#yes Dick owns a Mini Cooper

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Batfam ranked from best to worst at Driving:

Jason gets pulled over the most because he follows road laws in Gotham, something that people only do if they’re not from Gotham, and if you’re not from Gotham why the fuck would you come there -very suspicious behavior. He does ignore the speed limit in an emergency though

Bruce does not follow driving laws expect from when one of his kids (or any kid) is in the car, if which he gets very close to following them

Duke is newer to driving, but is well on his way to becoming a menace and as Signal uses a motorcycle he does not have a license for

Tim has never followed the speed limit in his life, even as a civilian. He adds modifications to every for a transportation he owns (cars, Redbird, his skateboard) to make them go as fast as possible, but is somehow still has a very quick reaction speed and though he is a hazard to those in his car, everyone outside the car is fine

Dick is the worse driver of the kids despite not growing up with Gotham’s streets and I don’t have a reason, I just think it would be funny Dick and his Mini Copper are the go to car for all the batkid while also being a hazard to society

And last but not least, the worst driver:

Alfred. He’s the one who taught all of them.

Not mentioned:

Damian- Is 9-14. Should not be driving. (Would fall between Bruce and Duke)

Cass- I have decided that Cass can’t drive a car. A tank or a jet, sure, but not a car

Steph- will never be the designated driver because what is the point of having rich friends if you can’t ride in their luxury cars

BatMobile- Only Bruce uses it like an actual car, everyone else always ends up crashing it (this is not explained)

[sadachmesarthim]

towers for your honeycomb chapter 3: no i do not condone underage drinking i just think it's a good plot devic-

content: the boys have One Beer Each™, peter both sets and completely ignores his own boundaries, author remembers the communion chapter from "how to read literature like a professor" and bastardizes it, both of them have anxiety but neither say anything about it, smoking

words: 2k     song: outskirts of paradise - bad suns     

Looking Tony in the eye was like staring at the sun. Peter could barely hold his gaze, always finding an excuse to turn away.

He was sat in front of the other man a few weeks later, sharing drinks and pizza at a new brewery down the road. It’d cost him his liquor license, and potentially a clean record, if anyone found out, but Richie (their most beloved regular) offered to let the pair try the latest house brew if they ever swung through.

Peter wasn’t one for beer, but he’d accepted Tony’s invite anyway.

He wasn’t entirely sure why. Since their fight, they’d worked all of maybe three hours together. No other shifts, they avoided each other at meetings, and neither were particularly willing to reach out off the clock and apologize.

It was like the world was screaming at them to stay away from each other.

Peter wasn’t sure he wanted to listen.

After his shift that morning, Peter found Tony outside, leaning up against the hood of his car & working through his second cigarette. He drummed on the side of his thigh, keeping his empty hand busy as he waited for Peter to come out. Tony jumped at the sight of him, tossing the half finished cig down a storm drain.

“You know those lead straight to the ocean, right?” There was more amusement than anger behind his words. Peter wasn’t entirely sure what Tony was up to, but he was too tired to start shit. He crossed to the passenger side of his car, tossing his belongings to the floor.

“Even if it didn’t go through the city’s filtration system – fuck the fish.” Peter rolled his eyes. Funny as he was, Tony always had to be contradictory.

“Don’t you have, like, a school of them on your shoulder?” Tony’s normally visible salmon tattoos were safely tucked away behind a denim jacket Peter’d never seen before.

“Irrelevant.” Peter rounded the hood and turned, facing the other man. “Did you need something or were you just here to argue about my town’s plumbing system?” He huffed the words out, arms crossing in front of his chest expectantly.

“I, uh…” He suddenly went silent. The ground crunched under Tony’s feet, gravel scraping asphalt under his shoes. They were a rattier pair he owned – more tape than sole, oil staining the canvas.

“I wanted to know if you’d come to lunch with me. Today. Like, right now?” He hesitated at the last few words, like he wasn’t sure he could say them out loud. “I, uh. I’m pretty sure I have some things to say to you, and Richie’s got some good stuff waiting for us at the Pub House…”

Peter was astounded. “Who are you, and what have you done with my Tony?” My Tony? What? “I- why should I trust you? I’m sure as hell not getting in a car with you.”

Tony’s face fell. A bit of- what, disappointment? flew across his face. Peter would’ve missed it had he not been staring, impatient for his answer. Tony, floundering at the rejection, couldn’t give him one.

“Okay, maybe- how about this. I’ll think about it. Give me five minutes to go wash up and I’ll be back.” He turned & headed inside, not waiting for a response.

The cool water felt good against his burning, salt-stained cheeks. Peter hadn’t realized just how tired he was – opens had always taken it out of him, and the early spring temperatures didn’t always prevent the stand from turning into a heater during rush hour.

The soap in the stand was always too fragrant for his taste, but it did the job – it felt good to wash away the day’s work and come back looking like a new man. He smoothed his eyebrows down and dried himself off, wetting his hair a bit as he finished.

He wound up with grind in it again, brushing it out with a comb he found in the first aid kit. One of these days he was going to have to start wearing hats to work. Shampooing his hair every single day was taking its toll on his curls, and he wasn’t a fan of burnt coffee smell.

Stepping back, he squinted into the warped mirror in front of him. Much better.

Back outside, Tony’d lit up his third cigarette of the day. The shakes’d largely abandoned him, allowing his anxiety to drift inward. The sticks only did so much – he missed the higher, stronger hit of his Suorin, but he was trying to quit (ironically enough).

He was actually able to finish this one by the time Peter made his way back outside, looking significantly better without $5 worth of product on his face.

“Okay, some rules.” He came up, stopping just short of Tony. “You’re paying for both of us. We leave whenever I want, without complaint. We go straight there and come straight back - it’s eight blocks, I don’t want any bullshit scenic routes.” His tone was firm – something Tony’d never encountered with him before. 

“Yes. Yes, anything. Okay.” 

Tony’s car was a lot nicer than Peter anticipated. He’d recently sold his truck, swapping it for a silver Mini Cooper instead. It was a pretty little thing, just up his alley.

It was also fucking obnoxious. He’d bought it with a modified exhaust and had plans to make it even louder. You could almost always hear him coming, little pop pop pops audible for quite a ways. 

It was… less clean than Peter expected. Tony was always so well put together, so well-maintained - seeing stray gum wrappers and drink cups littered around the interior was almost jarring. He didn’t realize he was staring until Tony spoke up. 

“She’s nice, isn’t she?” Peter nodded. He silently took in his new surroundings, nerves on fire. He’d never done well around strangers, in new places. His mind’d always screamed at him, danger unsafe bad run, overriding his sensibilities.

“Hey, are you good? I can take you back if you need.” They’d barely left the Outback parking lot. 

“No- no, I think I’ll be okay. Just… not where I thought I’d end up when I woke up today, y’know?” Peter tried to laugh it off, but he’d always been pretty transparent. 

Tony turned a corner, cutting back into the lot they just came from and turning the car off. “Seriously, Peter. If you don’t want to come to lunch with me just say so. I’ll take you back to your car and we can pretend it never happened.” Okay, seriously, who the fuck is this guy and what did he do with Tony?

“No, I- I think I’m okay. Seriously. Let’s just go and get it over with - I kinda want to hear you grovel anyway.” He settled further into his seat, failing to shake away the agitation. 

The flatbread was actually really good. It was more of a hipster take on pizza - white sauce and pearl onions definitely making it stand out - but it wasn’t a bad lunch by any means. 

The beer definitely wasn’t Peter’s favorite. He was barely sipping by, trying hard to keep a straight face as he swallowed. Damn Richie anyway. 

It’d started off awkward enough - discussing where to sit, small talk about their week, the weather. It felt more like a bad first date than an apology, but- 

“I really am sorry. For what happened in the fridge.” 

Oh. 

“Okay. Why?” Peter tightened the hand around his glass, bracing for Tony’s next words. 

“I.. I was kind of an asshole when I was younger, too. I figured I could make a fresh start here with a brand new town of people that didn’t know or assume anything about me.

“I was doing okay for a little while, too, but I don’t know man I just.. something happened and I just- I don’t know why I’m a dick to you. But I’m trying not to be. This is that, like, ‘first step’, I guess?” Peter nodded along, attentive. 

"So, I don't know. I'm sorry for being a dick to you at work. I'm sorry for being a dick to the girls. I shouldn't yell at you or drag your family into this bullshit - I'm sorry, Peter."

There it was again, that name. His first fucking name. 

“I- thank you, Tony. It’s a start, and I certainly haven’t forgiven you, but… thank you. Seriously.” Tony sighed, shoulders visibly relaxing. Peter let go of his glass and wiped it off, standing and walking around to Tony’s side of the table. 

“Okay then, time for a do-over! Hi, I’m Peter Parker. I’m 19 and I’ve worked at Outback North Espresso for a little over 9 months. What’s your name?” He stuck his hand out, waiting for Tony to make the next move.  

Tony laughed, pushing his chair back and standing to meet the other teen. “Okay, uh, I’m Tony Stark, I’m 18, and I’ve worked at Outback for almost 6. Nice to re-meet you, Peter.” He shook Peter’s hand, awestruck at just how soft it was. He quickly steeled his face and sat back down, releasing Peter and allowing him to do the same. 

Once he was sat back down at his side, Peter looked up, confused. “Wait, you’re still 18?” 

Tony laughed. “Not for long. My birthday’s at the end of next month.” 

“Wow, I can’t believe I’m older than you!” 

Tony rolled his eyes. “That’s - it’s literally three months, that barely counts.” 

Their debate lasted well into the afternoon, alongside several other discussions. Peter’s childhood in Richland, and what it was like growing up there. What Federal Way was like, and why Tony left. Peter could tell he was remaining intentionally vague, but didn’t push it. 

Their beers were warm and the pizza was long gone by the time they abandoned their table. Tony guided him out the back, hand high on his arm. 

Once they were back in the car, Peter’s anxiety returned. It was like he’d spent the last few hours speaking to a completely different person, and now that he was sitting mere inches from Tony… 

He wasn’t scared. He wasn’t. He wasn’t… sure, exactly. What it was. 

Tony spoke up when he noticed the tension in his passenger seat. 

“Hey, we’ll get you back to your car soon, I promise. Eight blocks, remember?” His right hand made its way to Peter’s knee, digging soft circles into the denim. Just like in the fridge.

“Please don’t- don’t touch me. Without asking.” It came out harsher than intended. 

“Okay, all good. No worries. We’re like, two minutes away.” Tony eased off the clutch, turning right out of the parking lot and onto the road. The windows rolled down and Peter let his head fall back in relief. Fresh air always helped him clear his head. 

It really was a short drive - right turn, left turn, right turn - and they were back at Peter’s car. The doors unlocked, and he was out in an instant. A bit too fast to be respectful, if he was being honest, but he knew he needed out. Tony stopped him before he was able to get in his car. 

“Hey, for real. Thank you for today. I’m sorry if it was too much.” 

Peter looked over and down to meet his eyes. “I- yeah, of course. No, yeah, thank you. For the apology. I’m sorry I freaked out on you. But no this- it was good. Yeah. Thank you, Tony.” 

He turned, unlocking the door and closing it before either could say anything else. After turning the key he sped off, without throwing even a glance behind him. 

Tony watched as Peter peeled away, reaching for the box of Pall Malls in his cupholder. He lit one, shifting into first and heading in the opposite direction. 

Not bad. Not good, but not bad. 

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Uncover

Pairing: Ethan x MC (Leah Garcia)

Word count: 4.8K

Summary: Leah goes on a date with the Tobias Carrick, Ethan's ex-best friend. The jealousy and anger which unfolds within Ethan, leads him to confronting Leah. But in midst of their confrontation, feelings are uncovered.

Author's note: It's angst in the first half and towards the end it's smut... I have differentiated it if you aren't comfortable :)

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Songs: Uncover by Zara Larsson and Missed you by The Weeknd

Forgive me if there are any mistake

Ethan was walking down the hallway of Leland Bloom's mansion. To be honest, he didn't even know where he was but his pride wouldn't let him go and ask for help.

Just keep going, you will eventually find the way.

That was his mantra in life. Whenever things became difficult, he would keep on pushing forward, never stopping. His mom left him? Study, work and get into a good college. Tobias and him had a fallout? Work harder, get into a better undergrad program than him and go on to join the best diagnostics team in the country. Naveen fell sick? Stuff all the feelings in a box, shut it and work hard till Naveen can stay alive.

He never stopped. He switched off his feelings and kept marching forward.

But when he met Leah, it felt like he came across a speed breaker, which forced him to stop. Forced him to breathe. Forced him to feel. Forced him to be human.

And the funny thing is that, he didn't know whether to be grateful or be terrified of this change.

Leah had a fiery spirit and a kind heart. They were so alike that it often took Ethan's breath away. They were the dream team, complementing each other. They worked like a well oiled engine, their dynamics so superior that they could complete each other's sentences.

Leah and Ethan.

Sunshine and E.

But being alike had its downfalls as well. Both of them were stubborn and had their head all the way up their asses.

He had still not forgotten the way she opened the door to her room in bra and panties. The way the golden rays illuminated her long tanned legs and the way the lace contrasted her flawless body, sent Ethan reeling through memories of them lying naked in that very bed.

And as if that wasn't enough, she stripped in front of him. The most incriminating thoughts ran through his head and he had to clench his fists to prevent himself from fucking her against the wall, having her scream his name, as her nails dug into his back. There would be red scars down his back but he would wear those scars as a damn medal.

But he was angry and furious as well. Going behind his back and calling that air head of an influencer made his blood boil. It went against the beliefs and the rules based on which, the diagnostics team was laid.

There are rules of the world that are meant to be followed. Monotony, no matter how boring it is, is the way of life. It's not always safe to shake things up. You never know what consequences arise.

On their way to the patient's mansion, they bickered like a married couple. June and Baz had a field trip seeing him being called out by Leah.

She called him a fucking diva.

All his life he had worked on building a reputation which commanded respect and awe but this girl just comes in like a wrecking ball.

Good lord, how can this woman make me pissed and turned on at the same time?! He grumbled internally as he turned the corner.

He heard Tobias's deep voice carry over."I must say Dr. Garcia, you are a vision and you take my breath away. Such a beauty-"

"Dr. Carrick if you want to flatter me, you are going about it wrong. Screw beauty, that's subjective." Leah said as she wrote in the chart, without sparing a second glance at him.

She walked past him and Ethan couldn't help but chuckle at Tobias's expression. Tobias just gave him a dark glare before following her. He was proud of his Sunshine.

But that momentary pride diminished as soon as it came.

Ethan walked to the exit and saw Tobias talking to her again, and this time, Leah was laughing and blushing.

Why that asshole-

"No I must say, not everyday do you see such bright minds as yourself."

"Thank you Tobias. You are too kind."

They were on first name basis?! When did that happen? Did I step into an alternate universe? Ethan thought as jealousy slowly burnt bright in his veins.

"So, can I buy you breakfast tomorrow? As an apology and a chance to get to know you better?" Tobias asked, his turquoise eyes shimmering in the sun.

"Dr. Garcia. We need to run couple of tests on Mr. Bloom. Time waits for no one." Ethan called out to her, cock-blocking them. He wasn't gonna lie, that was the most satisfying thing he had ever done.

Both of them glared but Ethan just held an impassive face, as if he didn't hear their small 'cute' exchange.

"Yes, Dr. Ramsey." She walked towards Ethan not before waving him goodbye.

They walked towards Helen, Baz's cute mini cooper. "Leah..." Ethan spoke, wondering how to frame his sentence without sounding like a jealous imbecile.

"Yup Dr. Ramsey?" She turned to look up at him.

"Tobias... He isn't a good man."

"God, Ethan! I think I can decide for myself." Leah rolled her eyes.

"No, you don't get it. He charms and lures woman to his bed and after he has sex, he leaves them high and dry. I don't want you to go through that pain."

She stopped and turned towards him, "Ethan I am no weak bitch. I'm not naive and he isn't my first date. I am just goofing around and I will do whatever I want because this is a free country. And, in a long time some guy has shown me attention so I'm not letting that slide-"

"Sunsh-"

"Shh! And about pain... I think I have experienced that because of you."

"Me?" He gasped out loud, his world stopping. Doesn't she know that my feelings for her are so strong that the thought of hurting her physically pains me?

"You heard me. Your constant rejection and the 'hot and cold' moments pain me so damn much. It breaks my heart that we pretend that we are together but when I ask you, you close up."

"Leah you know there are ethics-"

"Don't give me that ethics and moral crap. You yourself said that I am not a resident, I am a PEER. A colleague. Hell, Lahela and Harper have been dating and absolutely nobody has blinked an eye." She said with a steely voice.

Leah gave a sigh and Ethan could see the dark circles under her eyes. She looked so tired. "Ethan... I- I'm so exhausted. You can't reject me and prevent me from seeing a guy." With that she turned on her heels and walked away.

What just happened? Ethan thought, feeling shaken to the core.

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Leah wore a simple pencil skirt and tucked in her olive green blouse into the skirt. Her hands continued their daily chores, but her mind was so far away. When she thought about Ethan, she would get so angry that her hands would tremble.

Just who the hell does he think he is? Wasn't he the one who kept pushing her away? Wasn't he the one you said that "if I gave a damn about you, I won't be with you"?

What a damn hypocrite.

There was so much tension between them already. Ethan was giving her the cold shoulder and Leah returned it with such a punishing silent treatment that people on the entire floor could feel it.

They already had fought about the team giving more priority to rich and wealthy patients. And this entire Tobias situation made things even worse. She knew about their background, about how that his ex girlfriend, Stephanie bitch played both of them like a violin and ended up cheating on Ethan. She knew and yet she went ahead, flirting with him, repeating history.

What a hoe I am. Leah shook her head getting annoyed with herself. What has gotten over you Leah? When did you become a fucking hypocrite? Throwing yourself at other men so that you can make Ethan jealous?

Her feelings were in a flux. Sometimes, she wanted to jump his bones and other times she wanted to bash his head for being such a colossal pain in the ass. She craved him and wanted him to belong to her, but life isn't a wish granting factory.

She sighed and stared at her reflection, seeing how all the stress and workload was taking a toll on her.

I just need sleep...or some dick and then we will be golden. A girl gets tired using her own hand... Her conscience comforted her.

Picking up her bag she headed to the deli where she was supposed to meet Tobias for their so called 'breakfast' date.

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Tobias was a nice guy. He was kind, brilliant and handsome. He was a true gentleman. He held the door open for her when they entered the deli. He had an amazing sense of humor and managed to make her laugh till her sides hurt. He was intelligent and they had a great discussion on the American healthcare system.

Any other woman would have thought that he was the complete deal.

But she couldn't.

She couldn't help but compare him to Ethan. His cerulean eyes were so much darker than Ethan's stormy eyes. She couldn't help but think that she found Ethan's dark humor and sarcasm way better that the light hearted jokes. She couldn't help but think that in any discussion, Ethan would push her and challenge her rather than be a simp like Tobias who just would give in.

She couldn't help but think that absolutely no one would ever compare to Ethan.

Oh. My. God.

It is Ethan. Always has been and always will be.

And she hated herself for that. She was getting tired of waiting. Wasn't her affection enough for him? Why was there a need to complicate something that is already so simple?

Leah sighed internally. Tobias and her were walking down the driveway of the hospital. There were just talking about random things but Leah was not able to focus.

How could she when she had a mind shattering revelation that her pussy is whipped for a certain hard-ass diagnostician?

They were walking through the foyer and they stopped at the reception.

"So this is me." Leah smiled.

"Well... I enjoyed myself. " He gave a grin.

"I did too..."

"I sense a 'but'." The blue perceptive eyes noticing the hesitation.

Leah chuckled, racking her brain for a good reason. " Yeah... I'm sorry it won't work because we technically are rivals and I don't want to be seen fraternizing with the enemy."

Tobias stared at her some more, trying to see through the truth but Leah didn't flinch, even if her palms were getting sweaty.

"It's okay. I get it-" Tobias began talking but he was interrupted.

He was interrupted by Ethan's fist in his face.

Tobias crumpled to the floor like a paper doll and suddenly the entire hospital's eyes were on the three.

