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kisekinodrabbles · 4 years ago

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Can we get detective Aomine, who gets assigned a female partner but from the start they're always at each other's throats. During an undercover case, reader has to be super flirty and Aomine gets all jealous and mutual confessions ensues. Maybe some sexy times at the end? :') Sorry if this is too specific, feel free to come up with your own interpretation! I'm such a huge fan of your work Sam and I'm so excited that you're opening your askbox even just for a little while!

ngl idk what im doing here but this is the last request in my inbox so i wanted to finish it haha pls enjoy (not proofread so excuse mistakes) - also my first time writing smut in like years so forgive me!!

Sometimes, Aomine thinks that if he isn’t a law and order professional, he thinks he might actually commit murder and hide your body away in some undisclosed, obscure location. Most of the time, you feel the same way about him.

The two work in different divisions—Aomine in homicide and you in robbery. The two divisions have always been highly competitive especially given how much overlap you both encounter. Things can get territorial, but their teams are used to your snide remarks and Aomine’s verbal assault. It’s just the way the world works.

After all, the two of you were in the same graduating class. You, a valedictorian by books. Aomine, top of the class by combat. It’s natural that the two of you are so competitive with your conflicting personalities.

The two of you may have also fucked at some point.

–

“I’m not fucking working with her, are you kidding me?” Aomine spits out at his boss. Any other person would’ve been kicked out of the room or probably fired, but Aomine is the best detective in his division so Akashi would never do such a thing. For now. Aomine’s been wearing his patience thin.

The red-haired man sighs, folding his hands together atop his desk. “Aomine, I understand you both have had your immaturity in the past. This, however, isn’t the time for such trivial matters. There’s a double homicide downtown during a robbery. She’s the lead for the case on the robbery end because they’ve been tracking a series of these.” Aomine opens his mouth to argue again. “No more buts. She’s already down there getting witness statements. Unless you want to be behind again, I suggest you get in your car and start driving.”

He grits his teeth. Breathe. Don’t strangle your boss, he’ll probably kill you first. “I’ll take Wakamatsu.”

By the time he arrives on the scene, a crowd has gathered behind the police line, snapping pictures in the hopes of getting something Twitter worthy. He growls past all of them and ducks underneath the tape. “Where’s the officer that called it in?”

“Inside talking to the detective.”

“I’m the detective,” he snaps right back, knowing full well you’re already three steps ahead of him. And you definitely won’t let him forget that.

He marches past the thick front doors, Wakamatsu in tow. From a distance, he spots you talking to another officer. When he finally approaches you, he realizes that you’re in a skin tight dress covered by an oversized police jacket.

Your name slips past his lips. “Did we interrupt a hot date?” He smirks.

You whirl around, knowing full well the irritating voice that grates on your nerves. Aomine Daiki. “Unlike you, I have actual friends and actual plans on a Friday night. Did you decide to give your wrist a break for the night?”

Aomine bites back, “Well, it’s not getting much rest either when I had my fingers knuckle deep in something tight and wet tonight.” Complete lie but he’s not about to lose this battle. “Not sure you know how that feels though.”

“If you’re talking about the pudding in your fridge, you might want to ease up on that. Doesn’t look like it’s doing you any favors,” you smile right back at him, knowing full well you’ve won this argument.

Aomine growls low under his breath, jabbing Wakamatsu hard with his elbow when he hears the snort escape him. “Brief me on the situation,” he tells the police officer.

“Well, uh, I already told this detective here—”

“I’m the other detective in charge for homicide. Now, you better fucking brief me before I tell your captain.”

The guy glances at you warily and you just laugh. “Told you he hasn’t gotten any in a long time. Come on, sugar, I’ll brief you on the way down to the vault.” You curl your finger in a gesture to get him to follow you and he sucks up his pride for the first time and do as he’s told. If he solves this case, he still gets the credit and you can go back to that sewer where you came from.

There are two bodies at the vault and forensics are already working to collect evidence when they arrive. “Your area of expertise, double homicide. Both are surprisingly the robbers. Four of them broke in, only two were seen exiting with money bags. No other casualties.”

“Fucking weird,” Aomine mutters. It’s not new for robberies to go wrong, but for two of them to die with no civilian casualty? That’s fucking weird.

“Interesting, isn’t it?” You grin, seeming way too pleased considering there are two dead people in front them. “The ammo is the same as the previous bank robberies in the area. We’re going to assume they’re linked to the Red Dragon clan.”

“Fuck,” he groans, “I fucking hate those guys. Bitches to deal with. Hard to infiltrate.”

You flick your hair over your shoulder, grinning at him. He can’t help but draw his gaze to your neck, a very attractive neck. Now that he notices how tight that dress is, he can’t help but admit that it has been a while since he’s gotten any action. The curves of your breast defined so clearly by the fabric that stretches across the mounds, the flow of your hips, every dip and rise. Your exposed legs further emphasized by your heels. God fucking damn. He feels his pants tighten as he licks his teeth. Get it together, Aomine.

Of course, the clothes do nothing to remove the memory of your nude body from his mind. He’s seen all parts of you some time ago. A drunken mistake that ended in a brief, but extremely satisfying night of passion. Your tight pussy wrapped around his cock, your nails digging into his biceps. He can still picture the sheen layer of sweat on your skin as he rams into you, your broken moans falling from your lips.

“Well, lucky for you,” you start again, pulling him out of the hazy cloud of lust. “I already have someone on the inside. They’ve set up a meeting for me tomorrow night meet with the head’s son. I’ll try to get some information done.”

“Lucky for you, I’m free tomorrow to be your backup. You’re welcome,” Aomine smiles, “Don’t fuck this up. I don’t feel like cleaning up after your ass.”

“I should say that about you, asshole.”

–

Aomine is sat in a dingy van just across the street from the bar you’re having your meeting. You’ve hidden your mic in the perfect spot, a location which you do not disclose to Aomine. However, he has a feeling it’s somewhere promiscuous that he wants to be aware of. They can see the restaurant clearly, their brat hacker Sakurai having plugged into the restaurant’s security cameras.

“Shut the fuck up, Aomine. I can hear you munching on your stupid sour cream and onion chips.” You mutter into your mic before the guy arrives. You sip your wine and take a deep breath. This isn’t the first time you’ve gone undercover but it is the first time to have Aomine behind you while you do so.

The detective looks down at the can in his hands. Sour cream and onion. How did you know? He sets it aside, bringing the mic up to his lips. “Maybe you should do your job better and focus on your meeting instead of listening to me. Why are you so obsessed with me, hm?”

However, a man’s voice on the other side of the headphones has him straightening. “Good evening, I didn’t expect to be meeting a lovely lady like you tonight,” the sleaze says and Aomine can just imagine him kissing your hand. “When Tanaka said I’d be meeting with the right hand of White Claw, I didn’t expect it to be a woman.”

“Well, we are moving up in life, Mr. Ito.”

“Your good looks are certainly quite persuasive. I’m sure there are ways you can convince me to strike a deal.”

Fucking. Sleaze.

“Oh,” you laugh lightly, “what a flatterer. You’re not so bad yourself. I can imagine people fall at their feet for you.”

“Well, I am quite knowledgeable in more ways than one. Perhaps I can show you tonight after dinner.”

The two banter back and forth, trading flirty comments that puts Aomine on edge. You’re supposed to be doing your job and he knows that. He knows this is all an act but you’re a damn good actress.

“Aomine, where are you going?” Wakamatsu’s concerned voice carries through the speaker.

You freeze. This fucker better not screw this whole operation up. “Well,” you say, “this has been a lovely dinner. I’m sure we both can come to an agreement without doing anything reckless.”

The double meaning, a sentence meant for the man across from you and the man listening to you rings clear. Aomine growls, sitting back down petulantly in his seat. He was about to rage in there and start a war, but holds himself back. Be professional, Aomine. Job first, dick needs later.

“The same to you. It’s been a pleasure meeting you,” the man smiles. “Are you sure you won’t join me for the night?”

Aomine snarls low into his mic. Wakamatsu shoots him a weird look. You let out a little giggle and he knows it’s meant for him. “No, thank you, Mr. Ito. I’m afraid I have other commitments to tend to.”

When he knows it’s safe, he storms into the restaurant where you still sit, sipping your drink. Sliding into the seat across from you, he rolls his eyes. “Enjoy yourself?”

He didn’t see when you were set up with the mic earlier so he also hadn’t seen what you were wearing. He’s almost grateful because he knows he might’ve lost it if he did. Tight ass dress, deep neckline that shows ample cleavage (he’s always a sucker for this), sultry eyes, red lips. God, all his favorite things packaged into one.

Your lips quirk up. “The breadsticks here are quite nice.”

“Fucking hilarious. Let’s go.”

“Why the hurry?”

“Unless you want Wakamatsu to hear me fuck you, you better dump that mic and get your ass up.”

You lean back, narrowing your eyes at him. “I’m not sure I like your tone.”

“Trust me, you don’t have to like my tone to enjoy what I’m going to do to you.”

Licking your lips, you consider your options as you bring the wine back to your lips. “Fine,” you mutter, unclipping the mic from the strap of your dress. Aomine moves faster though, snatching it from your hands and dumping it into the wine. Before you can protest, he already has a hand wrapped around yours, tugging you up from your seat and into the back room.

You’re stumbling in his manic rush, heels barely keeping up with your movements. “Aomine!” You chide as he pushes all the way to the employee break room. The space is fortunately empty and Aomine locks it to make sure it stays that way. “Can you please stop?! You’re such a caveman, I—”

He’s quick to shut you up, swallowing your words with his lips as they slot over yours. He doesn’t waste time, shrugging off his leather jacket as he licks your bottom lip for permission. You gasp a complaint, but he takes advantage of the situation to stick his tongue in, pressing it up against yours.

All your worries fall away into a moan as he separates from you only to gasp for breath and pull his t-shirt over his head. With nimble fingers, he’s unzipping the back of your dress and yanking it down, leaving your top half exposed. Shivering, you’re about to voice your disapproval but your brain seems to stop functioning the second your gaze lands on his tanned body.

Aomine’s always been attractive. No one can deny. There’s a reason why he’s simultaneously the precinct’s most eligible bachelorette and most insufferable jackass. His confidence matches his skills. His looks live up to his brags. Hard lines and shadows are painted on him like a masterpiece in a museum. His broad shoulders make him look even bigger with his height. His jeans that hang just low enough to be tantalizing with the hint of a v that leads to the space between his legs.

Your mouth dries up at the sight and Aomine smirks knowingly. You’ve fallen into his bed before, he can make it happen again. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“Fifth grade humor doesn’t become you, Aomine.” You scowl as he backs you up against the table in the middle of the room. He effortlessly grabs you by the ass to lift you up and onto the surface, the metal cool against your exposed thighs.

“Did you dress up for me, doll? Knowing full well that this was going to happen,” he grins devilishly, bringing his hands up to shamelessly cup your breasts.

It’s not as if you’re embarrassed for being so bare before him. You’re proud of your body and he damn well knows that. You let him fondle you through your bra for a little bit. “No, you animal. I dress for the job.”

“You tell me you wear this flimsy thing—” he teases the light coverage of your lingerie. The lace is sheer and barely covers your nipples, the material holding onto your breasts for dear life. “—for the job?”

“I do my job right, asshole,” you spat right back. “So are you just going to stand there or are you going to fuck me?”

A wide grin stretches across his face. The heat in his eyes carry to his hands as he works to unclasp your bra and let it fall to the ground. Aomine doesn’t waste time as you lean back on your palms, granting him full access to fondle and suckle on your tits. His tongue swirls around the sensitive nubs that have grown stiff in the contrast between the cold air and his warm breath. His teeth graze the sensitive skin hard enough to have you groaning in pleasure. His lips close in around them and suck. He uses his hand to tease and tug your other breast, pinching it to elicit that delicious whimper out of you. Aomine alternates between the two, making sure you stay warm.

Meanwhile, you let your hand fall to the bulge between his legs. He lets out a small grunt at the initial touch but seems to respond favorably to the way you stroke the tent, nudging his hips forward for more friction. “Is that a gun in your pants or are you just excited to see me?”

“You’re so fucking ridiculous,” Aomine mutters, both humored and unamused by your comment.

“Fuck,” you let slip as your fingers struggle to unbutton his jeans. “Your fucking pants. Don’t you live in sweats? You choose today of all days to wear your stupid tight jeans?”

Aomine chuckles, “Patience, baby. You know you like my ass in these.”

You do, but you’re not about to admit that. He quickly works off his pants, letting them drop to his ankles as he moves towards you again. While he continues to stimulate your tits, your hand begins groping his cock which is rock hard and peeking from the top of his boxers.

“God, I miss having this inside me,” you whine, pulling the flimsy fabric off and letting it pool on top of his jeans. “Condom?”

“You don’t want me raw? You know you want to feel all of my cock,” he grins. You throw him a glare and he just chuckles as he reaches for his wallet on the floor, pulling out a packet and tossing it onto the table. “But first,” he pauses, letting his hands slide down to cup your pussy, which is admittedly already drenched at that point.

He hisses when he feels your juices drip and coat his fingers. “You’re so fucking wet, goddamn. How long have you been waiting for this?”

“When that robbery happened, I was about to get laid for the first time in months. So fucking sue me,” you snarl at him.

“Well, I am here to please,” he wets his lips. He slips one finger in, sliding in all too easily. So he adds another finger and feels your walls pulse around him. He begins pulling it out before shoving it back in, repeating the measure to stroke your walls. He curls his fingers inside as he watches your face closely.

Your expression morphs from irritation to blinding pleasure in an instant. Your eyes slide shut, your lips part to exhale shaky breaths. Aomine seems to know exactly how to angle and twist his fingers to induce a heart attack. The sounds falling from your mouth are ephemeral, Aomine wishes he can film this moment so he can replay it over and over again.

He pumps his fingers into you and ducks his head to take your nipple into his mouth again, tongue circling the tip. “God, you taste so fucking good. I forgot how wet you can get. Don’t even need lube to slide into you, huh? You’re already dripping for me.”

“Asshole,” you murmur weakly, clearly in no place to retort.

“Remember the first time I fucked you? God, you were so easy,” he grins, “you were so wet, so turned on already. Remember when I stuck my tongue in your pussy? Licking up your juices. You tasted so sweet.”

Your breath stutters in your chest, hitching in your throat. “Fuck you, let’s not forget how quickly you came when I sucked you off.”

“I mean, the sight of you on your knees is enough to get anyone off, sweetheart.”

“Fuck me,” you groan. Any rational thought has fizzled from your brain. The feeling of his fingers inside you is enough to consume you whole, overwhelming you in waves of rapture.

“What was that?”

“Dickwad.”

He chuckles darkly, licking his lips again. “Beg me.”

“I’m not going to—”

Aomine yanks his fingers out, looking down at you, taunting you. He waits as you internally struggle with your moral convictions. Are you willing to give up your pride for one night just to get fucked out of your mind?

Easy.

Yes.

“Please,” you huff, “please fuck me.”

“Please fuck me who?”

Your eyes find the ceiling, wondering what in the hell you did in your lifetime to have met the devil that is Aomine. Biting your lip, you lean closer to whisper, “Please fuck me, Da-i-ki.”

The man is a sucker for you calling him by his first name. And to get what you want, you’re willing to play into his hands. Aomine lets out a low growl before ripping open the condom packet and rolling the thin rubber along his length. Your pussy squeezes at the sight. Just imagining what it’s like to have that thickness inside of you, fucking you full, has you on edge.

He doesn’t waste a single second, pulling you forward and slowly positioning himself in front of you. He holds onto his cock, letting the tip trace your pussy lips, circling it and letting your juices drip onto his cock. Stroking the wetness along his dick, he uses it as a lubricant before he slides himself inside you.

When he’s buried to the hilt, Aomine leans forward and lets his forehead rest on your shoulder. Your pussy is so fucking tight. It’s squeezing and throbbing around him with the engulfing heat. He feels as if he’s going to explode right then.

“Fuck, you really haven’t been screwed in a while,” Aomine rasps.

“Told you.”

Aomine starts off slow, pulling out and pushing back in. With how thin the condom is, he can feel every ridge, every bump in your heat rub up against his cock. The sensations is enough to have his thighs quivering, but he’s not one to back down. He begins to pick up the pace, thrusting deep inside of you repeatedly. HIs mouth latches onto your neck, tongue lapping and teeth nipping to paint purple blooms upon your skin.

His movements are building a bubbling pressure in the pit of your stomach. You feel your heart tightening with every move, your insides squeezing. The absolute pleasure that crashes over you has you breathless, your hands finding purchase on his arms.

He mutters filthy words in your ear, one of his hands reaching up to tangle in your hair. He yanks back lightly, just enough to have you moaning. You like it rough, he’s well aware of that. He pounds into you relentlessly, hands keeping you in place as whimpers tumble from your mouth.

“Fuck, right there, oh god,” you gasp, “fuck me harder. God, your dick feels so good. Filling me up so full with your thick cock.”

“Keep talking like that and I’ll be tempted to come in you, baby,” Aomine grazes his teeth along your ear, hot breath kissing your skin. “God, I want to just fucking cream inside you.”

“Better watch yourself, Daiki.”

Aomine grins lasciviously, sweat beginning to bead his forehead as he attempts to keep himself in check. He feels you tighten your pussy, walls closing in around him. “Bitch,” he growls. You know what you’re doing but he’s not about to let you gain dominance of the situation.

