#I just feel so INSPIRED AND PUMPED.... I cant remember the last time I felt THIS happy bc of a show. augh :')

[r0-boat]

Why is all my smut like 7 pages long? I know the lines between paragraphs helps but still, let me sleep. Stupid horny brain. Also, Hi Ro, as per the discord submitting this for final horny judgement, if it sucks don’t post it cause it has not been proof read and I know I fucked up like 3 times somewhere but cba to fix it. Also, I would like praise cause I managed to spell synchronised correctly at 02:20 am, at the cost of old lady 2 finger typing cause I cant see letters anymore lol night night – Avena [♡] 

p.s. forgot to say Leon x reader fic don’t think theres trigger warnings needed but honestly I cant remember – tried to be gender neutral lmk if I fucked up anywhere 

To the outside world it seemed that Champion Leon had started to battle with newfound vigour, the previous tabloid rumours of his exhaustion of being champion were put to rest. In truth however, battling was the only thing he could focus on that kept you off his mind. The only problem was that it never lasted. 

The heat of the stadium lights, the roar of the crowd and the way Raihan kept him on his toes was making the aftermath almost too much to handle. Leon’s heart rate was sky high and he was shaking with the adrenaline, but seeing you in the stands with Hop and Sonia was the final straw. Standing naked under the shower in the sanctuary of the locker room he couldn’t stop himself, hand on his stiff cock and biting down on his knuckles to stop his sounds, he pumped himself hard and fast to the thought of you. Picturing your face as he had just seen it, a little purple crown face painted on your cheek and holding a clearly Hop-made sign with his name on it, desperately trying to cum before he had to go back out there and see you again, praying that this one would be enough so as he wouldn’t get hard again around you. 

He was lucky that you weren’t sitting with Hop before the match or the it’s likely that the whole battle would have gone a lot differently, he had thought the empty chair was odd but just assumed Mom couldn’t make it again. Besides, last time he had seen you at one of his matches was the last time he had battled Raihan, almost a year ago. The dragon type gym leader knew how Leon felt about you and decided to play dirty by personally inviting you to sit in the VIP section, Leon will admit though that however under handed it was the tactic still worked, he damn near lost that match. Chairman Rose had commended them both for such a dramatic match, talking about how inspiring it must have been for young trainers to see the undefeatable Leon so close to having no usable Pokémon, but all Leon remembered about that match was how good you looked in that outfit, how kissable your lips looked even from that distance. 

Needless to say, he was down bad. Frantically thrusting his hips in time with his hand, he imagined those lips again, plump and perfect, how soft they must feel and how good they would look wrapped around his thick length, picturing saliva dribbling down your chin uncontrollably as he uses a fistful of your hair to force you to take him deep, again and again. Finally hitting his peak, Leon stood motionless for a few seconds, eyes closed and panting, letting the water wash away all traces of his sin. 

Spending the rest of the evening with you, Hop and Sonia was fun but Arceus he was glad to be home. As much as he loved that you and Hop got along and as much as he loved Hop, Leon wished he would stop inviting you places where he knew Leon would be. Damn, maybe Hop wasn’t as clueless about Leon’s crush on you as he thought? Flopping onto his bed, exhausted from the day’s events he fell asleep quickly, hoping just once for dreamless sleep. 

***** 

Holding your wrists above your head with one hand he grabbed your thigh with the other, digging in his fingers and pulling you so your leg rested on his hip. Moaning at his actions you let your head fall back and he seized the opportunity to suck small hickeys onto your neck, nibbling as he went, all the time grinding his clothed cock against you. Your naked form shuddering underneath him as you called his name. 

“Please. Leon please.” Your voice like music to his ears. 

Growling and feeling his cock throb from within its confines he grabbed the lube from the bedside table, cracking the lid open with his teeth so as not to loosen his grip on your wrists. Smirking at your expression as he squeezed the bottle, angling it so the lube dripped directly onto your entrance, watching your hips flinch at every drip. Dropping the bottle onto an unoccupied section of the bed he let his fingers glide through the liquid coating them and making sure you were fully ready to take this one step further. 

Pushing the tip of one finger into you, he chuckled as he met little resistance, you were aching for him to go deeper and he was more than happy to indulge you. In little to no time, he was scissoring his fingers inside you, stretching you out wide and basking in all of your lewd sounds. On a split-second decision, without warning you, he pulled his fingers out of you to turn and find the lube again. Tutting at your impatience as you let out a loud whine at the loss of feeling. 

“Now, Now, Darling. Don’t be too upset, I’ll give you something better real soon. All you have do to is say the magic words for me. Can you do that?” Freeing his cock from his pants and squeezing out more lube, he began to pump his hand over his shaft making sure you could see. Slowly dragging his hand up and down making his length shiny with the slick liquid and watching your mouth water in anticipation. 

“Please, my Champion. Please. Fuck me! Let me take your cock!” 

Content with the answer given, he lined up his shaft with your entrance and plunged himself in, all the way until his hips met your warm thighs. Not expecting to take all of him so fast your head fell back mouth opened wide in a silent scream, before... 

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! 

Leon woke with a start to the sound of his rotom phone’s alarm. Swinging his arm out from under the covers with a little more force than was needed he tapped the screen to silence the alarm. Frustrated with having another dirty dream about you, and even more frustrated that it ended so abruptly, Leon shifted to sit over the side of his bed. Not needing to look to know he was rock hard once more. Sighing, he moved over to start the shower to rinse and repeat his usual process of fucking into his hand and pretending he was cumming on your face and not his bathroom wall. 

***** 

It had been a month since you came to his match and his thoughts about you still hadn’t changed, he dare say he’d gotten worse. Today he was due to meet Hop and, much to his chagrin, you for lunch at a café close to your apartment but neither of you were there yet and so he was left alone with his thoughts again. He had pulled up some old battle videos to watch while he waited, trying to look for things he could incorporate into a new strategy, but he was having trouble concentrating. He had woken up mid-dream again this morning and he was starting to feel a little bitter. They always stop right when he gets to fuck you properly and I was getting harder and harder to pretend his fist feels half as good as you would. 

Losing himself again in last night’s dream, you under the table of a booth in a café that looked eerily similar to the one he was in now, his cock in your mouth, you taking him deeper and deeper until he pulled you up by your hair, letting you go only to grab you by the hand to the café bathroom to fuck you against the closed door. 

Jolting back to reality as he hears the chair move beside him, wincing internally as he feels his cock strain against his pants, he looks up to see you smile at him as you sit. 

“Morning! You look like you had a rough night.” Looking around you puzzled, you spoke before he could deny your statement. “Where’s Hop, he said he was with you already?” 

“Huh?” Panicking that he’d forgotten Hop, Leon looked around before realising, he had a text from Hop saying he was with you.  

Telling you as such, you both began to panic slightly. The both of you calling Hop alternately only for him to send you both to voicemail. One cheeky text to Leon told you both all you needed to know, Hop wasn’t coming and likely never was. 

“Sorry, Big Bro. I forgot to tell you, I’m hanging out with Gloria and Victor today! I hope you and ___ have a great time on your date!” He read aloud to you, blushing and mentally preparing Hop’s untimely demise. 

Upon hearing this you laughed and Leon looked up to see you blushing too. 

“I’m so sorry, I can’t help but feel this is my fault” You started quietly giggling. “Hop has been trying to set me up with you for a few weeks now, I don’t know what’s gotten into him. I told him to stop watching trashy soap TV with Sonia but then I messed up and called you cute, which I should’ve known he’d take as a challenge” 

Listening to you wide eyed, you kept apologising but after a while all he heard was the fact that you thought he was cute. Maybe, he had a shot? 

“You think I’m cute!” Oh Arceus, he said that out loud.  

Panic rising as you giggled and hid your head in your hands. Your reply of “Yes” muffled in your embarrassment.  

After finally settling down from bouts of random giggles and texting Hop a very abrupt “You’re dead!” you both arranged his imaginary funeral and argued about how to divide his assets, agreeing finally that Leon could keep his games consoles as long as you could have that one game you liked and Gloria and Victor can fight over all the Leon merch and Pokémon plushies. You made plans for game night at Leon’s the next week, Hop was invited but neither of you were under the illusion he would actually show up.  

He laughed with you after that and the rest of your date passed by “normally”, you were friends after all. It was awkward to start but you both soon fell back into regular conversation, eating cake and drinking tea even if still blushing lightly. Though all the while, Leon was painfully aware of how oh so hard he was under the table, eyes glancing to the small piece of white cake icing stuck to the corner of your mouth, thinking how hot you would look if it were something else. 

***** 

Game night had arrived and Leon was nervous. He’d been texting you all week, just chatting. Both of you had seen Hop and spared his life for being so adorable. However, he couldn’t help but feel like it was only a matter of time before he fucked up and said something out loud that he shouldn’t. Although his thoughts about you got worse when you were gone, they were very much still present when he was with you.  

Answering the door, you exchanged pleasantries and opened the bottle of wine you brought with you as you sat on the couch waiting for Hop to text and bail on game night. Which he did promptly. Laughing again at his brother’s antics you both settled in for another bizarre date night, neither of you aware of the other’s feelings. 

Timing his joke just right, he made you laugh so hard you accidentally let your wine spill out of your mouth, laughing it off with you despite the fact seeing you like that made his cock jump. Not being able to stop himself he made a comment along the lines of too bad you didn’t do that last week, you could have gotten the icing that was stuck to your mouth, which got him lightly smacked as you realised embarrassed that it was there almost the whole time. 

“For Arceus’ sake Lee, do you know how embarrassed I was?! I went to the gym after our date to train my Dragonite with Rai and told him what Hop did and he spent the whole time laughing at me. Which by the way, still makes him a better friend than you because he told me I had something on my face!” Your pretend angry ranting dissolved into a blush and a small stutter as you carried on “Granted, the way he told me was rude but still!” 

Noticing the blush, he knew damn well what Raihan had said, but he had to play dumb. The glass of wine, while you both knew did nothing sobriety wise, giving him an excuse to be bold, he asked you to explain, desperate to hear you say it. 

“I’m pretty sure you can guess what he said, you don’t need me to say it” Your face bright red now, as you looked at him. 

“I’m afraid I don’t, I’ll have to hear it” grinning like a fool, not even attempting a poker face, he pressed you to say it. 

Giving in and half hiding your face, you muttered it, knowing Leon wouldn’t give in and just getting it over with. 

“He said ‘Well you must have had a fun time because there’s cum on your face’ there are you happy?” 

“Very” He laughed, deciding to be even bolder. Fuck it, if he lost you how would it be any worse that what he was going through anyway. If you felt the same then perfect. “You know, if you wanted I can always cum somewhere else this time” 

Snorting into your glass as you tried to take another sip of wine you flushed deeper; looking into his eyes. He caught you flick your eyes down to his lips before blinking to snap yourself out of your thoughts and looking back into his eyes. Smiling at you, he let you know that he saw. 

“You gonna just stare?” Fortune favours the bold he thought and winked. 

In a second, your lips crashed into his, hard as he fell back against the couch. Letting his empty wine glass fall to the floor he pulled you to straddle him, kissing you back just as forcefully. Letting his hands roam over your thighs to grab your ass, he bucked his hips into you, letting you finally see just how hard you made him.  

You broke the kiss to moan and he used the opportunity to kiss you again letting his tongue find its way into your mouth, dancing with yours. With your own wine glass forgotten, he felt you card a hand through his hair and tug lightly as his teeth nip your bottom lip. 

Gripping you firmly he stood, lifting you up with him to move you only for you to let go. Guiding you to the floor gently he pulls back, not sure what he’s expecting. 

“No. Here” Was your only reply as you push him back down onto the couch. Kneeling in front of him you reach to undo his pants, hesitating and looking to him for permission. He nods and you move to take him into your mouth.  

He pants as he finally feels you where he wants you, taking his length into your throat inch by inch until your nose is flush with his body. Feeling you grab his wrist he lets you guide his hand to your head and grasps your hair as instructed, controlling your movements. Bobbing your head at a speed he liked and hoping it wasn’t too rough. He felt you moan against him when he guided you to take him deeper and felt the pre-cum leak from his tip. Yanking you off him harsher than he meant to you looked into your eyes, hesitating for a second as he saw you stick out your tongue, some of his fluid resting there before you swallowed and it was gone.  

“I want to fuck you properly, that ok?” His voice quiet but thick with lust 

“Yes.” 

“Undress” At his command you removed your clothes at a slower speed than he would like but he watched patiently, cock standing proud against his abdomen as his gaze raked over you.  

When you had finished, he stood and walked over to get the lube from his drawer, just like in his dreams. Sitting back in front of you, still clothed with his cock free, he lubed his fingers and began to fist his length coating it well so it would still be wet when he’d prepped you. Beckoning you to straddle him again he put more lube on his fingers and set the bottle down. 

Playing with your opening, massaging the area, he began to push a finger slowly inside you, relishing in how tight you were compared to his fantasies. The first finger was inside quickly followed by the second as Leon fingered your hole open slowly. Kissing your neck and chest, and taking a nipple into his mouth to suck as he tried to get you as open as he could. 

Removing his mouth first then his fingers he grabbed both of your thighs again. Looking into your eyes and finding the permission he finally pulled you down onto his cock. Going slowly at first until, in your impatience, you dropped yourself down, taking as much of him as you could. Both of you stilled as you moaned aloud, focusing on breathing. Trying to get you to adjust quicker he took your other nipple into his mouth and began sucking and nibbling until you began to lift yourself off and back onto him gently. Moving a hand to your face he brought you in for a kiss, hips moving in tandem with yours. 

You move like this for a while picking up the pace as needed, him finding the spot inside you that made you see stars, both your kisses getting sloppier and hands wandering until finally you reach your high, fucking you through it until you’re done and almost overstimulated. 

“Where can I cum?” He asked, voice shaky as he drew closer to his own orgasm. 

“Inside?” You asked, in case he had other places he’d prefer. 

Not necessary it seemed as Leon didn’t need to be told twice. With his head laid back on the couch, trying to keep his eyes open to look at you and failing, he came. Painting your insides with his seed as you bounced on him for as long as it took him to come back down from his high. 

At last, you were both spent and collapsed on the couch in each other’s arms. A few more brief kisses exchanged before falling asleep to the sounds of your synchronised heartbeats. 

***** 

The next morning you see a text from the Dragon type leader which when opened read: 

“Hop said it was game night yesterday, where’d the champ cum this time ;)" 

OMG EHAT A MONSTER OF A FIC

Whatever you're taking can I please have some because I need whatever you did having to Crank out something like that.

Everything was amazing beautiful and unforgettable

And the pining is just *chefs kiss*

Do you have an AO3 or something that I can check out👀👀

#ro.chatting #smut #pokemon leon.thirst

[mirakumiruku]

One More Night

It has been exactly a month since my last fic and I’m back with more Enji. Inspired by a request from @dyceaverruncus​

Todoroki Enji x Male!Reader Word Count: 2.4k Contains: High school sweethearts, prospective pro heroes, homophobia as a plot point, anal, unprotected sex, jealousy, blackmail. Possibility for a sequel if I get the drive

It was a normal assignment, nothing shocking to the 1st year hero class: random pairs would be assigned, and the prospective heroes had to come up with a combination move. Something that utilized both of their quirks.

Your stomach dropped at the announcement of your partner, the teacher’s droning voice still ringing in your ears. “(L/N) and Todoroki.”

Enji Todoroki was nothing if not intimidating. He was all broad shoulders and sour faces and perfect grades, he had his sights set on number one, and he’d get there or die trying.

You considered yourself strong, at least. The ability to produce tornadoes was nothing to sneeze at. But you still cowered in your seat when Enji approached you. He sized you up with a discerning glare before letting out a sigh. 

“Try not to get in my way, yeah?”

You took that order to heart. You listened to every word he said, performing each movement and changing your form at his barked orders. It paid off, the flaming twister created by your combined efforts garnered awe from your peers.

Since then, Enji couldn’t seem to shake you.

For the remainder of your high school life, you had attached yourself to Enji’s side. First you were an annoying suckerfish, then a capable partner, then the unfortunate object of Enji’s affections. 

His first confession to you was awkward, late in your 2nd year. He had confronted you after an evening of studying with his ever-aggressive demeanor, and you worried in the pit of your stomach that you had done something wrong.

“(Y/N), I…” Enji crossed his arms, refusing to meet your eyes. “Listen, you’re really strong, and… it… I feel like…” He stumbled over his words, like the feelings he was intending to express simply weren’t in his vocabulary. He centered himself with a deep breath, finding the strength to meet your eyes. “You tell me first.”

“Huh?” Your brows furrowed together, and you gave your friend a quizzical look. 

“I know you feel the same way I do, right?” Enji’s cheekbones tinted a light red, “You… you feel like we should be… more than friends, right?” 

Realization washed over your face, and a million thoughts scrambled through your head. Enji swung that way? He knew you liked him? He liked you back? The answers could be seen in his eyes, you could almost see the tumultuous mix of fear, frustration, impatience fighting like waves in the oceans of his eyes.

Your lips quirked into a small smile, and you stepped closer. Your arms draped over Enji’s shoulders, and you pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “I love you too, Enji.” 

Those simple words opened a floodgate within him. Burly arms wound around your chest and held you close in a crushing grip, his face landed in your shoulder and you could feel the fabric of your shirt starting to wet with tears. 

You had both agreed to keep your relationship a secret until you both graduated and Enji was able to move out. Once you were able to, you’d rent an apartment together and apply to work at the same agencies.

It was smooth sailing after that. You both graduated with good grades, he was in the Big Three of course, how could he not be? You hadn’t been so lucky, but he promised to use the advantage to get you into the same agency. 

Your new apartment was cozy, a single bedroom in downtown Musutafu. Enji took over the cooking duties when you accidentally melted a plastic stirring spoon, and you were pleased with the development. It was your favorite when you’d wake in the morning to find him cooking in his pajama pants and an apron, scratches and bites from the night before visible on his back and neck.