"Motherfucker." Ethan shook his hand because of the blow. He stretched and clenched his fingers, his knuckles an angry red.

"Ethan Jonah Ramsey! You have five seconds to explain what the hell was that?" Leah said, her eyes glimmering with anger.

"What is he doing here? Mass Kenmore is all the way downtown."

"Don't you dare tell me that thi-" Leah was interrupted by Tobias's painful groans. She helped him up and threw another glare Ethan's way.

"When you have got your head out of your ass, we will have a chat." Leah spoke.

"But sunshi- Hey don't walk away from me!" Ethan pleaded. Seeing Tobias so close to her made him so angry and he didn't realize his actions before it was too late. And the fact that she had an arm around his waist and was walking away, just made his heart heavier and cold fury seep into his veins.

Leah ignored him as she dragged Tobias to the first examination room she found. She made him sit on bed and immediately reached for a pair of gloves.

She started wiping the blood up with the help of a cotton swab, analyzing the injury with cool calculated eyes. There was a cut on his cheekbone which needed stitches.

Goddammit Ethan.

"You have blood on your shirt." Tobias pointed out and surely it was visible on the dark green blouse.

She shrugged nonchalantly as she picked up another cotton swab and dipped it in antiseptic. "Eh.. won't be the first time. I have ruined my fair share of shoes and shirts, but it's worth it."

They were silent as Leah continued being thorough in cleaning the wound. Suddenly, Tobias chuckled and Leah looked at him with one eyebrow raised.

"No...it's just funny to see Ethan so worked up. I think that's the most emotion I have seen from him."

"Really?"

"Yup. Do you know what happened between us?"

"I know what happened between the both of you..."

"And you still went out with me?" Tobias asked, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Leah sighed. The cat was out of the bag and there was no point hiding it anymore. "It's just... Ethan can be a robot. I'm tired and I needed fresh perspective. That's why I went out with you."

"Did it help?"

"Yes. No. Maybe? It just left so many question marks in my head.." she picked up the needle and thread, getting ready to sew his face.

"Well... When Ethan walked in on his girlfriend cheating on him with me, he just turned around and walked out of the room. But when he saw me talking to you, I'm on the ground, groaning in pain. Does it help?"

Leah sighed "It kind of helps.. but I am still pissed with him. He is an asshole." She grumbled.

"Congratulations, you have feelings." He said in a sing song voice.

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It was an awful day at work and Ethan sending withering looks her way didn't really help. She avoided him for most of the day because she needed to think.

Her feelings were all over the place. On one hand she felt angry with Ethan because that hard-ass isn't ready to confess the feelings that's written all over his face. And on the other hand, she felt like she was just being a whiny bitch on heat, complaining about everything. 

The internal war in her left her restless and irritated.

She unlocked the door to an empty apartment. All her roomates had driven down to Quincy for some music festival on their day off and were going to stay over for the night.

Leah would have gone with them, but a certain somebody had stormed into her room that morning and dragged her out of the comfort of her bed.

She stripped in the hallway and threw her clothes for a wash in the laundry basket. She slid on a long loose jersey and some fresh panties and headed to check the fridge for leftover lasagna Sienna had made the other day.

She was about to pop the tray in the oven when she heard the door bell ring. She saw through the peep hole and her eyes widened.

Ethan.

Maybe if I stayed quiet he would go awa-

"Sunshine, I know you are in there! I see your heels out here and your eyes through the peep hole."

Fuck Ethan and his observation skills.

Sighing she opens the door, where Ethan stood. A tense energy radiated from him and it made Leah jittery and on edge.

She crossed her arms and tapped her foot impatiently, which wasn't really a good idea because it made her bare boobs more prominent. Ethan's eyes went down at the movement.

"Eyes up here, hero. What do you want?"

Ethan blushed pink and shook his head to regain composure. "We need to talk."

"Yeah no shit."

"Will you let me in at least? Unless you want the crime scene of my murder out here." Ethan tried to joke but Leah wasn't fascinated.

She side stepped and he entered her apartment. He always liked Leah's apartment. It was homey with all the colourful pillows and the various vintage art decorating the place. From the huge glass facade you could see parts of the bay.

They stood in the kitchen, neither of them spoke. They just stood in silence. Nobody knowing what to say.

"Why did you help him?" Ethan asked, breaking the awkward silence.

"Because you punched him and he was on the floor, bleeding. I had too."

"We work in a hospital. Somebody else could have stitched him up...why did you? Do you have feelings for him?" Ethan asked as he placed his elbows on the island counter.

"Ethan.. Jealousy never suited you well." Leah said.

"Dammit sunshine! Just answer the question. Do you like him?!"

"What would you do if I liked him, huh?" Leah asked tersely.

Silence. Heavy breathing. Tension.

"Nothing right. You would just sit there, belly up and see me being whisked off by another guy."

"That's not-"

"Stop lying to yourself Ethan. You are nothing but a ball- less bastard who hides behind your so called 'beliefs' and 'rules' and what not!"

"Yes! I hide behind them because I want to see you grow and be better-"

"WHY?! Haven't I become better? Am I not growing to my potential?"

"And that's because I am not distracting you."

"Ethan, for a man who is so smart you are so dumb. Can't you see? Can't you see that you are in my thoughts?! That I am always thinking about you?! That I am always afraid that you will find someone else and leave me in the dust?!"

"Ethan it's too late because you are already a goddamn distraction."

Ethan's fists wrapped around the counter and he bent down, trying to calm his racing heart.

"God. I knew this was a bad idea. I shouldn't have come." He started heading towards the door.

"Yeah run away Ethan. Run away like you ran away when you saw Tobias having sex with your girlfriend, Stephanie. Run away like you did when Naveen was gonna die. Run away like you did to the Amazon when your feelings for me intensified. Run away like you always do." Leah was breathing heavily, angry and furious.

Ethan froze in his tracks before turned around, scoffing. "I'm not running awa-" Ethan tried reasoning.

"Oh really?! Every time I think that I am close to knowing you, you throw up your walls. Every time we have a moment, you distance yourself. The entire universe has been pushing us to be together but here you are, defying it and turning a blind eye to what we have. If that isn't running away, then I don't know what is."

"Sunshine please, don't." Ethan pleaded. He can't deal with feelings. It's too much for him.

"No. I'm tired of waiting for your affections. I'm tired of the mixed signals. I'm going to go to Tobias's house right now-"

"Are you giving me an ultimatum?" Ethan asked incredulously.

"Have you left me any choice?" She started heading to her room and Ethan followed her.

"Sunshine please don't go. I beg you. He isn't the man you deserve."

"If you can't grow a pair despite everything, then I can't help you. I'm free-"

She was interrupted when Ethan pushed her against the wall. "No. You won't be leaving this apartment. Even if it means tying you down."

"You are not my damn keepe-" Leah began but Ethan interrupted her again when he pressed his lips against hers.

They were kissing. After almost a year.

After a year of longing to touch each other.

After a year of pining over each other.

After a year of pain, heartaches and tears.

But all that pain and longing vanished when their lips collided with each other's.

Time stopped when his lips met hers, but the flutter only intensified. Leah's heart pounded in her chest as her knees got weaker. She could only focus on how hard his body felt against her small frame. But at the same time, his lips were soft and fervent against her mouth.

Ethan kept his eyes half open, sneaking a guilty peek at her every time he came back for air, just to make sure this wasn't a product of his imagination.

He wasn't sure if nature rooted for this moment or if his mind tricked him into a perfect present, but every breath he took, smelled like lavender, like spring time and for the first time since he'd known himself, he didn't feel scared anymore. He didn't feel like running anymore. If anything, the warm feeling of her lips was inviting and addicting.

They parted for breath. Both of them standing with their bodies pressed against each other, in the dim lighting of her room. "Ethan..." She said like it was a prayer.

"Oh how I've missed you sunshine." Ethan cupped her cheeks and pressed his forehead against hers.

"Me too.."

"Let's make up for the lost time, okay?"

Leah just went in her tip toes and kiss him, conveying her need for him. He hiked one of her legs up and she gasped when she felt his growing erection on her heat. Ethan bent down and placed hot, fiery kisses up her neck. When he reached the spot below her ear, he whispered is a husky voice. "Sunshine... I really, really like you. But, I am a man of needs... Please, can I fuck you?"

"I did not wait for a year for some gentle sex Ethan. Don't hold back." She purred.

******************************************************

Ethan groaned at her words and took her earlobe in his teeth, his hands roaming around her body. He pinched her nipples through the t-shirt and Leah's stomach clenched with pleasure and she threw her head against the wall, enjoying the way Ethan's hands made her feel.

Leah reached and took of his jacket and Ethan obliged. The need to feel her skin against his, fueled his moments. Taking of her t shirt, he threw it across the room.

"Hey, don't dirty my room." Leah spoke with feign anger.

Lifting her up so that her legs could wrap around his waist, he went back to kissing her lips. "I don't care, sunshine. I just want to make you feel good. I want to worship you. So let me just do my job while you focus on how to scream my name, mkay?" He whispered against her lips before going back to ravaging her mouth, not able to get enough of her taste.

How is it possible for a man to drive me mad with only words?

He lifted her and threw her unceremoniously on the bed. Leah giggled as her back hit the soft mattress. She lifted herself on to her elbows and looked at Ethan's dark stormy eyes.

"You are over dressed for this occasion, Dr. Ramsey."

Taking his shirt and jeans off, he crawled in to the bed, stalking her like a predator. He settled between her legs, bare chest pressing against each other as he kissed her hard.

Their tongues swirled and rolled against each other's, as if it was a tug of war with no clear winner. He pulled back and started placing searing hot kisses on collarbone. His hands traced her sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

He took her breast in his mouth and swirled his tongue around the dusky nipple. As his tongue continued to assault her nipples, Leah grew wetter and wetter.

"Ethan.. I- please.." She moaned out.

He took off her panties and nipped at her naked hip bone, eliciting a breathless moan from her. He peppered scratchy kisses on her inner thighs and lower abdomen, his beard making her skin sensitized. It felt as if all her nerves down there were on fire.

"Don't worry sunshine. I will be here all night-" he said as he parted her pussy's lips, "-eating you-"

He blew air on her dripping slit before speaking, "-fucking you-"

He lapped her juices slowly, his blazing blue eyes making contact with her dark brown orbs "-making you scream my name all night."

That being said, he threw her legs over his shoulder and buried his face into her womanhood. Leah's back arched and she let out another moan. Her sexy moans and the way her eyes fluttered shut was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He closed his eyes enjoying the way she tasted, reminding him of how starved he had been for the last one year.

She fisted her hands through his luscious brown locks as his tongue swirled her sensitive nub. He enjoyed seeing his sunshine this way, moaning and writhing as he ate her out.

He slipped his finger into her started moving it. When he gained enough momentum he slipped a second digit and continued to finger her to oblivion. Leah was a in a daze. Her mind was only focused on the handsome man who was with her, in her bed.

She had touched herself, thinking about him. But none of those fantasies compared to the real deal.

He let out moan and it reverberated through her entire body, pushing her of the edge.

She was coming, hard and fast. Crashing and soaring at the same time. She hadn't even come down from her high when Ethan lifted her leg as far as it could go, and entered her pulsating cunt.

"Try not to ruin your manicure when you dig those nails into my back, sunshine." Ethan said as he snapped his hips and started pounding her.

The sensation was overwhelming. It was so much. There were moments like these when the pleasure and the pressure of the orgasm was so intense that she wanted him to stop.

She shouted his name and the way the tears of pleasure streamed down her face, made him make his moments rapid.

"Just like that sunshine... Scream my name." He pressed his lips against hers, greedily swallowing the moans she let out.

Burying his head in her neck, he felt his lower abdomen tighten, the need to release becoming urgent with every stroke.

"Oh go, sunshine you feel sooo good." He moaned.

His moans are now my favourite sounds... I could hear them all day. Leah thought.

"Come with me Ethan. Come with me." She said as they interlinked their fingers, holding each other's hands.

And he did. His strokes became sloppy and slower as he dumped his load into the condom he had slipped on. Leah felt his dick jerk in her and it triggered her release as well.

***********************************************************

Both of them were falling together, holding on to each other as they rode the waves of euphoria, rushing through their veins. It was one of the best feelings they had experienced. All the pinning and sadness was all gone. There was only joy and the feeling of contentment in their hearts.

After their rapid heartbeats had calmed down, Ethan pulled out and got up from the bed, and stretched. Seeing the muscles of his back and abs stretch, Leah gave out a rumble of approval.

Ethan gave her a small smile and started heading towards the door but Leah caught his wrist. "Outside bad. Bed good." She said, her brain still a mess from the mind blowing orgasms.

Ethan bent down and kissed her forehead. "Sunshine, I'm just going to get some food and run a bubble bath."

"Okay."

After a couple of minutes of rummaging through cabinets, Ethan came and lifted Leah in his strong arms. Leah was smiling so much that her cheekbones hurt. She hasn't smiled like this in such a long time.

He put her down on the bathroom floor and Leah grabbed a stool where they could keep their drinks and the lasagna that he had heated.

Ethan first sunk in the hot water, the water reaching till his chest. Leah sat across him, sighing when the hot water soothed her sore muscles.

"Ethan...you are a goddamn blessing." She sighed as she picked up the plate with her food.

"I should be saying that. You changed my life."

They sat comfortably in the large bathtub, occasionally joking and eating the cheesy goodness. Leah inhaled her food, realizing just how hungry she was.

After they finished eating, Leah closed her eyes and sighed. Ethan was massaging her feet and she made it a personal mission to make him her masseur.

"Ethan?"

"Yes sunshine?"

"You won't run away from me, right?"

"No sunshine. I'm here to stay. In fact, tomorrow we both are going to go and talk to HR. Enough with the pining and the jealousy. I just want to make you mine, baby."

"Really?" Leah asked, with happiness gleaming in her chocolate brown eyes.

"Yes sunshine. I guess you are stuck with me."

Leah surged forward, water sloshing over the bathtub. She pressed her lips against Ethan's. He chuckled and kissed her back chastely and tenderly, pouring all his affections for the beautiful and intelligent woman before him.

Leah. His girlfriend. His sunshine.

And it's going to be together like that, forever and always.

aaahhhhh if only Ethan could just give in... but for now we will comfort ourselves with fan-fiction 😉

also, i want to sort out my tag list... so if you guys could dm me with which fics you want to tagged to, i would appreciate it 💗

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[getitinbusan]

September 1st

Jungkook's Proposal

Lazy days with Jungkook were a rare luxury. His large reserves of energy meant he was always up to something even when he was on a break. 

The balcony doors were open and a cool breeze drifted through the bedroom ruffling the sheet that covered you. It was already noon but you were still tucked happily under Jungkook's arm. Both scrolling mindlessly through your phones you brought it up, “You’re going to be 23 soon, I think we should have a party.” 

He put his phone down and rolled into your side. “I was thinking about going to Jeju,” he said matter of factly. 

“Oh, were you going to invite me?” you asked smiling. 

“I was going to invite everyone, my family, the guys and yes,” he giggled, “I guess you can come too. Would that be okay?”

Running your fingers through his messy hair you pushed it back out of his face and nodded. 

“You shouldn’t have to plan your own party Jungkook, we can do it together." 

You had a week to figure things out, guests, accommodations, food. You really just wanted to give him the best birthday, he deserved it. 

Jungkook however, wasn’t being very cooperative. Everytime you asked questions he shut you down, if you brought it up he brushed you off. He was downstairs at the gym when you came across his to do list. 

Call and confirm guests✔ 

Book Flights✔

Book Hotel ✔ 

Schedule Dinner and party space✔

Reserve private beach✔

*do not forget to pick up the package*

Puzzled as to why these were already checked off as done you messaged Joon. 

Y/N: Hey Joon, I just wanted to invite you to Guk's party in Jeju. Are you down? 

Joon: Yep, already confirmed with JK last week.  

Y/N: What kind of cake do you think I should get? 

Joon: I thought that the guys were taking care of the cake? Don’t worry about anything,  I think everything is already organized.  

Y/N: Oh… okay,  thanks. 

Flopping on the couch your mind wandered to a million different conclusions as to why he was cutting you out.

Jungkook’s key turned in the lock, the door squeaking open announcing his arrival. He was looking through his phone as he dropped his duffel bag on the floor. 

"Hey Babe, Joon said you messaged him about the party?"

He walked over to where you were sitting and tapped your nose with his finger.

"I’ve already taken care of everything, all you have to do is pack." 

Feeling disappointed your face fell into a frown. 

"What's wrong?"

"Jungkook, I just wanted to take care of you for once, to be able to contribute something.” 

He looked flustered, “I’m sorry baby, I just didn’t want to burden you with it.” 

Upset you stood up, “I can’t believe you would think that throwing you a party would be a chore for me…I feel fucking  useless."

Your statement trailed off as you walked away to your bedroom.

Y/N: I know I’m probably overthinking and being too sensitive but Tae...does he think I'm incompetent?

Tae: What’s wrong love? 

Y/N: If Guk doesn’t think I’m capable of throwing him a party…this is so stupid… but he certainly can’t think I’d be a good wife. It’s been two years Tae, we’ve never even discussed marriage. Does he think of me that way at all? 

Tae: Noooo Y/N, he loves you so much. You are totally over reacting. Please, don’t make this an issue, it’s his birthday. 

______________

You didn’t know but in the other room Jungkook was busy texting Jin for advice.  

JK: I don’t know what to do, Y/N is mad at me for not letting her help with the party. 

Jin: Coming to your smartest Hyung for love advice, good choice. Here's my wisdom, Just make up a job and ask her to do it.

JK: That’s Brilliant!!  Thank you.  

He made a quick call, arranging that you would be the one picking up the last unchecked item on his to do list, the package.

He pulled the bedroom door open and lay down beside you, “I’m sorry, I’ve been keeping a secret from you.” 

You set down your phone giving him your full attention. 

“My brother is going to propose to his girlfriend, he swore me to secrecy, that’s why I’ve been planning everything, so she won’t find out.” 

You felt your temper rise, “Are you fucking kidding me? You finally get your birthday off, you haven’t had a personal party for years and your brother's using it to propose to his girlfriend all while making you plan it for him?” 

Jungkook laughed, “It sounds kind of shitty when you put it that way. It’s really not that big of a deal Y/N, I’m happy he wants to share it with everyone.” 

How could you fault him for wanting to help his family? He was such a giving person and it was part of the reason you loved him so much. 

“If you really want to help there’s one thing left that you can do." 

_____________

It was all set, the flight was leaving at 3pm and you had been tasked with picking up the box and keeping it safe until the party. Arriving at the jeweller the older man greeted you kindly. "Would you like to see it?”

He opened the iconic tiffany blue box while you nodded. It was a beautiful square cut diamond on a vintage white gold band, it was breathtaking. 

“The gentleman took a long time deciding on this particular ring, he said it had to be perfect. What do you think?"  

Your heart was aching in your chest. Lately you found yourself daydreaming about marrying Jungkook, him placing a ring just like this on your finger. 

"She’s a lucky girl, I’m sure she’s going to love it.” 

It’s not that you weren’t happy about the engagement, you were just completely, full on green with envy, jealous. Not even together a year and Jung- Hyun is ready to propose.

You knew you were being an idiot. Jungkook loved you, you lived together, he always made sure your needs were met but here you were upset because she was getting a ring first. 

Taking the box you snapped the  lid closed and put it into your purse for safe keeping.

Enough, you needed to stop thinking about yourself. It was Guk's birthday and it was time to think of him and what he wanted. But what do you get someone who has everything

Wandering around you came across a neon lit sex shop, perfect! Three days away, three new sets of sexy lingerie and a bag full of goodies.  

Maybe you didn’t get to plan the main party but you could make sure it was an afterparty he wouldn't forget.

The flight was short and smooth,  you were amongst the last to arrive. 

Making your way to the suite to change for dinner Jungkook flung himself down on the bed, “I’m calling dibs on the first shower!” you called out.

You got ready, putting on your new black lace thong set, loose black mini sundress over top and wrapped your hair into a messy bun.  

Exiting the bathroom you found Jungkook in the same position on the bed snoring lightly. 

