#sun daddy and hot pumpkin mom

[vulpes-fennec]

Helion, Lady of Autumn, and Lucien

Artist: @/ madschofield

[creampuffqueen]

Funny Quotes From School

finished high school and having some Feelings about it, so please take the last five years worth of dumb quotes i've heard/spoken in my school

uhhhhh trigger warning for... violence? uncomfy statements? sexual innuendos? idk most of these are extremely unhinged. also long post tw like seriously that's why i made a cut

Eighth Grade

go suck all eleven of my toes

don't you hate it when you try to go upstairs two steps at a time but end up skipping seven steps?

go suck a lime

i'm going to shove my cowboy boot so far up your ass you dillhole

'or maybe just don't eat mashed potatoes with your gravy' 'that's satanism'

sexual question of the day. go

oh, how the fidgets have spun

you ever just randomly twerk?

'they look like noodles' 'no, YOU look like noodles'

or they can throw a back of licorice at you

is the earth round, flat, or thicc?

i just spilled apple juice on myself and now i'm going to cry

*someone holding a grape* who is this?

don't throw things in my trash can

i'll consume your kneecaps

i'll peel your toenails

that's okay, i didn't want to live anyway

you're going to make me have five more mental breakdowns than usual

i bet i could beat up every sixth grader

you think i have MORALS and STANDS?!

we're not living in an alternative universe, we're making a new country

don't put applesauce on my cheetoes

i'm sorry. i cheated on you with the mailman

don't make fun of me, i know what memes are!

or as i like to call it, carbonated barbecue sauce

penetrate me with nails

i'm not a lady, i'm a WOMAN

i will deep fry your scalp

i will replace your tampons with sticks of butter

i will exfoliate with your esophagus

it jumped at me and attempted to arson my finger

i am the physical manifestation of the cowardly lion

i will pull your uterus out through your nose

you're like a conditioned pig

'what are your emotions?' 'pumpkin spice latte'

i don't want your cocaine

am i the only one who puts lipgloss on their tongue?

'how many bones are in a human hand?' 'enough to eat'

i have too many eggs to function

it sounds like cough syrup

feed the squirrels the vaccines

george washington dumped me!

that's not how you eat oranges, you satanist

spock is right there with marilyn monroe

i used to be a boy. now i'm an orangutan

you sound like a mother fucking cuckoo clock

do you think i could be a foot model?

this weekend i ate a whole capri sun

i made my siri call me daddy

are you saying boys don't have legs?

you'll hear those jingles when you're DEAD

nerds are my drug of choice

'seduce me with your words' 'BUBBLEGUM'

delete my kneecaps daddy

shut your teletubby looking ass the fuck up

those phalanges have me quaking

bill nye is my queen

'my hands are warm because i'm hot' 'no, your hands are hot because you were born in HELL'

i just stubbed three of my toes because i whipped

ow my nonexistant knee. it hurts

dude i'm like 82 fricking years olds

if you make fun of people because of their weight, your kneecaps are forfeit

hey just be prepared for lunch, i'm going to accuse her of drawing furries in her free time

the cowboy hat emoji is my dad

i'm the only one who can threaten violence here

if hell was just a tequila bar i'd still go

how do you politely tell your friend she looks like a soccer mom?

fuck you in the liver

can i snap all of my bones and extend into the multiverse?

there's ranch in my pants

hang yourself from the eiffel tower

your whole life is a voice crack

i swear to god i will rip out your vocal cords

horse girls will ride literally anything

my dick is bigger than that of a sea cucumber's

it's not salt, it's cocaine

i'd go to hell for a capri sun

my dog had sex with an owl

i'm a slut for ted cruz

liquify me daddy

last night i fortnite danced to my favorite song so today i'm going to kill myself

that's because i'm a fucking lesbian, dickhead

i'm still eating bricks today

take your saliva back

i would like to wear a sweatshirt made of his skin

i hope you become a burn victim

i will jump rope with your large intestine

some of us had things going on this weekend, like the breakdown of society

i'm gonna break my toe until it's completely calcium and can't break anymore

it's an interpretive dance, called where the fuck is the trashcan

you are the human equivalent of green vaginal discharge

FUCK THE BEES

nobody cares if your boyfriend made out with another guy-

is that a fucking eggshell?

i'm like a bloodhound for fursuits

Ninth Grade/Freshman Year

someone revoke my live priveleges

ants ants ants ants ants ants ants

'your pain brings me joy' 'your pain brings ME joy' 'I FEEL NO PAIN'

make sure to water your track every day so it'll grow big and strong

you ever just commit mitosis?

you're talking to the person who thought lightning was fake

why don't you just donate your body to science, and that's one less paper for me to grade

is a soul required or something?

i want my feet to be gone

i'm going to stab my eyes out with plastic knives

put germ-x on your dick

screw the water cycle

eating spaghetti is now cannibalism

i look strongly like a toe

close your coochie

what even is obama's last name?

i want death in every available form

you lost your shoelace privileges. hand 'em over

did you just call it photosynthesis water?

if you don't stop imma drop spin your ass

Tenth Grade/Sophomore Year

how dense is this dog?

i'll tic tac toe your toes

he looks like the word pulp

my one and only complaint about texas is that the ground is far too moist

this ain't the krusty krab

perry the platypus says trans rights

is phone sex free?

bold words for someone within pegging distance

this guinea pig has hips to rival kim k

'i'm not dying a virgin' 'not with that attitude you aren't'

all dragons are lesbians

you don't get the priviledge of sight

they sexualized winnie the pooh

i will run down ANY corridor i want, thank you very much

i can't think while i'm breathing!

why would you be lactose intolerant. it's my birthday

my ego is big and my balls are bigger

if you're trying to get me to admit i watch cave porn-

that is a joke; i am a whore

shut up or i'll slut shame you

can i get a rabbit convicted for sexual assault?

normalize lobotomies

my brain feels like deep fried butter at the county fair

get the christmas cocaine out

your flavor buds are made of granite

the crack house has become the crack home

i don't want to sleep with the seven disciples

i have such a fake god complex

i'm going to get you euthanized

well it's a good thing i like sausage. it's a coping mechanism

horses don't have shoulders, don't you know?

it's free to shut up, you know

my fetish is eco pollution

no, i'm not shoving a caterpillar up my ass

fuck you. i'll unvirgin your islands

speaking of cold sweat and being in a room-

he falls for lesbian coded women all the time and he still got somewhere in life

aborted fetuses in my cereal? it's more likely than you think

sorry, i forgot to put on my toes this morning

i'm very materialistic when it comes to my own organs

i'd love to be a malleable shape in real life

the entire digestive system is stored in the balls

wipe my memories daddy

i have been molested by a rabbit before, it is a possibility

is it wrong to say i kin satan?

it's a double sided titty

someone remove this man's vocal cords

she got real up close and personal with a morphine addiction

ignore the rabbit cum stain, keep testing me!

i'll clip your wings, bitch!

this is the side effect of joining the cult

reject tradition, embrace the alpaca

their asses are SO slappable

leave room for jesus when you jack yourself off

no preggers? POGGERS!

government mandated lactation

Eleventh Grade/Junior Year

look at his tits! this man was made for lactation

i'm going to water board you in brine

oh no, i fell for the cum gambit!!

i'll refer to you exclusively as dipshit from now on

knuckles from sonic has a cloaca?

who let you have sentience

daddy the collective

hey kid, you wanna domesticate a cow?

his eyes are against OSHA regulations

let me take my place in the nitrogen cycle please

are you talking about an epipen? no, heroin

so we're talking about the physics of projectile vomiting, am i hearing you right?

if you break your leg enough eventually you learn not to break your leg

friends? in my digestive system?

i scared him away with my juicy needles

he's sodomizing his french fries

are you a little quirky? a little wild? do you do crack?

i have the most succulent ass in this entire lunch period

if i weighed less than the average chromebook i would definitely take my bigwheel on the freeway

i'm going to breed that until it weighs less than the average chromebook

that chromebook is submissive and breedable

every day i get a colonoscopy on the side of the road

'where is the assignment?' 'up your ass'

the navy is just a giant sailor moon convention

imagine milking someone in the starbucks line

did you just call the son of god a hot cheeto girl?

fish fear me. the sugar baby bot wants me

my counselor has given up and is just going to let me kill myself

a self inflicted joker arc

the college board invented war

the quintessential american experience: fireworks, ferris wheels, and serial killers

i'm a thief, not a hoe

do you know how many drugs i'd have to be on to go on a road trip with you?

put tangent on birth control

eco friendly bird spies

his natural habitat is scrubs and khakis

i am a hyperbola enjoyer

sometimes you're deranged. you have weird habits and you're left handed; i wouldn't put anything past you

complete my citations daddy

if you put bananas in my cheesecake i will get gayer

spooning the homies on the slaughterhouse conveyor belt

if i were a cow i'd have as many complicated pregnancies as possible

in 1.7 miles exit this mortal realm

veterinarians be like 'i can fix him' and pull out a burdizzo <- my senior quote btw

Twelvth Grade/Senior Year

facebook logo of a man

what kind of drugs are you on? because it needs to be adderall

when aroused the vagina can fit 1-2 raccoons

the most civilized cats in our world lick their ass for anyone to watch

you sound like a goldfish who got his in the head with a ping pong ball at a carnival five too many times

a blueberry is smarter than you

i hope this email finds me dead

i'd chew on a trachea

let me sparknotes shrek 4

i'm deaf in all four ears

it's imperitaive that i take a shit in the front yard right now

can you stop trying to deal people drugs for like ten minutes?

a minecraft stack's worth of war crimes

i was in my father's balls planning for this event

dicks not provided for this event

his foreskin is his sock??

[awanderingdeal]

O'Knutzy Week - Day 5

Prompt: Harvard || NOLA

Rating: M (for general themes - no sexual content)

CW: Homophobic slurs, past emotionally abusive relationship.

Credits: O'Knutzy belong to @lumosinlove and thank you to @oknutzyweek for organising all this.

“Uncle Leo!”

“Hey pumpkin,” Leo said, bending down so Nova could clamber into his arms. Her father, Mikey, was Leo’s childhood best friend, having lived two doors down until he’d moved out his parent’s house.  

She wriggled around, making herself comfortable as Leo rose back to full height. Her grin revealed that she’d lost another tooth since Leo had last seen her. “Daddy said I’m too big to be up now.”

“Never!” Stop growing so fast, kid.

"I came to tell you Finn is going to take me to the science museum tomorrow ‘cus Daddy has to work -' Nova took a hulking breath. “- And I would have to stay with Mawmaw and I don’t want to because it’s boring, Leo.”

“Oh, Finn said that, did he?” So much for a lazy morning. Leo looked over Nova’s head, finding his boyfriend sitting around the large iron table in the 'finished' area of the yard with Mikey. Finn looked up, meeting his gaze and gave a sheepish smile. “Well, it wouldn’t do to have you bored, would it?”

Leo couldn’t be angry at Finn for wanting to make Nova happy. With the spring sun warming him to the bone and the chaos of his big family surrounding him, nothing could ruin his mood. He searched for Logan too; the last he'd seen of him he'd been charming Leo's grandparents, which was when he saw.

"Nova, pumpkin, go and tell your Dad that Finn is too soft, and you may as well stay here tonight. I'm sure I have a old shirt you can sleep in."

Nova pumped her fist in victory and scurried off to deliver the message. Leo waited just long enough to make sure she was on her way before he stormed towards the lone man.

“Heck, you scared me." His ex stumbled back from the vegetable patched he'd peering in, eyes widening as he took Leo in. "Leo," he said. "What are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here?” Leo scoffed. ”It’s my mom’s birthday. What are you doing here?”

Kyle took a step back. Leo had always tried to seem less intimidating than his 6 foot 3 frame naturally made him. He worked hard to earn the moniker of a gentle giant, but right now he was glad of the presence. 

“I…I was invited to come with…” Kyle stumbled over his words. “I thought you’d be y’know…out of town.”

“Hmm, it’s almost like I prioritize the things that are important to me,” Leo huffed a laugh. Then it dawned on him. “Are you dating Rylee?” 

“Not Rylee." 

Leo thought he saw a grimace flicker on Kyle's face. If not Rylee, then who? He started to run through the list of guests, not getting very far before Kyle's stare gave him the answer. "Elliot?" 

Kyle gave the tiniest of nods. 

Leo pulled at his collar, sure that the t-shirt hadn't been this tight this morning, and Logan was right, it was too hot. 

"Leo, look, I'm sorry…" Kyle said. 

There was more. Leo could see Kyle's mouth, but all he heard was a low mumble, his own thoughts drowning out the words. 

It was worse that it was a boy. God, that was horrible, wasn't it? It's not like you didn't know he was attracted to them. Kyle had just been so repulsed by the idea of people knowing about them. He'd threatened to tell everybody Leo was obsessed with him. That Leo had got him drunk and then kissed him. Maybe it had Leo he'd been disgusted by. 

"You called me a fag," Leo spat. "You let me fall in love with you, had sex with me and then you called me a fucking fag."

“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry,” Kyle winced. It almost made Leo feel a tiny bit of sympathy for him. “I was just a kid, I was scared.”

There went that sympathy. “You were a coward.” Leo cocked his head, assessing Kyle. His sandy blonde hair was cut short now, rather than the longer slicked back look he used to sport. He was softer now. Even now, Leo hoped that meant he’d gotten a handle on what, in hindsight, had been an unhealthy relationship with food and exercise. Perhaps he had changed, perhaps he was better to Elliot. “Does he even know? Elliot? Do you even sign?” 

Kyle blinked at him “Yeah. I’m pretty good now. Not perfect at all. I’ve been learning for a little over two years.” He scratched the back of his neck, chewing on his lip. “No..No, he doesn’t know. I didn’t want to -”

Leo snorted a laugh. “You’re still a coward.” He jumped at the weight of a hand on his shoulder, relaxing as he recognised the familiar knead of Logan’s fingers. 

“Le? Ça va?” 

Leo tried to smile as he looked at Logan. “This is Kyle,” he said.

“More cousins?” Logan laughed. “ I thought -” The pieces of understanding snapping together like a jigsaw was almost visibible. “What is he doing here?” He said it with such ferocity, Leo knew the only reason Logan hadn't punched Kyle was because he respected Leo's ability to fight for himself.

"He was invited," Leo sneered. He was being an asshole. He didn't care. "Dating Elliot now."

"Oh." Logan said.

"It's alright though, because Kyle here is going to go tell Elliot everything and then he's going to leave."

"No, Leo, come on," Kyle argued. "E's been looking forward to this."

E. God, Leo really didn't need to hear their nicknames for one another. He sought out Logan's hand and squeezed it. "I said you were going to leave. Elliot can do whatever he wants."

Kyle opened his mouth, as if to speak, and then closed it again. His pinched the bridge of his nose, grinning his back teeth. "Fine. I'll go."

"Tell him Kyle, or I will," Leo said. "If you want to run away from your past then don't date my family." What Elliot did with the information was his business, but he deserved to know.

"Hey, loves of my life. What's happening," Finn sang as he barrelled over. The tip of his nose and his cheeks were a little pink. "So, next time we're down here Mikey is going to -" His gaze moved rapidly between Leo and Logan. "Pea?"