So his hands dig deeper into your hips as he fucks you harder and deeper, his cock pulsating inside of you on the brink of his self-control. “I’m about to come,” he says with eyes squeezed shut. If he sees your tits bouncing as he fucks you again, he might actually combust in that second.

“Me too,” you panted, fingers scraping down his arms.

With a few more pumps, Aomine spills into the rubber with a grunt. He feels you convulse around him, your entire body trembling in the aftermath of your orgasm. He can feel his come continue to leak from his cock. God, he hasn’t come this hard in a fucking long time.

His heart is thundering in his chest from the impact of his climax. He slumped forward, leaning against you for support—also partially to feel your tits press up against his chest. “Fuck,” he huffs.

“That was good,” you admit to yourself, still breathing heavily as you begin fixing your hair. “We should do that again sometime.”

Aomine just laughs, huffing against your skin. “You’re the fucking she-devil.”

“Says the guy who’s fucking me in the back room in the middle of an undercover operation.”

“Dick first, job second.”

–

Wakamatsu looks at him when he walks into the precinct that morning. “You do realize the captain is going to kill you for fucking up that expensive mic, right?”

Fuck.

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lovemesomesurveys · 3 years ago

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How are you doing today? It’s only 1:56AM, but so far I’ve just ate a bowl of ramen and watched a couple YouTube videos. What was the best thing that happened to you today? My ramen was quite delicious, ha. Which cell phone network are you on? Verizon. Do you like the smell of cinnamon? Yesss. What was the last book you've read? I just finished, “The Secret She Kept” by Elle Gray and I’ve started, “Autumn’s Strike” by Mary Stone.

Are you hungry right now? No, I just finished eating. What was the last thing you've had to drink? Water. How often do you visit this website? I’m on Tumblr all the time. Do you like frogs? No. Are you afraid of dying? Yes. Do you like bananas? I love bananas. Do you like the show American Dad? Meh. It has its moments, but overall I’ll pass. I don’t ever watch it by my own choosing, I just catch it here and there because my family watches it. What TV show do you miss the most that's no longer on TV? Gilmore Girls, Degrassi, and True Blood come to mind first. Are you currently fighting with someone right now? No. Is your life full of drama? No. I have other stressful things I’m dealing with, but not of the drama variety. How long can you hold your breath underwater *shrug* Where's the last place you've been to out of state? When I went to Arizona to visit my grandparents about 6 years ago. Have you ever been kissed in the rain? No. What letter does your last name start with. -- What are you listening to right now? I’m watching Gilmore Girls. Have you ever had a pet that died? Yes. Would you rather use a trackpad or a mouse? Trackpad. Do you consider yourself politically intelligent? No, not at all. Have you ever done any volunteer work? Yeah, I’ve done a lot with Girl Scouts, school clubs, and class assignments. Do you like the Beatles? I like some songs. Is it night time where you're at right now? Yeah, it’s 2:08AM. Do you like steak? Nope. Do you eat healthy? No, I definitely don’t. How often do you work out? I don’t. What was the best gift you've ever received? I couldn’t possibly choose. Have you ever participated in a spelling bee? Nope. If you could have one wish right now, what would it be? Good health. Do you owe anyone an apology right now? I kind of do. Are you the jealous type of person? I can be, but it’s not something I feel much. Or at least haven’t felt in a long time. I feel envy more. Have you ever tried doing yoga? Nah. Do you like getting massages? I’ve never gotten one. Would you rather be too hot or too cold? Cold. Are you good at telling jokes? No, I’m pretty much the worst. I don’t tell many jokes. When was the last time you've attended a sleepover? Several years ago. Tell me one of your pet peeves. Eating sounds. Do you wear glasses? I do. Do you like to keep your nails painted? I haven’t painted my nails for the past few years. Have you ever had a pedicure? Nope. What is your favorite smell? I have several favorites. Do you like the TV show Full House? I do. Would you rather listen to country music or rap music? I like both. Are you a Duck Dynasty fan? Nope. Have you graduated high school yet? Uh, yeah, back in 2008. What kind of person were you in middle school? Quiet, shy, awkward. Nothing has changed. Do you have any major regrets in your life? I have a few. :/ Do you like pixie sticks? Eh. I did as a kid, but I don’t have much interest in them the older I get. Do you like French toast? Mmm, yes. Are you a fast typer? I am. Are you good at doing math in your head? Nope. Or at all. Have you ever played with Silly Putty? Yeah. Do you take in a lot of caffeine daily? I do. I love my caffeine. Do you like watching Football? Nope. Or an sport. What language do you wish you could speak? Spanish. Do you know a lot about history? No, I wouldn’t say that. If we could travel back in time, where would you travel to? Can I travel back to childhood? Would you ever consider joining the military? No. I couldn’t anyway, I’m physically disabled. Are you a cigarette smoker? No. Have you ever done something you didn't want to just to look cool? That’s kind of how it was when I used to drink and smoke. I wasn’t a big drinker or smoker, only did so socially, but still. I also did so on my own accord, I’m not blaming anyone, and I’m not going to say I hated all of it because I did have good times, but there was a big part of me that did so because I felt I had to. My friends liked to do it and I wanted to partake with them and not sit out on the sidelines by myself. It’s just that truth be told I think I would have rarely drank at all if it weren’t for that and likely would have never smoked. It had its fun moments, but I didn’t feel the need to partake all the time like they did. Do you like zombie movies? Nah. Have you seen The Hunger Games? Yep, all of ‘em. Do you have a favorite piece of clothing? All my graphic tees, t-shirt dresses, leggings, and lounge shorts. All my comfy clothes, basically. Do you own any Uggs? Nope. Are you wearing any rings on your fingers? No. Name a TV show that you absolutely can't stand. Most sitcoms today. Do you have any unusual talents? No. Or any kind of talent. Do you look like your age? *shrug* I’ve been told I look younger. Do you feel confident in a bathing suit? Nooo. Do you do a lot of online shopping? I do. Do you like the Harry Potter films? Yeah. Do you judge people based on their sexual orientation? No. I care about who a person is, their personality, and whether we vibe. Have you ever been told you had an accent? No. Have you ever ridden an elephant? Nope. Are you allergic to pollen? I do have seasonal allergies. Have you ever eaten sushi? Ew, yes. Not a fan. If so, do you like it? Nope. Are you a fan of anime? No. Would you rather play Xbox or Playstation? Playstation. Are you a big fan of seafood? I don’t like seafood at all. What kind of food are you craving right now? I’m good right now. Are you currently in a relationship? No. If not, are you happy being single? Yeah, it’s for the best. Do you like to go fishing? No. Are you a fast runner? I used to be. I don’t have the energy or strength anymore for that.

Have you ever worked at a fast food place? Nope. What's on your mind right now? Now I’m thinking about food cause of some of the previous questions. Are you texting anyone as you're taking this survey? No. Have you ever had a nasty rumor spread about you? No. Have you ever sent someone sexual pictures of yourself? No. Do you like who you are on the inside or the outside more? Neither. :/ Are you good at drawing? No, I have no artistic abilities. Do you know how to dance? Nope. What's your favorite reality TV show? Catfish, Teen Mom OG, Teen Mom 2, The Voice... Do you think Kim Kardashian deserves to be famous? I don’t care. Are you excited for Christmas this year? I’m always excited for Christmas. Do you celebrate Halloween? I mean, I put up some decor, watch scary movies, and partake in treats. I stopped dressing up and carving pumpkins a few years ago. Have you ever had a concussion? No. Do you pretend to be someone you're not? No. I certainly wouldn’t pretend to be... *gestures vaguely* this. Do you listen to heavy metal music? No. Were you sad when Michael Jackson died? I was just surprised. Do you have more upper or lower body strength? I barely have any strength anymore it feels like, but I used to have really great upper body strength. Have you ever been in a tanning bed? No, and never want to be. Do you like hot tubs? No. Do you know anyone who is battling cancer? No. Have you ever donated money to a charity? Yes. Do you get bored easily? More so nowadays. I didn’t used to. Have you ever peed your pants in public? Maybe as a little kid. Are you afraid of roller coasters? Yes, except for the Cars and Big Thunder Mountain Railroad roller coasters at Disneyland. Are you good at doing tongue twisters? Not really. What was the last movie you've seen in theatres? Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings. Have you ever been to a drive-in movie? Yeah, a few times but it’s been a long time. I’ve been wanting to go to one, though. Are you good at doing fractions? Meh. I’m alright. Me and math don’t get along, but I could do some things somewhat. What is your favorite holiday? Christmas and Halloween. Do you prefer Apple or Android? Apple. Would you rather have a tablet or a computer? Computer. Do you like things that are touch screen? Yeah. What age did you have your first kiss at? 16. Do you regret losing your virginity to whoever you lost it to? I’m still a virgin. Do you have a good relationship with your mother? Yes. Do you like the color lime green? Sure. What are your plans for tomorrow? I don’t have any. Would you rather wear jeans or yoga pants? Yoga pants. Do you like your clothes to be baggy and comfortable or tight and revealing Baggy and comfy. Do you wish you could change something about your hair? Yeah, it’s really not a good look right now. I pretty much chopped it off a couple months ago for reasons and it’s in that awkward phase as it grows out. I want it to be longer and dyed red again because currently it’s all natural and I don’t like it. Have you ever gotten a makeover? Yeah. Do you get mad easily? No. but I get frustrated and irritable easily. Have you ever punched someone in the face? No. Do you think the minions from Despicable Me are cute? Ehh. Did you have a Gameboy as a child? I did. Would you rather have chocolate or gummy worms? Chocolate. I’m not a gummy fan. What are your favorite pizza toppings? Extra cheese, garlic, green onions, spinach, cilantro, crushed meatballs, and pesto. Have you ever auditioned for a talent competition? No. I don’t have any talent. Do you make good sandwiches? I think theyr’e better from a deli or when my mom makes them haha but sure. Would you rather get high or get drunk? High. Have you ever failed a drug test? Nope. Do you like the Silent Hill movies? I actually haven’t seen them. What is one thing you need to work on to make yourself a better person? I have a few things I need to work on.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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lueurfeu · 4 years ago

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Photo and video dump from today!!

I had such a deer-ly busy day, even after a nap it seems I’m too tired to type anything of length or substance. I burned an offering of tobacco as is customary before searching for medicine, and had quite the haul!! I ended up doing it twice, as I had neglected my offerings and giving thanks during foraging trips in the past. Not to mention I was quite literally blessed by the presence of three doe, one of whom was still just a “teenager.” And when I say blessed, I do mean sitting metres apart for a time as I had a snack, and later on foraging within eyesight of one another which was quite the experience. Momma Deer calmed down after she realized we were out there doing the same thing. In addition to these doe, I got to see such a rich variety of animals out today it was so special. Deer, gardener snake, raccoons, swans, mallards, wood ducks, some type of fish, a great herring, to name a few. Really just missing coyotes, skunks, and bunnies this time!

Burdock leaves of two types, as well as some root to make a tincture. I’ve not worked with burdock root before, and I’m excited to try. The leaves will be added as-is to salads, cooked like spinach, and some will be frozen, while others dried. To the right is my garlic mustard leaves for pesto and general flavour. I can’t eat onions or garlic as much as I’d like due to digestion issues related to their high FODMAP content!! I’m hoping this garlic mustard can be used as a substitute. I was rather lazy and careless when gathering these leaves, but it is an invasive plant where I live and also literally everywhere. Literally.

My big exciting haul are my fiddleheads!!! I found a big patch of them last week, and they were too young to grab more than a small handful. I went back today and the ground was alive!! It was so hard to only take 1-2 sprouts from each plant... and resist filling my Tupperware!! This is more than enough fiddleheads for yours truly. I felt as thought I went a bit overboard, but as I sat in the grove and enjoyed the mid morning sun and it’s surprisingly intense warmth, Ms. Robin came to see what was going on. She must have smelled the tobacco I had set out. Ms. Robin gave me a very direct look over while she visited with me. I could take this as a sign of many things; but will simply say this is where I started my day and I knew it would be an excellent one.

Lastly on my way out, I stumbled upon a very happy patch of violets! I had looked over the area I had foraged my violets from last week, and it was clearly done for the year. I was incredibly excited to find more than enough to fill my jar!! This means I will be trying a recipe for candied violets I’m intrigued by, while making more violet syrup and sugar!! Promise not to forget any pictures of my steps this time haha!!

The weather is finally back to being warm where I am. I hope everyone here has been able to get outside and enjoy some time in nature

xx Mama Cass

#forage #naturecore #Ontario #garlic mustard #foraging #deer #doe #blogpost #pictures #fiddlehead #fiddleheads #spring

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need-a-fugue · 5 years ago

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In the Beginning - Chapter 8

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC

Summary: He knew how to hide, how to either fit in seamlessly with his surroundings or lean back into the shadows to escape detection. He knew how to get around without money or supplies. He knew how to get any supplies he may need. He knew how to evade and how to disappear. What he didn’t know – from the moment he pulled Captain America’s body from the Potomac – was what the hell he was going to do now.

Warning(s): some angst, some emotional and mental turmoil�� nothing big

A/N: This is the first story in a series I’ve been working on for awhile (Supernova), an AU wherein Bucky Barnes gets the girl, and a chance at a new life.

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It’s another hour before they quit, Tessa insisting on running some more drills and practicing grappling. It’s hard for her because he’s a good five inches taller, but, “I’m not worried about being attacked by a kid or a dwarf.” She tells him. “You’re the practice I need.”

They part ways, both dripping with sweat – the late summer humidity seeping into the gym and making things that much worse. But she makes him promise to meet her in the common area in an hour so she can take him to dinner to thank him for his help.

“You don’t have to do that,” he’d tells her, ducking his head sheepishly.

“Maybe not,” she replies. “But I want pizza and beer, and if I go to Digrispino’s by myself I’ll get hit on all night by the waitstaff. Who are all very nice, actually. But it can be a bit much.”

Bucky was still being kept on a relatively short leash. Technically he was allowed out by himself, but everyone tended to make such a big deal about the potential dangers that he rarely ended up leaving the building. And pizza and beer did sound good. So he gives her a shrug and an alright and heads up to his and Steve’s apartment to grab a shower.

“Where’ve you been?” Steve asks as soon as he steps through the door.

He understands the curiosity, of course, but the nearly constant mother henning has gotten to be a bit much. “The gym,” he responds curtly, a gruff quality to his voice.

Steve is sitting on the couch, flipping absently through the TV channels. “You should’ve said something, I’d have gone with you. I was going to go for a run, but it started pouring.” He looks up and notices that Bucky is positively soaked through with sweat. “Guess it was a pretty good workout.”

He nods. “I’m gonna take a shower.”

“Hey I was thinking we could order pizza,” Steve calls out as Bucky turns to head to the bathroom. “If you want.”

Bucky stops short, closes his eyes and lets out a deep sigh. It’s not that he doesn’t want talk to Steve, or that he doesn’t want him to know that he’s going to dinner with Tessa. It’s just hard to feel like you can’t have any privacy. Now that he’s starting to feel a bit more like a normal person, he’s also starting to feel a bit more like a teenager who’s annoyed with his parents for wanting to know where he is all hours of the night. “Actually, Tessa’s taking me to get pizza,” he says, still facing away from Steve.

“She is?” he asks more confused than anything. “Why?”

Bucky turns and heads back into the room, sees Steve sitting on the edge of the couch, his brows laced together. “She needed some help training. Said Stark’s putting the medical team through some kind of test.” He shrugs. “I ran some drills with her and she’s thanking me with food and beer.”

The corners of Steve’s mouth slowly turn up and he quirks his eyebrows at his friend. “Like a date?”

“Like a thanks for letting me beat up on you.”

“She doesn’t need to take that test,” Steve says with a scoff. “I mean, we want everyone to be prepared and combat ready, but Tessa doesn’t need that.” The minute the words leave his mouth, the smile falls from his face, leaving in it’s place a guarded sort of frown.

“Why wouldn’t she need that?” he asks, more curious about Steve’s reaction than anything.

“Just,” he stumbles. “Just because… she doesn’t really go on missions.”

“Yeah, but isn’t the idea to have everyone prepared in case they need to?”

“Well, yeah. But…”

Bucky raises his eyebrows at him. “But what?”

Steve just shakes his head. “Nothing. But nothing. It was good of you to help her out.” He gets up off the couch and walks past Bucky as he heads into the kitchenette for a drink. “Where’s she taking you?”

Bucky shrugs. “Some place where the waiters all hit on her.” He eyes Steve from behind, takes note of the way he avoids his gaze.

“Digrispino’s,” he says, finally turning around. “It’s good. You’ll like it.” He blows past him, heading back to his bedroom to avoid further conversation. “Have fun,” he says before closing the door, leaving a highly suspicious Bucky still dripping sweat in the hallway.

He showers, changes – three times, actually – and finally hightails it out the door. When he jogs into the common area, a good ten minutes later than he was told, he finds Tessa in the midst of what appears to be a very serious conversation with Bruce. When she notices him, she stops mid-sentence and beams in his direction. “Hey, princess,” she says, “Took you long enough. Couldn’t get your hair right?”

He snorts indignantly. “Hilarious as always.”

Bruce gives him a half smile, about the only expression Bucky’s ever received from the rather reserved scientist, and says to Tessa, “We’ll talk in the morning.” He turns to leave, throwing a “Have fun,” over his shoulder as he goes. And Bucky could swear he hears a knowing smirk in his voice.

“Did you know that Steve takes longer than any woman I know to get ready?” she asks him in a low, conspiratorial whisper as she grabs her purse from the counter. “Granted, I don’t know that many women. But still.”