Crawling on top of him, you pulled back his bucket hat to reveal his closed eyes and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. Instinctively he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close for more. 

“You need to get up babe.” 

He hummed softly into your neck, “that’s the problem, I am up."

He moved your hand to his bulge. Placing his hand on your ass he could feel the lace under your dress. He let out a needy moan as he squeezed your cheek. 

“Jungkook we need to go, everyone’s waiting.” 

He pouted, “But it’s my Birthday.”

Getting off of him and laughing you couldn’t help but throw it in his face.

“Yes, and if I had planned this party I would have pushed dinner back so the birthday boy could have gotten his dick sucked beforehand. You really only have yourself to blame."

He knew he was defeated, rolling off the bed he sulked his way to the shower. 

Coming out about 20 minutes later his skin was glowing, he looked stunning in his tan hanbok pants and white dress shirt, his hair was long and fluffy. 

“You look amazing Guk.” 

Walking over you hugged him, sneaking a kiss onto the side of his neck. 

“You had your chance Y/N, now we both have to suffer all night" 

Walking hand in hand to the open air dining room most of your friends and family were already waiting at beautiful white rose adorned tables. 

"Jungkook, did you arrange all these details?” 

Smiling he nodded, “Did I do good?” 

That dull ache hit your chest again, yes he did good, he’d planned the perfect proposal… for someone else. 

You kissed his cheek and lay your head on his shoulder, “I think you’ve created every girls fantasy” 

Trying to hide your melancholy throughout dinner you stayed pretty quiet only offering small smiles instead of conversation. You didn’t want to be selfish but you knew in a few hours all talk would be about weddings. 

The thoughtless question on everyone’s lips would inevitably turn to, “when are you going to take the plunge?” 

It usually happened at family gatherings, you’d watch them corner Jungkook and he’d awkwardly explain that one day when his career wasn’t so busy he'd be able to think more clearly about it.

You hated how calculated of a decision marrying you would have to be for him. Seeing how romantic he could be with the laid out gestures before you, you questioned why he could do it for someone else but not you? Maybe he didn’t think you were the one?

Like he could hear your inner thoughts he put his hand on your thigh under the table. “What’s going on, is everything ok?”

“Just thinking about getting you back to the room later, that’s all.”

You lied. 

He kissed your cheek but you knew he didn’t believe you. Seeming a little out of sorts himself, maybe this whole situation had him questioning your future as well. 

“I think maybe we need a minute to talk, let’s go while everyone’s finishing.” 

He took your hand and led you away from the group towards a private area of the beach. 

Sitting in the sand he motioned for you to join him.

You sat with your back against his chest, head on his shoulder, his arms around you. 

The sun was beginning to set into a light shade of purple and orange. “I want to know why you’re sad.”

He asked like he knew the answer but needed confirmation. 

“I just wish that this party was about you, for your birthday, that it wasn’t about engagements…”

You were trying hard not to sound jealous but he could see through you. 

“How about you tell me the truth?” 

Reaching into your purse you pulled out the box and handed it to him. 

“This, this is what’s bothering me. Jungkook…do you think that you’ll ever want me to be your wife? Do we want the same things?” 

His arms still around you he held the box in front of you and opened it slowly.

“It sure is a beautiful ring,” he said. 

You closed your eyes, knowing it wasn’t for you. “It really is,” you answered softly.  

“Do you really not know what I want Y/N?" 

He kissed the top of your head. 

"I love you more than anything in this world. The ONLY thing I wanted for my birthday was to bring you here, to sit on this beach with my arms around you….and to propose with this ring. So… you tell me, do we really want the same thing?”

Absolutely 100% shocked you turned to face him. 

“Are you joking with me Jungkook?” you punched his shoulder.

He laughed, “I think I know better than that” 

Still skeptical you asked, “So all of this was a lie? You really made me carry around my own engagement ring all day thinking it was for someone else?”

His grin gave away the fact that he was pretty pleased with himself.

“No, you haven’t said yes yet, so technically it’s still not yours. Do you want to marry me Y/N?” 

You crashed your lips into his as he pulled you back on top of him.

“Yes!”

Walking back to the restaurant the tables had been moved and outdoor furniture and candles had taken their place. Everyone was chatting and drinking until they noticed your arrival, silence fell and eyebrows raised waiting for the news. 

“Of course she said yes!” 

At Jungkook’s declaration everyone cheered and the waiters came out with trays of champagne. The boys carried out a large white cake adorned with sparklers while singing Propose, tears of happiness gathered in everyone's eyes. 

The rest of the night was perfect, you danced in the sand oblivious to the guests filtering out back to their rooms for the evening. 

Looking around, you realized it was just the two of you left, lost in your own world. 

“Maybe we should call it a night?”

“Maybe, but I don’t really want this moment to end” he responded with a kiss. 

“Maybe… you forgot what I’m wearing under this, and that it’s also your birthday, and that I still haven’t given you your gift” 

He grinned and pulled your hand leading you back to the room. 

You left him waiting on the bed as you got ready. Finally revealing yourself, fully naked. 

He whined, “Babe what happened to the lingerie, I mean you’re beautiful naked but… ”

You cut him off, “but I’m not naked, I’m wearing this beautiful ring...and...it also just so happens that I bought you a ring too."  

You threw him the little black bag and he pulled out his gift blushing.

“Oh, mine's a little bigger...and silicone...and definitely not church appropriate.” 

You cocked your brow and grinned, "It vibrates too!" 

"Put it on me?" 

You slid the cock ring down his shaft and sucked his tip.

"Do you take me to be your wife?" 

"Fuck, yeah I do." 

[bbrandy2002]

Happy Birthday Burnsy!

@burnsoslow​

Burns,

You probably don't remember this, but the first time I ever talked to you was a reply to your comment on my fic, The Breakfast Club, in early July. I'm not sure what possessed you to reach out to me a week later in chats but, you did and its been one wild and crazy ride since then. You've certainly come a long way since we were new and mulling over those earlier stories-or in your case-Heavier Things, Chapter 1 (YOU ARE STILL WRITING THAT...LOL) . And while you have sooooo many friends here, for some reason you chose me to be your Tumbler Bestie. I hope you know you are so much more than that though ... you're my sister, my twinsie, a truly good friend. You've inspired me in ways you'll never know. I have watched you grow in your craft and reach an unprecedented level of talent that is evidenced in the quality of your work and through the amount of enthusiastic readers who can't wait for you to post the next epic chapter. You did it all through a tremendous amount of hard work, lot of tears and because you have a likeness that draws people to you. You're just truly an incredibly, special person who possesses a certain spark that makes this crazy place even better. And I think I tell you enough, but you really are one of the best writers in this fandom. And as you say to me all the time, I'm gonna say to you ... I'm one proud TBFF!! I can't thank you enough for all the late night laughs, bull sessions, real talks, 6 hour chats about nothing, letting me know when I'm being a dumbass or just being there when things get really, really tough. The fic I wrote isn't anything special and definitely could have been better, however I hope in some small way it captures the essence of our crazy friendship. Keep growing and shining and being your amazing self.

Love you my friend and Happy Birthday!!

Brandy

**You asked for Drake, Alyssa, Riley and Liam shenanigans. I don't know if this will be what you were expecting, but its what I came up with after 20 different versions. You'll recognize some of this as inside jokes or dialogue and situations from your own stories (yep, I stole them...lol). This is wacky and crazy and makes no sense. Okay Im shutting up now.

Thank you @sirbeepsalot for gutting the hell out of this on Monday night and @emceesynonymroll for SO MUCH of your help and suggestions. Also to my lovely pre-readers/keep me saners @jessiembruno and @loveellamae

Song Inspiration: You're Still The One by Shania Twain. **Drakes final dialogue will come from these lyrics.

Alyssa pulled her black mini-van through the palace gates, running over a cone and nearly taking out Michael, the security guard, in the process. Her hair was swept up into a very messy bun and her sunglasses were perched atop her head. She was wearing a blue, faded Bears sweatshirt, black leggings with a small hole in the crotch, and a mismatched pair of flip-flops -- both were for the left foot. Unable to find a close parking space, she double-parked her van in two handicapped-accessible spaces. She checked her reflection in the rear view mirror and wiped away the smudges of mascara that had run below her eyes. 

She was hurt and mad as hell, yet waited until, 'DIRRTY’, finished on the radio before shutting the van off and tossing the keys in her oversized mom purse. Alyssa’s dainty fingers fumbled hastily as she tried to release the lock on her seatbelt with no luck. "You son of a bitch! Let me go!"

After pulling and tugging, twisting and karate chopping at it as hard as she could, she finally freed herself.

“HAHA! MOTHERFUCKER! GOTCHA!”

Alyssa snatched her purse and cell phone before she swung the door open, hopped out, and kicked the door shut. Still mumbling obscenities, she walked a few paces before turning back around and hitting the van’s hood with her swinging purse. “Fucking hold me hostage like that again and I’m driving your ass into a ravine!” 

Everyone who knows Alyssa Walker would say she is generally a fun, loving, and sociable little woman. She’s a devoted wife who has been married to the man of her dreams for several years and a wonderful mother to their children. She's very successful professionally, having served as the Royal Education Director for 8 years. A social butterfly of sorts, she’s been known to give Maxwell a run for his money, in regards to being considered the life of any party. On most days, Alyssa is typically outgoing and joyful.

Today is not one of those days.

Her flip flops were barely hanging on as she trudged across the lawn that led to the palace gardens,  thoughts of her morning crossed her mind. 

For every single birthday since marrying Drake, she would wake up to the smell of bacon, scrambled eggs, and french toast wafting through the cabin. She would lay in bed and pretend to sleep until Drake and the kids burst in with a tray full of freshly prepared foods, a hot cup of coffee, and a glass of orange juice. They would shower her with kisses and hugs, sing Happy Birthday, and then wait anxiously as Alyssa took the first bite to see if their mother approved of the time and effort they put into making her birthday morning special. When she finished, like clockwork, Drake would send the kids outside with the eldest child and give Alyssa a gift that only he could give her; one that required the skilled use of his lips, hands, and the colossus that was his … well … colossus.

Except, there were no bacon, eggs, or french toast. There were no kids jumping on the bed to wish her a happy birthday and fighting over which one hugged her first. Drake did not send the kids away when she finished her breakfast nor had she risen from the bed barely able to walk from the most mind-blowing sex she’d ever had. 

None of the things she expected happened. 

When Alyssa woke up this morning no one was home. All she found was a letter by the coffee pot from Drake, telling her the kids went with Maxwell for the day and that he would see her after work. To make things worse, her 20 attempts to call him that morning went straight to voicemail.

Drake had been working late and acting shady for months, telling her he was helping Liam take care of some horses they were preparing for next month's derby. Lately, she was beginning to wonder if there was something more he wasn’t telling her.

Now she was late for her luncheon with Riley.

As Alyssa rounded the corner that entered the gardens, she saw Riley on the patio arranging a tray of fresh fruit and sandwiches on the table. An array of metallic birthday balloons danced and bounced from the chairs with the changing breeze. Alyssa frowned with resentment towards her best friend of over 20 years. Bitch is still in her 30s.

Riley’s focus was averted when she heard the sound of rustling leaves behind her. She turned on her heels and said, “Happy 40th Birthday, Old Lady!” Her cheery voice trailed off when she caught sight of her disheveled friend. 

“Lyss? What the hell happened to you? You look like shit.”

Alyssa strode past Riley and threw her purse on the ground beside a chair before she slumped down into it.

Riley furrowed her brows with a snicker. “Bad day?”

Alyssa reached for a strawberry and dipped the entire berry, stem and all, into a dish of melted chocolate before leaving behind a trail of droplets from the dish to her mouth. As she chewed, she mewled. “Ma life if ofer!”

Riley scrunched up her face and arched back in an attempt to avoid the spittle of food that sprayed from her friend’s full mouth. She sighed heavily, grabbed a napkin, and wiped away the chunks of fruit-and-chocolate-mixed saliva that landed on her arm. “Oookaay, what’s going on? Why is your life over?”

Alyssa threw the stem on her plate and leaned forward into the table, gesticulating dramatically. “He didn’t tell me happy birthday, Ri! There was no breakfast, there was no spoiling, there was no fucking, colossus dick! There was nothing!”

“Who? Drake?”

“No, fucking Santa Clause! Of course Drake.”

Riley bit into her sandwich as Alyssa complained about Drake’s lack of attentiveness over the past few months. It wasn't the first time her friend had mentioned this to her; however, judging by how upset she was and the fact that she was dressed like a $2 hooker, she knew it was really serious now. 

Alyssa continued to point out how Drake was always working and, supposedly, was helping Liam out with the horses too. When he returned home each night, his clothes were sweaty and dirty but never smelled like horse shit. To make things worse, the sex had dwindled. Alyssa could give up a lot of things in life, but Drake's dick was not one of them.

“I know he’s cheating, Ri,” she lamented, wiping a stray tear from her cheek.

“Nooo.”

“YES! He’s found another woman … someone younger, sluttier, who hasn't popped out a bunch of kids!”

Riley scoffed. “Lyss, everyone knows Drake worships the ground you walk on. I’m sure there is a good reason why he hasn’t paid as much attention to you lately.”

“But he KNOWS I’m needy and clingy and desperate for love!” she wailed.

Riley lifted the napkin from her lap and tossed it on the table. Her friend was a hot mess -- a more than usual hot mess -- and she wanted to help. She stood and walked around the table to her grieved friend and grabbed her tiny hand. “Come on.”

Alyssa’s weepy eyes stared up at her in confusion before she let out a small sniffle. “Where are we going?”

“We are going to the stables. You said he is there today, so let's go talk to him.”

Alyssa sat back in her chair and crossed her arms. “I’m not going, Ri. He needs to come to me!”

Riley began pulling on her friend's arm, but Alyssa was not being very cooperative with her efforts. “Get your ass out of the chair, Lyss, and go get your man.”

Alyssa pulled back harder. “Get off me, you skank ass ho!”

Riley continued to tug at her, surprised there was so much strength in such a little body. “Bitch, I will drag your ass and this chair all the way to the stables!” 

“I’d like to see you try, dumbass!”

With a hard jerk from Riley, Alyssa’s chair tipped over and she landed on the ground. Her resolve never once faded. While Riley continued to tug at her arm, Alyssa reached over and grabbed her broken flip flop and began smacking vigorously back at her. 

Riley immediately let go of her and stumbled backwards. “You have gone insane!” she groaned. “I tried to help you and, if this is how you’re gonna act, leave me out of it!” She turned to walk away and glanced back quickly. “You know the way out.”

“Ri … wait.” Alyssa called out softly to her.

Riley stopped and quirked her brow with a huff. “What?”

“Can palace security take us down? You know my ass ain’t walking that far.”

Riley called for a guard to take the 30-second drive to the stables. Both girls hopped off the cart and entered the empty barn. Riley called out for members of the stable staff while Alyssa’s eyes roamed the perimeter for her husband.

“Your Majesty? Did you need something?”

Riley turned to face the man in charge as he walked around the corner wiping his hands off with an old cloth. Before she could acknowledge him, Alyssa popped in front of her, nearly knocking her over.

“Eric!! Where’s Drake?”

The Queen smiled at the stable manager. “Eric, we’re looking for Drake.”

He looked between the two women, confusion etched across his face. “Is he supposed to be here, ma’am?”

Riley looked at Alyssa, who looked like she was ready to snap at his question, then back to Eric. “Um … yes. He told Mrs. Walker here that he would be helping in the stables today.”

“Hell … I’d say its been a good --” Eric paused to calculate before turning his attention back to the women. “--three  … maybe four weeks since I last saw Walker here. Came down with King Liam to take the newest horse, Driam, out for a ride … it made me real hard ma’am”

“Hold the fuck up!” Alyssa yelled with one hand on her hip and the other covering her forehead. “He told me he has been helping out here for the last several months. Is that not true?”

Eric, realizing what is going on, backed up defensively. He could sense this was not something he wanted to be a part of. “Nope. I'm not getting in the middle of your marital woes, Ms. Alyssa.” I just want in the middle of your husbands.

Alyssa approached him and aggressively poked at his chest. “Oh, you are in so far in the middle of my woes now, Ricky boy! So drop the bros before hoes bullshit and spill what you know.”

Riley grabbed both of Alyssa's shoulders from behind and pulled her aside. “It’s not his fault, Lyss. Plus … I think Eric’s the ho in this case”

Alyssa shrugged her away and began to pace back and forth frantically. “I’m seeing sounds, Ri. I am seeing fucking sounds all over this bitch!”

“Oh God, Lyss! No!  Don’t look at the sounds ... Don’t look at the sounds” She turned her frantic friend around to face her, squeezing her arms soothingly. “Look at me.”

Alyssa’s lips quivered as she stared back at her best friend. “I’ve lost him, Ri. I’ve lost him.”

“No, you haven’t.”

Alyssa sniffled through her tears and wiped her nose on her shirt sleeve. “Can me and the kids live with you now that I’m a single mother with a cheating ass husband?”

Riley pulled her into a hug, rubbing comfortingly along her back. “Of course you can, but maybe we should talk to Liam first.”

Lyss wiped her tear-stained face on Riley's shoulder and pulled back. “Liam loves me. He won’t care if I stay with you.”

Riley smiled with a nod. “Yes, he does love you, but Drake loves you too and you know that. There has to be a good explanation for everything.”

“Then why did he lie? He’s never lied to me, Ri.”

Riley gave her friend a sympathetic frown and shrugged. “I don’t know, girl, but let’s find out”

Palace security was once again summoned to haul the girls back to the palace.

Liam was in his office taking part in a video conference with Queen Elizabeth when his door burst open.

“WHERE IS MY HUSBAND?!”

His eyes went wide as he cut them to the flash of Alyssa barging in and stopping behind him at his desk; Riley was just a step behind her. Liam’s face flushed as he looked back at the camera and apologized for the interruption.

“Alyssa, dear,” he whispered. “Now is not a good time.” He motioned to the video feed on his laptop.

Alyssa turned to the laptop with the 106-year-old Queen’s face still illuminating from it. “Turn the hearing aid down, Lizzie! Unless you know where Drake is, this conversation doesn’t concern you!”

“ALYSSA!!” Liam stood, towering over her petite frame. “Are you coming for your King?” (had to put that in there lol).

“Liam, she's had a rough day and, remember, we love Alyssa,” Riley interjected with an innocent smile.

“We do, but she can’t just barge in here while I’m working!”

Alyssa grabbed his tie and yanked him down closer to her face. “Please, just tell me you know where Drake is. He said he was working for you and he’s not. He didn’t tell me happy birthday, he didn’t make my breakfast, and he didn’t fuck my brains out this morning!”

“Oh My!”

Alyssa turned back to the laptop. “I thought I told you to turn your hearing aid down, you old coot!”

Liam’s hands covered his face in embarrassment as he fell back into his chair. 

Alyssa crouched down in front of Liam and pulled his hands from his face. “Real talk, Li. Did you or did you not ask Drake to work for you?”

He stared at her for a moment with a deer-in-the-headlights look. He knew exactly where his best friend was and what he was doing -- he had known for months -- but he couldn’t tell her that. 

Nervous, Liam knew there was one way to solve this problem. He reached over to his intercom and pressed the call button. “Bastien.”

A split second later, the door to Liam’s office opened and the head guard entered. “Your Majesty?” he said as he bowed.

“Yes, could you see Alyssa and my wife out, please.”

Exasperated with Liam's request, Alyssa stood back up and eyed Bastien with a steely glare. “I’m not afraid of this bitch! He’s the one who raised the man whore my husband became with all his hookers and shit. My children are fatherless now because of you!”

Refusing to leave, Alyssa plopped down on Liam’s lap and gripped the armrests of his chair tightly with both hands. Her bony ass caused him to yelp as it dug into the muscles of his thigh. She reached for Liam’s scotch  and took a sip before leaning down so that her face could be picked up by the camera.

“Alright, Liz, help a fellow girl out here! You have a lot of experience with a cheating ass spouse and son … should I rip his big, beautiful nuts off? Orrrr … just take it up the ass like you did?"