“Have I ever told you how gorgeous you are?” You cooed, leaning upwards to kiss his cheek.

“Many times, yes.” He elbowed you in the side, but smiled, keeping his eyes on the eggs and bacon in the pan. 

You hummed, taking your seat at the kitchen table, hands inching towards your favorite camera. You’d had it since you were in U.A., and you’d taken countless pictures of Enji in all his glory. He would complain at your sentimentality, but never stopped you.

Click!

A photo churned out of the camera’s slot, and you let it develop before your eyes. Enji’s muscular back was gorgeous in the morning light, his skin marred by raised pink scratches and deep red bruises. 

“Do you really need a picture right now?” He grumbled, setting two plates on the table, then filling two mugs with coffee. He put cream and sugar in yours, preferring to take his own black. 

“Of course I do, I need to remember how breathtaking you are when you’re off being the number one hero.” You winked, snapping another picture when he took his apron off. You were met with an eye roll, but no further complaints.

•••

Life with Enji was a dream, but of course, you had to wake up at some point. 

It was your day off, and Enji arrived home early, clutching a magazine in his hand. He was never one to pay attention to the tabloids, so something was off for him to even acknowledge them.

Once the magazine was wordlessly dropped in front of you, it became clear why he had brought it home.

Hero Commission Cracks Down: “No Unnatural Conduct will be Tolerated!”

Following the reveal of a relationship between minor-league heroes Matterhorn and Watcher, a representative of the Hero Commission came forward at a press conference. He stated that the Commission “does not endorse this form of relation”, and will be “conducting investigations into those suspected of unnatural conduct”. When asked for further comment, the representative claimed that the Hero Commission already suspects certain small-time heroes of unsavory activities, and they are “concerned for the image of heroes as a whole”. Any heroes found to be setting a bad example are to have their licenses revoked until they go through rehabilitation.

When you finished reading, you gave Enji a quizzical look, and he sighed. “I don’t think we should continue with this.”

“Really? I know we’ve been wanting to be heroes forever, but… you’re just ready to throw us out?” 

“No, I’m not saying that. I don’t want to, but it’s probably best for us to part ways.”

Your eyes turned wide and watery as you stood, pulling Enji down so you could sob into his shoulder. “Can we… can we just have one more night? Please?”

“...fine. One night. But then… one of us will have to start packing. I don’t want either of our futures ruined over this.”

The rest of the evening was tense. You ordered takeout and cuddled up on the couch to see what was on TV, but nearly every news channel was covering the announcement from the commission. There were pictures of the pair of heroes, crying as they publicly said goodbye to each other. You knew this was why Enji wanted to leave, he wouldn’t be able to bounce back from humiliation like this.

Normally Enji would sleep near the middle of the bed, warming the blankets around him. Tonight he stayed firmly on his side, leaving you shivering under the covers. You sighed and rolled over, snuggling up to your soon-to-be ex. 

“Enji, please… if we have one more night, let’s at least enjoy it.” 

There was a quiet grunt as he reached for the nightstand, retrieving a familiar bottle and placing it in your hand. Usually he’d give you a hand in preparing yourself, but it seemed like tonight he wasn’t in the mood. 

You were quick in your preparations; slicking up one finger and pressing it into your hole, then two, then three. Three of your fingers were about as thick as just one of Enji’s, but you didn’t mind a stretch.

Once you felt you were ready, you patted Enji’s shoulder with your clean hand, and he rolled onto his back. The tent that had formed under the blankets made it clear that he had been preparing himself too.

You hummed as you ran your tongue along the underside of Enji’s cock, then coated it generously with lube. He was huge, you still weren’t quite used to it. You doubted you could find any toy that matched up. 

The lights were off, so you couldn’t see Enji’s intense turquoise eyes like you wanted. You tried to imagine them. Were they full of love? Regret? Sadness? Was he angry, or reluctant, or just blank? You wished you could tell what he was thinking, but all you could do was position your entrance upon the head of his cock.

You lowered yourself down with gentle movements, your own cock bouncing as you slowly wiggled your hips down, and you let out a pleased sigh when you took him to the hilt, Enji letting out his own low growl.

It took you a few minutes to situate yourself to the stretch. No matter how many times you did this, you never got used to it, though you supposed you’d never have the chance to anyway. 

Finally, your hips began to move. Slow, shallow movements where you lifted your hips a few inches or so before lowering yourself down. One of Enji’s large hands came to rest on your hip, the other wrapping around your cock to pump it in time with your movements. 

Your hands came to rest on the firm chest below you, and for a moment everything was as it should be. Nothing else in the world existed, just the two of you, and the spark between your hearts. Enji tried to guard his own feelings, but you knew he felt the connection too. You knew he didn’t want to leave you, but he had no other choice. This was his future on the line. 

As you began to move faster, sending Enji’s cock deeper, your noises of pleasure grew in volume and frequency. You bit down on your hand to keep yourself quiet, you couldn’t let the neighbors hear, especially not now. 

Enji was having a difficult time containing himself too, low grunts rumbling through his chest while his hips canted up to meet your own. He was beautiful. Even if you couldn’t see him, just feeling and hearing and loving, he was beautiful.

You came undone much quicker than you would’ve liked, your seed splattering on Enji’s chest. You wanted so badly to see it, how gorgeous he was painted in your cum, but you’d seen it many times before. You even had a few pictures, wanting to preserve your work of art. 

Enji had a lot more stamina than you, continuing to move you by his grip on your waist even when you tired yourself out. This was something you couldn’t get with a toy, nor with anyone besides him. The strong, warm hands encompassing your waist, calloused fingertips digging into the delicate skin there while he brought himself to his own edge.

Normally he would pull himself out, let loose on your stomach or onto the sheets, but this time he stayed inside. You could feel his warmth filling you, making your stomach feel heavy and satisfied. 

“I love you, Enji. You whispered, leaning down to peck his lips. He was never one for words of affection, so it didn’t surprise you when he didn’t reply.

But you wished he would, just this once. 

•••

The next day, your agency had a meeting regarding the announcement from the day prior. Unnatural conduct was reason for termination, and anyone that correctly reported an offender would receive a bonus that month.

After work, Enji was quick to pull the moving boxes from the closet, having saved them since the two of you moved in together. You approached him as he sat to start packing his books, giving him a light tap on the shoulder.

“Enji, I…” You took a deep breath to steady yourself before looking back down. “I want you to promise me something, okay?” When you were met with an affirmative grunt, you continued. “Please don’t move on. I still love you, so so much, and… I can’t bear the thought of losing you.” You knelt beside him, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Save yourself for me, so we can be together when this is over.”

“...I can’t make any promises. I want to keep suspicion off myself.”

You figured he’d say that, and you let out a sigh as you fished a picture from your pocket. It was a photo of him, gazing up at you with a soft smile, face covered in your cum and your cock still resting against his cheek. You held it up for him to see, the fear in his eyes not going unnoticed.

“If you don’t, I can’t make any promises either, that this won’t get leaked anonymously.” Your hand came to rest on his shoulder, and you planted a light kiss on his cheek. “I have plenty more. I doubt you’d want any getting released.”

“I’ll… I’ll do my best, alright?” His face blushed bright red, and he averted his eyes from the picture.

“Just keep it in mind.” You petted a hand through his hair, kissing the top of his head as you stood. “I have a night shift, I’ll be back in the morning… I love you, Enji.”

You didn’t hear an ‘I love you too’, but you didn’t expect it either. The photo stayed in your pocket as you left the apartment, taking the familiar route to your agency.

Weeks, months, years passed. The panic over ‘perverted’ heroes had washed over, but many of the policies still stayed. Your photos of Enji remained in a yellow envelope, tucked away in a box with a few other keepsakes. 

At least, until the latest news broke. Major-league hero Endeavor was engaged. Rei, she was pretty, she seemed to complement Enji well, in both appearance, demeanor, and quirk.

But just like he didn’t make a promise, you didn’t make one either.

The news broke the next day: leaked nude photos of Endeavor, the tabloids showed the tamer ones, but described others. Pictures of him with semen on his face and chest, of him with another man whose face had been cut out of the photo with scissors. 

If he was going to break your heart, there was no reason you shouldn’t break his.

#enji todoroki #todoroki enji #endeavor #endeavor x reader #endeavor x reader smut #enji todoroki x reader #todoroki enji x reader #bnha x reader #bnha x male reader #male reader

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Written in the stars Chapter One

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Freya Jane armstrong was huge fan of the Hobbit and the author J.R.R Tolkien she had everything of his from his famous writings such as THE LORD OF THE RINGS to THE HOBBIT. Freya became intrigued by the way he created such worlds. And this inspired her even more as she had began to write a Throin fanfiction as he was by far her favourite clearly.... because it was played by her idol ACTOR RICHARD ARMITAGE.

Freya was sat on her couch reading the book of the Hobbit when the itv news came on. And her head instantly jerked up when she heard that there was to be a premiere of the first part of Peter Jackson's trilogy. Richard had spent 18 months, in New Zealand, now he was returning to the place where he trained as an actor. She watched intensely as the news presenter then broke that a member of the royal family would coming, Freya had an idea of who that could be .... HRH THE DUKE OF CAMBRIDGE PRINCE WILLIAM Freya Jane was excited at the prospect of seeing the prince at the premiere because she loved him and Catherine eversince their wedding, in 2011. Now it was 2012 and it seemed that the duchess of Cambridge wouldnt be able to make it because she found out she was pregnant with her first child.

So, it was just going to be Prince William meet king the on screen dwarf prince of Erebour THROIN OAKENSHIELD.

Freya logged onto the one ring net where she had to answer a few questions based on the film. Freya thought " this will be easy just a couple of questions"? As she went though the questionnaire of the Hobbit she preyed to god that shes girl all of them right.

" what's the name of bilbos mother"?

Instantly freya pressed Belladonna took baggins.

And as she went though them she felt the dreaded feeling that she might have her Hope's dashed just as easy.

By now Freya Jane waited  for the conclusion of the test. Instantly popped up an email in her inbox saying that she had won one ticket to the THE HOBBIT: UNEXPECTED JOURNEY ROYAL PREMIERE the fact that it was royal made it all the more special for Freya.

The date was announced as December 12th 2012 at 7.30pm.

Freya has now got the chance to meet Actor Richard Armitage.

Everytime she dreamt of him she grew needy for him almost hungry for him.

Freya Jane was only 29 at this point she knew that if she was to find her soulmate at the premiere (highly unlikely) then she knew it was for good and for keeps. She had never had an interaction with Richard armitage except for this.

PREMIERE NIGHT

It was the day of the premiere and Freya had everything ready but she had her head full of him .... her idol Richard Armitage. She secretly dreamt of him last night .... seeing him for first time she dreamt of him .... half naked. His biceps rippling as he stood at the Kitchen Counter this made her instantly turn on. But as soon she woke up she saw him again lying next to her ... in her bed. Smiling at herself she sleepily rubbed her eyes and went into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. Ollie and Poppy were coming today they weren't Tolkienrians like she was .... she loved everything to do with his world how he came up with the Shire and the Middle - Earth land of Erebour.

It intrigued her to find more it intrigued to read a lot of more of Tolkien. She followed Richard on Instagram but sadly he never got chance to reply.

So remember him she read the short stories as well as The Hobbit of Tolkien's work. She explored the ideas of his so she could do rejoin the ideas together to recreate her own story of The Hobbit.

She imagined a world that was fair and kind though perhaps not to the elevan King ..... King Thundrail. She was squealing inwardly at the sight of Richard Armitage standing there in front of her.

It was 12.00 when poppy and Ollie arrived to spend their christmas with Freya Jane (as they usually did) . Freya answered the intercom. " hey you too ... come on up"! Said Freya happily.

Poppy was bouncing up the stairs and greeted her best friend with a hug Freya Jane reciprocated and gave her the biggest hug back. " Boy am I glad you're here"! Breathes Freya! Poppy looked on puzzled at Freya and questions her.

" why? How come"? Asks Poppy quizically

Freya answered " I'm finally going to meet him Richard Armitage"! Bursting into laughter Poppy rolled her eyes. Poppy responded " Jesus no you haven't"! Freya nodded smiling.

" yes I have I won a ticket"! Responded Freya happily. Poppy nods " oh I see .... have you decided on your costume for the evening"? Freya nodded viciously and repiled " yes I have it came a few a days ago ooh its beautiful"!

Freya Jane lead poppy into her bedroom where she opened her wardrobe up to reveal a dress bag bringing it out she held it up and unzipped it so Poppy could see the dress.

" I'm wearing this tonight"! Poppy repiled " yes but arent you a bit covered up"? Freyas mouth fell open she felt her heart hard against her chest, "oh please popp! Don't spoil it"! Ollie walks into the spare bedroom net door and popped the cases inside coming out he shut the door behind him sneaking his head around the door seeing the dress that Freya Jane was going to be wearing tonight.

" Oi you .... girls only zone"! Laughs Poppy.

Freya shook her head at them and responded " the more opinion I have on this the better ... what do you think Ollie"?

Ollie answered freely....

" I think you'll look beautiful in whatever costume that is"!

Freya laughed " Thanks for that Ollie b...but shouldn't you be saying to popp"!

Freya hung the dress up on the wardrobe door ready for a bit later. " omg I cant believe I'm going to meet him tonight"! Thought Freya Jane. She asked Poppy to braid her hair. And she gladly repiled and started by brushing it.

" you know I'm not a fan of Tolkien right! But I'm glad your achieving your dream of meeting your prince charming"! Said Poppy as she brushed freyas long ginger hair.

" by Prince Charming I take it you mean Richard"! Sais freya slowly declining her head.

" exactly"! Spoke poppy in short.

Freya Jane repiled " I want my makeup to be minimal"!

Poppy questioned it " but why? You want Richard to fall completely in love with you don't you"?

Freya nods ....

" well yeah course I do .... but he may already have a girlfriend"!

" Tosh"! Responded Poppy frowning.

Suddenly it came for big moment to get the dress on, poppy helped her into it and she slipped into her black pumps on. She didnt want to be dwarfed by Richard.

" You more elevan"! Sighs poppy standing back.

Chuckling Freya Jane responded " Very Funny"!

Poppy slowly opened the bedroom door to slowly reveal a beautiful dwarf Queen under the mountain.

Ollie was shocked at the sight of her standing there in that the gown ahead of the premiere.

" beautiful Freya"! Nodded Ollie smiling.

Just as Poppy sat down freyas intercom buzzed it was 5.30PM.

" hello who is this"? Asks poppy.

The voice answered " my Name is Tom madam driver to Mr Armitage"!

Poppy shoots a look at Freya mouth wide open. 

" who is it"? Asked Freya.

Poppy answered " he says hes name is Tom driver of Mr Armitage"!!

Freya shook her head " press the button"!

Poppy pressed the button to let the driver up.

Tom approached Freya's door,

Poppy said " so you're Tom! Driver to Richard Armitage"!

Tom nodded and smiled at her.

Freya appeared

" hello Tom! What can I do for you"? Questions Freya smiling.

Tom answered " Are you Miss Armstrong"?

Freya nods

" yes I am why"? Asks freya.

Tom answered (coughing) " hum! Excuse me but Mr Armitage would very much requests you as his plus one accompany him to the premiere"!

Freyas eyes widened ....

" I beg your pardon! ..... He wants me to accompany to the premiere"! Said Freya laughing.

Tom nodded " yes madam! He'd very much like your Company"!

Freya repiled " at what time"?

Tom answered " 7.00 on the dot madam goodevening"!

With that Tom was gone and left Freya Jane drumstuck on the doorstep in perfectly white Queen Under the Mountain gown with Cape.

Turning around to face Poppy and Ollie she said laughing " did that really just happen"? Pointing back at the door.

Poppy chuckled at her friend, " yeah I would certainly say that just happened"!