“He’s become very fond of 21st century hair-care products,” Bucky quips as they head out the door.

The rain that moved through earlier managed to cool things down a bit, but the summer evening is still pretty sticky. “It’s gonna rain again,” he says absently as they dodge people on the sidewalk. He’s positioned himself on her left so that he’s closer to the street, setting himself as a sort of walking shield. It isn’t something he thought to do. In fact, he just noticed that he does the other day when they set out on a coffee run. But he does vaguely remember doing it with women in his past. He thinks this is probably another instance of the old Bucky Barnes coming out, and he’s never quite sure how he feels about that.

“Yeah,” she responds. “It’s damn steamy.” Then she grabs his arm and tugs him quickly toward a door on her right. He’d been so busy casing people and watching the area as they walked that he hadn’t even realize they’d gone the four blocks to the restaurant. He’s completely caught off guard when she grabs him and he nearly trips over his own two feet.

“Jesus,” he mutters as he regains his balance and reaches for the door.

“Never let your guard down,” she singsongs, ducking under his arm as he opens the door for her.

“Tessa!” he hears someone call out from across the room. The older man approaches quickly, his arms wide like he’s looking for a hug. “I was wondering when we’d see you again.”

To her credit, she makes no move to hug him, instead taking hold of his arm and redirecting him around to face the dining room. “Vito,” she says fondly, actually leading him to a table in the corner, “the last time I was here one of your sons told me he wanted to take me in the back and bang. Bang, Vito.”

The older man cringes as he pulls out a chair for her. “Reggie’s not here,” he says, an apologetic look on his face. “He’s working at some electronics store in Midtown. He may be a Digrispino, but he is not Digrispino’s material.” He looks up at Bucky, who’s still looming behind, taking everything in. “I see you brought a new man,” Vito leans down to whisper to Tessa.

She rolls her eyes at him and laughs. “Two beers,” she says. “Whatever’s on tap.”

He leans back and waves his hand toward the chair opposite Tessa at the table, inviting Bucky to take a seat. “And for the gentleman?” he inquires with a lilt.

Tessa shakes her head with just the slightest amusement as Bucky glares daggers at the man. “Haha,” she intones. Then, looking at Bucky, “How do you feel about deep dish?” He slowly settles into his seat before giving her a perplexed look. “I know, I know. This is New York.”

“It is,” interrupts Vito. “But my people are from Chicago. So that is our specialty.”

“Let’s do pepperoni and sausage. And onions – do you like onions?” she asks, quirking her head in Bucky’s direction. He nods simply. “And onions,” she tells Vito with a smile.

Once the old man saunters off, Bucky leans across the table. “I don’t think I’ve ever had deep dish.”

“Do you like bread?” she asks. He nods. “Do you like cheese?” Another nod. “Do you like sauce?” Again, a nod, though this time with a bit of an impatient eye roll. “Then you’ll like Chicago style.”

They’re two beers in before the pizza comes, and it’s perfect timing because the conversation has all but died out. They talked a bit about previous travels – starting with her asking him if he’d ever been to Chicago – but he still can’t remember much. And he’s honestly not sure that he’d want to know where he’s been over the last few decades. It’s not like anything good would’ve happened if he had been to Chicago. He talked briefly about some of the places in Europe he remembered going to during the war, which led to her saying how she’d always wanted to go to Paris and Rome. But the closest she ever got was Minsk, which was, of course, not close at all. He said he’d spent too much time in Russia and hopes to never go back. She nodded, knowing enough about his past to let that go without further discussion.

So the giant hunk of pizza-like bread now on his plate was a welcome distraction, even if, “I don’t know how to eat this.”

She’s already busy pulling her piece apart, blowing on her nearly burnt fingertips as she goes. “Just… do it,” she says, brow furrowed as she attempts to adequately dissect the enormous thing into bite-sized pieces.

He decides to do just that, and he picks the piping hot piece of pizza up and takes a monstrous bite. He chews slowly, a thoughtful look on his face that almost makes her laugh as she watches. “It’s good,” he says simply after swallowing. “I mean, I really think you should be able to fold up a piece of pie – ”

“And let the grease drip down your arm,” she interrupts with a smile.

“That’s what pizza is supposed to be,” he retorts with a wink.

She shakes her head. “You are just like Steve. He never wants to try anything new.”

“I’m trying it,” he argues. “I said it was good.”

She tries to hide her smile as she directs her attention back to the food in front of her. “I actually prefer New York style too. But, I thought it’d be good to get you to expand your horizons.”

“Get me back into the world?”

“One pizza at a time.”

They eat in silence for a bit, then order another round of beers. He likes the fact that they can do that – sit in silence – without it feeling awkward. He’s not actually sure that there’s anyone in his life he can do that with. Even Steve seems nervous around him at times, and he’s always far too eager to talk about the good old days, as though that might somehow bring back the best friend he so obviously still misses. But there’s never any pressure with Tessa.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” he asks, breaking the silence.

“Sure.”

“I don’t make you nervous, do I?”

“Nope,” she says simply.

“You know you’re probably the only one,” he says with a self-deprecating smirk.

“I don’t know… Vito doesn’t seem too intimidated by you.” He smiles then, real and genuine, and he looks up to see her smile matches his own. “To be fair, there’s not a whole lot that makes me… nervous.”

“Yeah,” he says, thinking briefly about their time together and how rarely she seems frazzled or fearful… save some of the choke holds from earlier. “Why is that?”

She shrugs.

“You know,” he starts, taking a long drink, “Steve said something earlier that was a little… weird.”

“Oh?” she replies, raising her eyebrows in interest.

“He said that you don’t need to take that test.”

“Really?” she asks in a conspiratorial whisper. “Why would he say that?”

Bucky shakes his head and snickers. “I don’t know.” He locks eyes with her, intrigue filling his gaze. “Thought you might tell me.”

“Are you afraid that I lied to you just to get you to manhandle me for a few hours?”

He lets out a hearty laugh that feels totally new – and totally amazing – to him. “I hadn’t really thought of that. Did you play me?” She shrugs again, takes a pull on her beer. “Seriously, though,” he says after a beat, “if everyone else on the team needs to train and pass a test, why don’t you? I mean, no offense, but you aren’t exactly great at self-defense.”

“Offense taken,” she replies, her hand flying to her chest in an expression of mock horror. He quirks his eyebrows at her, asking that she answer his question. She sighs long and drawn out and sinks back into her chair. “I have… other skills,” she says, averting eye contact.

“What does that mean?”

She takes a moment to put together her thoughts before slowly sitting upright and looking back at him. “You remember when you asked me why I got into genetics?”

He nods. “And you told me that you’d tell me over dinner some time,” he says, indicating the half-eaten pizza in front of them.

She smiles a bit, but he can see that it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “I said you’d have to buy me dinner sometime.”

“Oh, so we need to do this again?”

She gazes at him, a sort of tenderness in her eyes that he hasn’t seen from anyone – from a woman especially – in a damn long time. “That’d be so bad?”

He feels his face split into a wide grin. “Not if we can get some real pizza.”

“Don’t let Vito hear you say that,” she leans in to whisper.

“Or what, he’ll sic one of his womanizing sons on me?” he murmurs in response, eyeing the man behind the bar as he does so.

Her hand falls to his as she laughs. He’s wearing a relatively thin leather glove, so the temperature sensors in the cybernetic fingers are still able to recognize the warmth of her palm, and for some reason that sends a jolt through him. He glances down at their hands and the moment he does so, she makes a move to pull away. But he quickly twists his hand and wraps his fingers around hers, then slowly entwines them with his own. It only takes a moment for the tension in her fingers to disappear. She begins stroking the pad of her thumb over the top of his knuckles and when he looks up at her he sees that her brows are knit together as she watches the motion.

“You okay?” he asks gently.

“Steve talked about you all the time,” she mutters softly, her expression not changing. “When we first met…” she shakes her head at the memory. “He woke up in a new world. Didn’t recognize a thing. Had all of these… people… telling him what was what, telling him what they needed from him. People thought of him as a superhero – superhuman. But he was just this… sad, lost person. And he’d lost everything, you know?” She finally looks up a him, offers a small, sad smile. “Everything he lost… losing you hit him the hardest.”

Bucky clears his throat, contemplates calling it a night and heading out just to avoid the feeling rising in the pit of his stomach. But her green eyes are so soft and captivating as she holds his gaze. And her thumb is still slowly tracing the arc of his knuckles, her touch so tender and… “Is that why you helped me?” he asks. “For Steve?”

“He never said you were perfect,” she tells him, all but avoiding his question. “But everything he ever told me about you made it 100% clear that you were a good man.” She stops stroking and instead gives his metal hand a sharp squeeze. “You didn’t deserve this.”

“Yeah, well,” he intones as he pulls his hand away. “Shit happens, right?”

She nods, her eyes falling to her now empty hand, still outstretched on the table. She flexes her fingers and stares at them absently. “I know what that’s like,” she says softly, almost a whisper.

“What?” he asks, a sharpness to his voice.

“Having people think you’re good. Knowing deep down that you’re… not.” He looks at her curiously, but says nothing. She lets out a deep sigh and looks up at him. “That’s why I wanted to help. Not that I did much,” she says with a shrug.

He feels his expression soften. “You treated me like a real person. That’s more than pretty much everybody else did.”

“Yeah, but I couldn’t…” She shrugs again, sadness clouding her eyes. “I was hoping I could find something that I could… fix.”

Bucky’s brows knit together as he says, “It’s not like they changed my brain… physically, I mean.”

“Actually, brainwashing – learning of any kind – creates new neural pathways, effectively altering the physical structure of the brain. But I didn’t mean… I mean I knew going in that I wouldn’t be able to physically heal you. Hell, physically, you are… a specimen,” she says with a lilt and a suggestive wiggle of her eyebrows.

He shakes his head and rolls his eyes, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. “What were you going to do then?”

“I thought, maybe, I could fix something else. Something… deep seated.”

“That’s vague.”

“I suppose it is.” She lets out another sigh, another sad smile. She sits upright and looks him straight in the eye. “I’m a mutant,” she tells him, unblinking.

He’s not sure what to say. He’s not sure what to think. “Okay,” comes out slowly. He leans back in his seat, forehead wrinkled as he takes his time thinking through what to say next. For her part, she just continues to patiently stare at him, gauging his reactions. “I guess I don’t really know what that means,” he says finally.

“Do you know what mutants are?” she asks with a single quirked eyebrow.

“I mean… kind of…”

She smirks. “We’ve sort of become more mainstream over the last decade or so.”

“You’re… enhanced,” he says, still working to make sense of it. He had heard the term mutant before. He’s pretty sure he had been ordered to take some out during his days with Hydra… pretty sure because the word rolls around in his brain with a disgusted sort of intonation, the way his handlers typically uttered the names or designations of his victims. But it wasn’t until fairly recently that he learned what the word meant.

She lets out a slow breath. “I guess. Naturally enhanced. Does that count?” She shakes her head. “I have the X-gene. And so I have certain… abilities.”

“And what does that mean for me?” he starts, almost confusing himself with the question. “I mean, what could you do that would… fix me?”

She shrugs. “Nothing, apparently,” she says. She takes a moment to plan out her next words. “I can… manipulate energy. And energy is everything. So I thought… I don’t know. Sometimes even I’m not sure what I can do in a certain situation until I’m in it.” She looks deep into his steely eyes and says, with utter sincerity, “I just thought there might be something I could do. But there wasn’t anything. Not really.”

They sit in silence for several minutes, Tessa sipping at her beer, Bucky sitting stoically, shuffling through all of the new information in his head. When he’s finally ready to speak again he takes a sharp inhale of breath and tilts his head, looking at her quizzically. “Is that why Steve said you don’t need to take that test?” The corner of his mouth turns up into a sly smirk. “You don’t need to know how to physically defend yourself, do you?”

“Not really,” she says, smiling at him shyly. “But I’m glad you helped me anyway. I really don’t want to use my powers like that. Not if I don’t need to.”

“What are your… powers?” he asks, having trouble getting the word out in a serious way. “I mean, can you hurt people?”

“Like I said, energy is everything.”

He lets out a bit of a snort. “Yeah, well, that says nothing.”

She nods. “I know. It’s kind of complicated. But also not.” He raises his eyebrows at her. “Everything relies on energy. It is… everything. So my powers… they can be complex. And they can be simple.”

“Do they include talking in circles to confuse the hell out of people?”

“Maybe. Sometimes.” The coy expression on her face quickly falls as she says, “I can hurt people. And I have hurt people.”

“That’s why you think you’re not a good person,” he says absently. He reaches out across the table with his right hand and pulls her fingers from her glass, gives them a reassuring sort of squeeze as he tells her, “My therapist told me that we’re more than just our actions.”

“Yeah?” she says, small smile blooming, though her eyes remain cast down.

“Yeah.” He drops his hold on her and leans back in his seat. “Of course, she also told me to be like water, so she might have a few screws loose.”

Tessa almost chokes on the laugh as it bursts out of her throat, and damn if that doesn’t cause something deep inside of his chest to start to burn. He watches as her head falls back, a deep, breathy, very unladylike chortle spilling out of her. It’s unlike any laugh he’s heard from her before, most being snarky chuckles or lighthearted giggles. And he can’t help but think that , somehow, this one is all his. It’s real and genuine and unabashed. And it’s all for him.

“Having a good time?” Vito asks, the loud laughter enticing him over. Tessa nods as she gathers herself.

“Can we get a couple more?” Bucky asks, indicating their nearly empty beer glasses.

Vito turns to him and asks in an almost conspiratorial whisper, “She’s not driving, is she?”

“No,” he replies, actually warming to the old man. “We walked. And I’ll make sure she gets home safe.”

“Two more then,” Vito says excitedly as he heads back to the bar.

“Hey, you wanna see something?” Tessa asks, pulling Bucky’s attention back to her. He nods simply. She reaches her hand out to the center of the table and holds it over a glass of water. “If I were to increase the kinetic energy of these water molecules, what do you think would happen?”

He purses his lips in thought for a moment. He knows this, he just has to reach back far enough in his mind to dig out the answer. “If the molecules speed up, the water could boil.”

She smiles brightly at him, holding his gaze as the water in the glass begins to bubble. He pushes back a bit from the table, a sort of confused but intrigued look on his face, and she drops her hand. “Cool, huh?”

He laughs out a “Yeah,” a rather amazed, definitely impressed look on his face.

From the corner of her eye she sees Vito approaching with their drinks. “Just don’t…” she starts, gaze falling down to the table, “don’t tell anyone.”

“Here you go,” the old man says as he deposits the full glasses and scoops up the empty ones. “Can I get you two anything else? We have gelato.”

“No, thanks,” Bucky replies, clearing his throat at the end as a signal for the man to get lost. And Vito gets it too, shooting Bucky a sly, knowing smile as scurries off.

“I won’t tell anyone,” he says simply, turning back to her.

“I mean it,” she says, a stern quality to her voice. “Steve knows. And Tony. All of the Avengers, really. But most of the people I work with don’t. Most people in general don’t know. And I need to keep it that way.”

He nods. “Okay. I won’t tell anyone.”

“Thanks.”

“Can I ask you something, though?” She nods, picking at her cold pizza once more. “Why did you tell me?”

She smiles at him again, for the umpteenth time tonight, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t starting to get a thrill out of seeing it. “Earlier today, you told me you wouldn’t hurt me,” she says, a slight blush on her cheeks. “I guess I’m hoping you’re true to your word. Also I figure Steve would blab at some point anyway.”

He nods briefly, crooked smile on his face. “Can I ask you something else?” She looks up at him expectantly. “What’s gelato?”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfic #avengers fanfiction #marvel fanfic #bucky x original female character #bucky x oc #bucky barnes x original #bucky barnes x original female character #bucky barnes x oc #supernova

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pynkhues · 5 years ago

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I’m new to the Brio fandom and just wanted to pop in and say how much I love your fics and all of your tumblr content!! It’s so fun to read especially in the off season. Can’t wait for more of your circumference/domestic Brio fic!

Welcome, anon! And thank you so much! You’re so sweet

And haha, I’ve had so many asks about the domestic Brio fic, so have the opening scene of Part 2 as a welcome-to-the-fandom present.

It’s a little long, so I’ve popped it under a cut. Hopefully the full thing will be up in the next day or so (it’s mega long, haha)

Lifting her ass off the chair in Rio’s office, Beth wriggles her cell phone one-handed out of the back pocket of her jeans. She’s still chewing on her lunch as she plants herself back down and opens up the Pinterest app, scrolling with her thumb until she lands on the jungle-printed wallpaper she’d saved the night before, holding it out across the desk towards Rio.

“So, this is what I’m thinking for Danny’s room,” she says, and when he doesn’t take her phone immediately, she waves it a little at him, coaxing.

She’s not sure if this has surprised him over the last few days – not sure if she’s able to truly surprise him anymore at all (honestly though, he seems to think she’s capable of anything these days, which he uses to praise her or provoke her, depending on his mood) – but since they’d told the kids the other night, Beth has slipped down a rabbit hole of decorating. Between packing and organising and researching the schools in their new district, to say nothing of work, she’s made a habit of collecting catalogues and ducking into outlet stores and scrolling through the sale sections of the Target and Cloud 9 websites, fitting their new home together in her head.

And maybe it hasn’t surprised him, but the urgency with which Beth has felt the need for it has certainly surprised her.

Because it wasn’t really in the telling of the kids exactly, not in the way Kenny had reacted, or the way Rio had called her his - - and god, she can still barely say it without turning eight shades of red. It was in the next day. It was in taking the kids to show them the house. Because they’d been - -

They’d been shy.