The Queen of England clutched her chest with an exasperated expression. "Little lady … your behavior is simply prudish and insulting. I highly suggest you learn proper etiquette when addressing me … and, as for your husband, I can see why the poor man's eyes have roamed with such an immoral and, need I dare say, crazed woman such as yourself for a wife."

"Conversation over, bitch!" Alyssa threw the rest of Liam’s drink at the screen, hoping it drenched the queen and slammed the laptop shut.

"God Dammit!" Liam yelled out while he wrapped his arms around her from behind before standing up and handing her off to his guard.

With Bastien holding Alyssa in his arms, her little legs dangling and kicking at his shins, Riley took action.

The Queen grabbed her friend's feet, which were now bare from her crumbled flip flops, and tried with all her might to pull her back.

"You’re gonna break her hip, Bastien! She's an old, feeble woman now! She could have osteoporosis or the menopause!”

Giving their best efforts to escape, including Alyssa's teeth being firmly sunk into Bastien’s upper arm, neither were able to overpower his strength. 

While carrying Alyssa and dragging Riley -- who was still holding onto her friends legs -- Bastien was able to get the two of them out of Liam's office and into the main corridor.

Alyssa followed Riley back to her quarters, where she was given a pair of flip-flops and new leggings from Riley’s 12-year-old daughter’s closet. The hole in the crotch of her leggings had completely blown out during the struggle with Bastien. There were still no answers or replies from Drake, and Alyssa was beginning to feel utterly hopeless. 

Alyssa started to raid the royal couple’s liquor cabinet, happy to swipe a bottle of Balkan vodka, when Riley had an idea. She snapped her fingers with a sly grin. “I know someone who can help us find Drake.”

“Who?” 

The ladies left the quarters and walked downstairs to the ballroom. Once inside, Alyssa took a hard swig of vodka and eyed the utility closet Riley stopped in front of with a questioning look. 

The Queen gave four quick knocks followed by two slow ones and the door unlocked. Mara had been working out of this closet for years, having been fired after a fall out with Alyssa during a costume ball that nearly got her killed. The former guard walked in there during that ball and just never came back out. Riley and Bastien were the only two people who knew about this and told no one -- Bastien purely for comical reasons and Riley for a certain skill the woman possessed.

Alyssa was surprised to find the woman hiding out there after all these years. "I thought you fired her ass! I nearly got a traumatic brain injury and hearing loss from her incompetence!" 

"Shhh!" Riley pulled her friend inside, peeking around the ballroom to ensure no one was looking, and shut the door quickly. 

Riley explained how Liam revoked her cell phone pinging privileges with the guards before the costume ball all those years ago. Apparently, he wasn't too keen on her stalking the entire cast of Friends. He did what he had to do when a restraining order from Matthew Perry came across his desk. Mara, however, was still able to ping into anyone’s phone, thus, the Queen allowed her to stay.

“That's amazing,” Alyssa remarked. She pursed her lips as she scanned the tight space of the closet. “Can she find … maybe … Dwayne Johnson?”

Riley nodded. “Bitch can find anyone.” She looked to Mara, who was sitting at her desk, and winked with approval.

“Okay,” Alyssa clapped and leaned over Mara’s shoulder. “Let’s find him … I wanna know where Drake is!”

Within several seconds, an unfamiliar address popped up on the screen. It was close to the Walker cabin but still not somewhere Alyssa knew of.

She reached for a pen and a pad of paper from Mara’s desk and started to write down the location. “I can’t believe he lied to me this whole time! I must be really stupid for him to think he could actually get away with this.” Alyssa tossed the pen back on the desk and ripped the sheet of paper off the pad. “They’re gonna write a country song about me, Ri,” she cried. “Poppa’s in the graveyard and Momma’s in the pen! I just need a shotgun and for my damn dog to run away and I’ve got a hit!”

The two snuck out of the utility closet and ran to Alyssa’s van. Alyssa pulled the ticket for double parking in handicapped spaces from her wiper blade and threw it in her glove box with the rest of her parking tickets.  Riley shoveled away the piles of empty, diet coke cans and cheese whisps bags from the passenger seat  into the parking lot when she opened her door. 

Alyssa squealed her tires as she burned rubber down the palace drive, taking out the same cone again, nearly running down Michael again, and driving straight through the lowered arm of the security gate.

“WOOOO!” Riley yelled as they sped through the streets of Cordonia into the countryside. “This is just like old times in college, huh, Lyss?”

“I suppose. We’re just not high as fuck.” Alyssa raised her eyebrows and grinned slyly with an all too familiar gleam in her eyes that Riley recognized immediately. “Say … grab my purse, Ri.”

“Oh God! I know that look. We're gonna get smashed aren't we?"  Riley extended her arm behind the driver's seat. Alyssa reached into the side pocket of her purse and pulled out the rolled up, clear baggie and tossed it to her friend.

Unrolling the bag, Riley began to bounce in her seat with anticipation of smoking weed for the first time in 15 years. The excitement quickly faded.

“Um, Lyss?”

“Hmm?”

“I know I haven’t smoked pot in a while, but this looks like a bag of carrot sticks.”

“Give me that, dumbass!” Alyssa glanced over and snatched the bag. She held the bag over the steering wheel and examined it for herself. “Well fuck!! Looks like one of my kids had a really interesting snack yesterday at school. Oh well”

After a twenty-minute drive from the palace into a forested section of Cordonia, Alyssa and Riley stopped in front of a long gravel road. Riley double-checked the address on the van’s GPS with what was written on the paper.

“It says this is it. Look’s kind of desolate,” Riley mused, not sure where the isolated road would lead.

Alyssa turned the steering wheel of her van, probably a little too tipsy to drive considering she had consumed a quarter of a bottle of vodka (that the author of this story forgot about). They made it there, nonetheless, and no one was hurt. Never drink and drive!!

Lush, plentiful trees and a wooden fence lined the gravel road that seemed to lead to nowhere until they came upon a clear view of Lake Cordonia. Drake’s truck was sitting in front of a large wooden cabin with a huge, flat yard and one of the most stunning views of the lake either woman had seen anywhere. Alyssa tried to keep it together ... until she didn’t. When she saw Drake standing on the front porch, casually drinking a beer, shirtless and wiping his forehead with his denim shirt, she skidded the van into park next to his truck. 

Drake’s eyes widened when he saw his wife get out of the van wielding an ice scraper in one hand and a tire iron in the other, a look of pure hell in her eyes. 

He took a small step back. He hadn’t seen her like this since a drunken Olivia grabbed his ass at a Beaumont Bash two years ago. Drake waved his hands in front of her defensively. “Baby girl … wh … what’s going on right now?”

“Don’t you baby girl me!” Alyssa threw the ice scraper and Drake ducked just in time as it flew over his head.

Drake had no idea what the hell she was so pissed off about, but she was approaching him quickly and twirling the tire iron in her hands. He jumped over the railing of the porch and took off running around the side of the house. As he rounded the rear corner of the home, he ran directly into Riley, who was waiting to block him. The plan was a good one -- it really was -- but her thin frame was no match against the much larger Drake. With a hard thud, Riley fell backward, which caused his body to trip over her and land face down on the ground.

Drake rolled over on his back and shook his head in an attempt to get the daze out of his frazzled brain. There she was, standing over him, holding the tire iron like a bat, ready to pounce him without a second thought.

“Baby! Please tell me what’s wrong.”

“You … you’re a cheater and a liar!”

Drake went to sit up but laid back down when Alyssa flinched the hardened steel at him. “The fuck you talking about, Lyssa?”

With months of building suspicions and hurt, Alyssa took a long, deep breath and let it all out with a wail.

“I’m talking about the late nights, the shady-as-shit lies you have spewed to me over and over again. I’m talking about you missing out on dinners, coming home and falling on the bed without a word to anyone. I’m talking about only having sex with me every other day and forgetting my birthday. Now, me and the kids have to live with Liam, who hates me now because I told Queen Elizabeth she got fucked in the ass! It’s because I’m old now, isn’t it? You wanna be a Bastien and have bunga bunga sex parties with skank ass whores who have big boobies and wear their panties around their ankles! And … I just can’t compete, Drake … I just can’t.”

Drake held his hand up to block any sudden swings in his direction. “Can I get up?”

Alyssa nodded her head before she turned away from him and dropped the tire iron to the ground. “Just tell why, dammit?” she whimpered. “Was I not enough?!”

“Not enough? NOT ENOUGH?!!” He quickly rose to his feet, twisted her around and brought her flush against his hard body. With tears in his eyes, he kissed the top of her head, his thick hands sunken into her lush, brown hair.  He was barely able to mutter a single word. He was visibly shaken and broken by her accusations and that she held those feelings about herself for so long.

With both hands now on the sides of her face, he tilted her head so that she was looking directly at him. “Alyssa!” he sobbed softly. “Don’t you dare ever say you aren’t enough for me … ever! You’re literally my whole world. In every single life, in any alternate universe … I choose you every single time. And you wanna know what I’ve been doing? Look!” He turned her around to face the house.

“This is what I’ve been doing all those months! I built it, with my bare hands, just for you, for your birthday. I wanted you to have a bigger home so you could get out of that small cabin and have the view and the yard you always dreamt of. I wasn’t cheating and I didn't forget your birthday.  I just wanted you to have everything you deserve”

Alyssa gave Drake a quizzical look. “But … you’re terrible at woodworking.”

Drake chuckled. “Maybe I love you enough I learned.”

Alyssa sunk to her knees, not to give a blow job, but realization and understanding of the last few months had set in. She stared up at the beautiful, two-story log cabin that had every bit of her husband’s heart and soul for her in it and wept. “Drake.” Her voice was raspy and full of guilt. “I’m so, so sorry.’

He crouched down behind her and wrapped his loving arms around Alyssa before placing a gentle nip at her ear. “You've nothing to be sorry for. I guess I gave you plenty of reasons to think that, but I was crunched for time and wanted to surprise you. Just hope you like it.”

“It’s magnificent … and it’s our home?”

“It's our home. Happy Birthday, Baby girl.”

Drake and Alyssa checked on Riley, who was still knocked out cold. After assisting her and giving her a moment to collect herself, Alyssa thanked her friend for all of her help and gave her the keys to the van to return home in.

Drake showed his wife around their new cabin, pointing out the lowered cabinets in the kitchen that would be easier for her to reach. He had built her a library where she could work from and read without the noise and chaos of a house full of children running around. She was thrilled over the balcony that sat just off their bedroom, overlooking the lake and featuring private jacuzzi tub where they could relax together and, of course, have sex in.

Drake took her outside and walked down to the lake, where he had  put a gazebo in overlooking the water and ushered her to the center of it. 

“Drake! This is amazing. How did you know I wanted this?”

He drew her closer to him and kissed the tip of her nose. “I know everything about you, Lyssa … there’s nothing I wouldn’t give you.”

She smiled up at him lovingly. “And I love you so much for it.”

He reached for one of her tiny hands, brought it to his chest, and wrapped his other arm around her back. With very little room between them, he kissed her lips tenderly. “Dance with me, Alyssa.”

Alyssa gave him a knowing look with a grin. “Drake Walker doesn’t like to dance.”

He began to sway with her to music that wasn’t there, but he felt it in his heart. “Drake Walker will always dance with his girl.” Kissing her once more, they began to slowly dance together and Alyssa had never felt more alive or loved in her life. He has that effect on her--always had and always will.

He spun her in a twirl and pulled her tiny body back into his own. “Ya know, Lyssa … when I first saw you, I saw love.”

Drake reached down and lifted the bottom of her sweatshirt over her head and tossed it on a nearby bench. He caressed her cheek and trailed a gentle line down her neck and across her shoulder. “And the first time you touched me, Baby Girl ...I felt love.”

His lips found that sweet spot just behind her ear before he whispered to her. “And after all this time ...”

Drake’s thumb grazed across her bottom lip before he stared into the blue eyes of his yesterday, today, and forever. “You’re still the one I love.”

What happens next? .......

[screamingintosilence]

Any Way for Your Birthday

Songfic writing challenge Day 7

Any Way You Want It - Journey

Very much NSFW

Also now on AO3! xx

“Yes, Juggie! Yes! Don't stop, baby,” her fingers tangled in his dark locks, pulling roughly as she held his face to her chest, her head falling back in ecstasy.

The slight pain just caused more pleasure to streak down his spine, knowing that it was him that was causing her to lose control. He growled against her collarbone before resuming his biting and sucking, leaving a necklace of hickies in his wake.

He pulled his head back enough to take in the image of her in his lap, her lids closed and golden curls falling to her waist where he was gripping her. His hips kept thrusting in time with hers as his free hand reached between them to stroke over her bundle of nerves just the way she liked.

She had looked like this just hours ago when he found her at the club Veronica and Josie had dragged her to. Going to a club definitely wasn't his first choice of ways he wanted to spend his Saturday night, but Archie and Sweet Pea had dragged him out with promises of seeing the blonde from across the hall that he had been crushing on for months now.

The three guys had quite quickly become close knit with the three girls across the hall not long after the girls had moved in, Betty having made a pie to introduce themselves (which Jughead refused to share).

“And how, exactly, do you know that all three of them are going to a club? I know for a fact Betty prefers watching Netflix on Saturdays.”

“And how do you know that, Jones? Stalker much?” Sweet Pea ribbed.

“Because she always comes over to watch something with me when you four are out doing exactly this, Pea Brain. Clubbing.” He waved at the club clothes that his best friends were wearing with mild distaste.

“Ronnie said Betty's birthday starts at midnight and they always take her out for it, no exceptions, even if she protests,” Archie chimed in helpfully, trying to keep the peace like always.

“Ok, but why do I have to go?” Jughead emphasized.

“Well two little chickadees mentioned how a mini Coop has been having a rather hard time lately, and could really use a hand - or more - from her Juggie.” Sweet Pea was grinning like he was the cat that ate the fucking canary.

“Fuck you, you're lying,” Jug sneered out, willing the images of Betty - in bed, naked, and moaning his name as she touched herself - to get out of his head before he had a very obvious problem.

“He's actually not, for once,” Archie choked though his laugh and fierce blushing. “Ronnie was complaining about how often they'd come home to buzzing and very loud calls for ‘Juggie’ and ‘don't stop’. But since she is the only one of them not getting dicked, they can't really tell her to just, not.”

“Fuck,” Jughead ran his hand over his mouth in disbelief. His dream girl was imaging him while getting off. “Fuck… Jesus, fuck.”

“Yeah, you can be doing that later, Romeo. But you need to go get the girl first,” Sweet Pea flicked his forehead, trying to snap his friend out of it.

“Fuck. Ok. Fuck.” He stumbled over his own feet in a hasty retreat to his bedroom to throw on something that would be deemed ‘good enough’ for a club.

30 minutes later found them being led into Veronica Lodge's favorite night club, a sensual and exclusive affair that oozed money and heavy bass beats, after the young Latina assured the bouncer “They are with me.”

He could already make out Betty on the dance floor, getting lost in the music, his eyes seemingly always able to pick her out in a crowd.

“You’ll do,” Veronica said from somewhere on his right before he felt her drag him onto the dance floor to join Josie and Betty as Sweet Pea and Archie followed closely behind.

Betty was facing away from him as they approached, Veronica unsubtly shoving him the direction of the sexy blonde, making waving motions with her hands as if to say ‘get to it.’

Keeping in mind what Archie and Sweets had told him earlier, he felt a confidence he had never really felt before surge through him. She wanted him. She dreamed of him. She touched herself to him. Images of her once again flooded his brain as the rest of his blood flooded farther south.

He reached out his arm to wrap around her taught waist, pulling her ass flush with his erection. He felt her squirm, knowing she probably thought he was another handsy asshole groping her.

Thinking fast he squeezed her waist a little tighter and lowered his head to her ear so she'd hear him over the music. “Hey there, Juliet. Heard you were waiting on your Romeo.” His voice came out slightly hoarse from having her lithe body in his arms.

Tilting her chin up and back so she could finally see that it was him, green eyes locked on blue and he felt her relax into his embrace.

“Juggie,” she breathed out, her hand reaching back to thread her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. Her hips ground back into his, confirming what they all had told him already. She wanted this.

“You came.”

“Anything for you, Betty Cooper.” If his voice could possibly get any huskier, he's sure it would. Her eyelids feel shut as she pulled his face to hers, their lips just brushing in a tease of what they both really wanted.

She pulled back with a small smile. “Just a little longer,” her smokey eyes pleaded with his. “It's my birthday after all.”

“Well, what the birthday girl wants, she shall get.” She shivered in his arms and grinded further into him.

They danced for another hour, practically dry humping on the dance floor. His face was buried in her neck, kissing and nipping at her sensitive skin, her small moans working them both up even more.

For once he didn't care what he looked like, he finally had his ultimate dream girl in his arms, rocking her body with his, wanting him as much as he wanted her. They complimented each other and balanced each other out perfectly.

“Let me take you home, baby. Let me treat you the way you need, the way you deserve,” he growled as he gripped her hips in an almost bruising manner and her head fell back against his shoulder, nodding in assent.

It took them a lot longer to make it to the apartment building, situated a few blocks from the club, due to the constant breaks they took for Jughead to press her against the closets building to devour her mouth and neck, hands wandering in places that was far from appropriate in public spaces.

Their clothes didn't last long once they crossed the threshold of the boys’ apartment. Betty's little black dress was all but torn in half in Jughead’s haste to have her free of it. The same could not be said for his own shirt as a few buttons flew free in Betty's hurry to rid him of the offending article.

“I'll fix it later,” she said between kisses.

“I really don't fucking care, Betts,” he gripped her behind her thighs, hoisting her up as she wrapped her legs around him, the black lace of her bra, garter belt, thigh highs, and underwear teasing him in the best way.

“God, you're so fucking gorgeous. Did my good girl wear this just for me?” He saw her preen at this praise. Interesting.

“Yes,” she purred while rocking herself against him, making him almost drop her. “Bed. Take me to bed. I need you.” He could feel her wetness on his stomach where her core rested against him.

He couldn't move fast enough to his room, tossing her on the bed and enjoying the view of her breasts bouncing with the motion, Betty looking only slightly stunned at the unexpected action.

Her eyes blinked slowly as she rested back on her elbows, one knee bent and showing her body off in the most tantalizing fashion.

“God, baby girl. You look so fucking pretty.”

She let a noise as her hips rocked to and fro, trying to find a little bit of release to his words.

“Does my girl like it when I tell her how good she is?”

She let out a nod before her head dropped back and her hand reached to play with her nipple.

He climbed over her quickly, taking both of her hands in his and pushed them over her head into the mattress.

“You're the birthday girl, baby. Let me worship you.” He nipped her bottom lip to free it from where she was biting down on it. She whimpered in the most delicious manner.

“How?”

“Any way you want it, baby. This is all about you.” She whined and arched her body into his.

“I want to be on top. I want to ride your face,” she admitted.

“Fuck. Yes, baby. Fuck, let me taste you.” Making sure he had a secure grip on her, he flipped them so they were chest to chest with her slight weight on top.

He tapped her bottom, signaling her to crawl up so her core was at his face. He ran his fingers lightly over where her panties sat on her hips, looking up at the vision above him.

“This is what you want? You want me?” He needed the verbal confirmation, the assurance that she had given physically throughout the night needed to be said vocally so he knew for sure.

She sat back on his chest, cognizant to not rest her weight on him. Her fingers stroked through his hair in a loving caress as she bit her bottom lip, looking down at him in complete admiration.

“From the moment I met you, Jug, I knew it'd be you. For months, Juggie, you're all I could think about. And I think…” she paused, unsure.

He brushed his thumb over her hip bone in reassurance, his hand bringing one of her palms to his mouth, kissing over the scars he knew where there from when she had let him in on a part of her past a month ago.

“What, baby? Tell me. I'm right here with you.”

“I think…” she took a deep breath, steadying her nerves. Her fingers laced with his to ground herself. “I think I'm falling in love with you.”

She felt him let out a huge breath, wiggling under her to try and sit up. She scooted down his body so he would have enough room, and once he sat up, he gripped the side of her neck, making sure her eyes stayed locked with his.

“You,” he pulled her in for a kiss, “are everything. I'm right there with you.” Another kiss, his tongue probing into her mouth, the velvet taste of her intoxicating. “And God, I'm falling in love with you too.”

