#but he's not leaving till he puts a baby in angela

[adrianasunderworld]

In my attempts to woohoo Greg I have somehow trapped him in my house. No I did not cheat and I also don’t know how I did it either.

#the sims 4 #the sims4 werewolves #ts4 werewolves #ts4 greg #the sims 4 greg #i dont know whats going #but he's not leaving till he puts a baby in angela

[itsmebytch001]

I saw that you wanted prompts and I though about many Rio doing your hair after Diana hadn’t been taking care of it properly and Arron not being able to do cute little girl hair styles

Hair Things:

Aaron had lost all his hair due to the plunge of baldness instead of the slow death of a receeding hair line and hadn't had hair in 20 years, he was always a tad envious of Jeff for being able to keep his hair despite being older.

In my mind Diana has exetremely thick black straight hair, and is 100% the type of person to get frustrated with your hair and try and just brush out your curls with sheer force, and when that dosen't work she simply leaves it, she would comment on the state of your hair but never try and help it, or learn how to take care of it, and when Aaron suggested she just take you to a salon...

Aaron: "Diana, I don't under stand why you won't just take her to a salon!"

Diana: "Do you know how expensive those places are?"

Aaron: "you don't even pay child support, the least you can do is pay for your little girls hair!"

Diana: "Why don't you do it?"

Aaron: "Look at me Diana, you think after all these years I know how to do a little girls hair?"

Diana: "No, I mean take her to a salon"

Aaron: "Again, Diana LOOK AT ME what the hell am I going to in a hair salon?"

Diana: "Get your skull shined?"

When you were a new born you were blessed with a full head of hair, Aaron was slightly thrown off by how much there was when he first saw you in the hospital, and more so when it grew so fast, and since he didn't know what to do, and Diana was not help he just kept your hair in silk wraps or bonnets most the time, and when he did try to take care of your hair himself...

Jeff: "What the hell have you done do that little girls head?"

Aaron: "What?"

*6 year old Y/n looking like a over gelled curly haired Draco Malfoy with all her hair comded into a pony tail*

Aaron:"...I think it looks fine..." He said unsure.

Jeff: "I should arrest for this, I'm calling Rio"

It was decided that Aaron would take you to the Morales home for Rio to fix your, on the way there Aaron insisted you cover your hair. Once you got there Rio's expression once she was your hair was initally shock, then almost a giggle, and then slapping Aaron in the chest.

Rio: "What is this?!" She whispered over to him.

Aaron: "WHAT? Is it really that bad?"

Rio:" YES!"

She spent about 3 hours getting out the gel, rubbing in some oils into your scalp and finally started putting your hair into two very thick plats, similair to her hair, during this process while you sat on the floor Miles entered the room and saw your half done hair.

Miles: "You look...rough"

Y/n: "Just wait till she's done, I'm sure your next"

And once finally Rio had sorted your hair and you finally looked okay it became standard practice that every week you would go over to the Morales home and get your hair done, Diana wasn’t happy since she felt that Rio was again pushing her out of her motherly role, and Rio even offered to teach her but instead she just dismissed her.

Rio enjoyed doing your her as she did wish for a girl originally and this was her main way of expressing love you for you, putting your hair in plats, teaching you how to take proper care of it as you got older but having you sit on the rug while she on the sofa doing your hair while you both watched trash TV was a good past time…

Rio: “Oh you silly girl Chelsea, HE CHATED ON YOU!” She said clicking at the TV with one hand while the over continued to do it’s work.

Y/n: “And with Angela!”

Rio: “Exactly!! Now You promise me Y/n if a boy EVER plays you like that you’ll walk straight away, or hand him to me, oh I’ll take care of him umhummm” she nodded to herself

Y/n:”sure Tita”

Rio: “No no no Y/n you gotta promise me”

Y/n: “Yes yea Tita I will leave then if they run around yeah?’

Rio: “Good, and you always gotta get a back round check with your Uncle, some men are evil baby you gotta know”

Y/n:” Yeah but Jeff always shuts down the boys I see, and if not him it’s Aaron always stepping into my business like I’m a little girl”

Rio: “ But you are a little baby” she kissed the side of your cheek from behind.

Y/n:” I am 17! I can take care of myself!”

Rio:” Hmmm, well what about Riven? He was horrible if I recall”

Y/n: “ I was never with Riven? He was with Musa”

Rio:” Yes yes I know but think about what could have been avoided if only she had a background check on him!”

….

….

Y/n:”yeah I guess…”

Rio: “I heard about Diana…are you two talking again?”

Y/n:” No no, I’m not ready, I’m not even sure if I care to be honest, and I’m so sick of people from her side of the family being like ‘she’s your Mom you need to forgive her’ all that, like I’m not even mad anymore I just don’t want to talk to her anymore!”

Rio: “ whatever keeps your peace Baby…All done!” She said cheerfully while pulling away from your head to reveal your new hair.

Rio: “ you like?”

Y/n:” yeah, thank you Tita”

Rio: “ No problems tea?”

Y/n: “ sure, thanks”

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#yandere spiderverse #uncle aaron #aaron davis x reader #yandere morales family #dad aaron davis #platonic yandere #aaron davis #yandere miles morales #rio morales x reader #jeff morales #jeff davis #miles morales x y/n #yandere atsv #yandere morales

[ohwowimlonley]

DAY SEVENTEEN

JJ Maybank + knife kink

[warnings - knife kink, grinding, fem!dom!reader, sub!jj]

[word count - 284]

[kinktober list]

“And you’re sure you wanna do this?” You check, twirling the handle of your knife anxiously with the tips of your fingers. Beneath you, your boyfriend is sucking in calming breaths, stomach trembling with the effort to keep himself from getting too overexcited. Your thighs encompass his hips, squeezing sporadically to soothe the throbbing of your cunt.

“M’sure,” he concludes, closing his eyes and leaning his head back - exposing himself fully unto you. His bare torso is just so exciting, you can't help but trace the sharp tip of your blade over the porcelain skin - not quite hard enough to draw blood, but leaving a crimson trail in your wake.

“Look at you, pretty baby,” you coo, jutting out your bottom lip and following the fresh graze with your pointer finger. He almost trembles at the touch, but schools himself because moving when a knife is on you = bad idea. You grind yourself against his growing cock, lifting the handle up so you don’t accidentally hurt him while your focus lapses, “you want me to mark you up, huh? What’cha gonna tell the others, baby?”

“Gonna- fuck, gonna tell them that I’m yours- and, and,” he can’t finish his thought, too flustered by your rolling hips and wandering hands.

You roll your eyes much like your hips, seemingly exhausted by his incessant stuttering.

“Okay, new rule,” you flipped the handle in your palm once more, pressed its broad, blunt edge against the base of his throat, “I’m gonna ride you, ‘nd you’re gonna shut up. Every time you make even a tiny little noise, I’m gonna put another pretty mark on you, till I’ve spelled out my name on your little tummy, got it?”

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[imthebadguyyy]

A/N - based off of this sinful photograph

Suggested listening - Wildside by Normani and Kiss It Better by Rihanna

Wildside

Pairing - Lewis Hamilton x Reader (fem!littlemix!reader)

Fandom - F1

Summary - You've been on tour for a while, and you miss your loverboy. But when he surprises you on tour, its bound to get spicy.

Warnings - smut (not well written)

The snap of hips. The soft groans and moans. The sound of pants. The sound of Rihanna's 'Kiss It Better' blaring through the walls. The bed knocking against the wall as Lewis's hands squeezed your hips, the intensity of the thrust pushing the bed against the wall. The high pitched moan that left your mouth as you reached your high, eyes closing as stars exploded behind your eyelids, as your boyfriend came right after you, your walls clenching as he came. Even after reaching your high, you didn't want to open your eyes, far too consumed in the earth shattering pleasure that was coursing through your veins, until a soft hand reached to pull your chin up, soft brown eyes looking into your own, clouded with lust and euphoria.

Pulling your mouth into his in a heated kiss, Lewis moved his hand to rest on your bare stomach, squeezing your tummy softly as he deepened the kiss. Pulling away he let his head droop onto your bare chest. "That was.." he began, far too blissed out to think of an adjective. "Godly" you said, chest rising and falling rapidly, trying to come to terms with the intensity of your orgasm. Laughing he leaned back up to kiss your nose, before standing up and walking to the bathroom. You heard the tap running, and the sound of the dustbin opening and closing. You closed your eyes again, the aftershocks still coursing through your body.

Opening them again slowly, you saw Lewis walk towards you, towel in hand, and a lazy smile on his face. He gently cleaned your thighs, finishing with kisses on both of them. He reached up and wiped your torso, which was gleaming with a thin layer of sweat, before running the towel over your nose, cheeks, eyes and mouth. He dropped the towel in the clothes hamper near the bathroom door, pulling on his boxer shorts and and pulling out one of his t shirts from the cupboard. "What about the clothes on the floor" you piped up, finally beginning to wake up from your post pleasure state. "When did it get so messy?" He said, spotting 5 different clothing items in 5 different corners of the room. "When you decided to run your hand up my dress in a restraunt" you replied, throwing him a fake glare.

"You liked it" was his cocky reply, smirk spreading over his face as you flushed and ran a hand through your hair. "I did not" you lied, watching as he raised his eyebrows. "Oh really ? Thats not what you were saying 5 minutes ago- oh wait, you weren't saying anything at all. You were too busy moaning my name to say anything else-" "OKAY fine I loved it. Now shut up and bring your fine ass back for cuddles"

*-*-*

That was a month ago. Now you've been away for nearly one and half months, away with the girls on the LM5 tour. You loved touring, it was the best part of being a singer, getting to see the music you girls made together come to life on a stage in front of thousands and thousands of screaming fans. It was a thrill like no other. The only problem was that you were away from home. Distance was never an issue for the two of you, after all, he was a Formula 1 driver. It was very rare that he was home, except during the breaks and the gaps till race weekend, but ever since you two had started dating, he tried to be with you whenever you could. Sometimes, your shows would be in places where the races were too, and then he'd definitely turn up. But it was a difficult thing to do all the time, and some nights on tour were spent pulling all nighters as you talked to each other on the phone, till one of you eventually fell asleep.

But you knew when you started dating him, this wouldn't exactly be a regular relationship. The two of you were doing your dream jobs, and they were both extraordinary. And you were willing to put in the work you had to put in to make the relationship work, and you did. Yet here you were in Madrid, feeling heartbroken and desperately wanting your boyfriend by your side. It had been a rough couple of weeks, you were jet lagged and tired, and although this was the second leg of the tour, and you had had a break, it was tiring. It was hard going to bed every night alone, when all you wanted was to cuddle your boyfriend.

Little did you know, Lewis was feeling the same. In fact he had missed you so much, he had told Angela and his publicist to cancel all events for a week, while he flew out to Madrid to see you. He had missed you, he had missed you more than he could put into words. But he also wanted to surprise you. Pulling out his phone, he scrolled down to Leigh Anne's contact, and sent her a text.

Lewis, Leigh Anne

Hey. Is Y/N asleep ?

Hey! No, she's in an outfit fitting.

Okay that's good. I need your help with something.

Sure how can I help ?

I want to surprise her by coming to see you guys in Madrid.

Oh thats wonderful ! She's been a little down in the dumps. I think she misses you.

I miss her too.

Let me know when, and I'll send a car to pick you up.

I'll be there on Saturday. Landing at 3:15 and I should be at the hotel by 4:30. Then I can get ready and surprise her at the show.

Okay done. I'll send the car around 5:30,so you can rest for a bit. You should be here by 6. The show's at 6:15.

Thank you! Can't wait : )

I'm so happy youre coming to see her ! I'll let the girls know.

*-*-*

As soon as he had finished texting, Lewis decided to start packing, the prospect of seeing you again sending a buzz of happiness running along his veins. God, he had missed you a lot. He turned to Roscoe, the dog sitting by his feet, looking up at his dad with his head cocked to one side. "I'm going to go see Mumma, Roscoe" he explained, smiling as the doggo barked in response. He wouldn't be able to take him to Madrid, he'd have to leave him with a dog sitter, but he couldn't feel too bad about it, since he had had Roscoe with him even when you were gone. And besides, Roscoe enjoyed the dog creche. He couldn't wait for Saturday.

Later in the evening, he sat down with a glass of wine, while the ringtone of your FaceTime rang through the empty house. After a few more seconds of ringing, the call was picked up, your tired face coming into view. "Hi darling" he said, noticing the tiredness in your eyes, and how much you were struggling to keep them open. "Hi bubs. Did you finish eating?" You asked, rubbing your eyes. "No, I've ordered soup" (did anyone get the reference ;) "Oh okay" was the reply. "What about you? What time is it?" "Its 9:20 AM" you replied, gently rubbing your eyes again, forcing yourself to stay awake.

"9:20? Thats pretty late baby. Why are you still sleepy?" "We were recording till 4 AM, so Im functioning on like 5 hours sleep right now" "Oh damn. Go back to sleep then baby" "Can't, rehearsal" was you reply, making him furrow his eyebrows. "Okay I guess. But don't tire yourself out" "I won't" "I love you" he said, smiling at you. "I love you"

*-*-*-*

The Madrid show was always a fun one. The fans were loud and you loved it. They were one of the best crowds you girls ever played for, and the show had its own adrenaline and excitement. But it was difficult to give a 100% when you were tired, but you really tried, you did. During Power, you hit highnotes you didnt think you could, during Woman Like Me you danced like there was no tomorrow. During Wasabi, you brought your sass level up to a 1000. It was during Bounce Back that you caught sight of a very familiar face in the audience. Unable to actually grasp if you had actually seen Lewis, you turned to Jade, who was on your side, and looked back at the crowd and back to her, asking for confirmation.

The smirk she gave you was answer enough. After that, focusing on giving an excellent performance increased tenfold. Every swirl of your hips, every flip of your hair, every wink you threw at the audience, it was all five times sexier. In the crowd, your boyfriend was well aware of what you were doing, and it was fair to say that you were succeeding at it. He could feel an uncomfortable sensation around his pants region, as his cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants. He couldn't wait till the show was over, and you two could have a show of your own.

*-*-*

"That was amazing darling!" Lewis said, spotting the 5 of you in your dressing room. "Oh look its Mr. Loverboy!" Perrie said, cackling as you rolled your eyes at her, before running up to your lover and jumping into his arms. "Hiya Bub! I missed you!" "I missed you too love. That's why I surprised you. I couldn't stand another day without you at home" he said, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you stable as you jumped into his arms. A chorus of "awws" echoed throughout the room, as the girls watched your cute little interaction. What wasn't cute however was the comment Lewis made in your ear, hiding his face in your ear so that the girls couldn't see. "I can't wait to get back to the hotel. I saw the performance you were putting on for me baby. You have no idea how hard I got, how uncomfortable I was standing in front of so many people when all I really wanted to do was fuck you"

You could feel your mouth become dry, and your heartbeat quicken, and you could feel the area between your thighs become wet. You tightened your grip around him, letting your crotch rub against his very softly. "I think it's time to go" you mumbled against his ear. "Okay girls, as lovely as it was to see you, I think it's time we go back to the hotel. I'm pretty worn out from travelling as well" "Yeah I'm pretty tired too" you replied, faking a large yawn. "Alright then, we'll see you guys tomorrow!" Leigh Anne said, leaning forward to give you a hug. After you finished hugging all the girls, the two of you made your way to the car, eagerly waiting to get back home.

The car ride home was tense. The tension was apparent in the air, reverberating through the air, choking you in a way you revelled in. The air was thick with tension, and it was suffocating you in the best way possible. It was almost too much to take. When the hotel came into sight, you practically leapt out of the car, and rushed to the door, an equally ruffled Lewis beside you. But he was not going to give in to you so easily. He enjoyed seeing you flustered. And he was not a person that gave someone what they wanted when they asked for it,no. He was going to have you desperate for it. Smirking to himself, he made his way to the reception, grabbing you by the waist as he went.

Throwing him a confused look you followed, slightly frustrated. "Hello sir, how can I help you?" the man at the reception asked, eyes going slightly wide as he recognized the two of you. "Hi! I just wanted to ask, till what time is your pool and spa open?" He asked, sliding his hand down to the back of your dress. "The pool closes at 10 pm sir, and the spa at 9 pm. We open the pool at 7 am and the spa at 11pm"he replied, struggling to maintain his professionalism as he spoke to one of the best drivers in Formula 1. "Alright thank you. And what time does breakfast start?" Lewis asked, hand pressing down on your ass, ever so discreetly. "Breakfast is from 6-10 am sir" "Thank you so much"

Next to him, you were fuming. Of course he was going to ask questions to which he already knew the answers to. A painful throb between your legs made you let out a small whimper, and the man at the reception looked at you with concern in his eyes. "Ma'am are you alright?" He asked, eyeing your stiff posture and tense state. "Yes, just tired, thank you" you replied, a little stiffly, but it was hard to concentrate when Lewis's promise of fucking you senseless kept replaying in your mind. "Alright then, good night" Lewis said, biting back a smirk at your flustered state. He knew getting you all riled up would lead to some seriously earth shattering sex, and he couldn't wait. But first, he definitely wanted to tease you, to push you over the edge, just a little more.

