#I'm posting these with black dividers tomorrow!

[lolahasmoxie]

Ready to Rumble - E.M.

I saw this post today. Enjoy.

PAIRING: Dad!Eddie & Mom!Reader

WARNINGS: Cursing, pregnancy talk, and fluff

COUNT: 1.4 K

NOTE: I was unhappy with the ending, so I fluffed it out a bit. Enjoy!

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It was a frigid winter day in Hawkins, and you had never been happier to pull up to your little house. The smoke from your chimney told you that Eddie and your son were already home and preparing for your return. December 24th had been spent picking up last-minute items for your get-together tomorrow and dropping off gifts in near sub-artic weather. Your bones were chilled, and you were thrilled to finally be home so you could fully relax for the holidays.

There was no need to announce your arrival; your son happily did that as he came running from his bedroom to tackle you at the garage door to the kitchen.

"Mommy!" Ozzy Wayne Munson was six years old and was the spitting image of Eddie. He had the same cow eyes, curly brown hair, and the same smile that could light up a room. You ran a hand over his curls as he buried his face against your hip, hugging you as hard as his little body could.

"Aw baby, did you miss me?" He nodded his head as you felt a hand on your waist and another gently gripping your chin and turning you to look up at a smiling Eddie.

"Hey, Mama," he said with a charming grin before pulling you towards him for a kiss. It was chaste but heartfelt, quickly making the winter chill in your bones disappear. But before you could press further, you were both interrupted by a gagging sound from below.

"You know, when you get a girlfriend, I'm going to do the same thing to you, buddy." You gently swatted Eddie in the chest before he turned and went back to the stove, the faint sound of "cock blocking gremlin" barely audible over Ozzy telling you about his day.

"Oh, guess what?" Ozzy asked. You sat at the kitchen table and pulled your son onto your lap, his little legs straddling your hips as he looked up at you with eager anticipation.

"What, my love?" Ozzy opened his mouth and grabbed his left front tooth with two little fingers. You opened your mouth in surprise when he started to wiggle it back and forth.

"I noticed it this morning; I've been wiggling it all day."

"Baby, I know you're excited about the Tooth Fairy, but you should be careful. You don't want to yank that tooth out before it's ready."

"I know, but I want it to come out tonight. It has to be tonight!"

"Why does it have to be tonight?" Eddie asked after putting a casserole dish in the oven. He wiped his hands on a dish towel while Ozzy sighed before turning away from you in your lap to face his father.

"Because if the tooth comes out tonight, then it means that the Tooth Fairy AND Santa Claus will be in my house at the same time."

"I guess it would be pretty rad if they met each other," Eddie said with a thoughtful look on his face. Ozzy nodded in agreement, his little body vibrating with excitement.

"I know! And then after they meet, they'll have to fight each other."

Eddie would have gone home with the gold if there were an Academy Award for keeping a straight face when your child says something alarming. He stared blankly at his son for a moment before his eyes glanced up at you. Because your son was facing away from you, your eyes had gone wide, and all you could do was mouth to Eddie, "WHAT THE FUCK,"

"Um, why do you think they would fight, buddy?"

"They could see who's more powerful, then the winner could rule ALL of the holiday figures, right, dad?"

"Sounds logical to me. Why don't you play while dinner finishes, okay?" Ozzy bounded off your lap and down the hallway. You and Eddie stand there perplexed for a moment before you both break into giggles and go about preparing the table for dinner.

It's almost 11pm when you make your way to the couch in the living room. Eddie is waiting for you in black sweatpants and a shirt with a picture of Krampus. He's got the plate of cookies Ozzy had prepared for Santa on the coffee table, and he smiles as he takes a boozy glass of eggnog from your hand. You settle between his legs and rest your back against his chest, clinking your glasses before taking sips of your drinks.

"I didn't think he would ever fall asleep." Eddie mused. Ozzy had been allowed to open one gift, and Eddie had handed him an illustrated children's version of The Hobbit. Of course, Ozzy had made Eddie read almost three chapters before he finally gave in to sleep.

"Makes sense since he's our spawn. But don't act like you weren't tickled fucking pink when he started asking about the Hobbit two months ago."

"I was, but not as happy as Ozzy was when his tooth fell out brushing his teeth."

"I can't believe we created a child who wants Santa and the Tooth Fairy to fight." You groaned as you ran a hand over your face.

"Yeah, we for sure created one weird-ass kid."

"You sure you still want to try for another one?" You asked, leaning back to look Eddie in the eye. Ever since Ozzy had turned three, you had both stopped using birth control and had taken an "if it happens, it happens" attitude. He smiles down at you before placing his drink on the table.

"For you? I would have a million weird-ass babies," You can't help but smile back at him as he leans down to kiss you softly. When he pulls back, he has a serious look on his pretty face.

"Thank you."

"Baby, for what?" you ask as you reach for his hand. He squeezes back as he thinks of what to say.

"I never thought I would have any of this; a house, a wife, a fucking kid. I was just the freak of Hawkins, a joke. Then you came along, making me feel like I matter, that I was worth something."

"Eddie," you say before sitting up and climbing onto your husband's lap. You cradle his face as you wait for him to say something.

"Yeah, Princess?" he asked as his hands found purchase on your hips. Your thumbs caressed his cheeks, and his vulnerability made you want to hunt down every person who broke him down to make him feel unworthy of love and affection.

"The ones who called you that in high school are fucking idiots. You are the best person I know. That adorable monster asleep in his bedroom is a good and kind person because that's who you are. He didn't get it from me; I threaten to fight people on the regular," Eddie chuckled as he gripped your hips a bit tighter.

"Don't remind me; I can still see Hopper's face after that whole laundromat incident”.

"And that bitch should have kept her mouth shut about us," you replied haughtily as if threatening to punch a woman in the face was the appropriate course of action. "Point is, you are my favorite person in the world. I would do anything for you because you deserve it, and I really hope we get to add a couple more weird-ass kids to the party in the future”.

Eddie's eyes were glassy as he looked up at you. You leaned in and kissed him gently, hoping to convey how much you really loved him. When you pulled back, he looked more at peace, and you knew that, at least for tonight, those demons wouldn't haunt him.

"Well," Eddie sighed. "We should probably set up and make it look like Santa came through here, yeah?" You smiled at him before wrapping your arms around his neck, pressing your chest to his. You smiled at how his breath hitched when he felt your lips against the shell of his ear.

"It's not even midnight; we have time. How about we finish these cookies, have another glass of nog, then you let me love on you a bit. Yeah?”.

In the morning, Ozzy woke up, and instead of heading to his parent's bedroom, he made a beeline for the living room. He looked around, first noticing the presents under the tree, then the plate of empty cookies he'd left for Santa on the coffee table. When he looked at the couch, he realized that some of the cushions were askew, and one was on the other side of the room near the TV. His little feet took him from the living room on the path to his parent's room; he couldn't wait to tell them about the battle between Santa and the Tooth Fairy.

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[fennybunny]

HIRO HAMADA X READER

Ok so this is my first ever time using this social and I'm kinda nervous. Anyways I wrote a fanfic and I'd like to share it with the few people who are still obsessed with BigHero6. It's a older Hiro Hamada x genious reader. I post the chapters on wattpad but if I see this getting some attention I'll also start posting the chapters when they're ready here. You can find me as @Red_Madhattress there.

I hope you enjoy

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The life at the Lucky Cafe seemed more and more lively, customers flocked every day to taste the sweet creations of Aunt Tess, and as more time passed the more you could realize that two hands were not enough to do everything. So when Tadashi was busy with his lectures and university work, Hiro was there to give her a hand. Morning rush, break, lunch rush, break, afternoon rush, and finally the Cafe doors closed behind Hiro's shoulders with a tired and noisy huff from the boy’s lips. The boy turned the sign to the other side and could finally see the words 'we are open'  with his own eyes, a good thing because it meant that the only thing the people outside the shop could see was the glorious words 'we are closed', but it also reminded him that all this would start again tomorrow. Aunt Tess walked closer and stopped behind him, putting a hand on her nephew’s shoulder

"The day is finally over, huh? Go get some rest, I’ll finish up on my own. And please tell your brother we’re eating early tonight."

Hiro took off his apron soiled with powdered sugar and a few drops of coffee, thus revealing to his unpleasant surprise that a drop had also ended up on his t-shirt staining it.

"Oh come on, It was clean this morning"

He grunted again, clutching the apron in his fist and starting to make his way upstairs. He made a short stop at the laundry room, saw the pile of clothes to wash, and ignored them by putting the object in his hand on the already existing pile and then headed towards his room. The door of the shared bedroom creaked and he pushed it close with the palm of his hand.

"Tadashi"

No answer. The separator they had put to divide the spaces and as an attempt to have more privacy was open. Hiro pushed it slightly to the side looking out on the desk where his older brother was sleeping blissfully, notes over notes spread across it and under his head, headphones in his ears and a pen still standing straight between his fingers as a drop of saliva began to form on the corner of his mouth.

Hiro sighed as he slowly approached him, grabbing the glass of water on the desk and dropping a few drops behind the brother's neck. The cold water managed to wake him up.

"Wha-who? Hiro?"

With a quick move, he first checked the watch on his wrist and then took off his headphones.

"I must have fallen asleep"

"You think so?"

Tadashi made a face that immediately turned into a grin, grabbed his brother, forced Hiro's head under his arm, and then began to mess up his brother’s black hair.

"What a good boy you are Hiro, always caring so much about your big brother"

He said it with a playful tone as the boy’s hair began to look more and more like a bird’s nest. Tadashi immediately got punched in the chest, not strongly enough to hurt him but strongly enough to make him understand that his brother had not appreciated the gesture. And just like that the stupid game ended.