Her smile was blinding and she threw her arms him, lips finding his in blissful passion.

“Happy birthday to me,” he laughed at how cute she was being.

“It might be your birthday, baby girl, but I want to finish my dessert,” he laid back down and tugged at her hips so she'd crawl back to where she had been, situating her pussy over his mouth.

He could smell the heady aroma of her and nuzzled his nose into her lips, relishing in her scent. His tongue swiped one long lick up her slit over the fabric of her panties.

“As delicious and sexy as these are, I want them off,” he growled and reached over to his bedside table for his pocket knife that he kept them.

Her eyes grew wide at the glint of metal, but not in fear. If anything, Jughead saw her pupils grow impossibly larger, nearly blacking out all the green.

“Yes,” dropped from her lips and it was all the consent he needed to cut each side of the barrier between him and his prize flinging both the knife and the scrap of fabric off into the abyss of his room.

His hands gripped her hips, hauling her so her dripping core was flush to his mouth.

The first real taste of her had him groaning and his eyes rolling to the back of his head in ecstasy, the feeling of his tongue on her making her jerk and thread her fingers once more into his hair.

And then began their dance of him trying to hold her steady and she'd buck over him, losing all sense of self in the erotic feeling of his tongue licking, circling, and sucking her clit while the fingers of a free hand insterted one, then two, the three fingers where she needed them most.

He tortured her the smallest bit, bringing her to the brink to back off, letting her come down a little even though she whined and protested. He repeatedly this three more times before giving into her pleas, sucking her juices down as she came all over his face, screaming his name in pure euphoria.

She fell slightly limp above him, supporting herself on her elbows so as to not completely smother him.

“I think you ruined all foods for me, Betts. Even burgers.”

She let out a breathy laugh before pushing herself up enough to wiggle herself down his body until her mouth could meet his.

Tasting herself on him was causing her to get turned on again, recovering far quicker than normal in anticipation of finally getting to experience what it was like to have him inside her.

“I want to ride you. I need you inside me.” His hips bucked at her admission, his tip brushing against her folds making them both moan at the sensation.

“Yes. Ride me, Betty. Whatever you want, I'm here for you. Ride me like the good girl I know you are.”

Her core pulsed at his words. “Yes.”

He pushed them both into a sitting position, a move that caused him to almost slip into her.

“Wait, I need -” he reached out to the side table to grab a condom.

“No,” she put her hand on his arm to stop him. “I'm on birth control. I just want you, all of you, tonight.”

He breathed deeply, his eyes on hers, seeing that she was being sincere. He pulled her in for a kiss.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.” His hand reached around to unhook her bra, finally freeing her boobs of their confines. He leaned down to quickly suck a nipple between his lips.

She arched against him, lifting onto her knees so he could reach between them and help line himself up with her. She lowered herself onto him, her liquid heat taking him whole, their breaths leaving them as he bottomed out inside of her.

Which is where they were at now.

“Don't stop,” she repeated as her nails raked down his back, his hips thrusting and fingers circling her clit.

“I'm so close, Juggie. I'm so close,” she whimpered.

“Let go, baby.” He resumed sucking one of her nipples, the sensation just what she needed to send her spiraling over the edge, screaming his name at the top of her lungs.

Her pussy was squeezing his cock and he had never felt anything else so mind blowing, he own release quickly following hers as he continued to pump into her until they both were boneless and he pulled her down on top of him as he laid back.

She kept letting out little noises as her body continued to twitch, slowly coming down from the high she'd had been riding.

“You were amazing. God, you felt so amazing, Betts. You've completely ruined me, so just know you'll have to stick with me forever.”

She hummed in contentment.

“That doesn't sound too bad,” she smiled into his chest. “This was officially the best birthday.”

His fingers played along her spine.

“Give me ten minutes and some water, and I'll make it even better,” he dropped kiss into her hair as she giggled.

“Ok,” she snuggled deeper into him, letting her eyes slip closed for a quick power nap before resuming her birthday activities.

[minicoopdetat]

character study.

BASICS

FULL NAME: August Levi Cooper

HOW IS IT PRONOUNCED?: August like the month, Chicken Coop- ER

IS THERE A MEANING BEHIND IT?: His mom loves a good hippy-esque name and fall is her favorite time of year. Fall’s a shitty name though and her choice was between Autumn and August, depnding on gender.

NICKNAMES: Coop. Cooper. Coop deville. Coop de Tat. Mini Coop. (( all of which he came up with))

AGE: 23.

DATE OF BIRTH:  April 2.

ZODIAC SIGN: Aries.

PLACE OF BIRTH: Salinas, ca.

HOMETOWN: Salinas, ca

LOCATION: Dayton, California

NATIONALITY: American.

EDUCATION LEVEL: BA in Biological Science.

OCCUPATION: Vet Tech at the local Animal Clinic

MENTAL CONDITIONS: Undiagnosed ADHD

PHYSICAL IMPAIRMENTS: None

ADDICTIONS: Sex. Sexting. Saying the work Fuck or any variation of it. Partying

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

HEIGHT: 5′10

BODY TYPE: fuckin ripped. that’s all you need to know

EYE COLOUR: Hazel

HAIR COLOUR: Brunette

HAIR STYLE Geled and combed to bedhead perfection

STYLE: varies, very party boy chic, but can clean up well if need be. 

PIERCINGS: none

TATTOOS: he has seven ‘dragon balls’ in various places ( 1:inner wrist, 2: inner wrist, 3: shoulder blade, 4: hip , 5: behind his ear, 6: back of neck 7:ass); nightwing symbol (ankle); squirtle squad shades ( coming soon )

PERSONALITY

POSITIVE TRAITS: loyal. optimistic. passionate. outgoing. confident

NEGATIVE TRAITS: loud. tactless. gullible. dramatic. reckless 

WHAT DO THEY CONSIDER TO BE THE BEST AND THE WORST PART OF THEIR PERSONALITY?: Best part? His confidence. It’s something he was picked at for as a kid. He was way TOO MUCH and there were times he felt bad about his high energy, but he’s grown to embrace it and wear it that EXTRANESS like a fuckin gym badge. Worst part? What do you mean worst part? It’s all great. Unless you count the part where he can get over whelmed/overstimulated. Or you know, the fact he gets conned on the regular due to his trusting nature.

ARE THEY MORE EXTROVERTED OR INTROVERTED?: Extroverted.

ANY TALENTS?: He’s a 3rd degree blackbelt and speaks Japanese. His epic pkmn battling skills. 

WHAT ARE THEIR FEARS?: dying alone and forgotten. skeletons. 

ANY ALLERGIES?: none

DO THEY HAVE ANY PHOBIAS?: not the universe its self, but the idea that one life is nothing but a speck, maybe tinier, in the grand scheme of things

WHAT IS THEIR SOFT SPOT?: friends & family. animals. underdogs. his ears and his collar bone.

LIST 3 PET-PEEVES THEY CAN’T STAND: shoes in the house. shoes in general. passive agressive behavior.

PAST

BEST MEMORY:  When his entire family came out to his last soccer game to be his cheering section despite being ousted by the rest of the team. He sat the bench, due to the fight, but they made a big deal out of it anyway.

WORST MEMORY: His first panic attack. He was in 4th grade and being sent to the principal’s office. It was a rainy day, so they’d been stuck inside the entire time and gym wasn’t for another hour or so. It was the classic struggle for him and Ms. Donaldson. She wanted him to sit still and well-- he needed to move. In kindergarten, pacing around, wiggling, bouncing, all that might’ve been excusable cause Kindergarteners were little. They couldn’t help it. But a nine year old? She had trouble giving him the same leeway so to make an example of him, she sent him to the principal’s. Fine. He didn’t care until he got half way down the hall and suddenly it felt like his chest was on fire. It tightened and he found himself struggling to breathe, leaving him light headed and trembling. He thought he was fucking dying and it didn’t help that he could see a class coming from the computer lab. So rather than let anyone see him, he ducked into the nearest broom closet and shut the door. Didn’t help. It was small. Too small and he tried the door. It didn’t budge. He tried again. Nothing. The room felt like it was getting smaller and smaller, his chest tighter to the point he was sobbing and banging on the door. He was going to die in there. He was sure of it. And he had so much to do. He hadn’t finished the last Saga of DBZ. He needed to take his black belt test. He never even got to ask Chelsey C out to get ice cream and he was so so sure he could score at least a kiss on the cheek and he leaned against the door, fists slamming on the door one last time before it opened, and he tumbled out into the floor. The principal, along with a good chunk of the his class were standing there as he crumpled and curled into a ball. Two minutes. That’s how long he’d been gone and how long it took for him to derail the first half of his school year. He did his best to ignore the teasing and generally did a good job. It wasn’t his last incident, but it was certainly the worst.

BIGGEST SECRET: He could’ve been a dad a few years ago. It was a random hook up and he was scared shitless, but planned on stepping up to do the right thing. She had a miscarriage though and he still wonders what his life would be like if she hadn’t.

BIGGEST WISH: To live life to the fullest, help animals out and have a strong support system. Oh and to prove Carol Baskin murdered her husband.

BIGGEST FEAR: Dying without anyone truly seeing him. He’s accepted himself, mess and all. He refuses to let anyone change what makes him him and refuses to beg anyone to see past his loud obnoxious self, but sometimes it’s all so exhausting. the idea of dying, and being thought of as just another insignificant fuck boi is fucking crushing.

FIRST KISS: Chelsey C. at the park across the street from the ice cream shop.

FIRST LOVE: Samantha Ruiz.  

CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND:  Adam Birch. Danielle Fitzgerald

CHILDHOOD PERSONALITY: Cooper was even more loud and showy than he is now. He had the energy of five Energizer bunnies and reeked havoc on the school. He actually had a special room dedicated to him at one point that the teacher just let him get his energy out in. Most of it was positive, though there were moments he became overwhelmed, angry or distraught. At first it was seen as dramatics, but it quickly snowballed to the point his teachers were requesting medicine of some sort. His mother enrolled him in therapy and they worked on rounding out his moods. It worked well enough that he was able to get by aside from a panic attack every once and a while. Other than that, he was and still very much is a high energy guy.

ROMANCE & SEXUALITY

TURN ONS: Daddy kink. Confidence. Doe eyes. Independence. Glasses. Eye contact. Dirty Talk. Honesty. Wax play. Playful banter/teasing/laughing during sex. Having his hands restrained. Marking. Boldness. A pulse.

TURN OFFS: Bathroom play. Indifference. Judgement. Cynicism. Bullies (emotional or physical)

MISCELLANEOUS

SPEAKING VOICE CLAIM: Gregg Sulkin

SINGING VOICE CLAIM: N/A

MOTHER’S NAME: elizabeth cooper

RELATIONSHIP WITH MOTHER: His mother is his biggest supporter and he loves her to death. She was there for him when he was struggling most and let him know it was ok to be him, no matter what other people thought or felt.

FATHER’S NAME: maxwell cooper

RELATIONSHIP WITH FATHER: His relationship with his father isn’t as close as he and his mother, but they love each other and have their own way of showing it.

SIBLINGS: maxwell cooper jr (36), summer cooper (34; heartborn), dawn cooper (32), buzz cooper (30; heartborn), willow cooper (28), skye cooper (26; heartborn)

PETS: Satoshi; “foster” dog

ROLE MODELS: His parents. His brother. Joe Exotic. Goku. 

FAVORITE PLACE: The animal shelter.

FAVORITE ANIMALS: White Tigers. Otters.

FAVORITE BOOKS: Most comics. The Giver.

FAVORITE MOVIES: Most of the Bond Movies. Hunger Games. Clue. Cabin in the Woods.

FAVORITE MUSIC: Anything by Usher. Childish Gambino. Doja Cat. MJ. Anything and everything really.

FAVORITE FOOD: Mexican. Steak. Crab Rangoon. THE RANGOON MOTHER.

QUIRKS

ARE THEY RIGHT OR LEFT HANDED?: Left Handed

WHAT’S A WORD THAT’S ALWAYS ON THEIR LIPS?: Fuck. DIck. Fuck Me.

WHAT LANGUAGES DO THEY SPEAK?: English and Japanese

DO THEY CURSE?: Excessively.

WHAT’S THEIR WORST HABIT(S)?: Talks about his dick too much. Clicks his tongue. Can’t sit still long periods of time. Trusts anyone and everyone.

DO THEY DRINK OR SMOKE? HOW FREQUENTLY?:  Yes, but not often. 

ARE THEY AN EARLY BIRD OR A NIGHT OWL?: Both. But leans toward Night Owl.

HOW TIDY IS THEIR ROOM?: Incredibly tidy as is the rest of his place.

HOW LONG TO THEY USUALLY TAKE GETTING READY?: About an hour on a good day. He’s got a routine and he doesn’t sacrifice quality for speed.

[itakesurveys]

Survey 309

How do you dress when you’re not at work? when i’m not at work and home. i’m not dressed. normally in a crop-top graphic tee and some briefs. if i’m not at work and out & about; i wear skinny jeans, converse and a t-shirt. i’m simple. i use to care way more about fashion when i was younger but now... idc. lol. 

What is your favorite thing about yourself? i do like my teeth. even though i hate when i smile. 

Tell me about the shirt you’re wearing? it’s a black crop-top from target and it has the words. “more glitter” on it. 

What was the first thing you thought this morning? “i have to pee” 

Who did you last say I love you to? boyfriend.  

Are you wearing shorts? nope, i’m wearing underwear only. 

Ever had a boy best friend? boyfriend. but other than him, no. i like girls more. ha. 

Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? yes, i like pet names. 

Do your parents actually knock on your door before entering your room? yes. it’s called respect. 

Do you think sweat bands look hot on guys? nah. 

Have you ever thought a man over 40 was attractive? yes. there are many hot “daddies” out there. haha. Anderson Cooper is a cutie and he is 52. 

Would you prefer to date someone taller, shorter, or the same height as you? i don’t care. 

Can you honestly say you’re okay right now? sure. 

Is there a song that every time you hear it, you think of someone? many of them. 

What can’t you wait for? i can’t wait for this joint i’m about to have in few minutes. 

Are you ticklish? sometimes. in some spots. 

Do you have a bad temper? i was a lot worse as a kid/teen but now i tend to be more level headed. i don’t like to get angry and will just walk away or keep nodding. 

What brand of digital camera do you own? cannon. 

Have you ever seen a Broadway show in New York? no, but i want too. there are so many i would like to see. 

Do you get drunk every weekend? not even close. i haven’t been drunk in a while actually. 

What did you do today? so far today i woke up with my boyfriend, we drove to starbucks grabbed coffees, had a small disagreement, moved past it, took a shower together, got changed into comfy clothes. he is on world of warcraft and i’m doing this. 

Are you listening to music right now? no but i wish i was. i’m looking for my bluetooth speaker. 

Your last ex died today, how would you feel? anyone dying is horrible and don’t wish that on anymore. 

Do you like maxi dresses? sure. i don’t wear dresses though. 

Do you worry about guys thinking you’re hot? nope, it’s flattering if someone finds you attractive but of course they should remain respectful. 

Are you healthy? i like to think so. i do track all my food intake. actually i have been for over a year on my fitness pal app. i managed to lose 30+ pounds. 

Do you like the idea of promise rings in relationships? i think if someone feels strongly enough about you to spend money on a ring it’s sweet. so i guess i’m for them. 

Did you wear sunglasses today? nope. 

If you straighten your hair, how long does it take? i don’t anymore. i’m past my emo myspace phase. but it would have taken me like 15 minutes. 

Can anyone in your immediate family play the guitar? nope. my sister plays the drums though. 

Why were you last frustrated? boyfriend blowing things out of proportion. 

Would you date someone 8 years older than you? ehhhh.. nah. i’m 29 and that would make them 21. we would be in completely different phases in our lives. 

Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to? bryanna & anna. 

Do you have a friend of the same sex you can talk to? boyfriend. 

What is your secret weapon to lure the opposite sex? i like to think i’m actually pretty charming. 

What do you want to get accomplished today/tonight? today i just want to focus on having a good day, and not petty arguments with the boyfriend. 

You’re single, right? not even close. 10+ year relationship. 

Do you like the snow? nah, i mean it would be weird living in a place that it didn’t snow but i would get over it pretty fast. 

When was the last time you were told you were cute? today. 30 minutes ago. 

Would you ever smile at a stranger? yes, i do a lot because i’m not a trash human. 

Do you need to go shopping for anything? home supplies and household items. because moving this week. 

How much have you changed in the last year or so? i have changed a lot. i found out what is important. and i have learned to not be an angry person. i’m way more laid back. i’m working on being  a better listener. “according to my boyfriend” ha. 

Do you have a favourite name? What is it? i use to have many favorite names as like future baby names. but, i don’t ever want kids. i use to like the names, hunter, collin, caleb, lauren, hunter, travis, skyler, logan. and the Kennith. (r.i.p Ken) xo

Do you wrap up warm in the cold weather? i’m it’s called bundle up. what am i a burrito? 

If you could live anywhere, where would you choose? Why? i have no idea. i do wish i could live in a tiny house in a small quaint town and i would own a small shop. 

Do you have any habits you’d like to break? Which? overthinking. not standing up for myself. holding back. procrastination. 

Have you ever wished to be an internet celebrity? How about a ‘real’ one? i sure did. back in the day on myspace i had a whole persona. i wouldn’t say i was really famous but i had a good following. around 100k it feels nice to have so many people watch or care. i don’t know if i could handle being a real celebrity. people turn on you fast.  

Have you kept any birthday cards from when you were younger? i have boxes of cards people have given more. it’s a good feeling when you stumble across them. 

Have you ever been kayaking? i haven’t but i mean i guess i should try it. 

Do you care overly about other people? not really. i don’t really care. i will wear the game hoodie for a month and not give a fuck. i never been a follower. 

If you could have any animal as a pet, which would you choose? hmmm. maybe something cute like a mini baby pig. 

What is your favourite piece of furniture you own? nothing. i just threw all that shit away. bought all new. and it’s all from amazon. cheap and idc. it looks cute. and i will replace it when i’m over it. 

Do you still live with your parents? i live in studio on third floor. mom lives on second currently. but, i am moving this week. new place is ready!

Have you ever been told your aspirations are unrealistic? hmmm. most people tell me to go for my dreams. i’m holding myself back. 

When were you last jealous? Are you a jealous person? not a jealous person unless you trying to put your dick somewhere around my man. ha.

Do you ever think about embarrassing moments and cringe? i guess. 

Do you believe you will never get over someone? nah. 

Do you watch scary movies on your own? not really. but i’m never alone. ever. 

What is your favourite family tradition? i guess x-mas eve at my nanas house. 

[aflamboyanceofflamingos]

Little brothers Jason, Tim, And Damian all in the backseat of Dick’s Mini Cooper singing their hearts out to Taylor Swift while Dick curses out the driver in front of them that went straight in a left only lane

[feelhuman]

multiples of 7 !

7   :   did they have lots of friends as a child ? did they keep any of their childhood friends into adulthood ?

jessica is a social butterfly  ,  but the type that flits around all the different friend groups  ,  so while she doesn’t really fit in anywhere  ,  in the end she’s got a whole lot of individual people to interact with instead of a whole group / squad .  so yes  ,  i envisioned her to have a lot of friends as a child ! but she definitely did Not keep in touch with any of them after she moved to maine  ,  and as far as they know she moved to australia on a study abroad  &  is too busy wrestling great white’s or riding kangaroos down bondi beach to keep up any communication .  

14   :   do they have any specific memories of food/a restaurant/meal ?

phew  ,  so many  :  taco tuesdays was a ritual thing in the ovard residence  ,  every birthday in the household was spent at the thai food restaurant 2 hrs away  ,  and all meals were eaten together as a family .  

21  :   do they have a temper ?  are they patient ?  what are they like when they do lose their temper ?

answered here ! 

28   :   what is their biggest fear ? what in general scares them ? how do they act when they’re scared ?

answered here ! 

35  :   what’s their guilty pleasure ? what is their totally unguilty pleasure ?

answered here !

42   :   what are their goals ? what would they sacrifice anything for ? what is their secret ambition ?