Suddenly it hit her (Freya Jane) that she was going to accompany her idol to the premiere of the first part of the trilogy The Hobbit: a unexpected journey it felt an entire lifetime that shed been dreaming of this moment .... to beside him.

~~~ 2 hours later ~~~

Freya was walking around feeling her stomach churning inside she tried desperately not to scream. She did not sit down thinking she crease the dress train. " omg omg Richard's coming"! Freya knew she was fangirling over him his warm lean body so intensely close to hers. She felt herself go on, " oh god no not now not right now"! Thought Freya Jane Poppy noticed her blushing she knew that feeling. " omg your swooning over him so badly that your litterly wetting yourself"! Freya knew she was damp down there, she bit her bottom lip, to stop the intense feeling surging though the heat raising in her core .... for him. suddenly the buzzer went Poppy rushed out onto the balcony, " oh my G..god"! Richard pressed Freya's intercom. Freya stopped swooning and fangirling instantly then ......

(Knock *knock)

poppy burst past Freya and opened the door to reveal a tall dark haired man about 6'2 wearing a tuxedo. " You must Richard Armitage"? inquired Poppy smiling, Richard smiled " yes I am.... is Miss Armstrong here I was told this is her house"! Poppy turned to face her, " Freya my lady! prince charming is here"? freya blushed red at Poppy embarrassing  her in front of him, Richard saw her his mouth opened slightly " wow ... you look stunning"! Complmented Richard. Freya blushed again, " thankyou"! She repiled quietly. Richard turns to the side and repiled " Shall we my lady"? Happily freya slips her arm though his and they started to walk down the hall together.

" Hum! Out of interest... why did you choose me to accompany you"? Freya asked.

Richard answered " because I saw your Instagram and how dedicated you are to Tolkien ... you are beautiful"!

Freya choked out " oh well .... I'm not really it's just this costume that's done the trick"!

Richard shook his head smiling down at her " Nonsense Miss Armstrong you are truly beautiful if I may say so"!

Freya Jane disnt try and persuade him otherwise this time. She smiled widely " thankyou again Richard or is it Throin now"?

Richard chuckled at her statement and responded " it's Richard! I'll take the Prince Charming bit if you like"!

Before long they were walking downstairs her bounced she stepped lightly down the steps trying hard not to trip.

They got to the bottom step and everything seemed fine, Freya smiled fondly up at Richard, lead to the waiting car which was being chufer driven .... by Tom.

" my lady! Said Richard smiling, as he held the Cape train as Freya climbed in, she fastened herself in, Richard meanwhile was carefully placing the cape train next to her. Carefully shutting the door, Richard walked around to his side. The cold night air blew in briefly as Richard bent himself in, freya smiled but perhaps as a mistake .... let out a giggle.

" I'm sorry its just the way you had bend yourself in then it was like you were a contourist or something"! Giggles Freya.

Richard places his hand on his heart and said " it was my fault I grew so tall but it was partly my mums you see she kept feeding veggies so that's why I'm so tall"! Responded Richard with teasing smile. Freya looks at him aghast and responded " how can you blame your mum? Shes lovely .... I haven't met her yet... but I'm assuming shes lovely if your anything to go by"!

Richard smiled again chuckling thinking " God this young woman is beautiful... how can she not have a romantic love interest .... please let it be shes single .... shes the one the heavenly angel I've been waiting for ....the rose I've been waiting to see"! .

Richard's heart was beating thick against his chest, pounding as if it were a war drum like in a battle he just felt his chest get tighter every second they drew close to getting nearer each other.

Freya Jane looks over at Richard and asks " you must be looking foward ... to this"!

Disturbing Richard from his solitary reverie he shot his head her way shaking it.

" Pardon? What was the question"? Asks Richard sweetly.

Freya chuckled " hehe! Oh Richard your so cute! Her brain thought " whoops perhaps I shouldn't have said that"! I said you must be looking foward ...to this the premiere"!

Richard nods and smiles " I'm sorry I was distracted by you and how beautiful you are"! He admitted then thought " My God could it be possible .... am I really in love with this truly beautiful jewl"! Freya giggled " what's the matter"? Concern etched on her face, you arent nervous are you"? She asks patiently. She could never get tired of looking at that beautiful handsome clean shaven face with that glittering white smile.

Richard shook his head and repiled " good heavens no I'm not nervous! I've done it thousand times before"!

Instinct kicked in, and Richard felt his right hand wonder a little over to Freya's left, freya felt his warm hand touch her fingers, she gripped them lightly Richard looks intensely at her, Freya thought "omg omg I'm actually holding his hand"! Her hand shook slightly she took hold of his in hers. Richard's own thumb cressed her own small thin thumb. She couldn't stop smiling at him.

" Right we're here .... come on! Are you okay with the flashing cameras"? Asked Richard goncern etched in his deep blue eyes shining brightly as he went to go to her side. He opened the door for her he held his hand for her to take. "Come my lady"! Said a smiling Richard as he showed her arm. She gratefully took his arm and gave him a wide smile her white teeny beaming up at him.

They slowly proceeded up the Green carpet together she was vip badge which meant she could walk in with Richard on her arm, Richard and Freya Jane stopped to have their photo taken all the time Richard gently squeezing freyas hand as she got nervous at the press attention.

" oh look theres Sir Ian and Martin"! Pointed out Richard showing her to them. " hello Richard mate and who is this beauty"? Martin asked looking directly at Freya Jane. Richard coughed " oh hum! Martin this is Freya Jane my plus one this evening Freya this Martin and Sir Ian"! Freya freely shook their hands " it's a pleasure to finally meet you"! Looking at martin she said " although I get the feeling you shouldn't be here Dr Watson"! Martin laughed " ah you know Sherlock Holmes then with Cumberbatch as well ... hes around her somewhere I'm sure you'll come across him"! Sir Ian carried on chatting on with Freya.

" you look absolutely beautiful my dear"! Complemented Sir Ian. Freya gave a nervous giggle " oh no Sir Ian I'm not really the shining star....this is Richard's night I'm merely his support"! She confessed shyly.

Richard was off signing autographs and chatting with fans and taking selfies of which she didnt want to part of. She continued chatting to Sir Ian " how are you feeling about meeting The Duke of Cambridge"? She asked innocently. Sir Ian laughed " oh well I've met the Queen so her grandson shouldn't be too much of a problem"!

Freya Jane quickly said " oh I see! Is that when you were knighted"? Sir ian mckellen nodded and answers shortly " yes my dear it was"!

A second or two later Lee Pace An American actor appeared Spotting Richard he made a be line for him, " hey ya buddy! How are you this evening"? Asked Lee at his friend and co - star Richard freyas date.

" I'm well thankyou Lee! Have you met my plus one this evening"? Lee's eyes widened in anticipation " heaven's a plus one! Where is she then"? Richard spun around to pointed toward her standing there Freya never caught Lee admiring her, " Lord! Richard shes goregous"! Complimented Lee, Richard gave a short laugh .....

" thanks but I'm warning you keep your elvish fingers off her shes my Queen ... not yours"! Said Richard in a Throin like voice. It went on for a about an hour. Freya turned her head then she saw them .... Richards parents Mr and Mrs Armitage that's what she'd always call me because she disnt know them in person. As they made their way up the green carpet Freya gave Chris Armitage Richard's eldest brother a small smile. Chris had heard that his younger brother was bringing someone to the premiere but never did he Imgaine she would be .... that beautiful. She gave him a small wave and mouthed " hi"! He mouthed back smiling at her knowing his brother was a real gentleman when it came to choosing his women. " hello"! He mouths back reciprocated with a small wave. Chris's wife came over to stand to next to Freya Jane in her white Queen like Gown for the evening. " hello you must be Freya Jane oh my brother in law has told us all about you .... he speaks so highly of you he says " you're very beautiful"! She quoted him.

Freya Jane shook her head " oh no Richard's overreacting I'm not beautiful .... I'm advantage young girl from lincoln originally"! The young ish woman looked at her and taking a step back she said " oh no! Rich is completely right you are a beauty"! Freya giggled " Thankyou"!

" Aren't you going to meet the crowd Freya"? Asked Ava chris 's wife concerned she'd miss out, " oh no this is Richard's night I don't want or wish to take the light off him"! Just a little while later Richard returned to Freya's side. Planting a kiss on her cheek and offering her his arm again she smiles and accepts. " hello Ava! How are you sister"? Asked Richard smiling giving her a tender kiss on the cheek. Ava answers " I'm alright Richard! You just look after this young lady shes going to need you"! Ava instructed her young brother in law.

Chris came over , panting Richard on the back " hello little brother congratulations on this you've done a cracking job ...well done"! Clapped chris. " Thankyou big brother! However I cant take all the credit"! Freya giggled " yes you can Richard! You play a brilliant Throin a better one then in the book"! Richard slid his hand around freyas waist forgetting that she has a very long train. " sorry"! He whispered in her ear, then came to the most important people in Richard's life besides Freya .... his parents ..... Mr and Mrs Armitage.

" hello mum, dad may I introduce Freya Jane Armstrong isnt she a beauty"! Richard winked at her Freya laughed. By this time Mr Armitage came foward and shook her hand .... " nice to meet you Freya your looking incredible this evening"!

Freya laughed shortly " thankyou! Mr Armitage its erm supposed to be the Queen under the Mountain but it's more elvish looking"! Richard's dad smiled warmly and responded " oh no my dear! Call me John! And that over there is my wife Margaret"! Mrs Armitage turned as she heard her name mentioned by her husband, " Margaret darling! This is Freya Jane our son's plus one for the evening"! Margaret shook freyas hand and kissed her on both cheeks " I'm very pleased to meet you Freya Jane your looking incredible better than me"!

" rubbish Mrs Armitage you look amazing! What a star you've raised as a son you must be the proudest mum in Leciester"! Margaret smiled incredulously at Freya observation " yes I am incredibly proud! Though it nearly killed me to get him into drama school"! Freya giggled " oh I know the feeling ... my mum Jane practically had bankrupt herself to put me on the course I was studying at the time before I moved here that is"! Margaret instantly liked her. John was takking with his younger son. " my congratulations son incredible job .... shes a beauty"! Commented John smiling. Richard looked over at Freya who was still chatting with Margaret"! Freya looked around armitage Clan, " excuse me Margaret! Sorry mrs armitage where's the little Guy"? Margaret laughed affectionately and said " please call me Margaret! Abe is staying with friends up in leciester he wanted to sit this out ... bless him"! Freya nodded simply.

" and just what are you and my mum plotting"? Asks Richard playfully at Freya as he bent to carry her train over his arm. " you really don't have to ... I'll walk with it honestly its fine"! Richard chuckles " no allow me! I do not want you tripping"! Freya rubbed his back gently with a affectionate rub on the back. He tried hard to arch bsck into it.

Just then came Peter Jackson and his daughter Katie who stars in the film, " hello again Mr and mrs armitage"! Said the director, john and Margaret greeted him with fond affection they first met him when they went over to New Zealand to see Richard shoot.

" I'm so interested in Tolkien's world! I love him I've read practically everything of his"! She laughed with ava Richard's  sister in law, all the stars had made their way to the theatre with their families, even grahame McTavish brought his little girl with him, even she was a big fan of Richard.

As they made their way up to the theatre Grahame's little girl spotted Richard and gave over and hugged his legs. " hello Richard"! Said the little girl about 8 years old.

Richard looked down at the little girl, she looked up at him and giggled " I thought you were a dwarf"! Laughed Daisy.

Richard smiled and bent down to her level, he held his arms out to give Daisy a hug, " I am in the film though"! Daisy pulls back laughing and joking " your like the giant in Jack in the beanstalk"! Richard chuckles " ooh bless you! I bet you cant wait to see silly daddy on the big screen"! She laughs at him. Graham McTavish, valls daisy back, " come on now you leave Richard to it"! Graham laughs, Richard gently rubbed daisy's arm. Getting hold of Daisy's hand Graham followed Richard into the auditorium. Daisy was scared of the dark.

" Daddy! I'm scared"! Admitted Daisy shaking, Richard turned back put out his hand, " daisy bab! Come on walk in with me I wont let the orcs hurt you I promise you"!

Daisy ran foward taking hold of Richard's warm right hand. He held tight as he and Freya descended down the low steps to the front of the auditorium, Margaret was struggling to see the steps even though it was dimly lit. Freya let go of her plus ones arm and turned to see Margaret above her on the step above her.

" Come here Margaret! Give me your hand"! Says Freya. Margaret reached out for the young woman's hand, " are you alright love"? Asked her husband John concerned for his wife, Margaret repiled " I'll be fine Freya'll help me won't you"? Questions Margaret, freya Jane smiles " yes I.wont let you fall, " being old comes at a Price Freya hehe"! Freya shrugged it off and repiled " stop it! Your not old your as young as you feel"! Margaret laughed " ooh if only that were true"! They continued down the last few steps to the bottom, as Freya gently guides Margaret to her seat between Richard John one side and Margaret on the other.

" ooh freya I think this is your seat"! Said Margaret smiling. Freya insisted " no you should be by your son! I'll sit next to you besides I can see him from there anyway"! Margaret waited as Freya flipped the seat downward for her. " Thankyou Freya Jane"! She took the seat next to Margaret.

Surprisingly Margaret quite enjoyed the Company of the young woman as did Richards dad John. Everyone was getting settled ready for the movie to start when they heard screams and cheers from the crowd. Freya thought "Prince William"! . She'd be right because he was here, as he made his way into the auditorium everyone settled. The movie started.

~~~ Three hours later ~~~

The film had finished and everyone stood up to applaud the cast, and crew. Richard was taken aback completely by Freya's costume he only wished he could kiss her, during the break Freya stayed seated talking freely with Ava and Chris Richard's brother.

" I can see my brother's deeply in love with you"! Commented Chris. Making freya Jane blush, ava smiled " yes I think so too"! She reciprocated to her husband's comment. Just then Richard returned and back down ready to watch the rest of the movie, taking freyas hand he gently entwined his fingers though hers. " There that's a lot better"! Laughed Richard.

The movie started again it was the concluding part of the Hobbit where Throin and bilbo see the Mountain from the Carrock. " oh dear god! This is scene always makes me cry"! Whispered Freya in undertone. Richard looked puzzled at her, " why my angel Throins alive isn't he"? Questioned Richard, freya Jane answered " yeah only just .... though"! Lee pace watched on seeing his friend so in love made Lee really jealous because Freya was so beautiful. It was at this point that Richard took her hand and kissed the back of it. She smiled affectionately at him.

The movie restarts.....

The eagles start to carry them down to the Carrock where Throin is lain injuried Freya Jane felt a tear run down her cheek, Margaret passed her a tissue from her black clutch. " Thankyou Margaret"! Responded Freya, Gandalf comes in and brings Throin back to life, with this .... freya Jane breathes a sigh of emotional relief.

" thankgod for Gandalf"! She breathed Richard looking at her momentarily smiling taking her hand and kissed it.

The film ended with Bilbo saying " is that what I think it is"!

Throin smiled ... " our home"!

Freya smiled at Richard as if she'd have him the world. He stood to get hold of her hand holding it she pulled herself up from the chair.

The security lead them out of a private doorway to the stage where it was situated you could see for miles across London.

Richard snapped up the chance of asking Peter Jackson whether Freya Jane could be on the stage platform with him. Peter agrees ....

" yeah course bring her on ... I'll introduce as a new character ... Richard interjected " she insists she not an elf by the way"! Peter laughed.

Richard smiled and turned to walk back to take freyas arm ready to walk out onto the balcony with him. He was so excited to let the world know he had a date for the evening he was really keen to get know her over a few drinks.

" what's going on"? Asks freya Jane worriedly

" Peter wants you to come out with me"! Says Richard sweetly smiling. Freya Jane smiled she took her hand.

She squeezed his hand and they were called out one by one.

The last two was Richard and Freya.

" Please welcome the leader of the Company..... Throin Oakenshield and his plus one Freya Jane. She gripped her dress at the side and walked out beside Richard. They both were beaming at each other she put her up her right hand and waved out toward the crowd below them.

All the cast waving and laughing with each other. Peter gave one of them one of the cast the chance to explain what it meant to them to be bringing it home to London.

Richard kisses her head and left her side as he picked up the mantle and spoke about how much it meant to him to being it back to London.

As he spoke... Freya Jane felt a strange feeling that she regnoised as a need for him. She had for so long not wanted anyone but she knew she couldn't shake it off.

After the long awaited appearance on the balcony window the Cast and Crew made their way to the awaiting cars to transport them to the hotel for the afterparty of the premiere.  As they headed out into the cold winter air Freya clutched at her cloak to keep her warm, Richard grabbed her and wrapped her arm around her waist and lead to the car.

" are you feeling okay"? Asked Richard smiling down at her,  Freya Jane smiled " of course I am!!! Just cold"! Repiled she, as if he spare her the cold whether. Richard took off his jacket placed around her shoulders, they were walking arm in arm down the steps when John Richard's dad turns round and sees his younger son laughing and giggling with Freya.

" no I'm fine honestly"! Protested freya but Richard could see that she wasn't. " no I'm afraid I have to insist"! He responded to her protest, slipping his jacket off he placed it around her shoulders.

Richard quickly goes to stand to shield her from the media cameras as he unclips the Cape train that was clipped around her shoulders.

Freya watched on as Richard made quick work of the ties. And then he carried over his arm.

Lee Pace walked past with hands in pockets.

" oh my! Richard what a gentleman"! Lee smirked. Richard smirked at his co star ... " thank you for that mate"!

[stevecoleridge-posts]