Gone was the confidence of the dinner table, the chatter and the seeming complete indifference to where they lived and who they lived with. They’d walked up their new front steps to the big empty house, and Danny had latched himself onto her leg as Jane had torn up the hallway. Emma moving so slowly she’d often seemed to barely be moving at all, her eyes wide and her lips parted, taking in every curve of ceiling and every vacant room with a tentativeness that Beth had never seen in her before.

It had been enough to make Beth search out Rio, but he’d been chatting too easily to Kenny, Marcus giggling over his shoulder as he’d given them their own personal tour of the place.

And just - - it’s the first time they’ve done this, she’d reminded herself, trying to coax Danny off her leg by walking him to the new family room and showing him where they’d keep his boardgames. The first time their idea of home has been forced to change, because even staying with Dean still just feels like visiting grandma, and Beth doesn’t know how she could’ve overlooked this, couldn’t have better prepared them for it, the guilt growing like a weed in her gut.

But she could fix it, she’d thought then, still thinks now. She could make it feel like home. Make it feel more like home than even their old one. She could do that for them.

“I’m thinking like, a dinosaur theme,” she says now, when Rio finally drops his wrap, wiping his hands on a napkin before grabbing her phone from her grip. “We can use this wallpaper as a feature, and then paint the rest of the walls green. I found these lamps at that outlet off Green Street the other day too where they have these cut-outs of like a - - what do you call them? The dinosaurs with like the - -” Beth gestures to the back of her head. “Like the bone there? It kind of looks like they’re wearing sad party hats? Para-something? Cut-outs of those guys anyway, and the lamp is on a little motor so it looks like the dinosaurs are moving around when you turn it on.”

She’s still building the room in her head – the duvet cover she’d found online, the rug from Ikea that Ruby had torn out of a catalogue for her, when she looks up to see Rio, his eyes still on her phone, his forehead furrowed and his lips parted as he shakes his head back at it. She squints a little at the expression, sitting up a little straighter.

“What?”

“Themes are for birthday parties, they ain’t for bedrooms,” he says, sliding her phone back across the desk towards her, and Beth blinks, half-scoffing, half-laughing.

“Themes are for - -” she flails a little, trying to think of a time themes don’t make things better, and finds she can’t think of one, so she settles on: “Everything.”

He arches an eyebrow at her at that, picking the wrap up off his plate again, adjusting the paper down and taking an enormous bite before he even graces her with a response. She’d picked them up for lunch from the deli he pretends he isn’t obsessed with on her way over from the dealership, some tiny hole in the wall that, to be fair, makes really good wraps (and sandwiches, but he still turns up his nose at those).

“Yeah? You wanna be stripin’ wallpaper for every new phase?” he says after he’s finished chewing. “What happens when he likes space instead o’ dinosaurs? When Emma likes horses more than ballet?”

“She already likes horses more than ballet,” she tells him, rolling her eyes, but neglects to mention the unicorn cushions she’s already bought for Emma’s room. “Besides, I seem to recall an awful lot of robots in Marcus’ room.”

“Yeah, figurines and shit,” Rio insists. “Which can go to his cousins or Goodwill when he’s done with ‘em. You think your sister’s kid’s gonna want a box o’ his lil’ cousin’s stripped wallpaper? You think any thrift store will? You’re spendin’ too much money on shit with an expiration date.”

Beth rolls her eyes, pulling the artichoke hearts out of her wrap (she really does hate them) and Rio holds his hand out expectantly, waiting for Beth to drop them in his hand. She does, and Rio makes a far-too-pleased sound as he pushes them down into his own wrap, down around the arugula, Spanish onion and the chorizo, his fingers coming out of it wet with aioli, and her face bursts into flames when he sucks them into his mouth, too focused on his lunch to notice her. Willing the red out of her face, and the sinking heat in her back up, Beth clears her throat, distracting herself by asking:

“What do you want to do with their rooms then?”

And he just shrugs.

“Keep it simple.”

It’s enough to make her snort, dropping her own wrap to gesture around his office with both hands.

“Oh, like this?”

And okay, so that’s not exactly fair. It’s not like his apartment isn’t incredibly nice, and he’d told her when he moved into this office that it was only for a couple of months (she’d discovered that his tendency to pick up and leave had extended to his offices, something that probably shouldn’t have surprised her as much as it had), and that he was here so little that there wasn’t much point in setting it up beyond his basic needs – a (very nice) desk, a couple of chairs, a powerboard, a low-slung bookshelf housing thick binders and a few archival boxes. The only real décor touch is the peace lily beside his desk which Beth had laughed at the irony of the first time she’d seen it.

Rio just replies with a look, finishing off his lunch in two more bites. His silence makes her shift a little in her seat, bite the inside of her cheek, her ears pricking instead at the sound of the warehouse outside – the steady flow of people, the clothes dryers whirring, the slicing of the counterfeit cash. Vaguely, she can hear footsteps, but thinks little of it.

“Hey, so, speaking of the kids,” she starts, and Rio eyes her warily, picking up the note of uncertainty in her tone, and god, she’s not sure why she is. She’s been thinking about this since they took the kids to the house after all. “I think maybe - - “

She’s interrupted by a knock on the door, spinning in her seat to look as Rio scrunches up the paper from his lunch and tosses it into the trash can by the bookshelf. The lack of response from either of them is enough for the door to open, and Demon to stand in the doorway. A look of slight surprise passes his face at seeing Beth there, and that’s enough to make Beth eye him more carefully. It’s not like Demon doesn’t know about them, hasn’t even made it pretty clear that he likes her as much as she’s surprised to have found that she likes him, that he approves, which can only mean that that look is because he’s bringing news he knows Beth won’t like.

His gaze finds Rio’s over Beth’s head, and she follows it back to see Rio tilt his chin up, telling him to go ahead.

“Cal’s booked,” Demon tells him after a split-second hesitation, and Rio nods, seemingly pleased, and dismisses Demon with a flick of his wrist, leaving Rio and Beth alone again.

The door has barely clicked shut when Beth turns her full attention back on Rio, squinting a little at him as he grabs his phone out of his jacket pocket and works his thumbs across the screen, typing out a text or an email. When he doesn’t choose to fill her in (shocking), Beth bites her tongue and asks:

“Who’s Cal?”

“Contractor,” Rio says, not even looking up at her, and Beth huffs out an annoyed breath.

“What’s he been contracted for?”

“Security,” he tells her, and that’s enough to make Beth frown, remembering the bruises on his knuckles when he’d come over to hers those few weeks ago, when they’d talked about money, before they’d found their house – that guarded, guarding look he’d had in his eye, the way he’d held himself. Something in her chest tightens.

“Is everything okay?” she asks, careful to keep the worry out of her voice, but she thinks he must hear it anyway with the way he looks up at her, his face deliberately relaxed in a way she knows he intends to put her at ease. He nods.

“It ain’t nothin’ you gotta worry about, yeah? Just precautionary.”

Beth bites the inside of her cheek, not quite happy with the answer, before she leans back in her seat, folding her arms across her chest, the last of her lunch forgotten.

“The kids,” she starts again, hoping the distraction might be enough to loosen her up, and Rio grins, amused at her transition. “I think we should spend some time with each other’s. Alone.”

It’s been on her mind even more than decorating the house has been – the seed planted by Kenny’s own uncertainty and then sprouted the next day at the house. Her own kids’ tentativeness had been hard, but she’d found herself tentative too at Marcus’ seeming confidence and independence – used to being uprooted with his father, she supposes, and the feeling that that unlocks in her feels best ignored for now – but how quickly he’d let her own kids overwhelm him. Beth had promptly realised that she didn’t know enough about Marcus to know if he’d needed rescuing from Jane’s boundless energy or encouragement to meet it – something that hadn’t been helped when Rio had spent the better part of half an hour on a tersely voiced phone call in the yard.

“What do you have in mind?” Rio asks, dropping his phone to the desk and leaning back in his seat, crossing his arms and mirroring her pose.

“I have to be out of my house on Saturday,” Beth says, and god, it’s Wednesday now, and there’s still so much to - - no, not the time. “And Dean’s picking the kids up for the two weeks on Friday afternoon, before they come back to m - - us at the new place. I was thinking maybe tomorrow you could take them to the movies. So they can get a bit more familiar with you before they’re living with you. They really want to see that new movie about the dogs.”

It had been the thing that had made the most sense to her. The thought of inflicting the four of them on Rio alone without strict parameters and at least three of them docile feeling a little too cruel for somebody with only one, perfectly behaved kid.

“The movies?” Rio replies, wrinkling his nose slightly, and Beth blinks, forehead furrowing in confusion.

“What’s that face for?”

“Don’t they spend enough time in front of screens?”

And both her eyebrows shoot up at that, something defensive growing in her belly, because that almost sounds like a parenting criticism, and she lets her eyes drift across Rio’s face, checking for a joke in his face, and when she finds none, casts her eyes down to his phone, lighting up on his desk, and then his laptop. He smirks a little at that, shrugging as if to say touche.

“Would you prefer something else?” she replies after a minute, her tone dry, and Rio rocks his head back and forwards, tilting his head down to look questioningly at the last of her lunch, and she pushes her plate towards him.

“I’ll think o’ somethin’,” he says, picking up wrap and taking a bite. “Pick ‘em up around 3?”

And whatever she’d been expecting him to say, it wasn’t that. She blinks, her irritation dissipating as she finds herself nodding.

“That sounds good.”

“Cool.”

“And Marcus?”

“He ain’t goin’ to his mom’s until Sunday night,” Rio says, and right, Beth thinks, sitting up a little straighter. They hadn’t talked about this – about the fact that Beth is staying at his in the week-long interim between handing her keys over to the new owners, and picking up their new ones. And of course Marcus could’ve been there too, it just - - hadn’t occurred to her.

“I got some business Sunday mornin’ anyway,” he says, and Beth grins at the implication, something satisfying about a plan being locked in settling warm in her belly.

“Sunday morning,” she echoes, and Rio meets her grin.

#beth x rio #nbc good girls #my fic #the center and circumference #welcome to my ama

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bashfulgnome · 6 years ago

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Cookout

Hey everyone! I’ve been sitting on this fic for a while and it’s finally ready to go – just a fun little summer story with the Core Four. Enjoy!

Summer was winding down, and the four of them saw fit to have one last barbecue that weekend. Litwak was out of town for a couple of days–he'd figured that the usual patrons would be on vacation anyway–so they certainly weren't short on guests from neighboring games who wanted to join in on the fun. The atmosphere of Fix-It Felix Jr. buzzed with activity, from the various Nicelanders milling about to the visitors enjoying the friendly afternoon company.

Some of the troops from Hero's Duty joined the Sugar Rush racers in Niceland Lake for an impromptu game of chicken while Q*bert and the other East Nicelanders looked on. Vanellope swam around cheering on her game-mates, but occasionally split off into the weedy side of the lake, curiously observing the wildlife. Ralph hung around the shallow ends, making waves for the smaller sprites to ride, and keeping an eye out for struggling swimmers and brewing fights.

Tamora helmed the grill, clad in her "Kiss My Ass" apron–as such a crowded gathering demanded–and having set out a batch of burgers and hot dogs in neat rows. The chopmeat was a donation from Burger Time, courtesy of Peter Pepper himself, in exchange for Tamora's assistance in ejecting a rowdy patron from the establishment the week prior. The sizzling little slabs of meat created a pleasant white noise that drowned out Gene's distant blathering about the limited selection of beverages. Between the soothing sound, delicious aroma, and the focused task of minding the food's status, grilling put her in a calm state of flow.

Her husband had spent most of the morning running between the apartments and the picnic area, carrying supplies and pre-prepared food back and forth, and managing the guests who would occasionally stop in from the lake for a snack. She hadn't seen much of him while she was setting up the grill–usually just his hat peeking over a stack of paper plates with legs–but she knew where he was from the tune of his jolly whistling. To match his special lady, he'd decided to wear his own "All The Fixins" apron for the occasion. Felix was in Special Event Mode, and there was very little that would convince him to slow down.

Amidst all the activity, Vanellope scampered along the path from Niceland Lake to the picnic area. She had formulated a plan for the day and her underwater reconnaissance was complete - but there was one missing piece. This wasn't a chance that came around every day, so she'd need some special equipment. And with Felix occupied, she'd have an easier time acquiring it.

"Sarge." The child saluted, her face unusually serious.

"Prez." Tamora returned the gesture. "What's up?"

The racer glanced around the cooking area but didn't see anything immediately suitable for her mission. She'd have to stall. "Whatcha puttin' on the burgers?"

"Onion, red pepper, garlic powder, salt." Tamora counted off the ingredients. "Just exper– MAC! Get the hell off him, you drown him and he won't regenerate!"

The girl followed the suddenly-yelling sergeant's line of sight to catch a glimpse of a startled Marine rolling off his panicking comrade's back and splashing into the water. Ralph, who had been in the process of separating them, gave Tamora a thumbs-up. She waved back in acknowledgement and muttered something under her breath.

"Anyway," she sighed. "Just experimenting this time. Got a request?"

Vanellope scrunched her nose and continued scanning the area. "Oh. I thought you guys were gonna use basil?" The racer recalled the small, fragrant plants she had seen in the couple's garden.

"We tried growing some out back, but Norwood's cats kept pissing on it. So that was a bust." She shrugged and pointed her spatula towards a small bag. "I got brown sugar though. That up your alley, kid?"

Vanellope spotted a spare plastic container on the picnic table behind them. Perfect. "Uh, yeah, sure, love it. Hey, can I borrow that empty bowl thing?"

Tamora had begun to notice Vanellope's shiftiness and raised an eyebrow, leaning over. "What for?"

The miniature president looked around before standing on her toes to reach the woman. "I wanna see if I can catch something cool in the lake," she whispered with a grin.

Well, there were no snakes in there, as far as the sergeant knew. Other than Coily on his inner tube, of course. "Yeah, I don't need it. Go nuts."

"Thanks!" She picked up the container, holding it above her head in triumph, and dashed off back to the lake before Tamora could say anything more. The sergeant laughed to herself. She was looking forward to seeing how this scheme turned out.

In the meantime, Felix surveyed the area with his hands on his hips, and let out a relieved sigh upon seeing that everything was in order. Ralph hadn't needed any help with lifeguarding, the places were all set, and a few of their neighbors had begun making their way to the tables, enticed by the scent of the pending meal. There was only one more situation to tend.

Tamora felt a light touch on the side of her leg and smiled, not needing to look down.

"Hey, Felix."

He took hold of her free hand and squeezed it gently, running his thumb over her knuckles. "Need anything, darlin'? I can get you some ice cream if you'd like."

"Standing in front of this grill, it'd be a puddle in ten seconds. But thanks for the offer, babe."

"Are you sure? You've been taking care of the burgers all afternoon. If you feel like goin' down to the lake to cool off, I can take over for you."

She glanced down from her work and saw the little guy wearing that worried puppy-dog expression of his. Of course, she thought. All the prep work, setting up the tables, keeping the guests occupied, and his most pressing concern was still making sure she wasn't mildly uncomfortable. She laughed softly.

"Don't worry about me, shortstack. I’ve got a rhythm going here,” she replied, leaning down with a smirk. “But I'll take you up on some dessert and a swim later tonight." Tamora grinned and pulled down the brim of his hat.

He blushed at the sudden change in tone. "W-well, I guess we do both need to unwind–"

"Get it out! It's biting me! GET IT OUT!"

Interrupting their moment, Ralph came stumbling towards the startled couple from the direction of the Niceland Lake, hopping from foot to foot. Vanellope followed close behind, pointing and giggling at the wrecker's predicament as he attempted to dislodge something from his swim trunks. Ralph finally grabbed the leg of his garment and shook it out, producing a large and terrified frog, which the racer scooped up before any of the adults could stop her.

"Vanellope, tha–haha–t wasn't very nice," Felix sputtered out as he tried not to giggle.

Tamora, who made no such effort, paused her grilling to fully appreciate the spectacle.

"Hey, nice one Prez!" she shouted through snorting laughter. "Where'd you find a frog that can bite?"

The diminutive president was too busy laughing to respond, and it became clear that the prank was not over. As Ralph continued hopping, two small, young ducks fell out of the other side of his trunks. They flailed on their backs, quacking in annoyance as they righted themselves in a flurry of feathers. Luckily for Felix, the ducks were most concerned with distancing themselves from Ralph, and took off chasing each other towards the lake.

A loud whistle and hearty laughter rang out from the other end of the picnic area, catching everyone's attention. "Very good dancing! Make DDR friends jealous!" Zangief clapped at Ralph's unintentional performance.

Ralph's face flushed, and he quickly turned back to his best friend. "Kid, you really gotta calm down with the pranks. Someone's gonna get hurt."

Tamora resumed grilling. "Yeah, if those trunks fell down we'd all be stricken blind."

"Not helping, Sarge!"

Vanellope pouted. "Hey, I picked out the smallest ones for you Ralphie!"

"Vanny, believe you me, those duck bites really sting. Even the little ones, they get everywhere..." Felix shuddered.

The four of them heard a familiar grumble from one of the nearby tables.

"Ralph, I am trying to enjoy this outing in peace, and I would appreciate it if you and that" – the mayor squinted at Vanellope – "child could make your commotion somewhere else. Some people just have no class."

Ralph and Vanellope shared a wordless exchange of a raised eyebrow and a devious grin.

"Gene, why don't you go find something fun to do instead of givin' them a hard time?” Felix had really hoped the drink selection would keep the mayor in better spirits, but to no avail. “Nobody's using the gazebo, if you want someplace quiet."