(   tw   :  death  ,  alcohol use  !   )  survive her twenties   ….  kjdfhhkjgfgfk no but really  ,  i don’t really imagine her to be an overly ambitious person ??  she’s very  ‘  if something happens  ,  it happens  ,  but if all else fails  :  vodka shots !  ’   she’s majoring in archaeology  ,  but even then  ,  she’s not  .  .  .  really fazed ? she has minor goals  :  own a mini cooper  ,  get a pitbull  ,  be fluent in latin  ,  concoct an expedition through the bermuda triangle  ,  but nothing permanent .  i feel like she would sacrifice anything for her freedom  ,  most of all  ,  even education  /  a steady career path .  she would much rather be free to live her life  ,  than be tied down indefinite .  (  which is where she’s being a Dick and hogging a scholarship that could have gone to someone who would actually use it oop .  )  biggest ambition though  ??  to look back on life  &  be so overwhelmed with joy  ,  that she forgets all the terrible things that happened to her family .  

49   :   what is their most valued object ? are they sentimental ? is there something they have to take everywhere with them?

tbh she’s the least sentimental person you could meet .  she took nothing from her life in california  ,  not even a single photograph  ,  and she hates having too much baggage .  she says it’s because she’d rather have memories than objects  ,  but she does have an LA dodgers jersey in her closet that was her dads  ;  she’ll just say she started a collection of randomly thrifted jerseys if anyone questions it  ,  but that’s probably her most valued object . 

[phantomphangphucker]

Wes Plays Match Maker - Phic Phight

Prompt Creator: @deredereart Prompt: After meeting Dani and finding out Vlad is a ghost, Wes’ theories about Phantom seem less absurd to Valerie than before. Summary: Valerie steals Wes's binder and has some questions

Warning: mentions of the violence Dan did

Danny Fenton is minding his own business when someone slams an overfilled stripped black and white binder with notes, pictures and papers sticking out of it at odd ends; onto the table. Danny blinks at it a bit before putting down his milkshake and lifting his head up. “Uh, hey Val? What’s with the binder? That’s a little disorganised for you”, Danny can’t help but smile at her. Valerie gives him a soft but silly smile as she sits down. She jabs a finger on the cover of the binder and says, “Phantom, you damn moron”.

Danny coughs a little bit before composing himself, “um what? Either somehow Phantom turned himself into a kind of sad looking binder or I’m really confused”. Valerie laughs while shaking her head, putting a hand over her face “you are scary good at making up shit in the spot, you know that?”. Then after lowering her hand as Danny chuckles a little, “so I was sitting in class today and that Wes kid is going off with his conspiracy again. But you know what, Danny?”. Danny can’t help but groan and shuffle his feet nervously, “that kid is quite the loony handful isn’t he? And what?”. Valerie smirks, “yeah his theories were pretty crazy and him screaming like a madman doesn’t help. He had a giant bell today to draw attention to himself”. By the time Valerie’s done speaking Danny’s head is on the table and he’s laughing his ass off. Functionally killing his nerves. “I could live with that if he stopped trying to dump white paint and flour on me, he’s wrecked almost half my shirts at this point”, Danny is muffled by the table top.

Valerie nods, “yeah that’s pretty extreme, plus it’s kind of a dick move to be trying to out you like that anyways”. Danny chuckles, “yeah tell me about- wait, what?”. Danny lifts his head up off the table and gives her a puzzled look, just barely concealing his worry. Valerie taps on the binder, “I lifted this off Wes, with all this shit I think the only reason no ones realised is because no one thinks it’s possible”.

“Uh”, is all Danny can think of saying at the moment, he really has no clue what in all Wes has on him. Valerie chuckles lightly and leans her face down to Danny’s, which is only a little bit off the table, facing her. “After meeting Dani I saw Vlad do his whole transformation bit. And you know what?”

“Uh, what?”, Danny makes a point to sound completely confused. Valerie rolls her eyes at his fake confusion, “well half ghosts are real, Dani looks like and is the cousin of Phantom. So...”. Danny tried to look even more confused and is completely panicked at this point, “pretty sure Phantom doesn’t have a cousin”. Is all he gives as a response hoping that by not lying he’ll seem more believable. Valerie leans back and shakes her head at him while smiling, “pretty sure you both said you’re cousins and you know you could have just told me you moron. You were right, there’s no way I could fight or kill something that’s even part human. You included”.

Danny sits up right and rubs his neck, “well alright then...”. Valerie laughs loudly, “seriously? How was I supposed to not put it together. Danny, the minute I found out half ghost were a thing it was pretty hard not to wonder about Phantom. And then with Vlad? Who doesn’t bother changing his first name? Come on Danny?”. Danny throws his hands up dramatically but whispers, “I was 14, never claimed to be creative”. Valerie rolls her eyes, “so...”.

Danny smack his head as he clues in that she’s trying to get him to admit to it, “I’m not much of one for secret telling, Val. But yeah, ok, I’m Phantom”. Valerie smiles softly as Danny rubs his neck looking away from her, “finally, and Danny? Fenton, Phantom? Those sound so similar, at least Masters and Plasmius sound wildly different”. Danny shrugs, “I’m a punny man, I couldn’t resist. But you’re not mad?”.

Valerie rolls her eyes, “I’m not happy but no I’m not mad. I wish you had told me on your own, in the beginning I get you lying cause we weren’t friends in any way. But then we dated and the whole truce with Phantom happened, so why?”. Danny shrugs, sipping his drink a bit before responding, “like I said I’m not much of a secret teller, hell I’ve never actually told anyone. All the people who know either knew from the start or stumbled on it on their own”. Valerie looks a little shocked at this but she understands it, “well I would have trusted you once I knew but I do need to know why you attacked my suit. Did you know I wasn’t in there?”. Danny nods at her, “yeah, Technus was.  I knew it wasn’t you Val. I would never fight you full force like that”. Valerie smirks, “good and honestly, I could tell you were never fully trying. I used to take that as an insult”. Danny blinks a couple times before looking sheepish.

Valerie thinks for a second and furrows her brows, “you said from the beginning, earlier, there’s no way you’ve always been half ghost so, like, what the hell Danny?”. Danny raises an eyebrow and laughs, “you’re asking for my superhero origin story?”. Valerie sighs and facepalms, “you can be so awful but yes, yes I am. And I guess you really are, aren’t you?”. Danny shrugs, “well powers, I fight crime, save the city, even the world once or twice. So yeah I’d say superhero fits. Jazz even likes to say I have a hero complex”. Danny shakes his head and chuckles before continuing, “but to put it really simply my parents built a ghost portal, it didn’t work. I went inside it, accidentally turned it on, got half killed. Sam and Tuck where there, lots of screaming”. Valerie looks shocked and a bit disturbed, “that, that was incredibly dumb of you. Also, that sounds horribly painful”. Danny nods frowning, “well the entirety of the ghost zone basically electrocuted me, so yeah. It hurt. I was Phantom when I fell out of the portal, we all thought I was flat out dead till I changed back. And at least I thought the thing didn’t and couldn’t work. Vlad thought the college mini portal would work and yet he still shoved his head in it just as it was turned on”. Valerie facepalms again while grimacing, “ok yeah that’s even more stupid. But that must have been terrifying Danny”.

Danny nods, “once we figured out I wasn’t actually dead, it was sorta ok. More worried about my parents at that point. Now them trying to kill me or dissect me all the time has just become the butt of a joke!” Danny laughs pretty loudly while Valerie looks horrified.

“Danny what! That is so very stupid. I’d say you should tell them but unlike me, I don’t think they’ve ever cooperated with any ghost or half ghost”, Valerie shakes her head as Danny laughs a bit more. Danny sighing, “they’ve cooperated with Phantom once or twice. But even though I know they’ll accept me, I’d rather not deal with them going all scientist on me or trying to “fix me” either”. Valerie nods, totally getting it, “yeah I wouldn’t want my dad trying to change me so I guess I get it. That’s why I was so mad when you revealed me that time, not cool by the way”.

Danny rubs his neck, “yeah, I didn’t really have time to waste and I couldn’t let you take the battle suit. I’m pretty much the only person who could use that thing without dying. Well fully dying”. Valerie responds with an eyebrow raised, “was it really that bad?”.

“Yes, it nearly fully killed me as it was. Any normal human would have died and failed to seal Pairah away again”. Valerie slugs him in the shoulder, “so you almost killed yourself? Christ Danny you dumbass. But I guess there really wasn’t any other way”. Shaking her head, “you’re not all powerful, so maybe ask for help next time?”. Valerie is kind of surprised when Danny starts laughing so hard that he tears up a little, “Val, um you’re kind of wrong on that. If I had wanted to 14 year old me could have destroyed the entire world in the span of 10 years. Hell, that actually happened until I fucked around with the time stream. And that timelines me is actually weaker than I am now, he didn’t even have ice powers”. Valerie is gapping like a fish, “what? You were supposed to destroy the world? What the fuck?”. Danny rubs his neck, “yeah if you want the rundown, because I’m pretty much over the trauma of it at this point. All my family and friends died in an explosion, Vlad adopted me, ripped out my humanity and the ghost me ripped out Vlad’s humanity, the ghost me fused with Vlad’s ghost, murdered human me and then spent the next 10 years mass killing every human and ghost. As well as destroying all the buildings, he threw tanks at people while laughing”. Valerie looks completely freaked out, “what the fuck Danny, that-that is completely awful”. Danny nods looking a little uncomfortable, “yeah and it was a pretty big mind fuck going to that future just as he was trying to destroy Amity. You were there and called young me or me from the past, cute after I saved you from being killed by the evil me. Who’s called Dan by the way”. Valerie shakes her head, “well you are still cute Danny but how the hell did you even stop this future from happening?”. Danny laughs a little, “well Dan came to my, at the time, present and pretended to be me so he could basically murder my friends and family to make sure I became him. But I went and fist fought him, I totally lost but this time ghost saved them and reversed time. He basically pushed restart and thus made it so that I could avoid everyone dying. Dan still exists though, just outside of time having a time out in a thermos”. Valerie shakes her head, “that is ridiculous, well don’t ever go evil”. Danny laughs, “I don’t intend to”.

Valerie shakes herself off, “on a lighter note, you really should look”. Valerie shoves the binder at Danny. While Danny flips through the pages he can’t help but shake his head, “I think Sam and Tuck need costumes or something. At least he’s never caught me mid-transformation”. Valerie chuckles as Danny closes the book, “I know most of it is easy to dismiss but you really should be more careful, you dumbass. Also yeah, costumes is a good idea”. While Valerie’s been talking Danny has gotten an idea, “hey Val? Does he know you have this?”. As Valerie shakes her head Danny grins, sticking his hand in the binder he ectoblasts the contents to smithereens. Valerie jumps a little and glares at him before laughing, “I’m not sure whether that’s smart or just petty Danny”.

After Danny finishes his shake the two go for a walk, “so Danny, now that I know my lifestyle isn’t a danger to you and that you’re being honest. Want to try the whole us thing again?”. Danny grins widely, “absolutely”. Then smirking to himself, “Paulina would totally be jealous”. Valerie shakes her head, “I’m not telling her I’m dating Phantom you moron”. Danny smacks her playfully, “Val think. Valerie and Danny date, Red and Phantom date”. Valerie starts laughing and Danny joins in, Valerie says through her laughter, “Wes is going to have a heart attack”.

“Good!”

End.

[talesfromearthlegacy]

How Robin 1 and Batgirl 1 met

Grayson origin story

"Johnny?" John Richard Grayson looked up from his Comic book and spotted his aunts Mary and Sophia as well as his mother Karla both standing in front of him.

"Yes? Momma? Aunt Sophia? Aunt Mary? Do you need help with anything? Is something wrong with Mini-me ?"

The fifteen year old asked concern for his nine year old cousin suddenly building in his chest. The squirt was notorious for being a little too fearless at times, something that constantly worried both his Mother and his two aunts.

Noticing the look on his face Mary Grayson started to smile. She knew how close Johnny was to her son.

"No, No Dicky's quite alright... But me and your aunts really do need to talk to you about something John." "You see Johnny," Karla took over speaking to her son. "- Marys sister Harriet is coming to visit when we're in Gotham" The mention of his baby cousins maternal aunt made John frown. He remembered that lady. "So what? Is me and mini me and Rach gonna have to sit out? Are we gonna have to use a net? Whats gonna happen?"

"Well since it is Gotham and it is my sister Harriet whose coming…"

"Crap we're using a net aren't we?"

"Language young man, and no, not exactly"

Suddenly John felt the urge to sneeze

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Before the show John and his family were stopped by a group of people. "Excuse me Johnny, Mary, Ricky, Al?" Called out a raven haired man in a suit followed closely by a group of people consisting of two other adult males and three adult woman as well as a group of children the oldest two a pair of African American teens who looked to be around his age "Oyi Bruce! Rochelle! Janet! How long has it been? And who are these little tykes?" His uncle John happily greeted the group.

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It was time for the finale. Midway through the sound of something snapping vargely registered in nine year old Dick's mind as he steadily watched his family preform from where he sat on the center pole platform with his older cousins John and Rachel by his side.

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Complete silence .… Somewhere in the crowd a woman sitting with her grandson started to scream.

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"One's still alive!" John's eyes widen as he carefully climbed down the rope ladder. After making sure his two younger cousins got down safely he turned his head and watched as people who he assumed and hope were paramedics ran past him towards where his family laid.

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Later on that night John found himself doozing off in Grandpa Haly's trailer holding tightly onto his youngest sleeping cousin while his other younger cousin Rachel who was the daughter of his uncle Alphonse and Aunt Sophia, was laying silently next to him. Earlier Grandpa Haly and a few others had escorted the three of them here. Grandpa Haly had told them to stay put while he went to talk to the police commissioner of Gotham City who had apparently been in attendence tonight. The sound of the door opening varguely registered in John's mind.

A soft Click was heard and The lights flickering on caused John to blink. He shifted onto his back to get a better look at who it was entering the trailer. "Eu-wh? …oh... its you" Standing in the doorway was Mitchell Cooper aka His Aunt Marys great nephew "Yeah…hey how's-" "He fell asleep a bit ago.” Responded Rachel who was cuddled up close to John.

“Oh hey wheres your grandmother?" Asked John who remembered who Mitchell was in attendance with.

"Yeah…she…" Mitchell trailed off as he closed the door to the trailer. It slamming making both John and Rachel flinch. After taking a deep breath Mitchell continued “after y’all were led away my grandmother started having a heart attack after rushing over to the scene. I guess she couldn’t take seeing her own sister die in front of her and her frail heart just gave out“

"Shit man i'm sorry… how long had you been..." John trailed off

"Living with her?" Mitchell finished for him making John nod, his chin bumping into the top of Dickie's head twice.

"Not long really…like three almost four months"

"You have any other family?"

"Not that i'm aware of… my parent's were only children and my maternal grandparents have been dead for like five years..they were only children to…Grandma was my only real option other then foster care or running away to the circus…which i didn't have enough money for" Mitchell gave the Grayson cousins a small smile.

"Ha really?" The slightly older boy shot him a look as Mitchell sat down next to them. "Yes really…my parent's didn't believe in a allowence and grandma didn't either"

"Heh i guess my folks were the same way because I never got one either--eh" at the end of his sentence John felt movement coming from on top of him. "Mhm…Daddy?…Mhm…Bad dream..where's mommy?" the soft sore voice of nine year old Dick Grayson called out. Instead of answering John tightened his hold much to the younger boys confusion. "Dad? Eh" The younger boy opened his eyes slightly. John felt the kid tense up in his arms. "Sshh Dickie…don't worry I'm still here... John John's still here…your cousin Mitchell and Rachel are here to" "Mitchie? Rachi?" The boy said, his voice trembling. Taking that as their que Mitchell laid down on the side of the bed next to John that wasn’t occupied and together he and Rachel both placed their hands onto Dick's back. "John John's right Dickie we're here" said Rachel

"Yeah all three of your cousins are here Mijo don't worry Dickie we're not going anywhere" said Mitchell.

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Some time later

“Hello welcome to Wayne Manor ”a pretty blonde with bright brown eyes wearing a pretty blue dress welcomed The Grayson-Cooper cousins as they entered the Manor that was to be their new home with their social worker. The blonde who was standing next to three young boys two of which had dark brunette hair respectively while the third was a blonde and a blonde hair smaller girl as well as the man they knew was named Bruce Wayne went on speaking.

“I’m Martha Elizabeth Kane-Galavan but you can call me Bethany and this is my younger cousin Mary we’re Bruce’s younger maternal cousins as well as his adopted daughters the other kids with us are the Fox siblings Timothy, Tiffany, Luke And Tamara, the Red head is James Gordon And the three young boys next to me are Lance, Ezekiel and Roger” the now identified Martha introduced each of the other kids with her.

Before Dick or any of his cousins could speak up the smaller girl who was introduced as Mary spoke up while waving enthusiastically at Dick who in turn gave her a small smile “My full name’s Mary Elizabeth Kane but you can call me Bette, the guy dressed as a Butler is Alfred he makes awesome chocolate cakes”

The older man who had opened the door replied “Quite right Miss Bette if you all would follow me please, I shall show our newest family members their rooms so they can set their belongings down and then we shall join the others for a snack”

[buckybarnesappreciationsociety]

“The Soccer Game”

SUMMARY: I decided to continue “HappyNess Is Not A Myth.” Bucky’s baby girl, now 3 wants to play soccer. What ensues next is too damn cute!!!

Word Count: 1,898

Characters: Daddy!Bucky and Patricia Barnes, Steve, Tony, Nat, Wanda, Sam, Thor, and adorable Sarah Natalia Barnes!!

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff and hilarious shenanigans by 3 year olds

A/N: I have no idea where this idea came from, but here it is. Daddy! Bucky warms my heart. After everything he endured, no amount of happyness is too much. Enjoy!

A/N 2: 3 year old Sarah has her own SUMMARY: I decided to continue “HappyNess Is Not A Myth.” Bucky’s baby girl, now 3 wants to play soccer. What ensues next is too damn cute!!!

The moment Sarah Natalia Barnes was born, she had Earth’s mightiest heroes wrapped around her chubby fingers. Curly chestnut hair, sparkling cerulean eyes, and the cutest smile known to man. Talia, the moniker passed down from her godmother, Natalia Romanoff, cast a spell over the compound. No one could escape her charm.

Steve, Sam, Tony and Bucky turned to putty when she entered a room. Tickling, placing kisses all over her face, and blowing raspberries on her stomach. Wanda played dress up; complete with heels, make-up, wigs, and feather boas. Her godmother? She’d sneak Talia in the gym, guiding her through defensive movement. Trish reprimanded Nat, but that didn’t stop her!

Bucky, Tony, and  Steve were the worst. Unte Towe purchased a toddler treadmill and foam weight bench! Talia, Steve, and Bucky “lIft weights” together. “Daddy, Unte Steeb, wookie! I do too!!!” Eventually, Trish relented not without a few choice words for the super soldiers, billionaire genius and former master assassin.

Trish on the other hand, was the disciplinarian aka mean mommy. Talia’s charm didn’t work on her. If Bucky had his way, he’d never say anything harsh to his little peanut. He and Trish showed a united front when it came to manners; please, thank you, and excuse me. Don’t think Bucky was a wuss with his baby girl. It broke his heart to say ‘no.’

Clint and Laura visited most weekends, bringing Cooper, Lila and Nathaniel for a playdate with Talia. She would sometimes spend the weekend with the Bartons, giving Bucky and Trish alone time and vice versa. Their arrangement worked well.

“Daddy, pway wif me pwease?” Talia stood in front of Bucky, batting those long eyelashes.

Unable to say no Bucky replied, “Okay Peanut. What do ya wanna play?”

Talia scrunched her little nose, “Um wets pway putball.”

Laughing, Bucky tilted his head. . “Football? Why sweetie?”

“Coopew pways wif me and Yiya. I wun, yaff, and tick baws.”

Sitting her in his lap, Bucky reminded Talia, football was a boy’s game.

Shaking her chocolate curls, “Nu uh. I pway putball.”

Trish, standing against the door, sat next to her husband, taking Talia’s hand.