Day 6 ..Friday          Struggling .. which is why i did nt see the news or spend time on Social Media yesterday..          I thought it would be a breeze and after a little concentration id have it down .. but no , even the first part…known as lumpedy lump was proving tough , because of the triplet  walk up from the V to the 1.. and i think thats the part Jimmy Reed himself is playing…   If you ve read previous episodes you will know i refer to Honest I Do….the song.   Im learning it on a You Tube lesson , now a lot of people who think of themselves as pros , seem to think there s some sort  of stigma ro learning stuff on You Tube, but i know a French guy , of Spanish descent , who is a really hot Flamenco guitarist who has mastered nearly all the Palos , and all on You Tube  They are right, if you dedicate yourself to different songs at the same time, but it s like working form home…you need time and discipline ..and take the lessons very slowly and don’t move on till you can play it 20 times with your eyes shut..preferably standing up .. then move on up. Yesterday  was the first time i managed to do this.   There is a different tone on Social media today .. angrier , more prone to blame others, more censorious…and on one group forum i saw they were going to ban Humour..well , i don’t personally know the Group leader.. but it does nt take much imagination to know she s not someone you d want to be quarantined with.    The only thing to fear is fear itself.. well i certainly don’t think that applies in this situation, quite the reverse, the more frightened we are the less we will venture forth on errands that are not strictly necessary..i was on my way out the door , literally, when my mobile rang…it was the charming woman from the bank.. she d got my message .. id gone way over my limit.. which was why i could nt withdraw funds…She , and i won’t name her, is working from Home and sorted it all out on her laptop..no need for me to go to town..      Is nt that great?..well , I thought it was..and a good thing too,as she has not been provided with any masks..and we are talking about a Bank..if they cant get basic stuff like that no wonder the Government  are nt testing people .. they don’t have the wherewithal…it is nt as though this has nt been on the News everyday since December the something.    .I remember listening to Radio Four as i was driving through Slough, in December,… don’t ask … the M4 was closed..and i was listening to a woman in Wuhan describing how her parents were dying in the Street.. that really got my attention.   It did nt seem to get the attention of the people in charge here however, as when the inevitable arrived nearly three months later , they had done nothing to prepare for it.   The Spanish Disease is politics, it creeps into every corner of life and spreads its poison , a bit like you know what,..and in the past when people got fed up with their venal politicians there was a Military Coup , and then they realised maybe life was better before with democracy … and the cycle starts again. This model has been exported successfully to Latin America.. with the possible  exception of Mexico. and Costa Rica   Its all very well for us stodgy Northerners with our bad weather , to criticise, but Sun affects people,and when things are good they seem so much better  in the Sunshine..but something about Sunny weather produces Volatility, and an @ i won’t fix the roof as its not raining @ World View… and Italys  colossal death rate is the price to be paid .. not that it is nt sunny in China..or South Korea..but they do a lot more than just fix the roof..and to put  it down to Confucianism .. well  maybe best not to start on that.   Australia will be interesting, they have lots of sun , but its a pretty organised place ..and i don’t see them making this sort of Balls up.. also they have the experience of natural disasters,,and pulling together, and will not let Politics interfere…any country that had leaders with  names  like Abbott and Costello doesn’t waste too energy on petty politics.  The Current Classic example of petty minded, spiteful, pointless,  negative ,oppurtunism , is the  attempt on social media and what sup groups to denigrate the Royal Family organising people to rattle saucepans at a given time, because apparently the current King s father had a rather large amount of money in a Swiss Account..well, it was Saudi Money , not money stolen from the Spanish taxpayer, unlike the billions stolen by the previous administration , the PP .The idea for this stupidity was inspired by the Custom of applauding the Medical profession every night at eight o clock.. an excellent morale boosting , bringing everyone together kind of gesture..well everything has its opposite and this is an excellent way to breed more discontent and fracture an all ready pretty fractured society.. it beggars belief and you really have to have lived here to see these Barca Madrid  idiocies at first hand.   Barca Madrid is a term used to describe the divide and conquer ,us and them , attitudes that have stopped Spains progress since the collapse of their Empire, culminating in the most vicious Civil War in recent European History, and one would have hoped  that after 40 plus years of Democracy it would have disappeared , but sadly, like in the USA and a lot of other democracies , it seems to be on the increase.The anger on Social Media which results from the claustrophobic frustration of a lockdown will hopefully not boil over into something with unpleasant political consequences, which would be very sad , as after Francos death and the adoption of constitution that is the envy of many countries, Spain was a beacon of hope in the last quarter of the 20 th century… how the mighty are fallen .. one hopes not.. SPANISH LOCKDOWN DAY  7   Slept really well , but then  I remember reading that people on Death row sleep 16 hours a day so possibly not a good sign.   Last Night i watched the Spanish news ,on the main channel and things are looking up , relatively speaking, in the sense that testing has arrived ..someone, or some country, has sent several thousand, or may be half a million test kits.. which is obviously excellent news , and testing in  Galicia is going full steam ahead. There was the obligatory item about a vaccine..which I think one can take with a pinch of salt. .Military erecting field hospitals next to various main hospitals…the eight o clock applause of medical staff…all in all well put together not too desperately pessimistic, and generally not as disheartening as Facebook.. afterwards i felt like some light relief so we watched eleven episodes of 2 and half men,  in Spanish ,to cheer ourselves up before going to bed.   ..   Today i decided to live a normal day .. if such a thing were possible , so , after taking Tina for a walk i got the Old TV and DVD working and put on Marty Schwarz s Intermediate Blues Guitar Course part one…and it started raining .. so that was encouraging as it took away any temptation to venture outside.. except for firewood that is.   I worked through the course without rushing , but also without too much pausing , as i d done those lessons before, and all that repetition of Honest I do  is paying off..   On going outside for firewood i could not ignore the noise of the generator that kicked in yesterday evening, as we ve had not Sun for several days, so i decided to fill it up with diesel, and see how much 15 hours constant running had used,only half the 20 litre can to fill  up the tank…but was it full to begin with?..anyway it s very rare to have 4 days without sun , so even if it did use  13 euros of diesel  Im not going to freak out as that was expensive diesel.. and I’m entitled to use the cheaper stuff .Of cause i spilled Diesel over my hands , and shoes , and when i spent a good 5 minutes trying to wash the smell out i realised this was the ultimate anti virus test.. so i will leave a bowl of Diesel outside every time i go to town and use that as first part of the disinfection process , yet another excuse not to go to town.    My neighbour M.  rang and suggested i look at his scheme on Facebook to institute Food Deliveries , so one does nt have to go to the Supermarket in person  and infect and be infected… a good idea of course , but like so many , i don’t see it happening…I pointed out several objections , lack of drivers, expense, one would need a sort of Uber program which will probably not be ready for a year .. etc..and the Supermarkets are making so much money i doubt they need this sort of input.I promised to look at it later , which I will , as Lunch was ready.   We ve run out of  Bread ,Oranges and Chocolate, Aurora has broken a nail and the nail bars are closed till further notice…but otherwise  we can probably get through till Monday without suffering too much ..on the other hand Monday is probably the worst day to go shopping..Im toying with the idea of going to the small Supermarket, at 8 am Sunday morning, and hopefully having it to myself , as i cant face the idea of a queue. I know English people are supposed to love queueing but i must be an exception, and queuing nowadays is a High Risk Activity.    The Sun is out and i did one of the jobs from a month old to do list… pumping the water out the flooded pump room , it all went very well , and i felt  very worthy , and now , with the Sunshine it s time for a walk , with Tina , of course.   I return , feeling optimistic .. and the phone rings, i assume it s my neighbour asking if I’ve read his article.it isn’t , it s C another near neighbour, with some very bad news .  The police are in Quarantine…and the Army will soon be here. No Tobacco..as they will close the Tobacconist.  A completely different ball game  I rang M, and gave him the news…I f he d had  a kalashnikov  he d have been checking the magazine  I rang another neighbour  F, whose office is next to the Police Station , to warn him. .When the Rumour , comes to your Town , It Grows and Grows, Where it Started No-one Knows…*Robbie Robertson   I rang my source in the Town Hall G…no , it s only one cop , and he has nt got the results yet..   I rang M  again…he had spoken to his friend who is a Guardia Civil .no , it was nt a Cop it was a Guardia Civil..he also told me the Cuban woman who cleans houses had been stopped, by the Police and they checked the receipt for her shopping    I rang the first neighbour and corrected the original story        I opened Facebook .. and there was the original story , which had started a firestorm of comments along the likes of whats your source? etc as though we were in the Watergate hearings, not only that,  the people reading the story imagined it referred to Mojacar , not Carboneras , and were all frantically ringing the Police Staion , The Town Hall and each other to see if it were true.    The tones of the respective comments went from shrill outrage that anyone should suggest such a story without due documentation , to fear , to I knew this would happen, all these irresponsible idiots .. blah blah   It began to increasingly resemble an episode of Dads Army with a false alarm about a German Landing.., which Facebook does anyway    There is the Captain Mainwaring..@While i was out today making sure everyone was behaving themselves i saw these irresponsible panic shoppers,  and these people walking around without a good reason @     The Fraser .. We Re Doomed     The Air raid Warden…Its all the fault of the Ruling Class, and rules are rules etc     Jones ..Dont Panic... in a tone of complete hysteria    Pikes mother…Be sure to wear your gloves , motorcycle helmet , hazchem suit, mask..galoshes, .Do you have your hand sanitiser , all clothes must be burnt on reentry etc     By this time Auroras original alarm had been replaced by hilarity, as she was sitting by the fire hearing one side of these conversations..     I went out for some more wood and we relaxed by watching a Documentary about the Boeing 737 MAX..complete with simulation in the Pilots cockpit    The best part was the CEO of Boeing trying to justify his 30 million Dollar salary at a Congressional hearing..…i wondered what the Shareholders thought about that , i know what the victims families thought , as they were being interviewed and did nt sound too impressed

[ultraguardians]

Happy Birthday Luke!

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Here’s a list of everyone on this drawing:

Top two behind, left to right: radicole + ctarhne

Middle, left to right: lotsofdreamboatz, cc, kaestiell, ultraguardians, lyssyloops, shutupsprinkles, cheapsushii

bottom two, left to right: sparkiemcfly + dragonessgem

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BUT, before you go, make sure to read our messages :D!

“Happy birthday, bro! You’re a huge inspiration to me and frankly I cant thank you enough. I used to watch your content all the time when I was younger, rediscovering your content and joining your streams has been one of the best decisions ive ever decided to make. To make a long story short, my mental health has been in a rough spot for a long while but the first stream of yours’ I attended had me smiling all night for the first time in genuine years. Your music is just incredible, Ive used it to cheer myself up, get me inspired and to pump me up on many occasions, I seriously cant get enough of it and im not a good enough of a wordsmith to be able to describe how much your stuff has helped me and sadly I dont think there’s ever a way I could possibly repay you for all the rad stuff you’ve given to all of us. Keep being awesome, keep giving those good vibes! Happy birthday and all the best.“ -Lyssyloops

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“uhh hey mr town, happy birthday dude!! im very much a lurker im trying to sort of get out of that hole but. ive been a fan for. a long ass time now and ive always really appreciated your music and the few streams ive caught and just you.. existing, man. thanks for being you, happy removal day :kicc: (click here to see what :kicc: is!) -CC”

—- “hey luke! i’m way too shy to talk on streams sometimes, but i just want to say that you’re a huge inspiration to me and your music really helped me through a bit of a rough patch in 2018. keep being awesome, and happy birthday!”                 - from cheapsushii

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“YOOOO Put sprinkles on your birthday cake man!” -shutupsprinkles

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“luke, i sincerely just want to say thank you. thank you for everything you have done. all the music you’ve made, and all the videos as well on your channel. through your channel, i have met the most WONDERFUL people I could have ever met. each and almost every twitch stream, i get to meet more and more new friends each time. i always thought I was the lonely one out of the bunch, but now, all I see are friends all around me. now I see you all are here for me, and that’s such a cozy feeling, getting to talk to those on the stream and anywhere else. luke, just know this. you have made this summer the best summer I could have ever asked for- and i really REALLY mean that. thank you. sincerely. i hope you know how much of an impact you’ve made on all of our lives. happy birthday, luke. from all of us. - kae/kaestiell

—- ”(read each word out loud) hey mr luke it’s herobrine. thank you for teaching me the overwatch sir… remember kids education is important like a victory royale. anyway i believe i must admit mr sizemore, your cover of fireflies by owl city and heart-felt confession of wanting cocaine, which means crack truly moved me. dig up diamonds and craft those diamonds and make some armor, get it, go and forge that like you so MLG pro, godspeed, mr sizemore. uwu i howope youwu have a gweat biwthday….. i remember the first day i hopped in this stream and i thought, “uwu, whats dis?” it was magical. the absolute glee and giddy i find bubbling in my chest whenever I see the notification of your presence on my twitch is unrivaled. you have brought me those epic positive vibes and i respect you immensely.  for that, i wish upon you epic kills and minecraft cake. hit it fergie, godspeed - dream/lotsofdreamboatz (click here for free food)”

—- “Hey Luke! Hope you are having a good day! I just wanted to let you know how much I appreciate you. I’ve only really been on your streams for about 3 months but those months have been an absolute blast. You are such an awesome creator and even if I only am able to stop by for a little bit I always leave your streams with a smile. You always have such positive, wholesome vibes and I really appreciate it. You are also incredibly talented and you inspire me to work hard to do the things I love. I hope that you achieve everything you could ever want to, you really deserve it. Honestly, just thank you for existing. You make the world a little brighter every day. Happy birthday! Never stop being awesome -Dragonessgem

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hi mister luke yungtown sizemore; have a happy very good very nice amazing birthday,,, you are a legend thank you for blessing me, mister seth ctarhne (and everyone else) with beautiful amazing content. get that bread bro :D if you don’t have a good birthday I might just have to come out of my hidey hole and i will put a good curse??? spell?? magic,, thing,,, on you so you can have a good day because you deserve it >:) 

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—- I'm a little late but Happy birthday Luke!! I can't express how much I friggen love you. You brought back my love for rapping and I even plan on doing the Triforce rap for my talent show! (If I can find an instrumental version) You're kind and sweet and love what you do I respect that. You deserve so much! You're better than any modern rapper out there, Eminem included. I love you so much I named a stuffed animal of my favorite animal (penquin) after you! Have the best birthday possible!! ~Yellow Daisy AKA TRGFan101

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“Hello mr town it is I. A cryptid. Twitch is the worst and won’t let me verify my account but I wish you the best birthday wishes possible and also the world, considering I have Asagao to thank for many friends of mine. Keep doing your funky thing sir. Happy birthday.”-Hawky, the one who’s mentioned by people but never shows up

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“Happy birthday, Luke. I’m glad I was able to find your twitch. Your content is down to earth and engaging, making it feel really personal and rewarding to interact with and watch your streams. You have continually been an incredibly respectful and genuine person, and that’s everything someone could want from a content creator, or just a friend in general. You’ve made yourself a friend to so many people, even making some friends around me genuinely light up when twitch notifications appear on their phone or laptop. I couldn’t thank you more for helping the people around me. I’ve only just started watching, but I’m here to stay. Have a phenominal year. - Crime/lordcrime”

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and last but not least, me, the one who put this all together :D!

“hewwo luke. I hope you have a great birthday my dude!! I tried my best to draw the apricot nectar cake, since you seemed so happy when you talked about it. But besides that, I hope you’re the happiest that you can be on this day and that your smile outshines the sun. Just know we all love you, dude, you’re fun, chill, happy and bring everyone’s spirits up, and the chat is always fun to talk in. Having come across your twitch streams over 6 months ago was the best thing that has happened this year, because, man, you have made a great community and I’m so glad man. Here’s hoping for more years with you and the yungfam. Again, happy birthday you mad lad. -eon/ultraguardians.”

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#yungtown #well... for his birthday anyways! #also luke if you read the tags remember to eat paper

[5hfanfiction]

Why Did I Get Married? (Camren)

Part Twenty Nine: I cant see a life without you

Do you believe in soulmates?

Or maybe, love at first sight?

I believe that there’s a very few selected moments in your life that you’re going to meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because she or he; whatever you’re into, was perfect, because no one is perfect. But rather when both your flaws were combined and arranged in a way that created a bond so strong, that it could’ve only been described as love.

Do you remember your first love?

Maybe you’re both no longer together. Maybe you still are. Maybe you’re still friends and can look back, reminisce and laugh at the times you once shared together.

Or maybe, you hate the person, and you hate the memories you once shared.

But, if we’re being honest, at one point in your life, you liked the person, even if they turned out to be someone you never thought they’d be.

And in some cases, you probably still love them. I’m not saying that you may have felt sparks when he touched you, or your heart might’ve skipped beats when she were around. I don’t even know if that’s real, but I’m sure you’ll be lying if you said that you didn’t scoot closer to her whenever she sat next to you, because she made you feel safe.

Or that you didn’t randomly wake up during the night just to kiss his forehead. You’ll be lying if you said he didn’t make you happy, and that you weren’t going to miss him.

I’m not saying that it was love, and I’m definitely not trying to say that it didn’t hurt you, but you can admit that at some point in your life, she did matter and possibly still matters to you.

But sweetheart, it’s time to let them go. I know you want to hold on to those precious memories and the time together that you once shared. You want to keep the hope alive, that one day she’s going to find her way back into your arms. You can’t keep making up fantasies of how happy you’re both going to be, but deep down, I know that you know, he’s never going to come back.

You know she doesn’t feel the same way she once did, and yet you keep trying to force something that’s not there anymore.

He’s your security blanket, that’s why you’re so damn terrified to let him go, so you keep lying to yourself instead of facing reality.

I know it’s sad the way you both act like strangers now, after everything you both had.

You act like you’ve never met….but it’s time to let go.

***

“Well isn’t it my favourite niece,” Becky stooped to her niece’s height and ruffled the child’s already messy hair. Tonight, Becky and Hailee would’ve been babysitting the child as Ariana wasn’t in the country, nor was Maggie. “How are you doing, Squirt?”

Izzy wrapped her arms around her aunt and placed a kiss on the girl’s cheek. “I’m great!” She said happily, looking around for someone else. “Is Nugget with you?”

Becky laughed and shook her head ‘no’. “I’m starting to think you don’t actually like me.”

“No!” Izzy said hurriedly. “I like you, very much. But I miss Nugget and you don’t bring him around anymore.” The child pouted cutely. “Can you ask your mummy to bring him?”

“Princesa!” Camila called out from the living room. “Stop bullying your tía with your cuteness to get your way. It’s not fair. No one can resist you.” She smiled when she saw her younger sister. “Hey, Beckster. C'mere and give me some love.”

Becky laughed and went to wrap her sister into a long overdue hug. Due to both of their busy schedules; Camila with her career and Becky with school, it had been quite some time since they had last seen each other. “I miss you, loser. It’s been so long.”

The older Cabello sister sighed dramatically. “I know. I’ve missed annoying your ass. Just drop out of school and let’s become a singing duo. The Cabello Sisters.” They posed back to back with each other, they formed a gun with their fingers as Izzy watched their shenanigans.

“Can I join too?” The child asked. “I can sing and you and my mummy can play the instruments.”

Becky laughed. “Of course, Squirt. You’re the real star here anyway.” She picked the child up in her arms, and began to mindlessly play with her hair. “Will Hailee be here soon?”

Camila checked her watch. “I think so. She texted that she’ll be running a bit late. Do you think you can handle being alone with Izzy until Hailee comes? Or do you want us to wait?”

“Your daughter is an angel,” Becky smiled. “I think I can survive a couple minutes without help. You and Lauren should go be on your date.”

Lauren popped out of the kitchen at the mention of her name. She was preparing dinner for the babysitters and her daughter. Izzy wanted pizza, and not just any pizza, she wanted her mother’s famous Hawaiian pizza, and as any good mother, Lauren obliged.

“I heard my name,” Lauren said. “Y'all gossiping about me, huh?” She fake glared at her newly discovered sister in law. “Hey, Beck,” she wrapped her in a side hug. “How are you? I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen you. Can’t say the same about my sister, she’s literally always in the house.”

As soon as Maggie Jauregui was mentioned, Lauren’s phone dinged.

“Aw,” Lauren cooed. “Look at this. I think our Maggie is in love.”

Becky sighed heavily. “And to think, if I were a couple years older or she a couple years younger, we could’ve been a power couple.”

Camila scrunched her nose at her sister. “Wouldn’t that be kinda weird though? You’re both technically, I don’t know, sister in laws?”

“I’m Lauren’s sister in law, not Maggie’s,” Becky winked at her sister.

“Okay,” Lauren pretended to faint from the cuteness. “Maggie is in love. I literally never thought that we would live to see the day.”