"I'm just saying that there's a certain level of propriety expected in–"

He was cut off by a quiet splat as the frog Vanellope tossed landed on his face. The Nicelander went silent for an instant before sputtering and thrashing himself out of his seat.

The wrecker high-fived his partner-in-crime and they both took off into the lakeside woods, peals of laughter ringing in their wake. Gene attempted pursuit once he had extricated himself from the poor amphibian, but thirty years on his own had made Ralph more familiar with that forest than anyone else in the game. The mustachioed man emerged after a futile couple of minutes, muttered his way back to the table, picked up his drink, and stormed off to save face.

Tamora smiled. "Guess that saves everyone some grief. He hasn't stopped complaining all day."

"I'm startin' to think that's his hobby," Felix replied sheepishly. "But he's gonna be back for dinner anyway; said somethin' about sitting with Don and Mary. I'd better go round everyone up–"

"No need." The sergeant put two fingers in her mouth and let out a shrill whistle that cut through the air to the far boundaries of the game, making Felix jump. "Food's done! Everybody come stuff your chewholes!" she hollered.

Working together, Tamora and Felix laid the cooked meat out on buns while the guests lined up. Once they got a seat at the tables, Vanellope sat on Ralph's arm, eating the chips he'd scooped out of a snack bowl on their way to the grill.

"So, satisfied? You got Gene and me today."

She nodded. "I think I'm good for now."

Vanellope eyed her buddy’s meal, suddenly noticing the unusual way he adorned his burger. "Ooh, what's that?"

"Mustard, pickles, and chips. Makes it crunchy. Here, you wanna try?"

"Yeah!" She took a bite of the savory burger and hummed with satisfaction. "Oh! Try a piece of mine too!" She tore off a chunk of the patty and handed it to him.

"Mmm, not b--agh! Too sweet!" He chuckled took a bite of his own burger to clear out the taste. "Couldn't resist one more jab at me, huh?"

"Hey, it's an honor. Savor it." She pinched his cheek and quickly glitched away when he playfully swatted at her.

Tamora snatched the racer in midair and casually placed her back down on the picnic bench, as she and Felix finally took their seats next to the pair of friends. "To surviving another summer rush," she toasted, holding her drink aloft.

"And many more!" Felix added, the others cheering in agreement.

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dazzlingfantasiesblogs · 6 years ago

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Hurricane P2/

Happy Lowman x Reader

Warnings/Triggers: Smut references 18+ only, If under kindly un-follow me. Anxiety, abandonment.

Summary: Read chapter 1.

Gifs are not mine or photos.

He leaned against the wall, gliding his hands over his head. He followed your lead and walk to have a burger. He seen you eating next to Jax. Who was offlay close to you. His hand on your leg every so often as he talked to you. He watched as you ate very little of your burger. He sat down next to Juice, taking a few bites of his burger. Truth is he wanted to vomit. Guilt over flowing every other emotion. He looked you over through the side of his eye. You lost a lot of weight, Kozik was right. Often he asked Kozik about you, and because Kozik was so sweet he gave Happy little things here and there. He also noticed how your hair was lighter than it use to be, more natural. “Y/N, you down to go to the drive ins tonight?” you looked at Jax slightly confused. “Who is all going?” he waved his hand around to everyone. “I should really get this stuff done so I do not bother any of you anymore.” “Shut up! You are amazing! Your one post brought in two more customers today. Brand new people! They called and where put on the list!” Gemma smiled at you. “I am glad to hear that. Ok, I will go!” “Might wanna trade in the stilettos though darlin!” Jax smiled to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, shaking you a bit. “Haha, I got some Converse in the Jeep.” “Can Kozy come?” “Of course!!” Tig yelled.

Getting out of the shower, you walked to your guest room. Sliding on a sports bra, SOA tank-top and leggings you walked out of the room. Your make up and hair still the same, only washing your body. “About ready?” you hurd Jax call from the kitchen. “Yeah!” you slid on your leather jacket, and adjusted your Converse.

Following Jax to TM, everyone was getting ready with blankets and pillows in hand. “Gemma wanna drive with me?” She nodded to you, hugging a man named Opie and his kids. Gemma threw a few things in your trunk, getting in the passengers side. She looked back seeing Kozy sleeping on the folded down seats. Memory foam lining them. “Yeah he is spoiled.” “No fucking shit!”. Blasting the music till you got to the TM, you paid for you and Gemma. She kept telling you ‘no’. you explained “SOA is Family” like John Teller always use to say. Driving up, the bikes parked next to you and few other cars. You helped Gemma put up a small tent for the kids and laid some blankets down. Soon the movie started. you tried not to look over at Happy. “Gemma, you good with driving my Jeep home if I drink?” She smiled to you, handing you the Cognac she brought you. You nodded to her taking the top off, sipping it. Happy looked over at you drinking the liquor without a chaser.

“Naw, that stuff tastes like ass..” Happy chuckled at your comment. “You need to learn to drink adult drinks..” he glared at your long island ice tea. “Go fuck a duck Happy. I like my drinks.” Kozik chuckled at the banter back and forth. Happy gave you a slight smile. “Holy smoke! You smile?!” you grabbed Happys cheeks, pushing his lips back. He grabbed your hands from his face scrunching his nose at you. You did the same to him, copying all of his movements. He would be lying if he said he didn’t like you. However he also knew Kozik would kill him if he ever tried to do anything with you. “Here try this..” he poured you a shot glass of tequila. You took the shot and coughed a bit. “Fuck me…” you slapped Happys chest. Kozik rubbed your back laughing his ass off. “Alright what about this?” He slid you a shot Cognac. You took the shot and glared at him. “I am all for pain, but that shit burns like hell.” Kozik nodded. Happy laughed hard at your facial expression. You grabbed you long island ice tea drinking it in Happys face. “Mmmmmmmm” you fake moaned drinking it. “Sis.. eww..” Kozik covered his ears like a child. You set the long island down grabbing Koziks hand. “Oh shut up.” You pushed Kozik slightly. “Well losers I am going to grab a girl and head to bed.” “Icky..” Kozik laughed kissing your forehead, slapping his brother on the shoulder. Leaving you and Happy to relax. “Can I get some of that Kinky Mark?” “Pink or blue?” Mark smiled at you. “Blue!” Happy watched as he poured a neon blue drink in the shot glass. You took a shot of it. “Mm..” “So you like it Kinky.” Your looked at Happy through your eyelashes. “You have no clue.”

Midway through the movie you stood up to find the restroom. After finding one you walked into the food booth looking at the options. You texted Gemma asking if she wanted anything. “Hey hun, what can I get for you?” the woman behind the counter asked. “Can I get three buckets of mini donuts, a diet coke and a burger with..” “No mayo, no onion and no lettuce with extra ketchup.” You looked to see Happy next to you finishing your order. “Is that correct?” the woman smiled looking at you two. “Un-fucking fortunately.” You paid for everything an handed the woman a twenty for a tip. You sat at a table, waiting for the order. Ignoring that Happy sat next to you. The whole time, you felt yourself begging to get back to that bottle of Cognac. “Hey Y/N, what did you get?” Happy stood up away from you seeing Jax walk in. “Three buckets of mini donuts for everyone and a diet coke for your mother.” Jax wrapped his hand around your waist pulling you into him. “Geez, you really are SOA material, thinking about everyone else.” Jax smirked at you. “Y/N” the nice woman called. “Let me help you babygirl.” Jax grabbed the three buckets, you grabbing the pop and hamburger. You walked back outside, feeling the cool air hit you. Jax and you passed the donuts around and handed the pop to Gemma. You ate a few bites of the hamburger, watching the movie.

The second movie and you had one more to go. You grabbed the bottle of Cognac, hiding it in your jacket as you walked to the side of the food stand building where no one was. You sat down, your head in your hands. Took you another few minutes before you lifted your head to a text from Gemma. “Where did you go? Can you get me another pop?” texting back you stood up, finishing some more of the Cognac. Standing up stumbled slightly. You fell into a pair of strong arms. You looked up to see Happy standing there looking down at you. “Leave me alone..” you mumbled trying to walk away. “No, your obviously not ok..” “Like you give a flying fuck..” groaning Happy shook his head. “Please, either kill me.. or let me be..” you bent down, grabbing the bottle. Happy grabbed the bottle from your hand. Your grasp on it was too tight. He kept trying to pull it away. You tripped, almost face planting on the floor. He caught you, picking you up and pushing you against the wall. “Let me go Lowman..” He stared at your lips, his heart starting to race at the thought of kissing those perfect lips that molded to his so well.

The thought of you being kinky turned him on. “Hmph. Mark, can we both have another shot of that blue kinky.” You laughed at the words coming from Happy. You both took the shot, a small drop the blue liquid dripping off your lip. You felt his rough thumb wipe the liquid off your lip. He traced your lip with his thumb. Your breath hitched slightly. The moment was so intimate the whole club looked at you. “Well.. better ah… go..” You nodded to Mark, slapping Happy on the shoulder. He watched you walk out of the clubhouse. Would anyone notice if he went after you? He seen everyone carry on with there business. He looked at Mark the bartender nod ‘yes’ to him. Happy quickly got off the bar stool and ran off after you. He seen you walking to your Jeep. Hearing footsteps you turned around, never being too carful. Happy slid his hand over your face. Without words he pressed his lips against yours. Instinct and want took over. You wrapped your arms around his neck. He grabbed your thicker legs, wrapping them around his waist. He opened your Jeep trunk. Pushing you in, you giggled as he shut the door. He pushed his lips back against yours. He had no intention of having sex with you which was a first. He just wanted to make-out with you till the sun rose.

He couldn’t let you go, his body was disobeying him. He wanted to hug you tightly, having you fit so perfectly under his arm. “I wonder where y/n went.. and Happy, and Tig” you hurd Juice talk to half sack. “Let me go..” he looked you in the eyes as he set you down gently. You grabbed the bottle from him, hiding it in your leather jacket. You walked away, quickly going to Gemmas Pop.

Next Morning

You finished frying the eggs and bacon. You set the table for two and dished up the food. You poured two cups of coffee and put out the creamer. Jax walked out in only a towel. “Damn! And you can cook?” He chuckled taking a sip of his coffee. “Yum what kind of coffee is this?” laughing at his face “The good kind.” He nodded sipping more. “Let me go put on some clothes.” “Alright prince.” There was a knock at the door. “Y/N get behind me.” “Prince.. your in a towel, what are you going to fight someone off with? Your nudity?” you grabbed your gun from your pajama waist band. Jax opened the door and seen Happy there. You slid your gun away walking back to the table. “Hey Hap!” Jax clapped his brother on the back. “Dude get some clothes on..” Jax laughed winking at you. “Alright nakey, food is getting cold.” Jax disappeared to his bedroom. “Did you fuck my Pres?” you looked up at him, standing up. You slapped him across the face hard. He put his hand over where you slapped looking at you shocked. “Even if I did fuck him, it would be no where near what you did to me.” Jax reappeared in jeans with his boxers poking though and no t-shirt. He sat at the chair next to you. “Hap pull up a chair, y/n made a lot of food!” Happy nodded, grabbing a plate from the cupboard. He dished up some food.

“Kozik is going to kill me for kissing you..” Happy spoke lowly, shoving a piece of toast with eggs in his mouth. “If it ment nothing, no reason to tell him. If it ment something, then he will just threaten you.” Happy looked up at you. “Did it mean anything to you?” you sat down, drinking some of your coffee. “Yeah, it did. However I can shut the feelings off. I have known you for a bit and I enjoy you.” Smiling Happy nodded to you. “Same here.” “Good, then let me get those crumbs off your face.” You grabbed a napkin, wiping his mouth. “You can cook too.. fuck you’re the whole damn package.” Happy smiled at you. “Only thing missing is me losing thirty pounds.” Happy looked at you. “Bullshit, do not change.” He pulled your chair to him. Grabbing your face in his hands. He kissed your lips gently, his hands sliding to your ass. “You know how hard it is to see this walk away from me. You look so good coming to me and so good walking away.” Rolling your eyes you got off him punching him in the arm. “Ow..” he faked pain.

Happy put his dish in the sink, you following him. “Y/N, we are all going to the lake for some swimming. Come along! Kozy would have fun!” you smiled at how Jax knew the way to your heart was your dog. Little did he know your shattered heart was still in the hands of the man that stood next to him. “Sure.” You nodded to Jax. “You coming Hap?” Happy nodded. “I am going to have to get a swim suit maybe. Gotta check my luggage.” “You can always find one at the mall with my mom before we go.” Jax spoke as he walked down the hall. “Can we please talk..” Happy lifted your chin gently. You slapped his hand away, walking down the hall after Jax. “JAx I am gunna go to the mall.”

“Wow! Sexy!!” Lyla and Gemma whistled to you. Laughing, you looked in the mirror and smiled at yourself. “Alright, this one. Of course the most expensive but at least I will have a swim suit!” you changed and paid for the swim suit. Getting back to TM you seen Kozy laying at Tigs feet sleeping. “Kozy, ready to go swimming?” The dog woke up stretching. He ran to you, wagging his tail.

Getting to the lake, you helped everyone unpack and get settled. You slid off your shirt and shorts. You didn’t realize Jax, Juice and Happy had been staring. Happy almost choked on his own breath. You wore a two piece that pushed your breasts up and straps wrapped around your midsection. The tattoos on your body, added to your personality’s. Happy looked at his brothers losing their shit over you. You put on a large hat and sunglasses to go with it. You walked to the grill helping half sack start it. He fumbled a few times as you helped him, looking like a fool in Happys eyes. No one here could handle you, hell he barley could. Happy looked around and seen everyone getting comfortable. A few croweaters tagged along, flirting with the men. Happy watched as you talked to Gemma about the lake. You looked over the dock and seen how clean it was. Taking off your hat and sunglasses, you dove straight in. Kozy running off the dock next to you. You smiled, swimming around with the dog. You held his paws, as he trusted you to hold him up and float. “Hey Y/N has the right idea! Lets swim!” Lyla yelled. She ran off the dock, hopping in.

Soon the whole club was in the lake, splashing and swimming around. All the couples held each other in the water, the other guys holding on to their respective crow eater for the night. Getting out after about forty-five mintues. Kozy had already gotten out and took a nap on a blanket next to the fire and grill, hoping some food would fall. You walked into the cabin, finding a towel. Walking into the bathroom, you seen the door shut behind you. Happy stood there, water dripping from his ripped body. The sight alone made your mouth water. “Enough y/n. Quit dodging me!” he growled at you. “I wouldn’t have to if you left me alone..” you shivered slightly since the air-conditioning was on in the cabin. Happy grabbed a towel from the top shelf where you could not reach, wrapping it around you tightly. He grabbed your arms looking at you. “I am so.” “Happy?! Y/N? Are either one of you in there?” Lyla banged on the door. “Yeah!” you moved passed Happy, taking off the towel, opening the door and handing the towel to Lyla. “Good thing grumpy here is tall enough to grab the damn towels!” you fake laughed sliding passed her. Lyla looked at Happys irritated and pained expression. “Happy.. do you know Y/N?” he nodded slightly to her.

After you left, Happy told Lyla everything. She was unsure why he was telling her. He made her promise to not tell anyone else till he knew what was going to happen. “Hey Happy!” Kozik appeared, pulling up on his motorcycle. Happy grabbed Kozik quickly, dragging him into the cabin. He looked round to make sure no one was there. “You gotta leave.. y/n is here… Gemma asked her to come help out because of this business she had.. if she sees that you have known where I have been.. “She is going to hate both of you forever?” you walked in looking at Kozik and Happy. Your hands started to shake, you covered your mouth as tears sprang to your eyes. “I… I asked you thousands of times if you knew where he was… I get he is your fucking brother… but.. I have known you since elementary!” Kozik took a step forward and you backed away. “Sis please..” “All those nights I cried on your shoulder… all those days you picked me off the floor with a bottle of tequila in my hand… you knew the truth..” Kozik tried to take another step towards you and you backed up again. Your heart was clenching, you anxiety peaking. You fell to the ground clutching your heart and chest. Kozik jumped to you, putting his hand on your back. You swatted him away. Lyla walked in seeing you on the ground. She put the dots together from what Happy told her. “Get the FUCK away from her!” Lyla looped your arm around her and helped you walk outside. Everyone too busy playing to notice you, Lyla and Kozy getting in your Jeep. Lyla went through your purse seeing prescription meds for anxiety pills. She grabbed your water and handed it to you. You took the pills, still shaking, water slightly spilling on you. “Happy told me everything..” you looked at her and nodded, figuring that out when she helped you. “I am so sorry hunny..” Lyla brushed your hair out of your face. She helped you lay in the back of your jeep. She ran to grab a blanket and pillow.

“Let me see her Lyla!” Happy walked back and forth pacing. It had been an hour since all of this happened. He slammed his fist into the table. “No. she needs to rest. Kozy is with her” Kozik frowned. She named her dog after him, he was so happy when he found out. Kozik stood up and walked to the door. “If you fucking wake her, I will let Tig kill you.” Kozik nodded going to talk to the rest of the club to get his mind off of it.

You woke up, Kozy snuggled against you. His head on your chest to calm you. You sat up kissing his head as it moved. You got out of the Jeep feeling slightly numb. You walked to the bonfire whispering to Gemma. “Hey Gemma, I got a call from someone in town wanting to meet me for my services. I am gunna head back. I will get a hotel!” Gemma nodded smiling that you where sticking around more. You waved to everyone and walked into the cabin, packing your things. “Are you really going for that or are you running?” “Oh you mean like you? Naw I don’t run away like a little ass bitch!” You got into Happys face. You where sick of feeling things. Anger took over completely. “Remember when you left.. you never,.. ever loved me… I was just for fun..” Putting your stuff in the jeep, you drove off.

#sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine #soa #soa imagine #lyla #opie #gemma #jax #happy #juice #tig #halfsack

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wellyfullofale · 7 years ago

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#147 haha much love :)

147. Zombies aren’t real, Ipromise

Set during Home Farm week.

It wasn’t just the sex.

Clearly, the sex had been great – it always was, after all.

They’d both revelled in the fact that they’d been able tomake as much noise as they wanted, and that there had been no chance of someoneinterrupting them half way through, and they’d loved the rare luxury of havingan actual bed to do it on, time and time again.

But, besides the sex, it had been about so much more thanthat.

It had been about them being able to be together, properly, for the first time.

It was about the moments in between the sex.

The parts where they got to have a go at being ‘normal’, asRobert had almost offensively put it.

It turned out, ‘normal’ was them ordering a pizza andbickering over the merits of Robert’s questionable DVD collection as theydecided which one to watch.

‘Normal’ was Robert appearing at the bedroom door eachmorning with a coffee made exactly as Aaron liked it; Robert knowing he took anextra sugar in the morning just to help himself get prepared for the day.

‘Normal’ was joining each other in the shower – not for theobvious reason – but just because it was goodand comfortable and intimate to do it; to wash each other’sbody and watch the suds flowing over soft skin.

‘Normal’ was perfect, they both came to realise; even if thewords went unspoken.

And as Aaron slumped down on the sofa – wearing his joggingbottoms and one of Robert’s plain white t-shirts – he knew he didn’t want ‘normal’to end; feeling the pain of reality approaching fast as the week went by,wondering whether tonight would be his last night here before Chrissiereturned.

Robert walked through from the kitchen with two plates piledhigh with steak, chips, onion rings and a salad that he knew Aaron wouldimmediately turn his nose up at. He was smiling at Aaron’s reaction before he’deven seen it.

“Salad?” Aaron questioned as he rolled his eyes.

“Yes,” Robert replied with a smirk. “With home cooked chipsand a medium rare fillet steak from the butchers in Hotten – the best piece ofmeat you’ll ever taste.”

Aaron raised his eyebrows playfully as Robert passed him hisplate. They were eating on the sofa – something they’d done all week, and thatthey knew would make Chrissie mad – but it wasn’t like they’d been following anyother rules that week either.

Robert laughed, realising his own innuendo.

“You’ve got a filthy mind, Aaron Livesy,” he purred with awink.

Aaron snuffed out a laugh, eating a chip with his fingers.

“What we watching, then?” Aaron asked as Robert picked upthe TV remote and flicked through Netflix.

“My pick tonight,” Robert smirked as he looked across atAaron and raised his eyebrows. “After I had to sit through your Danny Dyertrash last night.”

Aaron rolled his eyes as he watched Robert flicking throughthe categories, until he landed on a stream of zombie films and startedscanning left to right instead of up and down.

Aaron groaned.

“What?” Robert teased.

They smiled together in that casual, comfortable way thatthey’d found was becoming more and more natural to them over the past week.

“Zombie films?” Aaron questioned as he shook his head. “Aren’tyou a bit old for all that?”

Robert took offence at that, opening his mouth as he threw acushion in Aaron’s direction.

Aaron laughed as he ducked to avoid it.

“Just because that one the other night made you all jumpy,”Robert teased back, alive with the memory of Aaron jumping out of his skinafter he’d fallen asleep on Robert’s chest and been woken up abruptly by thesound of a zombie on screen.

“Shut up,” Aaron dismissed him, cheeks tinging pink abovehis widening grin.

“Ah, bless,” Robert continued, enjoying the way this wasbringing out that smile on Aaron’s face – the one he was sure only he got tosee; the one reserved for moments like this, behind closed doors, when he couldbe truly at ease. “Don’t worry, Zombies aren’t real, I promise. And if they doattack, I’ll protect you.”

Aaron raised his eyebrows at that, throwing the cushion backin Robert’s direction.

“As if,” he laughed dismissively, settling in to eat histea, plate resting precariously atop a cushion that probably cost more than hisentire wardrobe. “Can’t imagine you’d be much good in a crisis, anyway. You’dbe too busy collecting up anything valuable and making sure they don’t smashyour car up.”

Robert laughed – a genuine kind of laugh that had been soalien to him not so long ago.

“I think I’dmanage to tear myself away to make sure you’re alright,” he retorted with anair of sarcasm and an attempt at appearing aloof. “It’d be worth it to makesure of the lifetime supply of blow jobs in gratitude.”

“Twat,” Aaron smirked as Robert returned his attention tothe TV screen, satisfied that he’d won and picking a film from the list.

The orchestral sound of the intro filled the room, and Aaronstruggled to wipe the smile from his face as he sliced into his – admittedly –perfectly cooked steak.

About an hour later, when they’d finished their tea and lefttheir plates stacked on the coffee table, and after Robert had invited Aaron overto his side of the sofa, and when they’d slowly blended themselves togetherinto a perfect bundle of intertwined limbs and soft, gentle kisses against exposedskin, Aaron realised that maybe he could live with the odd zombie film, if hegot to watch them all like this.

#robron #robron fic #tash writes fic #drabbles prompts #home farm week #affari era

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harrieheaux · 8 years ago

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Building Forts

heyyyy so this started like months ago but I’m the worst so i’m just now finishing it. I’ve been terrible about updating for you guys so hopefully some of you are still around to read it! haha thanks in advance and if you liked it please consider liking/reblogging blah blah blah. okay enjoy x

You’re straddling his lap, the warm balmy air of the ocean wafting in through the sliding glass doors that open nearly the length of the whole wall. The sheet is rucked up haphazardly around your hips and his and you can see a very light sheen of sweat on his upper lip though you’re not sure if it’s from the tropical heat or from the sex you’d just recently finished.

Forts. Somehow on a romantic vacation to the most exquisite location you’d ever seen in your life the conversation between you two fully grown adults had turned to forts.

“I just never got to at home!” You defend, taking in Harry’s offended look with indignation, it wasn’t your fault that your mother wouldn’t let you construct a house of sheets in your living room as a child.

“Tha’s bollocks,” he grumbled.

You giggle at his disbelief, scratching your fingernails lightly across his chest.

“I’ll teach yeh,” he tells you, a slow grin stretching across his cheeks.

“Teach me what?” you ask cluelessly, surely he can’t be talking about…

“To build a fort, o’course,” Harry says definitively.

“You can’t be serious,” you laugh, “Here? We’ll trash the room!”

“We won’t,” he assures you, “C’mon, lemme show yeh!”

“Well…” you trail off, already nearly convinced as he’s tapping at your hips impatiently as he waits for you to dismount his thighs.

You don’t have time to argue even if you wanted to however, because Harry’s soon shooing you off the bed and pulling impatiently at the sheets there to pile near his feet. His hands find his hips as he assesses the furniture in the room, no doubt mentally mapping how best to construct this makeshift fort.

You, however, are a teensy bit distracted by the not so teensy part of his anatomy currently on full display and hanging proudly between his legs. You’ve not been together so long that you’re desensitized to the sight of his penis, not that hopefully you ever will be, and it’s nearly impossible to look anywhere else at the moment.

He catches you with a sly grin, rolling his eyes in an exaggerated motion and reaching down to dig his boxers out from beneath the messy sheets. You blush a little, acting fast to catch the shirt he tosses you to cover your own bare frame.

“Now we’re even,” he mumbles, moving in the direction of the couch along the wall adjacent to the bed.

“You want to move it?” you ask incredulously.

Harry looks mildly offended at your questioning, “‘Course Bun, how else are we gonna make it?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug, “I just thought you like drape sheets over stuff.”

“Tha’s only one part,” he tells you sagely, nodding you over to grab the other arm of the chair, “s’heavy, can you lift it?”

You manage, with great difficulty on your end, to move the sofa more near the middle of the room, now catty corner to the desk at the end of the bed.

“We’ll put the biggest sheet ‘ere,” Harry directs while moving the desk chair so it was facing the couch with a wide space in the middle, “And another one will go between these two and over the TV.”

“Will they be big enough?” you ask him, pulling a sheet from the pile and attempting to make sense of where all the corners were.

“Trust me,” he winks, grabbing the sheet beneath yours and beginning to drape it over the desk and couch to demonstrate what he means, “gonna have to call for more sheets though.”

Harry takes the reigns on the remainder of the construction and within a span of 20 minutes and one large delivery of sheets from housekeeping he’s managed to pull together what looks like an extremely dangerous and haphazard pile of junk. The sheets are held down by precarious bits of decorations, tucked into cushions and drawers and even tied around posts. “Go on,” he urges, beaming with pride that is unmatched to what you see before you.

“Is it safe?” you ask him earnestly.

“What’d I tell yeh before, hmm? Gotta trust me,” Harry reminds you, nudging you to the space where there’s a small opening from the edges that drape over to the floor.

Getting on all fours, you humph as you start to crawl beneath the shelter, though you’re immediately taken aback by the contrast inside.

Harry chose to lay down the large comforter on the ground beneath the fort with all the pillows bunched up together facing the television. It still plays quietly in the background, filling the small space with a blue tinted light. When you’ve crawled all the way inside, Harry begins to nudge his way in too, army crawling up to rest near you on the pillow nest he’d designed.

“Well?” he asks you eagerly, eyes wide with earnest inquiry.

“It’s actually cozy,” you smile, looking around and quite enjoying the closed in feeling, surrounded by white linen walls on each side.

“S’not even the best part!” Harry tells you excitedly, reaching above your heads to pull the room service menu off the desk, “We can order some food and watch a film under here too!”

“You’re so excited!” you giggle, teasing him for his boyish wonder over the little fort.

“Just used to love these as a kid, me and Gem made them all the time.”

While your mind runs wild with that adorable image he opens the menu and starts perusing. Reaching once again above your heads, Harry pulls the room phone off the hook dialing 0 for room service.

“Hi, can I get the margherita flatbread, please, and some onion rings, and two tropical smoothies…oh and the ribeye sandwich… how about the roadhouse burger? Babe?”

You look at him incredulously, wondering if he’s inviting several unexpected guests to dine with you in the fort though you’re not sure where they’d fit.

“That’s a lot of food, Harry!” you giggle as he waves you off and wraps up his conversation with room service.

“You’ll need yer energy,” he winks as he places the phone back on the hook, ducking in to nibble at your neck with a growl and making you collapse in another fit of giggles.

An hour and three thousand calories later and you’re almost sure you’ll never move again. Harry keeps trying to give you sips of his banana smoothie but you think you’ll puke if you take so much as one more ounce. The food had been pure junk and absolutely delicious and much too heavy for the both of you. He’s tucked you into his arm to watch another film and you’ve taken to counting the freckles dotted along his bloated tummy. You give him a harder poke near his ribs just to make him squirm and look down at you with a snarl on his smoothie mustached lips. Brows heavy and furrowed over his deep green eyes he looked nearly delectable, you found it impossible to stop yourself from reaching up to give him a little kiss. You should have known that it’s never just a little kiss with Harry though. Because although you may be finished, Harry ducks down two, three, four more times to button his lips over yours, each time more forceful than the last. And soon his arm that was once hanging limply around your back is searchingly squeezing at the skin of your waist, attempting to pull you tighter against him.

“Can’t,” you groan against his attempts, “too full!”

“Wan’ you,” he whines, but it’s clear he’s just as affected when you attempt to roll him into you.

His moan is not of the sexy variety as his body weight shifts onto his stomach. Harry groans into the pillow near his head, shifting back on the blanket covered floor and reaching out to take your hand in his.

He giggles out a, “Didn’t think this through.”

You can’t help but join in scooching just slightly closer so you can nuzzle at the sparrows on his chest. His grasp moves from your hand to the back of your head, kissing your hairline as your giggles die out.

“Could like this,” he murmurs quietly, you nearly miss it as your attention had been directed back to the tv in the quiet moments prior.

You hum at him in question, leaning away from his chest to catch his eyes. His answer is merely to hitch your leg over his hips, smirking down at you while his hand wanders where your body is hidden from him beneath the shirt.

“You just got some two hours ago,” you mumble, brain preoccupied with the laser focus it’s giving to the mapping his fingers are doing across the cheeks of your bum.

Harry’s grin is contagious, “Can’t get enough, Bun.”

His hands wander up your back as you bite your lip against a smile. Each teasing touch or rub against your bare skin an invitation, an attempt to sway you in his direction. His eyes light with mischief as he gets a soft whimper out of you, his thumb having brushed against your sensitive nipple. Harry’s eyes are hooded, locked on yours as he begins to angle his hips against yours with his grip loose on you.

It’s not what you’re used to, a maddeningly frantic descent into passion with breathless panting and grips that leave bruises. It’s slow and lazy almost, taking pauses between grinding down onto him for long languid kisses and soft touches. But that same fire is still present in his eyes and bubbling low between your legs as the hardening line of his covered cock rubs against you.

“I’ll do all the work, Love,” he whispers into you the skin beneath your ear, “please.”

You realize he still thinks you need convincing, the thought nearly comical now with how you’ve heated under his small attentions.

Instead of answering your fingers tuck into the waistband of his briefs, shimmying them down his legs and hmphhing when the bend makes you remember the fullness of your belly. He huffs out a gentle laugh at that, kicking them off his legs for you and gently rolling you so you faced away from him. His hand comes to rest at the fullness of your belly and you grunt, furrowing your brows in annoyance.

“M’ little roly poly,” he coos against the juncture of your shoulder and neck and you can’t help but laugh at his joke.

Both of you are bloated and you can feel Harry’s rounded stomach where the taut toned muscles would normally be against your spine. Instead of giving him a retort, you turn your head to find his puffy pink lips, sharing lazy kisses as his strong, tanned hand skims across your flesh. His fingers dance across the plane of your chest, cupping and kneading softly at first one breast, then the other. You mewl when he rolls one nipple between his forefinger and thumb, unable to stop yourself from clutching at his wrist. Your other arm grabs gratuitous handfuls of his bum, squeezing at the taut muscles in a fruitless attempt to bring him ever closer, his hard cock already rutting against the back of your thighs.

“Ready fo’ me?” he intones against your lips, fingers sneaking down to flick between your folds and feel for himself.

He hums when he feels how wet you’ve gotten, smiling into your neck while he’s once again lifting and angling your outside leg, propping your foot against the bed sheets near his knee.

“Comfortable?” he asks you, fingers a ring around the base of him, already petting teasingly between your legs.

You barely manage a whimper of agreement, biting both your lips between your teeth as just the head of him slides inside you.

It’s a long torturous glide, feeling every inch of him splitting you open as you try not to clench down around him. When he finally reaches the hilt you both let out tense sighs, his ruffling the hair that’s now stuck to your neck. The slow drag of him, when his hips pull back, is enough to have you whimpering out, knee shaking and hand twisting in the sheet near your head.

“Feel tha’, love? Every inch o’ me fillin’ yeh up?”

You nod with your eyes screwed shut, mesmerized by the tantalizing push and pull of his slow thrusts. Your tummy contracts in time with his movements and your eyes are nearly swimming with the overwhelming sensation. His scent surrounds you and you feel the breaths he takes in and out of his nose against the shell of your ear.

“Feel like I could….ungh!” You cried out, Harry’s rhythm changing, grinding up in a circle at the deepest point of you.

“M’ barely movin’” he huffs against you, “Gonna cum just from this?”

“Yeah…yeah…” you shake your head vigorously, now pushing your hips back against him to meet him thrust for thrust.

He stays deep at your admission, alternating with little circles of his hips that make him hit just where you need him to be. His leg hitching up next to your shaking one to help him get a better angle. You cry out when he grasps at your opened knee, pulling it hard against his and thrusting with more accuracy.

“Fucking shit,” you gasp out, in shock at how quickly he’s gotten you to the edge. But here you are and just a little more will surely have you toppling over.

With Harry’s increasing grunts rumbling through your shoulder you reach between your trembling legs. Rubbing the pattern that always gets you off as you whimper.

The noise Harry makes when you finally clamp down around him is inhuman, like all the air was punched from his lungs at once. You cry out as the stars explode between your eyelids and you dig craters into Harry’s taut bum with your nails.

“Squeezin’ me,” he wheezes out against the shell of your ear, “Bloody FUCKIN tight.”

You’re a whining, whimpering mess, his thrusts almost unbearable against your sensitive nerves. Still, you’re overcome with the need for him to cum, to paint you with his desire, to mark you somehow.

“Cum on me,” you mewl, and you hear a sharp intake of breath as his hips stutter, “Cum on my ass.”

He whines, “Don’…please…”

You feel his resolve crumbling, his thrusts nearly erratic, “I want it, please baby, please Harry. Gimme it.”

The last of your request is merely a breathy whine, indistinguishable over the slapping of your hips.

At the last second, he pulls out, shoving you roughly onto your stomach and painting your bum with the milky strands of him.

It’s warm and sticky and almost immediately starts running between your cheeks but the look on Harry’s face as you look over your shoulder is worth it.

He stares in awe at your painted flesh, letting out a huffing breath as his lips curl into that characteristic smirk.

“Fuck,” he smiles, the only word he can form with his wide searching eyes drinking it all in.

It makes you blush a little, the fact that you could have this effect on the greek God behind you. He catches you and it makes him smile, folding over you to growl playfully into the hollow of your neck.