Your room was on the 16th floor, and as the two of you made your way into the elevator, he eyed you up and down, eyes lingering on the curve of your breasts. The minute the door shut, he pushed you against the wall, capturing your lips in a steamy kiss you'd be remembering the next day. His hands moved to your ass, squeezing hard, eliciting a moan from your lips. The moment your lips parted, he was pushing his tongue into yours, his other hand coming up to pull on your hair roughly, relishing in the gasp that left your lips. As suddenly as he started, he stopped, pulling back and standing almost nonchalantly against the wall.

Trying to wrap your head around what happened, you gripped the wall with your hand, feeling your legs grow weak to a point where you felt like you couldn't stand on your own. You could feel your wetness dripping, threatening to run down your thighs, as the throbbing became even more painfully exciting. You looked down at the floor, eyes closing as your frustration grew more and more by the second. Finally, with a little 'ding', the elevator stopped at the 16th floor. The moment the door opened you stepped out on wobbly legs, trying your best to walk properly. But of course, that wasn't going to happen. As you turned one long corridor, Lewis suddenly grabbed your waist, pushing you against the wall again, to reach down and suck on your neck. You let out a gasp, and tried to run your crotch against his, but the retaliated with a slap to your ass, smirking when a high pitched moan left your lips. Lifting you up against the wall, he mumbled against your ear "the key card" your clouded mind was unable to process the words, too consumed by slight relief you were getting. "Get the key card baby" he repeated. This time you noted it, reaching down to his pants pocket to pull out the key card. You couldn't resist running your hand over his cock, feeling how rock hard he was. The thought of him fucking you senseless returned, and you let out a groan.

Grabbing the card from your hand, he opened the door, propping you up against the door in your bedroom. His eyes were filled with a raw, animal desire, as he dropped the card on the floor and reached up to unzip your dress. He ripped the zipper down, your dress falling to the floor in a crumpled heap. He locked his eyes on your heaving chest, hand reaching up to grab your chin, pulling you in for a searing kiss. His hand slid up your torso, reaching behind to unhook the red lacy bra you were wearing, letting it drop to the floor as he took in the glorious sight in front of him. You waited, wanting him to just touch you, but he just stared, eyes looking into yours, clearly saying "beg for it"

You couldn't help the soft "please" that left your lips, too desperate for some sort of touch. "Please what?' Lewis said, tightening his grip on your waist. "Please" was all you could say again, nearly whimpering again at the rough look in his eyes. "Use your words baby. Now, please what?" "Please just touch me!" You finally gasped out, moaning loudly when he licked a stripe down your chest before taking your right tit into his mouth. His hand fondled the left one, running his thumb over your erect nipple, the rough pad of his thumb sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. His mouth sucked on the skin of your tit, before moving down to bite down on your nipple. You gasped again, pain and pleasure coursing through your body as his tongue ran over your nipple over and over till it nearly felt raw. He switched his actions, moving his mouth to your left tit instead, letting his hand harshly fondle the other. He continued the same process of biting, licking and sucking, till he was satisfied with himself. "I fucking love this baby. Seeing you all wet and needy for me. So what do you want? My mouth? My fingers? My cock? Or does my baby want them all ?" He asked, watching as your pupils dilated and you let out a strangled moan.

You let your crotch rub against his thigh, gasping when the friction went straight to your core. "Look at you darling. I asked you what you what you wanted, and you picked my thighs? Well, I want to see you dripping. I want to see you cum on my fingers, my mouth, my thighs and especially on my cock. I'm going to make you cum over and over and over again till you can't even stand on your own fucking legs. I want your thighs to be shaking around my head. I want to see you moan and groan and scream my name so loud, by tomorrow everyone in this hotel will know my name, because you'll spend all night screaming it" you moaned again, his words going straight to your core."Please Lewis, God, just make me cum please!" The desperation of your cry was enough for him to carry you to the bed, dropping your body onto the soft mattress.

He pulled of shirt, unbuttoning every button so you could see him do it. He could see your eyes grow dark, as his compass tattoo came into sight. You had told him it was one of your favourites, and he had used it against you ever since you had told him that. Smirking at you, he climbed onto the bed, lying down between your legs. You pushed yourself up against the headboard, spreading your legs wide for him. His eyes grew dark, as your core came into his view, shimmering with your juices. A near animalistic growl left his mouth, the sound hitting your core. He moved so that he was situated right in front of your core. He let his eyes take in the sight of you in front of him, snapping back to reality when you let out a groan of frustration. Throwing you a devilishly reassuring smile, he inched neared and nearer, till his nose was nearly touching your clit. Then he just lay there. Not moving. You could feel your heartbeat hammering against your chest, chest heaving up and down, an alarming intense feeling growing in your tummy. Finally, when it became too much you let out a small scream of frustration "Oh for fucks sake Lewis please just fuck me!" Your outburst brought a smile to his face. "Oh I will. Just not yet" and with that, he ran a finger along your slit, before finally slipping it into you. You let out a moan, finally getting the friction you had been desperate for. His fingers circled your clit, thumb gently pressing down, before he removed it,only to slam it back down on your sensitive clit, earning a scream of pleasure from you.

He slipped a second finger into you, scissoring around your clit, as your desperate cries of "oh, oh baby! Fuck, fuck lewis-" were lost in the heat of the moment. He leaned his head down to your core, letting his tongue run along your slit too, before licking around it, collecting your wetness on his tongue, before letting it harshly circle your clit. You bucked up into his mouth, feeling his tongue wrap around your clit. He sucked the nub harshly, his fingers still moving in and out of you. "Oh God, Oh GOD, Lew-I- oh! Oh God!" Your broken moans were music to his ears as he sucked your clit into his mouth. You could feel a strange intensity growing in your stomach, feeling a lot stronger than your usual orgasm. The band in your tummy was threatening to snap, but you needed that something more to help it snap. That something more came when Lewis sucked your clit into his mouth, letting it rest in between his teeth, before flicking it with his tongue.

With a cry of "Oh fucking hell, Lew-" you camr gushing into his mouth, your juices coating his fingers and gushing onto his tongue, as he let you ride out your orgasm on his deadly skilled tongue. Well, he had got his wish. Your thighs were shaking around his head, as your body tried to come to terms with the intensity of the pleasure coursing through your body. Looking down, you saw him with his painfully hard cock, grinding down on the sheet, as he let out a moan at the relief the bedsheets gave him. Raising an eyebrow, you patted your thigh, signaling him to come over to you. "You loved on me so well bubs. But I can see how hard you are. Do you want to use me to get off?" You asked, watching the effect you had on him. All he could do was nod, as you sat up on your knees. "Stand up" you ordered, getting up from the bed as well.

You walked over to the wall, letting your body rest against it. Somewhat confused, Lewis followed you, standing in the space between your legs. "I tried to get off using your thighs didn't I? I think you'll enjoy it as much as I did. So use me. Use my thigh. Get off" looking at you in pure shock, your boyfriend moved forward, groaning when you pushed your leg against his throbbing cock. He relished in the friction, slowly beginning to move against your leg, moaning when he began to rub against your leg. He began to hump your leg faster, as the pleasure began to build up in his body, before you reached your hand down to cup his length in your hands, moaning when you realized your fingers didn't quite meet. You ran your fingers along his length. You pumped him, letting your thumb circle his sensitive tip, eliciting a soft whine from him. You circled faster, moving down to your knees, and letting your tongue run up his shaft very softly. Above you, Lewis slammed his hands against the wall, groaning when you took him into your mouth.

But a part of him still wanted to cum inside when he was fucking you (in a condom, because wrap it before you tap it) so he pulled you back up, smirking when you whined. "I know baby, but I just really wanna fuck you now. Back on the bed please, unless you want me to take you here against this wall" practically running, you clambered onto the bed. You watched as Lewis pulled out a condom, ripping the packet open before climbing back on top of you. He let his hand rest on your hip, eyes temporarily losing some of the animalistic need that had been present in them. Leaning down, he connected your lips together in a kiss, a searing, intense kiss that took your breath away. "Ready love?" He asked, looking into your eyes, looking to see if there was even a slight hint that you didn't want this. But you did.

With a sudden jolt, he thrust himself into you, groaning when your warm walls clamped down on him. His hips thrust into you, starting off slow, letting you adjust to his massive length. "My sweet baby,taking me so well. Does it feel good?" You couldn't even respond, mouth agape, as his the pace of his thrusts increased. "Answer me" he said, suddenly stopping. Almost crying out at the loss of pleasure, you looked at him with desperation. "Yes yes, fuck it feels so good, please don't stop!" "Thats all you had to say baby" he said, before pushing in again, slowly. Then, he pulled back out. Looking at him in confusion, you gasped when he slammed back into you, a high pitched moan of "Lewis!" leaving your lips. He moved so that he had a better hold of your hips, rocking the both of you back and forth, the intensity of his thrusts was so much that the bed knocked back against the wall. What he wasn't expecting was for you to take his left thumb up to your mouth, running your tongue over it before sucking on it.

Moaning, he started thrusting into you even harder, shifting so that he was directly hitting your g spot. "Oh, God ! Oh fuck, Baby that feels so good please keep going keep-oh!" The cry that left your lips was so loud, you were sure Perrie in the room next to yours had heard you. "Fuck baby, you take me so well" Lewis said, as he nearly hammered your g spot. He was so, so damn close to cumming, and when you leant up and bit a sensitive spot on his neck, he came, gushing into the guard between you two, but he wanted you to cum to, so he reached down to pinch and rub your clit, still riding out his orgasm in you, moaning when you came with a scream. He winced when your core spasmed on his sensitive cock, and he pulled out slowly, before collapsing next to you. Panting, you curled up to him, letting your hand rest on his compass tattoo. "Okay that was Godlike" you said, earning a tired laugh from your lover.

"Yeah it really was. I missed you" he said, allowing you to nuzzle into his neck, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. "I missed you too" you replied, kissing the tattoo. "I love you too" As you lay there together, still revelling in the moment, your phone buzzed. Reaching over to check it, you saw your groupchat with the girls flooding with messages.

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Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Y/N, I'm filing a noise complaint. 🍆

Jade ✨ - Pez 😂 let them be. It's been a while for her.

Leigh 🦋- She really got some tonight huh? 😏

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️- LOL she did !! And it was obviously some goooood 'some' *wink wink*

Jade ✨- I could hear em too, and Im on the other end of the hall.

Leigh 🦋 - I know I did too! Must be some damn good sex. 😏

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Go Y/N !!

Jade ✨ - Can't wait till she reads this.

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Are they still going?!

Leigh 🦋 - No 😂 she's reading the messages. Y/N!! Yoohoo!

You - yes I'm here 🖕🏽

Jade ✨ - Did you have fun babe 😏

You - ..... yes

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - babe you can't really say no because we heard you

You- Im not saying I didn't have fun. But you guys need to calm down.

Leigh 🦋 - But its funnn

You - okay byeeee ❤

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Going for a round 2 😏?

You - okay I said bye.

Leigh 🦋 - she is !!

Jade ✨ - Go babe !

You - I need to leave this group.

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - No we love you !! ❤

Leigh 🦋 - Yeah don't leave us ❤

Jade ✨- Don't leave meee ! ❤

You - Haha I'd never leave you girls ❤ now bye.

Jade ✨ - bye babe !

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - bye you sexy minx 😏

Leigh - bye hun 💙

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Smiling to yourself, you put your phone away, to see Lewis looking at you with a raised eyebrow. "Who was it?" "Just the girls" you said, cuddling back up to him. "What did they say?" Giggling, you looked up to him and kissed his neck. "They said they're going to file a noise complaint. And they asked me if we were going for a round two" "Were we really that loud?" He asked, looking at you in surprise. "Yeah, even Leigh heard us and she's at the end of the hall!" "Damn" Lewis said laughing. "Well," he said, looking at you again, with a cheeky look in his eye, "they were right about one thing" "And what is that?" You asked, smiling at him mischievously. "We are going for a round two"

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@maxverstappenx @grandestrategia (because you are worth it 🦋💙)

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[joviewinchester]

“You’re absolutely positive you can’t come with me?” Y/N asked Matt.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I work that day. Maybe you can ask Ty or Stefan or something.”

“Yep. Been there done that. Stefan has plans to hang out with Caroline and Tyler has another wedding to go to by some stupid twisted chance of fate. I hate June.”

“You can…well, I’m not even going to suggest that torture.” Matt said cutting himself off.

“What? Anything is better than the torture of my family trying to set me up with someone.”

“You could ask Damon, but then again, he’s literally the worst. I guess pick your poison. Damon Salvatore or wedding set up. Personally I’d go with the latter.”

Y/N patted Matt on the shoulder and sighed. “You don’t know my family.” She exited The Grill and reluctantly drove to the Salvatore Boarding House.

She knocked, and Damon immediately opened the door. “You know, I was wondering when the tension would catch up to you.” He smirked.

“That is not why I’m here, Damon. I need a favor.”

“What kind of favor?”

Y/N sighed and took a deep breath before starting her rant. “I need a date to my relatives wedding, and i’ve already asked literally everyone else i know, so i know you probably hate me, but please say yes. Otherwise they’ll try to set me up with someone, and they have awful taste.”

“And what do I get out of agreeing to this?”

“Um…I don’t know? The wedding is literally tomorrow and I have no other option so…I have no clue. Whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want, huh? I’ll let you know when I figure out what that is. What time does this wedding start tomorrow?”

“Wedding’s from 5:00 to 6:00 and the reception’s from 6:30 to 10:00, unfortunately, I have to help with setup, so I have to be there three hours early, it was almost five luckily I got out of that, but I’m not going to make you deal with that, so I’ll leave from there early, come pick you up around 4:30. Dress nice…but not too nice. You’re already going to outshine the groom. My cousin does not know how to pick em.”

“That was a very trivial way of you saying you think I’m attractive. I’ll be ready, and don’t think I’ll forget that you owe me.”

“I wasn’t saying that! And I didn’t think you would forget. Not even for a second. And one more thing, please don’t eat any of my relatives.”

“Oh I’m not that bad. Why would I eat one of them when I could eat you?” He said eying her from head to toe.

“Stop making everything sexual! I’ll see you tomorrow!” She exclaimed as she brushed her hair to cover her red face.

He watched her as she walked back to her car, because let’s be honest with ourselves, he loved to see her walk away, then he shut the door and poured himself a glass of bourbon.

“Did Y/N just ask you to her cousin’s wedding?” Stefan asked walking downstairs.

“Why yes she did, brother.”

“Then you’re welcome. I don’t actually have plans with Caroline tomorrow. I told her that so she’d ask you. Don’t screw it up.”

“Really Stefan? I could’ve gotten the girl on my own. I’ve had plenty of practice.”

“See? That’s what I’m talking about. Y/N is different. She likes you, but she doesn’t like you just because she wants to sleep with you. She likes you because she wants to be in a relationship with you. If you don’t want that, then don’t lead her on. Promise me you won’t lead her on.”

“Do you really think that low of me, Stef?” Damon asked placing his palm over his chest.

“I won’t hurt her. Believe it or not, I actually like her, and tomorrow I’m going to be a perfect angel around her family, and she’ll have no choice but to invite me to another family event. I will be the best fake boyfriend. Mark my words.”

The next day was absolute torture for Y/N to say the least. “Y/N, Mark and Angela have to be seated near the back. They have not earned the status of front and center. Move the cards.” Her cousin, Allison, was normally really sweet, but she was an extreme bridezilla.

Y/N rolled her eyes but did as she was told. She expected for Allison to follow her every order when her wedding came around.

“So, Auntie Bethany has invited a really cool guy to set you up with. His name is Reggie and he’s so much nicer than the last one.” Allison said taking a minute to rest, which did not bother Y/N one bit.

“First of all, I’m eighteen which is freshly out of high school, I don’t know why she thinks it’s so urgent for me to settle down. Second of all, mom is going to be real disappointed because I actually have a boyfriend now and I invited him. I mentioned him a few weeks ago to you.”

“Now that you say that, I remember you mentioning it.” Yeah, she didn’t say a word, but Allison bought it and that’s all that mattered. She’d been pushing her to get a date since the wedding was announced.

“Speaking of which, it’s 4:00 and I told him I’d be there to pick him up at 4:30. You don’t mind me leaving a bit early do you?”

“No. Of course not. Chloe, Lilly, and Amy will help me finish my makeup then I should be all ready! Can’t wait to meet this mysterious boyfriend of yours.”

Y/N waved at the other bridesmaids, who all glared back at her for leaving them alone, and got in her car to get Damon. She knocked.

“Just a minute!” She heard him call. He opened the door a couple minutes later.

She smiled brightly. “You look great.” She said.

“Yeah, and you look…gorgeous. Your cousin was very generous with the bridesmaids dresses.” Damon commented.

https://shoplook.io/outfit-preview/2847398

“Come on. If we’re late I will not hear the end of it.”

Once they arrived, there were literally like five minutes till the start of the wedding. “Shit.” She muttered. “Just sit down and avoid eye contact at all costs. I really wish she hadn’t made me a bridesmaid.” Y/N muttered the last part and got to her place.

The ceremony lasted forever. The only thing that made it tolerable was watching Damon mess with the dude sitting next to him.