“Sarah, there are ladies who play football, we call it soccer. Would you like to play?”

“Weally? I  PWAY SOTTER!!!!

Trying to gage his wife’s seriousness, Bucky’s eyebrows knitted together.

“Wait a minute doll, we need to discuss this further. My baby girl might get hurt or somethin’. Then I’d have’ta kill’um.”

Laying a hand against his face, Trish reminded her fretting husband it’s perfectly safe. “How much damage could a team of 3 year olds do? I’ll talk to Tony about The Stark Employee mini-soccer league.”

Sliding from her daddy’s lap, Talia scampered to her room. “I dwess fo putball?”

Bucky burst her little bubble, “No dumplin’ not yet.”

Pouting, Talia hung her head. “Bye-bye.”

Whispering, Talia admonished Bucky. “See what you’ve done? Go to her. You’re a bully.”

Relenting, “bully” Bucky trudged to Talia’s room. Her tear stained face crushed him.

“Peanut, would you like to go buy a soccer ball and we play outside?”

Wrapping her tiny arms around his neck, “Uh huh, We pway sotter oushide?”

“Yes baby. We’ll ask your uncles and aunts too. Would ya like that?”

“Yesh, wet’s go wight now!!!”

Trish called Nat. “Guess what? You goddaughter wants to play soccer!”

Swallowing hard, Nat queried, “Soccer? Are you serious?”

“Yes. Bucky’s rounding up the cavalry going to the sporting goods store! I’m sitting this trip out.”

“Wanda’s here, so you’ll have company.”

Trish figured a spa day was needed. Of course, Wanda was on board.

OFF TO THE SPORTING GOOD’S STORE

Steve buckled Talia in her car seat, while the rest of the crew climbed in the blacked out window SUV.

On the drive to “Dick’s Sporting Goods” Talia informed everyone in the car she was playing soccer. Bucky kissed the top of her curls. He’d never seen her so excited.

The entire store stopped what they were doing when watching Talia and her “entourage.” Tony hammed it up with customers. Nat, Bucky, Steve and Talia rode the escalator to the soccer section.

Talia’s eyes were brighter than the sun. She didn’t know what to look at first.

Alex, customer service rep waved at Talia. “Hello little lady. How are you?

“Hi. I’m thwee,” holding up two fingers.

“Mr. Barnes, Ms. Romanoff, how may I help?” Of course he’d recognized them from television.

“Alex, my daughter needs all things toddler soccer; balls, shoes, socks, shirts and shorts. Do’ya have anything in her size?”

Alex enthusiasm bubbled over. “As a matter of fact, we do. Our shipment of toddler clothes arrived yesterday. What size is she?”

Bucky and Nat looked at each other, shrugging. “I better call Trish.”

Meanwhile, Trish and Wanda enjoyed relaxing mani, pedis and facials.

Her buzzing phone pulled Mrs. Barnes out of a trance. “Hey Bucky. How’s Talia?”

Laughing, Bucky told her Talia was engaged in a “game” of soccer with Steve. “Doll, what size clothes does she wear?”

“Usually a 3T, since she’s growing like a weed get 4T to be safe. Love and miss you.”

“Same here. I need a some “grown-up” time with’ya!”

Hearing that Brooklyn drawl, Trish knew exactly what her husband meant. “Well Sarge, I’ll get a babysitter. Maybe we can work on Talia a sister or brother?”

Stunned, Bucky smiled, “Baby are ya serious? You wanna have another kid with me?”

“Of course silly! You’re the only one I’d have a baby with. Now, hurry up.”

Bucky whispered, “I love’ya woman. Thank you for giving me something to live for.”

“James Buchanan Barnes, your happiness is important to me. Think I’ll buy something sexy to wear. What color?”

Folding his arms, “How ‘bout something red, black, or white?”

“I’m on it. Bye Sarge.”

“Bye doll.”

Steve, Tony and Nat played soccer with Talia in the aisle. Bucky recorded it for Sam and Thor, who were on a mission.

“Unte Teeb, tick to Sawah.”

Steve gently rolled the ball to the excited tot who in turn swung her little leg and missed the ball, landing on her bottom.

Bucky was right there by her side. She simply got up, laughing. “Do adin, do wit adin!!”

It was Nat’s turn to play. This time Talia connected with the ball.

Pumping her arms in the air, jumping around Talia couldn’t contain her elation. “Yay, yay I tick da baw….I tick da baw!!!”

Alex, Steve, Tony and Nat applauded. Bucky excused himself for a minute. Tears of joy flowed freely. Seeing his pal, Steve walked over to where he was.

“Buck, what’s the matter?”

“M’just happy Stevie. All the shit HYDRA put me through, didn’t think I’d ever have this…..a family. Now Trish wants to have another baby Barnes.”

“Really!!! M’happy for ya pal You deserve to be happy,”

“Thanks punk.” “You’re welcome jerk.”

Alex accommodated the crew with all things soccer. Talia held onto a multi-colored ball. Tony paid for everything. At least 3 of her shirts would sport “Barnes” on the back.

The shopping excursion tired Talia. She fell asleep on the ride back. Leaning in, Bucky asked Nat to keep Peanut tonight. Quirking an eyebrow, she agreed. “Guess it’s time for another baby Barnes?”

“How’d ya know?”

“A woman knows these things. Trish has an extra sway in her hips.”

Unloading the car was an adventure. Nat toted her sleeping goddaughter; Steve, Tony, and Bucky brought bag after bag inside.

Mouth agape, Trish could not believe her eyes.  “James, what the hell? We don’t have room in our apartment for a department store!!!”

Tony chimed in, “Mrs. Frostbite, I own an entire compound with ample space. Don’t worry. My niece deserved the best. So, I could afford the best.”

Wanda and Trish shook their heads. Nat laid little sleeping beauty on her bed. She informed Trish, Talia’s spending the night with her. “You can thank me later.”

Of course, Nat stocked her dresser drawers with clothes and pull ups. A row of Avenger teddy bears lined the bookshelf. Talia loved spending time in her “dodmommy” room.

Meanwhile, Mr. and Mrs. Barnes took full advantage of their childless night. Reconnecting mind, body and soul. Showering together, sensual massages, and passionate lovemaking. Trish gradually weaned her body from birth control two months ago. Who knows? There could possibly be another Barnes in the oven!!!

GAME DAY

Two weeks of “tedious practice,” the Stark Renegades squared off against the Wayne Terminators. The names were fierce; players  not so much.

The Renegades wore what else…..gold shirts and tops trimmed in red!!! Wayne’s brigade wore dark blue with white lettering.

Security….tighter than Fort Knox. A slew of super heroes in attendance; the Avengers, Bruce and Rachel Wayne, Clark and Lois Kent, Scott and Hope Pym. Along with aunts, uncles, and grandparents.

Bucky’s chest swelled with pride as Sarah took the field wearing #7, Barnes on the back of her shirt. Her hair in a ponytail, red headband, and small fingerless gloves. All the flashing resembled a lightning storm.

No scoring. Whoever kicked the ball, they won! Every tot on the field would have a chance to “win”!!!

The referee blew his whistle. Some kids tried to kick the ball but missed. If they fell, Sarah would go over and pat him or her on the back.

Most of the kids “scored.” When Sara got the ball, she swung her leg back, kicking the ball a little hard.

Thunderous applause erupted from the Avengers! She high fived David, her teammate. He in turn kissed her on the cheek.

Bucky practically jumped on the field. Trish yanked him down by the shirt. “James, sit your ass down! They are 3 years old. He’s not her boyfriend.”

Staring at Steve, Bucky growled, “We’re locking her up after t’night. Can’t come out till she’s 35.”

“I gotcha pal. Did you see him plant one on Sarah’s jaw? Whose kid is that? We need to rough up his parents.”

All the kids had a chance to win, now it’s time for an ice cream and pizza party, courtesy of Tony Stark and Bruce Wayne.

Thor hoisted Talia on his broad shoulder! Unte Tor, I tick da baw. I won.”  

“Fair maiden Sarah, you are the best soccer player on Midgard!”

“Uh huh. Daddy, mommy, I won!!!”

Swallowing a boulder in his throat, Bucky kissed Talia, congratulating her on a good game.

Trish joined in the kissing party. She’d never seen her chubby dumpling so excited.

“I do pway now. Dabid my fwiend. Bye bye.”

Shoulders sagging,  Bucky pulled Trish into a hug. “Doll, she’s growin’ up t’fast. Did’ya see David kiss her on the cheek? It’s too soon!!”

“Calm down husband, they’re 3 years old. By their 5 birthday, tonight will be a memory. Besides, maybe we’ll have Barnes #2”

“Are’ya pulling my leg? We’re pregnant?’

“Fingers crossed, I’ll know in a week.”

70 years torture; turned into HYDRA’s one man killing machine.  The blood spilled by his hands weighed heavy on his mind and heart. In spite of the negativity, he found solace in his wife, Trish and the cutest 3 year old on the planet...

@omalleysgirl22 @rebelslicious @pegasusdragontiger @papi-chulo-bucky @suz-123 @inumorph @electrica-xo @arabellaaurorabarnes @3brosangel @kimistry27 @the-shield-of-writing

[apicturewithasmile]

LOST rewatch (season 2):

[follow the entire rewatch-tag here]

episode 1 – Man of Science, Man of Faith:

It’s Desmond tiiiiiime!!!! Maaaaake your own kind of muuuusiiiiiic!!!

>:

OH MY GOD Jack’s flashback hair is horrible.

Desmond’s accent alone is worth watching the show but honestly, his whole character is a total game changer. He’s the personified sci-fi element and I McFriggin love it!

 episode 2 – Adrift:

Big feels for Sawyer here

Does this count as the first on-island flashback when we see John climbing down the hatch? Because we already saw what happened after that in the previous episode… I guess it’s only a mini flashback but still… it is…

Awwww it’s the Dharma sharky

With every Michael flashback I hate his ex even more.

How did everything that’s happened so far only happen in 44 days?!?! It feels like they gone through enough drama for a whole year.

“box man”

episode 3 – Orientation:

Katey Sagal <3

Kate discovering the real important shit – first the chocolate, now the guns

“You needed a father figure and I needed a kidney.” Fuck you Anthony Cooper.

“Why do you find it so hard to believe?” – “Why do you find it so easy?” – “IT’S NEVER BEEN EASY!!!” --- you tell him, John!!!

episode 4 – Everybody Hates Hugo:

I missed Rose!

….Hurley’s boss at the fast food restaurant… ain’t that the same guy who bullied John at the box company? Did I ever notice that before?

episode 5 – …And Found:

Jin’s hair growing longer is all I ever needed for my inner peace.

That Sun + John scene in her garden :’)

I forgot how good the score of that show is. Suck me right up with the feels!

episode 6 – Abandoned:

Oh nooo… that the episode where Shannon dies? Please don’t!!!

I can never understand what it is Ghost Walt is saying to Shannon

John holding the baby *external screaming*

I’ll forever be bitter that they killed Shannon off – all the missed potential for character development

episode 7 – The Other 48 Days:

It’s Nathan Ingram looking like Indiana Jones.

Is it ever explained what the Arrow Station was for?

It’s so annoying that the place Ana killed Goodwin isn’t the same place where Jin finds his corpse in the jungle.

episode 8 – Collision:

Kate winning against Jack at golf is what I’m here for.

I wish Ana Lucia and Sayid had gotten more scenes together after that

“What good would it be to kill you if we’re both already dead?”

That reunion scene of Rose & Bernard and Sun & Jin is soooooo kitschy, I love it

episode 9 – What Kate Did:

Petition for Daniel Daw Kim to be topless more often

I… didn’t remember Sawyer fever-mumbles to Jack that he loves Kate

Ah yes, it’s the black horsey episode

Shannon’s funeral :’( whyyyyyy?????

“Boy, when you say beginning you mean… beginning.”

I’m trying to figure out who cut out part of the Orientation video… was it Kelvin?

Kate’s dad, who’s a very high ranking soldier: “I don’t have murder in my heart.” Me: …..sure, Jan.

“Don’t mistake coincidence for fate.” Mr. Eko and John could have had sooo many intriguing conversations; it’s a pity they had to write him out.

episode 10 – The 23rd Psalm:

I don’t like the whole drug plot but that’s probably because that means more plot for Charlie… like… don’t get me wrong: I like the backstory, but not the new found drama with Charlie

Smokey in his whole glory. That scene is so breath taking, I love it.

episode 11 – The Hunting Party:

 I had forgotten the whole “Michael locks John and Jack up in the armory”-bit

And Jack and Locke actually taking a button-shift together? That’s programmed trouble.

Fuck you Jack! Take Kate with you! You’ve known her for…. What? Over 50 days? You know she won’t stay behind. You’re really no good judge of character, are you?

funny how John is so curious about Sawyer’s name… kinds foreshadowing to the whole Anthony Cooper connection as if John already felt it somehow

Geronimo Jackson

episode 12 – Fire + Water:

 I find it interesting that they chose a + symbol for the title instead of “and” or an ampersand.

Charlie’s parents’ accents are… bad.

“Now Locke’s your friend, eh?” oh shut the fuck up Charlie!!!

Hurley as Jesus on Charlie’s dream is foreshadowing

The difference between Charlie and John is that John is protective over Claire and Aaron whereas Charlie is possessive.

 “[Kate’s] hot, [Jack’s] hot” – Ana Lucia, confirmed bisexual.

YAAAAS!!! Hit the bastard, John! You show him!!!!

episode 13 – The Long Con:

 “You wanna break seven virgin Marys? Be my guest! But I’m superstitious.”

Yunjin Kim is the only person on earth that can make the colour orange look good to me

Seriously… I didn’t remember why exactly I dislike Charlie so much but season 2 reminds me episode by episode.

episode 14 – One Of Them:

 IT’S HAPPENING! EVERYBODY STAY CALM!!!!

I’m so here for every scene between Sayid and Danielle

Amazing “arm waving through a tent” acting @Michael Emerson!!!

“My name is Henry Gale, I’m from Minnesota.” LIIIIIIAAAAAARRRR!!!

I think the first time I watched it I was so excited about Michael Emerson that I didn’t notice the guy who’s talking to Sayid in the next scene is Kelvin.

The first time John sees his future island husband… awwwww :’)

Funny how at first John doesn’t believe Ben’s act but later he’s like “tell me all the lies, I’ll believe you anything, my dear!”

“Why would you travel [in a hot air balloon]?” – “Because I was rich.” Has any line in the entire show ever been that real?

I have trouble believing that Jack is physically stronger than John.

The first time we see the hieroglyphs on the timer.

episode 15 – Maternity Leave:

Alex!!! My pretty little child!!!

Oh my sassy dear rat boy

And creepy Ethan is back.

Mr. Eko: *cuts his beard off* – Not Henry Gale: Okay, wtf?

“Are you the genius or are you the guy who’s feeling like he’s always living in the shadow of the genius?” Ben you little asshole!

episode 16 – The Whole Truth:

Daniel Dae Kim shirtless again – thanks for answering my prayers

Terry O’Quinn gets sexier the scruffier he is

Does Sun realise she’s pregnant this early?!?!?!

Okay John just totally took a glance at Jack’s dick after he was getting out of the shower.

“Jack and Locke are a little too busy worrying about Locke and Jack.”

Oh riiiight, Kate doesn’t know about Not Henry Gale

The fact that Ana Lucia and Sayid get along okayish fills my heart with so much joy but then I remember she’s gonna be dead in like… 2 episodes and I hate that.

“Men reject their prophets and slay them but they love their martyrs and honour those whom they have slain. So what’s the difference between a martyr and a prophet?”

episode 17 – Lockdown:

The first time Ben yells “Jaaawwwn!”

There’s also more and more Emerchesthair going on and I’m here for it!!!

“How about you put your mangos where your mouth is?”

Anthony Cooper you fucking asshole.

John just found the most inappropriate time to propose to someone

“You came back!” – “Did you think I was gonna leave you here?!”

episode 18 – Dave:

I wish Hurley’s story wasn’t focussing on his weight to much

John putting in a good word for Not Henry Gale is my vibe!

Never mind… bondage Ben is MY VIBE!!!

“God doesn’t know how long we’ve been here, John. He can’t see this island any better than the rest of the world can.” --- that’s one of the most underrated lines in the entire show I think.

episode 19 – S.O.S.:

Moooore chesthair action!!!

I love that Rose and Bernard just fairly recently met and haven’t been together for like 30 years already.

episode 20 – Two For The Road:

Ugh is that the Ana Lucia/Christian Shephard episode?? I’m always in for more daddy Shephard.

Strangulation really is Ben’s go to kill method, isn’t it?

“I was coming for you.” – you sure were, my guy. You sure were.

episode 21 - ? :

“the artist formerly known as Henry Gale”

Terry O’Quinn’s arms give me life

It’s the Pearl station

Oh riiiight there’s been cameras in the Swan station, totally forgot that

“every single second of my pathetic little life is as useless as that button” poor John

Sawyer comforting Kate… I’m here for it!

episode 22 – Three Minutes:

Oh Alex, my sweet angel

“we got caught in a net” – “why are you telling me this, Sawyer?” – “because you’re about the closet thing I got a friend on this island, Doctor.” I wish they had spent more time focussing on that broship rather than the love triangle

DESMOND’S BACK!!!!

episodes 23 and 24 – Live Together, Die Alone:

“we’re stuck in a bloody snow globe”

Charles fucking Widmore, my OTV – One True Villain

Aaah it’s the weird Hurley bird

John crying in the jungle breaks my heart (and fuck you Charlie for making fun of him)

“with enough money and determination you can find anyone”

Desmond realising John saved his life by hammering on that hatch door is one of the best moments in the whole show.

Not Henry Gale is back, my bebe, right there with the dramatic appearance on a boat

Desmond really big on competing against Sayid in the “who’s got the best island hair”-competition (Sayid still winning tho)

“I’m sorry for whatever happened that made you stop believing but it’s all real.”

“We’re the good guys, Michael!”

[giantbandgeeks]

winter sound: nine

backyard//eight//story page//1dff

nine: february 2028

harry

Olive thought she was sneaking down the stairs, but Molly and I heard her hit the squeaky top step and gave each other a quick glance before hiding what we had been doing. My wife was yawning and rubbing her eyes when she turned the corner to see the pair of us sitting at the peninsula. We had hung up little pink hearts everywhere in addition to the ones she had stuck to the window that faced the driveway a couple days ago, and I knew she could probably have smelled exactly what we were making the moment she woke up.

“What are you two sneaking around about?” She plopped down onto the third stool, leaning forward on her elbows so she could look at us. “Don’t look at me like that. You’re crazy if you think I didn’t smell food from upstairs.”

“Okay, fine,” Molly broke, sliding off her seat and walking around the corner to pull the tray of Olive’s breakfast out of its hiding spot. “It was supposed to be breakfast in bed but you ruined it.”

“I’m sorry!” Olive was smiling, watching Molly as she slid the plate of food over to her. I had to sway Molly away from making bacon because Olive had gotten sick the last time she had just whiffed it, but she didn’t notice that her mum was eating foods that were easy on her stomach. It seemed like Olive had been sick since she told me that she was pregnant, having to stay around Surrey rather than into the studio with me because of how terrible she was feeling, but things had been looking up the past few days. “Thank you, Mols.”

“Hey! I cooked all of that!”

“Thank you to you too,” My wife scooted over, pressing a brief kiss to my lips. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” I smirked, pointing to a box on the tray that Molly had left on the other end of the counter.

“We said no presents,” She deadpanned, not making a move past raising a piece of toast to her mouth.

“It’s not from me!” I raised my hands, immediately responding so that Olive wouldn’t start crying. Surprises had been doing that to her lately, and we still hadn’t told Molly about the baby. We didn’t need her to get any ideas. “It was all Molly’s idea! I just drove her to the store.”

“Yeah,” Molly cheered, handing the box to her mum. It was quiet for a moment as Olive gently opened the pink and red wrapping. “I paid for it myself and everything.”

“Oh, Molly,” Olive had pulled the silver bracelet out of its box, and the second the little charm that read ‘Mum’ sunk in, a hand clamped over her mouth and tears started streaming down her face.