“Oof!” you exclaim when you receive the entirety of his weight, “still full!”

“Sorry, love,” he slurs, popping a soft kiss to the side of your cheek, “Lemme clean yeh up.”

His weight is lifted and you take a shallow breath in, looking back once again to watch his lithe form waltzing for the bathroom through the opening of the fort. You giggle into your hand, seeing that a Nicholas Sparks movie has just started on the television.

“Hurry!” you call out for him, “Notebook’s starting!”

“Nicky Spee!” he whoops, popping back in the room with craters for dimples.

He’s a bloody idiot, but you think you’ll keep him.

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la-appel-du-vide · 6 years ago

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THAILAND 2019 - Day Nine {Phuket}

We had actually planned ahead for Phuket, which is unlike us haha. Usually we sort of plan as we go, but this time we had arranged tours for both of our full days. We had a scheduled pick-up time for 8:45, so I set my alarm for 8:00. For whatever reason, it’s way easier to go to bed early and wake up early here. We wake up on our own usually around 7 everyday, but I set an alarm just to be safe. It’s definitely not like that at home. If I have to get up before 10, I hate myself.

Sure enough, I woke up after a terrible night’s sleep on a piece of CEMENT and went to get my phone (because if you remember, the only outlets that work are in the freaking kitchen). It was like 7:45, and we were just lounging around, because we knew we had a whole hour before we needed to be down in the lobby waiting. I decided to check my email, and that’s when the panic set in. I had an email from the tour company from 30 minutes ago, saying our driver was there and that we needed to go down ASAP. I also had a missed call from a Thai phone number. FULL PANIC set-in, and we jumped out of bed, threw on whatever swimsuit and clothes were closest, grabbed as much stuff as we could think we might need in like a minute, and full sent it downstairs. We were upset, because we didn’t think it was fair for them to tell us one time, and then change it last minute. We were pretty sure they wouldn’t have waited that long for us – it had been like 45 minutes at that point – but thought we’d check anyway. Sure enough, no cars were waiting when we got down there. We were super upset, so I tried to call the company to find out what could be done. Luckily, when she answered, she told me she had sent that email to us instead of another group by mistake, and that she was calling to correct it. So we panicked for nothing, and still had our original pick-up time of 8:45. We went back up to the room to reorganize and regroup for a few minutes, and then we went down to meet our driver, who was there right on time. (;

It was a short ride over to the marina, where we were greeted with a minimal, but still nice, complimentary continental breakfast. We ate some muffins and fruit, purchased water shoes and waterproof cell phone cases for the tour, and then headed down to the boat docks. We had a three-engine speed boat waiting for us. We sat in the back, and enjoyed a very quick (it’s a super-fast boat!) ride over to our first stop of the day, Koh Khai island. This was a pretty crowded island. There were a lot of tourists there already for that early in the morning, especially since there aren’t any hotels on the island and it’s more of a day-trip destination. We were given an hour of free time there. We started off with a full send into the beautiful water. We had snorkel gear, so we tried to swim around and see what there was to see there, but with so many boats and so many swimmers, there was so much dust you couldn’t see anything unless it was directly in front of your face. We did see a lot of sea urchins though, and they spooked us. We were pretty glad we had decided to get the water shoes, because those suckers would really hurt to step on. It was a failed snorkeling effort overall, besides seeing a couple of fish.

We hopped out of the water, and wandered around the island, and took some photos while we were at it. All the rocks are covered in clam shells/mussels or something, and they hurt if you touch them so we had to be careful. Then our time was up, so we made our way back to our base camp to meet our group. We had a couple extra minutes, so we ordered some smoothies from the beach bar – bad news, they were terrible.

Then back to the boat! Next stop? James Bond island! This was the part of the tour that I was definitely most excited about. James Bond island is one of the most iconic landmarks of Thailand. It’s in all the pictures you see! It’s called that because a scene in one of the James Bond movies was filmed here. We pulled up to the shore, and had to climb up some steps to the other side of the island to get our first glimpse of James Bond island! It was just as stunning as all of the pictures. I was floored. This world is such a gorgeous place, and I’m so happy to get to see so much of it.

We walked down to the water, took some photos, and enjoyed swimming around for a while. All too soon, it was time to head back to the boat. It was a moment though I won’t soon forget.

We drove around to look at the other side of James Bond island by boat, and then jetted off to Gypsy Island, which I think is actually called Ko Panyi. But it’s a cute nickname. This was a super interesting island for us! This is a residential island and about 1400 people live there. All the houses are built on stilts over the water, they have a school and a floating soccer field, and though everything seems to be falling apart and a little ghetto when you really look at the houses closely, it’s really a beautiful place to live! We started out with lunch at the New Fern restaurant. We had another Thai buffet style lunch, and it was actually really good, even though we were super nervous about it. I ate fried rice with sweet and sour chicken/vegetables on it, onion rings, and some delightful watermelon. You never know how the Thai food will be, it’s hit and miss, but we enjoyed this lunch. Then we got to wander around the village. We saw some cute little Thai babies in Kindergarten, in the middle of their school lessons, we saw the floating soccer fields, wandered through the rows of homes, and even bought some real pearl earrings! I guess this area is abundant in pearls, so they sell them for much cheaper than we could get them at home. We picked out some really pretty ones, and we are excited to wear them.

Then, what do you know, back to the boat! (;

Next up, was kayaking through caves in Phang Nga National Park! We drove a little ways, and then met a blow-up kayak stand in the middle of the bay. We debated bringing our phones, but were worried the kayak would capsize and we’d lose them, so we didn’t. And boy do we regret it. We’ve got to stop doing this. From now on, the rule is always to take the phone. We hopped in a kayak and had an employee in the back to paddle us around. He took us through some caves into what reminded me a lot of the Mexican cenote. It was gorgeous blue water, surrounded by rock walls with lots of plants growing down, and it was just stunning. We had to duck a bit going through the caves, because the stalactites were hanging down so low. Super cool experience, I just wish I had some photos. Then he paddled us around a little more outside the caves, and it was super relaxing. When he took us back to the dock, it was free time for swimming. We grabbed some life jackets and jumped right in. While we aren’t big fans of the salt water, we freaking love swimming here. The water temperature is perfect and refreshing, not to mention so pretty, and we just floated around for about 30 minutes really enjoying ourselves before it was time to head out.

The nice thing about this tour company too, is that throughout the day, they’d offer us cold water bottles, Coke and Fanta for free, and occasionally fruit as well. That was a nice plus.

Our driver drove us around more of Phang Nga Bay, to see some more of the 42 islands in the park, and then we headed back to the marina. It really amazes me that of this vast ocean, the driver knows exactly where to go. I can’t imagine looking at all this water that looks the same and having any sense of direction tbh.

We got back to the marina, loaded our stuff up, and walked back over to the tourist office. They had us fill out surveys, and then they took us back to our hotel. Between all the swimming, sand, and insane wind on the boat, our hair was not in good shape. But we were already wet, and already dressed for it, so we went up to the roof to check out our swimming pool.

Ok, I know I’ve hated on this hotel a lot, but honestly, the pool was literally the greatest thing I’ve ever experienced, and it might have made the bad stuff worth it. It was this gorgeous infinity pool on the roof, with perfectly crystal-clear FRESH water, of the most amazing temperature. Swimming in nice water with the most amazing view? Yeah, that’s my dream. It was the perfect way to unwind after a busy day. We swam around for a while, and I just loved it so much. I’m obsessed with being in the water. I even found a flower for my hair. (;

Then we headed back to our room to shower. It was nice to clean our hair up after all the trauma we put it through, haha.

We were starving at this point, but didn’t really want to walk back down to the Pizza Company, so we went and asked Ms. Jub if there was a nearby mall we could go to. She called us a taxi to take us there, and it was such a gorgeous mall. We were a bit under-dressed haha.

We found a place called Lucky 13 Sandwich, and decided to eat there. It was super good, actually, and a nice change from what we’ve been eating. Then we rounded out the night with a DQ cone, of course. (;

We texted Ms. Jub and she sent the taxi back for us. We did a few little housekeeping items, but then it was bed time, because we had an even earlier morning ahead…

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ddrkirbyisq · 6 years ago

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I've spent the greater portion of the past two =days= cleaning and organizing stuff. Phew! I don't even remember how I started down this path anymore, it was like one little thing where I was like "oh well, also trash day is coming up so I should also probably take care of this other thing that I've been meaning to and -- oh, while I'm at it, I guess I could really go through this other thing and ..." and before I knew it I was embarking on a total rehaul of boxes, drawers, and everything. I'm very pleased at what I've been able to accomplish so far though! I've sent a bunch of things off to recycling / landfill (related: I've also realized I'm not nearly as savvy as I should be on recycling and trash practices, so I'm starting to try to learn my way around that), marked other things for donating or giving away, moved a bunch of things around, and tried to declutter as well as reorganize so things make more sense. No huge changes; all the furniture is still in the same place after all, but for example I had this stack of huge boxes and junk in the corner of my office before; all of that has either gotten thrown away, packed into sensible boxes in the back of my bedroom closet, or in storage in the garage where it isn't cluttering an actual room that I use. I tackled quite a number of things including but not limited to: - Redoing drawers in my office. They're much better organized now. Also my stationary and letter sets are much easier to get at without digging through piles of it). - Shuffling some things around in my dresser drawers and rethinking how I fold some of my clothes. When clothing and accessories are not easily accessible it becomes easy to just forget they exist and never make use of them, so I tried to push all of the "only use once in a while" winter gear and stuff way to the back, and moved all my hairties and such from my office to my bedroom dresser -- after all I should think about those as I am getting dressed along with the rest of my outfit. - Repacked my box of boxes (not a big deal, it was already pretty ok, but still), and more importantly, completely redid the huge "bag of bags" that I use to keep all of my cute sanrio bags in (for gifting). It's now a "box of bags", and they're roughly sorted by size so I can flip through and get a bag of the appropriate size instead of just trying to dig through a whole mess. I also put my bubble mailers in the same box, yay! - Coalesced some of my Magic: the Gathering stuff. I have a ton of unopened boosters that are still nice to have, as well as a cube and a battle box, etc, but they're all sort of in one place instead of three different places, and I've thrown out a bunch of the packaging material and boxes and such that aren't really useful to me at all. - Washed the bedsheets...dusted the floors...etc. - Trying to air out a bunch of the scarves that unfortunately inherited the smell of a candle that they were packed together with while moving a long time ago. In general there was a lot of switching from "big pile of things stacked on top of each other" to "horizontal stack of things so I can flip through and access any individual thing easily". One thing I might still try is rotating the couch 90 degrees (same corner) as that might actually make the office feel a bit more opened up. I'll have to see how it feels though. I'm still not really done; I have a whole pile of charms and decorations that I took off of old bags (in addition to ones that I just have had the whole time) and would like to find a way to display them sensibly. My office has a nice gridded display bookcase thing but it's sort of a big mess right now, so I will be looking to reshuffle that around and hopefully turn it back into a nice display. I'm also entertaining the idea using some command hooks to hang charms on, but we'll see about that. Anyways, I haven't really been accomplishing much else these past couple of days, but on the flipside I feel really productive and like I'm doing really satisfying work. I feel great about myself for taking care of all of this stuff. It's not just the cleaning and organization either; I'm also trying to work at better practices for other things, for example I'm trying to get the hang of using a kitchen towel while I'm working in the kitchen instead of always relying on the sink and/or paper towels. I'm still trying to wrap my head around a workflow that works for that, but I'm sure once I figure it out (?) it will make things go a lot more smoothly. Speaking of cooking, I tried making seared duck breast tonight! I don't often do food blogging, but hey, why not? Got inspired to try cooking duck breast after having it at Tanto (a tasty Japanese restaurant), and followed some of the basic directions from the Serious Eats writeup of searing duck breast. It turned out relatively well! This is my first time ever working with duck meat, but I think it seemed to be very forgiving in terms of timing because it has so much insulation on the skin/fat side. You can see in the photo I managed to get a pretty nice level of doneness almost all the way throughout, which was nice (of course, also used a thermometer to help me estimate). I didn't take a photo of it, but I knew that there would be a ton of rendered duck fat from the cooking, so planning for that I made some microwaved mashed potatoes with mushroom and just poured the duck fat all over it so it would soak into the potatoes for extra flavor. That worked out, though I think there was even TOO much fat really for that purpose. It also made for an extremely heavy meal, which is not necessarily a bad thing inherently, but I think I would have preferred something closer to the Tanto style where they serve it over a nice salad with thin (sweet) onion slices and daikon sprouts and other veggies. The duck breast felt kind of like a steak; it was an interesting combination of traits between chicken and beef. It did end up being a little chewy; I think two things I would change next time are to try to salt in advance next time (I'm assuming that duck meat, like other meats, will go through some tenderization via dry brining), as well slice much more thinly. I think I could be a little less heavy-handed on the salt next time, it didn't seem super salty at the time but afterwards I'm feeling it a little bit. For a long time I used fine-grained table salt out of a salt shaker but have since switched to measuring out coarse-grained salt by pinching it with my fingers, which is easier to see visually but I still need to calibrate downwards on the amount of salt that I need to use. You can see in the photo I made a pan sauce by deglazing my stainless steel pan with a bit of sake and then adding in some mirin and soy sauce and sugar -- this seemed to be a pretty common combination of ingredients for sauce to go with duck breast when I looked up Japanese recipes (this combination is also just common in Japanese cooking in general). It worked out alright, though I personally wasn't ecstatic about it. I did have some wasabi in the fridge (not authentic wasabi, but the green stuff that we make do with in the states) which I remember from Tanto going super well with the dish; the same was true here. Looking it up afterwards, these sorts of Tataki (seared meat/fish) dishes are often served with a ponzu sauce, so I'll probably try that next time. I don't think it's worth keeping yet =another= sauce container in the fridge so I'll probably just mix my own with soy sauce and some citrus juice. I've actually been into Japanese style salads recently, like with onion slices and daikon sprouts and such, so perhaps at some point I'll try to figure out how to put one of those together (which...honestly seems pretty simple, just figure out the dressing and then put veggies together). Anyways, pretty good experiment, all things considered. I ended up cooking two duck breasts (came in a pack of two) which of course is way too much to expect one human being to eat for a meal so I have another duck breast which I guess I can eat tomorrow for lunch if it's still good. Tomorrow night I actually have a quite fancy dinner outing courtesy of my family so that should be much more exciting than this, haha.