“Oh my god. That was literally the longest wedding ever. Why the hell did she force us to wear heels?”

“On the bright side, you were definitely the hottest bridesmaid up there.”

She elbowed his side playfully. “Oh shut up. Now come on, we need to get going. If we’re late to the reception, my mom will kill me. I haven’t even got to talk to her yet.” Y/N to practically dragged Damon to the car.

Of course the reception was about as cliche as the ceremony. It was held in a big old barn decorated with fairy lights.

“There’s my mom. Come on, act coupley or whatever, and be on your best behavior would you?”

“Oh, Y/N I’m hurt. When am I not?” He wrapped an arm around her waist.

Y/N rolled her eyes, smiling slightly at his antics.

“Hey, mom.”

Her mother looked kind of upset. “Come on, Y/N. You should’ve told me you were bringing a date. Reggie is going to be disappointed.” Her mother motioned backwards towards a guy who was already making out with another bridesmaid.

“Yeah…that him? He doesn’t seem too upset. I wouldn’t worry about it. Mom, this is Damon, my boyfriend.”

They shook hands. “Hi, Mrs. Y/L/N. It’s great to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much, and can I just say, you look lovely this evening. Speaking of which, where’s the lucky man?”

“Oh, he’s just over there talking to the groom. I’m glad that Y/N has finally gotten a boyfriend. I was starting to think she was going to be single forever.”

“Mom, cool it, will you? I’m eighteen years old. I just enrolled in college. I’m not getting married anytime soon. I know that’s how people in our family usually do it, but I don’t want to be married and have three kids running around by the time I’m twenty five. Okay?”

“You may feel that way now, dear, but wait until the baby fever catches up to you.” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“I need a drink.” She mumbled with hostility.

“Y/N Y/M/N! You are not drinking any alcohol!” Her mother scolded after her.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she doesn’t get into too much trouble. You just have fun. Raising a girl with that attitude must have kept you away from fun quite a bit.” Bethany laughed.

“You have no idea.”

Damon followed Y/N to the open bar, and found her with a wine glass filled to the very top.

“Dude, first of all you aren’t even of age, and second of all, do you really want to get drunk at a relative’s wedding? Answer, no. No you don’t.”

“You don’t know what I want, Damon. Just go charm off the pants of another middle aged woman.”

“I’m trying to be a perfect fake boyfriend so your mom will get off your back. Did you already drink one of these?” He asked taking the glass from her hands and swirling it around.

“Yeah, duh. Did you meet my mom? She makes it her mission to control every aspect of her life. I love her, but some alchohol would really help me love her even more. Here gimme that.” She said grabbing the glass from his hand. She downed the whole thing in one go as if it was just a shot glass.

“Y/F/N! No! You are banned from this bar for the rest of the night. Come on.” He hoisted her over his shoulder.

“Damon...what are you doing? You’re supposed to be the least responsible one in this fake relationship.” She whined.

“No. I’m supposed to be like a real boyfriend which means I have to keep you out of trouble and do everything I can to make your parents like me which is what I’m doing.”

“Come on. Just let me walk. I won’t do anything stupid. I promise.”

“No.” Y/N huffed.

“Fine. If you want some douchebags looking up my dress then whatever.”

“Fine! Okay fine. I’ll put you down, but only because I’m your douchebag, and I don’t want anyone thinking otherwise.”

They ran back into Y/N’s parents.

“Did you get her away from the bar before she went psycho?” Mrs. Y/L/N asked.

“No. I took away the wine glass and she took it back and chugged it.” Damon said glaring at her.

“I’m fine. See?” She walked in a straight line.

“Oh come on Bethany. Lighten up. If you think she isn’t too young to get married then don’t you think in that mindset that she isn’t too young to drink alcohol.” Her father, Chris, said.

Y/N snapped and pointed at her dad. “Yeah. He’s totally right? Ready to admit that eighteen is too young for someone to get married?”

“Fine. It’s too young. Now no more drinks for the rest of the night, missy.”

She smiled triumphantly, but then she started sulking again. “Rest of the night? As in I have to stay here for the rest of the night and not drink anything?”

“Fine. You can leave like an hour early, but come talk to me before you leave. Have fun, but not too much fun.”

Y/N smirked. “I thought you wanted grandkids?” Her dad choked on his drink.

“Y/N!”

“Kidding. I’m obviously kidding…mostly. Bye!”

“You’re a lot of fun when you’re not avoiding being killed by some type of villain. I like you when you’re not in serious mode.”

“I’m so so sorry that I don’t have any witchy woo or an immortal life, but you do have to admit, I am amazing with a crossbow.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Sure you are. Even though you’ve almost hit me multiple times.”

“Exactly. I’m amazing with a crossbow. By the way, Allison wanted to meet you. We should get that over with.”

“Okay. That was uncalled for. You can’t just change the subject after admitting to trying to murder me multiple times.”

“You would have healed. What do you want me to do? Fall at your feet like Elena?” Y/N asked clearly passive aggressive.

“Woah. Woah. Woah. Stop walking for a second. Are you jealous of Elena?”

“What?! No. Why would I be? I don’t…I don’t even like you!”

“This wedding has proved that statement otherwise. Come on. Admit it. You. Are. Jealous. You want to get with all of this! You want to go for a ride on the Salvatore train!”

“No! No! No! I don’t! I don’t like you! I don’t want you! You... you infuriate me to no end!”

“But you like that don’t you? You like it when I get you all flustered. And don’t think I didn’t catch you blushing earlier when I called myself yours, given I said I was your douchebag, but you still blushed. Not to mention the fact that you put my hand back on your waist when we were walking back from the bar. You like me.”

“No I don’t! Everything that happened here was for show! It was for show.” She defended.

“The only reason you didn’t want to invite me to this wedding is because you knew that I would get your heart racing. Yeah. I can hear that.”

Y/N ran her hands over her face in frustration. “Oh. Don’t mess up your makeup. I can do that for you later.” Damon smirked. So what? His plan to be perfect didn’t last very long, but this plan seemed to be working just fine.

“Stop. Stop saying stuff like that.” She whisper shouted.

Damon leaned in. His mouth was only inches away from her ear. “Why? Does it…frustrate you?”

Y/N gave him a glare and crossed her arms, huffing. Damon smirked. She grabbed his wrist and took him outside.

Damon still had a smug look on his face. “You wanna know how you really make me feel? Yes, Damon! Yes you fucking frustrate me! You make me question my existence on a daily basis and sometimes I even wonder why me?! Why does he like me?! I’m no Elena. I’m not the perfect annoying ass girl next door, and I still don’t know the answer, but you know what?! Since you’re deciding to push me and push me until I explode, I love you, Damon Salvatore! I fucking love you!”

After seconds of tension filled silence and staring at each other, Damon smashed his lips against hers. She immediately kissed him back. She felt his hands gradually slide further down her back, until they were groping her ass. She pushed him away out of spite. “No.” She stated crossing her arms defiantly.

“Really? You’re going to be like this? Now?”

“Yes. Yes I am. Say it back and maybe I’ll be more lenient.” She sassed.

“I thought it was a given. I’ve literally been flirting with you and pining after you for months, Y/N. Of course I love you.”

“Was that so hard?” She joked. She leaned in to kiss him again, this time resting his hands on her butt. He squeezed her ass making her gasp, and slipped his tongue in her mouth.

“Woah. Woah. Woah. This isn’t your honeymoon Y/N.” Allison had walked out of her own reception looking for her.

“Oh, shit. Sorry Alli. So what’s up?” Y/N asked slightly out of breath.

“Well, I was promised that I could meet your mystery man, but you were nowhere to be found. I decided to look for you myself. Aunt Bethany was complaining about your grandkids joke earlier. I didn’t think you were serious.” She joked.

“So, this is Damon. Damon this is my cousin, Allison.”

“Nice to finally meet you. By the way Y/N, I connected the dots, and I realized after getting out of the point where I was completely freaking out, sorry about that by the way, that this is the same Damon that you literally used to call me just to complain about on the daily.”

“Hey, now. Let’s not bring that up, especially the things that I said…” Allison cut her off.

“She used to call me and talk about how annoying you were. I believe one time she called you a flaming douche nozzle? That sounds about right. Every single call always ended with her saying he is so infuriatingly attractive. It’s not even fair.” She knew she was embarrassing her cousin, and to be honest she loved it.

“Hey! He doesn’t need an ego boost! Trust me. I would know.”

“Okay. Okay. All jokes aside, if you are leaving, your mom and dad wanted to talk to you. Oh, and I won’t tell them about this little encounter. I know how they can be.” Allison winked and walked back in the building.

“Was it just me, or did we just get permission from the bride to leave? Come on we have got to hurry up and talk to my parents so we can get out of here.”

“What’s got you in such a rush to leave?” Damon winked.

“None of that. Stop. No. No. Bad.” She said pointing her finger at him.

“Relax. I won’t be myself, but only for you.” They walked back into the reception making a bee line to her parents.

“Hey mom, we’re about to head out.”

“Y/N, your lipstick is a little smudged.” Her mom said. Damon had to look away to stop himself from laughing.

“Huh. Is it? Must’ve been from where I got a drink. Anywho I love you guys and we will see you later.”

“Wait a second. Damon would you like to come over for dinner this Friday?”

“Of course. I’d love to Mrs. Y/L/N.”

“Great. We cannot wait to see you again. Alright. I won’t keep you. Have a nice night.” They both waved goodbye to her parents and headed back to the Salvatore house. They walked in, and Damon poured a couple of glasses of bourbon.

“I have been accepted by your family. I’d say this calls for celebration.”

“I thought I wasn’t allowed to drink, dad.”

“Oh shut up. You can do whatever the hell you want when your parents aren’t there to witness it.” Y/N rolled her eyes, and flopped on the couch.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m tired. I’m going to sleep no matter what you say.”

“Come on then.”

“Where?”

“If you’re going to sleep then you’re coming with me to a comfy bed, not the couch.” Instead of waiting for her to reapond or get up, he slug her over his shoulder and took her upstairs.

“Goodnight, Damon.” She said sleepily.

“Goodnight, sleeping beauty.”

#damon salvatore #the vampire diaries #matt donovan #the vampire diares imagine #tvd imagine #tvd #damon salvatore imagine #damon salvatore x reader

[kizzys]

Starkid Rewatch: Black Friday 🎁

Let me just preface by saying the intro is absolutely chilling

curt's sniggle is so fucking adorable

They all are actually look at them

I don't know how to feel about the fact that I know the fucking wiggly jingle by heart

There they are - my emotional support paulkins

You're cutting into a heat of lettuce and oH shit a baby

I wanted a salad, but now I have a child

He will never invite "us" over again no labels my ass paul is her family

Can we talk about the way she looks at him here though, it's so fucking soft 🥰

The crowd goes wild as a wild dylan saunders appears

BuT wE aRe InTiMaTe

Thank you for your service. I didn't do it for you.

Okay

Okay

Okay

OKAY

Soulmate behavior

I still can't get over the fact that we got the softest version of paulkins in black friday

dylan's microexpressions in 'what tim wants' i'm going to cry

Also can we talk about how pretty the set looks

dylan just radiates dad energy

You can try telling me tom didn't adopt lex and hannah after all this i just won't believe you

HE HAS ARRIVED

Lexthan has my heart

They could have made ethan one of those cliche assholes whose only using lex and putting up with hannah but instead they made him soft and caring and the closest thing hannah has to an older brother/father figure to the point where he was ready to give his life to save them

So if ethan got the greyskull hat from a "powerful warrior" this technically means ethan has met or knows miss holloway

lex blowing kisses when ethan sings his part and ethan just bopping along/pretending to be paparazzi when lex does hers

We love a supportive couple

You're either in the smoke club or you're OUT

That better be fucking floss

linda monroe is a complete bitch BUT she can step on me please and thank you

That's called a bribe sir, and it's illegal...or it should be

I hope you don't get a wiggly, I hope you fucking die

'What do you say' is basically just a summary of shipping

curt is me watching my ship interact

sherman and gary are just holding hands and skipping in the background

corey you dropped this king 👑

'Our doors are open' is honestly the best song in black friday

It is to black friday what show stopping number is to tgwdlm

The grandeur, the drama, THE HIPS

So gary and linda have definitely fucked right

Get ready for audits! Audits up your ears! Audits in your yinyang! Audits in your wazoo!

Higarygoldsteinattorneyatlaw

RIGHT IN THE SUBPEONA

Feast or famine is a fucking masterpiece

The chorus part is visually stunning

The music to show me your hands playing when james' cop enters

The first thing ethan asks curt's shopper is if he's okay, pure soul

They kicked his head

His last act was to protect hannah and his last thought was of lex im crying

GIVE ME THAT FUCKING DOLL I'M IN A HURRY

I don't know if you wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna fuck with me miss monroe

The lighting here is incredible

And they both look very hot

Do you see him? Do you see him? Do you see him? Do you see him? Do you see him?

YES I FUCKING SEE HIM!

jaime in a suit is making me gayer

morris rocking the wiggly like a baby

They all went completely fucking feral in this scene its incredible

curt REALLY went for it

Hope you don't mind that I let myself in. Into the oval office?

The audience clapping after everything mcnamara says is honestly a mood

The positioning of the people in the background in monsters and men is amazing. cross and linda - evil; frank, becky and roberts shopper - people who have both light and dark in them; and lex and hannah - good

jingle jangle jingle jangle jingle jangle jingle jangle jingle jangle jingle jangle RING A LING DING

Is it just me or does jon's character look like he's there to fucking murder a child

I mean jeff has a full on beard and even he looks more like a teenager than jon does here

Santa claus is going to highschool: a hallmark-esque Christmas movie starring a bunch of teenagers

Jon's "highschooler":

'Take me back' makes me cry every time its so beautiful

This is such a soft moment

a ReD tRiCyClE

So john and lee are definitely husbands im not taking no for an answer

I've met God, he had nothing nice to say about you

She likes to be tall

'Do you want to play' is honestly such a creepy song

It gives me chills every time

[casually eats an apple in the middle of an evil speech]

Actually its not even an evil speech, cross may be evil but every word of his speech is fucking true

I can't be evil, I'm a status quo democrat

No john don't leave your husband

I'm honestly loving starkid's trend of calling america out on its bullshit

The fact that only the female sniggles have worn the antennae till now and then robert's sniggle is wearing one in 'made in america'

I'm thinking

This was the most creative thing ever and I gasped when I saw it

owen and curt walked so cross and howie could run

lex singing "should I never have wanted" during black friday and paul saying "it doesn't matter what I want" in let it out

Two crucial songs that are character defining points

I don't want your half baked sympathy, when did it save those in need?

Angela's performance of black friday honestly makes me cry every time

[eagle screeching]

They're all into fortnight dude!

An update in songs that make me cry every time - if I fail you

Especially the part where the music switches to 'what tim wants' and he starts singing about jane

Is this some kind of a jOooke?

I've said it before and I'll say it again - he will wiggle has THE horniest choreography in the history of starkid, and that is including all of mamd

Specifically whatever gary and curt's shopper are doing

becky barnes is a fucking badass

I know gary leaves with linda because jon and lauren needed to be in the next scene as paul and emma, but this technically means that gary escaped

tom and becky immediately hugging the girls once they're out of danger i'm soft for them

Can we talk about how paul and emma were basically ready to adopt tim

Wear a watch

Everyone else is looking at their hands during what if tomorrow comes, but paulkins are looking at each other 🥺

Yes I am back on my paulkins bullshit

I never left

Also paul, despite his deep hate for musicals, sings in 'what if tomorrow comes'. Do with this information what you will

I know the most probable scenario is that they all died in the end but I refuse to believe it

#starkid #starkid rewatch #black friday #thoughts #mine #curt mega #jaime lyn beatty #james tolbert #angela giarratana #lauren lopez #kim whalen #jeff blim #robert manion #jon matteson #paulkins #dylan saunders #kendall nicole yakshe #corey dorris #lexthan #joey richter #barneston #jim povolo #joe walker #paul matthews #emma perkins #tom houston #tim houston #lex foster #hannah foster #frank pricely

[ahatintimestorybook]

AHIT Twin AU-Accident

More Angst again!!! Well there’s going to be a ton of angst chapters. Might have to hold off on some wholesome fluff for a while, or I might add one or maybe two  in between so I don’t overfill any cups of tears.

To get the feel for this I had to listen too “Its Quiet Uptown” in repeat!!! So I’m still in tears now. Your welcome!!!

@winterpower98

It was a calm and relaxing Saturday evening, MJ was watching some TV while his family were getting ready for their night out. MJ and Luka’s parents were headed out to dinner with Angela’s, their mom’s co workers, while Luka was invited to dinner by his finance Vanessa. As much as MJ wanted to head out as well, he just got home from work, and there was no way he was going out with Luka and Vanessa.

“Well I’m heading off!” Luka announced as he put on a purple tux.

Before he could leave, Angela stopped him, “not so fast, Luka.” She said. Angela walked towards her son and got a good look at him. Angela looked at her youngest son from top to bottom, before she went and fixed his hair to make sure it looks good for Vanessa. “There now your perfect.”

Luka gave his mother a smile before giving her a hug. “Thanks mom.”

Angela smiles and hugs her son back. “Be safe, Lulu.” She whispered.