"You can tell him," Leo muttered, letting himself be pulled into Finn arms. Logan, still holding firmly onto his hand, followed until Leo found himself enveloped between the two.

It felt like both two seconds and two hours later when Finn was stepping back. He cupped Leo's face. "Are you okay?" He whispered.

Leo nodded once, then again, because he realised he was. "Am I horrible if I don't forgive him?"

"Non."

"Absolutely not," Finn added.

"He was young though. Maybe he's changed?"

"And if he has changed then he'll carry on being changed whether you forgive him or not. You don't owe him anything."

Finn quirked a smile and Leo found himself matching it. He'd once given Finn same advice, almost verbatim about his own ex.

"Somebody wise must have told you that," Leo said.

"Very wise indeed," Finn laughed, pressing his lips to Leo's gently.

Logan hummed. "More people are coming. Do you want to go upstairs? Until you feel better."

"No," Leo shook his head. He was okay. He'd been okay for a long time. No matter what Kyle had told him or what that college recruitment office had said, he could have it all. He had it all. A family that loved him. Not one, but two boyfriends who were more than proud to be seen with him. A team that had his back. He wished he could go back and tell his 16 year old self it'd be alright.

"Leo, honey, here you are." His mom sounded frazzled. He'd tried to take over managing the food, but nothing stood between Eloise Knut and the potluck table. "Sorry to pull you away but I need you to tend to the grill. Your father is burning the shrimp."

"On my way, Mama."

"Wait right there, young man."

Leo groaned. "Mom?"

His mom looked him dead in the eye, smiled and patted his cheek. "You can tell me all about it later, honey. We'll have a kitchen chat."

There was no point telling her she was fine. Besides, it had been forever since they'd sat in the kitchen, nursing cups of sweet tea, just talking.

"Okay, Mama."

Yeah, Leo was going to be okay.

[90spumkin]

Have Yourself a Spooky Little Christmas

Summary: What the holidays are like with Spencer and your 5 year old son.

A/N: Well here it is. My first Christmas fic! I enjoyed writing this it made me all warm and happy. I don’t know who to give creds to for the pictures because I got it from google. Anyways I hope you all enjoy this, and message me if you would like to be added to my taglist or the taglist for a certain series just specify which one. Also this is kind of how i pictured Ronan while writing this. Let me know if any of the links throughout the fic are not working and I will fix them.

Pairing: dad!Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

Warnings: lying to a child about Santa, the rest is just fluff 

Word Count:1942

It had been a long day at the office. Pile upon piles of paperwork were coming in trying to get everything settled before the holidays. I had just curled up on the couch with my son Ronan to watch a Christmas movie, when the door of the apartment flies open and in comes my husband weighed down by shopping bags.

I instantly untangle myself from my blanket to go help him. As I make my way to him as I quickly as I can my dorky husband starts on one of his rants before I can even get a hello out.

“Y/n you are not gonna believe all the Christmas stuff I just found at that little Christmas store down the street. I was gonna surprise you guys with getting home early. Well as you can see, I got distracted.” Spencer giggled at himself and I stood staring at my husband still trying to process that my Halloween obsessed husband was actually excited about Christmas.

Don’t get me wrong we have always celebrated Christmas the 8 years we’ve been together, but we have never really gotten into the festivities of the holidays. Spencer was bent over rummaging through the bags he had dropped on the floor. He stood up with what looked like sweaters clutched in each hand a goofy grin on his face, “Where’s Ronan? I got us all matching Christmas sweaters!”

“Asleep on the couch. Spencer honey why on earth-?” I was cut off by Spencer walking away and gently shaking our son awake. There was a loud screech and yelling of “Daddy! Daddy you’re home!”

Ronan attacked his father, wrapping his arms around his neck. Spencer picked him up and walked back over towards me. He showed Ronan the sweaters and our son just thought that they were the best thing ever by the look on his face.

I looked down at the bags at my feet which contained way more Christmas decorations we had room for. Spencer noticed me looking and said, “I thought we could visit my mom this weekend and decorate her room with what we don’t use here.”

I thought my heart was gonna explode. This man is so caring and loving and I swear looking at him holding our son and love evident on his face I knew I would continue to love this man for the rest of my life. I nodded and smiled, “Oh course honey, of course.”

Spencer’s grin only grew. He started to bounce Ronan who giggled in return, “Who’s ready to decorate?” Ronan squealed in his arms and shouted, “MEEEEE!”

Spencer put him down and they grabbed the bags Spencer had dropped on the floor and raced to the living room where they dumped the bags contents on the couch.

I walk in a little less as excited knowing we still haven’t put the Halloween decorations away, “Spencer honey are you forgetting something?” He looks at me questioningly and I only point at the skeleton standing in the corner and the fake pumpkins lining the fireplace mantle. He smiles and gives me a wink, “Oh those are staying.” This of course draws out even more excitement from the little boy at his side. They are so much alike with their mop of brown curls, love of learning, and love of all things spooky. I just take it all in at stride and decide to set the mood with some Christmas music.

30 minutes pass and we have our tree up and tinsel lining the kitchen island. I begin to hum with the song playing as I place ornaments on the tree. Spencer and Ronan are in the process of placing lights and a Santa hat on our lovely skeleton friend. Ronan begins to sing while he works and decides to change the lyrics, “Have yourself a spooky little Christmas.” This makes his father so happy and from then on out we no longer say Merry Christmas.

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A week or so passed since we decorated the house. We have not had time to do any other holiday festivities. Of course, Ronan wasn’t missing out due to all the Christmas things he gets to do in school.

It was the first day of the two weeks we get off for the holidays and I made the decision to celebrate and spend time with my little family as much as I possibly could. About the time I had made this said decision, the apartment door flew open and was followed by the pitter patter of little feet and the laugh of my husband.

They came into the kitchen where I had been since they left to get breakfast. Ronan had a serious look on his face as he said, “Mommy, we need to leave right now!”

I was a little concerned, but one look at Spencer’s face told me all I needed to know. They had concocted a plan and it all started with this conversation with my favorite little boy.

“Oh, we do? And why is that honey?” I asked while trying not to let a smile slip and break my serious composer.

“If we don’t leave right now then we’ll miss Santa at the Christmas festival!”, he leans in and whispers the best he can, “If we miss Sant then Daddy will be grumpy and we don’t like him when he’s grumpy.”

Spencer of course still hears him, and snorts and I can’t hold back my smile any longer, “Oh we definitely don’t want that. Let me grab my coat.”

This brought a loud squeal from Ronan who launched himself into his father’s arm who also started to squeal in excitement.

Once we arrived at the festival my attention was locked on all the beautiful Christmas lights and decorations. There was breathy ‘wow’ to my right, and I looked to see the two most important people in my life staring at the lights and decorations with their eyes wide and mouths agape. They were both so mesmerized that I was able to catch the child like wonder on both their faces in a picture that I would cherish forever.

I had just enough time to put my phone away before Ronan snapped out of it and said, “Okay Mommy, Daddy. This is our game plan. First, we find hot chocolate. Second, find Santa.” He put his little hand in the air between us and we laid ours on top of his and as soon as he said “Break!” Spencer scooped him up and our little Christmas mission was ago.

We had managed to drink two cups of hot chocolate each by the time it was our turn with Santa. Ronan was so excited he could hardly stay still. When they told him, it was his turn he all but ran to sit in Santa’s lap. When Santa asked what he wanted for Christmas, Ronan thought for a moment and then leaned and whispered in his ear. Whatever he told Santa made him let out a gleeful ‘HO HO HO’.

Once we were a little ways away with Ronan holding mine and Spencer’s hands as we walked, he asked, “Would you guys like to know what I asked for?”

Spencer smiled down at him, “Only if you want to tell us buddy.”

“I asked for a little brother or little sister. I think I would be a good big brother.” He said with a huge smile. I looked at Spencer who was already looking at me. We smiled and said in unison, “You sure would.”.

We found a little café to have lunch and as we ate, I watched as Spencer and Ronan discussed where we would go next. I couldn’t help but to feel overwhelmed with love knowing my husband goes above and beyond for our son because he loves him so much, he wants him to have everything he didn’t as a child. And in return Ronan all but worshipped his father.

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It’s Christmas Eve and our apartment is full of laughter and flying flour. Spencer and Ronan’s chestnut curls look as if they have frosted tips. I let out a laugh at how cute they are, “You guys are a mess!”

“Mommy your hair is white too!” Ronan and Spencer snorted at my shocked reaction. I hadn’t realized how much I had been hit in the crossfire.

“Okay that’s it I am never letting you two back in the kitchen.” I said with a pointed look. This just caused a whine from both the boys. I of course responded with throwing more flour at them both.

Cookies were finally in the oven and I was able to talk the boys into helping me clean up the kitchen. Ronan was bringing me the dishes to put in the dishwasher and he seemed to be deep in thought. Spencer noticed this also and paused in wiping off the counter to ask, “Hey bud, what’s on your mind?”

Ronan handed me the bowl he was holding and turned towards his dad, “How does Santa visit us? We don’t have a chin tea.”

Spencer’s face twisted in confusion and then his genius brain caught up, “Oh chimney. Well me and Santa go way back. We grew up together, and so I gave him a key so he could make sure you got all your presents.”

Ronan smiled really big and made the ‘come here’ motion with his finger. Spencer squatted down in front of him and Ronan place his hand on Spencer’s cheek and said, “You are a very good Daddy.”

Tear swelled in Spencer’s eyes and he wrapped our little boy in a hug. All I could do was clutch my heart and smile with tears in my eyes. They stayed like that a few minutes until the oven timer went of and Ronan detached himself from Spencer and yelled, “COOKIES!”

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Waking up slowly, stretching with the sun shining through the window onto your face. That’s the ideal way to wake up. But that is not how Spencer and I woke up on Christmas Day.

I was brought out of my blissful sleep by a tiny foot in my rib cage which was connected to a little boy screaming, “SANT CAME! SANTA CAME!”

Spencer and I both groaned, but Spencer was awake a lot faster than I was. He scooped Ronan up and started running to the living room screaming a long with the boy in his arms. I followed close behind wondering how they have so much energy so early in the morning.

Once we were all in the living room Spencer started giving Ronan his gifts one at a time. After opening every gift Ronan would say, “This is the best present ever!”. This of course made us giggle.

Seeing the joy all over Ronan’s face and all over Spencer’s as he watched our son was the best gift I could have ever asked for.

After a long day of opening and playing with gifts we all curled up on the couch to watch Ronan’s favorite Christmas movie, A Nightmare Before Christmas. Ronan was curled up in my lap with his head on Spencer’s lap. Spencer looked at me then at the boy in our laps. I looked over at him as he was running a hand through Ronan’s curls in a calming manner. He looked at me and said with a smile, “I would never want to spend a spooky little Christmas with anyone else.” He kissed my head and I curled up into his side pulling our son closer to us. I never wanted Christmas to be over.

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Taglist: @criminalmindzjunkie​ @brooklynxnicole​ @hendersonsshadow​ @homoose​

[fangirlyah]

✦coffee shop visits - Draco Malfoy x Muggle!Reader (part 1)

summary: when things get complicated in Draco and Astoria’s marriage, a small coffee shop seems to be the solution.

warnings: none

word count: 2,019 who would say that Draco Malfoy, born in a pure-blooded supremacist family, would end up falling in love with a Muggle. No one would have crossed that thought in their mind, not even him. But he did.

It was a sunny day and with beautiful weather, which did not match the mood of the blond. The arguments with his wife, Astoria, were getting stronger and more and more serious. His son, Scorpius, was just four years old and he already knew that when he heard a hand whipping the table it was time to go to his room. Despite his troubled childhood and lack of parental affection, Draco knew that his son could not grow up in such an environment. 

That Friday afternoon, when the sun was at its peak, Draco took his son and left his house for a cup of coffee to wait for the anger to wear off both him and his wife. Astoria didn’t even try to stop him from asking to leave her son with her. 

A small and cozy coffee, with warm colors and few tables, was waiting for them a few streets away.  It was perfect for spending an afternoon with a loved one. Draco came in with his son by the hand and sat on some sofas near the window, they were going to be there for hours so they should find more entertainment than just talk to each other, so watching people come and go, sounded like a good idea.

The first time he saw y/n was when he felt her presence at the side of the table "hello, I am y/n and I will be your waitress today, it is a pleasure to meet you both". Her smile radiated light and her sweet voice was almost melodious. Scorpius looked at her with fascination "Daddy, the girl is pretty!", listening to the small laugh that she released, Draco’s body felt things that he had not felt for a long time. "You are also a very handsome boy, may i know your name gentleman?" y/n followed the game naturally, without the blond needing to meddle and silence the child with a loose tongue. "My name is Scorpius Malfoy, I’m four years old and my dad’s name is Draco" the little blond boy pointed out to his father that was silent in front of him. Draco couldn’t stop contemplating the girl, he tried to lower his sight, but it was almost impossible. "It’s a pleasure to meet you, Draco and Scorpius". There, for the first time, y/n and Draco made eye contact, y/n thought that maybe that was the prettiest human being she’d ever seen. "Have you thought about what to order? There’s a new hot chocolate that I’m pretty sure you’ll like, Scorpius" she said trying to calm her nerves, where’s the boy’s mother? she thought. “I want that, Daddy! Please!" The boy stood on the fluffy couch but was gently pulled down by his father "you can have that, son...em.. I would like a coffee without sugar, if possible" y/n heard Draco’s voice and her hands trembled softly, he sounded intimidating but he had a touch of kindness that did not go unnoticed. "I’ll be right back with your orders". Within minutes, y/n appeared with a tray in his hands, she left the drinks and some complimentary cookies, with some drawings so that Scorpius could color with the crayons that she had taken care of giving him.

Weeks passed and y/n saw Draco and his son at least three times a week. And their cordial meetings were maintained. A short chat with Scorpius, which consists of telling him the new chocolates that were on sale and he explaining why he had colored each of his animated animals a certain color. Then take the orders and just give them a farewell greeting. y/n was fascinated with the child, his intelligence was too much for a child under five, and Draco was fascinated with the relationship that the girl had formed with his son. Scorpius didn’t usually open up like that to adults, he didn’t even share long conversations with his mother. So it wasn't until their fifth meeting, where Draco took the initiative to speak to her not just to greet her or give her his order. The idea of having another girl who was not his wife in mind as constant as y/n was in his thoughts, terrified him and that’s why he had never left the client-waitress chat with the pretty girl. 

"How long have you worked here?" with an insecure voice, the blond spoke while she wrote down the five different cake tastes that her son wanted "a few months ago, my brother is the owner so when I lost my job this was my work solution" y/n spoke warmly and kindly even if it was such a trivial question as the one that he asked "what were you working before?". Scorpius looked intently at the exchange between his father and the girl, he had never seen anyone smile so much when talking to him and his father, almost always the adults who approached his father were serious and did not smile at him. "I’m a fashion designer, so I worked for a well-known stylist but he went bankrupt and had to fire his employees. So here I am, temporarily".

And so each day, they both learned new things from each other in those little talks. Since y/n’s hate for American peanut butter, and that Draco used to hate coffee until adulthood or that Scorpius knew all the alphabet at just four years old. 