“Do you like it?” My daughter timidly asked, taking in Olive’s reaction.

“I love it. Come here,” She slid off the stool and pulled Molly to her chest, placing a kiss on the top of her head. “I’m so happy to be your mum.”

“I’m happy that you’re my mum too,” I heard Molly whisper and I nearly started crying. When they broke apart, Molly held up her wrist, “I have the daughter one.”

“They’re perfect,” Olive wiped away her tears and settled back into her stool. Molly also climbed up onto hers, and they both began chipping away at their breakfasts.

“You’ve never cried at any of my gifts,” I looked down at Olive, who had her fork with a cube of cantaloupe paused halfway between the plate and her mouth.

“I cried when you proposed, and on our wedding day,” She narrowed her eyes at me, finally getting the piece of fruit into her mouth.

“So did I! Neither of those events count as presents.”

“Maybe you’ve never gotten me anything this cool!” Olive glanced at Molly to make sure she wasn’t looking before mouthing ‘Hormones you dick’ and pointing at her belly. “Molly might just be the champion gift getter.”

“Whatever you say, my love.”

Olive only ate half of her breakfast before heading back upstairs. Molly and I had gotten up and ready earlier than a normal school day so we could try to surprise Olive, so she had to hustle to get dressed for our second court hearing. I followed her up after I was done, needing to grab a few things from the bedroom.

“Oh good,” She sighed when she saw that I had stepped behind her in the mirror. Olive had been struggling with something, but she really was almost completely ready. Her makeup was on, shirt buttoned up, and socks were on her feet. “I need help. My pants won’t do up. I didn’t even eat that much!”

“Maybe you’re getting to be a bit more than just bloat, then? Go lie flat on the bed,” I waved her over, and she did as I said. “Normally I’m trying to get you out of your pants, not into them,” I joked as I tried to zip and button her dress slacks, but they still wouldn’t go. The bump wasn’t even visible, but Olive had grown just enough so that her pants wouldn’t do up. “No luck. Is there anything else you can wear?”

“I mean, there is, but these are my only pair of dress-y pants, and I don’t want to wear a skirt. You know what, it’s probably because I barely wear them and they’re a bit smaller than my normal pants.”

“Is there anything you can do to fix it?”

“Yeah, I’ll just do the little hair tie trick and not tuck in my shirt,” She sighed, walking back into the bathroom. “I thought it was going to take longer for this to happen.”

“Your body has already done the bits up to nine weeks, so it knew what it was doing this far,” I pressed a kiss to her hairline before leading her out of the room. “It’ll probably be different from here on out, though.”

“You have a point. Hey, can we take my car?”

“It’s hard to do pick up and drop off in the mini, Ol,” I hit the bottom floor, where Molly had finished putting on her shoes and was picking up her backpack. “Plus, I’m going to be the one ending up driving, and I hate driving the mini.”

“Fine, then I need to grab something from it,” She picked up her shoes and led the way out to the car. Molly and I were getting situated in the range rover while Olive leaned in the passenger side door of her mini cooper and grabbed something out of the glove box. It wasn’t until we were on the M25 into London that I saw what it was.

“Hershey's kisses? Really?”

“Really really,” She smirked, popping one into her mouth. “It’s the only safe hiding spot that you and Molly won’t find.”

“You’re something else.”

“I know.”

~

Our court hearing was a much quieter affair this time around, only the judge, Mr Hale, Olive, and I were in the room. I was surprised that Olive didn’t continue eating her chocolate as the proceedings went on, but the bag was safely tucked into the glovebox of my car.

It was a quicker hearing than last time too, but the judge had had weeks to look over all of the information on us, and the references our close friends and family had drawn up for the battle with Mara had to be swaying the judge in our favor. There was just always that possibility that he might decide that Molly was better off without a second parent, even though I wouldn’t be able to understand how he came to that conclusion.

“Today’s subject is the adoption of Margaret Styles by her step mother Olympia Styles, correct?”

“Yes, Sir,” Mr Hale responded. He had told us prior to the start of the hearing he considered it to be in the bag. Which eased our anxiety a bit, but I was still nervous and I could tell that Olive was too.

“Mrs Styles, why do you wish to be the child’s mother?”

“With all due respect Your Honor, I already feel like I am. I’ve known her since she was three years old, so for over six years now, I love her like I would my own biological child, and I want to be tied to her in every possible way. She calls me her mum, and having that be legalized would just reaffirm the feelings that are already there.”

“Mr Styles, she’s not pushing you in any way to make this happen, correct?”

“Correct. We mutually agreed that this was something we wanted for Margaret.”

“It seems as if Margaret really wants this as well,” The judge chuckled, something I would have never expected out of him. He seemed like such a gruff and emotionless man the last time we had seen him, but now the sight of a piece of paper had him laughing. “She wrote a letter, I’m assuming it was stuck in with the references you gave to Mr Hale, saying that she would really like Olympia to be her mum on paper because the love is already there and gave specific examples about how great of a mother you are, Mrs Styles. It’s quite an impressive letter for a ten year old. However, even without this letter your case holds up incredibly well. Your previous nanny gave an excellent recommendation, the investigator sung your praises, and with every reference my perspective grew to be more and more positive that Margaret would be happy and cared for in a two parent home. With Ms Kennedy having recently been terminated of all rights to Margaret, I see no issues in pushing this case forward. You can sign the papers today.”

“Today?” Olive asked, tears bubbling in her eyes.

“Yes, today,” The judge responded, skeptically looking at my wife, who had her face buried in my shoulder. “Are you okay, Mrs Styles?”

“Perfectly fine,” She squeaked out, pulling some tissues out of her pocket. “Just overwhelmingly happy. Thank you, Your Honor.”

“Of course,” His expression had softened as he pulled the papers out of his briefcase. “If you’ll approach the bench, Mr and Mrs Styles, we can get everything squared away in a few moments.”

Olive and I walked forward together, me with a hand on the small of her back to make sure that she was okay. She signed the document in a number of places, reading through it carefully before initialling or writing out her full name in cursive. When she was done, the judge and I signed at the bottom of the page.

Molly was Olive’s daughter. And it had only taken a hassle free half hour in the city to get it all squared away. We had cleared the day of work, and were back at home two hours before Molly was home from school.

“Where’s Mum?” She asked, dropping her backpack right on the floor of the entryway. I had been waving to Louis, Lily, and most enthusiastically, William. Louis had already known the outcome of the hearing, but was under strict instruction not to say anything.

“Upstairs napping,” I looked down at her, concealing my emotions so she wouldn’t be able to tell what had happened as a result of the hearing today. “I want her to wake up before I tell you anything.”

“Okay,” It was clear that Molly was apprehensive about everything, even though she had no reason to be. Adopted or not, Olive would always be her mother. Mara wasn’t an issue anymore. “Is Mum okay?”

“More than. This past month has just been extremely emotionally draining for her, so she’s been needing to get a bit more sleep than normal. She’ll be back to normal eventually, though. Do you have any homework that you can work on while she’s asleep?”

“Yeah, I have some math,” She sighed, picking up her bag again and bringing it to the dining room table. “Will she be up soon?”

“She’ll probably be up within the next half hour.”

“Or now,” Olive’s voice came from behind us. We both spun to find her smirking as she stretched, obviously pleased that she had been able to successfully sneak up on us. “What’s up?”

“I was just about to start begging Dad to tell me what happened! Are you my Mum or what!”

“Oh, Margaret,” She glanced at me, and I nodded, giving her to go ahead to share our news. “You’re my daughter. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“It’s more than Valentine’s Day now, Mom,” Molly ran forward to hug Olive tightly around the middle, and Olive squeezed just as hard back. “It’s the best day of my life.”

~

“You seem to be measuring right around nine weeks and four days, Mrs Styles. Your baby is just about the size of an olive,” The midwife commented as she moved the doppler around on Olive’s stomach. We were using a doctor and midwife in Surrey rather than Olive’s regular OBGYN in London. The baby was going to be born here, and this doctor came at a high recommendation from Eleanor. “That’s right in line with the December 13th date you’ve given me, and that means your due date is going to be right around September 21st.”

Olive had already gone through her physical, had blood drawn and taken off to a lab along with a urine sample, and the midwife had gone through the notes Olive’s regular doctor had sent over about the appointment we had had to talk about conception.

“Nine weeks and four days,” Olive breathed, squeezing my hand. Her miscarriage had happened at exactly nine weeks, and we were already past that. “What’s the chance that I’ll miscarry?”

“At this point I’d say relatively small. Your baby is looking good and healthy at the moment. Here,” She flipped a switch at the bottom of the screen where we could see the little blob that was our baby. A rushing heartbeat filled the room, and Olive squeezed my hand again, “heartbeat sounds good and is at a consistent 140 bpm. We’ll do another scan in a couple of weeks to look for any anomalies, and at that point you’ll be out of your first trimester and hopefully out of the woods for miscarrying.”

“Thank you,” Olive was beaming, and I brought her hand to my mouth so I could plant a kiss on her knuckles.

“What kind of symptoms have you been having?”

“I’m exhausted all the time, I had some acne for about a week, and my stomach is upset but I’ve only actually gotten sick a handful of times.”

“Sounds about right. Did you already go through your hungry phase?”

“Yeah, I did,” Olive nodded. “That’s going to come back when the sickness passes, isn’t it?”

“It will,” The woman confirmed before continuing on. “Let me just take some pictures, and then we’ll talk about what comes next.”

“Okay,” Olive watched as her midwife printed a few pictures of the ultrasound and then wiped the gel off of her belly.

“I think another scan in your thirteenth or fourteenth week would be ideal, so schedule an appointment about a month out with the receptionist out front. Always call me and let me know if you have any concerns or anything starts going wrong.”

“Thank you,” Olive sat up, pulling her shirt back down. “See you in a few weeks.”

“Yep! See you two soon,” The midwife smiled, watching as we left the room. Olive booked our next appointment quickly, and then we hurried off to the car. She huddled into my zip up hoodie; upon leaving the house she had forgotten her own jumper, so she stole mine.

“How are we going to balance our careers when the baby comes?” I asked when we were back in the car headed home.

“Well. I’m nearly done with my album, but with a new album release comes touring. I don’t think I want to do that with a new baby, or go away and leave you and Molly with a baby who’s only a couple months old. I think I want to put off release until after they’re born.”

“I’ll support you on that, but you know since I own it, I can take more of a back burner job at the studio when the baby is little if you did want to release music and tour soon. You’re still at the height of your performing career, and I’m really focused on writing and producing songs. I can do that from home, or close to it,” I paused while we were at a stop sign, and Olive was nodding along. “What I’m saying is, I’d be happy to be the stay at home dad while you continue conquering the world.”

“You’re so good to me,” Olive smiled, placing her hand on top of mine on the gearshift. “I’ve definitely decided not to release an album until the baby is out of me and I’m off maternity leave. I think I’ll still want to work with music until the time comes where I need to go on maternity leave though? Could I help at the studio?”

“Of course. We’ve always written really well together in the past, and you might end up writing some stuff for yourself while you’re at it. It’ll be different to have you as an actual partner rather than mixing your album for you, but it’ll be good.”

“Yeah, I think so too.”

“How soon after the baby is born are you thinking about releasing your album?” Was my next question. Our careers were tricky things to work around, but I knew both of us could live comfortably no matter if Olive wanted to be a stay at home mum, or if she wanted me to take on the bigger child care role.

“I guess we’ll have to see how things go? Maybe around six months? How long are maternity leaves generally in the UK? I know it’s 12 weeks unpaid in the US.”

“That’s absolutely ridiculous,” I scoffed. Most of the US laws never failed to baffle me. “Here you can take up to a year, but generally it’s six months. We can afford to play things by ear, so don’t push yourself.”

“Do you still want five?” She asked, brown eyes boring into the side of my head.

“Five kids?” I asked, glancing at my wife. She nodded, and I focused back on the road. “I’m fine with however many you want.”

“I think five is a good number, but you know I’m 32 right?”

“Yeah.”

“After this one, we’ll still have three to go. Do you think we’ll make it in time?”

“If five is what we both want, then I hope so,” I chuckled, pulling onto our street. “I’m sure we can. Do you want this baby to be a boy or girl?"

"Well, I don't really know how to deal with girls. There aren't very many in my family. I think it would be less stressful to have a boy first."

"Hmmm,” I parked the car, contemplating what Olive had said. “I think we should prepare for the very real possibility that this baby, and most of our future ones, will be girls. I'm the deciding factor in this one and my family is very good at making girls."

"I guess it's a good thing you've raised a girl then," She gave me a wide, cheeky smile before sliding out of the car.

"Hey! you helped!"

"Just from when she was four.”

"Still very important,” She just shrugged, pressing the button to make the garage door open.

“I think we should tell Molly,” Olive blurted when we had gotten into the kitchen. We had been silent as I drove the car up the driveway and into the garage. “She’ll be home any minute and I want to put the sonogram picture on the fridge and I think she should know. She’ll be so excited.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah, I think she’s old enough to understand miscarriage now if it happens again, and more importantly it’ll make you happy,” I pulled my wife into a hug and kissed the top of her head. “I’d do anything to make you happy.”

“God, I lo-”

“I’m home!” Molly yelled, slamming the front door and walking into the kitchen. “What are you hugging about?”

“Well, we have some news, Molly,” I smiled, borderline laughing at her confused expression.

“You’re not shipping me off to boarding school are you?” She groaned. “Uncle Louis said that he wanted to send Lily off and if I wasn’t careful that you would send me off with her!”

“Uncle Louis was joking,” I really laughed then, and she frowned at me.

“What is it you have to tell me then?”

“You’re gonna be a big sister,” The words burst out of Olive’s mouth as she broke free of my hold around her waist, holding out one of the sonogram pictures to our daughter. I watched as Molly’s grumpy expression morphed into one of shock and happiness.

“Mum! You’re pregnant?” She exclaimed, immediately hurrying around the kitchen to grab the picture. “This is the baby? When is she coming?”

“We don’t know if it’s a girl or boy yet, Mols,” Olive laughed. “I’m nine weeks and four days pregnant, so the baby is due September 21st.”

“A mum and a sibling in the same week! I’m the luckiest girl alive!” Molly wrapped her arms around Olive’s waist, and I swear nothing had felt more complete than my family in that moment.

[babiiegoth]

Friday, July 14th, 2017. The day my world was turned upside down and I discovered I’m expecting a baby with the love of my life. My period was due Sunday the 9th, but it never came. I thought it was due to stress, although I've never been more than a day past the date my tracker said I would get it. By Friday I truly suspected, and sure enough, I'm pregnant. I immediately called my best friend at work to tell her the news, then when she had to go, I called my doctor and set up an appointment for July 28th to confirm the pregnancy. Dennis had a rough night at work, and his mom came to visit for the weekend. She said that he had scratched a car at work so I didn't think that was a good night to tell him. Saturday morning, Momma Susan was emptying our bathroom trash, and I knew she'd seen the boxes. I found her tidying the bedroom later. I lingered in the doorway, watching for a moment. She asked if everything was okay. I said hesitantly "Not really.....". She came right out and asked if I was pregnant. Unsure how to respond, I asked if there was anything I might tell her that Dennis would be upset if she were the first to hear about rather than him. She said no. So I said "Then yes, I am". She gasped, smiled, and hugged me. She asked when I found out and then assured me Dennis wouldn't freak out. I said I planned to tell him that night. He finally comes home, and asks me to run to the liquor store to get him a beer and 2 mini shots, and tells me I can get whatever I want. I said No thanks, I'm fine, but I'll get what you want. I'm not a big drinker anyway and he knows that. But Dennis gets a bit in his feelings that I declined to get myself something. He likes when I drink with him. Exasperated that he's bothered I'm not getting myself anything, I look at his mom and mouth "oh my god". She mouths back "what the fuck" with me with equal confusion. I wait a few, then approach him and offer to go tog the liquor store again to get his drinks. He cooperates. I come back and after a bit, he offers me a drink of his Four Loko. I say I'm good. He asks if I'm sure. I say yeah. Seeing the look on his face, I feel guilty and reach out to take the can anyway, planning to fake a sip so he shuts up. He appeared to not have noticed. About 15 minutes or so later, he gets up to go shower and waves me along with him. I mentally brace myself, thinking "oh shit, here we go. Now is my chance". He shuts the door, undresses and runs his water. He turns to me and goes "I know I've been a dick to you, and you haven't deserved it. I know I need to stop, especially since you're pregnant" and he gently caresses my stomach. My mind blanks and I think what? How could he know? We just talked about me getting birth control the other day before I knew anything. So I play dumb, and asked what makes him say that. He just asks me if I'm pregnant. I go to reach under the sink where I stashed the positive tests, so I could just show him, and at first he blocks me, asking again. I told him I wanted to show him something, and this time I get the tests. I hand them over. At first he didn't notice the larger one was positive already, and he took off the cap and handed it to me, presumably to take right there. I asked what he was doing, I already took it. He said "ew" once he realized I'd already peed on it, lol. He looks again more carefully, sees the positive line that had faded since the day before, and says "Oh". He then asks me what I want to do. We had been having problems and I was going to go stay with my best friend for a few weeks for him to cool down, until this. He said "Don't consider my feelings. Don't put me first. For once, think about Ashley, put Ashley first. What does Ashley want? Don't think about what your mom will say, your dad, your brother, your sister, don't worry about what your ex will say, don't think about anyone else but Ashley and what you want. What do YOU want to do?" I stood there by the door, watching him sit on the toilet waiting for my answer. I finally said "I would prefer to go along with it". He gets slightly irritable. "Don't do that, you're going to make me mad. Don't word things carefully so you don't upset me. Say it. What do you want? If you want to keep the baby, say 'I want to have the baby'". I took a deep breath. "I want to have the baby". He gets up, and he asks me to place my hands in his. He gets down on his knee, he starts to tear up. He tells me how sorry he is for treating me like shit and how he knows I don't deserve it, he needs to stop, he'll do better, how he wants to do things right, and how good I am to him no matter how he's been to me and he knows he'll never find that again. And he asks me to marry him. I start crying and look away. I tell him "No, don't ask me that unless you mean it, don't ask me because of this, the situation we're in, don't feel obligated. I want to but only if that's what you want". It's foggy but he gets up and hugs me, starts talking about how he knows that I behave the way I do because of how my ex treated me and he can't be mad at me or blame me for it, and tells me he won't hurt me like that. We talk about naming the baby after him if it's another boy (he has four boys, I had one). He had asked me at some point to go get his beer for him, and as I'm out there I tell his mom I'm telling him the news then and there, and I go back in the bathroom. A few minutes later, while we had the door open, his mom comes down the hall asking if she can pee while Dennis is in the shower. While we're all in there, he tells his mom how he apologized to me and how he needs to grow up and let things go if he wants to be happy, how it wasn't all me. He told her I was pregnant and she feigned surprise like a good woman. She asked what we were going to do, and she said that was our choice and she would support us no matter what, but that if we were going to keep it, we had to do better. She said she knew we both wanted to do things right and not have another child in a broken home, which we both knew from experience in more than one sense. He told her he asked me to marry him, and she asked when. He said not tomorrow, but maybe next year. Not immediately, we wouldn't rush. She was supportive as long as we worked on things and did better. It was good. When she left, he asked me if I was surprised at how well he took the news. I nervously giggled and said "well YEAH, I thought as soon as I told you, you would freak out or get mad, and go 'WHAT THE FUCK' all loud and just freak the hell out". I guess it helped that he spied my boxes before I told him, that way he had a hint first and could try to digest it before I actually told him. Either way, I'm so thankful he took it as well as he did and wasn't angry. I'm even more grateful that instead of saying what he wanted first, he asked me what I wanted and made sure I considered my own feelings for once instead of putting others before myself. That meant the world to me. He has been much better lately. Of course babies are not bandaids, but maybe we both needed this. We needed this to wake us up and motivate us to be better people for ourselves and to each other. We need this to soothe wounds on our hearts. We need this chance to prove to ourselves that we can be better and do right. That we can be happy, and have a happy family. We needed something to look forward to. I'm so scared, but i, so excited. The support and love that day was all I needed. Here’s to a wonderful, terrifying journey.