"Next time I won’t even bother waking you up"

The discussion ended and the 17-year-old headed for his side of the room, closing the divider again and taking a seat on the desk, Googling the city’s upcoming botfight rallies. Two weeks had passed since his last bot fight, and for him, it was time to prove his strength in the ring again. The King. That's what people called him, everyone knew his name ever since he was 13 when ,for the first time, he had stepped into the glorious nightlife of San Fransokyo. The first reaction of the crowd was that of a little boy who got lost on the way home but it took just one round to prove his skills. Yama was the name of the previous owner of the bot fight king title. It took him one night to reduce Yama to a cluster of circuits and cables and so the title passed to Hiro’s magnetic robot: Megabot. His name was now famous throughout the whole city so much so that the bot fights he participated in over time became a painful excuse for the bravest to gather and try to beat Megabot. Each time they ended up crushed and so also the dream of becoming the new number one was broken under Hiro's victorious grin. By now the only thing he needed was to find a ride for the night since Tess knew his 'addiction' to botfights and had forbidden him not only to get himself a driving license but also to learn how to ride his brother’s scooter. He needed a solution.

"Tadashi?"

"What do you want Hiro? I have to catch up on the work I lost while I was sleeping"

"You gotta give me a ride tonight."

"Ah-ah not gonna happen, you remember how angry Aunt Tess got after the last bot fight."

"You don’t have to tell her we’re going out, we can sneak out."

"It’s still a no."

Once again, silence. Hiro rolled his eyes and got up walking towards the door of the room and making sure his brother could hear every step he Took.

"Okay then I'm going to tell our sweet auntie that you spent the afternoon sleeping instead of studying and that you could have helped us out at the Cafe."

He was immediately stopped and pulled away from the door by the hood of the sweatshirt.

"It’s okay gnome but know that at the first opportunity, I’ll make you pay for a low blow like this"

Victory.

That same evening at 9:37 pm they secretly went out, passing behind the sofa in the living room where Aunt Cass had fallen asleep at least 30 minutes before watching her favorite soap opera while Mochi slept on her legs. There could be heard a slight click of the door closing and shortly after, Hiro and Tadashi were already hurtling toward the first botfight of the evening in one of the secondary districts of the city. Obviously, as usual, the plan was to see what the situation was, if it was quiet he would collect some money and then move to the nearest bot fight and repeat the process. It wasn’t even hard for him to keep his title so he was just doing it for the money. The university where Tadashi went was the best in its field of the whole city and this also meant that the tuition was quite heavy on Cass's shoulders and on the Lucky Cafe, not to mention the fact that she had to feed herself, a rather fat cat, and two teenagers. It's not like the business was going badly but it’s always better to have some money aside in case of problems and that’s what Hiro did, every week he deposited 80% of what he earned in botfights into his aunt’s bank account and left a small supply for himself for personal expenses and to make repairs on Megabot. Spare parts and things like that.

The evening went as planned, fortunately for Hiro and the other people present at the rally, no patrol had yet passed to check the area so the two brothers decided to take a break and eat a burger at the nearby fast food restaurant.

"Hiro, I was thinking maybe it wouldn’t hurt for you to expand your horizons."

Hiro sighed, took a sip of his drink, and placed the sandwich on the plate.

"Come on, we talked about this. Graduating early was a miracle for me, now I have more time to help Cass and do what I want..."

He took a French fry covered in ketchup and pointed it in his brother's face, then backed away and did his usual arrogant smile.

"Which in this case is having fun with bot fights"

He popped the fry in his mouth. Tadashi shook his head took a bite of his sandwich and kept talking while he was chewing, causing a half disgusted expression from his little brother.

"I know, but it makes me feel like you're wasting your talent and that brilliant head of yours. Other people in your place would have done something else, I would have done something else-"

A woman approached the table outside the diner where they were eating and laid a piece of paper with an address on their table. Hiro was confused and, swallowing the bite, made a weird expression directed to his brother as if to tell him to do something, a sign that Tadashi immediately caught.

"Hello? Uhm do we know you?"

The woman had long brown hair with blue on the ends, half her head was shaved, and she had dark skin and black lipstick. From her clothes, she looked like she’d just come out of the movie 'X Men', a leather jacket that went down to her knees, she wore blue elephant-flared jeans and black boots. The paper she had placed on the table contained a map and a place that seemed to be somewhere on the border of the city circled with a red pen.

"No, but I know that what I’m about to offer you is an opportunity for this little guy to turn his night around".

Hiro turned to look at her with an expression that was a mixture of surprise and anger while Tadashi tried to contain his laughter, failing miserably.

"I'm not a little guy"

"You’re a little guy to me. Anyway, as I think you already know this is the map of San Fransokyo, follow the directions and you will arrive at a palace, If you go up to the top floor, you'll find the R2W club, and since I know that this little guy is a fan of robotics, I’m sure you will have no problem finding it and coming. But in case one of you has trouble reading the map, even if it seems impossible to me, this is my number."

The woman left another piece of paper on the table. The letters read 'Bio Chem Innovations, doc Dean' and under it it had a number. Tadashi seemed to want to say something but he seemed to have been stunned by the woman’s talk so his brother took over the conversation.

"R2W? What is that?"

"Simply the most exclusive bot fight club in the city"

"How come I’ve never heard of it?"

"So...first of all, we’re not as stupid as the other rallies you participate in, we don't post online the locations where we conduct our illegal bot fights. And second, it’s a limited-number club where only the best botfighters get in, so having someone like you would be more than interesting for us. Anyway I have to go"

She quickly shook hands with both of them.

"If you are interested we open tomorrow at 10:30 p.m. sharp"

After that, she turned around and disappeared into the crowd that was still watching the ongoing bot fights a little further from the table. There was an awkward silence again, and then...

"I wanna go"

The brother choked on the food he had just started eating again, slammed a fist on the table, making it shake for a short moment, and pressed the other hand on his chest trying to swallow the bite without killing himself.

"Hell no you're not!"

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The Type You Save ~ S E V E N T E E N

James "Bucky" Barnes and OFC Alexandra "Alex" Richards

Detective James Barnes hasn't seen the love of his life in three years. Since the night she was almost caught stealing a painting. He knows it was her and she disappeared leaving him confused and heart broken.

Alexandra Richards never expected to be pulled back into her old life two years after she left it. She had found love and a home and was happy. Until a note blackmailed her to take one last job. Three years later she walked into the last person she expected to see in San Francisco. Because he lived in New York right?

They always put family before everything. And he would do anything to get his family back. Because she's the type you save.

TW: mob, death, smut, rape intentions, angst, guns, family abandonment, dub-con, manipulation

A/N: because of the Valentine one shot I'm posting tomorrow, I'm posting the final chapter of The Type You Save today. It has been fun writing a different hero this time.

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

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Previous: S I X T E E N

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

Alex stood on the grass in San Francisco, her black dress swaying in the cold wind, a storm coming in.  She sighed as she watched the casket being lowered into the ground. She tightens her grip on James’s hand as he held Drew on his other side.  

“I’m glad I was able to do this for him.”  

“Me too doll.  You ok?” 

“Its just hard.  I thought…” 

“I know Allie. But its closure.”  

She could barely listen to the prayer, her mind whirling from everything that had happened.  After everything had settle, Zemo sang like a bird.  He explained how he got involved with Grey, the threat Grey had on his family.  Grey made it seem like all he wanted was to take Alex, not explaining that he was going to kidnap Drew a week or so after his plan to break her.  

The police found Grey’s will and a letter for Alex.  Alex took a moment a couple of days after her rescue to read it.  

Alexandra,   If you are reading this, it means that I have die, probably at your hand.  That’s hard to write, considering the amount of love I have for you.   If you haven’t discovered yet, let me explain some truths.   When I first saw you, you were the most beautiful creature I had ever seen.  I wanted you from that moment on.  But your brother refused. I tried to persuade Simon, reason with him. Unfortunately, that didn’t work out.  We buried him close to the house in Boston. I hope that brings you a little peace.   As for your parents, they threaten to harm you as they blamed you for your brother’s disappearance.  I had them change their will to leave me as their benefactor before they were killed.  I wanted to keep your inheritance safe.   I left everything to you, my pet, my queen. My hope is that this letter is unnecessary, but I wanted to be sure you were taken care of, should anything happen.   I love you so much Alexandra.    Yours,   Christian.   

Alex sobbed at the letter with James holding her as she wept.  Her entire adult life before James was built on a web of lies.  When she got confirmation of his location, she had her brother reburied.  The toll of the bell snapped Alex back to the present.  

The father completed his blessing over the casket.  “We celebrate your life Simon Richards, a lost soul that has been found and now taken to the Lord. Amen.”  

They all murmured a reply and then came to give Alex their condolences. After everyone left, Alex turned to James.  “I want to see him, Jamie.”  

James sighed, “Allie, I…” 

“I need to see him.  He did this for me.  It’s the least I can do.”  

James adjusted a sleeping Drew on his arm.  “Ok, ok.  Let me make a few calls.”  

A couple of hours later, Allie sat beside a hospital bed.  Its occupant was asleep.  She took his hand and his eyes fluttered open.  

“Hey Allie Cat.”   

Nate’s face was still pale and his movements slow but there he was three weeks after being shot.  

She reached over to press a kiss to his forehead.  “Hey Nate.  How are you feeling?”  

“Tired.”   

“Getting shot will do that.” She gave him a soft smile. “What have the doctors said?” 

“Recovery is going well. Docs say I just have to be patient to get stronger.”  

“That’s good.” She rubbed her thumb over his knuckles.  “We had the funeral today.”  

Nate could see the pain in her eyes.  “I’m sorry I couldn’t be there. I’m just glad I was able to give you that.  I’m sorry I hadn’t told you sooner.”  