Months passed and coffee visits became more frequent, and afternoons at home with Astoria fewer and fewer. Scorpius' mother had not paid attention for months to what the child wanted or needed. She was immersed in her own 'misery', supposedly brought on by Draco himself.

"can you sit with us?" Scorpius asked one winter’s day, which was cold enough that the only ones in the place were them and a couple on the other end of the shop. Draco’s stomach began to feel tickles to his son’s words, he wished with all his being that y/n would sit with them. "Um...I could, but only if your father...em it's okay with it" she timidly turned her eyes from the child to the father to see him all flushed as he nodded quickly "if...um of course". Scorpius' small hands clapped as he saw the girl sitting next to him, "you’re very pretty up close too. Just as pretty as my mother". The little one had no idea that his words were stirring the adults’ worlds beside him. Y/n  thought about them all the time, he wondered if his mother would be present and if there were more children in the family, but the one who most wondered was if the mother of the child was with Draco. "That’s very kind, Scorpius, I’m sure your mom is a very pretty woman" y/n avoided looking at Draco’s reaction for her own good. "It is, one day she will come with us and you will meet her!" the blonde’s eyes went to the window looking for distraction, he wasn’t sure that day would come. "I can’t wait!" she said without losing her sweetness even though jealousy and uncertainty were more than present. 

That afternoon was full of tenderness and happiness in Draco’s eyes, he saw his son happy and smiling thanks to y/n. His heart melted when he saw them paint with crayons and look for equal patents in passing cars. There were times when they spoke to him and he was so immersed in y/n’s beauty and her charisma with the child that they had to repeat his name several times until he answered. It was the best coffee shop visit.

That week, they did not appear again. Y/n’s head did not stop reviewing all the events that occurred in each of their trips to the coffee. She had taken a great affection for both, father and son. She knew she shouldn’t, that she shouldn’t be fond of an already formed family, where she wasn’t a member. It was impossible for her not to idealize her with Draco and Scorpius forming a family. One of her greatest wishes was to have her own family, so imagining scenarios like Draco and his son looking for her from work and then going to do a movie night in their cozy home, came naturally. 

She wondered day and night if Draco was with the child’s mother, she wanted to take her place. The looks from the counter to the table, the constant friction of their hands, the happiness that both released when Scorpius spoke to them; she wanted all that, she wanted to have that forever. But it wasn’t her place and she had to respect that.

on a sunny Wednesday, y/n  felt a voice behind her as she put cream on a coffee "hi, y/n! I missed you!" A small voice rang causing her to turn around immediately, hoping to see Draco and Scorpius behind the counter. And they were, but they weren’t alone. 

the smile that grew y/n’s face, when he heard the little one, vanished quickly. "You must be y/n. My son spoke of you a couple of times" spoke for the first time the woman, who was holding Draco’s arm. Y/n couldn’t stop her face from transforming when she heard the woman emphasize on ‘my son’. Draco noticed the girl’s face, who did not leave his mind and who made him squirm when he realized that he was falling in love with another woman who was not his wife, so he couldn't help but to curse the moment in which his son had mentioned y/n in front of her wife. 

"Dad, can we go to coffee today? I miss y/n" said Scorpius sitting in his chair waiting for his pumpkin juice. 

"Yes, sure son" 

"who is y/n?" his wife had mentioned when entering the kitchen, without giving a smile. They hadn’t smiled in months, if at any point in their marriage they did. 

"The pretty girl in the coffee shop! She always brings me a gift cookie and things to paint" his son mentioned enthusiastically. 

"I’ll have to go meet her then" 

"yes mom, you’ll like her very much! Dad likes her, always makes him smile a lot" shit.

To Astoria’s surprise, the woman behind the counter was a Muggle girl about two years younger than her, carrying a young and sweet air that fell off when she visualized the small family. "yes that’s me, you must be Scorpius' mother" she said without losing her cordiality. "and Draco’s wife, yes that’s me". The blond noticed her intentions, Astoria believed he was better than y/n, much better. "I am so happy to finally meet you and I am just as happy to see you again Scorpius, what would you like to paint today?" She addressed the child with the best humor despite the whole situation. "mmm...I’d like the dinosaurs’ drawings" with that, the little one ran to his usual seat leaving his parents behind "I’d like a peach tea... I see you at the table” Astoria said to deposit a kiss on Draco’s lips, which y/n did not see since her eyes ran before. He stood in front of the counter for about two minutes, until she finished with the usual boys’ order and the woman’s tea. "I’m sorry..." She looked up and saw him as beautiful as ever, but this time with a serious face. "Why are you apologizing?"  "I didn’t tell you I was married" he spoke low despite the small clientele in the place. "You didn’t have to do it," actually a clarification like ‘I’m married and being nice, not flirting with you' would have been very helpful. She very deeply supposed it, but she wanted to hold on to that belief that she wasn’t reading the signs wrong. "What?" The blond was surprised, she didn’t feel the same as him?  

"I’m just a simple waitress, serving coffee for you and your son"  

 "you’re not just that".

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Certain Aspects | Bucky Barnes{

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x black!reader

Word Count: 4,837

Warnings: smut!

A/N: It’s still spooky szn ‘round these parts. Here is my joint submission for @sourpatchkidsandacokecan all things fall challenge and @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan​ multi fandom challenge! My prompt for All Things Fall is “you’re too old to go trick or treating” and Neighbors to Lovers for the Multi Fandom Challenge. Hope you enjoyyyyyy :)

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“Girl, he is too fine.”

You chuckle and roll your eyes as your sister bites her bottom lip while staring at your new next door neighbor. You lift your beer to your lips as the two of you sway slowly back and forth on your porch swing, your eyes closing lightly as you swallow the golden liquid.

A warm breeze whips down the street, the leaves on the trees swaying and adding a natural soundtrack to the evening as the sun sets. You cross your legs at the ankle as a smirk spreads on your face when you hear your sister moan again.

“Oh my God, will you stop?” You nudge her with your elbow, rocking her to her right slightly.

She puckers her lips as she shakes her head slowly, “And he’s a good dad too? You need to snap his ass up real quick.”

You cut your eyes toward your dark, long haired neighbor. He’s new to the neighborhood, only having been next door to you for about a month. You’ve gathered that he’s divorced, only seeing the dirty blonde haired little girl every other week and alternating Wednesday nights. 

His laugh wafts toward you and you sit up a little straighter. He is cute, you’ll give your sister that. His hair is piled high on his head in a messy bun, loose, wavy tendrils falling around his face. He throws a fake spider toward the little girl as they decorate, her scream bouncing off of the houses, bringing a smile to your face. He shushes her and scoops her up in his arms before twirling her around, more laughter filling the air. 

Ok, so you’ll give your sister that too. He is a good dad. 

“I betchu he’s got good dick.”

You snap your head toward her, your mouth falling open, “Can you stop it! Damn, his kid is right there.”

“So? She can’t hear me. Come on, he is a prime piece of real estate! You should go talk to him!”

You shake your head, sipping on your beer again, “Not going to happen Tanisha.” 

She turns toward you, her lips pursed, her eyebrows turning in on each other as she rests her balled fist on her hip, “Why the hell not?”

“Because,” You shrug, “I’m not going to just jump him because he’s hot and looks like a good dad. He could be a serial killer for all we know.”

“Right,” She draws out, rolling her eyes, “Next excuse?”

“He’s brand new to the neighborhood. I don’t want him thinking he moved in next to a stalker.”

“Next!”

You tap your fingernail against the glass bottle in your hands, “Umm, he’s white?”

You smile widely as your sister throws her head back to laugh, “You’re stupid! You’ve had white boyfriends!”

“Not since college.” You say, letting out a deep breath.

“No better reason to try again.” She loops her arm around your shoulder, her face softening as she smiles at you, “Seriously. You and Dante have been divorced for two years. Jourdan’s in college… it’s time for you to get out there.”

“I’m forty,” You laugh.

“That’s the new twenty!”

You let out another sigh, raising the bottle to your lips, “Listen, after eighteen years of marriage, I deserve a few years to myself.  I just got Jourdan out of the house.”

Tanisha nods quickly, “I completely understand and you do deserve it, but you also deserve some of that hot, daddy dick next door! I’m not saying you have to marry his ass!”

You close your eyes and shake your head slowly, “I’m telling mom.  You are getting out of control, ma’am.”

“Shit,” She smiles, bumping her shoulder into yours, “Let mama get a look at him, she’d jump him herself.”

Your eyes widen as surprise and shock fill your face, “Wow, Tanisha.”

She shrugs defiantly as she turns her head back toward your neighbor. You watch as well as they wrap the large oak tree with fake spiderwebs and carefully place their carved pumpkins on the steps of the porch. The small human starts to yawn, rubbing her eyes with her little fist and he scoops her into his arms again, planting kisses all over her face. He takes the stairs to his porch toward the front door and casually glances over at the two of you - catching you both red handed.

“Shit,” You mumble, dropping your eyes and tucking some hair behind your ear. 

You cut your eyes back toward him after a few seconds. He smiles gently at the two of you, raising his hand toward you. You both return the gesture, your wayward sister wiggling her fingers at him, and you plastering a nervous smile on your face. He disappears seconds later, the slamming of his screen door floating toward you.

“Damn it, Tanisha!” You say, punching her shoulder.

She laughs again, clapping her hands, “What? I think that was a great first meeting.”

You stand and slip your feet back into your flip flops and pass in front of her, throwing open your screen door.

“What?” You hear her call behind you as you pass through the threshold of your home, ignoring her completely, “It’s not my fault, I wasn’t forcing you to stare at him… did you peep that ass though?”

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Your doorbell rings for what seems like the hundredth time that night. You jog through the kitchen, grabbing the bowl of candy and your cat ears as you rush toward the door. 

“Trick of treat!”

You smile widely at the gaggle of children on your porch holding open their bags of candy. You wave quickly to the parents by the mailbox before bending over to toss random bits of candy into their bags. Moana, Buzz Lightyear, Elsa, Batman, and Maleficent all sing their thank yous before scurrying away back to their parents. You watch as the run off, smiling and waving again as another group approaches.

“Oh my gosh, you guys are so cute!” You coo as you throw Reese's Peanut Butter Cups and bags of skittles into their bags, “Be careful, okay? Happy Halloween.”

You glance up as they run off, your breath hitching in your throat as you meet a pair of blue eyes. Hunky neighbor. He blinks at you slowly, another one of his smiles spreading across his face as he raises his hand toward you. You blink back, your eyes dipping down his lean body, taking in the sight of him in his leather jacket tossed over a polka dotted black button up and tight black jeans. 

“Umph,” You let out inwardly as your mind starts to run wild.

His hair is pulled back again, but this time in a ponytail. His free hand is shoved in his back pocket as his face twists in a mild confusion. You jump slightly, snapping back into reality and cover your face with your hand as you realize you’ve been standing like an idiot gawking at him. You plaster a smile on your face and wave back awkwardly as his daughter runs up to him, wrapping her arms around his thick thighs - damn it!

You snap your eyes back up toward the group of adults huddled at the bottom of your driveway. A leggy blonde, dressed as a nurse, slides her arm around his shoulder and rubs his back gently as they both smile down on their children. Embarrassment flushes through you and you roll your eyes inwardly before shutting the door as the group moves to the next house. 

Goddamn Tanisha. 

The night progresses quickly. Hours have passed, your candy bowl is empty, the wave of children and teenagers has slowed to a stop, and you’re currently cuddled on the couch, wrapped in a blanket and shoving popcorn in your mouth as Michael Myers slashes his way through his victims. You check your phone as a picture of your baby sister and her friends at a Halloween party slides through. You smile and are tapping out your response when suddenly the lights and television snap off. 

You glance toward the ceiling, waiting for the lights to click back on. The low buzz of the power trying to reconnect sounds through the house seconds later. The TV and lights flicker, but then die away again. On any other night, you’d be perturbed but since it is Halloween, it’s fitting. You push away from the couch and move toward your hallway closet, collecting a handful of candles and disperse them throughout the kitchen and living room. Once they are lit, you grab your iPad, log into Netflix and continue your slasher movie binge. 

A knock sounds from the front door an hour or two later. You snap your head toward it, glancing down at your phone to check the time. 12:02am flashes back at you. It’s too late for trick or treat-ers, and your sister is three sheets to the wind two cities over. You glance slowly back down on the paused screen of your iPad, Michael Myers’ bloody knife on full display. A quick thought flashes through your head of a six foot, masked man standing at your door.

You roll eyes and throw the blanket away from your body. You really do need to get out more. You jog toward the door, cracking it open just a sliver to reveal the smiling face of hunky neighbor. Oh shit. You gulp as your eyes go wide, but you pull the door open and push the screen door out.

“Trick or treat.”

You squint coyly, cocking your head “You’re too old to go trick or treating.” You smile, trying not to sound nervous as the earlier events of the evening reply in your mind.

He throws his hands up, “You caught me,” He smiles widely, his eyes crinkling at the sides as he scrunches his nose.

You could melt. He is too cute for his own good. 

“Sorry, I know it’s late,” He starts, shoving his hands back in his pockets, “I just um, I just wanted to check on you since the power’s been off for a few hours. I haven’t seen… I don’t see… I think you live alone? Not that I’m watching you or anything, I just, you know, I - “ He laughs nervously, rubbing his forehead and then  pinching the bridge of his nose, “Sorry. I just wanted to check on you, and see if you need anything. I’m not a creep, I promise.”

You laugh with him, feeling as though the awkward scales have evened out nicely between the two of you as he stumbles over his words, “That’s really sweet, thank you. I’m fine, really. It’s um, it’s Bucky, right? I think I heard one of your friends screaming at you from their car one night.”

“Oh god,” He chuckles, covering his face, “Sorry, that’s my buddy Sam. He’s unreasonably obnoxious and enjoys being the loudest person in the room.”

You nod, “Oh I get it, that sounds exactly like my sister. You are not alone, sir.”

The two of you share a laugh before it dies away naturally and you’re left looking at him and him looking at you. You smile nervously under his piercing blue eyes, glancing down at your sock covered feet before smoothing your hand over the top of your head. You glance back up at him, finding his eyes still on you as another soft smile spreads on his lips. 

I’m not saying you have to marry his ass!

Your sister’s words float through your head as you smile stupidly back at the incredibly handsome Bucky. Suddenly, everything Tanisha has ever said to you makes a whole lot of sense. 

You point behind you toward your kitchen, “I’m sure they’re warm by now, but I have beer and a dump cake if you’re interested. You know, as a thank you for coming over to check on me.”

His smile widens, “That sounds great, thanks.”

You take a breath and tread through the house, glancing over your shoulder quickly as he follows you. You point toward one of the bar stools at the counter and move to the fridge, plucking out two Modelo’s and sliding one toward him. You can feel his eyes on you as you move around the kitchen, grabbing plates and forks before sliding the glass pan holding your famous dump cake toward you. 

“Thank you,” He smiles as you pass him a small plate.

You watch him through your eyelashes as he takes a bite and closes his eyes, moaning as he chews, “Mmmm. This is so good,” he says after a minute.

Pride flashes through you as you dig into your own plate, “Thanks. It’s one of my specialties.”

“It’s amazing. It’s been a while since I’ve had homemade dessert, my ex wife wasn’t much of a cook.”

“ Well, it’s not for everybody,” you chuckle as you take a bite, “Do you cook?” you ask quietly, trying to make conversation.