“Mom, I promise. Van and I are just going out for some ice cream that’s not too far from here.” Luka explained.

Angela gave a smile and looked at her son. “I know. I just…” she paused giving a small frown. As much she wanted to admit it, she didn’t trust Vanessa all that much. She didn’t want to say it as her son MJ seemed to be on the same page, and it would feel like she’s repeating everything MJ has told Luka about. She didn’t want to feel like an overprotective parent anymore as her son’s were no longer kids and were men in their 20’s. “I just want my baby to be safe.” She lied ruffling his hair.

Luka chuckled. “Mom, I’m not a baby.” He replied.

“Well you two going to be my babies no matter how old you’ll get.” Luka giggled and gave his mom one final hug before running off.

“Gotta go mom! See you later!” Luka shouted. Angela smiled and waved to her baby boy. Angela sighed and frowned hoping Luka will be okay. MJ walked over to his mom and put his hands on her shoulder giving her a comforting smile.

“I know how you feel. I get worried too.” MJ said. Angela looked up at her son and ruffled his hair a little. MJ chuckled and hugged his mom.

“Alright Angela, ready to go?” The twins father, Richard asked.

Angela nodded. “I’m ready.” She took her husband’s hand and gave him a smile.

Richard turned to MJ, “call if anything Michael.” He reminded.

“I will!” MJ replied.

“We love you MJ.” Angela said.

“I love you two too.” MJ replied hugging both his parents. Angela and Richard held hands and left to enjoy their night out. MJ smiled and closed the door and continued watching whatever was on TV.

What MJ didn’t know...this was the last night he’ll be seeing one of them...alive.

MJ fell asleep on the couch till he woke up hearing a knock on the door. MJ stretched and got up walking to the door. Probably Luka came home from his date or his parents are home. Once he opened the door he was surprised to see two officers. “C-can I help you officers?” MJ asked.

“Hi, are you Michael Prince Jr?” One off the officers asked.

“Y-yes? Did something happen?” MJ asked.

The two officers looked at each other and turned too MJ. “May we come in?” The second officer asked. MJ nodded and let the officers in.

Anxiety rushed through MJ wondering what had happened. Did something happen to their parents? Did Luka’s powers go off and he got in trouble? He hoped not. Did Vanessa do something to Luka? He definitely didn’t want to think about it.

MJ sat down on the couch and looked at the officers. “What happened officers?” He asked.

The first officer sighed and shook his head. “Its about your parents.” He revealed. MJ’s heart sank.

After their date, Luka and Vanessa were back at Vanessa’s manor dancing to music. Vanessa giggled as Luka spin her around before dipping her. “I didn’t know my future husband was a dancer?” She commented.

“Well I learned from my mom.” Luka replied. He picked her back up and stared into her shining ruby eyes. The two leaned in for a slow kiss, till Luka’s phone rang. He looked at it before giving Vanessa a quick kiss before answering the phone. “MJ, what’s up?” He asked. Luka’s face dropped when heard MJ cry on the other side of the phone. “M-MJ! Mikey! Calm down! What’s wrong?” He asked. Luka just heard MJ cry more before he hung up the phone.

Vanessa walked up to Luka and put a hand on his shoulder. “I-Is everything okay, Lulu?” Vanessa asked.

Luka sighed. “Vanessa, I need to head home something happened. S-sorry I had to cut our date short.” Luka gave his finance a kiss on the cheek before running off.

Once Luka made it back home he quickly came in only for MJ to hug his little brother. Luka blinked in surprise and hugged MJ back. He’d never seen MJ this emotional since middle school when a group of kids picked on MJ, badly.

“MJ what happened?” Luka asked.

“Are you Luka Prince?” The 2nd office asked.

Luka nodded and kept hold of his older twin brother. “What’s wrong officer?” He asked.

The officer sighed. “I’m sorry to tell you this, but your parents, Angela and Richard died in a car accident.” He revealed.

Now it was Luka’s turn for his heart to sink. “N-no.” He stuttered. He was ready to cry too only to hold MJ tighter. “W-we just saw them leave an hour and a half ago. T-they can’t be dead.” Luka teared up.

The officer went over to the brothers and put a hand on MJ. “I know its hard for you two. I’m sorry this had to happen.” He said. Luka sniffled and started to cry. The officers sighed and decided to leave for the night.

“W-wait!” MJ called out stopping the officers. “H-how did the accident happen?” He asked.

The first officer sighed. “Your parent’s car’s breaks didn’t work. They were driving and there was some black ice on the road, they lost control and slammed into an on-coming truck.” He explained.

MJ tried to wrap it around his head, how was there ice on the road. The snowstorm wasn’t that bad and plus it happened two days ago the ice and snow should of melted. Unless…

“Were still investigating it. W-well give you guys an update when we find something.” The 2nd officer explained.

“A-alright.” MJ sobbed. “T-thank you.” The officers nodded and left the twins to grieve. Once they were gone the brothers turned to each other and hugged each other sobbing. Their parents were gone!

Luka sobbed loudly hugging MJ tight as he can, so he wouldn’t leave too. MJ did the same,  he wanted to use his string powers to wrap the two together for the entire night, but he couldn’t. He was emotionally drained.

As the officers were leaving, there was a mysterious figure hidden behind some trees who gave a sinister smile before walking off.

#ahit au #ahit twin au #twin #Moonjumper #MJ Prince #Snatcher #ahit the prince #Luka Prince #Queen Vanessa #angst

[shadowfire1393]

The Fight

*This was originally in 3 parts but I decided to post all 3 parts together into one long one here

It had been a really long day out with El and Dani shopping and getting her nails and hair done for the vacation they were all about to take together. Angela had finally gotten home, and as she pulled into the driveway; she saw that Harry was already home from the studio. She excitedly to jump out of her car and ran towards the door as fast as she could because she had missed Harry all day. Before she opened the front door though Angela noticed a car that she didn’t recognize out front. She figured Harry had brought some guest home from work to talk business or something. She unlocked the door and walked in setting her purse and scarf on the table in the entry way. She took off her jacket and placed it on the coat rack right by the door

           “Harry I’m home.” Angela called into the house. She walked into the living room trying to find Harry because he wasn’t in the office or the kitchen. That was when she saw Harry kissing another girl, and she stopped in her tracks. She could feel tears start to fill her eyes. Never in their entire relationship had Harry ever been unfaithful. It is wasn’t like he couldn’t have hid what he was doing, she had literally called from the door that she was home. “What the hell?” Angela voiced her shock and anger.

           Harry quickly pulled away from the kiss and looked surprised to see her standing in the entryway of the living room, “Hey baby.” Angela looked from Harry to the girl and back again. Tears finally starting to fall from her eyes and roll down her cheeks.

           “DON’T YOU DARE CALL ME BABY! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?” She yelled.

           Harry stood up and ran to her side trying to pull her into his arms, “No no no, it’s not what you think I swear.”

           She stepped out of Harry’s reach, “How can it not be what I think? I JUST SAW YOU KISSING HER! THERE ISN’T ANYTHING ELSE IT COULD BE” Angela screamed at him and then started for the door. She just wanted to leave that place. She grabbed her jacket and started to put it back on.

           “No wait please,” Harry ran after her. “I’m so sorry. Please forgive me!”

“It isn’t that easy Harry,” she put on her scarf “you can’t just make out with some random girl in our flat and expect me to just forgive you after I catch you.” Angela grabbed her purse “Or wait, you weren’t expecting me to catch you because you weren’t expecting me home this early. So, what were you going to do Harry? Just keep screwing that slut hoping I would never find out?! You are Harry freaking Styles for God sakes the paparazzi would have eventually caught you in the act.”

Angela grabbed her keys. “Then I would have found out way later from one of your fans, or as some of them are, my haters on twitter. I guess it is a good thing I found out now though before we got married or something.” she finished while walking out the door. Tears streaming down her face, she slammed the door behind her. She could hear the door open behind her and she knew Harry was following her, but she didn’t care.

           “She kissed me first I swear” Harry grabbed her arm stopping her from getting in her car. He spun her around to look at him. She pulled out of his grip with anger and sadness written all over her face.

           “And you expect me to believe that you weren’t kissing her back? Huh? Is that what you are doing here? I saw your arms around her waist, Harry! I may be blonde, but I am not stupid!” Angela yelled at him getting even more mad with each passing sentence.

           “I am so so sorry, Angel. Please forgive me. I love you, so much.” He fell to his knees in front of her.

           “Tell me, why did you kiss her back? WHY HARRY? AM I NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU ANYMORE?” She asked her sadness overshadowing her anger.

           “She thought that I didn’t have girlfriend, and she was being so nice to me every time she saw me. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings by saying that I did have a girlfriend,” he stared off a little like he was trying to figure out how it all ended up happening. “because I am tired of the sad look in every girl’s eyes when she finds out I am no longer single. I didn’t even know she was going to come over. I never thought that one little kiss would matter, and then I was going to tell her about our relationship.” He ended his explanation.

           “Unless she is living under a rock somewhere, Harry, she knew you had a girlfriend. It is constantly mentioned not just online but in interviews. I am constantly photographed with you or the girls. How could she not know you had a girlfriend? Also, Harry, one little kiss really? That doesn’t matter to you! Do you know how horrible that sounds? Whether it is just one little kiss, so you don’t hurt some slut’s feelings or not it is still considered cheating Harry!” She stared at him in disbelief of his ignorance. “If you truly loved me you wouldn’t have kissed her at all, and you would have told her that you had a girlfriend immediately, that you loved very much the moment you noticed that she was flirting with you.” Angela’s tears were still streaming down her face. Her anger was beginning to rise again.

           Harry slumped down on to the ground, “So are we over now?? Please, I don’t want to lose you, I am terribly sorry.” She could tell Harry was close to crying.

          “Harry, I don’t know that I can trust you anymore! How do I know that one day some fan won’t just kiss you and you won’t kiss her back because you don’t want her to feel rejected?” Angela started to cry harder just thinking about him doing it all over again, “Or that some girl on a video shoot won’t start to like you and this won’t happen again? Or even something worse where it is more than just a kiss, since after all kissing leads to making out, which eventually leads to sex!” She couldn’t stop her anger from rising till she was yelling at him in the middle of the driveway. She was so upset she didn’t even care if their neighbors heard her. “Harry how do I know that I can trust that none of this is ever going happen! Just seeing that ‘one little kiss’ as you call it has already shattered my heart into a million pieces that I don’t think that I can ever reassemble. I love you Harry and I thought you loved me too, but I guess I was wrong about that”

           Harry got incredibly angry that she would suspect he would ever sleep with another woman, “REALLY? YOU THINK I DON’T LOVE YOU? HAVE I EVER DOUBTED YOU BEFORE??? NO, I HAVE TRUSTED AND BELIEVED EVERYTHING YOU HAVE EVER TOLD ME,” Harry got to his feet and started yelling back at her. “EVEN WHEN YOU HAD TO ACT OUT THE KISSING SCENES IN YOUR STUPID T.V SHOW! I STAYED CALM BECAUSE I KNEW YOU WOULD NEVER GO OFF WITH HIM!!!… YOU NEVER EVEN TRUSTED ME ONCE!!!” Angela could see the hurt and anger in Harry’s tear-filled eyes. He calmed down a little bit not wanting the neighbors to call the police on him, “And recently you have been so wrapped up in your T.V show, that I feel like I don’t even exist in your life anymore.” Tears finally start to stream down his face. Angela hasn’t stopped crying this whole time. She had never felt like this before in her entire life. It was as if the whole world was crashing down around them.

           “That is completely different, Harry. That is something called acting, where what you were doing was in real life. I have always trusted you because I know how your fans can get and I know how every girl on this God for Saken Earth looks at you wishing they could kiss you, be your girlfriend, and other things I don’t even want to think about right now. So you can’t even say I have never trusted you!” She told him in a calmer voice, trying to bring the argument from a screaming match to a civilized level, “I have never believed anything the tabloids have said about you cheating on me, I never believed any edited photo posted on twitter to get me away from you. I have always believed you this whole time, till I seen it with my own eyes!”

Angela covered her face not wanting to let him see how hurt she actually was. “The funny thing is El, Dani, and I had planned a vacation for all of us. So, we could have some alone time. I needed to finally get away from my T.V show because I feel like it is killing me. Now on the night I was going to surprise you with it, I walk in on you kissing some little trashy slut.” Harry looked at her with surprise in his eyes. Since he didn’t say anything she continued, “Do you honestly think I want to be on that stupid set all day away from you, not seeing you till we both get off work? No, but acting is something I love to do, and I never complain to you about never seeing you while you are recording or out on tour because I know you love singing so much! It is your life just like acting is mine.”

           Harry finally found the words that were caught in the back of his throat while Angela spoke, “Really you planned a vacation for us? Why would you waste your money like that???” She couldn’t believe he would call wanting to spend time with him and their friends a waste of money.

           “Because I want time away from the city. Where we could both get away from work, away from paparazzi, away from fans, and just curl up in each other’s arms Harry! I love you and you are the only thing in this world that makes all the work and all the hate I get worth it. So, to me it wasn’t a waste of money, it was a present to myself as well as you.” She responded turning away from his face. She finally gave up and fell to a sitting position on the ground, “Because without you I would die, and I felt like you were starting to question whether I loved you still or not. So, I knew I needed to get us away so I could show you that I have not and could never ever stop loving you,” Angela covered her face with her hands and just cried her heart out. Her arms were propped up on her knees supporting her head as she sobbed.

           “It’s not like you aren’t questioning me, too.” He said just staring at her as she sat there and cried.

           She looked up at him, “Harry, I only questioned your love for me because I will never understand why you would fall in love with a girl like me. A girl who in real life, not on the screen and not in the interviews I have to do, is crazy. I know I am not that pretty, plenty of casting directors have told me that. I have absolutely no sense of fashion and half the time when we are at home I look like a lazy mess in sweats and a baggy jumper. Yet everyday somehow this” She gestured to herself, “this is in your arms kissing you goodnight. I didn’t question your love for me because of lack of seeing you and the girls around you. I questioned your love for me because I have always known that you deserved better and when I saw you kissing that girl, I guess I just felt that all my previous thoughts were right…that I have and never could be worthy of your love” Angela cried harder covering her face back up with her hands to hide in shame.

           “Why would you ever think that?” Harry knelt down in front of her grabbing her hands and pulling them away from her face, “At signings a lot of girls give me their twitter names and phone numbers, and do I ever proceed to get into contact with them?? No, I don’t baby, because I love you for everything you are, and exactly for who and how you are.” He wiped the tears from her cheeks, “and all that stuff you said about what kissing leads to….” he leaned in closer to her, “I already have you to do all that with and I would not want to do any of that with anyone else in the world. You are my love, my life and my soul. You are everything I need and more and I love you. Please forgive me and don’t ever think that I would ever need anything else in the world other than you because you are my world.”

           Angela looked up at him, “Harry I don’t want to fight anymore it hurts me too much to fight with you.” He wiped the rest of her tears away. He then started to tickle her.

           “You started it,” he smiled at her at she squirmed at his touch.

           She couldn’t help but to giggle, “No, I couldn’t have. Ahhh stop tickling me Haz.” She squealed still trying to get away from him.

           “Not till you admit that I am the best kisser in the universe,” he continued to tickle her. To make sure she couldn’t squirm out of his grasp he moved around to behind her and wrapped his arms around her from behind.

           “I…. I am not sure…...ahhh, if I can say that without a sample…. of said kisses,” Angela joked through her giggles.

           Harry stopped tickling her and turned her head so he could look her in eyes. With that knowing look in his eyes and a cocky smile on his face. “Oh, really now well I might just have to fix that for you.” He grabbed her hands and got up pulling her off the ground with him. He wrapped his arms around her waist.

He leaned into Angela and whispers in her ear, “I love you so much, Angel, that if you were no longer here with me, I would die. My precious love please never leave me.” His breath on her neck sent shivers down her spin. He raised one of his hands to her cheek and pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss. She grabbed his shirt and pulled him deeper into the kiss moving her lips along with his. He put his hands on her thighs and lifted her up. Angela wrapped her legs around his waist without breaking the kiss. He started carrying her back to their flat. He broke the kiss so he can climb the stairs to the front door without dropping her.

           She smiled, “Okay you are the best kisser in the entire universe, but now my question for you is who is a better kisser me or that slut?” Angela cocked her head towards the blonde driving away that she had caught Harry kissing with and arched eyebrow.

           Harry looked away and acted like he had to consider it. The pissed look that appeared on her face made him laugh, “Ahaha, you should have just seen the look on your face. Do you really think that I would ever have to consider that? It is you of course because no kiss could ever be as amazing as the way I feel when I kiss you.” Angela gave him a dirty look and stuck her tongue out at him.

           “You are always teasing me, but I still love you.” She smiled as Harry pushed her against the flat’s front door after they got inside.

           “That is because you are so gullible you make it very easy.” He smiled starts to kiss on her neck. “When exactly are we going on this vacation?”

           “Next week on Tuesday.” Angela bit her lip to keep from shivering at his kisses.

           “I love you so much, Angel.” Harry whispered against her collar bone.