“Its ok. I probably wouldn’t have believed you then.”  She looked away to blink her tears away.  “How is your case looking?” 

He chuckled.  “Since I help saved two cops and a witness, its looking like I’ll be able to plea to a lesser charge. Maybe a year.”  

“That’s good. Steve, James and I are ready to testify for you.”  

“Thanks Alex.  I should rest. I have physical therapy in a couple of hours.”  

“Ok.  I’ll be back again now that I can get to see you.”  She hugged him gently and went to the door.  “Open on bay 7.”  There was a buzz and a click before the door slid open.  She glanced back at Nate with a smile and went through the door.  

James was sitting in the visitor’s lounge, checking his email when Alex walked in.  “Hey Allie.  How is he?” 

“He’s good.  Still kinda pale and slow but he says he feels stronger.”  She popped a shoulder.  “Ready?” She held out her hand.  

He took and tugged her to him, her back to his front, hugging her, breathing her in. Something he doesn’t take for granted anymore. “Ready, doll.  Steve called and said Drew asked if they could go to the park.  I said ok. Wanted some time with my doll.”  He placed a kiss on her neck.  

“Jamie, we are in the hospital,” she moaned quietly as he continued with his gentle assault.  

“I’ve missed you, Allie.  My perfect little doll.”  

She melted right there. “Ok, ok, get me outta here Detective.”  

“Its Sargent and you know it.”  

“You’ll always be my Detective.” She spun in his arms and looked into his stormy blues. “Take me to bed Jamie.”  

“Oh Allie,” James moaned. He kissed her hard before releasing her, taking her hand and guiding her out of the hospital.  The drive was laced with anticipation, the air heavy with lust from the couple.  They hadn’t been intimate, since before, with Alex dealing with the emotions of her past coming to light and Drew being attached to his parents in fear of never seeing them again.  James held onto Alex’s hand, his thumb moving over her knuckles, the sensation like bolts of lightening to her core.  

“Lightening touches,” she whispered.  

“What was that?” 

“Lightening touches,” she said a little louder.  “Before all of this, your touch always gave me the feeling like lightening through my skin.”  

James smiled.  “I remember. I believe it was the same night we conceived Drew.”  His smile grew wider. “That was a great night.”  

“It was.” Alex brought his knuckled to kiss. “I’m sorry I’ve been distant.”  

“Don’t be doll. I understand.  We’ve all been through a lot.” They made it back to their apartment.  It was eerily still.  Alex looked around as James pulled her to their bedroom.  “Tell me what you need baby.”  He sat on the edge of the bed as Alex settle between his legs.  

“I need you,” she whispered.  

“You have me, doll.” James began to kiss around the hem of her blouse.  He motioned for it to be taken off and Alex swiftly pulled it off.  “So beautiful.  My Allie,” he whispered in between kisses.  

She ran her hand through his hair.  “My Jamie.  I love you.”  

“I love you too, doll.” He stood up and lifted her into his arms.  She wrapped her legs around him as he flipped them around and he laid her on the bed. “Let’s make a baby.”  

“Now?” 

“Now.  No more threats, no more secrets.  Its just us now doll. James and Alexandra. Bucky and Alex, Jamie and Allie.”  

“Never called you Bucky. But Bucky and Alex works.  Just like mommy and daddy.” She ran her fingertips over his chin. “I love you.”  

“Oh doll.  I love you.” Soon all their clothes were gone and James was hovering over his wife. He stared deep into her eyes as he rubbed his tip through her folds.  “So wet doll.  Almost as if you were excited to make me a daddy again.”  

“Jamie, don’t tease,” Alex whined.  “I need you.”  

He grinned as he sank into her, stretching her slow.  He watched as her head tilted back and her eyes rolled back. “Feel good?” 

“So good baby but you have to move,” she moaned.  James started on a steady pace, not really using force, just letting her feel good. “Oh god, Jamie,” she cried.  

“Yeah Allie.” James flipped them so she was on top.  She swiveled her hips and he groaned.  “Just like that doll.”  She bounced on him, feeling all of him. He could feel her starting to tighten.  “You close baby?” 

“So close.  You feel so good inside me.” He grasped her hips tighter, pulling her down harder onto him. “Gonna cum.”  

“Do it, love.  All over me Allie.” James grunted at the force, wanting to be closer to her.  He flipped them again and moved his hips hard. She gave a silent scream as she tightened around him.  “Ah fuck!” He let go as well, moving slower, working them through.  

They laid there a moment, the cloud of bliss still over them. The memories of lost love, love found, and love made flooded them.  James held his girl, thankful that she wasn’t lost.  She was saved.  

F I V E  Y E A R S  L A T E R 

“Andrew! Delilah! Its dinner time!” Alex called out to her children. She felt something around her ankles and looked down to see their white kitten, Alpine, twisting herself around her.  “Yes, Al, dinner for you too.”  Her children raced in, their German shepherd, Brooklyn, racing after them.  “Wash your hands!” She turned back out the door.  “Bucky! Steve! Dinner!” 

James and Steve trudged in, still arguing on the best way to fix the bike.  “I’m telling you it’s the exhaust,” Steve argued.  

“Whatever punk, the pop noises are from the clutch, guaranteed.” James wiped his hands off and went to Alex.  “Hey momma, how are you?” 

“Tired but good.” His hand rested on the small bump on her belly, and she placed her hand over his. “Still too early to feel them, love.”  

“Can’t wait to meet them love.  Its everything we ever dreamed of.”  

“It’s more Jamie.  It’s so much more.”  

James and Alexandra. Bucky and Alex. Jamie and Allie.  

Family over everything.  

*~* The End *~* 

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Big Magz Promo! I’m making progress. I passed my first IT certification. I'm gonna be "babysitting" starting tomorrow. And I'm doing some creative / tech projects again.

My birthday is on December 9, and I live in the “third world” as a multiply disabled black native nonbinary person, with complications.

I do art, tech, and research stuff. And I help others when I can :P (silly tongue-out emoticon)

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[moxxie-joestar]

Jojo's bizarre adventure character argument about politics at 1 AM

Character presenting: Joseph joestar, Jotaro kujo, Josuke higashikata (4), Giorno Giovanna, jolyne cujoh, Johnny joestar, gyro zeppeli, Josuke higashikata (8) & jodio joestar

meanwhile at Alcatraz island

Jodio joestar: too early in the morning for this shit. *chugging some cola & saw this post* what the fuck gyro?!

Gyro zeppeli: who's disturbing my morning of peace?! *enters the mess hall/cafeteria of Alcatraz & saw Jodio* Jodio, what do you want? It's 1 AM, why the fuck are you up so early?

Jodio: I want you to use every cell in your brain & figure out why you tweet this shit, man!

Gyro: what?! It's true! Out current President is sucking up to the British, & the brazil are trying to take our county!

Jodio: you do realize that you said is insensitive, right? America isn't about attacking people, you fucking idiot!

Gyro: O/C it is! Who're you to tell me that Robert E.O. Speedwagon was in the wrong? & if we had used guns in Australia, all that shit about the enemies 2fort taking over wouldn't have happened either!

Johnny joestar: what're you boys yappin' about? Don't you know what time it is?

Jodio: this fucker dickhead thinks that we should have attack the 2fort & the gm_construct. He's like, worse than Afghanistan terrorist!

Gyro: it is damn true that if we had nuked them sooner, we would have dominated the entire world & it would have been way better then this dystopia!

Johnny: IDC about them Britain or Brazilian people.

Jodio & gyro: WHAT!?!

Johnny: why should we be concerned over some distant nations? America's dying, we need reshape it to be confederacy once again.

Jodio: are you fucking kidding me right now?!

Johnny: yeah it's the way things were always meant to be, it's natural, that's why we need segregation now, segregation tomorrow, & segregation forever.

Jodio: you should seriously reconsider your words, man. Segregation ain't cool.

Gyro: yeah, & it divides people, not unite them!

Johnny: I can't stand havin' to see a Chinese person, or a Hispanic, claimin' they're the better of me, I can't. & not to mention, black people cause 70% of the crime.

Jodio: you make one more racist word & I'm cancelling you on Twitter, Johnny. I'm not joking.

Johnny: take example of south Africa, it prospered, now it is a shithole filled with incompetent people, That's what happens when you get rid of segregation, son!

Jodio: no, it's failed B/C separating people of skin color was morally wrong in the world, that's why apartheid south Africa failed, nobody liked segregation dude!

Gyro: you also believe in a cause that failed! How's it feel to have your asses kicked by the North, traitor?

Johnny: shut your damn mouths, you two are Yankee sons of bitches!

jolyne cujoh: what the bloody hell are you blokes doin' up at 1 AM in the mornin'?!

Jodio: we're talking about politics here, just go back to bed.

Jolyne: politics?! That's my favorite discussion! I'm lib-right. I love my guns.

Jodio: WTF? You don't need an AR-15 to protect your ass!

Jolyne: what're you talking about I don't have an AR-15 you bloody mongrel! I carry my M16A2 with me. I also carry my launcher, ever heard the song: "keep your rifle by your side" ?

Jodio: that's from fucking game. I can't believe you take that shit seriously girl! Also guns kill a lot of people man as John seed once said: "we'll take your AR-15's"!

Jolyne: oh you want my weapons huh? Well you're gonna have to come & take it, wanker!

Johnny: I won't lie. You don't need those big guns anyway.

Jolyne: yes I fucking do! What if some intruder comes into my house & I didn't have a weapon? WTF am I supposed to do? Call the police? I'll be dead by the second I call them!

Gyro: it's called obeying the law, you australian son of a bitch! Most shootings happen B/C of people like you!