“I do now. I think I bought every cookbook I could find when we separated, especially since I’ve get Kimmie half the time now.”

“She was so cute tonight.” You gush,  holding your hand to your chest.

“Thanks,” He nods, “I was surprised my ex let me have her tonight. That was a fight I was not prepared for.”

“Ah, not on good terms, huh?”

“Not in the slightest, no.” He chuckles.

“I know the feeling. My son was sixteen when my ex-husband and I split and my ex did everything in his power to make it as difficult as possible. We still don’t speak much.”

Bucky mouth falls open as he widens his eyes at you, “You have a sixteen year old?”

“I have an eighteen year old now.” You laugh.

“Holy shit,” He laughs, “You don’t look old enough to have an eighteen year old.”

You throw your hands up as you chew, “I started young. I wouldn’t recommend it, but I’m kinda glad I got it over with. I’m young enough to start over, but old enough to know better.”

“Let me tell ya. I was thirty five when Kimmie was born, and four years later, I’m still scared shitless. There is no way I could have handled a kid in my twenties.”

“Well, that comes with the territory. You’re never going to not be scared shitless.” You push your fork around your plate, averting your eyes from his, “I’ve seen you with her, you’re doing a great job. Don’t worry.”

You lift your eyes to catch the smile that crosses his face. His eyes linger on you, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering so quickly that it makes it hard for you to finish your cake. 

“Thanks,” He says softly, dropping his eyes seconds later to grab his beer. 

It grows silent between the two of you, your forks scraping along the glass of your plates filling the space as random crackles of the candles butt in as well. You sip on your beer before sitting it back down, spinning it in slow circles. 

“So um,” Bucky says after a few moments, “Does dating get easier after a divorce?” You groan inwardly and he laughs, “I’ll take that as a no.”

“I’m not the one to ask,” You chuckle.

“Why’s that?” His voice drops to a soft tone, his head tilting slightly as he watches you. You shift in your seat and send your eyes back down to your plate as your face heats up , “Sorry,” He says after sensing your reluctance, “I am a complete stranger and that was totally invasive.”

“No, no, no,” You shake your head as you hold out your hand, “It’s not, sorry. I just, I dunno. I was married for so long, I just want a little time to myself, you know?”

He nods slowly, “I get that. But, you don’t miss certain… aspects of being in a relationship?”

You snap your eyes toward him as your lips part at his suggestion. He blinks at you as his lips curl up at the corners. His eyes dip from yours down to your lips, his tongue darting out to sweep along his before he reconnects his vision with yours. You take a breath. 

Hunky neighbor.

You stand, not able to take the closeness of the two of you any longer, and move to the sink to dispose of your barely touched cake, “I mean, naturally,” you finally answer, “But it looks like you’re getting certain aspects already.”

He squints as he flashes a baffled smile, “What is that supposed to mean, neighbor?” He asks, batting his eyes playfully.

You laugh loudly, “Oh please! I saw nursey nurse nurse out there.”

“Oh no. No, no, no,” he starts, throwing his hands up, “That’s not that.”

“Uh huh,” You nod quickly, pursing your lips.

“I’m serious!” He stands and grabs his plate before moving around the bar to stand next to you at the sink, “That’s nothing. Sam set us up a few weeks ago, but it’s not going anywhere.”

“Oh yeah, neighbor?” You ask, mocking his previous playful tone, “And why is that? Since you wanna be all up in my shit.”

He shrugs, “She’s not my type.” He states matter of factly.

You laugh again, clicking your tongue as you roll your eyes, “What’s your type then?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest as you beam up at him, “Hmmm? Neighbor?”

He flips off the faucet and grabs for the hand towel hanging from the handle of the dishwasher. He dries his hands quickly before tossing it to the counter and turns toward you, resting his hip on the edge of the sink, “Girls who pretend that they aren’t staring at me every time their sister comes over, which is a lot.”

Your mouth drops open. 

“Girls who haven’t dated white boys since college.”

Your hands fly to your face as you gasp, “Oh my god! You heard that?” you squeal in embarrassment. 

He pries at your fingers as he chuckles before pulling you flush against his broad, hard chest, “I thought it was funny.”

You swallow hard before peeking up at him to find his soft eyes back on yours again. His eyes bounce wildly between yours before lowering to your lips. Your lips part as you stare at him, your heart racing a million miles a minute as your breath starts to quicken. He tilts his head as he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, his eyes wandering around your face. 

Even in the current circumstances - your body pressed against his, those big blues all over you - you’re completely taken aback when he kisses you. You inhale deeply as his lips pull at yours. Your eyes flutter shut as he deepens the kiss with his tongue, sweeping it over your bottom lip before pushing into your mouth. You flatten your hands on his chest, letting them linger before you push them along his shoulders and down his biceps. 

He pulls away after a moment, a light smack sounding as your lips separate. You keep your eyes closed, not wanting to open them for fear that this is all a dream. He lifts you from your feet and sits you on the counter. You feel his warm hands cup your face, his thumbs rubbing soft circles against your cheeks. 

“Open your eyes, doll.” He whispers.

You obey immediately. You slide your eyes open slowly to find that this is in fact,  not a dream. He’s here, in front of you, and capturing your lips with his again. You moan into his mouth as you slide your hands over his shoulders. 

Bucky pulls your hips toward his and lets his large hand linger on your hip. He pushes his fingers into your shirt, skipping them along your warm skin until he palms your left breast. You inhale sharply as electricity shoots through your body. 

You thought this would be hard for you and maybe - secretly - this is why you’ve waited as long as you have. The fear of being with someone new. But, as Bucky’s hands push along your skin, so nimble and soft, as his lips and tongue massage yours with command and purpose, you realize just how much you’ve missed this. It’s been too long since you’ve been excited, achy, almost desperate for someone to just touch you. 

You’ll deal with your conscience in the morning. 

You let Bucky push his eager hand underneath the band of your black yoga pants. You ball his t shirt into your hand as his fingers graze over your slick, sticky lips. He rests his forehead against yours - a smile curling on his lips. He takes a step back as his hand reappears from inside your pants. He grabs at the hips of the stretchy material and slowly peels them away from you, lifting each leg gently to free them.

He tosses your pants to the floor and sinks to his knees in front of you as he brings your right ankle to his mouth. He plants a warm, gentle kiss just on the inside of your foot, tossing his eyes toward yours quickly before returning them to your long legs. You bite your bottom lip as he kisses his way toward your thighs, giving each ankle, calf, and knee ample attention as his fingers skirt toward your soaked, thin panties.

He pulls you sheer thong away from you with ease. You shiver when the air caresses the heat between your legs. He stands as he slips his fingers between your lips, groaning again as your wet warmth envelopes his digits.

You push your hips into his hand as he strokes your clit, slipping it between his fingers to brush along the length before rubbing circles against it. Curse words fall from your lips as you roll your hips into his devilish fingers - random synapses firing rapidly inside your overdue body. 

You’re tired of waiting. You lean up as he teases your pussy and pull his chest closer to yours. You kiss him hard and moan into his mouth before you pull away. Your tongue darts out from behind your lips to lick from his chin to the tip of his nose. 

His eyes glint in the moonlight with delight. 

You stare back at him with confidence as the candle light dances across your figures. You reach for his belt, unbuckling it slowly, pulling it from around his waist, only to discard it with a loud thud against the hardwood floor. You pop the button of his jeans and slip the zipper down the track before dipping your hands into the denim. You keep your eyes on his as the tips of your fingers brush along his hard cock. 

Ooh, hunky neighbor.

You pull him free with no hesitation and slide your hands along him, smiling to yourself as his eyes flutter. You wrap your legs around his waist again to scoot toward the edge of the counter and to push him closer. You guide him toward your entrance, teasing him slightly as you rub his dick against your clit and through your folds. You press the tip of his cock at your entrance and grip his forearms - wanting him to do the rest.

He pushes slowly, both his eyes and yours cast toward your connection as he disappears into you. You ball the soft cotton fabric of his shirt in your hands as your body spreads and close your eyes as you relish in the fullness. He presses his chest to yours and holds you to him as he starts to withdraw, expletives falling from his mouth when he pushes in again - even deeper. 

Within minutes his pace has quickened. One of his long arms is hung around your waist, his fingers digging into your flesh as the other holds his weight against the counter. He’s still trying to be gentle, knowing it’s been a while for you, but his hips are almost feverish. Pushing and pulling, with a slight hitch every now and again as shudders ripple down his spine.

Your moans echo throughout the kitchen as they bounce off the walls. You let your head lull as your body lunges with each one of his deep thrusts. You clench your muscles to make your pussy constrict around him to add to the sweet pressure. Your skin is on fire, your head swimming, as the dull ache in the pit of your stomach grows with each push of his hips.

He reintroduces the pads of his fingers to your clit as he straightens up, pulling his chest from yours. They’re quick and fluid, rubbing fast circles before slipping along the length of your clit. His eyes dart between yours and his hand before he dips in to capture your lips with his own. 

“Come on baby girl,” he coos, egging you on, “I know it’s been so long, baby.”

He wants you to cum. Begs you to, almost. It’s been so long that you’ve actually been treated like a living, breathing woman - and not just somebody’s fuck toy - that his words do you in. He drives you to the absolute edge of your orgasm, and you let him push you right over.  

You don’t even recognize the sound that scrapes at the back of your throat as your walls constrict around him. The ripples of your orgasm splash over you in waves, soft at first as you start to tremble. The waves crash harder and harder throughout your body as he punishes your cunt with his hips, drawing the orgasm out of the depths of you. You tense hard, digging your nails into his skin, gritting your teeth as you mewl as the most intense part of the eruption powers  through you. 

A warmth spreads through you as you continue to cum, Bucky’s grunting growing loud and deep as he spills into you. Your muscles flex as Bucky falls on top of you, nuzzling his face into your neck, his hot breath sticking to your skin. You tighten your legs around his waist as your head and body start to come down from the high he’s provided. A lazy smile forms on your lips as the urge to giggle fills your chest.

You can’t stop it as the light laughter rolls through you. You feel Bucky chuckle against you, his cool lips brushing against your hot skin, “Sorry,” you say through your laughter

He laughs again, this time fuller, the sound calling to the butterflies in your stomach again. He leans back - just to look at you. His eyes wander around your face like he’s trying to etch it into his brain forever. 

You enjoy having his eyes on you. You enjoy his full attention. 

The two of you stare at each other for a while, his fingers tracing yours slowly. The low buzz of electricity sounds through the house suddenly, and within seconds, the two of you are doused in artificial light. The TV pops on in the living room, the microwave and oven beeping as they both reset. The peace of the moment slips away. 

“Bummer.” He whispers, kissing the tip of your nose.

Bucky takes a breath. He closes his eyes as he brings your fingers to his lips to inhale your scent before splattering kisses along them. The two of you separate, physically and emotionally, and dress in silence. 

Once you’re clothed, you both move toward the front door and out onto the porch. You walk side by side through your yard as the moon lights the way. Light fills Bucky’s house as the two of you set onto his porch. You smile softly, dropping your eyes as he turns toward you.

“I really did come over to just check on you,” he chuckles, running his hand over the top of his head, “I don’t want you to think - “

“I don’t,” You cut him off, “Thank you for checking on me.” You wink at him, causing him to laugh again, “I’ll see you around, neighbor?”

He nods slowly, “You know where to find me.”

You shoot him a finger gun as you step down off of his porch, “You’ll be the first person I call the next time the power goes out.”

He wiggles his fingers at you as you retreat back to your own house, his eyes on you the entire way. You peek at him out of the corner of your eye as you reach your front door, flashing another smile toward him before stepping inside. 

You have the best night’s sleep that you can remember.

You’re up with the sun. You head out the front door toward your car and squint as you find a folded piece of paper stuck in the frame of the drivers side window. You pluck it from its place and smile widely as your eyes scan over the handwritten note.

Not sure what time you get off work… but I think my power will be out around 7… after I make you dinner, that is ;) - B

[darksaiyangoku]

For christmas, one of rubys gifts to jaune is a positive pregnancy test

Lancaster Christmas??? SIGN ME UP!!!!! Episode 2 of the RWBY Christmas Special begins now!!!!

Lancaster: A Stollen in the Oven

In the Arc-Rose household, the party was in full swing. Ruby and Jaune huddled up together alongside Ren and Nora, watching amusingly as Yang and Sage sang along. Every year, Jaune and Ruby would host a Christmas Carol Contest, where each of the couples would take part in a duet against each other. The prizes would vary from weapons upgrades, all expenses paid vacation and even simple like a bottle of Valean wine. Jaune held Ruby closer and she in turn nuzzled into his neck.

Jaune: You okay, Rubes?

Ruby: *sighs* Yeah, I’m just feeling tired. Also, I kinda wish Weiss, Blake, Sun and Neptune were here. It’s not the same without them.

Jaune: *kisses her forehead* I know. I’m sure they’ll be here next year.

As if on cue, everyone heard a loud knocking on the front door. Ruby left her seat to open the it, revealing the beaming faces of Weiss, Neptune, Blake and Sun.

Ruby: *smiling widely* No way!!! You guys all made it!!!! *furiously hugs them*

Weiss: You didn’t think we’d miss the Christmas Carol Contest, did you?

Neptune: Merry Christmas Ruby. Me and Weiss got you a little something. *hands gift over to Ruby*

Blake: It’s so good to see you. *hugs Ruby*

Ruby: You too, Blake! *hugs her back*

Sun: *chuckles* So are you gonna invite us in or are we just gonna stand out in the snow all night?

Ruby: Oh right, come on in!

After inviting them inside, and with all the greetings out of the way, Nora rose up from her seat to announce the next contestants; Weiss and Neptune followed by Sun and Blake. Weiss and Neptune sang Mistletoe and Wine, Sun and Blake sang All I Want for Christmas is You and Nora and Ren sang Last Christmas. Jaune was bouncing with anticipation for his turn next, causing Ruby to giggle.

Nora: Alrighy everyone, the final act is our two favourite dorks: Jaune and Ruby!

Everyone applauded as the two stood up and faced their excited audience. Fishing out for her scroll, Ruby selected her and Jaune’s favourite Christmas song; Baby It’s Cold Outside.

Ruby: You ready, darling knight?

Jaune: Lead the way, beautiful rose.

Sage: *rolls his eyes* Those two and their nicknames.

Yang: *huddling towards Sage* You love it really.

Sage: *chuckles* That I do.

Ruby: I really can't stay

Jaune: Baby it's cold outside

Ruby: I gotta go away

Jaune: Baby it's cold outside

Ruby: This evening has been-

Jaune: Been hoping that you'd dropped in

Ruby: -so very nice

Jaune: *takes Ruby’s hand* I'll hold your hands they're just like ice

Ruby: *shakes her head smiling* My sister will start to worry

Jaune: *smirking* Beautiful what's your hurry?

Ruby: My father will be pacing the floor

Jaune: Listen to the fireplace roar

Ruby: *turns aways* So really I'd better scurry

Jaune: *takes her hand* Beautiful please don't hurry

Ruby: *shrugs* Well maybe just a half a drink more

Jaune: *grabs bottle* I'll put some records on while I pour

Ruby: The neighbors might think

Jaune: *hands her the glass* Baby it's bad out there

Ruby: *nervously puts down glass* Say what's in this drink?