           She looked down at him, “I love you too, more than you could ever imagine.” He straightened up and gave her a deep passionate kiss. “Mm, it’s going to be a long night.” Angela moaned as Harry’s lips left her own and started to trail down her jaw.

#1D #1d harry #1D oneshot #1D imagine #1D short story #one direction #one direction harry styles #one direction oneshot #one direction imagine #one direction short story #harry styles

[captainsaveasmut]

Heartache

Pairing  》 Chris Evans x black!plus-size reader

Synopsis 》 Follow Evans through his emotional journey as he tries to understand why his relationship failed and work through his heartache

Warnings 》 angst / slight smut / mild profanity

You know

Maybe you’ve never been in love like I’ve been in love

And maybe you’ve never felt the things that I’ve felt

But this is what I told my friend

I said, you know, sometimes you get lonely

And I cry, I cry

And the tears would fill up in the wells

In the wells of my eyes, baby

And then it got so bad, it got so bad

Till one time I thought I’d roll myself up in a big ol’ ball and die

       - Lenny Williams / Cause I Love You

Why did no one warn me that it was going to hurt this bad? Why did no one give me a heads up on the pain that I feel in my chest? In my heart? Why am I here? I am the cause of this. That’s why I’m here. Our last argument constantly replays in my head like a broken record. Haunting me when I’m the most vulnerable.

I don’t baby. I don’t know why I couldn’t see it, but I see it now. I see how distant I was from you. How much I didn’t appreciate you… care for you… love you. You wanted my attention. You needed me and I didn’t see it, but now I do; when it’s too late.

"You don't care! You never cared!"

"Pay attention to me!”

"Why can’t you see that you are the reason why our relationship is failing?”

“I want you. I’ve always wanted you.”

That was the last thing she said to me. It cut me deep. It caused me the most pain because it wasn’t until then that I realized that I lost her. Next thing I know she’s gone. Everything packed up and off to the next destination. Damn, I didn’t realize how small and empty my house is without her. Dodger is great company, but something is still missing- she’s still missing. What was once we and ours are now me and mine. But what’s so funny about her leaving is that I didn’t think she was going to. I’ve been single for quite some time before Y/N, but now that she’s gone the feeling almost seems foreign to me. Like I’ve been with her all my life.

We’ve been bickering for a couple of months and I thought it was just another argument. Same shit, different day. I would’ve never guessed that she would leave me. I mean I knew she could (and a part of me wanted her to in the heat of the moment), but that would mean that we would have to start over from scratch. Since I tolerated our bullshit, I assumed that she tolerated it too. We aren’t getting any younger, this was the best we could do… or so I thought. Wouldn’t she be more comfortable staying here than leaving to hopefully find something better (that may or may not be out there)? Wasn’t she content like I was? This was just a bad cloud over our relationship, that seemed to take some time to pass. Every couple goes through it; no big deal, right?

Sucks to have an immature mind. Mine just ruined a relationship that could’ve last. Our relationship started to break apart when we started talking AT each other instead of TO each other. Almost everything she said in our arguments was true. I did stop caring at times and would get lazy in the relationship. I’m a busy man, what can I say? Is that an excuse- at the moment, yeah it was, but now I know I was just pride getting in the way. Y/N had her faults too, don’t get me wrong. She was controlling and immature at times, but I guess I brought it out of her. I was lethargic and she was fed up. She wanted to fix it but, I was too arrogant to go about it.

After Y/N called it quits and moved out, I was “cool” for about a week or so. After that, I became the new resident at “sulk city”. The heart sure does know when it’s broken and it makes sure to remind you of its brokenness, no matter how much you try to ignore it or distract yourself from it. It felt like a ton of bricks just landed on my chest and I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep, I was slacking in my career, I couldn’t focus, I didn’t have the strength to go outside the house or get out the bed for that matter. I was depressed. My boys gave me “legit advice” (or whatever they called it) and told me to go out and explore my options. "Man, why are you still worrying about Y/N? She’s a dime a dozen. You’re fucking Captain America, you’ll find a new one by tomorrow. You need to get your panties out of your ass first. Can’t move on buddy, if you’re crying and shit.”

I can honestly say I’m not surprised my fellas’ idea of “moving on” is having meaningless sex with any and every female that walks past me, but I decided to give it a shot. What’s the worst that can happen to a heartbroken man anyways? I went to a small house party with them and met this beautiful woman named Angela. She was sexy, there was no denying that, but she wasn’t Y/N. But that’s the point, right? To find someone new? So, I filled my body with alcohol, drowning any thoughts of my ex, and had a great time with Angela. She was definitely interested in me; hanging onto me throughout the entire night, and I willingly let her.

“Maybe you’ve never been in love like I’ve been in love and maybe you’ve never felt the things that I’ve felt.”

     - Lenny Williams

We were having a great time, drinking and dancing, next thing I know she’s whispering in my ear that she was ready to leave. We all know what that means. I planned to take our private party back to her place to finish what we started, but Angela wasn’t the patient type and had other plans. And now I have a beautiful, naked woman in the backseat of my car, waiting for me to take her right then and there. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous. I haven’t had sex with another woman in the past three years, a century in relationship years. This was new territory. I didn’t know what she liked, her hot spots, hell I didn’t even know her, but I had to get over Y/N one way or another. So, I undress and slip in the back with her. I was having sex with a stranger in my car.

Everything was going well for the most part, until it wasn’t. She was straddling my lap, grinding herself on my crotch, as we made out. I quickly slipped a rubber on and it was smooth sailing from there. She loved it. If her moans didn’t tell me then her body did. Angela began kissing all over my neck and collarbone as she rode me; my hands latched to her hips as I met her halfway. Was I getting over Y/N? I thought I was until Angela kissed and sucked a spot on my body that instantly makes my body go weak.

My earlobe.

I don’t think she realized the severity of what she just did to me. My body just went numb under her and a hard groan escaped my lips along with a name, which wasn’t hers. You can probably predict who it was. She surprisingly wasn’t fazed by it. She just claimed that once she was done with me that her name would be the only name I groaned out. She just shrugged it off and kept riding, but I, however, couldn’t just shrug it off. It bothered me. Not the fact that she didn’t care that I practically yelled out another woman’s name, but that she sucked on my earlobe in the first place.

First things first, you have to understand the importance of my earlobes. My earlobes are my spot- the spot. The same spot that Y/N discovered and has always taken advantage of for the past three years. She sucked on my earlobe when we made love and when she wanted to make love. That was HER spot. Y/N’s spot. Angela and I weren’t making love; we were fucking. And even if we were making love, Y/N claimed my earlobes as hers or at least I claimed them for her. That was Y/N’s spot as much as it was mine. No one but Y/N knew how much it affected me and now I’m starting to feel like no one but Y/N is allowed to activate that feeling. It didn’t feel right if it wasn’t her doing it.

Once I came to grips that my earlobes belong to Y/N and that sex wasn’t going to help me get over her, I told Angela to stop. I removed myself from under her and put my clothes back on while handing back hers. She complied but she wasn’t happy about it. You can bet your bottom dollar that she gave me a few words while she got dressed too. I just sat there and took it. Oh, and I can’t forget the hard-ass slap she gave me before she stormed back into the house. I deserved it.

After that sad attempt of “moving on”, I went back to my lonely, depressed state. My boys came by again, made fun of me, and tried to hook me up once again but, I was done. I can’t go through that shit again. They eventually gave up and left their poor excuse of a friend in his empty home. I don’t even know what to do with myself anymore. I love Y/N and I want her back but I think it’s too late. No one waits around seven months to get back with their ex. Especially if they were the ones that were dumped. She probably moved on by now. She’s a good woman, so I know someone already claimed her as theirs. Someone better than me.

Someone, please make it stop! Just tell me what to do because I’m a hopeless wreck at this point. My friends were no help, so maybe I should ask someone wiser and who understands women. "Christopher, if you feel this strongly about her then you need to win her heart back. Nothing is worse than losing the one you love, especially if there was a chance to get them back”, my mother told me & she was right. I needed to get Y/N back, but I couldn’t find the strength to come face-to-face with her.

“Go get her back dumbass!”

“Shut up! It’s over. She’s gone.”

I guess I was embarrassed that I waited this long to finally do something about it. Or maybe it was my big, dumbass ego trying to prevent what it ruined in the beginning. Either way it goes I was scared. Scared of being rejected by her. Scared that she wouldn’t give me another chance. And so here I am, lying in the middle of my bed, tears of frustration filling up in the wells of my eyes, as I deciphered through my options.

Should I get her?

Should I not?

Should I get her?

Should I not?

A ball of hurt and heartache formed in my chest, making it hard for me to breathe. “I need her. I need Y/N.”

And just as those words fell from my lips, my body immediately lunged itself from the bed and out the bedroom. I grab my car keys (no wallet, no phone) and race to my car. I had no idea what I was doing exactly, but I was determined to leave my pain and misery. I started the car, backed out the driveway, and drove off. As I traveled down the road, I tried to put together some last-minute confession of my love for her, but honestly, I was a fucking wreck and nothing I came up with seemed to be good enough.

My mind ran a mile a minute, as my foot pressed harder on the accelerator & my hands steered me though the dim-lit streets. I pull into her neighborhood until I reach the familiar, cozy, one-story house. I stare at the exterior of the home for a while, before my hands opened the car door and my feet guided me out of it. I walked up to the driveway, to the stoned walkway, up to the porch, until I came face to face with the front door. Here it is. The moment of truth. I didn’t want to knock on the door, but my hands decided otherwise and did it for me AND rang the doorbell, as to say that it was urgent for someone to answer the door. No please. I NEED them to take their time. Give me a minute to pull myself together.

“Can someone answer the door!”

That voice. It was enough to make my heart pound and my body go limp. I wasn’t ready! Just as I was about to back away from the door and HUAL ASS, the door opened. A handsome Ethiopian man, with a stubble beard and intense eyes, answered the door. I am very secure in my sexuality, believe me, but this man was gorgeous. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was a model of some kind. I sure hope this isn’t the next guy she moved on to. It would just crush me more than I already am.

I stood there, rocking on the heel of shoes like a fool as I tried to let other words besides “I” come out of my mouth. The man looked confused and worried as he stood there looking like a god. I felt stupid. What am I even doing here!? Man, this is embarrassing. I looked passed the man to see Y/N’s close friend, Jean and another guy peeking from behind him. The comical look on Jean’s face made me want to shit myself. No, now THIS was embarrassing. I looked passed all of them, avoiding eye contact. Words still haven’t come out of my mouth and it felt like I’ve been standing here for hours!

“Hey, can I help you?”

“I- I- …”

“Adam baby who’s at the door? And why are y’all crowding aroun-”

There she was. As much as I wanted to avoid eye contact, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. This girl sure does get better with time; like a fine wine. She looked perfect.

“Chris?”

She sounded shocked and confused, yet it had some type of joyful undertone to it. I would expect her to react that way. I mean it has been almost eight months and I’m sure I’m the LAST person she would expect on her porch at 10:47 PM, but it was time we made up for lost time.

Was I nervous? Yes.

Scared? Yes.

Sick to my stomach? Yes.

Did I know what to say? No.

Did I want to have this conversation? Not really.

Was I ready for whatever she was going to tell me? Hell no!

But I can’t let another second go by without trying to get her back. So, I pushed all instinct to run and hide aside and faced her like a man. I was sick and tired of this heartache. It was time I attempted to fill the hole in my chest again. I needed my girl back.

“Hey Y/N.”

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[thoughts-n-paper]

As Lamia opened her eyes, she could feel her back pressing against the hard mattress, she had a drip attached to her left hand and her head was hurting as if she had banged it against some metal plate. She blinked multiple times till the room came in focus. It looked like a warehouse, with shelves of boxes on one side and a medical bed on the other, she was placed in a small corner, beside the hard bed was a table, over it was placed a battery-powered torch and a red notebook with a pen tied to it. She moved ahead to pick it up but suddenly felt her whole energy leaving her body as she exhaled, she instead decided to drag herself to the bathroom which was separated by a metal sheet made to act as a wall and get herself a glass of water. But the pipe attached to her did not let her go far. She followed it to the source which was a big bottle placed on a movable stand. Attached to the stand was a note, "Do not detach."

She stared at the needle placed in her skin, forming a thin slight bump on the back of her palm. She thought of removing it, even tried to move it by a fraction of a millimetre, but the pain needed too much effort to bear. She held the stand and moved it along her towards the bathroom. It was a standard bathroom found in any convenience store. Only, this was a little bigger, just enough to put a shower and a slab where a towel was placed. She made her way to the sink, which was two steps away, and opened the tap.

That's when she looked up in the mirror and was left even more baffled. She did not have hair on her head, the last time she remembered, she certainly had hair. She rushed back to the yellow stained cot, but there were no strands of hair present. She rushed back to the mirror and ran her hand hovering over her head. She looked around the bathroom, there was a small pot with stacks of toilet paper by its side. She opened the medicine cabinet and it was empty except for a toothbrush, toothpaste and a couple of bottles of moisturizers, there was a bar of soap by the sink and that was all. She stepped out and out of the corner of her eye, she could see a closet and decided to inspect that first. She opened it and found identical sets of clothes, similar to what she was currently wearing, a pile of identical undergarments and boxes of tampons on the upper shelf. She closed the closet doors and turned around, and took a deep breath. She stood there for some time, trapped in a spot, she could move in any direction but she did not know where. This was a new place and she still hadn't learned to make her way around the bed yet.

In her eye line, she could spot a board on the opposite wall. It seemed to be filled with slips of paper and some photographs. On the right was a steel operating bed with a set of stirrups attached to it, and on her left was a shelf with cardboard boxes stacked on it. There was no door in sight, just a few small windows near the ceiling. Lamia could catch a glimpse of the sky in them, she felt a sting like it was after a long time that she was seeing natural light. She went back to the bed, picked up the notebook and flipped through it. It was empty. The torchlight was just that, a torchlight. She was confused, why is she here, why is all this stuff here and how is she supposed to get out?

She walked up to the board on the other side of the room. At first, it all looked too cluttered for her to decode. It was all post-it notes and diary pages. She picked up one post-it at random and it said: "Name: Louisa, 22" She looked at the photograph, it was a young blond girl with blue eyes and a wide radiant smile.

"Louisa," she thought to herself. That named was a stranger to her, just like she was. She placed the post-it back and ran back to the bed. She picked up the notebook and pen and started writing everything she knew.

Her name, Lamia.

Occupation, OB/GYN.

Husband, Eric.

Parents, Dead.

Children, none. She paused. It was like her brain checked out for a millisecond to bring back a memory, but returned empty-handed. She continued.

The last thing, it was dinner in a restaurant, a Chinese restaurant, Eric's favourite. They were having wine, no he was having wine, she was drinking water. They were celebrating.

She paused again. Yes, children, none.

She ran her hand on the synthetic material draped on her body to check for pockets, there were none. She decided to take a lap around the room, past the stained bathroom and the metal bed with some medical equipment scattered on it towards the board. Just as she was about to cross the board, she noticed her photograph on it, beside it was a post-it note which said: "Name: Lamia, 39."

Lamia took the photograph off the board and took a closer look. It certainly was her, she had her long black hair, her cheeks had the natural blush in them and her eyes had very slight noticeable dark circles. She suddenly got the flash of earlier when she looked at her face in the mirror, bald, zero muscles sticking to the bone and every vein visible under her skin.

She placed the photograph back and moved on to another section of the board. There were several photographs of other women, with their name and age attached to them. Mostly ranging from late teens to mid-twenties. Some of them had newspaper clippings attached to them, almost all of them mentioning that they are currently under arrest for violating the Right to Live Act.

Lamia remembered when the Act was passed, she lost half of her clientele, even before the Act was official, she was one of the few who carried out procedural termination of the fetus. There was one clipping that had the word murder mentioned in the headlines, a photograph of a sweet little girl in ponytails was beside it, "Name: Hailey, 15". Lamia flinched. It said her body was found in an alley, cause of death was blood loss. She had recently given birth, but no signs of a child were found near the body. The police suspected that the murder took place somewhere else and the corpse was dropped to the spot. The cops refused to give any statement or even confirm whether it was a murder or not.

It did not make sense to her, it was all too confusing and Lamia was a little too tired to make sense out of non-sense. She moved to the operating bed. The cold touch of the metal against her fingers was the only familiar thing till now. She had loved being a doctor, the thrill of bringing a new life in the world, the rush of blood towards her palm as she went in to pull out a baby. There was a mobile rack by the bed, in it every piece of equipment she would need to perform her surgery of choice. She picked up the scalpel and ran her fingers against the sharp edge. It still had a scent of disinfectants on it, her favourite smell. Every patient she remembers always hated that smell, the distinct hospital smell, but this was what made her love the hospitals even more.

She collected herself and moved her attention towards the shelf, it seemed like the only logical location to look for explanations. But she didn't know where to start, there were about twenty boxes placed and the numbers marked on them but not in sequence. She decided to open the box marked with number 1.

At the top of the pile inside was a small photo album. She opened it and found family pictures of a little girl with her parents and grandparents and then friends, she kept flipping till she came to her teen years where Lamia recognized her as the murdered 15-year-old. She dug inside and found a file containing all the newspaper clippings with her parents' interviews along with the manuscripts of all the video and radio interviews they did. She could only go through half of it as it became unbearable to read the plea of these parents for their daughter to return to them. Next was her journal, Lamia opened the first page and as she traced her fingers through the name Hailey written in pink, with hearts over the 'i', she closed the journal and dumped it back in the box.