Giorno Giovanna: why are you guys up early?! We were supposed to wake up at 6 AM, not fucking 1 AM!

Jodio: OH shit, it's the drug lord.

Giorno: what did you just called me?!

Jolyne: why are you assuming that he's a drug lord? He could be something else!

Jodio: what? He could be a drug lord, dude!

Gyro: hate to say it, but that libtard's right. We have a drug lord on our army.

Giorno: STOP CALLING ME THAT! I am not a goddamn drug lord! Just B/C I happen to be Italy doesn't mean I am selling drugs of cracks & cocaine! You have no clue what you're talking about what so ever!

Jodio:

calm down dude, it was a joke.

Giorno: no! I am sick of your jokes, Jodio! I want you to quit calling me something that I'm not, as for you, gyro, I want you to quit calling the Jotaro a nazbol, I actually spoke to him & he's the most reasonable person of everybody in this God forsaken army!

Gyro: he is speaks German! He is a Nazi terrorist! You're a drugs leader you're suppose to hate him, you idiot!

Johnny: Giorno ain't no goddamn drug lord, he's one of 'em stinking socialist.

Giorno: I am not a socialist either! I am a democratic technocrat!

Jodio & gyro: a democratic techo-what?

Giorno:technocrat! I believe Dr. Vu's & general Vu's science, science is what will improve us in the future! Not your stupid ideologies & not your pitiful religion either!

Johnny: how dare you criticise God like that! What dumb son of a bitch would take you seriously?!

Giorno: what's wrong with my views?! You're the one who thinks that the divine entity telling you to do something when it doesn't exist! God didn't fuck your mom, YOUR DAD DID!

Johnny: everyone knows that God is what progress us & protect us, not your damn science!

Gyro: & democracy is weak! Just look at the U.S. & how fucked up we now B/C of these politicians!

Giorno: democracy is what makes the individual free! & we need more intelligent people in this world, the only people I would consider intelligent is Jotaro, Joseph, speedwagon & Anthony Smith!

Jodio: yeah gyro! Are you a crazy fascist like that demented Trump?

Gyro: trump? Fascist? Are you joking you hippy bastard? I am a PATRIOT, I believe in United States of America, being the shiny beacon of the motherfucking world! We have a DUTY to spread out great ways overseas! But look at the woke democrats & the crazy foaming republicans! They have lost the way of the true American patriot, now they're making the U.S. A circus & the federal government are the clowns! It's time we get a good old green camo & gold stars makeover in the white house! It's time we have another General like Patton Washington or even poopy me for President!

Jotaro kujo: [RAGE STAR PLATINUM ORA]

Jodio, gyro, Johnny, Jolyne & Giorno: [scared & screams]

Jotaro: for the love of all that is mighty, could you all shut up? I am trying to sleep & you all are SCREAMING LIKE A BONDLE OF SQUALING HOGS!

Jolyne: who the bloody fuck you callin' a 'squaling hogs'?! You're fatty fuck!

Jotaro: Jolyne, I'll duct tape your mouth & tie up your wrists & ankles, so I can use you as a pillow! & you gyro! Knock it off with the terror shit!

Gyro: or what?! You're from Japan, you were SPEAK & disguised as German! You're a terrorist! I should deport you to the HUAC for UN-America attitude for this!

Jotaro: gyro for the last goddamn time just B/C I was disguised & speak a German, DOESN'T MEAN I AM A FUCKING TERRORIST!

Giorno: yeah! & you need to STFU with your anti-terrorist rhetoric! It's getting pretty old! WE'RE SICKING TIRED OF YOUR GODDAMN SHIT! You think some douchebag like speedwagon is always 100% right, he didn't even have proof of any terrorist imfiltration, that's how irrelevant he was! He was a useless fuck in the end!

Gyro: irrelevant? As irrelevant as Islamist terrorist & North Korean were in their times compared to President Eisenhower!

Jodio: he wasn't even the President at the time, that was, Truman, you fucking idiot!

Johnny: at least he didn't consider ending segregation like Eisenhower did!

Gyro: Johnny joestar, you're more racist than goddamn Trump, you know that? At least the military isn't segregated it's integrated & filled with virtuousness by our merit in history!

Jotaro: speedwagon was no better than Arabs & the Islamic or North Korea & the nuke missile! Targeting anyone & everyone who was even slightly against his ideals! Throwing allegations left & right or even on the slightest "abnormal" behavior to eliminate anyone who could politically challenge him!

Josuke higashikata (4): what in the bloody fuck's goin' on 'ere?! You guys woke me up & made me all sober! Now I can't get comfortable!

Jotaro: everyone is arguing about politics & ideologies. Gyro is also up to his bullshit again & calling me a terrorist & Giorno a drug lord.

Josuke (4): gyro. I know we're best buddies... But arguing about politics at this time of night gets you a lot of headaches. Trust me, lad.

Johnny: & Giorno is saying that religion doesn't matter! That idiot is literally ignoring meral & ethics! We need those & God on our life to be righteous!

Josuke (4): you don't speak on behalf of the lord, ya bloody racist! He loves everybody as equals!

Jotaro: & just B/C Giorno is a atheist doesn't mean he has abandoned his morals & ethics! You don't need to be religious to have those, you know that right?

Jodio: if gyro is a fascist, & Johnny's a confederate racist, jolyne's a lib-right pro-arms dickhead & Giorno is a scientists... Which I don't know think is an actual ideology, then what you two's beliefs?!

Jolyne: the big boi dad is probably a terror, or a tsarist, IDK...

Jodio: WTF is a "tsarist"?!

Gyro: I'm not a fascist you libtard! I'm an advanced for military intervention in politics!

Giorno: that's exactly what fascism is, you stupid dummkopf!

Gyro: oh shut up you drug lord, you're not even democratic you're a scientists whatever that means.

Giorno: for the last time, I AM NOT A GODDAMN DRUG LORD!! I AM A FUCKING TECHNOCRAT!

Josuke (4): I am a socialist democrat, I believe in equality for everybody, it has free healthcare & free shit that everyone would want to get.

Jodio: WTF is that? Socialism? Are you a Bernie bro or something?

Jotaro: OKAY! ALL OF YOU! SHUT UP! NOW! first off, Jodio, think of a monarchy as the eastern European version of a monarchy or empires. Second off, Jolyne, I'll wring your fucking neck if you call me a terrorist like gyro has been doing. & lastly. I am a menshevik. I support the established of a Japanese Republic!

Gyro: ohh a Republican, you can't fool me with those terms it's a JAPANESE EMPIRES republic, eh?

Johnny: now that's a good one gyro.

Giorno: you people are such childish kids!

Jotaro: gyro, you have NO. IDEAL. how much I recent the Japan emperor & what it has done. What it has done to Japan. What it has done to me. What it has done to my family!

Gyro: yeah & so what? Why should I believe you? I've never met Japan that hated emperor, you're probably just lying!

josuke (4): gyro I hate havin' to see you like this, but need I remind you that we're on the red army, again?

Gyro: WHAT?!?

Jodio: oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, pls/plz don't actually tell him that again!

Gyro: I hope Jonathan joestar & Washington is watching me...B/C this is how true patriot deals with terrorist~ better dead...than red.

Jolyne: you remember the last time he went terrorist attack at Nazi Germany & Bolsheviks Russian? He was having a terrorism breakdown. Don't mess him up like that, mate.

Josuke (4): gyro don't think about it!

Jodio: oh shit WTF is he gonna do?!!

Gyro: [ULTIMATE UNITED STATES OF AMERICAN RAGE]

Joseph joestar:

SHUUUUUUUUUT THE FHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAK UP!

What are you fucking imbeciles doing awake at 1 AM? WE HAVE TO TAKE OVER THE 123 SUNSET STREET STUDIO/MFN STUDIO IN THE FUCKIN' MORNING, & YOU ALL ARE AWAKE?!?

Jodio: my fucking ears, Joseph why did you have to yell so fucking loud?!

Joseph: mind your tongue or I'll cut it out!

Jotaro: believe me gramps. I am just as annoyed you are. They're all arguing about politics & ideologies. IDK how it started, but it all woke me up too.

Joseph: so this is what the whole screaming was about?! POLITICS?!? You all are the most EMBARRASSING character I have EVER worked with! this is the third time this week the screaming! Can we sleep for one goddamn night?! I AM SICK OF HAVING TO WAKE UP TO SEE THAT SOME IMBECILE HAS SOMETHING TO SCREAM ABOUT!

Gyro: & what about YOU new Yorkers? Do you follow a particular ideology different than mine? It so, you would be wrong as only a strong stratospheric government will enrich & stabilize our country from outside & inside threats! Hahaha!

Joseph: you want to prolong the argument? Fine, I'll have to remind you about what truly matters! You seek to rule over the badlands with your so-called "stratocracy" when you can't even tell what planet we were on! You once told me that we were on the goddamn MOON at one point! You think that by running the badlands under a military dictatorship, you'll prosper?! Need I remind you that you're under service of fucking speedwagon foundation?!!? BY MAKING YOUR OWN GODDAMN NATION, YOU'RE ACTIVELY BETRAYING THE JOESTAR COMPANY! YOU'RE BREAKING THE CONTRACT THAT YOU, SIGNED TO FIGHT FOR. I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M SCREAMING TOP OF MY LUNGS & RAISING MY VOICE, AT THE GODDAMN PERSON WHO THINKS HE'S IN THE UNITED STATES ARMY! I SNUCKED INSIDE THE GODDAMN ANTHONY D. SMITH'S OFFICE, YOU DICKHEAD, YOU'RE NOT A REAL SOLDIER! YOU NEVER WERE INSIDE THE AMERICAN FORCES, YOU'RE A CIVILIAN IN SOLDIER CLOTHING! YOU WERE NEVER PART OF THE MILITARY, YOU NEVER PART OF THE AMERICA ITSELF!