“Why do you have Maggie’s notifications on and not mine?” Camila pouted at her wife. She helped her off the couch, still pouting. “I’m your wife for Christ’s sake!”

“I do have your notifications on.”

“But you never like or retweet any of my stuff!” Camila continued to pout. “You’re literally the worst wife ever.”

The photographer laughed. “Becky, can you give us a moment? I need to borrow Camila for a second.” She pulled her wife back upstairs and into their bedroom. “Let’s get you ready!”

“But, I’m already ready and I think I look pretty cute,” Camila gestured to her blue skinny jeans, green crop top and her wife’s favourite leather jacket. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”

Lauren walked towards their shared closet and pulled an outfit out of it. It was a blue wildflower skirt suit, with some red pumps to complement the outfit. “Where we’re going, I think you’ll like to dress differently. And plus, I picked it out for you. Isn’t that cute? Isn’t that romantic?”

Camila laughed. She saw that cheesy smile on her wife’s face and her heart couldn’t help but melt. “Yes, amor. It’s very romantic.” She placed a lingering kiss on her wife’s lips. “It’s actually a very cute outfit as well. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Lauren wrapped her arms around her wife for a quick hug. “Now get ready. I don’t want us to reach too late.”

Ten minutes later, Camila descended the stairs again, her wife waiting at the bottom of it. Once green eyes locked with brown, Lauren smiled brightly, her heart beating wildly against her chest. “You look absolutely gorgeous, Mrs Jauregui. Stunning, spectacular, show stopping, beautiful. You’re utter perfection.”

Camila blushed, and tried to hide it, as she took her wife’s arm.

“Wow,” Izzy popped out of nowhere. “You look very pretty mummy.” Becky stooped next to her niece and whispered something into the child’s ear. “But not as pretty as aunty Becky.”

Camila laughed and playfully shoved her sister. “Stop corrupting my child.”

“But it’s fun,” Becky laughed.

“We should probably get going. Call us if you need anything, okay?” Lauren directed at her sister in law. “Hailee said she’s picking up some food and dessert, I think. After I told her she doesn’t need to.” She shook her head. “So she’s going to be here soon.”

The couple said their 'byes’ to their daughter as they left on their way for their date.

“Have fun on your date, kids,” Becky and Izzy waved at them, as Lauren’s car sped away from the driveway. She turned to her niece and smiled. “Let the fun begin!”

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“Where are you taking me?” Camila asked Lauren as she was blinding leading the woman into an impending doom. Lauren had her hands over Camila’s eyes, so she wasn’t able to decipher what their date was going to be as yet.

“Can you relax?” Lauren chuckled. “I’m not going to murder you.” She leaned in closer to her wife’s ear. “Yet.”

Camila stopped walking. “Lauren, I swear…” But before she could even start protesting, the photographer uncovered her eyes.

“Tada,” Lauren said excitedly as she gestured to where they were. They were on a street in Miami that looked as though they were gearing up for a full fledged Cuban/Latino party. The street was already beginning to fill with people, there were a few good vendors who were selling their delectable foods from Cuba or other Latin countries.

And last but not least, the guest performer tonight was going to be, non other than the Grammy award winning, Cuban singing legend… drum roll please.

Gloria Estefan.

Also known as, Camila’s greatest musical inspiration.

“Lauren…what…the…fuck,” Camila breathed out as her eyes moved over everything within her view. When it landed on the stage and she saw Gloria Estefan’s name, she almost passed out. She took a moment to collect herself before she grabbed her wife; who was beaming from ear to ear, by her shirt and pulled her in for a searing kiss. “I am utterly in love with you. I cannot begin to put to words just how happy I feel right now. Thank you. Thank youu!” She kept repeating to Lauren who was beyond happy that her wife liked her surprise.

“I’m so happy you’re happy,” Lauren admitted. She intertwined their fingers once they separated from their embrace. “Once I saw Gloria was coming to Miami, I knew I needed to take you.”

“You’re making my date seem lame now.”

Lauren laughed at the adorable expression on her wife’s face. “You cannot compare our dates, babe. What you did for me, meant a lot to me. And what we’re doing tonight, means a lot to you. As long as we’re experiencing these moments together, I think that’s all that really matters.” She looked into her wife’s beautiful brown eyes, and placed a kiss on her forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Laur,” Camila smiled. “How did I become blessed with such an amazing wife? What did I do to deserve this?”

“Quite frankly, I think you hit the jackpot,” Lauren smirked cockily.

“Wow, and humble too?” Camila rolled her eyes playfully and laughed. “The whole enchilada.”

The couple decided to walk around and enjoy the entertainment before Gloria Estefan came to perform. Truth is, Lauren had remembered when Camila talked about the Cuban singer in therapy, and how she had won a competition singing 'Rhythm Is Gonna Get You.’ She remembered how Camila said she was freaking out before actually performing and her mother came onstage with her.

That’s the thing about when you’re in love, you always remember the little things about them. It’s the littlest things that seems to mean more than the grand gestures. Don’t get me wrong, we all would love for someone to rent out a movie theatre just for the both of us to watch a movie and enjoy each other’s company. However, sentimentally speaking, it means more when someone remembers something you said and to you, it might seem like such a tiny, irrelevant thing, but when the one you love remembers it now that’s special.

That’s love.

You should be treated the way you deserve. You should be loved the way you love, and you should be fought for the way you fight.

When there are more tears than smiles, leave.

When there are more fights than jokes, leave.

When it hurts you more than it feels good, leave.

They don’t have the right to destroy you just because you’re in love with them. And loving them, being hopelessly head over heels in love with them, doesn’t mean you have to stay.

Remember that.

“Stay there,” Lauren pulled out her phone. “You look too beautiful right now not to take a picture.”

Camila blushed and rolled her eyes. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”

“I’ve only ever said that to one girl, and she ended up being my wife,” Lauren looked at her wife, with love in her eyes. “I think my charm won her over.” She snapped a few photos and swiped through them. “You look perfect in all, but I’m posting this one.”

Camila gasped. “You mean… you’re actually going on Instagram?! I am shocked. The last time you posted wasn’t it Christmas?”

Lauren flipped her wife off and typed away on her phone.

503,783 likes @ lmjauregui I cant see a life without you. Even though you’re annoying as hell 🙄🖤

Camila laughed loudly when she checked her phone. “After all the cute things I’ve told you today, I take it all back.”

Lauren pecked her on the lips. “No takesies backsies. You think I’m great and you love meee.”

“Ugh. I’m married to a child.” Camila felt a tap on her shoulder, when she spun around, she came face to face with two teenagers. “Hi there!” She smiled at them.

They returned the smile. “Hi, Camila…we don’t want to interrupt but my friend and I have been looking at you since you came here, and we finally built up the courage to talk to you.”

“Aw! I don’t bite,” Camila cooed. She was always so happy to talk to her fans. “What’s your names? Oh this is my amazing wife, Lauren, by the way,” she slipped her arm into the woman’s. “She’s just so shy when it comes to meeting my fans.”

Lauren blushed red in embarrassment. She was never one for the limelight. Every time they had gone out and Camila met a fan, she would always slink into the shadows. “Hey.” Lauren muttered, she nodded in acknowledgment at them.

“Hi, Lauren! It’s nice to meet you. My name is Chloe, and this is my friend Sasha. I love your photography, by the way! I’m so glad you’re finally working with Nicholas. Since I’ve been following you, I knew it was like your childhood dream, right?” Chloe started talking animatedly to Lauren and Camila. Lauren was a bit shocked to say the least, because of this fan knowing about her. She had never really come across any 'fans’ even though she had a few times, so it was always a bit shocking to her.

“We should probably leave you to your date now,” Sasha said after spending about ten minutes talking to the couple. “Is it okay if we get a picture?” Lauren nodded and was about to take the girl’s phone but that’s when she stopped her. “No, I mean like a group picture.”

“Oh,” Lauren kinked an eyebrow. “Um, yeah sure.” They had asked a random stranger to snap the picture of them. A few tries later, the girls thanked the couple for entertaining them, and left. “That was…different.”

Camila smiled and placed a kiss on her wife’s cheek. “You’re always so adorably awkward when you meet my fans.”

“I just don’t do well when it comes to socialising,” Lauren shrugged. “And it doesn’t matter anyway, I have you and Izzy. I don’t need to meet knew people.”

Camila laughed. “I guess you’re right, babe.” Her eyes landed on an Argentinian stall and she dragged her wife to it. “Oh my god, Laur!” She squealed in excitement. “They have Choripán, Lomito, Empanadas and oh my god! Sandwiches de miga. When my dad used to take me for our daily walks, he would buy this for us from this old guy named Pablo. It was so delicious.” Camila sighed dramatically. “I miss Argentina.”

Lauren wrapped an arm around her wife’s shoulder. “Hi!” She smiled politely at the vendor. “Did you hear everything she said?” The elderly woman, who was selling the foods smiled and nodded her head. “Can I get one of each?”

The vendor began to make and package the street foods for Lauren as her wife began to reminisce about her old country.

“I don’t think I ever heard you say that you miss Argentina,” Lauren admitted.

The singer shrugged. “I know. Life is better here, for sure, but I miss how life was so much simpler and peaceful back home. I guess I just miss the memories.”

“We’ll visit again one day soon,” Lauren told her. “Izzy needs to know about her culture, and you need to go home once in a while.”

Camila turned to look at her wife. “You’re my home.”

Lauren cupped her cheeks. “That may be true, but Argentina is part of who you are, and I’ll be a terrible wife if I didn’t take you back there ever so often. So once life is quiet again, we’re going.”

Camila smiled. “You’re perfect.”

“What would you like to drink?” The vendor interrupted the couple.

“Do you have any Chimarrão?” Camila asked. “I always loved that.”

The elderly woman nodded. “Sí.” She whipped up two cups of Chimarrão and handed it to the couple. Lauren paid the woman, and gave her a huge tip. She thanked the woman for her generosity and even offered to give her more food for the money, but Lauren kept refusing. “Gracias.” The woman smiled fondly at the couple.

“I need you to try like every single one of these,” Camila said as she took a bite of her empanada. “I know you guys have like this in Venezuela, but the Argentinian empanadas outsold.”

She fed Lauren a piece. With every single bite of these traditional Argentinian street foods, it brought back a lot of fond memories for Camila when she and her family lived there many years ago.

“Okay, it’s delicious,” Lauren admitted. “But being true to my country, it definitely isn’t better than the Venezuelan empanadas,” she stuck her tongue out playfully at her wife.

Camila laughed and rolled her eyes. She finished eating the empanada and took a sip of her drink. “You just lack taste, babe.”

They couple shared the other various foods and enjoyed the music of a Mariachi band.

“I swear, I always loved Miami but I love it even more after tonight,” Camila reached across the table and took Lauren’s hand in her own. “Can you stop eating for one second and let me be cute?”

Lauren laughed and placed the Lomito back on her plate. “You have my full attention, amor. Lay the cuteness on me.”

The brunette smiled. She knew her wife was only messing with her. Camila had loved how their relationship had gone back to the typical banter and sarcastic remarks that they once shared. “You know when a house becomes a home.” The singer said randomly. “You know which stair creaks more than the others, you know exactly where you can find the pots and pans with your eyes closed. You know every turn like the back of your hand. And truth is, I’ve never had a home before…until now. Home is green eyes that sparkle a little brighter than the sun. It’s a scar right above your left eye after getting injured from playing soccer back in high school, because you were pretty uncoordinated back then. Home is when you smile and your eyes crinkle. I know what home feels like…home feels like you.”

Yet again, Lauren was at a lost for words. Her wife always did this to her; left her speechless.

The butterfly effect.

I’m sure most of us are familiar with the term, and if you’re not, it’s simply an interesting concept. To think that every single decision you’ve ever made has resulted in you being exactly where you are right now.

A complete mess.

Someone who’s successful.

Head over heels in love with someone.

Everything you did led you to where you are right now.

And if the smallest thing in your past, you would’ve done differently, it would’ve impacted your life in another way.

Everything Lauren did in her past led her to this very moment. Sitting across the table from this very beautiful woman who owns her heart. The mother of her child and the love for her life.

“Camz…I..don’t know what to say,” Lauren admitted. “I don’t know where we’re going to be five years from now, but I hope it’s somewhere next to you. I hope we’re still in love with one another. I hope Izzy never has to doubt her parents love for her and each other. I hope I never make you question my feelings for you ever again. I hope that we still love each other the way we do right now, right this very moment. I want to love you until I can’t love you anymore, and when I can’t, I’ll find more love to give to you.”

Camila wiped at her eyes, smiling through her happy tears. “I thought you said that you were speechless?” She laughed.

“Speechless and having so much to say,” Lauren smiled. “Come,” she stretched an arm out towards her wife. “Gloria should be performing by now.”

“What about the food?” Camila looked at the remaining Argentinian food and then back at her wife.

Lauren laughed. “Okay, let’s finish these first and then we can go.”

When they were finished eating, the couple went closer to the stage that Gloria Estefan was expected to be performing at. A crowd had already gathered; murmurs of excitement about seeing the legend herself perform could’ve been heard throughout the crowd, despite the blasting of music.

“I swear, if Gloria makes eye contact with me,” Camila yelled over the music to her wife. “I will faint. This is a trust exercise, if you let me fall, I hate you.”

Lauren looked at her wife and shook her head in amusement. She had never seen Camila fangirl so hard to seeing a celebrity before, well besides that one time she had met Ricky Martin; another singer she had grown up listening to. Camila was a stuttering mess, and was a lost for words. Ricky, however, found her reaction cute so it saved Camila from being too embarrassed. “I’ll catch you, babe. I promise.”

Camila didn’t have the chance to respond because the lights had dimmed, a single spotlight came on the stage, and the music to one of Gloria’s hits 'Conga’ started playing.

“OH MY GOD!” Camila screamed along with the hundreds of other fans who were there.

The moment Gloria’s mouth opened, Camila felt everything else fade away. She started swaying her hips to the beat, and danced along with her wife.

She was happy.

She couldn’t help the huge smile that didn’t leave her lips the moment she came here.

Lauren’s eyes didn’t once leave Camila. Even when they had stopped dancing together, she kept watching her wife. She was so lost in the music, and filled with pure happiness.

The purpose of this entire night was to remind Camila that Lauren saw her. That Lauren was still her biggest fan. She wanted to bring Camila back to the time when she sang for fun. Not because it was her career, not because she wanted to make others happy, but rather when she was just singing because she loved it. And even though she still loves what she does, this entire night was sentimental.

Lauren was Camila’s person.

For the love of all things good, Lauren wanted to be the person who woke up at 7am every morning next to this beautiful human being. She wanted to look at Camila every morning, with tousled hair, and sleep filled eyes but somehow she still managed to be effortlessly beautiful.

Camila wanted to be the person Lauren would text throughout the day and tell her how much she missed her. She wanted to randomly pop into her wife’s photography studio, to deliver food for her and to get a kiss because she missed the taste of her lips.

But most importantly, Lauren wanted to whisper into Camila’s ear at 3am, telling her 'I love you’, causing her to stir awake with a sleepy smile on her face as she would say 'I love you too.’

And even then, Camila would cuddle into Lauren and fall asleep in her arms.

They just wanted to be each other’s person.

“When I first met you, I thought I was sent to save you,” Lauren said to Camila but she knew her wife couldn’t have heard her. “But then your soul opened up and welcomed me in, that’s when I knew you were sent to save me.” A small smile found it’s way on Lauren’s lips. She reached out and gently ran her fingers down Camila’s spine; the brunette shivered and turned to look at her wife. She placed a kiss on Lauren’s lips and went back to enjoying the show. “You love me even though you know I’m not perfect. You love me even though I’ve hurt you on more than one occasion. You encourage me to achieve my dreams because you know exactly what I’m capable of.”

Gloria stopped singing for a moment, her eyes locked on Camila. Lauren was standing directly behind her, hands on her wife’s shoulders.

“I’m seeing someone here in the crowd,” Gloria Estefan began. “And her loving wife personally asked me, to bring her up on stage to help me with this song.” She pointed at Camila who gasped.

“Lauren, what the fuck?!” Camila turned to look at her wife, then back at a smiling Gloria Estefan. “You met her?! You fucking met my idol and you told her to bring me on stage?! Without a warning?!” Despite the initial shock, Camila was beaming with excitement. “Oh my god! I can’t sing to save my life. I’m going to embarrass myself.” She said completely forgetting the fact that she was a singer.

Lauren laughed and kissed her wife’s cheek. “C'mon, amor. Don’t keep Gloria waiting.” She gave Camila’s hand a light squeeze and released it as she walked towards the stage.

Gloria pulled the woman in a quick embrace, whispering something into her ear, which caused Camila to grin widely.

The beat to 'Rhythm Is Gonna Get You’ began to flow through the speakers, and before long, both singers voices began to fill everyone’s ears.

“You’re flawed but you understand it,” Lauren shook her head smiling as her wife performed on stage. “You’re beautiful, but it’s not just skin deep, your heart is one of the most beautiful things about you. You’re magic and you know it.”

Camila finished the song with a rowdy sound of applause from the audience. She and Gloria snapped a quick selfie on stage, before Camila rejoined her wife.

“I can’t believe that just happened!” The brunette was still bubbling with excitement. She threw her arms around Lauren, who spun her around. “I’m so fucking happy.”

The couple connected their lips in a slow, sweet kiss. Savouring this moment, savouring the feel of each other’s lips against theirs.

“I’m glad you’re happy, baby.”

Date someone who’s interested in you. I don’t mean someone who just thinks you’re cute, or you’re funny. I mean someone who wants to know every insignificant thing about you. Someone who wants to read every word that you write. Someone who wants to hear every song that you have to sing.

Date someone who wants to watch your favourite movie even if it’s something cliche and super lame. Someone who wants to know your favourite brand of toothpaste, or know if you prefer your sandwiches with or without the crusts.

Date someone who wants to know what quotes you love and which ones resonate deep within your bones.

You see, the thing is, there’s a difference between attraction and interest.