Jaune: *raises eyebrow* No cabs to be had out there

Ruby: *wraps arms around the back of Jaune’s neck* I wish I knew how-

Jaune: *wraps arms around her waist* Your eyes are like starlight now

Ruby: *breaks aways from him* to break this spell

Jaune: *chuckles* I'll take your hood, your hair looks swell

Ruby: *sways finger* I ought to say no, no, no sir

Jaune: *smirking* Mind if move in closer?

Ruby: At least I'm gonna say that I tried

Jaune: What's the sense of hurtin' my pride?

Ruby: I really can't stay

Jaune: Baby don't hold out

Ruby/Jaune: Baby it's cold outside!

Weiss: *whispering* Wow, they’re pretty good.

Neptune: *whispering* Not as good as you, babe.

Weiss: *whispers and smiles* Why thank you, dear.

Sun: *whispers* Keep it down, you two.

Blake: *whispers* You’re gonna miss the best part.

Weiss: *rolls her eyes* Alright, sorry.

Neptune: *facepalms* They’ve been like this since we were kids.

Sun and Blake’s eyes sparkled with delight as they watched the couple continue their performance.

Ruby: *gestures to the door* I simply must go

Jaune: Baby it's cold outside

Ruby: *rolls her eyes* The answer is no

Jaune: But baby it's cold outside

Ruby: The welcome has been-

Jaune: How lucky that you dropped in

Ruby: -so nice and warm

Jaune: *gestures to the window*Look out the window at that storm

Ruby: *gestures Jaune to move in closer* My uncle will be suspicious

Jaune: *moves towards Ruby* Gosh your lips look delicious

Ruby: My best friend will be there at the door

Jaune: Waves upon a tropical shore

Ruby: *cups his face* My crazy aunt's mind is vicious

Jaune: *cups her chin* Gosh your lips are delicious

Ruby: *playfully pushes him away* Well maybe just a cinnamon stick more

Jaune: *rolls his eyes* Never such a blizzard before

Ruby: I've got to get home

Jaune: Baby you'll freeze out there

Ruby: *points to his Pumpkin Pete hoodie* Say lend me your coat?

Jaune: *shakes his head* It's up to your knees out there!

Ruby: You've really been grand-

Jaune: *holds her hands* I feel when I touch your hand

Ruby: But don't you see?

Jaune: How can you do this thing to me?

Ruby: *smiling* There's bound to be talk tomorrow

Jaune: *twirls her* Think of my life long sorrow!

Ruby: *laughs* At least there will be plenty implied

Jaune: If you caught pneumonia and died!

Ruby: I really can't stay

Jaune: Get over that old out

Ruby/Jaune: Baby it's cold, baby it's cold outside!!!!

The entire room erupted in applause, the loudest coming from Nora, Ren, Sun and Blake.

Nora: I think we have our winners! Ruby and Jaune!!!!

Everyone: *loud applause*

Jaune: Thank you very much! *bows*

Ruby: *kisses Jaune’s cheek*

Ren: *leaves his seat* Congratulations you two, here is your prize. *hands them a bottle of Mistrialian wine*

Jaune: Wow! Thanks Ren!

Ruby: .....more wine?

Nora: Not just any wine! *holds onto Ren’s arm* Renny-bear here made it himself!

Sun: *eyes gleaming* Aw sweet!!!! You gotta let me have some, man!

Nora: Easy there, Sunny. Jaune and Ruby get the first taste.

Ruby: *scratches her head nervously* Actually, I’m gonna pass on the wine tonight. In fact, I won’t be drinking it for a while.

Nora: *sad face* Awww!!

Jaune: *worried face* Why not? Ruby, what’s going on?

Ruby: I have a surprise for you.

Heading over to the Christmas tree, Ruby took a small, rectangular box with white ribbon and handed to Jaune. The tag read: “To my wonderful husband, Jaune xoxo”. Jaune looked at the box with confusion and then back to Ruby, who sported a huge smile on her face.

Ruby: *beaming* Merry Christmas darling.

Wasting no time, Jaune tore off the ribbon and opened the box. The sight made his eyes widen, for inside was pregnancy test and it was positive.

Jaune: W-w-wait, are you-?

Ruby: *nods her head happily*

Jaune: Oh my god! *hugs Ruby tightly and skins her round*

Weiss: Wait a minute, what’s going on here?

Jaune: *puts Ruby down*

Ruby: *giggling* Well, I’m pregnant.

Everyone: WHAT?!

Jaune: Yeah! *wraps his arm around Ruby* We’re gonna be parents!

Blake: Oh my god, that’s so great!!!! *rushes to hug Ruby*

Yang: I’M GONNA BE AN AUNT!!!! *also hugs Ruby*

Weiss: *tearing up whilst hugging Ruby* I’M SO PROUD OF YOU!!!!

Ruby: *turning blue* I-I lo-love y-you a-all t-too b-but I-I c-ca-an’t b-breathe.

Yang: Oh sorry. Come on girls, let’s give her room. *lets go of Ruby along with Blake and Weiss*

Ruby: *deep breathing* Air! Sweet, sweet air!

Sun: Congratulations man! *hugs Jaune*

Neptune: *hugs Jaune* Say hello to Daddy Arc!

Jaune: *sweatdrops* Please don’t call me that.

Sage: *pats Jaune’s shoulder* Too late, it’s a thing now and we’re sticking to it.

Jaune: *deadpans* Great.

Nora: Well let’s not just all stand around here, let’s get this party started! Ren!

Ren: You read my mind. *pulls cork of wine bottle*

The party was full swing and everyone was having a good time. Sun and Neptune had an arm wrestling competition, much to the amusement of Weiss and Blake, Ren was telling Sage about the secret to his wine, Yang and Nora were fawning on the different clothes they could get the baby and Jaune and Ruby cuddled together on the sofa, hot chocolates in their hands.

Jaune: I can’t believe we’re gonna be parents.

Ruby: I know. It’s gonna be tough though. I don’t know the first thing about being a mom.

Jaune: *strokes her hair* Well I’m up for the challenge and I’ll help you every step of the way.

Ruby: I love you Jaune.

Jaune: I love you too Ruby.

The two kissed and moved closer together. Sage and Yang watched the two lovingly, also huddled together.

Yang: I can’t believe my sister’s gonna become a mom.

Sage: I know, right? Everything’s changed so much now. One minute, we’re a bunch of students, the next we’re fighting against witches and now, here we are as one big family.

Yang: Speaking of which, *leans in and whispers* I was thinking you and I could get started on giving Ruby and Jaune a niece or nephew.

Sage: *not paying attention* Yeah. *suddenly realises* Wait, what?!

[elle-stevens]

The Break Up Blog - Day Twenty Six

It’s official: I hate my nasal passages. 

It’s like there are furry kittens growing inside of them, that’s how sensitive they are today. Not that I’m allergic to cats or any other furry mammals; at least, I still hope that’s the case. I have heard that some adults develop latent allergies later in life that they didn’t have as children. Wouldn’t that just be my luck if that happened? 

While I sneezed my brains out nearly all day, I carved out time to do a few creative and productive things. First, I made scones for breakfast; I haven’t baked scones in nearly two years. This is the first time I made them while living abroad by myself. Granted, I left them a little too long in the oven, so they came out firmer than usual. But for a first attempt in a miniature oven, they weren’t half bad, especially when I spread butter and strawberry jam liberally all over it. My colleague, N, expressed a love for scones the other day at work and I thought of her while baking this morning. 

So when I decided to do my grading for my students’ journals at a cafe instead of at home, I asked N if she wanted me to drop off some scones for her near her home since it was en route to where I wanted to go. I left my apartment 15 minutes later that what I initially told N, but the traffic was kind to me and I got to the meeting point early enough. N had a harder time getting to me after doing her grocery shopping. There’s all kinds of roadworks and construction happening in my city these days to build more subway lines and the neighbourhood close to where N lives is completely discombobulated, including all the bus stops that have shifted over slightly to make way for the construction walls. 

Anyway, N finally met me and I gave her the scones, which she was happy to receive. It seems like she’s really stressed about work since she and C are part of the recruitment process that hires new foreign teachers at my school. There have been some issues with visa paperwork and flight bookings for a new hire that has many of my colleagues completely stressed out. Thank God I don’t help out with visa paperwork at my job; I’d be two blinks away from being carted away in a straitjacket if I were. 

N had to rush off to her Chinese class and I made my way to a cafe she and C frequented the week before. The cafe has cosy decor inside and a terriffic balcony section above where you can sit outside. Sadly, the balcony was closed today; the cafe probably only opens it up in the evenings when they serve dinner. So I sat inside and did my grading, which was still nice and cosy. 

The grading itself was more stressful than I initially planned. Maybe I just over-thought it and did more than I needed to. But it took me close to 4 hours to check and correct 38 journals as well as give each student feedback and a rating based on their writing. I know that H meant well when she planned for us to do weekly journals with our students. But the plan was meant to be executed at the start of the school year and it’s already the second semester. Plus, she made C design all the journals in different formats and colours for each grade instead of just ordering ready-made journals from a publication house. Now H wants us to critique each student’s writing every single week and only give them positive feedback so they stay motivated to keep writing in class. If I have to climb up more people’s asses and kiss them from the inside, including those of my students, I might never see the sun again. 

Nevertheless, I forged on and managed to finish all my grading, even though I was hungry and the cafe suddenly didn’t serve food. But they had a menu which not only had drinks displayed on it, but food as well. So naturally I was confused that there didn’t appear to be any food. I wrapped things up and tried to call my Dad to wish him happy birthday. After all the delays with my money transfers, I was happy that I managed to send my siblings some cash to help pay for my dad’s gifts and the family brunch. But the signal was really crappy on my phone since I was outside and waiting for the bus to take me home. I managed to get back to my neighbourhood after 18:00 and made a stop at the grocery store to buy tomatoes, mushrooms and garlic. N gave me some French bread earlier, so I made some bruschetta for dinner. Not the healthiest meal to have, especially right before going to the gym, but it kept the hunger pangs at bay since I inadvertently skipped lunch. 

My parents and siblings ended up going on a drive around the beach, which gave me enough time to have a good session at the gym almost unimpeded, shower and then head home. I even had time to go to work beforehand to pick up the new headband I ordered for the gym that I used for my workout. Unlike last week’s ultra-crap fat-loss regimen, I practically aced it the second time around tonight, which kept me in good spirits. 

I got home after 21:00 and called my Dad again. With most phone conversations, I don’t always know what to say to him. I don’t know why, I just run out of safe topics quicker with my dad than with my mom. My mom and I aren’t as close, but we find ways to talk about very superficial things like who’s a new and upcoming contestant on ‘Idols’ or what new wave of crime hit my old neighbourhood this time around. I’m closer with my Dad, but it’s hard to grab time with him to have a good heart to heart. Still, I was in an excellent mood and the conversation flowed well, especially when we talked about dishes we’d been cooking in the kitchen lately. It makes me realise how much I miss my Dad these days. 

It was great catching up with my mom and my siblings too; I feel bad that P and G have been treated to my depressing and morbid side too much lately. So it felt good to ask how they’re doing and make lots of silly jokes to keep the mood light.  Even though I wished I could’ve been home with my family celebrating my dad’s birthday today, I’m happy they’re still able to have fun without me too. Sometimes I feel guilty about being so far away from home, but I know my family loves and supports me no matter. I’m really lucky and it’s time that I start acknowledging and embracing it more often. 

Throughout my busy day, I still thought of X on occasion. When I walked to the grocery store earlier, this called ‘Loving Strangers’ by Russian Red started playing in my iTunes library. That brought up a flood of memories all related to X. I actually liked that song long before X and I even became friends, but I put her onto it and it eventually became one of our songs that epitomised our relationship. The song is from a soundtrack for this lesbian romance movie called ‘Room In Rome’. It’s about these two women who meet at a bar in - you guessed it - Rome, and end up spending the night together in a beautiful Roman hotel room. It wasn’t the best acting in the world, but the chemistry between the two actresses was on sizzling and the movie had a scintillating soundtrack too. 

Anyway, X and I both loved the song and the movie and watched it together a few times over 3 years. When I visited her the first time in the Philippines, we stayed a lovely 5-star hotel for our last night together. Unintentionally, we acted out a few romantic scenes from the movie. Like dressing up in fluffy bathrobes after taking a swim in the hotel and staring out the window together at the city skyline. Of course, we improvised with other things, like slow-dancing in our bathrobes to Coldplay’s ‘Sparks’ and ‘Loving Strangers’ in the middle of our hotel room. 

That night was so bittersweet for me because my flight back home was at 4am (I still don’t know why I booked that absurd flight time), so X and I only had a few hours together in that hotel room before I left her. I felt like Cinderella on the night of the ball with the Prince. For those first few hours, everything felt magical and wonderful. But as soon as the clock struck twelve, reality kicked in again and it was time to go back home in my pumpkin carriage. 

Being with X always felt like a beautiful dream that I was eventually going to wake up from. Now I’m finally awake and it’s still disorienting knowing that we won’t have more beautiful memories together or new shared experiences to make life a little sweeter than it was before. But I’m trying my best to move on and only focus on the crappier aspects of X’s personality to make me miss her less. What I need is to just land myself a hottie Sugar Daddy or Sugar Momma with low self-esteem on the next go-around with a relationship and hope to God they never get clued in on the fact that they could do better than me. Don’t get me wrong, I know I’m a catch in a lot of respects, but I am also a hot mess. I’m a slow learner, but I’m getting better and wiser with time. 

Shit, it’s past midnight and I’m starving. I’m trying hard not to snack late at night, but I haven’t been eating well lately because of stress and my depression kicking my proverbial butt. Does this even still count as a diary entry for 7th September? 

Since I’m making up the rules for my own happiness now, I say it still counts. And from here on out, I’m gonna do whatever the hell I please. 

[mystrangerfics]

Damaged Goods Ch. 6

A/N: This is my first Reader story I’ve really ever written and my first Billy fic. Hope it’s not horrible.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Description: This was a request by @satansparklesworld. “ Can you make a fic about Billy falling for a punk chick who is almost like him (family life and how they deal with the pain) and they learn to trust and be vulnerable with each other. Can she be on thicc side too? ” – This will be a few chapters long as it went with an idea I was working on at the time.

Chapter One   Chapter Two  Chapter Three  Chapter Four  Chapter Five

Work Count: 3281

Complete Story Warnings: Abuse, Language, Smut, Death & Violence. 18+

Your mother was angry with you to say the least. She wouldn't speak to you, which only made you more upset. You felt bad enough because you hadn't actually meant to kill Daryl. A week had passed since everything had happened and you hadn’t returned to school or seen much of anyone besides your mom. You had put on a black dress on the day of Daryl’s funeral only for your mother to leave without you, not wanting you there. She wouldn’t speak to you, she wouldn’t look at you. You could feel her hatred and it broke your heart. You had never wanted things to be like this with her.

You sat across from your mother as you both silently pushed around your food. “Mom, when are you going to talk to me?” You finally asked her with a sigh. She didn't even meet your gaze. Your mother hadn't been the same since your father died, she had once told you that he was her one true love and now she just had you. The comment had stung because it wasn't said lovingly. It was kind of mumbled against her glass of gin.