Jodio: Jesus Christ, Joseph calm down! Okay, if Jotaro is a menshevik or...democratic, & the Josuke is a socialist, then what you Joseph?

Joseph: I am a corporate, I went to central America to make deals with the SCP foundation there. I also recently purchase slaves in the underworld market, I am also human trafficker leader. Just recently I made sales on guns, M.R.E, first aid kit & more I made from working with speedwagon foundation. I have a lot of stand arrows & requiem arrow was made by meteorite from cape york, Greenland since 50,000 BCE to trade. As long as I'm interested into whatever you're offering me.

Johnny: hot damn cousin, you got anything to sell?

Josuke (4): you own people which is morally wrong! How dare you make money off of helpless people, while also sitting on half of the world's money!?

Gyro: I knew it from the stars that you were a goddamn globalist piece of scumbag shit, Joseph! Almost everybody here would fucking hate you!

Jodio: yeah & we murder enemies, not exploit people, you fucking corporatist!

Gyro: you're a coward hiding behind your money, you deserve to die just B/C you follow that ideal!

Josuke (4): I don't agree on him dyin' but he should definitely be beaten up! What do ya say lads?!

Jotaro: Josuke, are you crazy?! We can't fight our team!

Johnny: not to mention, y'all are getting uppity at his ideals, y'all are pathetic.

Giorno: oh so says the overzealot religious man who thinks God does everything he tells him to do!

Jolyne: quit mocking us Christmas, you fucking atheist nerd!

Joseph: oh yeah?! I can take everyone of you on, on gun on your head & you're fucking dead!

Josuke higashikata (8): [angry Japanese]

Jodio: holy shit, gappy we didn't mean to wake you up sailor!

Josuke (8): [growing Japanese]

Gyro: WTF dose Japanese arsonist want?!

Josuke (4): we were just talkin' politics... Nothing too serious, right lads?

Jolyne: yeah, what he said.

Josuke (8): [asking to join]

Jodio: oh, you wanna join us? Well, what's your ideal?

Josuke (8): [tell about my politics]

Jodio: WHAT? ANARCHIST?! gappy that's a terrible idea!

Joseph: you're an anarchist?!? [Laughter] that's fucking hilarious!

Jolyne: I got jarate (taught by Vaggie) here if something goes horrible wrong, lads.

Josuke (8): [angry Japanese about society being terrorist]

Jodio: okay this is not good in here uh.

Jotaro: gappy! Don't you dare!

[Roundabout by yes playing]

⬅ TO BE CONTINUED ⬛

Original name was (TF2 15.AI) The RED TEAM debate over ideologies politics at 4 AM

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[torotoro0]

I have this on my wattpad, I divide the chapters there, because in tmblr I post 1000 to 2000 words every chapter, while in wattpad I want to post at least 1000 words per chapter. {P.S. In the wattpad version of this, It has more details on which characters will be here, at the end of this story, I will write my wattpad user}

Morpheus x Reader

'The Nightmare's Dream' {Chapter 3}

{Click for the chapters}

For love is no part of the dreamworld. Love belongs to Desire, and Desire is always cruel.

Word Count: 1.9k {sorry its short}

After putting up fliers here and there, we went ahead and went 'home', Hal paid for what they call a 'taxi', in the olden days, it was carriages but now, more technical, our ride was short, since the beach was just near their dorm. Hal told me that, their are 2 more vacant rooms for rent, and of course, I picked the one in their 2nd floor, I mean- you would pick a room with a balcony would you? hm, that's what I thought.

Lucifer kept bugging me with her so called familiar, It kept following us around the beach, up until Rose called it and told me to keep them, it was a Polish Lowland Sheepdog, it was growling here and there, its hair was covering its eyes, covering its feet, and it had a very, very stinky fluffy tail.

In short.

It was absolutely hairy.

It also kept nudging my legs, bumping me, jumping on me, but on the other hand, it was nice, kind, and good boy in front of the two, like girl- I'm here working my ass of for your request and you'll even add a burden, fucking bitch.

"Home at last!" Hal exhaled. Standing before a house, it was coated with the color black with some white highlights, vintage decorations were displayed outside, a tall hedge of bush was surrounding the lot. Vined sculped pillars welcomed us as we entered his abode. {Imagine there were vine sculped pillars for more details *wink wink*}

"Where is everyone?" Rose looks around. "Must have all gone to bed I guess?" I stated as I brushed my fingers across the vintage appliances.

"That's a bummer, I wanted to introduce you to them!" Hal shrugged. His house doesn't seem so bad, except for the fact that Lucifer's dog is here, it was decent, not like my room in hell.

"Well there's not much to do in Cape Kennedy after dark."

"Or during the day for that matter" Hal approaches the dog, petting him. "Who's a cute dog you are! oh you are! what a cute dog!, handsome even!"

A gentle tap awoke me from my zoning out, "So what will you name him?" Rose stood beside me. "You can't keep a dog with no name yeah?"

"I suppose, but I have no idea of what to even name it" If there's anyone who would want to name something that's mine, its Lucifer.

Once, I adopted a toad, and called it {any name}, it infuriated Lucifer to the point where she squished it in front of me, and called it disgusting.

"Hm, maybe I'll know what to name it tomorrow" a smile tugged its way to my lips. "Well- let me know if you need any help all right? I'll be more than thankful to help you" Rose held my shoulders as if I were to cry and needed comfort.

"Sure!"

"Chop chop ladies, I still have to tour this young lady the house tomorrow, make sure you two get a goodnight's sleep yeah?" Hal held our shoulders and hugged us. "Uh, hal- I can't breath-" I muttered, tapping his back.

"Oh sorry sorry, haha, you just look so cute and squishy Y/N, forgive me" he chuckles and led me to my room. "See you tomorrow Y/N!" Rose waved goodbye before heading to her room.

"This- this.." he murmured. "This will be your room" opening the door, we were met by a dark room, moon illuminating its way at the balcony, curtains swaying to the breeze, it felt so nostalgic to be here, a queen sized bed was decorated with vine carvings, ceiling and walls decorated with ornate elements and accent lighting to highlight the details.

"Sorry for the mess" he waves his hands. "This was my grandmother's office room, she spent most of her time here, writing, sometimes knitting" I trace my fingers along the headboard, it was majestic let me tell you.

"She was a collector of vintage things, sorry for all the extras here haha" he scratches his nape. "Oh no its fine, I'm a fan of vintage things too, so don't worry about it"

"Are you sure? some of this has wood-eating bugs, I don't want you to get bitten by those." just leave bitch- "Hal" I held my gaze at the stuttering man.

"Oh, yes, Sorry, you'll need your rest now, good night then"

I began to scan the room and readied myself for summoning her. "Can't believe I'm doing this" I shrug; closing my eyes, chanting the spell as I held my hands up.

A rush of wind began circulating around the room, knocking the boxes and books as result. The room started to heat up as the wind becomes stronger.

She's here.

"Which foolish mortal dares to summon thee!" Lucifer's voice echoed around the chamber, "No mortal here, just me"

"Ah, greetings Princess" I genuflect back. "Greetings, Lucifer.."

"What is it that you nee-"

"Why, would you send me an ugly familiar of yours?" I arch my brow, hand on my hips as I tilt my head. "Hm? Oh~ You mean Ajax? He's here to protect you"

I scoff, protect me? Your kidding "Protect? I don't need your protection LUCIFER"

"He also has other uses than protecting you, Lik-"

"Like fucking annoying me, If you won't bring him back with you, I'll kill him myself" glancing at the sleeping animal, I turn my gaze back to the winged creature. "No, but he'll be of use, but until then, keep him, and don't name him any others" Lucifer chuckles and dissipates to thin air.

"Wait Lu-" Eugh, this is no use, I thought.

A knock then chimes in as I groan, "Come in"

"Oh! I was worried that you'll be asleep by now" Rose comes in revealing a neatly folded pajamas, the moonlight illuminating her chestnut colored eyes. "Here is your pajamas for tonight, if it won't fit just tell me, I'll get anot-"

"No need, This'll do, I don't want to bother you, more or less both of us needs rest" I smile as she grins "Well- Goodnight Y/N, see you" she waves and leaves the chamber.

-

I briskly opened my eyes, frantically getting up and scanning my surroundings, my head was whipping from side-to-side. I was under a dead tree, the last leaf gracefully lands on the ground, a vulture caws causing me to look up, they were a lot, let me tell you, other's nesting on the tree, dead grey grass and cracked soil surrounds the tree.

After calming down, I stood up cautiously, you don't know, maybe Dream teleported me here to end me, or punish me, or for positivity, kiss me, Just kidding, he's a stone cold guy, I mean- look at Nada.

"Hello there" A voice chimes in making me jump.

"No, no need to be scared, its me, Ajax" He wags his tail and barks.

"Ah? you can talk? I thought you were like some kind of stray dog Lucifer had to keep"

"What! How dare you say that! I'm a heavily respected dog in our culture, I even have my own statue in Lucifer's chamber" We both held our eyes together, he keeps growling maintaining a fighting stance. His hair swaying as a breeze passes by, like a scene in that one cowboy movie.

"Oh, that old thing? Lucifer shrunk it and fed it to Ceberus, that was yours?" I inwardly laugh, I thought it was just a cheap dollar tree model Lucifer picked up, or stole from one of the prisoners, I didn't think it was a holy statue.

"WH-"

"Greetings, Your Highness" I turn around to be met by Lucienne, the light illuminating her skin, pointed ears slightly twitching, while arching her eyebrows.

"Greeting Lucienne" bowing back, I gave Ajax a glance making him growl. "And who is this little thing we have here?"