Find someone who wants to know every single aspect of who you are.

“You are who you are, and that’s what saves me everyday.”

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Endlessly - Jason Todd x Reader

AAAAAAAAALL ABOARD THE SMUT TRAIN EVERYBODY. WE’RE GOING TO SINS-VILLE.

You guys are simply amazing. Your endless support, everything you do that seems to only inspire me to go back to writing everytime I feel like I just cant do it anymore. You guys did this. This is your work. I must say I’m a bit rusty so bear with me, since you guys only deserve nothing but the best. I love you all so much.

WORDS: 1597

WARNINGS: SMUTTY AF. READER’S FIRST TIME. STOLEN VIRGINITY. AAAAAALL ABOARD THE SMUT TRAIN.

He shushed your giggles after he clumsily bumped his head against the door frame. You covered your mouth, then he took it away to kiss you again. Your feet fumbled to get inside the room. The door slammed shut, almost a bit too loud that Jason cringed at that, glaring at you and looking around to make sure no one was about to check on you both. You continued to chuckle at his goofiness as you wrapped your long arms around his neck, staring deeply into the blue tint of his shining eyes.

Jason Todd was beautiful. You loved his eyes, and the way he’d look at you that made you feel as precious and beautiful as any treasure on earth. His hands were as warm as a fireplace in the middle of a stormy winter, and his body, his mind, and his heart, him entirely, was your everything.

The look you had on your face made him stop worrying so much and hold your waist, pulling you as close to his warm, firm body as he possibly could. He lowered his lips until it met yours, lightly wrestling and moving just to let you feel the addicting sensation of his lips on you. You breathed when he lowered down to your neck,, lightly biting and making you whimper from needing more.

You felt his warm hands brush down your waist and under your shirt, only to move up again and bringing the fabric along with him. You gasped at the feel of his hands on your skin, so scorching hot and burning much like his lips on your neck. He soon brought your shirt up above your head, exposing your lace bra cladded breasts. His eyes lit up as he stared at your breasts so blushed and perfect and ready for his touch.

You felt the edge of the bed hit the back of your knee. You were really gonna do this. You had totally forgotten about it, being so lost and your focus being on Jason more than anything else, that you almost neglected the nervousness and doubt you had when you're about to lose your virginity.

Holy shit, you remembered, you’re really gonna have sex.

The light brush turned into a deep red on your cheeks when you realized just what you were about to do. Jason, too, felt nervous that he was gonna see you naked for the first time. What if he doesn’t do it right? or worse…

You continued to kiss his plump, burning lips before he pulled away to look right into your eyes. You felt safe. This is Jason you're with. And when you're with him, nothing could ever go wrong. His large hands held the sides of your face, careful not to break you with his hold when the need for you inside him was growing too strong for him to control.

He needed you. He needed to feel every part of you. He needed to make you moan and writhe and feel good. He wanted to be inside you, taste every inch of you. He wanted to see you naked, unclothed, to satisfy the fantasies in his mind that he’s too embarrassed to reveal. He wanted you, all of you, and to show just how much he loved everything about you.

You both were starting to sweat, so awfully turned on that the anxiousness of doing it for the first time was almost completely masked off. He gently pushed you to the bed until you laid on your back. You never left his gaze, slowly moving up to the headboard on your elbows while he crawled on top of you until you were comfortable. He slowly brought his shirt above his head, showing you his perfectly chiseled chest that was almost god-like.

You were really about to do this. Fuck, this is terrifying.

But the look on Jason’s eyes spoke to you, telling you that it was okay and that you were secure in his hold. His fingers fumbled with the button on your jeans and pulled it down your legs, along with your panties. To you, it was either happening too fast or too slow. You laid there, not really knowing what to do until you realized your wet pussy had been completely exposed. The cold air on your core shook you, made your knees tremble, and the lower region of your stomach engulfed in a burning flame of lust. He stared at you, spreading your legs wide for him to admire your need for him.

You unhooked your bra and threw it to the side. Jason couldn’t stop his predatory gaze on your now unclothed, hopelessly beautiful body. He hasn’t seen you this way until now, and fuck, it was like he fell in love all over again. The bulge in his pants grew undeniably bigger and harder. “Wow…” he whispered to himself, almost as if he forgot you could hear him. You blushed, but his hands couldn’t help anymore but run down your sides, lightly brushing over your breasts like a feather. His eyes lit up so much, you couldn’t tell he was enthralled by your beauty or if he was just horny as fuck.

His eyes met yours again, and he leaned down closer to you, whispering “I love you” before he kissed you hot and heavy again. You heard him unzip his jeans, then something hit the inside of your thigh, something that felt rock hard, solid.

You looked down, and your mouth almost dropped open. You prepared a while for this moment, but fuck you didn’t prepare for a size like that.

“Jason…” you whimpered, but couldn’t say anything else ‘cause his mouth devoured what was left of yours. “Shhh, it’s okay,” he assured you, “I got you.”

You kissed him back and helped him off his jeans. You were now fully naked, and the feel of his skin, all of his skin, and the burning friction that rubbed against you, drew a blank in your head and drove you mad. You were a sweaty, hot mess, writhing on the bed and moaning wordless cries for him.

You pulled away from his kiss when he slowly inserted the tip inside you. “Fuck,” you cried. He stretched you wider and wider with every inch he seemed to fit inside your tight virgin pussy. He almost fell apart at the feel of you around him. “Holy shit,” he cried out. A tear fell on your cheek, which he quickly kissed away.

Thank God, he had the consciousness left still to hold back enough to be gentle. If it weren’t for you and your need for his care, he would've mindlessly fucked and pounded on you by now.

He was now fully inside you, and the new, overwhelming sensation of having Jason’s cock inside made you tremble and in need of his warm embrace. He peppered kisses around you, to make you feel more secure and calm. Your knees were dead by now, but the pain, the goodness, the satisfaction it brought, it only made you want more.

You looked into his eyes. And he read your mind, knowing what that look in your eyes meant. He began to move his hips, slowly thrusting into you.

“Ohhh!” you clawed on his back, shivering and trembling at every push. You felt a mix of pain and pure ecstasy. You never felt so filled up, so full, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you cried. It felt like you couldn’t do much but just lay there and take it all in. You looked straight into Jason’s eyes, his having the same flushed look as you. You both moaned and cried as you held each other in a tight embrace.

His cock. Fuck, his cock. It was glorious. Perfect. So rock hard and long and so fucking thick that you just knew you wouldn’t be able to walk that well tomorrow or maybe for the next week. You cried out his name, doing anything you can as an outlet to the overload of pleasure loaded deep inside your dripping pussy. It started to build up slowly, the pain soon fading out. You could now only feel this burning, spine-tingling sensation you desperately wanted more of. You couldn’t take it anymore.

At his last thrust, you fell apart. You screamed, tears falling down your face as your body felt electrified with the never ending waves of goodness that flowed all throughout your body. Your whole body trembled, fireworks blowing up on your core and only his hold on you as you shivered at the slow, painfully satisfying orgasm. Your pussy clenched so hard around his hard cock that it pushed him off the edge.

He pulled out suddenly, unloading his cum on your stomach as he pumped it hard and fast. He kept moaning, looking straight at you and the cum that spread all over the flushed skin of your stomach and breasts. You breathed hard, watching him cum all over you before you’d possibly pass out. You looked so fucking hot. He was definitely never gonna stop doing this with you.

You took a bit of his cum off your tits and licked it off your finger. “Fucking shit, (Name),” he groaned, before he laid beside you to catch his breath.

You just did it. You had sex. You came. It wasn’t awkward or awful or anything like they said it would be. It was nothing short of amazing.

Of course, it could be because it was with the man you loved endlessly.

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd smut #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood smut

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My Day6inNYC Experience!

EDIT: I typed this up in word and pasted it into Tumblr. Tumblr kinda make some things look a little weird so excuse that please.

This is super late coming but as soon as I left NYC I had to cram for a ton of exams and now that most of those are over I can take the time to talk about my experience seeing Day6 perform live and even hi-touching them;;;; This post might be a little bit all over the place, but I cant help but to feel SO MANY FEELINGS when I think about this okay. Its still so surreal I cant believe it actually happened it felt like a really good dream okay. Also, I wish my English were better to express myself here I have so many emotions I wish to express but honestly, I dont know how Id even describe these feelings in any other languages I know SO ILL TRY MY BEST WITH ENGLISH. Also, fair warning, thisll probably be really long so prepare yourself.

Okay, first things first. I arrived like 30 mins early to pick up my P2 wristband and apparently had I been a little earlier I could have seen day6 enter the Town Hall! Somehow, even though I was not the first that arrived at the venue to pick up my wristband, I did end up being first in the P2 line. And lord behold. Someone opened the backstage door. Then and there, I caught a glimpse of Sungjin, playing his guitar singing his part in the You Were Beautiful chorus. EVERYONE AROUND ME STARTED SCREAMING LOL. I was in such shock. Sungjin is so beautiful (in present tense) and has one of the best voices Ive ever heard okay. I dont think I really realized until then I was going to see Day6, like the band that inspires me to work hard every day and makes me so happy. Even though I had bought the ticket and everything that brought me to NYC, it felt surreal and then I knew it was R E A L. Theyre real and I was about to watch them perform live and even meet them afterwards like what the heck? After getting my wristband, I picked up a fanproject banner that would later be used to move day6 to tears:) These boys are so wholesome.

I went back to my hotel for a while after that because it was rainy and windy so walking around didnt sound so nice. Around 5:30 I left to get a bite to eat and then head back to the venue. Ended up getting a burger at Five Guys (and okay totally off topic from seeing Day6, but the Five Guys burger I had in NYC was so much better than any Ive had here in VA? Or maybe excitement makes stuff taste better.) I arrived at the venue at like 6:00 and the line was already pretty long! There were some My Days handing out photocards and I bought a Sungjin badge from one girl. (This experience is gonna make me sound so Sungjin biased but omg my bias is definitely Young K)

Once I was in the Town Hall I decided to buy a lightstick to cheer for the band! Id already ordered some of the other merch from the Subkulture Shop, because I was literally only traveling with one backpack and didnt want to buy more than I could fit in to take back home.

I had no idea on which side my seat would be, I only knew I would be 12 rows away from the stage. So, when I found my seat I was beyond happy to see I was on Young K and Wonpils side of the stage omg. With a really clear view of the both of them also! All the MyDays there were so sweet man, I had a great time talking with some while waiting for the concert to begin. Though I do honestly really wish that @mikulinneamew or @reading-river would have been there with me. Day6s instruments were already set on the stage and oh my goodness I fell in love with Sungjins Gibson Les Paul. Its white body with the black pickguard and golden hardware is SO BEAUTIFUL. Makes me want to go out and buy a Les Paul just like it, but going to this concert I used money I was originally saving for a new Fender P-Bass (That aint happening for a while now lol) but I am so not complaining. Sungjins Martin acoustic is also really beautiful, but I still prefer Taylors. Young Ks bass is also super pretty. Really, I was drooling over these instruments while waiting for the concert to begin.

Its two minutes before the concert was set to begin and everyone is already chanting “DAY6! DAY6! DAY6! DAY6!”. Shortly after the lights went dark and the screen behind the stage started to play a video introducing the members (And can I say I love how so many of their songs were mashed up perfectly in that video like wow Id love the audio of just that)! One by one then the members came on stage. First Dowoon, then Wonpil, followed by Young K, Jae and last but not least, leader Sungjin! While the video was finishing playing I could see Young K getting his bass tuned and ready to perform. I started tearing up here already because they were right in front of me? Unreal, but yet so real.

And then, the first song was: I WAIT! One of my favorite songs already ;; (what am I saying, all of their songs are my favorites) Such a high energy song for the first one. It was perfect to get the crowd hyped and pumped for what was to come! Then there was me crying of happiness and singing along though omg. DAY6 IS SO COOL PERFORMING. Sungjin and Jae rocking out on their guitars, Young K thumping on the Bass, Wonpil playing the Synth and Dowoon rocking the drums! I loved how connected the audience was with the band too like out of all the live performances from bands Ive seen, this one was definitely the one with the most chemistry with the audience and music! All of the “I WAIT!” chants were so nice to hear with the music aaaa. THE SONG ENDED SO FAST. All songs went by so quick really, but hey that just means youre having a great time.

The second song was: HUNT! I was NOT prepared for this song so early on in the show already. If I had to summarize this performance in two words: Younghyuns rap (I love it so much). I really love the guitar riffs in this song so I payed a lot of attention to Jae and Sungjin at first but man, as soon as it was rapping time my eyes were focused on Young K. His rapping timbre is soooOOO darn good. And hes such a good performer too when he does it. HE FEELS EVERY WORD HE SAYS. Hunt is such a good song. I loved it. So much.

After the first two songs, lights went back on for a moment and Jae hyped up the audience! Young K shook his head the first time everyone made noise at Jaes request, but the second time Jae asked us to make some noise BOY THAT WAS GOOD VOLUME MYDAYS HAVE GREAT LUNGS.

That was followed by: IM SERIOUS! This song is so fluffy and catchy Im pretty sure everyone was singing along in the “I cant stop loving you” part. I mean, how could anyone stop loving day6 theyre so wholesome and talented and KIND AND SWEET. Wow. Its SO FUN to watch Sungjin play his acoustic guitar he was smiling the whole time. Everyone was smiling during that performance EVEN DOWOON HE WAS SO CUTE. Its such a sweet song how can you not smile playing it or listening to it. During the acapella part Young K was shooting finger hearts and did an AMAZING adlib. I was m e l t i n g. Turning me into a puddle.

The next song was: MAN IN A MOVIE! I REALLY LOVE THIS SONG A LOT. Another really soft and fluffy song, but soOOO musically interesting. Day6 is one of the few groups that not only produces earcandy, but earcandy that is also thinking candy for people who enjoy music theory (a n d I d o) This is the only day6 song Ive actually written out a fingerstyle ukulele arrangement for (totally weird instrument choice, but Im working on rewriting it for guitar LOL). Im EXTREMELY fond of everyones vocals on this song. Especially Sungjins and Young Ks :)

After this song it was game and Q&A time! I cant remember if the preference game or Q&A was first so Im just going to talk about the preference game first.

Firstly though, all the members introduced themselves. They all looked so happy that it made me even happier LOL. For the preference game, all of the audience had to stand up and participate in a game with day6! It was so fun! First up the audience had to guess which one Jae like more, by either raising their left or right arm: The statue of liberty or Brooklyn bridge. The right answer was Brooklyn bridge and the majority of the audience (including me) had guessed it right! The MyDays who guessed wrong, had to take their seat again. Second was Bob (Sungjin). I guessed his wrong already! >3< The question was if he preferred playing Overwatch or Fifa. The correct answer was Fifa. Sadly, most people had guessed this one wrong. Next was Dowoon. We had to guess if he prefers skirts or jeans on girls LOL. His answer was jeans but it got too loud that I couldnt quite hear his reasoning. Then was Young K. Does he prefer sneakers or high heels? His answer was sneakers, because high heels are very uncomfortable (he said hes even tried them on before what a cutie). Wonpil had the most far fetched question in my opinion it was kinda funny! The audience had to guess if he likes Ariel or Snow White more. His answer was Snow White because he feels more sorry for her. Lastly was a question that would decide the faith of a lot of Jae stans hair LOL. Does he like long hair or short hair better on girls? His answer was short hair, because it makes them seem more confident. After all of those guesses only four lucky MyDays out of about 1500 were left standing! They got invited onto the stage and got a bag full of (signed!) tour merch gifted to them by Day6! It was so sweet and kind that the winners even received such a gift from Day6 themselves!

MOVING ON TO THE Q&A! Before they picked their questions to answer, Sungjin said “This! Is! Paradise!” and Dowoon sang the “Oh you are My Daaay” part of their song MY DAY to the NYC MyDays. Wonpil went first to pick his question. While each member would choose their question, the audience would sing the jeopardy theme song. It was hilarious. He chose the question: “Where did your interest in music come from?” Right when he was about to answer the question someone in the audience screamed “I LOVE YOU YOUNG K” but Young K shut her down so fast saying “Its Wonpil time!” Wonpil was flustered for a sec but then resumed to answer his question and said that he listened to a lot of hip hop when he was young and that got him interested. Next up was Young K! He chose the question: “What was the funniest moment in your life?”. He began to say that since Chuseok hes been eating more. And his most funny moment was before he came onto the stage. Apparently his pants didnt fit him anymore and he had to expand them a bit! The way he told this story was utterly hilarious and cute I can highly recommend finding a fancam of this moment omg. After him was Dowoon. His question was: “If you could have a superpower what would it be?” He said he wishes he could talk to animals. When he was in college he had a pet cat which he neglected and now he feels bad for that. He said if he could only communicate with one kind of animal though it would be bear LOL. Sungjin started imitating a bear after that and it was so hilarious omg he puffed himself up and was clawing at him. Next was Sungjin! He was lowkey dancing along to the jeopardy theme omg. His question was: “What is the hardest thing you have ever done?”. He said working towards Day6s debut was the hardest time in his life ;; He shouted out collapsedone who helped them a lot towards their debut and he was actually at the concert right there ;; Jae was the last one to get a question. He chose: “What inspired you to pursue music?”. He said he was getting into a bunch of Youtube musicians and thought he should try it out too. He met Wong Fu Productions Phil who also further inspired him to pursue music. And so Yellowpostitman was born. That concluded the Q&A! Day6 left the stage for a quick moment while the NYC Vlog-like video they made for the tour started playing. This time it was Wonpils cut! It showed the boys having fun at times square (someone in the audience screamed I SEE MYSELF and everyone laughed it was so funny) and Wonpil loosing his phone while dancing on the street LOL. I really love this vlog concept they had to play during intermission its so sweet of them.