The abuse with Daryl had started before she even married him. He never laid a hand on her and she didn't seem to mind him beating on you. She just seemed to ignore it and part of you resented her, another part of you believed you deserved it. You had taken her one true love from her, you didn't think she'd ever forgive you.

“Fine. When are you going to look at me?” You asked as she continued to stare at her.

“You murdered my husband!” She shouted and slammed the table, making you flinch from her sudden outburst. “You killed your father and now you killed my husband! What more do you want to take from me!?”

“I didn't kill dad!” You argued, your eyes already flaring. You tried not to think about the accident.

“If he hadn't been taking you to the fucking ice cream parlor he would still be here! But you whined and got your way like you always did!” She hollered and you looked down as your eyes poured over. You couldn’t meet her furious gaze, her eyes holding so much hate “You have ruined every good thing I ever had! I hate you!” You looked at the hatred in your mother's eyes and believed her. You had always been angry with her for letting Daryl abuse you but you had never been able to bring yourself to hate her.

“I cannot wait until you finally turn eighteen because you're fucking gone!” She got up from the table and stomped off to her room, slamming the door hard enough for you to flinch. You finally released a shaky breath you had been holding in.

You sat at the table for a little longer before you got up and tore open the fridge. You grabbed the beer Daryl had had in there along with the bottle of whiskey from the freezer and stormed out of the house, slamming the door. You crammed the beer and liquor into your saddlebags before you backed your bike into the road and started it.

You drove down the road quickly and didn't even stop when you sped passed Billy's Camaro that pulled onto the road. You drove down one of the old back roads, heading towards the ice cream parlor that was only open during the summer. You stopped your bike on a turn and parked it off the road before you angrily dug out the drinks from your bags.

You walked down the steep slope a little before dropping to your ass, staring at a little white cross that was faded. You sat the beers beside you, the liquor bottle in your hand. You unscrewed the cap and tipped it back, chugged from the bottle even through the burn in your throat. You sat for about ten minutes, just swigging from the bottle in your hand as you glared at the cross.

“Let's just take the bike,” your dad said as you came out of the house. “Your moms staying home. She has a headache,” your dad mumbled as he walked into the garage.

You noticed your moms headaches normally happened whenever you wanted to do anything but always kept quiet. You knew your father tried to act like everything was okay. So you ignored that your mother didn't take interest in you like the other moms the girls had at school. She didn’t braid your hair, she didn’t take you shopping for the Snow Ball and she never seemed to want to be around you. She would sit with her gin and glare at you, sometimes that felt like the most attention she gave you.

“Dad, I don't want to take the bike. It scares me,” you said quietly, frowning as he was about to uncover it. You felt bad but you really didn't feel safe riding on the back.

He frowned a bit but nodded. “Fine, car it is,” he said before smiling. “Hop in,”  he patted the hood of the car and you went around to jump in the passenger side.

The ride there was like most any ride with your father. Music blaring, laughs and smiles. He always played rock music when your mother wasn't in the car because he loved it, she hated it. Your father had put the top down and you remember sticking your hands up into the air, feeling the wind whip around. You smiled brightly, feeling the warm sun on your face. You saw your father staring a bit and looked to him. “What?”

“You're the best thing in my life, kiddo. You know that right?” He said, glancing back to the road for a moment before back to you. “I love you, pumpkin,” he said with a smile.

You smiled back at your father. “You're the best thing in my life too.” You glanced away from his eyes for a moment to the road ahead. “Dad, stop!” You saw a car, it was stalled out in the middle of the road around the turn.

You heard screeching tires and screamed as the car swerved back and forth violently before you felt yourself being violently chostled. You held your head down towards your lap so you could cover your ears. The next thing you remembered was opening your eyes and smelling hot rubber.

“Dad,” you whimpered, trying to shift your leg before you screamed, realizing it was broken. Your head span and ached painfully. “Dad,” you said a little more seriously as you tried to steady your spanning vision. You shifted your neck and shoulder against something hard before turning your head, the once blue sky was now rocky ground. The car was upside down, you tried the door but it wouldn't budge, you were trapped. You grit your teeth as you unbuckled your seatbelt and cried out when you shifted to the ground and it pulled on your leg. You wiggled around a bit, trying to find a way out.

You turned frantically to your father before you stopped, your hands shaking. Your father laid still on the ground, his head and chest covered in blood. “Dad!” You said and shook him, trying to deny what you already knew. “Daddy, wake up! Wake up! Wake up!” You screamed before sobbing. “Daddy, please?” He didn't move and you let your head fall onto his shoulder. You sobbed brokenly and gripped onto him. “I can't lose you,” you whined.

It took the paramedics and fire department about an hour to get one of the doors off the car. It took them another twenty minutes to get you to let go of your father. You had curled up to him and didn't want to leave him, refusing to believe he was gone.

The police had told you that you were lucky to be alive. They all talked about how dangerous it was to roll a convertible and that your father hadn’t been as lucky.

“I wish I had died instead,” you mumbled to the cross, trying to forget the memories.

“I bet he doesn't wish that,” you turned your head quickly to see Billy behind you, standing beside your bike, up the slope. You cursed yourself for leaving the bike by the road, having lead him to find you.

“Go away, Billy.” Your voice had a bitter edge to it, mixed with the sadness. You hugged your knees and rested your chin on the inside of your elbow, looking back to the cross.

“I don’t think you should be alone,” he said before he walked down and sat beside you.

“I didn't ask you to be here!” You snapped and swigged off the bottle again.

“Well get over it! I'm here now!” He snapped back, knowing your anger was stemming from somewhere else. “Give me that,” he snipped and tried grabbing the liquor bottle you were swigging from.

You shoved him away from you and moved the bottle back from his reach, he looked a bit surprised at you. “Fine. Why are you here? Just sitting in self-pity?” Billy asked bitterly, glaring. He didn’t mean to sound so harsh but you had avoided him for the entire week. He knew you were going through stuff but he wanted to be there for you and you were denying him that.

“I’m a murderer,” you mumbled before swigging from the liquor bottle again. You were definitely feeling it, the bottle was half empty in your hand. You looked down at the bottle and felt like you might start crying but you didn’t let yourself. “Why do I have to feel bad for not letting someone kill me!?” You snapped angrily. “Why do I have to feel bad for surviving a car accident!?”

Billy let his elbows rest on his bent knees and his arms hang as he looked to you. You were angry, you were pissed and he knew this meant you were sad. He’d seen himself do this because sometimes being angry felt better than crying. Yelling felt better than sobbing and breaking things felt better than feeling your own heart breaking.

“I never did anything to deserve this! I fucking tried! I was a good kid! I let my mom’s boyfriend fucking beat me! I said nothing!” You hollered before swigging off the liquor bottle again and you held it out for Billy. He looked at it for a moment before he took it from you and tipped it back, letting the liquid burn his throat. He was happy you weren’t mad at him at this moment, the bottle being offered was a sign of that but Billy knew that could change in an instant. He handed the bottle back to you, trying to keep things from getting worse.

“Why the fuck does life have to be so unfair?!” You screamed and stood up, swaying a little in your spot. Billy stood beside you and rested a hand on your back, worried you might fall. “Stop fucking touching me!” You screamed and shoved him back, he looked shocked and stumbled a little. “I don’t want you to touch me! I don’t want you near me! If you hadn’t come over that night I wouldn’t have had to kill him!”

Billy stood staring at you for a moment as anger built inside him. “You didn't fucking kill him! He had a heart attack!” This was what he was afraid of, that you were blaming him. That you looked at this as his fault. “You know you don’t mean that!” He tried and reached for your arm again but you pulled it away. “Everything was fine! We were talking about getting away together! We were going to go to California!”

“Fuck California!” You hollered before taking another swig from the bottle in your hand, there was only about a quarter of it left. “I’m not going anywhere with you! You’re just like everyone else! With your fucking pity and your stupid plans! I don’t fucking need you! I was fine without you and I’m still fine!” You screamed before you finished chugging the bottle and threw it, smashing it off a tree. “I don’t care about you!” You said like you were admitting something and you lifted your arms before dropping them. “Okay?!”

Billy remained silent as you screamed and hollered, he kept his gaze down, unable to look you in the face. He felt angry but he also felt hurt and it was all swirling inside him. Part of him felt betrayed and stupid for letting himself think that you cared about him. The other part prayed you were just upset and didn’t mean anything you were saying. “You’re lying,” he finally managed.

You reached down to pick up one of the beers at Billy’s feet and he grabbed your arm before kicking the beers down the hill. “What the fuck?!” You screamed angrily and motioned to where Billy had kicked them.

“You’re drunk enough!” Billy said. He watched you sigh and start walking up the hill to your bike, digging for your keys in your jacket pocket. He quickly followed behind you as you walked up the rocky edge and made it to the top as you got on your bike. He straddled the front tire and held onto the handlebars, standing in front of you. “We’re not finished!” He said as he looked at you, his expression angered. He didn’t want you driving off drunk but he really didn’t want you driving off and leaving things like this.

“We are so finished!” You spat bitterly. “Billy Hargrove, I am fucking done with you,” you slurred before shoving his shoulder. “Get away from me. Don’t talk to me, don’t look at me. Don’t even fucking think about me,” you said with an angered look in your eyes, glaring at Billy.

“Fine! Go back on everything you said! Everything we did,” Billy hollered back angrily but found his eyes watering.

“I never said shit! I told you I wasn’t going to fall in love with you and I did what I said. I don’t love you,” you hollered bluntly and motioned between you both. “We are nothing. It was just some fun,” you slurred.

Billy glared at you and his hands were shaking as his knuckles turned white from gripping your handlebars. He grabbed your wrist tightly when you moved your hand forward. He ignored your arguing and ripped the keys from your hand. He backed up when you tried grabbing them back.

“Give it to me!” You slurred as you got off your bike and came around, trying to get closer to him. He held the keys behind his back and kept a hand in front of him, keeping you away. “They’re my fucking keys!”

“You’re drunk as hell! I’m not letting you drive home!” Billy reasoned as he held onto the keys.

“Why?!” You screamed, irritated before you stopped and started laugh. Billy looked at you confused for a moment but still kept his hand up to block you. “Aw, Billy. Did you fall in love?” Your voice sounded taunting and Billy flinched a little at how cold your words came out.

“No!” Billy hollered before he realized he was lying. He looked up into your eyes and felt pained. You just had this little, pitying smirk on your lips.

“Don’t fall in love with damaged people Billy,” you whispered but your voice was still full of ridicule. “Just ends up getting you hurt,” you said and drunkenly placed your hand on his arm, he didn’t move away. You slowly inched closer to him as he remained unmoving and wrapped your arms around his neck, looking into his face. The anger on his features was entirely gone, he looked destroyed. His eyes were cast downward and there was a frown on his slightly parted lips. He looked so lost and when he looked up to you a tear ran down his cheek. “I’m a damaged person,” you whispered as you looked into his eyes. “I hurt people.”

Billy looked at you for a minute before he spoke. His voice was quiet, it sounded meek and it surprised you a little. You’d never heard him sound so broken, even the night he’d come to you after being hurt by Neil. “I thought you could love me.”

Some of the anger left your features. Your eyes softened and Billy felt you gently wipe the tear from his neck. You looked to Billy and he swore he saw sadness in your eyes, this broken expression. You opened your mouth like you were going to say something before you reached and snatched the keys that dangled from his hand. You instantly let him go and headed back towards your bike.

It took Billy a moment to register what happened before he was walking up to you. He stood in front of you so you couldn't get to your bike. “No, no, no, no.” He said quickly. “You don't just get to run away.”

“Billy, just stop!” You said as you tried to get around him but he stopped you.

“You can't tell me you don't care about me because I know you do!” Billy said and you looked down, not meeting his gaze. “You're just scared! You're scared because the people who are supposed to love you most in this world have left you or have hurt you more than anyone ever should! Don't put that on me,” he said the last sentence with a weak voice.

You glanced up to him a little and he saw your eyes brimming with tears. He didn't stop, afraid he'd lose you to your anger again. “You are the best thing in my life,” Billy said before he slowly took your face in his hands. You tried to pull away and interrupt but he stopped you. “And (Y/N) (Y/L/N), you were right. I did fall in love,” he whispered and you let out a sob. “And I think you did too.”

You looked into his blue eyes before you started sobbing and hid your face in your hands. Billy kissed the top of your head and he felt your hands grip his jacket near his waist.

“I'm sorry,” you whimpered to him and looked up at him again. “I'm so sorry that I'm like this.”

“Sh,” he whispered as he kept his nose buried in your hair. He gently rubbed your back and pulled you against him.

“I didn't mean what I said,” you sobbed and shook your head. He gently brought a hand up and brushed it over your hair.

“I know,” he whispered and pulled you back. He looked at your face, your makeup smeared over your cheeks. He carefully wiped under your eyes. “I love you,” Billy said quietly, staring into your face, looking at nothing but you.

You whimpered a little and let out a small, breathy sob before pursing your lips. “I love you too.” You sounded hesitant but Billy knew it was only from you being scared to actually admit it out loud, to make it real.

Billy slowly leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. He felt your hands come up and wrap around his neck, holding him close to you. Billy knew you were in pain, he knew you were suffering and would be for a while. This wasn't something that just went away but he would be there for you, he wanted to be. He was convinced you were the only one for him, he just prayed that you would let him be.

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ooc;; it’s a preview of bits and pieces for PART 2 to this HERE-

SIDENOTE: sorry about the format tumblr makes it weird, also sorry I can’t put it under a read more... stupid app -_-;; also if these mistakes plz feel free to tell me.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re skin and bones. you must be starving let me fix you something to eat.” Mariann gritted her teeth, Nigel placed a hand atop her shoulder. As she hungrily devoured her meal, she realized it been a while since she had such a savory meal. Debbie ate a bowl of her grandma’s soup, two bowls of lucky charms and a large plate of chicken nuggets; she felt unbelievably full. It had been so long since she felt like that.

Growing up she couldn't complain about a hot meal. Despite the portions were small. Being just enough to keep the edge of hunger away, but they never made her feel full. That night when everyone was asleep ( like she should be ) she sits up, moving slowly off the bed, as to not disturb her parents. All evidence suggests Debbie isn't a heavy sleeper.

Hazel hues scanning the walls of canned food, she’d never seen so much food in her life, her mouth watered. Eyes land on canned yams, face twisting up in disgust. But Debbie learned over her short life that you couldn't be to be picky when it came starving or being full and getting to live another day. Quickly and quietly making her to the backyard, it was still weird walking around outside and being safe, living in the wild was like a playing a game of Russian roulette every day. Would you be eaten by a lion or die from dehydration or maybe heatstroke? Now she wasn't under the consent threat of death at every turn it seemed her anxiety didn't take the hint that they safe now were turned up to 100% you would have thought that it would be low.

Plopping down, the grass was slightly wet from the rain. Soaking into her pajamas. Pulling Handfuls of earth, not caring about the dirt under her nails. Burying it next to freshly planted tulips, she had to make sure she had enough food saved up in case... In case of what? Debbie wasn't even sure herself, she just knew it calmed the anxiety that ate away her. That morning Debbie ate two bowls of lucky charms. Glancing out into the yard where she had buried the yums in the garden.