"Not 'Little Thing', the name's Ajax" he smirks, kneeling on one foot. "Ajax? Aren't you a descendant of the old Fenrir?"

"Oh, yes I am, my ancestor was truly a dutiful man, I am also well respecte-"

"Lucienne?" cutting him off as he growls at me. "Do you happen to know where Dream is?" My eyes gleamed, staring intently at her, she nods and replies.

"Lord Morpheus? Oh, he's in his study" study huh? Before the librarian could even blink, I teleported to the Dream, It has been almost a week, and I haven't progressed even, Lucifer will kill me if I fail this, smh.

"Greetings, Dream Lord" I wave both my hands up, smiling, "How are you tod-"

"What business brings you here Y/N?" His stern voice echoes around the place, eyes never leaving the book. "Can't I stroll by and say hello to an old friend?" slowly making my way in front of the table, he flips a page and continues to skim the book.

"I ask you a question" He glances up to me as the room suddenly becomes colder. "I wanna hang out with a friend, since no one wants to, your the best option I got!" dummy, he'll think I'm so suspicious, there's death or desire, or even fiddler's green.

"There's tons of endless you can hang with why choose me? I am busy as of right now, and all I know is, you cause trouble anywhere you go" a quiet sigh left me as he looks back to the book.

"And, may I let you remember, only Rose Walker and I can save Jed, you are of no help in this, if what you want is fun, go find Desire" and with that I woke up, sweating, the sun was shining brightly and the balcony doors were open, I groan as I got up.

"Looks like someone's up!" I rub my eyes, entering the living room, it was filled by tons of people.

7 to be exact, that includes Hal and Rose.

My eyes scan the mortals one by one, there was twin sisters, they were both wearing gothic outfits, ones that belong just a century ago.

then a couple who were sticking together like sardines, one blonde, and a brunette.

and lastly, a dark brown haired lady, she was looking elegant, her posture was perfect, as if she were from a well-mannered family, she smiles at me and waves.

"Everyone, I want you to meet the new addition to our fam!" Hal rushes to my side, giggling like a school girl. "Meet Y/N!" ushering me to sit down on the vacant couch.

"Uh- hello there, my name's Y/N" I let out an awkward smile, I mean- you just woke up and now is getting introduced to new mortals, I groggily wave my hand as they introduced themselves back.

"I'm Ken" the brunette man shook my hand. "And I'm Barbie"

"it's- terrible, we know" they chuckle, stealing glances with each other, I arch an eyebrow, Ken and Barbie? those are very unique and weird names I tell you. {the show Barbie didn't exist until the late 1959's and reader got imprisoned in the year 1921 the same year Morpheus was imprisoned}

"Were happy that you chose this house to rent with" A gothic dressed lady smiles, then another gothic lady whispers something to her. "The names' Chantal" she nudges her sibling who was still whispering something to her.

"And this is Zelda, she's kinda shy, sorry"

"Ahaha, nice to meet you, you guys both look divine in your... Wardrobe choices" I gave them another awkward smile. Zelda whispers something to Chantal again. "Oh! btw, we posses the largest collection of stuffed spiders in private hands on the Eastern Seaboard" stuffed spiders? Lucifer had one when I first entered her domain.

And I never saw them after that.

"That's quite impressive if I should say so myself" I chuckle. "Would you like to see them? Perhaps later this evening?"

"Nice to meet you Y/N, my name is Lyta, Lyta Hall" she shook my hand.

Well- the more side wenches I meet, the more successful this will be.

-

Sorry for the very short chapter, I was really tired in making this, it was literally night time haha. (Wattpad: Torotoro0)

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[brokenbutunbowed]

We've already gotten over half a foot of heavy wet snow the last few days, and every single one of our birds pens has been damaged.

The inner dividing walls of the pheasant pens caved in, and my yellow golden rooster was crushed to death.

The chicken and duck pen (which are next to each other and use the same fencing/ roof netting) had a complete failure of their netting and the netting actually ripped off the walls and collapse into the pens. Had to lock up the chickens in their coop and move the ducks over to the second duck pen.

The turkey pen was still partly under construction, but the netting on one side collapsed so much it was on the ground and the t-posts holding the doorframe caved in and is leaning at a 45 degree angle. It took so long to clear the snow off the net yesterday that I kept having to take breaks to lay face down in the snow because I thought I was gonna black out. Got the turkeys safely locked in their coop as well for safety.

All that to say.... we have another 10-15 inches in the forecast for tomorrow morning through Saturday and I'm legit terrified of what's going to happen. It's already difficult navigating the yard and I know the nets are all gonna cave in again if I'm not out there constantly clearing them off (they never used to be this bad, I'm not sure why they do this so much now but I'm already brainstorming modifications to add to the pens in the spring to prevent this stuff from happening next year). It's supposedly going to start snowing at like 9 or 10am and I'll be off work at 7am, so hopefully I don't have to drive in it. Might have to switch my sleep around and stay up throughout the day is I can so I can keep an eye on everything.

If work actually cares about us, they'll at least call off first and second shift tomorrow. I doubt we'll get called off because work starts in 2.5 hours for us and we'll hopefully be done before the storm, but still.... if I was still on first shift I'd be using my one singular allowed unpaid sick day to call in tomorrow.

#personaljournalposts #it has been a horrible week #between the switch to 3rds and my FUCKED sleeping this week #driving to and from work has taken an hour instead of a half hour the last few days because the endless snow storms #my body is still getting over covid from December and i still very fatigue and incredibly weak on and off #the netting coming down is just a fucking disaster for the birds and the chicken coop isn't big enough for them to stay locked in long #my poor fucking yellow golden pheasant rooster 😭😭😭 he was hand tame and bonded with my poor hen #luckily i have one more juvenile who i purchased as a young female but they gave me a male so she isn't alone alone #but FUCK every time i get a group of pheasants together something fucking dumb happens to one of them like I'm fucking cursed

[bluewinnerangel]

Hi there! I can to you from twopoppie’s blog! I sent her an ask about someone who’s willing to explain recent Larry theories! Is that someone you?!

Hi! Happy you found me, and of course I’d love to :)

So I'm going to be real honest here, I was working on this loads today. I made a big and I mean BIG draft, like a detailed long collection of shit they pulled and explaining each thing but the further I went the more uncomfortable I got. Like, gathering everything together in one single post. But I definitely want to discuss these things, perhaps I'll divide the things I wrote into seperate posts at some point, but for now I just wanna ask you instead to be more specific which theories to explain? I'd be very happy to go into detail about individual ones, and I might have a lot of shit ready in my drafts because of it now lol.

Anyway, I copied most of it to another draft but left some, have some very loud recent-ish larrying bits:

Feb 28 2020 (Harry’s Falling MV released but also:) Harry did an interview, where he said

“the fish is uh... he’s traveling at the moment, he’s on a gap year, and hopefully he will come back safe. We’re taking a little time apart”

while Louis’ Tour would start only 5 days later.

Same days:

They then geared the larrying in full speed as these dorks were in some kind of out-bluegreening eachother competition. It’s not that I want to be that person that starts screaming everytime they wear something remotely blue-and-green and call it “larry proof”, but, they seem to avoid it like their lives depend on it and then suddenly boom there is blue-and-green 3 days in a row???

Harry papped march 1st - doing interviews march 2nd - and louis’ video that released march 3rd (explained here):

July/September 2020 - during lockdown eleanor posts this one pic of louis to her instagram stories, and puts it in her highlights (it’s still there in the uh dogs folder), this is like one of the very few Louis-with-eleanor moments of the past... years? But then about 2 months later Harry "makes it his" in a way when he takes a picture with a fan wearing the same shirt... And it’s a vintage shirt, and Harry doesn’t wear Umbro (Louis often does). Sooo that’s the same damn shirt. Here a good tag about it.

Dec 12 2020 - this idiot wears a MASSIVE MASSIVE H during his liveshow. We barely see him and the one, the one show he does he shows up like this:

Really could have worn anything, chooses a plain black shirt with a ridiculous H on it. He really must love Hotels. The fact that Harry often goes by H, signs of his tweets with it and all just makes it 10x worse lol.

Jan 4/5 2021 (same day holivia happened) people who bought Harry's merch (that wasn't advertised to have bluegreen hearts on them) started receiving them, once opened it turned out they were literally the most vile bluegreening mess...

Jan 31 2021 - I went into deep detail about the spotify backgrounds but ill just link this here instead, basically Louis put Harry's tattoos on his spotify on during his Walls anniversary and Harry's birthday. He also tweeted a song "Maybe Tomorrow"

considering it was H's birthday the next day and it wasn’t even an answer to the question it looks like he really really just wanted to post that song that day and took whatever thing that came closest to a relevant question to answer this to. To make things worse, the song is about maybe tomorrow finding your way home and includes rainbows.

I don't really know if that answered anything, but I hope that helps. Anyway, my inbox is open :)

#honestly i kinda burned myself out with that draft #like i love love discussing the shit theyre doing #because i truly am convinced theyre pulling the wildest shit #aggressive larrying #but im not looking for proofs in the things they do #so then to make a post that effectively is out there with the purpose of showing proofs #trying to convince people #just kinda made me uncomfortable? #while im out here with the larry laurels masterpost and ridiculous deepdives about louis lining up his playlists to harrys albums #maybe i shouldnt be the one to talk #but ok #and also #like just the thought of inviting discourse #being by angry antis #just drained my energy bigtime #imapuddle #long post

[jbuchanan-barnes]

as long as we have each other

Summary: While on a mission, something unexpected happens to Bucky.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word count: 2,359

Warnings: Canon typical violence, mention of illegal weapons dealing, blood. This is the first time I'm posting something that I've written, and I'm very nervous. I feel like that should be a warning 🙈

A/N: Hi! This is for @wkemeup 's 9k writing challenge - Character A cleans Character B's wounds after a rough mission. [A]'s fingers linger over scarred muscle as they finish wrapping the bandage.