Once the vlog was over they came back on stage and started to perform You Were Beautiful. THIS SONG IS SO BEAUTIFUL. Its one of the first songs of theirs I heard that got me into them ;; I was tearing up during this whole performance its such a heartfelt song and you could truly feel the emotions of the song being conveyed in their performance. They all sing it so softly yet powerfully. I really love Young Ks vocal parts in this song and his voice was so stable too (everyones was really) aaa ;;

The next song they performed was their debut song CONGRATULATIONS! Everyone in the audience had received a red sticker to cover their phone flashlight with during this song to create a red ocean. I wasnt in a good seat so see if it was a success or not but the lighting definitely seemed more red :) Everyone was singing along to EVERY BIT of this song it was fantastic. I love this song so much aaa. Young Ks rap makes me feel so many FEELINGS. This song was over way too quick I wish itd last forever.

After Congratulations Jae was saying that the last two songs are coming now and everyone was getting a LIL SAD that the night was coming to an end soon. (Jae didnt count the encore though ;D) Jae also took a moment to tell everyone that they should follow their dreams and not let anyone tell them that they cant make it. Even when it seems impossible to make it to your dreams he believes that we can make the jump and achieve them ;; Hearing those words from him made me a sobbing mess. For a few reasons I think. Even just seeing them perform live was a dream come true. Being in NYC (if even just for two days) was a dream come true. Its a city Id been dreaming of seeing someday since I was a little kid. Probably because music as a career has almost always been my dream. And NYC is one of the worlds music capitals. I used to want to become a concert pianist. Then I wanted to become a music teacher. Right now Im leaning more towards songwriting, production and playing guitar LOL. But as someone whos in the position where I need to decide what I want to do with my future relatively soon, Jaes words helped me so much.

Their next song was LETTING GO! And oh my goodness. I was not prepared for those buttery sweet harmonies in the beginning. I was thinking so much about what Jae had said before during this performance so Im a little blank on what special happened during this performance but I totally remember it being mesmerizing;;

Their last song before encore was I SMILE! The fanchants on this one were so strong! Everyone held their banner up which read “My Day6 which I thought I only met in my dreams is right in front of me”. I could see Young K tear up when he read it. It was so sweet :) I do wish that Wonpils synth had been a tiny bit louder because he has that cool solo part in it, but I could hardly hear it. But the whole performance was so overwhelmingly beautiful that I was crying.

After performing I SMILE they left the stage and everyone started chanting “DAY6! DAY6!” again. Shortly after they came back on stage and THEY PERFORMED DANCE DANCE. This song is so upbeat and happy and makes you forget all the stress so much I love it to bits. I absolutely love Jaes guitar part in this song too so I tried to focus on him until Brians rap distracted me AGAIN (rapper K is my weakness okay). The entire performance was so high energy it was perfect buildup to the next song they performed which was also their last performance for the night. FREE하게! This is my go-to song for escaping from the stress of life and simply basking in how powerful music truly is. So, hearing it live, as the encore really touched me (and I cried more). I felt so many emotions go through me during this performance. It felt like a reminder of why I love music so much, which sometimes is well needed. Its so energetic and uplifting. My highlight of this performance: …Young Ks rap (wow surprise surprise). Also Sungjins high note! And Jae jumping into the crowd and hyping us up even more! (If Jae tells you to jump, you have to jump.) This performance was a perfect end for the concert. I really didnt want it to end though.

After this performance Day6 bowed and thanked the audience. I dont know where to begin describing how I felt after that. I still had the high touch left but the main event was over. I felt (still feel and always will) so extremely blessed to have been able to experience that. Theyre such a wholesome, hardworking and admirable band. I felt such extreme happiness.

The night was nearly over, but the hi-touch was still left for those who had purchased a P2 ticket! Id never done a hi-touch before, so I didnt know what to expect. I only knew itd go by super quick. What I did NOT expect however, is to walk around a corner and BAM there standing is Young K, Mr. Brian Kang, THE KANG YOUNGHYUN, BASSIST RAPPER GODLY VOCALS FULL TIME COLLEGE STUDENT BUT ALSO FULL TIME BANDMEMBER HE WORKS SO HARD OK. It is a lot to take in when you see your ultimate bias being the first in line for the hi-touch. My first thought was how pretty his NOSE is. Like dang, boys got the finest nose Ive ever seen. My second thought was how intimidating he seemed though omg. But as soon as it was my turn for a brief second with him it seemed like he was glowing and flowers were blooming around him? Hes got the sweetest smile and eyes. Instead of high fiving him I held onto his hand for a second and all I could say was “I love you so much” I WAS IN SUCH AWE. He gave my hand a bit of a squeeze and said he loves me back. SUCH A NICE MAN IM CRYING.   Then it was already time to move on though and next was Dowoon! My mind was completely blank from Young K being first (I was hoping hed be last for this reason LOL) I also grabbed onto Dowoons hand for a moment and I mustve not said anything at first, because he was like “Thank you!” first (his Korean accent is adorable) so I said thank you back to him and he then gave a teeny bow like how polite omg. Thats all I had with Dowoon though (Wish I could have said more I wanted to tell him how cool he is!) But next was Jae. First impression: Hes so TALL. Second impression: Hes so NICE. I think Jae made it a thing to keep eye contact with his fans for as much as he could. I told him “Thank you so much Jae” because man especially his speech about following dreams hit me hard as I had mentioned before. Hes honestly the member I was most thankful for that night (Im thankful for them all though please dont misunderstand!) I would have hugged him if I could. His face is so pretty up close too, how can someone manage to look handsome but like a personification of Chicken Little at the same time? Jae can. Next was Wonpil! And I must say I was taken a back a little like “Who is this man?” HE LOOKS SO DIFFERENT IN REAL LIFE. In a good way of course! I held onto his hand for a moment and said “Thanks Wonpil” he nodded and had such a smug look on his face like omg. SUNGJIN WAS NEXT AND BOY THIS WAS MY FAVORITE ENCOUNTER. He was already like pulling his arm back to give a really hard high five so I was BRACING myself, because it looked like it might be painful omg. Hes the only member I actually high fived whoops. BUT his high five was so happy and so energetic! Yet it was aggressively soft? It was definitely a hard high five but it didnt hurt at all LOL. He was like “Ah yeah!” after that and I thanked him for the great show. Then the hi-touch was over for me. Even though I wish I could have had a little more time with them, I was so thankful to have had the experience in the first place.

IN CONCLUSION: This was the best night of my life so far. This definitely is not going to be the last time I see them live. If they come back to NA while Im still here you can count on me doing my best to get that P1 or P2 ticket. They better come to Europe someday too! For their next tour if it works out I might even try to go to more than one of their concerts. I was trying to go to the Toronto concert for this tour too, but my exam schedule wouldnt allow that. But I am so blessed that NYC happened. I will also definitely plan any trip to Asia around their concert schedule!

Tl;dr: I love day6 so much. See them live someday plz. Tell Brian I love him plz.

#day6innyc #day6 #day6inna2017 #zan rambles

[lesbianyennefer]

ok ive finished andromeda and so im gunna collate my final gathered thoughts below:

All in all its been a good game but for the first time in my life in not just a mass effect but a bioware game i dont LOVE it i cant even say i think its very good - ive even been edging on outright disinterest and boredom at various points throughout. bioware games for all their faults have always made me get fully into their stories get completely immersed in the world and in mass effects case in their characters too. but andromeda is the first time ever that i find myself saying if someone asked me how good it was i would say meh. if someone asked me how the latest installment in my favourite thing to exist on this planet was i would say meh. as someone who for whom the original trilogy is genuinely my favourite thing in existence there arent words for how much it upsets me. im not even like ‘i wanna play again!!!’ like i usually am because im usually still so immersed in the world. here are some thoughts and delving deeper into the things that stood out to me:

- the writing: its poor. there have been a few funny moments and lines and most of the main quest dialogue lines are good but compared to what we are used to from mass efefct it PALES. only one moment of real enjoyment stands out to me in the entire game and that was the movie night one - of the only moments in the game I got happy about like the original trilogy. the writing for dialogue not just with npcs but with companions is often clunky, nonsensical, boring and adds nothing to furthering knowledge/relationships. i honestly couldnt tell you a lot about many of them because the conversations didnt pertain to actually getting to know them. it says in the codex that they all consider me close friends but its never been mentioned that they even considered me one nor can i recall when the friendship actually got going or how we reached the ‘close’ part. similarily a lot of criticism from critics was about the base elements being rehashed from the original and its true. so much has just been copy pasted from the ot in a way that actually makes this version less interesting. the big ‘reveals’ in the story are also so badly done that when jaal mentioned the angara were made by the jaardun is it? i didnt have a wow moment like mass effect has given me in the past i was so confused by everything going on i was just like what? nobody seemed to make a big deal out if either considering an entire race just found out they were genetically engineered. the only real ‘wow’ moment i had in the game was finding out ellen ryder was still alive and jien garson was murdered and even then you cant tell anyone and its pretty much forgotten!! ryder knows that jien was murdered by possibly this benefactor who seems to have ulterior motives for all of them and she also knows the reapers invaded and as far as shes aware eradicated the entire milky way. maybe thats something that should be shared with leadership hmm? (as much as i hate tann)  

- the plot: touching on the last the plot was, to me, nothing to write home about. ive always enjoyed that mass effect has a linear storyline that you get stuck into and follow through at a good pace. now i know they said andromeda was going to be more exploration based game - which i would normally like! - but not when the exploration has almost nothing to do with the main story and is so fucking much that you could play for 3 days 12 hours a day and not get to the next bit of the main storyline!! when you space it out too much the audience - or i - loses all connection with the sporadic main plot and what we are actually supposed to be doing so much so that by the time you go to play the next segment you dont even really know why youre there or whats going on. similarly the plot never made me go :O which the ot did a lot. an example ive mentioned before is that seeing the citadel always makes me go ahhh!!! the nexus by comparison is pretty boring. despite its flaws i love the storyline surrounding the reapers and it always gets me each time i play. sitting her writing this if you asked me to detail the main plot of andromeda i honestly couldnt. i cant remember what i did or in which order. theres no substance or linearity.  

- the exploration: i again cant believe im saying this but swtor a mmo game from 2011 has more interesting open worlds with more MANAGEABLE and relevant side quests than andromeda. they might be beautiful but none of the worlds stood out to me - though i loved elaaden and the downed remenant ship star wars reference. i dont mind doing a few bland side quests but when there in the 50s and they lead you on goose chases across entire planets i begin to get agitated. i cant recall the amount of times i had to go back to planets like kadara for one 5 minute firefight and a couple of lines of dialogue. going through the galaxy map animations, the landing animations, the lift down to the slums then crossing the threshold to actually reach the map to THEN find your destination? yeah im pretty done by then.    

- side quests: tying into the above side quests! bioware hinted theyd learned a lesson from dai and taken inspiration from the witcher 3 for their approach to side quests and they appear to have done neither. there are MORE side quests than there were in dai and i actually didnt mind dais but andromedas have become an issue for me - probably because there were so godamn many. they dont have any baring on the story and they are bland and uninteresting mostly fetch quests. i hate bringing the witcher into this because i dont like giving praise to cd projekt red but the truth is bioware could stand to ACTUALLY learn from the witcher 3. the side quests in that are small in number, long in plot and actually connected to the main story. they dont make you feel like youre straying from the plot, their content is deep and very good and they quite often have major consequences. see triss’ quests in novigrad.  one thing i will say is they did seem to take a little of the last into andromeda. some choices have consequences ie saving the salarians over the krogan. that was pretty cool but still underdeveloped. 

- the relationships: by the end of the story i  can say I love all my squadmates despite the fact that i feel like i barely got the chance to know them (the only one il say i dont know at all well enough to love em is gil who has no content aside from the incredibly uncomfortable jill storyline and i wonder why hes the negelected one hmm?). i loved how they moved around and talked to each other but the amount of times i went round to see them and they had nothing to say was a LOT compared to the fact that in me3 everytime you went to see someone they had something (or multiple somethings) to say often without having to enter into a cutscene style animation just to see if they actually want to talk. in terms of romantic relationships ( i romanced peebee) i was disappointed by how little your romanced companion interjects on the story. at least in peebees case there was very little content and she seemed hardly bothered when my ryder got injected then killed herself and then died AGAIN to save them aside from a little snarky “hands off” comment when the archon grabbed her face. she mentioned a little bit back on the ship but compared to me3 and how liara/garrus/ash/kaidan would interject a lot on mission and have hints to their romance sprinkled throughout it felt like another forgotten thing. not one person on the ship mentioned me and peebee aside from a quick thing from sam when i went to see him in my cabin. also jazzed up sex scenes dont mean anything if the rest of the relationship is bland and overlooked. i prefer liara and sheps me3 scene 10x over peebees (my little gay heart still cries). 

- the music: WHERE WAS THE MUSIC??!?! one of my favourite things about games FULLSTOP and the cherry on top of mass effect has always been the music. to this day i love the atmosphere that noveria creates and vigil makes me fucking cry. the suicide mission gets me pumped and leaving earth leaves a gaping hole in my chest. (diverting a bit even dai had fantastic music. in hushed whispers, the lost temple and thedas love theme are among my faves.) aside from the heleus galaxy map music and the ambient from that one destroyed planet i cant recall a single piece of music that stood out. i can remember about 3 tunes overall the map, the main menu and the one that plays a lot when you fight kett. there wasnt even any proper ambient music for the worlds!!!!! there arent words for how upset i am that theres no fucking mission themed bangers. im just really sad about this.       

i think at the end of the day a big reason for me why i havent loved it is because as ive said before it doesnt feel like mass effect to me. to a pretty great extent i think the reason for this is the decision to move to the Andromeda galaxy. the absence of shep and the crew and the normandy is another huge factor but rather unavoidable in terms of continuing the games, but moving to andromeda has robbed the series of everything that made it mass effect. the mass relays, the citadel, the council, the alliance, earth, thessia, palaven they all made mass effect mass effect. Not to mention the quarians (one of my fave races ever), the drell, the volus, hanar, batarians, vorcha they were all a part of what mass effect IS. even the architectural style of the colonies, the nexus its all different and it doesnt have any connection to the ot and the world it created. andromeda feels like its own game completely unrelated to mass effect and one that when considered on its own has an incredibly shaky foundation and sporadic storytelling. at the end of the day it was fun to pass the time but as a huge mass effect fan i feel it was incredibly disappointing and to be quite honest i dont consider it a part of the mass effect i love.   

#i guess this is kinda like a review lmao #but yeah ofc heavy me:a spoilers #becky speaks

[chunmakowski3-blog]

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Ive always had this silly idea in the back of my head, that maybe I should be writing more than just forum posts and rants on facebook, that maybe I might have more to say, or share, than Ive been allowing myself. So, within that vein of thought, I sat down, and through a mix of two things that really did happen to me, along with some embellishment and other imaginings, I put the following partial story together. I have no idea what to expect from this, good bad or indifferent, but If you take the time to read it, please share your thoughts / critique. Writing like this is experimental for me and Im going even further on the limb by making it erotic... and know that I know, that this is rather rough. Ive gone over it a few times, and I think I could continue to edit, just this tiny piece for ages. Point is, I know Im a newb, and have a long way to go before I might be good. So be honest, but also respectful please. Advice, points, a direction... all welcome. This is just the beginning. The second piece and most of the conclusion are outlined. If folks show interest, Ill finish it up and post it as part #2. Laundry Day... Saturday morning... close to noon, still tired from staying up too late the night before. I get some coffee started then head back to the other end of the house to grab some laundry for the wash. Its a beautiful spring day, really warm outside so I pull some windows and the door open, with just the screens on to keep the bugs out. I live on a quiet street in the suburbs, and mine is the last house before a few empty lots, so I get zero foot traffic. I dont even think twice about traipsing about the house in my boxers. Im 28 years old, about six foot tall, a little too thin but muscular and wiry from working construction all year. I think that Im considered attractive despite my hawkish nose. I have long hair and about 3 days of facial growth. I need to shave, but dont much care too. If I have an attribute that stands out, women often tell me that I have nice hands. Im humming along to Sweet child o mine squeaking out of my old radio while stuffing dirty clothes into the washer when I hear a flat knock on the screen door. The door isnt latched, so it swings half open at the touch. Im a little startled and surprised when I look over and see an attractive woman, twenty-something, dressed modestly in shorts and blouse carrying a hand-bag and a stack of pamphlets. She has long, strawberry blonde hair, and I notice right away, tight, fit legs and a cute face. Regardless of my surprise, I sheepishly say hello, and without even considering that Im more naked than not I approach the door, baffled that theres anyone there at all, nevermind this pretty young woman. She appears to be about as nervous as I am, and begins a rehearsed line from the sheet she has clutched in her hand. She stutters a bit but recoveres quickly. She says My church has asked a few of us to pass out these pamphlets to let people know about our Sunday services. She looks up expectantly, while reaching out to hand me a pamphlet. I take it, and our fingers touch, giving me a slight chill down my spine. A slight breeze blows through the house and I notice that she smells really nice. A complimentary scent to the spring air. I smile and look down at the pamphlet, surreptitiously her thighs. She doesnt seem to have more to say, so I tell her that Im not particularly religious but if she wants to talk, shes welcome to come on in as long as she doesnt mind if I do some laundry while we chat. I gesture at my obvious near nakedness, expecting a repsonse, but instead she just smiles again, very deliberately pushes the door the rest of the way open and walks over to sit down on the couch. She looks demure and slightly nervous, with her legs together and a stack of pamphlets gripped tight in both hands. Despite the apparent nervousness, shes still wearing a grin that looks more mischevious than awkward. I think to myself that so far her actions have been more bold than timid. The situation was feeling rather unreal, her sitting there with me standing in only my very brief thin white boxers. I didnt really know what to do, and I dont think it was conscious thought that got me there, but I walked over and sat next to her. We both sat quiet for a few moments that felt overlong. While I was trying to think up something to say, and becoming increasingly aware of how close to nude I was, she looked over at me, a little red-faced, and then suddenly stood up, mumbled something I didnt understand and took off out the door. If you have any kind of concerns about wherever as well as how to work with mature milfs pics, you are able to email us from our webpage. I stood up to follow, but she had distanced herself from the house rather quickly and I didnt want to run outside in only my underwear. I was puzzled, and more than a little disappointed that shed left so quickly. Id gotten near as much warning with her leaving as Id had with her coming. I turned around, shook my head, laughed a little, walked to my bedroom, found some jeans and a shirt to put on and then walked outside to see her and her group a few doors down talking with my elderly neighbor. They all looked up when they heard my screen door shut. I waved, she waved back, then turned away as the group said their goodbyes to my neighbor, got into a mini-van and drove away. With nothing more to do or say, I went back inside refilled my coffee mug and sat down on the couch, still warm where shed been sitting, and attempted to take stock of what just happened. Though there had been few words and no contact, the experience left me with my blood pumping. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. My mind replaying the experience over and over, changing the subtleties to suit my fantasies. Fantasies that eventually got the best of me. My cock got hard. Throbbing in my boxers, I couldnt help myself, I reached down and stroked it thinking of what might have happened differently with this impromptu beautiful stranger who had come to my home, and then left again after such a brief encounter. As the days turned to weeks, the memory of the experience and the fantasy became a sort of routine. I would sit on the couch and masturbate thinking of the day Id had a beautiful stranger come to my door. Each time I would imagine having said something clever or having reached over and touched her leg while she sat there, each action or word a catalyst for the fantasy to bloom. A touch turned to another, and then a kiss, and well, you get the idea. Time passed, a month or more, I dont remember now. It was my day off during the week. I was killing some time playing a video game, awaiting the time free naked mature pictures to go meet my friends for drinks that afternoon. It was still warm out, and after her visit and my subsequent fantasies, Id gotten into the habit of leaving the front door open, screen door closed but unlatched. Id come down from the high of the experience, but it was still fueling my masturbation ritual on a nearly daily basis. Despite this and though I suppose Id subconsciously hoped to run into her one day, I was harboring no real belief that Id see her again. Amidst the noise and distraction of the game I was playing, I almost didnt hear it when someone at my door cleared their throat. Once again startled, I jumped a little, and when I turned to see, it was her at the door, and already pushing it open, though Id not invited her in. I was dumbstruck and overwhelmed at how attractive she looked framed by the door and the sunlight streaming in around her. She let the door shut behind her, and stood there smiling dressed in a white t-shirt and semi-raggy short jeans with her long reddish-blonde hair flowing down her shoulders and onto her chest. She looked different, less demure, and it took me a few moments to realize she was wearing makeup that was absent at our first meeting, and this time her clothes are a little tighter and I can see that through her shirt, the bra shes wearing is lacy, sexy milf, on purpose. Her cute face and fit legs are the standouts of her appearance, and though I cant tell with her facing me, I imagine that she must have a really fantastic ass too. Then, in an instant, several things cross my mind at once. I felt my face flush red, as several weeks of stroking my cock to thoughts and fantasies about this woman came flooding back to me. It was my turn to studder. I didnt know what to say, and then I began to feel myself getting hard. I thought, at least Im wearing pants this time. Feeling unusually confident, perhaps inspired by her bold intrusion, I let my inhibitions go and allow myself to become erect. I stood there facing her, each of us looking one another up and down, taking each other in, appraising. I was sure shed noticed my hard-on, she smiled and then looked me in the eye. I nervously, nearly choking on the words said, Hey again, how are you... come on in. even though she was already standing in the room. tweakmymeter