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canaryatlaw · 6 years ago

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alright peeps, it’s late so let’s get going here. today was pretty good! I feel like I’m still mentally adjusting to actually working five days a week lol since law school was a lot more varied as far as days went, then there was bar prep and then I did nothing for like a month, so the whole 9-5 thing is still fairly new. But I woke up to my alarm at 7 (like every other weekday), got ready and headed out. I was looking at my plan for the day and trying to figure out who I wanted to shadow, I saw I was on the dep in the afternoon for one of the lawyers that was in court this morning (I don’t think I’ve specified a nickname for her but I like her a lot, she’s only like 3 years older than me but seems to have her shit together and is a pretty competent attorney haha so she’s fun) so I texted her and asked if I could shadow her, she said yes but her first case wasn’t till 9:30, I got to the courthouse at like 8:45 (around when I get there every day) so I went to the Starbucks under the courthouse (have I explained the whole pedway thing? probably at some point) and hung out till like 9:15, at which point I went upstairs only to find a MASSIVE line for security, like it made a U around the whole lobby, way longer than it’s ever been before, apparently due to a large group of some people on some sort of field trip basically. so that was fun, but I still made it to the courtroom before the lawyer lol and was told to get a hold on the case, so I did, and then I ended up talking to OPC and he was saying totally different things and our lawyer was like well can you step up? and I was like ahhhhhhh I feel like that would not go well because he’s saying something different which will probably devolve into an argument in front of the judge and like that’s a /bad/ idea, so she called me and they spoke over the phone, and I convinced him to let us pass the case until she got there, which he was not particularly happy about but agreed to, and she got there not too long after the call started so that was good, but of course at that point it was almost time for the 10:00 am case she had in the courtroom on the floor below, so I got sent off to figure that one out, but fortunately another lawyer from our firm was free and able to step up on the case so I didn’t have to finagle some sort of peace until she could make it there. so that was a bit more exciting than expected, and then once that was over there were three more in a nearby courtroom, so I just drafted orders (they were out of carbon of course so I had to write each one out separately) until all of those were covered. the dep was at 1 and we had to prep the client beforehand so instead of going back to the office we stayed at the courthouse, initially up by the courtrooms where lawyer was working on something, then asked me to take a look and tell her what I thought. the thing ended up being a letter to some board of judicial authority recounting an incident from a trial her and the other lawyer who covered her case today were on yesterday where the judge was just a fucking nightmare and like, very clearly violated the clients due process rights like, BADLY, (basically defense can motion for a directed verdict after plaintiff gives all their evidence saying they haven’t proved it beyond the standard of proof, but this judge prompted then granted a DV in the middle of plaintiff’s evidence, which is like, absurd) and just a recounting of all of that craziness so I looked it over and added a few commas (her grammar was actually totally on point besides that, MUCH better than the majority of people I end up proofing for) (no offense to them at all most people aren’t great with grammar and that’s fine) and suggested she reorder a few things and switch to first person throughout instead of switching between first and third, so she did that and then sent it to one of the partners and a few others to see what they thought. After that we went back to the same Starbucks to grab food, I got one of their grilled cheese’s (surprise surprise) which are actually rather good, so we sat and ate before walking up the pedway then across the street to the building the dep was in. this was like, a super complicated case, way different than most of our cases where we’re just the plaintiff. basically the case involved a former employee of the firm who at the time was driving a car owned by the firm when he got into a car accident, and he was now suing the person who hit him, and that person then tried to pull the firm in as what’s called a third party defendant, basically to say we’re also liable because it was our car, but to establish that they’d have to establish he was acting in the scope of employment at the time. so this dep was for the former employee and his baby mama/ex-girlfriend who was his passenger at the time, given by the lawyer repping the guy who hit them, and also sat in by another lawyer who’s representing the firm and this guy (but not the girl) so we were more or less there in like, an advisory position, but basically acted as the deponent’s lawyer at that point. so there was a whole bunch of unimportant stuff, but when they got to the former employee they did their best to really, really grill him on the car issue (like “does the firm provide all their employees cars for their personal use???” which is of course a no), but he stuck to his guns and maintained it was for personal use at the time and he was off-duty, which should effectively get us dismissed from the case, so we were happy about that. it went super long though, and by the time we got out it was like, 4:45, so at that point our lawyer was like well I have to go back to the office to get this notarized but there’s no point in you going back to just leave ten minutes later, so we walked to the red line on the courthouse stop and like, the train was so much emptier than it is when I got on at the office stop (two stops north) at like 5:15, like I was amazed, and throughout the trip there was just so fewer people I was like shit man, I need to start ducking out early and taking this train because it’s so much better like it was ridiculous lol. so I ended up making really good time and was off the train by like 5:30. So I walked the normal route home, except I needed milk for the recipe I was going to make since the milk that was in my fridge expired 6 days ago (I went through a whole like “well it smells okay does that make it okay??” because I wouldn’t try it because I think just milk is gross, but then I was like okay 6 days is too long let’s not fuck with this) so instead of turning off main street where I usually do I kept walking to where the 7-11 was, only to find it gone and completely boarded up, which I guess I hadn’t seen because I usually don’t go this far down on this side. but no worries, it was right across the street from the Walgreens so it was easily remedied, and I just got milk from there and then headed home. I was making a cheesy mexican bowtie pasta recipe and only being slightly experimental, so of course it starts with actually cooking the pasta, so I did that, and then you combine the pasta, like two cups of “mexican blend” cheese, a can of cream of mushroom soup (random, but okay), a cup of milk, and what was supposed to be a cup of mild salsa, but I can’t really do any type of salsa (when I’m trying to demonstrate to people just what I mean when I say I can’t do *any* spice at all I’ll say like “mild salsa and up” is off limits basically) so I instead used tomato sauce and added some taco seasoning, hoping that it would turn out semi-decent. so you mix that all together and throw it in the oven, then after like 20 minutes you take it out and sprinkle french fried onions and more cheese on the top and then cook it again for another like 5 minutes. and it came out pretty good! I was pleased with it, so that was a win for me. As it was finishing Jess came over and we prepped for our shows while also serving dinner. she has to get up early tomorrow for a photo shoot with “friends” so we decided we’d just do the flash and black lightning, instead of those plus the gifted. so we watched the flash live first. pretty good episode, they’ve been solid so far this season, so that’s good to see after a not all that great season 4. Nora is great and her relationship with Barry and Iris so far has been very well-written and well-acted of course so that’s very enjoyable. They managed to humanize Cicada very well tonight in very little actual footage, which was honestly impressive. obviously the whole Cisco thing was the focus of the episode and I was confident they wouldn’t actually be killing him in an episode calling “the death of vibe” because that’s REALLY on the nose and I don’t think they were that bad, but there was a few seconds there where I started doubting it a bit, but I was happy to see he was just fine. As far as the new version of Wells and their whole jumping to conclusions about the first guy thing goes, I felt like I had to draw a comparison to how this is a perfect example of what happens when police narrow in on a suspect too early and discount evidence that doesn’t point to them because they are convinced of their guilt and will make the evidence fit the suspect, which leads to a great number of wrongful convictions in the US and is a pretty large systemic problem. but that’s my real life diatribe about this lol. Black Lightning afterwards was also strong, I still love Anissa’s storyline of stealing money from the drug dealers and such and bringing it to clinics and churches (even when I have to suspend my disbelief a bit regarding how you can actually use stolen money) so that was good. I don’t know what I think about Jennifer’s storyline right now, the whole thing with the person- I guess she’s supposed to be a shrink?- showing up out of nowhere and mentally taking her to a salon was at best rather weird, and I’m not sure why her normally sensible parents would’ve thought that was a good idea. but I mean, if she eventually starts to help her, that’ll be good at least. The storyline with Jefferson and the new (white) principal was only in a few scenes but oooooooooof did it make me mad, just a whole lot of bs going on there. As far as Tobias goes, of course that arrest they made at the end of the episode was wayyyyyyyyy too easy and it’s never going to be that simple (especially this early in the season) so I’m really just waiting for the other shoe to drop there). but yeah, overall strong episode I really enjoyed. Jess left after that so I watched the 911 episode I missed from yesterday, and holy jesus I was tearing up like crazy, that show is a tad ridiculous at times when they come up with crazy situations they have to rescue people from (but I mean, that’s any cop/firefighter/EMT show ever made), but they also do emotion extremely well, from Buck’s sister (whose name I don’t remember) dealing with PTSD and fear of a vengeful ex-husband to captain talking about his daughter and ultimately in the end being invited into the photo with his girlfriend’s family (I seriously know like two characters names and that’s like, it) was honestly such a perfectly done moment I was legit tearing up over it. So yeah, kudos to them for playing the emotions very, very well. After that I started getting ready for bed, at one point there were a series of loud bangs that sounded somewhat reminiscent of the whole “bullets vs fireworks” game but like, there was a LOT of them and they were VERY loud, so I tend to think it probably wasn’t gunfire unless someone was shooting like 40 bullets in 30 seconds for some reason in our relatively peaceful and quiet neighborhood, at 11 pm on a Tuesday night for that matter. So slightly concerning but probably nothing, at least nobody here was in danger. And yeah, finished the rest of my routine and now I’m here and oh boy did I mention I’m tired and it’s almost 1 am now?? I had a lot to say about today 🤷🏻‍♀️ lol but I’m good now, so I’m going to pass out and sleep for the next 6 hours while I can (major sigh, but can’t do anything about it now). Goodnight my loves. Hope you had a lovely Tuesday.

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All of them! These are so intriguing

I thought so myself! Okay here we go.. 1. What is your favorite author and favorite character that the author created? I have too many.2. What country do you live in?United States 3. Are you afraid of snakes?I do not like snakes, I scream like a little girl when I see them. 4. Michelangelo or Salvador Dali?Dali! 5. Have you ever eaten New York cheesecake?I don’t like cheesecake 6. Under what circumstances would you not admit to somebody that you miss them?If they weren’t showing me that they respected me, or loved me. 7. Zombies or vampires?Zombies. Resident Evil is my favorite 8. Have you ever played truth or dare?As a kid, yes. 9. Favorite season of the year?Summer…. or Fall 10. Would you prefer a sleepover at a friends house or camping out in the wild?Camping ⛺️ 11. Would you prefer a flyby of Jupiter or actually landing on the moon?Land on the moon. What an incredible experience! (I would be terrified to be in a rocket, haha)12. If you become rich how philanthropic will you be?Very, I would help organizations as much as I was able. 13. Worst meal you ever ate?I tried seafood once, no Bueno! 14. If you were not born the race and color that you are now, given the opportunity in the womb, what race would you choose? Race does not matter to me. I would not wish to be something specific, I am who I am regardless of my outer looks. 15. Last website you visited that was not Tumblr?My Pinterest 16. Pizza Hut, Domino’s, or Papa John’s?Dominos if I had to pick one of those three 17. Bach, Beethoven, or Brahms?Beethoven 18. Have you ever eaten Baked Alaska?Nope! 19. Metropolis or Gotham?Gotham 20. What’s your favorite sport and athlete from that sport?Football-Eli manning. I also love volleyball and basketball. 21. Under what circumstances would you be willing to go commando?I go commando as much as possible! 22. Least favorite thing about the opposite sex?Bad sense of time. 23. Worst meal you ever cooked?I cannot recall making a bad meal. I’m not a top chef or anything but I’m sure I’ll make something awful in the future. 24. On a scale from 1 to 100 what level of self-esteem have you reached?Probably about a 60. Depending on the day. We all have our demons. 25. Have you ever eaten a Philly cheese steak?Yes! For my birthday Christopher took me to Philly. 26. Would you rather is at the Museum of Modern Art or the Louvre?Lourve, France! 27. Favorite superhero, sidekick and super villain? Batman! The Joker. No favorite side kick 28. Have you ever eaten Buffalo Wings?One of my favorite foods. I need more girlfriends who like to go on chicken wing dates! 29. Robin Thicke’s, Blurred Lines or Marvin Gaye’s, Got To Give It Up?Indifferent 30. Which do you prefer, Christmas dinner or Thanksgiving dinner?Christmas dinner, I generally cook for my whole family single handedly. 31. What age did you learn how to drive?15, My brother learned at a much earlier age but by the time it was my time, my father had passed away. 32. Have you ever eaten a Boston cream pie?Nope, I’m not a huge dessert fan. 33. Happy every French toast, French onion soup and French fries all in the same day?I’m fat and love all of those foods and would love them all in one day, haha. This question confused me because of the grammar. 34. Who is your favorite singer and favorite song from him/her? I have too many. 35. Would you prefer to die before your spouse or after?Before, don’t ever go before me. I’ve had enough loss. 36. Are you sexually active or celibate? Active AF37. Fictional destination you would visit? Swallow falls, cloudy with a chance of meatballs. 38. Your ideal pet?A husky, a piggy and a baby goat. And a lab. 39. Do you have a birthmark? Where? Between my toes on my right foot and on the back of my left leg. 40. Do you like getting your photo taken?Sometimes! 41. Have you ever eaten Texas toast?Yes! 42. What do you do most often when you are bored?Tumblr, watch a movie, go for a walk to my park. 43. What is your favorite TV show and character from that show? Arrow- felicity smoak 44. Everyone believes that honesty and a sense of humor are important in a mate. What else is a make or break quality in a husband or wife? Kindness and support 45. Favorite font? I don’t have one, I’m a grad student. I guess I use Times and Calibra a lot. 46. What is your favorite color to wear?Black always 47. What color do family and friends say goes great with your complexion? Blue or green because it brings out my eyes. 48. Do you know any victims of sexual molestation or rape? Yes, one of my closest friends. 49. Preference to taking a shower or taking a bath? Baths for days 50. You are tied to a chair and force to watch TV and only have the choice of these networks. PBS, AMC or BBC? AMC probably 51. Do you prefer New England or Manhattan clam chowder? I do not like seafood. 52. Evolution or Creation?Evolution53. What is an event you would have liked to have witnessed in the last 3000 years?I can’t pick just one. History is interesting 54. What is your idea of the perfect pizza?All the pepperoni, cheese, oil and garlic. 55. Would you rather sleep naked on a cold winter night under a lot of blankets or naked on a hot summer night uncovered with just a light breeze? Naked under lots of blankets 56. What is your favorite foreign word and what does it mean? I don’t have one57. Who is the person you like least in this world? Donald trump. 58. Blues Clues: Steve or Joe?Neither lol 59. Favorite Chinese food?Sweet and sour. Also fried rice with egg is life 60. You must attend dinner with the person you mentioned in question 57. You must be cordial and on your best behavior. What will the conversation consist of? Women’s rights 62. First word you think of when you read… Magician? Bunny 63. Have you ever eaten Key Lime pie?I don’t like key lime pie. Yes I have 64. What did you suffer from the last time you were sick? Sinus infection 65. Do you believe Michael Jackson or Elvis Presley are still alive? No I do not. 66. Are you willing to admit that you pick your nose? Heck yeah. I have 67. Do you hug your pillow while falling asleep? I hug my boyfriend. I have this spot on his back that I love to curl up into. 68. Have you ever seen someone for the first time and thought about kissing them? No, I haven’t. 69. Safari, Chrome, Internet Explorer (Edge) or Firefox? No preference! 70. Favorite cartoon character? Sponge bob 71. Are you willing to admit that you pee while taking a shower? I don’t usually do that lol 72. Do you dream in color or black and white. Color I think 73. Spaghetti or lasagna? Spaghetti, I don’t like lasagna. 74. Do you remember your dreams when you wake up? Sometimes 75. Do you believe in interracial marriage? Yes of course. 76. Which is more acceptable to you? Younger man and an older woman or a older man and younger woman? I do not judge. 77. Have you ever eaten Peking Duck? No, that sounds gross 78. What size mattress do you sleep on? Double 79. What is the last movie you saw in the theater? Guardians of the Galaxy 80. Do you have any bookmarks in your browser that you would be embarrassed by if your friends or family saw them? No I do not81. Does popcorn get stuck in your teeth? Yes it does. 82. Is your best friend also your oldest friend? Depends 83. Where do I you get your news from? Newspaper, television or online? Tv 84. Have you ever Googled yourself? If so, what did you find? Certain websites of mine. 85. What is your dream job? Marine biologist. 86. Which of Grimm’s Fairy Tales is most like your life? I don’t know what that is to be honest. 87. Have you ever eaten chicken Marsala? Yes I work in an Italian restaurant and my boyfriends family is very Italian. 88. Are you prejudice against Golden Oreos? No 89. What is your favorite Christmas movie? Rudolph 90. Can you talk openly and honestly with both your parents? I only have one living parent. Yes I can be, she knows every aspect of my life. Nothing to hide 91. What is your favorite movie genre and your least favorite? Action, I don’t really have a least favorite. 92. Have you pictured your dream house? If so, describe it. Big front porch with a rocking bench. Big back yard with an In ground pool. A beautiful kitchen with an island. A loft bedroom. Beautiful trees in the backyard. 93. What email service do you use? School edu ones 94. When you wipe yourself do you believe toilet paper really cleans a person well enough? Yes. I mean, for the time being until a shower lol95. List the last five blogs that visited your blog. I don’t know? 96. What is hot favorite fruit? I like hot apple sauce? But if you’re just talking about my favorite fruit I would say watermelon. 97. What is an awesome skill or talent you have that most people don’t know about? Kick ass at beer pong. 98. Do you have any allergies? Seasonal/ and I’m allergic to scented laundry detergent. 99. What is the oldest movie you have ever seen? Old history documentaries. 100. What is your favorite non food, non perfume smell? Gasoline. 101. If you could learn martial arts, which would you learn? All of them! 102. Favorite Shakespeare play? Don’t have one 103. If you could write a fantasy book about a brother and sister, what would your plot be? I don’t think I’d be a very good book writer. 104. What are your favorite toppings on the perfect hamburger? Onions, bacon, ketchup 105. What is the family board game that you like the most? Monopoly 106. Would you prefer to captain an airplane or a ship? Ship, you know me :) 107. You are an astronaut and crash land on a before unknown planetary body. Is it inhabited solely by females, males or animals? Animals. 108. What is the scariest movie you have seen? VHS 109. What movie’s trailer was so scary that you knew you would never want to see it? None I love scary movies 110. Do you prefer the Marvel universe, the DC universe or both equally? Love marvel 111. Give an oral report in the nude or give one and the audience is nude? Audience is nude. That would make me laugh and not be nervous 112. You are a scientist. Would you prefer to study the depths of the oceans or outer space? Oceans, they fascinate me 113. Name five celebrities you would like to have visit your blog daily? Jana Kramer, Emily Rickards, Brandon Urie, Ellie goulding, and Meryl Streep 114. Apple pie or sweet potato pie? Apple pie is my favorite. My mom makes a very good one and she taught me her recipe 115. Would you prefer a penthouse apartment in the city or a house with the white picket fence in the suburbs? House please! 116. Would you prefer a lobster dinner or filet mignon? Filet! 117. If you could do something special for your family what would it be? Take away financial burdens. 118. What is the easiest way for a person of the opposite sex to be attractive in your eyes? Show your true colors and let me see how much you care. Also humor is amazing 119. Do you consider yourself fluent in sarcasm? Yes 120. What is your favorite summertime drink? Sangria or summer brews 121. Do you consider yourself addicted to blogging? Yeah. I love my blog. I created it years ago to blog about nautical stuff haha 122. If you were someone else for an entire day, would you be your own friend or would you to try to distance yourself? Someone I know. Interesting to see others views. 123. Are you named after anyone? My father. 124. Are you a morning person or do you consider yourself a night owl? Night owl. But I’m always tired these days so it’s a struggle lol 125. Are you a collector of anything? All things nautical and coffee mugs126. What is your favorite TV theme song? Don’t have one 127. If you knew you were going to die tonight what would you choose as your final meal? Corn on the cob, filet and salt potatoes. A midnight snack of pizza rolls. 128. What is the one song that always makes you smile and sing when you hear it? You should be here by Cole Swindell129. Do you think taking a bath in Jell-O would be fun? No thank you 130. When is the last time you sent a correspondence to someone using snail mail (Post Office)? I returned a book to Chegg the other day. 131. If you were an anime character, what color hair would you have? Purple hair 132. What is the first thing you notice about someone you just met? Hmmm, eyes 133. What is something funny you heard recently? Christopher had a really funny joke the other day. 134. Do you prefer Doctor Who or Doctor Zhivago? Neither! 135. Do you have a middle name? Yes it’s Nicole. 136. What condiments do you use to eat a hotdog? Ketchup and mustard. 137. Was this too long? Yes. It barely fit in the Tumblr post.

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