This was sick and demented. Going through her belongings was enough to turn her stomach, she was dreading to meet the person who collected all this.

Lamia moved to the next one, she opened it and again the first thing she found was an album. This time it was a slightly older girl in them. She must be at least 19, so Lamia went to the board and started comparing every photograph to the girl in the album. "Name: Angela, 22", the article attached to her picture said that she moved to a foreign country and hence was untraceable by the authorities. It was believed that the alleged abortion incident led her to escape the country. There were no interviews in her box, just screenshots of her phone, to her boyfriend who kept messaging her but she never replied, to some of her friends she said that she was in Paris living with a cousin and to her parents, she said she was in Italy on an exchange program. This only increased her confusion. There was something off about this one but it wasn't as easy to pin as the earlier one.

One by one Lamia kept going through the boxes and assigning them names from the board. With each album she picked up, she dreaded it being hers. She did not want to know what was in her box.

"Name: Rory, 27", Lamia matched the face to the board, but as she flipped through she noticed that she had turned from a curvy girl to a stick figure. In retrospect, she could remember all of them looking a lot thinner in later photographs. Rory was arrested shortly after the last photograph, so in her box were her interviews. Lamia opened the first page of her file, the heading read "I was left with no choice". The article began by saying how this innocent girl was responsible for murdering a life and the price for it was short term amnesia. It said that once Rory got pregnant and she did not want to keep it, she approached a doctor whose name will not be disclosed yet. The doctor told her that the situation will be dealt with and the next thing Rory remembers is not being pregnant anymore but she had also lost 7 months of her life. A small price to pay according to her.

It was like with each piece in place the rest of the pieces kept getting smaller, making it impossible to assemble. It seemed logical to expect her box somewhere in there. She let go of her project to identify each box and rushed through them till she found her family album. She finally came upon it, it was the last one.

She skipped through the pictures of her childhood and opened the last few pages which contained her baby shower photographs. She did not remember having a baby, she went in the box again and found a bunch of certificates, degrees she acquired over the years and a baby blanket. The memory was coming back to her in flashes, she was sitting by the window in the nursery. They had decided to put on a wallpaper resembling a garden, she remembers being happy as she looked around at the drawn on butterflies stuck to the walls and her knitting that blanket. Lamia snapped out, something bad happened, she remembered the feeling of despair, in the back of her mind she knew what but she chose not to go there. Until she picked up the next document in the box, a medical file and the first page was her discharge form. Miscarriage.

She felt dizzy, she went back to the bathroom and bent down to drink some water from the tap. After splashing her face with water several times, she went back to the shelf and sat down near the box, she took a deep breath, now that she was forced to confront her tragedy, she could move on and figure out why she is in this place and what is her connection to the other women. She picked up a book, "Ancient Fertility Rituals: Secrets from the age-old tribes still practised today", there were several pages bookmarked with post-it notes, lines highlighted and some even had handwritten notes stapled to it. She opened the one with the thickest set of papers attached to it.

It told about a nomadic tribe that would feed a stillborn baby and the placenta to an infertile mother to pass on the soul of the child so that it can heal itself in another womb and be born. Disgusted, she moved to read the notes.

"Trial 1: Failed. Trial 2: I am hopeful, the results should come in a month." "Trial 2: Failed. Trial3: It is becoming hard to track a stillborn, the ritual specifies consumption within 12 hours." "Trial 3: A woman came to me for an abortion, Eric has drafted a proposal."

Lamia shut the book closed and tossed it aside.

The next item was a newspaper, the headline "The evilest woman in the world" and below that was a photograph of her being taken from her home in handcuffs. She had to run to the bathroom again, this time to throw up. Only water came out but the dry gag was even worse.

She opened one of the boxes before her, the one which was arrested for abortion. It was the same story as the second girl, she went in for an abortion and suddenly 8 months of her life were gone. She went through her pictures and towards the end, she too had lost an enormous amount of weight, she looked like she had aged 30 years. In an interview where she described her health, she mentioned that she was now anaemic and had a severe vitamin D deficiency. Lamia opened another box and it was the same story, abortion, missing months and a drastic deterioration in health. This pattern followed till the first girl, the one who never returned.

She went back to her stack, there, placed on top, was a plastic bag filled with photographs. The room in them was quite similar to the one she was in, the bathroom was nearly identical with the bed near it and a stand by its side not much different than the one she was attached to. She picked up the newspaper again and the words seemed to start floating in front of her eyes.

Cannibalism.

Vile practice.

Child Sacrifice.

Murderer.

Devil.

She had to rush back to the bathroom to throw up again, this time no matter how much she rinsed, she could not wipe out the taste of blood in her mouth.

'The doctor confessed that her last patient, unfortunately, passed away during the birth and in a state of haste, she made the wrong decision to leave the body in an alleyway. The young girl had come to the doctor for treatment after finding herself pregnant at 15 years of age. The doctor justified her actions by stating that those children were doomed to die anyway, she only thought it justified to use their death to bring a child into the world that would be welcomed. Her spree of cannibalism went on for 7 years, tracing back to a year after her first miscarriage. She went on to bribe coroners to get access to infant corpses but once that seemed to be too complicated, she took matters into her hands and started luring naïve women in the guise of giving them an abortion.

Some of these women managed to escape the law by moving to different countries, but the department managed to arrest most of the women, and despite their own traumatic experiences, they are not exempted from serving time for going against the Right to Live Act. But what about the little girl who made one mistake and had to lose her life. Her parents still fight on to get the accused the death penalty.'

One of the magazines had managed to perfectly summarize her entire ordeal in a few words. Although, it felt like reading about some other version of herself. She remembered how much she had wanted to be a mother, the paranoia every time she saw a pregnant woman. It had started affecting her job. Her body was not healthy enough to create life and even though Eric was willing to adopt, she refused. She wanted to do this, she wanted to prove that her body was not hostile. But the desperation, the drive to kill, it was still a stranger to her. It was like a vivid bad dream she had a night, and in the morning she knew the things she did but they did not feel real enough to have happened to her.

Suddenly, there was a static noise in the room.

"Dr Walters, could you gather why you are here?"

Lamia wiped her tears and stood up. "Yes."

"Care to elaborate."

"I kidnapped women under the pretext of terminating their pregnancies, and" she gagged, "consumed the remains of their child."

Outside the room there was a commotion, Lamia could hear none of it.

A huge crowd was gathered holding posters with "Death to Murderer" and "Kill the child Killer" written on them.

A reporter stood in front of the camera, "This is the second trial of Dr Walters. Her memory of the incident was wiped 24 hours before the trial began. The last time, she did own up to the crimes but when asked what her punishment should be, she pleaded that her memories had been wiped and hence been changed by the experience. If she refuses the sentence again, she will be put on trial on the date decided by the judge. Earlier in the year, Mr Eric Walters, Dr Walters husband had been put in the penitentiary as per his demand, where he will spend the rest of his days. Let's see if like him, his wife has some humanity left in her yet.

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[swearronchanel]

9.01

Ok it took forever to find a working link here we go

1965..

- Omg the ceiling falling on her during labor gtfo

- “Where do we begin? What marks the start of any new adventure?” Tell me, Mature Jenny

- I’m so emo ugh a year ago today (well tomorrow) I moved to London for the semester 😭 I miss it so much..

- THE BEACH BOYS😍 hell yea the tunes

- I WISH THEY ALL COULD BE CALIFORNIA GIRLLLLLSSSS

- Love Trixie’s robe, I need one

- Here’s her damn electric shaver 😂

- RIP Churchill, except not really bc you know racist, eugenist, etc😂

- You tell em Patrick! He sucks

- The turners now have a cohort of children and now rabbits lmaoo

- Tim’s been sent to boarding school, see ya never bro

- ANGELA SPOKE ?! HOLD THE FREAKING PHONE ITS ONLY BEEN HER WHOLE SILENT LIFE ON THE SHOW SJSJSJS IM SHOOK

- WAR HORSE

- skip that funeral Phyllis

- Terry wants to look after his mom how pure

- I want his camera ugh, wait till I get a vintage film camera

- Ok not to ruin the mood but Nonnatus was demolished once before, this is repetitive (I know the 60s brought demolitions but still lol)

- 7 months in squalor 😭 so sad ugh

- Phyllis to the rescue with some polite fighting words

- The cucumbers on the eyes 😂😂 I love them

- Here comes the tights competition lmaoo

- GORGEOUS GAMS, my new blog name

- Cyril gazes at them? 😂😂 who is looking at ankles? I’m weak

- I love her modesty it’s sweet lol, and I love Trixie who is modest in other ways😂

- Phyllis and sister hilda dancing and holding hands is pure AF

- I really like her, I want sister hilda’s backstory! but sister Francis tho - eh lmao I’m not sold yet

- Fred and his first wife’s picture omg let me rip my heart out, I’m glad he’s got violet now 😭

- But the little moment is realistic, we should see Patrick mention Marianne

- sorry Churchill I’m not mourning

- Trixie’s houndstooth coat is a look

- “Your values which I respect” I love her 😂

- Lucille doing the cross, felt

- Terry and his mom in the flat !! my heart

- Love my nurses showing off their legs even if this is a filler storyline *cough Trixie deserves better 1965*

- I love that Phyllis took the photos, we love a supportive mother figure

- The baby in the trash can I can’t 😭😭 it’s not just a thing of past and it’s heartbreaking

- I love Fred ok, he’s just a pure older white man. There are few

- I forgot Sgt Wolfe existed oops

- Like primrose hill ugh my heart I miss London

- Mother Mildred back on her bullshit and I love it

- She’s annoying in the best way 😂

- Sister Mj 😭 if she passes this series IM OUT THIS B! I can not handle *insert Lucille Bluth from Arrested Development saying I won’t hear it and I won’t respond to it*

- Is this Valerie’s bitch ass cousin LMAO ??

- Val pls go see your grandma, I cant stress this enough pls all of you go visit your grandmas if possible, life is too damn short and I know it too well

- Terry is the cutest child omg love him

- “Will he look like me?” Just rip my heart out would you ??

- So is this lady the mother?

- I’m calling it

- HOW DO YOU SPELL LACTATING LMFOAOAOAOA

- sgt Wolfe out here on his law and order detective shit

- What’s up with Terry?  he better not die or I’m fighting

- If something happens to this poor kid I’m going to be personally offended

- “It’s not convenient right now” me at anything, everyday of my life

- Lucille is so cute even when she’s trying not to panic

- Phyllis to the rescue, again

- I love babies but this show just makes me not ever want children LMAO

- If I have to get up on my knees to push out a baby, just slice me open

- Idk why but i wish they would’ve wrote Phyllis telling someone she gave a baby away that she obviously had out of wedlock. Don’t ask why I just feel like it could’ve worked?

- Omg the diphtheria in his mouth🤢vaccinate your damn kids !!!!

- “Everything is supposed to be moving forward” FELT THIS SHELAGH! the world seems to take 2 steps forward and 15 back..

- also loving her new hair tho

- “I haven’t got all day” mood af, Stan Phyllis Crane

- “We’ll be whichever of those you need most” Mother Mildred knows what to say

- I’m glad Trixie is there tho

- Miss Higgins is lowkey underrated, she’s only been a gem lately

- “There’s nothing worse than feeling unfresh” true af Trix, I would’ve never survived without indoor plumbing or soap or anything

- Shawty delivered her own baby?!! She’s BRAVE brave

- DID THE PRIEST KNOCK HER Up?? IM CALLING GOD

- “MOTHER Mildred” put some respect on her name

- I smell shadiness in this church

- SOMEONE HAVING A MENTAL ILLNESS DOES NOT MEAN A PERSON IS BROKEN !!

- Mother Mildred PLS throw some hands for the sake of the Lord almighty

- “Smells of his chemistry set And clearisil” ahh yes what all the cool kids smell like these days you know 😂😂 rip Tim, not gone just moved away till who knows when

- ANIMATED GIBLETS LMAOAOA NOW THTS MY NEW BLOG NAME

- I love shelagh when she says random ass shit 😂 reminds me of her sister Bernadette days

- But Where’s sister Julienne in all this??

- “And I would feel more at ease if i remained” TELL EM MILDRED

- Not too sound so gen y or whatever us late 90s babies are but this priest is only giving me ~bad vibes~

- The Reggie pic😭 I love it

- Fred adding the newspaper clip to his memory box I can’t take it

- Violet my blue eyeshadow queen, I love it (I’m wearing it again in 2020, it was a look that one time)

- “Family meant no space” 😭 I just want terry to get better and reunite with his momma and new sibling

- Omg Brenda 😭 where is your ex? I will wring his neck out

- Trixie😭😭 the childhood traumas tonight whew,..

- It makes me so sad ugh

- Sister Hilda has a velvety accent if that makes sense lmaoo

- “Do you know who the father is? FATHER” MOTHER MILDRED DRAG HIM! YOU KNOW IT AS I DO

- Omg this little girls arm! help her

- Trixie’s two piece little set is so mid 60s and cute

- “I was running away from something that was hard and it was too easy” felt that Val

- But I’m so glad she’s gonna go see her gran

- TERRY IS OK GOD BLESS 😭

- “Pass the tea cakes to this end” LMAO I guess I am Mother Mildred

- Sister Julienne is like probably like thank God Mildred is finally leaving 😂

- They won runner up! 😂😂

- FISHNETS LMAO I love it

- Aww sister Frances made a blanket, pure

- SLAP HIM WITH THE CANE MILDRED

- it’s her pimp cane😂 I love it when you call me big mommaaaa

- I KNEW HE WAS THE FATHER!!! I AM PERSONALLY CALLING THE LORD TO SMITE HIM

- Violet framed Betty’s photo wow bye let me ducking cry my eyes out

- I love the buckles <3

- So what’s the next move with the demolition??

- “The past is never lost to us, we carry it with us...”

- THEY GAVE TERRY TIM’S BLAZER WOW MY HEART !!!!!

- “...the way we embrace it has the power to change everything” 😭😭

- Aww the Turner babies and rabbit babies

- Ok that was a good episode 😭

#call the midwife #my commentary #well here i am once again haha #taking on 1965 aka 2020 #yes im late af lol american problems

[rosaalee]

Fastest Girl. [2]

Pairing: Rosalie Hale x Carter Jones. (FEM OC)

Series.

Genre: Twilight, Mentions of drugs/alcohol, slow burn.

Word Count: 1570

I've been dreading leaving for school the moment I woke up this morning. Not only was I joining a new school March of second semester is that I dont have my vehicle with me. I still have to contact my mom and ask her to get someone to bring it to me. I miss my baby already.

"Hey kiddo, you're gonna be late if you dont leave now," my grandma said before tossing me her keys. "Take my truck, I dont have anywhere to go today." she said opening the front door waiting for me to grab my bag and exit the house with her before she started watering her plants.

"Thanks G'ma." I smiled before hopping into her truck and starting the engine and driving to school. I made sure that yesterday I would take her truck around and get used to the roads here and where most of the major things around here were.

The drive to the school wasn't as long as I thought. Maybe it had to do that I was going 15 over the speed limit. Pulling into the schools parking lot was a nightmare, considering everyone has to be up in peoples business wondering who the new kid is. Here we go.

Locking the truck I scanned the parking lot a little bit, I didn't see Rosalie so I assumed she is a late person, or she's inside the building, which I dont know why because it seems like everyone likes to waste their time outside at their vehicles.

My boots smacking against the wet concreate as I avoided everyone's stares and entered the building, immediately finding the front office to my left. "Name?" The woman said at the front desk, she sounded like the one I spoke to on the phone.

"Carter Jones," I told her and tapped my knuckles on the wood desk waiting for her to hand me my slip as she leaned back in her chair and grabbed something from the desk behind her.

"Here's your class schedule, have your teacher sign this slip and leave it with them." she smiled before handing me my schedule and four class slips.

Walking away I was stopped by a boy who started introducing himself to me but I paid him no attention since I wasn't really interested, his name was Eric though from what I picked up. Without a reply I just walked away from him trying to find my first class which was History. 

Upon arrival I seen the teacher at his desk and walked over to him handing him one of the slips and told him my name. He nodded and told me to sit where I wanted and that there wasn't assigned seats. I hummed a response and found myself a spot at the back next to the window.

I heard the last bell ring and more students started joining the class. This brunette sat next to me. "Hi, I'm Angela Weber, you must be the new student." she said leaning over in her seat to say to me, but still trying to pay attention to the teacher.

Nodding my head, "Yeah, names Carter." I told her trying to end the conversation but she reached over onto my desk and grabbed my schedule.

"Oh we have 3 classes together," she giggled before putting it back on my desk. I fake laughed not really into the conversation just wanted school to be over. I'm not trying to be a huge asshole, it just 9am and who has time to be talking right now, especially trying to keep a conversation. I think she got the hint and dropped it.