——

The blonde was playing at the park with her friend, Candy, she lived next door and was the first kid Debbie ever met. Debbie was building a sandcastle, humming a tune she heard her mama sing earlier that day. Hazel hues glanced up at her friend, hearing her sounds of disgust.

”Ew, my mom packed bologna again.” Holding the sandwich at arm's length, a look of disgust painted across her face, and in one movement she throws the sandwich into the ground, dirt kicking up. Debbie's eyes widen and her heart jumps into her throat. ”Stop that, don't you, like, know it's bad t’waste food?”

”Who cares, it's gross.”

What? Did she know going hungry was bad, that it was painful and sometimes it got so bad you start crying? Didn't she? Before Debbie knew it she was standing over her, Candy was standing to now, but she looked scared. Surges of frustration pulse through her, Debbie lets out something between a mix of a sob and a yell. she pauses a dark look across her face, shoving Candy hard in the chest. She fells back into the sandbox beat of silence, then she spoke in a cracking voice. ”You- you're crazy!” Before she broke downs sobbing and running to her Mommy.

Debbie grabs the sandwich off the ground, running from the voice of her friend's mom. Hiding behind a tree hunched over on her knees, curled up in on herself, staring down at the sandwich in her hands, digging her fingers leaving small indents on the bread. it was lukewarm from sitting out in the sun. But the food was food after all. Not even bothering to pick the gravel and dirt ( and possibly bugs ) off of it before taking a huge bit, mouth dry making it a bit hard to swallow. Eyes glassy and red-rimmed, eating the rest of it in four bites, like it would be her last meal, her cheeks were wet. Debbie had ever realized she’d been.

She wasn't even hungry.

WEEKS LATER

It has rained the night before and the rain had unearthed Debbie's hiding spot, it was lucky Grandpa Frank found them and stuck them in a bag. Debbie was brushing a doll's hair when he stepped in and sat down next to her despite the protest of his joints. ”Hi, Grandpa!”

”Hey, Bug, so can I ask you something very important?”

The blonde nodded, still brushing the doll's hair. ”Have you been hiding food in the garden?” Debbie tensed, gripping the doll, knuckles bone white. She hung her head in shame. ”Please don't, like, tell Mommy and Daddy they-” She choked on a sob, eyes wide and pleading. ”Whoa, whoa! Don't worry, Debbie. ”Don't worry, you aren't in trouble, pumpkin, grandpa just wants to know.” He gave her a reassuring squeeze.

”I won't tell anyone, cross my heart.” he drew an X over his heart. ”If anyone understands it would be me, I grow up poor as dirt. ”But you don't have to worry about that stuff anymore, ” He wiped her tears. ”But if it makes you feel better, I can put a box in the shed that way you don't tear up grandma's garden. Deal?” She nodded.

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This had been going on for a few months now, Mama was also busy; being dragged by her grandma to this or that and Grandpa was to busy with work- so it was up to Debbie to care for her dad. Tip-toeing across the carpeted floor, a sloppily made peanut and jelly sandwich, cracking open the door of her shared bedroom. The darkness of the room swallowing her up, it takes a moment for her eyes to adjust to the darkness.

“I made you, like, a sandwich- it’s your favorite- “ Hazel hues glance from her Daddy who’s buried under the covers, to the uneaten bowl of cereal she left them this morning. A frown crosses her lips, fingers tighten around the plate, a feeling of anger shots through her. “You gotta, like, eat, it’s not good to, like, waste food.” Her Voice trembling, with shaking hands the blonde places the plate on the nightstand.

He didn’t move. “Daddy,” She walked over to him, poking his shoulder. A small mumble left his throat but he didn’t move. She scowled, pushing him with her open palm. Still nothing. “Get up...” Debbie says irritably. “Daddy’s tired, Poppet.” Voice barely above a whisper. “Daddy! get outta bed, dad!!” Debbie hasn't been able to stop the tears. Anger crawling through her that. “GET UP, NIGEL!” Voice shaky, fists balled at her sides. “...Pl- please.” his gaze is fixed ahead, staring at the wall Debbie can barely contain her, her chest felt like it was going to burst; her eyes stung with unshed tears.

NINE MONTHS LATER

Cradling her new baby sister, the baby making babbling noises and raising out for Debbie. She was never going to let her baby sister be hungry and sad and scared like she was. ”Don't worry, Eliza I'll, like, take care of you jus’ like with Daddy.” Voice shaky. That night Debbie took the can of corn out of her backpack, she had stolen from Candy's house and buried it in the garden.

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The Last Song | 1

Intro: When it seems that love is in it’s hardest reach, someone comes out of the blue, and surprises you. But how will Y/N and Grayson work out, with so many different reasons as to why they shouldn’t be together?

“Mommy, how far are we?” Lucas whined from the backseat. It’s still amazing to me how either me or my mom dealt with his constant annoying yammering in the backseat of our old soccer mom van. He was practically holding himself up by his arms to get the best look out the window. Not going to lie, he was probably the most adorable when he was excited, for him being 10 years old, but I’d never tell him that.

“Just another half hour baby. Don’t worry we’ll be there soon.” She slightly smiled to him from the rearview mirror, and he shot one back to her, looking outside the car window once again.

“I can see the beach from here!”

I for one decided to turn up my music through my headphones because the dreaded time was coming. I was going to see my father again. I’ll save you the sob story of my dad finding some hot blonde bimbo who was a student at the art school he taught at during the summer, and leaving his family, divorcing my mom, and moving across the country to be with her. But within a matter of months she dumped him, practically took all of his money that should’ve been used for us, and flew to Europe or something with her new husband. Let’s just say I’m still mad over it even though it was 2 years ago. Of course Lucas being the youngest, he doesn’t remember much of what was going on, he just knew our parents weren’t going to be together anymore. I was 16, and I remember it fully. I haven’t even seen my dad since. He tried calling the past 2 years, he’s written me letters and sent me birthday and Christmas gifts, but they all were stowed away back home where I would never even look or touch them.

Within 35 minutes we reached his beach estate that was built right on the sand. Lucas leaped out of the car running over toward my smiling dad who had open arms. Meanwhile, I remained seated. My mom let out a sigh, before turning to me and softly ripping out one of my headphones. My eyes were trained on the lying man who was holding my brother who he hadn’t seen in years. If it were up to me, I’d walk out of this car, yank Lucas off of him, and drive the whole way home.

“Y/N, please…don’t shut me out too.”

“I have no reason to mom. You never left us, you never lied to us. You took care of us even when you were still with him. I have no reason to want to be here.”

“He’s your father. You’re only here for the summer so please,” she looked out of the windshield to look at the sight as well, “for Lucas’s sake. He really wants to be here and look how happy he is. He was so young when everything happened. Don’t ruin what little good memory he has of his dad.” I let out a frustrated breathe, pulling the car door open and slamming it a little too hard. I grabbed the bags I brought, my mom helping me with 2, and began walking up the steps to his door. He let down Lucas, opening his arms up to me, calling me the name he’s always called me since I was little, ‘pumpkin’. I didn’t even look at him, but shoulder-checked him walking into the living room. My bags made loud thuds on his expensive hardwood floors, and my flip flops smacking onto the floor were heard as I walked out of his back patio into the soft sand. I saw a carnival event happening about a half mile from my dad’s place, and my mind lead me straight to it. Anything to get away from this awful place.

After my legs felt like jelly, I finally made it into the carnival scene. The sun was in high heat, there was a vollyball game going on in front of me, food stands of different types of cuisine and deep fried goodness stood all next to each other, and of course the infamous carnival games with big stuffed animals just waiting to be given to a girl by a desperate boy wanting her affection. All that just wasn’t my thing.

I stopped by a stand to snag a lemonade since it was almost 95 degrees out and I was wearing dark jeans and a graphic t-shirt. Within 10 seconds I had drank a third of the lemonade, and decided to pace myself and check out what else this place had to offer since it would be up and running the whole summer, and seemed to be the closest place to have some sort of fun. My ears perked at the sounds of people screaming and cheering at the vollyball game that was in full swing. Many scandelous looking girls in tiny tringle bikinis all jumped and yelled at the bronzed skinned men on the course. Their bodies all looked the same, and it was hard to distinguish one guy from another. I had personally just gotten out of a ‘relationship’ if you could call it that. Him and I just hooked up whenever, but it had to stop when he developed feelings for me. In some ways, I feel like my disconnection from guys and people in general stem from my relationship with my father. You hear all the time that the only guy a girl can trust is her daddy, but in my case, it’s not true. So since then, especially that crucial time in high school where dating is normal, I haven’t been able to hold down a guy.

The thoughts of my past experiences with guys clouded my mind, as I felt a sharp punch to my stomach, knocking what felt like the last breath I had out of me. My back hit the sand, along with my head which ricocheted and collided with the forehead in front of me. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion, and made the pain ten times worse. The heavy weight laid on me, making it harder to catch my breath, and I quickly pushed the person off of me, sitting up and putting a hand to my chest, noticing my heartbeat was moving extremely fast. I also felt my t-shirt, noticing it was drenched in the rest of my lemonade, and was running down my chest, making it feel sticky. I could faintly hear people gasping, and laughing, at the situation that just unfolded. I tried to cover my face with my long hair, quickly grabbing the now empty cup and walking quickly away.

“Hey! Hey wait up!” I heard the deep voice say behind me. I figured it was whoever body slammed me, but I was in no mood to fight with this person or cause a scene. I was already embarassed and mad enough as it is. I walked quicker towards the nearby trash can, throwing the cup away and keeping my hair covering my face.

“Hey please! Let me talk to you.” A hand grasped my own wrist, turning me to face the mysterious…but oh so handsome boy who was standing in front of me. I instantly felt tiny in front of him. He had to be 6 ft, he had defined abs and arms that flexed so naturally. His bronzed skin glowed underneath the shining sun that only illuminated his beauty. He had a shy smile on his face that still shown bright even if a few teeth were peaking through. He looked like a painting; unreal and beautiful.

“Uh hello there? You seem to zone out a lot.” He chuckled. I shook my head regaining myself, and stoof taller to show I was phased by his height and demeanor.

“I just think a lot. Which is probably something you don’t do a lot of the time or else you would’ve thought about other people walking around here, and wouldn’t have bumped into me.” I gave him my biggest smile, before turning back around to walk away. But boy was he persistant. He followed me, calling out for me again.

“But I wouldn’t have started talking to such a beauty like yourself.” I only rolled my eyes, but my heartt reacted a different way. “Look I really am sorry, let me buy you another drink? Maybe even another shirt since yours seems pretty sticky at this point.”

I crossed my arms over as much of the stain as possible. “It’s fine. I don’t need your pity or your money. I just want to walk around and be myself is that too much to ask?”

“Okay then Ms.Attitude. I’ll be honest then, I don’t care about your shirt. I’m just over here so the team playing us has some time to breath after that match.”

“Wow…who knew a good looking guy like you would also be concieted?” He gave me a sly smile, and his eyes slimmed out a bit before looking me up and down.

“You think I’m good looking?” I shot him a disgusted face and fake barfed in front of his face. “I’m Grayson by the way.” He stuck his hand out, but I just looked at it, before meeting his eyes again. He sucked in, playfully, and put his hand down and scratched the back of his head with the other hand. “Why don’t you come watch? You’ll see that there is more thinking involved in the sport than you realize.”

Saying yes crossed my mind for a second, before I told myself absolutely not. Just because some hot guy on the beach seems to be taking interest in me doesn’t mean he won’t try to do anything later on. If I give in now, he’ll think it’s a one way ticket into my panties and I’m not here for the summer for that. I’m here to make my mom and Lucas happy.

“I think I’ll pass.” And with that, I swiftly walked past him, not even looking back to see if he was staring at me because I already felt his eyes prying into my back. I’ll admit, it made a small smile grow on my face.

Hours past and so did the sunlight, and within time it started to get darker and colder. The shirt I was wearing had dried, but the sticky lemonade still stayed on my chest. The wind was blowing harder, and made goosebumps appear on my arms. I rubbed up and down my arms, trying to look around and find a table that sold sweaters or new shirts for me to wear for tonight. A few I checked were just too expensive, and it came down to a vendor who was selling shirts for $15. I sighed before settling on this table, and looked at the different shirts they had. As I went to go pick up a wave-styled tee, a finger tapped me on my shoulder, making me look back. There was no one. Then the tee was lifted out of my hand on the other side of me, making me whip my head back around. A smaller girl with red hair and bright green eyes held the shirt high, looking at it with pursed lips and furrowed eyebrows. I could only stare at her in disbelief.

“Hey what are you doing?”

“This shirt is too plain and original.” The vendor crossed their arms eyeing her, in which she smiled politely and said sorry, before placing the shirt back on top of the others that looked just like it. “What about this one? It has roses and it’s black, more your style. I’ll even buy it for you.” She perked up, tossing it toward my face. She pulled out a $20 as if it was easy, and even told the vendor to keep the change. I stared at her still holding the shirt, and she just laughed at my expression.

“Come on dude just put it on.”

“Can I least get your name first before you go buying me stuff?” She probably thought I was joking, considering the first thing she did was laugh at me. But I continued to stare at her like she was crazy.

“Oh, you were serious! I’m Bridget. My father owns part of this carnival with these other men so I’m usually out here walking around and making sure everything is good. Then I saw you and thought I should help out!”

“Uh yeah thanks, I’m Y/N.” I just continued to give her a look of uncomfortability, and slowly slipped on the new t-shirt.

“See! Better already!” It felt like my ears would fall off any second at how loud and high-pitched her voice was.“Oh so crabby aren’t we? What got up your ass.” I was getting more and more ticked off as she talked, as if she knew me. I clentched my jaw and rolled my eyes at her.

“Well if you would so like to know, I’m staying with my father this summer who I hate, I got knocked into during the vollyball which resulted in my shirt getting all messed up, and now I have you talking to me and blabbing to me as if you know me!”

“Well you know what cures all that? A good old fashioned carnival game for some good competition. It’ll help get your anger out, I’ll even introduce you to my boyfriend Ethan, he’s a mean ski-ball player.” She lightly linked her arm with mine and dragged me to where two guys were standing next to the ski-ball game. The one guy who was facing us smiled as Bridget leaped into his arms and he spun her around. They probably had been apart for 10 minutes at the most, but they acted as if they hadn’t seen each other in years. I stoof awkwardly off to the side, the other guy still with his back turned to all of us.

“Y/N, this is Ethan, and this is his brother, Grayson.” As if it was a movie, Grayson turned around slowly, his hair slightly bobbing and his expression the least bit interested.

“So your name is Y/N? Might have been good info to know before you walked off today.”

Bridget and Ethan looked between us confused.

“Wait…you two met already?” Ethan asked surprised.

“Let’s just say we had a bit of a ‘run-in’ with each other.” I used air quotes when talking about our ‘run-in’, and fake smiled at all 3 of them, Grayson the only one that laughed genuinely since he knew exactly what I was talking about.

“Well why don’t we get this game of ski-ball going.” Bridget said to ease the awkward tension, and she paired up with Ethan at one station. I looked at her and Grayson confused.

“Wait, we’re doing teams?”