Congrats on 9k Kas!! Also, thank you to @thefanbasewhore for proof reading!!

divider credits to @bwbatta

After coming back from a two week long solo mission in Warsaw, you were just about ready to take a nice long bath and sleep for a week. As you walked off the quinjet, it was no surprise to see a certain metal armed super soldier waiting for you with his arms crossed.

As you close the space between you, his eyes rake over you from top to bottom to check for injuries. “I was starting to think your mission would never end,” Bucky says, smirking down at you. “And by the looks of it, I think you thought the same thing.” “Shut up,” you respond with a halfhearted glare. His smirk melts into a gentle smile as he pulls you into his arms. “I missed you,” Bucky replies as he buries his face into your neck. “Two weeks is too long to go without seeing you.” You hum in agreement as your hands travel to his hair. After a few moments of standing tangled together, you break the silence. “As much as I’d love to hug you forever, I’m dying to get out of this suit.” Bucky pulls out of your embrace, kisses you on the head, and gently takes your hand. You let him lead you through the compound towards your room, but before you’re able to make it past the kitchen, you’re interrupted. “Oh! Y/N, Barnes!” Tony exclaims, “Just the people I needed to talk to.” You groan just as Bucky responds. “Can it wait, Stark? Y/N just got back from Poland.” “Unfortunately,” Tony replies, “I need you both to Brazil tomorrow.” “There’s a guy who has been harboring stolen SHIELD tech since the incident at the triskelion, and he finally popped back up on our radar,” he elaborates. “You can’t send someone else?” You inquire, your lips turning down into a frown. “I’m afraid not,” Tony sounds apologetic as he responds. “I need all hands on deck for this mission. I’m even pulling Steve out of retirement.” Tony winks at you. “Luckily for you,” he continues, “This mission requires us to stay at one of the fanciest hotels in Río.” Tony glances at his watch before adding “I need you two in the briefing room by eight am tomorrow so we can go over the details before we depart. Until then, go rest Y/N.” You take a deep breath and nod as Bucky agrees.

As you finally enter your shared room, Bucky jokingly says “We should have snuck in through the back way.” “It’s fine,” you tell him dejectedly. “Tony would have found another way to contact us. It is what it is.” Your long bath would have to wait.

As you rush to take a quick shower, Bucky returns to the kitchen to make you something to eat. When he comes back, you scarf down the leftovers as Bucky takes his turn in the bathroom. By the time you’re finished, Bucky is all ready for bed. While you brush your teeth, he takes the opportunity to climb into bed and check his phone. When you walk out of the bathroom, you can’t help but take a minute to admire your boyfriend. Although he looks very attractive sitting in bed shirtless, your heart flutters at the peaceful look on his face. Bucky has been through so much, but with you, he’s totally at ease.

You’re broken out of your reverie by Bucky’s soft voice. “Hey,” he says with a gentle smile. “C’mere, doll.” You crawl into bed and let Bucky pull you into his arms. As you lay your head on his chest, Bucky idly traces random patterns onto your back. Just as you’re starting to drift off, his voice pulls you back. “How are you feeling about the mission tomorrow?” “Honestly,” you drowsily respond. “If Tony is okay with giving us all the details the day of, it should be pretty easy.” Bucky hums in agreement. “Why?” you continue. “You’re not worried about it, are you?” “Oh, no!” Bucky denies. “I just wanted to make sure you aren’t worried about it since you aren’t getting a break.” “I’ll be fine,” you say, pretending to be annoyed. “If my boyfriend will be quiet so I can sleep.” Bucky laughs and kisses your forehead. “Okay, okay!” he yields to your teasing. “Good night, sweetheart.” As you start to fall asleep, you sleepily respond. “Good night Buckaroo. I love you.” Just before you drift into unconsciousness, you hear Bucky’s quiet voice. “I love you too, doll.”

The next morning, when you arrive in the briefing room, Tony is too chipper for eight in the morning. While you would rather be in bed, he seems as if he’s already had two cups of coffee (at least). Bucky appears to be neither tired, nor overly energetic, while everyone else falls somewhere in between.

“Antonio Silva is the guy we’re looking for,” Tony begins by showing everyone a picture of the man you need to find. “He is originally from Campinas, Brazil.” Tony takes a moment to pull up a picture of the map.  “Based on our intell, he is planning on making a sale tonight in São Paulo.” “You said he has stolen tech?” you inquire. Steve takes the opportunity to speak up. “He actually worked for SHIELD before it fell. Well, hydra technically.” He turns to Natasha. “Did you see his name anywhere in the files you released?” Nat shakes her head. “No. I don’t think he was important enough to have in the files.” “I guess that explains why he turned on them and stole tech,” Sam laughs. “Either way,” Tony directs everyone’s attention back to the mission briefing. “He’s planning on selling to black market weapons dealers at the ten year anniversary gala of the hotel, and we need to stop the sale, arrest Silva, and capture the weapons dealers.” Tony pulls up a map of the hotel. “Steve will be disguised as a bartender, and Sam and I will be flying above the hotel, should anything go south. Y/N and Barnes, you two will be disguised as a mob boss and his wife looking to purchase some weapons. As soon as you make contact, make the arrest. Natasha, I want you floating around the room taking inventory of the weapons dealers in the room. A team of agents will be joining us to assist with taking people into custody should they not be compliant. Since Silva has the weapons in storage somewhere, as long as we have him and the dealers in custody, taking back the weapons should be easy. We just need the guy who knows where they are. Does anyone have any questions?” A series of no’s are heard as everyone responds. “Then everyone go pack, and be ready for the quinjet to take off in an hour.”

The flight is relatively quiet, interrupted only by Sam giving out some last minute instructions. However, as soon as the jet lands, everyone is thrown into go mode.

By the time you make it to the hall where the celebration is being held, the party is in full swing. You watch Natasha silently slip into the room in total spy mode. She glances over at you and nods slightly for you and Bucky to make your entrance. You make your way to the bar for the next few minutes as you watch Nat float around the room.

After about ten minutes, she walks up to the bar and asks Steve for a drink, discreetly informing you that all of the weapons dealers are here. Steve signals for all of the agents to fall into place as you and Bucky turn to approach Silva. Before you make it to where Silva is, he takes one look at Bucky and bolts. That’s when all hell breaks loose. Agents start drawing their guns left and right, while the dealers begin pulling out their weapons to fight back. As the gunfire starts, Tony and Sam join the fight, shield flying, while Bucky takes off after Silva. As soon as you know that they’ll be fine without you, you take off after Bucky. Once Bucky and Silva are in your line of sight, you can tell that Bucky is struggling. It’s apparent that Silva has found some way to disable Bucky’s vibranium arm. As Bucky does his best to fight one handed, Silva punches him in the nose before pulling out two knives. Before you can reach them, you watch in horror as Silva thrusts a knife into Bucky’s thigh, while slicing at his throat with the other knife. Bucky barely dodges the second blade, but not before the tip catches his collar bone.

As soon as you get to them, you tackle Silva to give Bucky the chance to reset his arm. You’re able to block a few of Silva’s attempts to stab you, and kick the knives out of his hands before Bucky joins the fight again.

When it’s apparent that you and Bucky have the upper hand again, Silva pauses. “I really didn’t want to do this to you Barnes, but you left me no choice.” Before you have time to wonder what Silva is talking about, he continues.

“Sputnik.”

Before the word is even out of his mouth, Bucky goes rigid and keels over. As he collapses, your whole world collapses with him. Shock, confusion, and panic roll through you as Steve arrives just in time to handle Silva. You rush to Bucky’s side, and as you find his steady pulse, your anxious heart settles just a little. There is chaos all around you, but you don’t have time to care as you focus on Bucky. As soon as Silva and the dealers are in custody, Sam and Steve help carry Bucky back to your hotel room. After they leave, you take the opportunity to pull out your first aid supplies. Just as you’re finishing collectiving everything you need, Bucky begins to regain consciousness.

“What happened?” His confusion is evident, even in his groggy state. “I’m not entirely sure,” you tell him, hesitantly. “Silva said a word and it was like it just flipped your off switch.” Bucky stays silent as you carefully help him sit up. “I need to clean your knife wounds,” you say gently. “Which means we need to get you out of your tactical gear.” Bucky helps you undress him to the best of his current ability, but he seemingly can’t let the situation pass without playfully making light of what’s happening. “You know, this would be a whole lot more romantic if you lit a few candles.” You snort in response and reply, “It would be a whole lot more romantic if you weren’t bleeding on the sheets.”

Once Bucky is stripped to just his boxers, you help him lean back against the headboard. Bucky silently watches as you pull out the butterfly bandages and antiseptic wipes. You’ve done this so many times that you don’t even bother to tell Bucky that it might sting. He knows the drill, but that doesn’t stop you from doing your best to be gentle. During his seventy years of being tortured and brainwashed, too many people have been rough with him and have treated him harshly. You know he’s not fragile, but you can’t help but pretend that each gentle touch will replace each bad memory of painful touches. Bucky doesn’t flinch as you wipe the cut on his thigh with the wipe. He simply watches as you move to apply the butterfly bandages in the absence of stitches. You wrap the cohesive bandage over the wound and around Bucky’s thigh, but you both know it really doesn’t matter. His wounds will stitch themselves together within a day or two anyway. As you move up to clean the cut just above his left collarbone, your eyes trace the marred scars where metal meets flesh. After you clean and bandage the cut, you let your fingers lightly trail over the scars. You follow the trail of your fingers with soft kisses before looking up to meet Bucky’s eyes. The way he’s looking at you could only be described as adoration, and he gently grabs the back of your neck to bring you in for a kiss. The kiss is soft, but no less toe curling. Like Bucky is using the kiss to convey the way he feels, without knowing how to put those feelings into words. When you break apart, you’re reminded that you need to tend to the small cuts and bruises on his face. You wipe the blood off and apply the antiseptic onto some of the smaller cuts before moving on to the bridge of Bucky’s nose. After cleaning the wound, you smile slightly as you run your finger down his nose. The action makes Bucky scrunch his nose slightly, and you laugh lightly at his reaction. The silence is comfortable and you’re both at ease with each other enough to not always require words.