By the time next class was I had 5 minutes to find my English class. I ended up over hearing Angela and that boy Eric mention they both had English and ended up following them to the class. Repeating what I did with the last teacher, this one had assigned seats. Ending up sitting next to someone named Jessica, she seemed exactly like a snob and the annoying preppy girls I would avoid at my old school.

Zoned out for the most of the lesion I didn't realize Jessica was talking to me till she snapped her fingers in front of my face which ticked me off. Angerly I looked over at her raising one of my eyebrows curious to know what she needed to say to break me from my thoughts.

"I was wondering if you wanted to sit with us at lunch, since it's your first day and you'll probably be a loner sitting at a table by yourself," she snarled while exchanging glances to Angela and Eric who I presumed were her friends.

Avoiding the fact that she was a real bitch, but she was probably right. I haven't seen Rosalie yet so I would probably be sitting alone. I agreed to sitting with them at lunch.

After the bell rang and I followed the three to the lunch room and grabbed some food with the rest of them, we sat at what I assumed to be their table. There was already a boy with short blonde hair sitting there, Jessica sat next to him, along with Eric and Angela. I happened to be sitting on the other side of the table, more onto Angela's side though.

"Mike, this is Carter, she's new here." Eric said to the blonde boy who just nodded, didn't really say much. Which was surprising to me since all the kids here are very active talkers from what I have noticed.

Biting down on my celery stick, I never really noticed the groups of people. There wasn't really a specific groups of people, sure there was the basic jocks and "nerds" and the outcasts, but everyone seemed to be together.

"The pale faces are staring," Mike brought up bringing everyone out of their conversations and all eyes behind me. I turned and seen one familiar face and four not so.

"They're looking at Carter," Jessica groaned. Causing me to roll my eyes and lean back in my chair facing the four at my table.

"Dare me to go over there," I smirked, knowing exactly what my goal was. I didn't want to sit with someone who I knew was already having a direct issue with me and I didn't even do anything to her. She dislikes me because I'm new.

"Uh, I don't think that's a good-" Angela started before Jessica cut her off.

"Do it, embarrass yourself." She spat, crossing her arms.

I pushed me chair back and grabbed my food tray, turning on my heel, noticing all eyes were on me. I walked over to the table, slammed my tray down. "I'm sitting here now." I stated, grabbing an empty chair and pulling it up to where I was.

Looking at everyone at the table, beside Rosalie was a presumably tall buff boy with jet black hair, is face was stern but he gave me a smile which I mirrored to him. Beside him was a boy with honey golden hair, similar to Rose's but more golden, his face held many emotions. Next to him was a girl with pixie like hair, sticking in multiple directions, she looked very sweet. And finally there was a boy with dark brown hair, he stared at me with much concern. I smiled at them all before turning my gaze to Rosalie.

"I really needed to get away from that bitch," I sighed taking a drink from my water.

"Jessica Stanley?" The pixie hair girl asked, fumbling with her fingers.

"Sure yeah. She's been a royal asshole to me for no reason." Turned my gaze back to my previous table and noticed her looking at me with rage. Whatever crazy.  "Rose, I wish I had my first two classes with you." I said bringing myself to a topic I could care about.

"I have Bio next, do you?" She asked raising her brow, leaning over the table to talk to me.

Thankfully I indeed did have Bio next, so hopefully I would be able to sit near her. "What about you guys?" I addressed to the rest of the group.

"Edward has it too, Alice has Spanish with Jasper and Emmett have Math," she told me, I nodded and continued eating my food.

We were walking to the class together, Rosalie was actually pretty close to my body, it was like she was trying to avoid bumping into anyone. Not like that would be an issue since most kids let them walk in front or they lean towards the walls and lockers of the halls.

I barely got my foot in the door before the teacher was up in my face, he said his name was Mr. Molina and that he was a huge fan of my grandma's work, which isn't surprising since she's a fantastic lady. He told me to sit wherever I wanted, and I opted to sit next to Rosalie, who's seat was empty.

Class was pretty boring, I ended up copying off of Rose, which she didn't really mind actually. I was never fantastic at school, I don't really care for it.

I was zoned out basically for the whole class. My hands were cold and shaky, all I want is a release. Hopefully my next class will have what I'm looking for.

#fastest girl #fastest girl series #Rosalie #Rosalie Hale #rosalie cullen #Rosalie cullen fic #Rosalie cullen fanfic #Rosalie cullen fanfiction #Rosalie hale fic #Rosalie hale fanfic #Rosalie hale fanfiction #rosalie hale x carter jones #carter jones x rosalie hale #Twilight series

[dreamgirlbreezy]

CHAPTER 4

ROCKY

 I was having so much fun being here and learning a lot about Donnie well Nissy we was here for some hours tell like 10 and when we tried to leave Meme wouldn’t let us she said it was too late to be driving for 2 hours and for us to stay the night so that’s what we’re doing I had on Donnie’s shirt to sleep in right now we was in Donnie’s room here Meme and Porpor already went off to bed. We was watching Men In Black, I was laying in Donnie’s arms as always my safe place to be.  

“Thank you for bringing me here I had fun”

“I’m glad you did and I hoped that you would”

“Your Meme is the best and her cooking is on point and I think your Porpor was flirting with me when we was dancing”

“Where do you think I learn all my smooth moves from” I laughed and I felt him softly stroking my ear lobe.

“I gotta tell you something”

“Yea?”

“Me and Erica broke up today while we was here”

“What why?”

“Because of you, she asked where was I, I told her at my grandparents house she asked if I went alone I told her no that you came with me then she went on a hour long rant on how I put you before her and that ain’t right and how I need to choice her or you”

“What did you say?”

“I picked you”

“Donnie you shouldn’t have done that”

“Yea I should have she wanted me to pick so I picked you mean a lot to me”

“You mean a lot to me too but to pick me over her is crazy”

“No it’s not” he kissed my hair and laid there watching tv till I looked up at him, when I felt him kiss my hair again, this time he kissed my forehead then my nose then my lips and we was locked together in a kiss.

Soon were tangled together on the bed, kissing deeply and passionately. He was on top of me, pressed against my body and grinding against me gently. My legs were wrapped around him and the shirt had fallen to my upper thighs.

Donnie's hands slid up and down my sides, feeling my generous curves. He left a trail of kisses from my lips to my neck. He heard my whimpers and sighs in his ear, sending his arousal on overload. His dick ached inside of his pants, desperate for release. He loved the soft touch of my hands gliding along his back and how I dug my nails in on occasion.

My pussy was rapidly growing slick, soaking my juices into my panties. Every kiss, every caress, everything that he did to me was too much. The loose shirt felt like it was constricting me as my body grew warmer with each passing moment.

When he hit the most sensitive region on my neck, just under my ear, my eyelids fluttered and I moaned, "Adonis, that feels so good."

"I'm glad," he groaned into my flesh. His lips lingered in that spot, and then took a detour down to my collar bone before returning. He whispered into my ear, "Is it okay if I touch your boobs?"

"Yes, yes, of course,"

He lifted himself off of me just a bit and steadied himself on the arm that was cradling my head. He planted soft kisses over every centimeter of my face as his hand drifted up over the curve of my bosom. The soft fabric of the shirt scratched against his hand as he cupped my breast and the sensation from feeling my rock hard nipple against his palm through the clothing sent a jolt of pleasure to his erection.

"Here, let me help you,", pulling my hands away from his back. Quickly, I pulled the shirt up and off of me, revealing the shiny silk bra that I wore.

Donnie’s mouth went dry as he admired my body. He pushed himself up more in order to get a better look. His fingertips trailed along the top of the cups of my bra, feeling my soft flesh. My large breasts were propped up and strained inside of my bra. He ached to feast on me, but was in no rush.

He looked up at my face and smiled. "You're beautiful, Raquel. Absolutely gorgeous."

I bit my lip and shied away, looking off to the wall. He took his hand off of my chest and gently nudged my cheek back over so that he could see my eyes. He kissed the tip of my nose.

"You need to get used to hearing that. You are beautiful and you deserve to hear it more than I would ever be able to say it." His hand returned to my breasts, running back and forth and into the valley between my mounds of flesh.

"Thank you," tracing my fingers along his scratchy jawline.

I felt like I was melted into the bed, overwhelmed by the sensations he provided me, and even more so, the words he said. My heart was warm, near the level of exploding with what felt like love. "Love?" I asked myself silently. "I do love him but I can't love him like that it’s too soon. But, this has to be what it feels like."

he kissed my lips, breaking off my thoughts of anything but what we were doing in this moment. His lips made their way down my neck and over my chest, leading down to my tits. My fingers twirled in his soft hair while I watched him.

I moaned as he kissed and licked my skin. It felt like he was absorbing everything that he could. Most men I had been with just rushed through everything in order to get to the actual sex. With him, it was so much different, almost unexplainable.

My nipples were so hard that they hurt, especially being confined inside of my bra. His tongue felt like it had dissolved into my flesh, leaving a trail of saliva as he tasted me. His hand lightly groped me as he devoured my tits.

I could feel his dick pressing hard against my pussy through our clothes as I met his gentle thrusts and rolled my hips. I was desperate to have him and washed over with lust.

"Adonis," I moaned.

He moaned a response into my delectable skin. Hearing me moan his name sent shivers down his spine.

"Donnie," I tugged on his hair to angle his head up so that I could look at his face. My breath was ragged and I panted, "We should go the room door."

He moved up so his face was over mine and his eyes locked with mine. He ached for me as well, but he knew it was lust. Not love, though love had begun to bubble as well. He forced himself to push his desire for more out of the way. It wasn't time yet.

His hand stroked my face and he smiled down at me. "Rocky, I want to. I really want to. But, I don't think we should."

I felt wounded. No man had ever turned me down before.

My lips trembled "Why? You don't want me?"

"Oh god no. You're the most desirable woman in the world to me." He kissed my forehead repeatedly before lifting up again. "I know you want this and believe me, I want to as well." He stroked his thumb over my lips. "But, you're worth waiting for."

Tears began welling up in my eyes. "No one..." I stuttered, "no one has ever said that to me before."

He leaned down and kissed the tears away that had escaped, and then kissed my eyelids. "Then, no one has ever deserved you before."

I pressed my lips together and sniffled, trying to keep my emotions under control. Here was this perfect man, gentle, warm, and loving, who obviously cared for me. It wasn't something I had felt for several years. Rodney waited for me to be ready before losing my virginity, but that didn't mean he hadn't pressured me a couple of times. Now, here was Donnie, a man who was more than willing, but not allowing himself to give in.

I didn't know what to say, there were no words within grasp to explain what I was feeling.

"I hope this doesn't mean we have to stop making out."

"Does it?" He started tickling me over my ribs, causing me to squirm under him.

I giggled hysterically and shook my head wildly, causing my hair to whip his face. "No, please. Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me, Donnie."

*** ** *** 

I woke up the next morning I was lying there with my eyes open I looked around the room and saw I was alone. I got up and went to the bathroom using it and washing my face I saw a toothbrush so I used it. Then I left the room going down stairs where I could hear someone singing.

“I don't like you, but I love you

Seems that I'm always thinkin' of you

You treat me badly, I love you madly

You've really got a hold on me

(You really got a hold on me)

You really got a hold on me

(You really got a hold on me)

Baby, I don't want you, but I need you

Don't wanna kiss you, but I need to

You do me wrong now, my love is strong now

You've really got a hold on me

(You really got a hold on me)

You really got a hold on me

(You really got a hold on me)

Baby, I love you and all I want you to do

Is just hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me

Tighter, tighter” Donnie sang I stood there by the kitchen door and watched him dance and sing to his Meme. Meme saw me and stopped dancing and smiled at me.

“Hey sweetheart”

“Hi I didn’t mean to break up your fun”

“Oh you didn’t I was just taking a break and my Nissy sang me my favorite song.” I walked into the kitchen and Donnie looked at me and giving me a dramatic wink then a shy smile.

“ANGELA I NEED YOU”

“He always need me to find something for him, he’d lose his head if he could I'll be back” Meme smiled and left the kitchen I looked at Donnie he was looking through his phone and I was just watching him now here comes the awkward feeling we shouldn’t have kissed last night. I looked around the kitchen then back at Donnie who was now staring at me, so I gave him a small smile, he smiled back and walked towards me.

“Hi”

“Hi”

“How you doing?”

“I’m good”

“How you feeling?”

“I feel good”

“About everything?”

“Yea” I said slowly he smiled at me and shook his head.

“Liar it’s okay I’m confused too but I like kissing you your lips are soft”he pulled me to him and kissed me, I gladly kissed him back. “You brushed your teeth”

“Yup” he smiled and kissed me again.

“I know something we didn’t do last night I didn’t get a chance to taste you so why don’t you let me right now”

“What?” I was being picked up and put on the island “No, not in the kitchen Donnie stop it” I slapped at his hands as he went to try to go under my shirt.

[orbitsicheng]

nct as the office

Angela- Jeno

-loves his cats

-’if you pray hard enough you can be cat person’

-for some reason enjoys babies dressed as adults

-didn’t realize his husband the senator was straight until he caught him cheating

-madly in love with Jaemin for some odd reason

Dwight- Jaemin

-gets on everyone's nerves

-assistant to the regional manager

-never seems to stop making fun of Jisung for starting the fire

-‘Jisung started the fire!’

-got a concussion trying to go get Lucas after burning his foot

Michael- Lucas

-literally everyone loves him or hates him

-burned his foot on his gorge forman grill trying to make bacon

-’Ten can you come pick me up I burned my foot’

-’i cant i have to answer the phone’

-’send jisung.’

-’jaemin’s coming’

‘OH GOD not him’

Pam- Ten

-doesn’t realize that johnny is madly in love with him

-pranks all time with johnny

-dated that one dude in the warehouse almost got engaged but broke it off after johnny kissed him

-was tired of how Jeno planned parties so started the committee to plan parties

-told everyone he didn't want to marry the warehouse dude on a boat but ended up marrying johnny on a boat

-’i don’t want to get married without my parents’

Jim- Johnny

-madly in love with Ten

-pranks jaemin all the damn time

-once when jaemin quit after taeyong pretty much forced him to, he put taeyongs phone in the ceiling

-taeyong punched the wall

-loves doing impressions

-sicheng caught him doing an impression of him and was not impressed

-’i do not find that funny’

Stanley- Sicheng

-grumpy a lot

-just wants to get his work done and retire

-secretly holds a soft spot in his heart for taeil

-only cares about pretzel day

-’only another 365 days till the next pretzel day’

Phyllis- Taeil

-keeps telling lucas thats hes only a few years older than him instead of the huge age gap lucas thinks they have

-loves to knit

-is married to bob vance of vance refrideration

-is the only person in the office who understands Sicheng

-’would a grumpy old man make me this? Its me’

Kelly- Chenle

-works in the back with Jungwoo

-really loud

-like, really really loud

-madly inlove with Jisung for some odd reason

-’oh my god, Johnny did you see Jisung, hes so dreamy’

Ryan- Jisung

-just a temp

-literally is loved by lucas for no reason

-to the point were it makes him uncomfortable

-doesn’t want to date chenle like how chenle wants to date him

-started the fire

-’i miss the days where this was the only party i didn’t want to go to.’

Andy- Taeyong

-transferred over

-really annoying

-loves to sing

-also has some really bad anger issues

-punched a wall when no one told him where his phone was

-’ITS NOT FUNNY GUYS’

Toby- Jungwoo

-the one person everyone hates for a reason

-is actually really smart with most of the things he says

-is still heartbroken over his wife leaving him

-doesn’t quite get the concept of why lucas hates him

-’come on, lucas, no’

Meredith- Yuta

-a “recovering” alcoholic

-is actually pretty smart at his job, just is struggling at home

-feels the need to be very open about being sexual

-once flashed lucas during the christmas party

-’lucas?’

-’yeah. Oh god yuck’ and he proceeded to take a picture

Kevin- Jaehyun

-the stupid one

-has wayyy to much porn on his computer

-also seems to have a great chilli recepie

-he brings in his chilli every year

-one year he dropped it

-’the trick is to undercook the onions. Everyone is going to get to know each other in the pot.’

Jan- Renjun

-everyone knows that him and lucas kissed one night

-and lucas took him to jamacia

-lets everyone believe he slept with lucas in jamacia because its too much of a headache to think otherwise

-ended up dating lucas at some point

-’And I’m a candlemaker and you don’t hear me complaining about it!’

Darryl- Donghyuck

-The main warehouse guy

-Doesn’t really enjoy lucas

-trys to stay out of office business

-lets himself gets pulled into office business

-pranked with johnny a bit

-’i dont want to prank anymore. Things get real.’

Oscar- Xiaojun

-hid that he was gay for the longest time

-until he realized that jeno was gay and just rude as hell

-got to go on vacation once when lucas kissed him unwillingly

-when he came back people threw him a party for him ‘heritage’ not for being gay

-’Our office has an unusually large number of unusually large people.’

Erin- Yangyang

-joined the office a little bit later

-worked as the receptionist

-dated taeyong for a minute, then broke up with him

-really wished he knew his parents growing up

-’talk to me that way again, and I’ll cut your face off.’

Creed- Kun

-the old man of the office

-talks about a lot of crazy things to everyone

-the least sane office employee

-is probably on the run from the police

-’just pretend like we’re talking until the cops leave’

Todd- Hendery

-really really inapporiate

-hated by johnny

-’who has two thumbs and hates hendery? This guy’

-lucas loves him for some reason

-left a gift for lucas in his office

-’did you get the gift i left for you?’