“Yeah it’ll be more fun that way! Also gives you motive to let more of your anger out since now you have two people to beat!” She put coins into both machines before lining up in front of Ethan, his hand guiding hers to throw a perfect score. I scuffed as I got in front of Grayson leaving as much room as possible between us. He couldn’t take my hint and moved forward sliding his hand down my arm and lightly gripping my hand which had the ball in it. My breath was caught my throat, and I immediately stiffened at his touch. It wasn’t demanding or hard like other guys, it was softer and more comforting than anything, as if he was telling me that he was there just for reassurance.

“Look I’m not going to hurt you this time. I got you. Let’s just try to win this game.” It was almost seemed like he was pleading with him. I’m guessing he didn’t want to be here either because it was almost like a thirdwheel type deal. I felt bad for him, watching his brother so in love meanwhile he couldn’t even get a nice response out of me. So for his sake, I nodded and complied with his touch.

We ended up winning that game of ski-ball, and Grayson surprisingly game me the stuffed panda he won, and I happily carried it around the rest of the night.

[abundantchewtoys]

Re: Hiveswap ‘17-09-16: JoeysRoomStuck the Sequel

Third playthrough!

Today we're mainly going to combine all items currently in our inventory with everything in Joey's room, hahahah. I wonder what more little tidbits of information are going to come forward out of this?

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Okay wait, there was still a bit left to explore: the closet!

After appreciating the HIGH ART on the door, we open it and...

All these games! I recognize a Rubik's Cube, that crocodile-tooth game and... Simon Says!

The lights are blinking, making me think it's important! Maybe we get some well need BATTERIES here, since I remember seeing some before in concept art. I think the walkie might be empty.

"You really get a CHARGE out of this game" HACK*cough**cough*

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Hahahah, so she really took the batteries from the walkie to power it. Guess it really IS one of her favorite games. I like the fourth wall reference in that every important NOUN or VERB is CAPITALIZED.

Heh, I feared the mini-game might have taken longer. It can be quite a challenge, after all. Enough nostalgia indeed!

Heheh, combining the BATTERIES with the CHERUB KEY prompts her to talk about the 'spiraling' energy emanating from the latter. "Like a seashell warmed by the sun" A green sun, perhaps?

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Seriously? :P

SHOES + BATTERIES? "That would be cheating!"?

"You don't run on BATTERIES, you run on RAZZLE-DAZZLE!" PFfffffffff.

SHOES + JOEY is also a little gold nugget regarding them enabling her to tap dance, and how perhaps her TAP DANCE LESSONS deserve a little credit for it.

I've started a file for combinations we remember we missed doing, like the Keys and Simon Says.

Meanwhile, the ballerina poster is a real treat to combine stuff with, it gets Joey all philosophical. She even mentions that she got her diary SPECIFICALLY to write all the ideas in that she got from looking at the poster! ... But it failed.

Ooh, to remember: use the ballet shoes on the ballerina poster, it should prompt her to dance!

Cherub Key + Hot Steppin: Ms. Claire danced with a lot of girls and wouldn't mind this poster. Well, the first thing is obvious enough, since ballet is primarily practiced by women.

Diary Key + Hot Steppin:

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Cue the theories about Joey's romantic inclinations!

Shoes + Hot Steppin: "like doing taxes at church" compared to the dancing in this movie, hahahah

Batteries + Neverending Story: someone's not a fan of the movie ending halfway through the book. I can just imagine the pain she would feel re: the final movies being split in Harry Potter, the Hunger Games, Twilight... To say nothing of The Hobbit.

Cherub Key + Neverending Story: Heheeheheh, yeah, I remember the key being likened to the Avaryl, or whatever the amulet was called there. So the key seems to predate it be a few years, according to Joey. Which according to Wikipedia would mean she got the key BEFORE she was five, wow. Guess she still remembers some stuff from her earlier years, unlike what she first said. :P

Shoes + NS : Pfffff, 'the not-stopping routine'. Seriously, all these synonyms beating around the bush! :D The big, copyrighted bush.

Cherub Key + Goosebumps: OOOOOOh, we found a combination that doesn't work!!! Heheheh. Maybe that's SUPPOSED to happen. Spooky, isn't it? :P

Shoes + Goosebumps: JOEY CLAIRE, EXTRAORDINAIRE! :D

Batteries + Acorn's Shadow: Huh. The world of Acorn's Shadow is pretty low on tech but pretty high on magic. That... Kind of debunks my idea that Bro wrote it. It almost seems like more up the Sitter's alley!

Cherub Key + Acorn's Shadow: Hah, "she usually finds out within 22 minutes". Meta! Also, what is even up with that common episode length, right? I know it's probably because the commercials pad it out to a half our, but still.

Diary Key + Acorn's Shadow: "How can you keep a secret from your own shadow?" Man, Acorn's Shadow is a really wild show. It sincerely seems rather disturbing for a kid's show. Then again, in my day it was Beast Wars, X-Men and Spider-Man, and they got pretty dark at moments too.

Shoes + Acorn's Shadow: Acorn's Shadow is to busy burning the land with... "galloping green flames"(, Batman)! Again, wow, dark much?

We forgot to click on Connect Four before. Guess Joey is really good a whiping the floor with Jude in games. Then again, she has the age advantage.

Diary Key + C4 : Okay, secrets "tumblin'" all over the floor? Now I'm thinking of people using Tumblr as a personal diary. That's putting yourself in a vulnerable position, too.

Shoes + C4: Huh, I don't remember there being a handle to make the checkers fall. Welp, I see it being used a lot by people ragequiting.

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Oh yeah, sure Joey. I believe you.

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Ahah, hah, heh.... Well, if she could imagine the world we live in today. Electronic picture frames are a literal THING now.

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Eeeesh, yeah, them snakes are anything BUT friendly and wise.

Shoes + Shika : Shika has deer hooves. Or maybe only her Princess Shika form does. Well then. Even though she might not be good at tap dance, as Joey thinks... I think she could get a good rhythm going.

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A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...

Shoes + Bounty Hunter: Ah, yes, the good old "turn into a ball in mid-air" dance routine... Confirmed for Metroid!

Cherub Key + Ginger Rogers: Ms Claire and Ms Rogers knew each other! Where Grandpa was the only of the B1 guardians to have such a public life, he went looking for a partner someone that understood that struggle, I think.

Diary Key + Ginger Rogers: Turns out her book came out in 1991, so it's actually, like, relevant for the times! It could've been Ms Claire had the dang thing in her library for ages, but no.

Cherub Key + Block Hustler: Hehehe, yeah, well, I think an F would be an even-better shape to compare a key with, personally.

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What is this "TETRIS" you are talking about? :P Someone slipped up, deliberately or not, in cleaning up that reference. And slowly but surely, we are getting more info about Jude's superstitions, paranoia and conspiracy theories. Also... https://www.google.be/search?q=tetris+tap+dance

Cherub Key + Bubsy poster: Hah, okay, so Bubsy really is at the bottom end of her interest list, I wondered, since the poster still hung there.

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Pfffffffffffffffffffffff, never mind.

Cherub Key + Second Mom: I wonder if the yo-yo ACTUALLY was Ness' heirloom, heheheh.

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Now I'm reminded of the time Jane was apparently teleported across town by GCat, and Dad had to come pick her up and got lost following the GPS.

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This is too meta.

Combining the Diary Key with the Console unlocks another animation for Joey! Hah, I like this little easter eggs! As does the combination of the Cherub Key with the TV! N'awww. Wouldn't there be a combination where she speaks about dreaming about one day ending up inside a TV fictional universe?

Tap Dance + TV: Alas, Joey does not possess a personal version of Dance Dance revolution...

Cherub Key + Beanbag: Huh, so the beanbags are 20-years-old, and it was the sitter that distributed them, not Grandpa! She got them from the attic, and Blaperile has a good point - it means she was near the portal! Bet she was not interested to look under the sheet, though... Or too drunk to notice it.

Batteries + Manthro Chap: ... They vibrate. THE MANTHRO CHAPS VIBRATE. DEAR GOD THAT IS HORRIFYING.

... Huh! We just tried to combine the items with the ceiling. The batteries give a normal enough response, but the Cherub Key prompts something about the Walkie Talkie, instead!

Diary Key + Mural: Yeah, if she took the cherub key from the jewel box when she was just about four years old, she must've been little older than a baby when her mom died. Still, she remembers her so fondly. :,(

Heirloom + Animal posters: Animal moms giving animal babies animal presents, like rays of sunlight? N'awwww.

Cherub Key + Clothes closet : Actually, that would make a nice accessory for We Love Fine!

I just had a thought regarding the Junior Veterinarian's Medkit: Maybe it was Mom that left the Junior Ectobiologist for John to find in the meteor lab? :D

Shoes + Medkit: N'awww, Joey's opposing career paths at the moment: world-class dancer, or animal vet? It would be nice if she could find a common ground between the two career paths, unlikely though that is. Maybe... Choreographing a dance act with animals? :D

Clarissa + Shoes: Hah, okay, I was wrong: it's an American sitcom. I like how much What Pumpkin did the research regarding air dates, as is shown in the prompt for this combination.

Batteries + Bed: "DON'T WAKE DADDY" I ... I think I remember the commercials for this game. Dear god. Parker Brothers they say, huh. My first thought was it was from Hasbro. ... Wait, we just looked it up, and Parker Brothers has a spiral symbol... and was actually renamed to Hasbro! Hah, okay.

Diary Key + Bed: "punctuated incorrectly", because that's her style.

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Hehehehe.

Ah, we just tried to see what happens when you write in the diary, to see whether the key ends up back in Puppy Surprise. It does, but... You can't take it out again. Guess we'll hang on to it a little longer.

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I suppose Pa got her the Snork because it's a (fictional) rare animal. Kind of thoughtful to her interests, at least? Unlike the shotgun for Jude. Which I don't think we'll see again.

Heirloom + Plushes: :( Joey really didn't know her Mom at all, right? It seems most of it is just wishful thinking.

Shoes + Books: She's got a few books on tap dancing! And... Apparently the subject used to be kind of snuffed by the snobby elite. Welp.

Diary Key + Ballerina Figure: pffff, that gives the combo for Diary Key + Cherub Key. As does Cherub Key + Figure, huh. Kind of like the Escher-reference in the combo goes for the figure, too.

Wizard + Shoes: So many possible dance routines. So little time. The Pyromancer's Hotstep would be a good name for a fraymotif or some such.

Shoes + Oven: Lukewarm-stepping. I just.

Diary Key + Calendar: JOEY CLAIRE, EXTRAORDINAIRE! The writer really had a field day writing all these prompts, like we already knew from her interview.

Batteries + Calendar: Yup, like I thought, Skaianet was a megacorp, not only into science but also video games. Of course we knew already that Skaianet was behind SBURB, but at least in Hiveswap we learn it wasn't a one-off endeavour. It's in this way that they grew a fanbase that bought SBURB. I wonder if Joey knows her Pa runs Skaianet?

Calendar + Shoes: Ooooh, tap dancing class is Saturday morning??? Does that mean we'll get to see Sitter coming to pick her up (as she apparently does?? meaning she's old enough for a driver's license??) ... Maybe not, as Joey indicates sometimes the Sitter's too sick. Hung over from Friday night... I can see it happen she leaves a message on the answering machine "too sick, won't come in today, sry :( :( :("

Posters + Keys: Okay, so her diary and the posters were created by "L.F.", apparently. Which I guess is real, maybe? Possibly.

We got almost nothing left in the room to check now.

The computer seems like it might be the least plot-inducing?

... Yup, we just boot it. Hah, the operating system is... Panes 1994? No, Fenest-somesuch. An obvious play on Windows, of course. And it occurs to me that she wouldn't really know "internet" as we know it now! That's why she keeps talking about Jude's "webring". Hahahah. She's not getting any kicks from the internet, for sure. Even her posters are bought from a company, not printed herself.

Diary Key + PC: LiveJournal reference!

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TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP. I see what you did there, What Pumpkin.

Next, I want to try the door. See what excuse she comes up with to not go out. Well, excuse, I suspect she'll just mention the monster, duh. ... Oh, she wants to alert Jude to the monster's presence. Because, you know, it's not like there's a garden full of them by now. ... It just occurred to me Joey hasn't noticed the winged monsters at all yet, so there would be no way for her to know.

Now, onwards, to the window!!

... WOWOWWWWWWWWW, look at that beaut! Those swirling clouds look AMAZING.

... N'awww, Tesseract is still hiding in the dog house. Guess she dug herself into the ground or something, since in the opening scene, it turned out she couldn't really fit inside. Tess' dog house is Japanese themed, the fountain has that Mother Grub theme, and the garden bushes are cut into the shape of monsters. ... Grandpa is anything but fashionable.

A lot of interactive parts here too!

Skull Fountain: "MONSTER CHIC". Hahahahah, yeah, it would be, right? They probably feel right at home inside the mansion, too, between all those props and mummies.

Tesseract: N'awww. Gotta work on your threats, there, Joey. Blaperile wonders whether we'll even get Tess out in Hiveswap. Maybe not, maybe that's a task for Dammek!

Monsters: Ah yes, the real monster here is GENTRIFICATION. Although... Does that mean that in the town of Hauntswitch' community, Jude and Joey aren't the real snobs, even though they live in a literal mansion?

Tree House: OOOooooh, so Joey's never been up there. It might not be sized to her, too, if Jude's a lot shorter than her. I like that we start to get even more insights into the relationship between them now.

Batteries + Window: oh got yes, the Problem Sleuth / Homestuck reference I wasn't expecting but am still super glad to get! :D

Well, that really only leaves the Walkie Talkie!

Better get this show on the road and trucking!

D'aaaahh, really? I thought the Walkie wouldn't end up in our inventory, but immediately became part of the interface. This means... This means we have another bazillion more combinations to comb out, hahaahhahhah.

Shoes + Walkie: What, this ISN'T a tap dance powered machinery? Preposterous!

Walkie + Calendar: "Throw 'em off your trail" Dear God Jude, the paranoia!

+ "Shelf Buds": "Tree Brother", real respectful of you Joey!

Bed + Walkie : Oooh, seems like this prompt can be different if you don't have the batteries yet! Also, Joey is an aspiring puzzle-solver AND an aspiring webmaster! So many career paths to choose from!

Walkie + PC: what would an interface like that even DO??? Also, heh, sneaky Alternia teaser.

+ Controllers: Welp, so meta. Joey loves SAVES. As do we, for this game especially. :D

+ Console: Whoops, another unremoved reference, this time to Mother 2.

+ Tetris: Something BLOCKING the signal, Joey? ... Yeah, I'm tickled by that pun in the prompt.

+ Shika: ... I ... Japanese shows are the WORST. :P (No they're not.)

+ Dresser: Oh, this solits a response too! Heh, combining the Cherub Key and the Dresser: "everything's still kind of ... monsters."

Since this is about everything we could do before talking to Jude, I decided to press the Hint button for the lulz and...

Yeah, it gives a different message everytime, making the hinter sound excessively smug each time. Making it almost seem like Doc Scratch.

I... I sure hope Doc Scratch isn't meant to be 'helping' Joey navigate Alternia.

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That is as far as we came tonight!

At least, tomorrow, we'll finally be leaving Joey's room. Or we'll leave Joey IN her room, and start being Jude instead. That could work, too.

Wow, all these world building and character building though.