[anoldwound]

And My Wasted Heart Will Love You - Kurt/Finn [Glee]

Title:

And My Wasted Heart Will Love You

Characters/Pairings:

Kurt/Finn

Rating:

PG-13

Spoilers/Warnings:

Some slight sexual content

Word Count:

~3000

Summary:

I'm supposed to be trying to get over him, and instead I invite him over to my house for an imaginary party. Oh, God... what am I going to

wear

?!

A/N:

I have no clue if I got these characters right, but I gave it a shot. Kurt was absolutely, positively certain that he was going to be alone for the rest of his life. Call it Drama Queen Syndrome if you want, but it was still true, and he was in the mood for sitting around his room moping and feeling sorry for himself. He absently stabbed his desk with the pencil he was supposed to be doing his Algebra homework with as Joni Mitchell played in the background, and he thought about Finn's smile and his eyes and the way they would look at him sometimes, inspiring a small germ of hope inside his chest, only to be quashed the instant he remembered that Finn loved Quinn and not him – and would never love him, ever. Unless he was secretly bisexual. He could at least be a little bi-curious, right? Right?

No, he isn't,

Kurt angrily told himself, focusing his attention back to the imaginary numbers equation he was supposed to be doing. Imaginary numbers. Imaginary, like the entire fantasy world he had constructed around –

STOP IT.

Oh, God. He was so, so pathetic. His forehead hit his desk with a light thud. How was he supposed to concentrate on anything when his life was so... so

sad

? “Kurt?” The door cracked open slightly. Kurt looked up to see his dad peeking through the doorway at him. “Dinner's ready.” He gave a heavy sigh. “I'll be right out...” “Why is your room so dark? Is everything all right?” “No. But I don't want to talk about it.” A pause. “Okay.” The slit of light from the hallway disappeared, and Kurt sighed again. He switched off the lone desk lamp that illuminated his stupid homework that was utterly pointless, just like his pointless life and his pointless love for Finn. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to breathe in anything he could from the air around him, like some kind of courage, courage to get over Finn, courage to find something else to occupy his thoughts with, instead of this ceaseless aching in his heart. He remembered one time at football practice, as he forced himself to stare at his feet in the locker room instead of the men in various states of undress around him. He curled his toes and tapped his feet together three times. You could see some of the veins around his ankles. His eyes flicked over to the feet next to his, Finn's feet, pale like his but bigger. You could see the veins around his ankles as well, only they were not as delicate as his own. He idly wondered if he ought to suggest he and Finn go to a tanning booth together as Finn grabbed a dirty white sock and yanked it on. “Finn,” he said, jerking his head up. Finn looked over. “Yeah, what's up?”

Oh God, he's not wearing a shirt.

He felt a blush creep up his neck, which he began scratching nervously. “We're really pale.” He stared. “Um... yeah, I guess so.” “I hear there's a new tanning salon in the town center... do you wanna go there with me sometime?”

Oh my God, why am I asking him this, why in the world would he want to go to a tanning booth, what is wrong with me, oh my God why is he still not wearing a shirt?!

“Well... I mean, I guess it sounds... uh... well, you have fun.” He patted him on the shoulder and stood up, drying his hair with the towel as he walked away. Kurt gazed forlornly after him and wished that there was a way to travel back in time so you could kick your own ass before you said idiotic things to the man you were desperately in love with. Presently, Kurt picked his head up off of his desk and splayed his hands on top of his worksheet. Perfectly manicured nails, soft, white skin, the black cuffs of his new Calvin Klein top perfectly folded into neat triangles. Always impeccably dressed, with flawlessly coiffed hair, the height of fashion and fabulousness – why did nobody love him the way he wanted to be loved? He wasn't ever going to find anyone. He was always going to fall for the unattainable straight guy, and that was that. “Kurt! Your dinner's gonna get cold!” “I'm coming, I'm coming!” he yelled back. The smell of Chinese food wafted through the air as he opened the door, and it reminded him of Finn for no reason other than everything reminded him of Finn. *** The bell rang for second period and Kurt's feet were taking him to the hallway where Finn's locker was located, even though it was nowhere near his next class. Finn always went to his locker before second period to get his science textbook, and normally Kurt would feel like a stalker for knowing this but he had found that out completely by accident one day, so whatever. His heels clacked against the linoleum, and his heart began racing when he saw Finn coming down the opposite end of the hallway. Finn looked distracted, and headed immediately to his locker, hands fumbling at the lock. Kurt's heart was practically thumping in his stomach as he got closer (why did he always have this reaction, he saw Finn almost every single day, God he was such a mess), and he took a shuddering breath before he said, “Hello, Finn.” “Hey,” Finn mumbled, not looking at him. He finally got his locker open and grabbed his textbook. “How's it hanging?” “Fine, thank you.” Kurt gripped the strap of his satchel tightly. “Yourself?” “Not great.” He slammed his locker shut. “Quinn's acting weird again.” He hesitated, then turned to face him. “You wouldn't happen to know more about this pregnancy hormone stuff than I do, would you?” “Sorry. Can't help you there.” He smiled. “Maybe you should look it up on Google or something. The World Wide Webs.”

The World Wide Webs? What?

“I did. I still don't really get it, though,” Finn said, breaking eye contact. They stood there in silence for a few more seconds, Kurt drinking in Finn's face while Finn stood there uncomfortably. Finally Finn said, “Well, I should head to class now, I guess.” “Yeah. Have fun.” Kurt stood rooted to the spot as Finn brushed past him. He felt his chest constrict with pain and the smile faded from his face. On an impulse, he spun around and cried, “Wait!” Finn stopped in his tracks and turned around. “Yeah?” “Um – ”

crap gotta think of something

" – there's gonna be a little get-together at my house tonight. For Glee. Pump us up before sectionals. Do you wanna come?” Finn grinned. “Yeah, sure! Sounds awesome.” “Great! I'll see you at five tonight.” “See ya!” He waved and continued along his way. Kurt's grin froze like his teeth were simply clenching.

Oh Dear Lord.

There were, of course, no actual plans for a get-together. What on earth was he going to

do

?

I'm supposed to be trying to get over him

, he lectured himself in Algebra a few minutes later, as the teacher went over the homework he had never managed to finish.

And instead I invite him over to my house for an imaginary party. Oh, God... what am I going to

wear

?!

Kurt waited until the teacher's back was turned, then discreetly pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and began to text Mercedes.

Mercedes u need to come ovr 2 my house 2night wat y bcuz I told finn there was gonna b a prty but there isnt boi wat iz tha matta wit u idk but u have to come or im screwd cant i have planz but lemme txt tina k thnx

He flipped his phone closed and exhaled slowly. It was going to be okay.

Somebody

had to be free tonight, right? *** Nobody was free that night. Kurt laid down on his bed at 4:45 pm, his face smothered with the silk shirts and black pants spread out across his duvet. What was he going to

do

? It was going to look like he set this up on purpose. He was even wishing that Finn was bringing Quinn, although he probably wasn't, since she had left rehearsal early because she wasn't feeling well.

Oh, God. Okay, do NOT have a panic attack.

He sat up straight and smoothed his hair.

This is completely manageable. Just tell him the truth – that everyone was busy and that it's just me and him, and he can leave if he wants. Okay? Okay.

First, though, there was the urgent matter of his ensemble. After selecting the appropriate outfit (his Alexander McQueen sweater and some nice, form-fitting tuxedo pants by Oscar de la Renta), the doorbell rang. “I'll get it!” he yelled, and ran upstairs to answer the door. Just before opening it he took a deep breath and pulled down his shirt. “Hello,” he said, smiling up at Finn, who was alone. “Hey.” He looked inside. “Where is everybody?” “They were all busy,” Kurt said, tucking his hair behind his ear. “Jerks, the lot of them!” He chuckled faintly. “So... it's just you and me?” He looked wary. “Yeah. But you can just leave if you want; it's fine,” Kurt said hastily. “I'll reschedule. No biggie.” He waved his hand around like a buffoon and promptly wanted to commit suicide. “Eh...” Finn shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked his feet back and forth. “I guess I can stay for a little while. I don't have anything else to do.” Kurt's heart leaped. “Well... okay, then!” He stepped aside. “C'mon in!” “That sucks that everyone just canceled on you,” Finn said as he entered. “Well, to be fair, I only came up with the idea last night.” Kurt shut the door closed. “I shouldn't have expected that everyone could make it on such short notice.” “Ah.” Suddenly, Kurt's dad came out from his bedroom. “Hey Kurt, what's – ” He froze as he caught sight of Finn. “...Hello.” “Dad! This is Finn Hudson. You remember him?” He stared at Finn almost suspiciously. “Yeah. You're the quarterback, right?” Finn nodded. “He's also in Glee, Dad.” His dad's eyes slipped over to his. “What's he doing here?” “T-there was gonna be a party. For Glee. But no one else could come.” Kurt gave him as much of a “BACK OFF” look as he could without Finn noticing. “Huh.” He looked back at Finn. “You're the guy with the pregnant girlfriend?” “...Yes?” “Hmmph.” He looked him up and down, then said to Kurt, “Keep the door open, okay?” “

Dad!

”

Oh my God I am going to KILL HIM.

“It's not

like that

.” “Yeah, well...” He scratched his head and turned back in the direction of his room. “I'm gonna... go now...” He took one last look at Finn, then at Kurt, before he went back in his room and closed the door. “Oh my God, I am

so

sorry,” Kurt immediately apologized. Finn put a hand up. “Don't be. It's all right. Parents are weird and embarrassing. It's like a law of nature.” “Thanks.” He tucked his hair behind his ear again. “So, what do you wanna do?” He thought for a few seconds, then exclaimed, “Oh, dude! There's this hilarious YouTube video you have to check out! C'mon!” Finn grabbed Kurt's arm and started heading down the hallway. Kurt felt his skin go prickly and warm and cold all at the same time. “Wait... where's your room?” “You're heading in the right direction, don't worry.”

He's going to be in my room. Where my bed is. Fffffff –

“Oh, okay.” He let go of Kurt's arm and they went downstairs. Finn sat at Kurt's desk and clicked on Firefox. “I saw this yesterday and I just about died laughing. I think you'll like it.” “I can't wait.” Kurt dragged another chair over and crossed his legs. He was so close to Finn he could smell his aftershave. Finn eagerly went onto YouTube and found the video. “Here it is. You're gonna laugh, I promise.” Finn was right; Kurt was laughing so hard his stomach hurt. Finn was laughing as well, and they collided into each other several times as they rocked back and forth in their chairs and sang along, and Kurt would've sworn that Finn was doing it on purpose if he didn't know any better. Once the video was over, Kurt said, “I think we have an inside joke for life now – 'I'm a little man, and I'm also evil, also into cats'.” Finn chortled. “Nobody's gonna get it. It'll be awesome.” They both giggled, but the laughter faded away until they were simply staring at each other. For once, Finn didn't look away. “What should we do now?” Finn asked. “Well... any more absurdly funny YouTube videos?” He felt his heart go

thump thump thump

. “None that I can think of.” He finally averted his gaze. “Have any good movies? Or maybe I should leave.” “Why?” he asked quietly. “I dunno. Maybe I'm intruding.” “You're not intruding,” Kurt whispered.

What am I doing? This can't possibly end well. Snap out of it, Kurt Hummel.

“Um...” Finn shifted in his seat. “Okay. S-so... what movies do you have?” He abruptly stood up and inched away. “I have lots of movies. Depends on what you're in the mood for. Drama, comedy... romance...”

Seriously, what am I doing?! Stop making sad attempts to flirt! Jesus Christ.

“A comedy sounds good.” He looked decidedly nervous. Kurt tried to compose himself. “Great! The DVD rack is over there.” He pointed at the rack next to his TV. Finn picked up one of the DVDs and smirked. “Spider-Man.” “I don't believe that falls into the realm of 'comedy', but feel free to put it in anyway.” Kurt propped his feet up on Finn's vacated seat. His feet tingled. “I wouldn't think you'd like this kind of movie.” “Spider-Man is Spider-Man. Also, James Franco is ridiculously hot.” Finn laughed and put the DVD in, then sat awkwardly on the edge of Kurt's bed. Kurt felt himself begin to get... well,

excited

, so he took his feet off the chair and crossed his legs again.

The Holocaust. The time you found Dad's porn stash in the linen closet. Maggots. Lots and lots of maggots.

After a minute or so of that he calmed down and watched the movie with Finn, valiantly fighting the strong urge to jump on his bed and pin Finn down and start making out with him. They were about twenty minutes into the movie when Finn said, “Listen, Kurt – ” His breath caught in his throat. “Yes?” “We're... we're friends, right?” “I like to think so.” “Then – can I be honest with you?”

Oh, boy. Here it comes. Rejection City.

“Absolutely.” He braced himself. Finn cleared his throat. “I'm sure I'm gonna seem completely full of myself when I say this, but – I keep getting the feeling lately that, like, you have this... this thing for me? Or something? I'm probably just reading too much into it. I don't want to sound like one of those guys who thinks all gay dudes are in love with him or something, I just – yeah.” Kurt found himself almost unable to form coherent syllables. “Yeah – well – sure, I could understand where you, uh, may have gotten that, um, impression.” “Really? So there's nothing to it, then?” This was it. The moment of truth. Was he going to chicken out and say no, or was he going to admit it? Finn looked at him expectantly. “Well...?” Kurt took a deep breath. “It's... true.” He blinked. “Oh.” “Yes. I do sort of... have a... thing for you.” He felt like he was going to throw up. Every inch of him was trembling. “I'm sorry.” “Don't apologize, Kurt,” Finn said. He looked sad. “

I'm

the one who should be sorry. You deserve better than to be into

me

.” “You shouldn't sell yourself short like that, Finn.” “That's not what I meant. What I meant was...” He walked over and sat in the chair next to Kurt. “You deserve to like someone who can, you know... feel the same way towards you.” Kurt said nothing. Every molecule in his body felt like it was just dowsed in ice cold water. “I'm really sorry, man.” Finn bit his lip. “We're still friends though, right? I still think you're really awesome. And you're gonna find a... a great guy someday, and you're gonna be happy.” Kurt half-smiled. “I hope so, at least.” He smiled back. “You will.” He looked down at the floor and rubbed his neck. “Do you want me to leave now?” Kurt was silent for a moment, then said, “No. It's fine. Let's keep watching the movie.” “Okay. Cool.” Finn patted him on the knee and turned to face the television. Kurt bit back the screams of humiliation in his head and turned to the TV as well, feeling his heart break into a million tiny pieces.

What are you so upset about? You knew this was coming,

he thought.

Yes, but that doesn't make it hurt any less.

He stared numbly at the television, his hand resting where Finn's hand had just touched him, and they watched Spider-Man together, and that was that. And that was all it was ever going to be.