David- Doyoung

-the big guy

-runs the office more than lucas does

-actually thinks jaemin has potential for being the regional manager

-’suck it’

Gabe- Mark

-the person that everyone TRULY hates

-dated yangyang for some time

-it didn’t turn out

-’you’re making this harder than it has to be’

#nct #nct 127 #nct u #nct dream #wayv #nct wayv #taeyong #doyoung #taeil #johnny #xiaojun #hendery #yangyang #sicheng #winwin #mark #renjun #jeno #jaemin #haechan #donghyuck #lucas #kun #jaeyun #jungwoo #jisung #chenle #yuta #ten #nct au

[inthedrift]

More Chaleigh headcannons

Because I’ve been spreading a lot of sad recently so

Who hogs the blanket? - Chuckles, Raleigh doesn't feel the need for the blankets half the time, he grew up in Alaska for gods sake, a blanket in Sydney might just finish him off. Also Chuck gives off the heat of a dying star and is always adamant about wrapping himself around Raleigh's back and causing him to almost expire from heat exhaustion. So it's less Chuck hogging the blanket and more Raleigh fighting to have the thing as far away from him as possible

Who eats the others uneaten pizza crusts? - Rals, he spent 5 years on rations, he doesn't let anything go to waste. Even before that when Richard bailed and Dominique got sick they didn't have a lot of money so every bite of food counted. They get plenty of food now but it's still a hard habit to break if its on a plate in front of him he's not gonna leave it.

Who is more likely to cry over a sad book or movie? - Honestly I think Chuck, like he's this emotionally walled off kid effectively. And he probably didn't get to watch or read a lot of stuff and when he did it will have been engineering books or something. So Raleigh comes along and he had a childhood before the kaiju attacked he was 15 before the world even started ending, he didn't even enlist till he was 17 so like he spent his childhood with films and books. So he picks these films that Chuck missed that he has to see and some of them are sad, like super sad and Chuck has spent so long bottling in any emotion that wasn't anger or smugness and Raleigh makes him feel safe so these films the sort of shock the tears out of him. And at first he's embarrassed but Raleigh is always there always comforting and honestly sometimes it's more beneficial than their mandatory therapy sessions as he feels so much safer crying about a film with Raleigh and just being normal.

Who talks smack while playing video games? - Both of them. Are you kidding me? Raleigh is a middle child like, he probably grew up with a wii, bet you he tried to beat Yancy to death with a wii remote once for blue shelling him (they hurt, my brother broke my finger with one). So like Raleigh was raised on smack talk and video games, but Chuck who no doubt missed out on a lot especially like COD or stuff, is a competitive and contrary little shit. No way is he taking anything lying down, bet you he starts teabagging Rals the first time he kills him even though he has no clue what it is or that it has a name. Also bet you they've fallen out/actually had a physical fight over Mario Party just saying.

Who sings along with the radio? - Raleigh probably, like again he was old enough when the war started. So most songs that come on the radio he will know and he'll take great delight in pissing Chuck off by singing at the top of his voice and out of tune (he can sing in tune, fairly well tbh, but were is the fun in that). Chuck surprises him though, like ok he doesn't know any of the modern stuff but he knows like everything 80's and some vague 90s stuff and Raleigh is kinda shooketh, and the kid is adorable when he knows a song on the radio and he just can't help himself singing along, (Raleigh won't say it outloud but he's not a great singer, but he loves Chuck's voice so he couldn't give a shit) also and Chuck would kill Raleigh if anyone else ever found out but Chuck knows musicals. Like he doesn't know movies but Angela loved musicals and Chuck has a playlist - he listens to it in the shower.

Who would accidentally set the kitchen on fire while cooking? - Chuck. Raleigh had a sick mother, who lets be real he would have had to cook for as Yancy must have been working to bring some money in other than any benefits or sick pay or whatever. So Raleigh is like a super competent cook, maybe he hasn't done it in a while but it's ingrained into him. Chuck on the other hand he hasn't lived anywhere but military bases and shatterdomes since he was 12. Food just kinda appears, like he tips up to the mess hall and there it is. So the first few times it will go as expected the food isn't great, but it's edible like Chuck is too much of a perfectionist to fuck up that badly. But then he'll get a little confident a little bit cocky and will try and do two things at once and before you know it he's put a towel on a burner ring and all the sprinklers go off.

Who would throw the other into a pool? - Raleigh? Again he's a younger sibling, I feel things like that come from either having a sibling or high school shenanigans and seeing as Chuck has experienced neither he just wouldn't consider it. But Raleigh decides it would be fucking hilarious to grab Chuck off the stretcher he's been reading on by the pool bridal style and it takes Chuck a second to react first by dropping his book followed by an "Oi, Ray, fuck do you think you're doing" and before you know it the kid has been dropped in the deep end. Queue all out war, Raleigh still has a tan line in the shape of a dick on his back.

Who shops for groceries? - Raleigh, Chuck comes along and just throws garbage in the cart like he'll 100% see how many snacks he can sneak in there before they get to the check out. If Raleigh sent him alone they would have exactly nothing with any nutritional value.

Who kills the spiders? - Max, Raleigh is scared of them like not to the point where he'd die if stuck in a room with one, but he isn't getting close enough to the fucker to kill it. And Chuck well Chuck is deathly afraid, like would happily just burn the house to the ground and leave kind of afraid. He trained Max to eat spiders, because if there's even one in the room with him he can't sleep, can't focus on anything but where the thing is. Like he's slept in the mess hall a few times to avoid a spider.

Who is the morning/night person? - Raleigh is a golden retriever personified, he's all baby Anna from Frozen "The sky's away so I'm awake", so like it will be 6am and he'll be raring to go and he's not exactly quiet or tactful when he wakes up, and Chuck will be jostled awake and every morning without fail Chuck will have to debate whether he punches Raleigh hard enough in the throat that he passes out. Chuck has learned however that Raleigh will sleep in later if he's well and truly fucked the night before so that's usually his tactic, alternatively if Chuck can wake up long enough to give Raleigh a good blow job he tends to go straight back to sleep, so yeah Chuck is certainly not a morning person and has learnt to use sex or violence as a way to get more sleep.

Who proposes? - Honestly I think it would probably be Chuck, like Raleigh probably wouldn't even consider it. He loves Chuck like with his whole being, but Raleigh's experience of marriage is a father who had a whole other family and bailed on his mom so he's not exactly the sort of person who would consider it the ultimate declaration of love. But Chuck his happy memories were from when his mum and dad were together and it was the three of them and Herc still loves Angela so of course Chuck would see it as a way to show Rals he loves him and Raleigh would be so shocked and awed that Chuck would want to saddle himself with his has been ass and of course Raleigh says yes.

Who forgot to put the cat dog outside before sex? - I mean Raleigh probably as Chuck has experienced that awful feeling of eyes on him during sex only to turn and see Max staring woefully at him from across the room probably way more times than he wants to admit but Raleigh. Raleigh has probably never had a pet and has never had to worry about being watched by anything other than another human which they tend to remove themselves from the situation fairly quickly when they've grasped what's about to happen. So yeah Raleigh would forget and they'd be happily cracking on as it were and Max instead of just watching in that creepy unblinking way that pets tend to have he'd come up and actually lick any part of either body he could reach standing on his hind legs and Raleigh would actually fucking squeak and Chuck would be laughing to hard to focus on much of anything else for a good while. So they don't forget anymore.

Who posts vines of the other doing embarrassing shit? Chuck? Like I can see Raleigh doing more embarrassing shit, like tripping over constantly or just being a fucking dork and Chuck just films it. But Raleigh is 100% the more likely one that if Chuck did trip over or he caught him singing Les Mis or something to post it somewhere. He’s also the one that’s gonna get a bo staff to the head for the trouble but he’d probably only regret it when he’s lying in bed with the lights off because he has a minor concussion and the light makes his head want to explode but at least Chuck is stroking his hair and hasn’t turned them back on so that probably counts as a win.

Who breaks the most phones? Raleigh probably. I see him as being the clumsy one but if Chuck is mad he’s so gonna launch phones at things like walls or people. But I think Chuck accepts that failing and would have a proper case on his phone, Raleigh on the other hand is always adamant that he won’t drop this one cue two weeks later having to admit to Chuck that the screen is in a million pieces and the battery might be leaking as he dropped it off one of the engineering decks.

Who thinks they can do something really well even though they can't? Neither? Like Raleigh isn’t that sort of cocky, he would never think he’s good at something that he isn’t - he knows what he excels at and is perfectly accepting of what he can’t do. And Chuck honestly I think he’s pretty good at a lot of things and he’s far too proud to do something that he’s bad at and wouldn’t be willing to make a fool of himself in front of others. So I think they both know what they can and can’t do

Who is more likely to get kicked out of the bed? Rals 100%. Like he’s an eternal sunshine child, he goes from 0-60 in the blink of an eye and Chuck is not into the whole being awake before a reasonable hour unless a goddamn kaiju is here and about to fuck shit up. So I don’t doubt that if Raleigh is being either too noisy or too handsy before Chuck is either willing to wake up or willing to have morning sex before having a nap then I can bet Raleigh has either been pushed/kicked out of bed forcefully onto the floor, punched somewhere usually the throat or his balls or Chuck has actively tried to smother him either with a pillow or just his own body. That and I’d put money on Raleigh taking great delight in coming back early from being outside maybe just taking max for a wee and putting his cold hands/feet against Chuck’s skin, and Chuck has just removed him not just from the bed but the entire room and left him out in the corridor until he’s ready to get up.

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[thedevilinherself]

Accused Ch.1

Ch.1 / Ch.2 / Ch.3 / Ch.4

You had been in the infirmary the day your whole world shattered into infinitesimal pieces. You were stocking the supplies, wanting to help Angela in any small way you could. You hadn’t expected the blond to round the corner as if death was on her heels. Hadn’t expected the deep set lines of fear that mard her beautiful visage. Hadn’t expected the words she breathed so frantically.

“Hanzo’s been arrested for murder.”

For all the gold in the world you wouldn’t have been able to recall what your answer was, what halls you had taken, how quickly you had rushed as your feet carried you as if through flight to the cell that held you dearest friend. The sight of him, hands cuffed behind his back, normal pristean appearance disheveled as he sat on the ratty cot, put a knife in your heart. Though even the concrete and steel that contained him could do nothing to defeat this monument of a man. But a dragon was never meant to be caged.

“Hanzo!” he seemed startled by your voice, as if reaching somewhere deep inside him. He met your gaze for a moment, absorbing all the fear and worry and pain he saw in them before he could no longer bare it. Turning away, he refused to meet your stare, disgusted that you would see him like this.

Feeling the knife driven deeper, you fought back the torrent of emotions that threatened to overtake you. Turning to one of the guards posted at the door, you did your best to keep your voice level.

“There must be some mistake. Agent Shimada couldn’t have possibly committed the murder. Let him go.” the other Agent regarded you with a somber sort of sympathy, but made no move to oblige.

“Ma’am. I can’t do that. We have witnesses that put him at the scene last night. They all agree that the killer that ran looked just like him.”

“Well they’re wrong-” But your rant was interrupted by a booming voice that reverberated off the halls.

“The fuck is this bullshit about? You can’t serious believe this shit!” You jumped as Jesse appeared in the doorway, form large and imposing as he nearly plowed through you in his rage. But as he became aware of you, he started, suddenly flustered and embarrassed for his previous language.

“Dear?” You knew your husband was a bit rough around the edges, but you were startled by this brass side of him, especially in comparison to the softer, affectionate side he took with you.

“Darlin? You’re here? Word really travels fast.” With an apologetic smile, he took you under his arm for a brief squeeze, laying a kiss on top of your head before moving into the room with you at his side. “Fret none, baby. Well get this cleared up. I’m not going to let them lock up an innocent man.”

Hanzo regarded your husband as if they were about to casually address some business of little importance. This laxed attitude put Jesse at ease, knowing there was only ever really danger if the archer showed concern.Turning back to the guards, the cowboy hollered out to them.

“Hey! Get these cuffs off him.” One of them opened their mouth to argue that it wasn’t protocol, but Jesse was having none of it. “For god's sake! How many times has he saved your life alone? Take these damn cuffs off already!” There was hesitance, but the guard obliged, Hanzo turning his back to you just long enough to have the binds removed before again addressing Jesse with a nod of appreciation, rubbing the red rings on his wrists. The cowboy smiled back brightly, chuckling at the sight of the yakuza air behind bars.

“Never thought I’d be the one havin’ to come to your rescue.” You weren’t sure if Jesse was actually taking the whole situation so lightly or if it was just a show to try and put you at ease, but it did little to quell your worry. “But we’ll clear this easy. You know we’ve got your back” He assured. “Where were you last night? If other people saw you out then they can’t say you were at the scene.”

“I was in my room, meditating.” He answered sternly, eyes locked on Jesse as the cowboy grimaced.

“Really buddy? Of all night to not have a life.” Muttering to himself, you could tell Jesse was annoyed by the man’s inconvenient alibi.

“It does not matter.” Hanzo interrupted, surprising the both of you as he looked away dismissively. “I am already guilty in the court of opinion. They will sentence me regardless.”

“What the hell? You sound like you’ve given up?” Throwing his hands in the air, Jesse was as incredulous as you felt, both regarding the man as if he had gone mad.

“Maybe this is my punishment for all the wrongs I have committed in my life.” He admitted reflectively, recalling all the great sins that had led him to this moment.

“Are you kidding me? That’s bullshit and you know it.” Jesse spat at the man before turning to briefly regard you. “Sorry, darlin.” You nodded understandingly, sharing his sentiment. “You’ve been my best friend for years. You were my best man at our wedding. You look after my wife while I’m on missions. You’ve stood by me through all the worse times. I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you. You’re a good man! So don’t give me that crap.” Hanzo spared the cowboy a withering look, as if warning him to back down.

“McCree. Everyone is already convinced of my guilt. I killed my own brother. It won’t be a far stretch for them to think I killed this man as well.”

“Damn it. You didn’t kill him! Stop acting like the trials already decided.” Recognising that he wasn’t going to get any further with the stubborn man, Jesse turned to leave. “I’m going to talk to Morrison. See if you can talk some sense into him, darlin.” You nodded as your husband slammed the door behind him, leaving you alone with the accused.

A silence filled the room as you failed to find the words to ask the many questions that twisted your mind, and him unable to look at you for fear you would see right through him. But as the minutes passed by, and the words that remained unspoken weighed on your chest till you couldn’t breath, you addressed him with the only words you were sure of.

“You can’t go through with this.” You didn’t miss the momentary flick of his eyes as he regarded you from his periferal. Nore the way his shoulders dropped as he let out the air he had trapped in his lungs.

“There is no other option.” You knew the man was stubborn, knew that once his mind was set on something, he refused to see reason even if smacked in the face with it. But now, with so much at stake, you wanted to hit him.

“I’ll tell them. I’ll clear it all up.” You spoke it like a threat, but there was no denying what the words were to you. Hope.

“You musn’t.” Finally his eyes met yours, his attention entirely yours as he regarded you sternly. But in those brown orbs you could see dismay.

“I can’t let them take you.” Spinning on your heals so fast you nearly fell over, you made to call the guards.

“No!” Like lightning, Hanzo’s arm shot through the bar, seizing your wrist. With a firm yank you crashed into the cell, the archers’ strong arm wrapping around to pin you in place and smother your mouth with his hand. “I will not have your honor tarnished. They can never know.” Your spiteful glare was dwarfed as his eyes captured yours, fiercely intense as he stares you down. “Swear to me! Swear you will tell no one.” With great effort you managed to pull his hand away just enough to answer him.

“I can’t-” Being this close, feeling his warmth, his smell, his arms around you, the tears finally broke free.

“You must swear that you will tell no living soul about last night.” His voice was firm, conveying an urgency that frightened you, but his touch was undeniably softer, sympathetic even as his arms encircled you.

“I can’t lose you.” Shaking your head vigorously, you turned as best you could to face him, hands clinging to any bit of him you could hold.

“I will return to you.” He promised, eyes closed as his forehead rested against yours. Seeing him now, it was clear that he was summoning all his will to remain strong. “Not the old gods nor the will of any man could keep me from you.” Before you could argue further, he took your lips, silencing you with his passion. Kissing him back, you pulled him as close as was physically possible, chest aching and fingers numb. On one cheek, you felt the warmth of his hand, on the other, the cold steel that separated you. As he pulled away, a horrid sob retched from your throat.

“I love you.” It was more of a plea, beseeching him to see reason, though you knew his mind was made.

“And I you.” The words were a promise, shared only between the two of you. Just as they always were. Eyes full of remorse, he regarded you in his last moment of freedom, wiping your tears away before addressing you sternly. “Now go. Your husband will need you.”

Turning his back to you, there was no room for argument, no alternative. He had decided the outcome. Biting back the urge to pull him close once more, you swallowed your tears. Your breath was shaky, but it was what you needed to quell your tremors, lifting your head and straightening your back as your turned and walked out the door. Jesse would need your calming manner before the day was done.

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