You help Bucky settle into the bed before cleaning up the first aid supplies and moving to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

As you finish up in the bathroom and climb into bed, Bucky breaks the lingering silence. “I’m not sure what happened earlier.” You can hear the concern in his voice. “I thought Shuri removed all the trigger words, but apparently there was a fail safe buried deep in my head.” You ponder his words before responding. “We can start looking into it tomorrow. I can call Shuri and see if she has time for us to go see her.” “For right now,” you continue, “let’s just rest.” Bucky nods before tilting your chin up so your lips can meet. He kisses you softly and slowly before pulling away. “I love you.” He tells you with conviction, like he doesn’t know what might happen tomorrow. “I love you too, James Buchanan. Whatever happens, we’ll figure it out together.” Bucky smiles slightly while pulling you closer to him. You may not have all the answers, but you have each other. As you both drift off to sleep, that’s enough.

#kas9kwc #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x female reader

[impala1967dwinchester]

Sam Winchester: Out of the closet

Pride Collection 2021 June 5th

Pairing: AU! Sam W. x Sister!Reader

Pov: Y/n

Warnings: Coming out, support from a family member. Mentions of Dean and John.

Summary: Finally feeling comfortable you tell Sam your biggest secret, but you think NO you know he can handle it seeing as he is your big brother.

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N- Bisexual, @firefly-graphics for the bisexual dividers Supposed to be posted on the 5th of June, but was unfortunately postponed to the 6th of June

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Today is the day that I'm going to tell Sam my most important secret.

I've had this secret for years now. It started my last year in high school, and with Sam being the older brother is, when he left for college he took me with him.

Anyways, He got me set up in an apartment, he came and visited me every other day. Going to class, and just being normal was nice, and it lasted for a while.

There was a party for the seniors that year. I toyed with the idea of dressing up and going out or just stayin' home and studying. I was very much Sammy when it came to my schooling. Something that I'd just learned from him over the years.

I just made a choice deciding that one night of partying wouldn't hurt me or my schooling. So I dressed up in a short red dress, black flats, and the only thing I had taken with me before leaving Dean and John.

Slipping into a black jacket that was a size too big, but smelled like my older brother Dean. I grabbed my keys and left. I had never gone to a party if you don't include the father-daughter dance that John half-ass took me to the Sam ended up having to save me from. Or the random school dances that I had.

Showing up to this party everyone's eyes were on me. It was a weird sensation to be stared at but in a sorta good way. In a way that made me wonder.

Very quickly I had a few guys surrounding me, their actions were pointless as I ignored them, and I left them to discuss between themselves. One good thing that John has taught me was not to take shit from anyone, I think he forgot that also meant him.

But regardless of that, I went to go see if I could find a few friends. I was met with a beautiful woman, her long legs covered in jeans with thigh-laced-up boots and a relieving t-shirt.

It didn't click then, or later on when I was tapped on the shoulder by a taller version of the woman. He had short blonde hair, dressed like every other jock, but the immediate feeling, sense I got from him was nothing but lust.

Now it's been seven years, seven years for me to try out things with many different people, and figuring myself out along the way. I've come to the conclusion that I don't just like the men that serve me coffee in the morning, or the women that I do yoga with.

Sam's older now, just by a year his beautiful wife and his kids, live in a small starter home at the end of our quiet town. Sam's wife has always taken a liking to me. And their kiddos call me Auntie.

It all around a great part of my life to be around my family. To be around so much love and admiration for each other. But the fear of saying the truth, the fear of telling my older brother makes me worry.

Makes me worry that I'll spill the truth on a silver platter and be told I'm not worthy of that love and admiration that I crave to have, that I enjoy seeing.

Sometimes it floats around, I can see even if it for just a brief moment. I can it flutter around Sam's kids, or him and his wife the way they share just a longing happy look for each other.

"I hate to bother you two live birds, but I was wondering if I could take the kiddos out for ice cream?" I ask Sammy, he smiles and says "Sure just be careful. Love ya." I gather their two kids up and well chase each other to my car.

In moments like this, I sometimes wish I already had kids. I also wish that their uncle and grandfather could be here to see them grow and flourish into strong men and strong women.

But regardless, we listen and sing along to a special playlist that we made together. Just a thing for the three of us to enjoy. "Auntie, play our songs please!"

Sam's youngest says her politeness reminds me of him. "Yeah, Auntie you gotta play our songs and sing along with us this time!" Sams oldest screams, he looks like Sam, but in reality, has the personality and swagger of Sam's wife.

We make it to our favorite ice cream place. They always get the same things, no matter the time of the season. "You two outta try something different," I say to them, they give me a look of 'How dare you to tell me to get something different.' I giggle, and we walk out to the shop.

Getting the kiddos back, and in bed was a task. They gave their kisses to me, and then to Sam. Their mother takes them to bed, so nows it's just my brother and me. "Good night pumpkins, Auntie loves you," I say Watching the two of them holding their hands and walk down the hallway.

There's no better time to tell him.

"Hey, are you okay Y/n?" Sam asks an almost empty beer in his hand. He's sitting across from me at the dinner table. I'm in my own thoughts, I'm brought back when I feel Sam's socked foot hit the bottom of my foot.

"Yeah, you could say that I'm okay," I say back, I'm starting to worry about what he might say, maybe I shouldn't say anything.

"Look, I'm your older brother, I know when somethin' is bothering you," Sam says with a hopeful look. I frown, I might as well say the truth, that's something that Sam and I promised each other when we left Dean and John.

"Nothing is bothering me, Sammy, I just need to say something to you and I don't know how to phrase it." He puts his beer down and get's up grabbing my hand and taking me outside.

He'd always done this with me when we were younger. Dragging me to the open yard, he plopped down to the grass and drug me with him. He'd tell me when I was young, to look up in the sky and feel the earth below me. To let go of worries, and be calm be thoughtful.

"Sam, what are we doing out here? We aren't kids anymore." I said closing my eyes. "Y/n just please, do this for me. Maybe you'll figure out a way to phrase your thoughts." He said

I thought as he told me to do. It was nice to feel everything around me and not so much worry about things. "Are you better now Y/n?" Sam asked, I opened my eyes and smiled.

"A little yeah," I said, I might as well just say it, let it be in the open. Regardless of what Sam may think, or even say I'm just going to go for it. That's at least one major thing, Sammy, as taught me over the years.

"Sammy.. I've thought long and hard about telling you and even saying this out loud, but I'm bisexual," I said getting up and looking at my older brother.

He'd yet to give me a reaction, no change in his facial expression, no words yet spoken. It was just quiet, the weird unsettling silence, that gives me anxiety. Makes me worry that the sweet moment between a brother and his sister will forever be lost, that I'll never get to see my nephew and niece again.

But before I know it I'm encased in Sam's overbearing arms, he's hugging me tightly, reassuring me that he loves me, tell me that he proud of me. Everything thought that I had was wrong. He's my brother, after all, he knows me better than anyone.

"Can I ask a question, peanut?" He said, using a nickname he'd used many years ago. We were still hugging, I hummed. "Am I the first person you've officially told?" Sam asked.

I thought a minute, my partners that I'd been with hadn't really known, so yeah Sam was the first to know. "Yeah, I think you are Sammy," I said holding on tight to his hug.

"I just want you to know that I love you, and I'm always here for you peanut. Why don't you and I go out for the weekend tomorrow? Spend some quality time together?!" He asked. I smiled and hummed.

There was nothing better than being excepted and loved. Not only that but it also felt like a thousand-pound rock had been lifted from my shoulders by telling Sam.

Completed on: 06/05/2021

Posted on: 06/06/2021

Tag List: @sweetdetectivequeen @wonderfulworldofwinchester @hobby27 @fofisstilinski @doctorlilo

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[cassiaa]

Metanoia part 2

Warnings posted in the first part.

This part lacks Namjoon and is mostly a filler, but he will be back soon. Deciding on an update schedule and whether or not to tag accounts or not. Until I’m more used to posting this way I won’t be tagging people, thank you for understanding! Roughly edited.

Ava sat, twirling the ring on her left hand.

It had been a week since she had told Namjoon of the baby. He took it well. Simply nodding and smiling softly. He had stood and taken her hand, leading her to what she assumed was his office where he unlocked a desk drawer and pulled out a small black velvet box. And with a 'this wasn't how I had planned to do this....' he had asked her to marry him. Of course she said yes. Then he spent the entire night worshipping her body. The next morning she was beyond exhausted and slept the entire day.

Her parents were less than pleased, though they didn't get a say in it. Ava had told her mother briefly over the phone after Namjoon had left to America to discuss it in person with her father. Her mother didn't say much, she wasn't in a position to, she only said that she would try to come early for the wedding to be with her.

Even with Namjoon being in a different country, most of the work was still done by him personally. A lot of the wedding preparations he had taken responsibility of to make sure they would be perfect, and only left a few specifics and special touches to be done by Ava.

"Gonna sit there all day?"

"Maybe." Ava glances away from the window, grinning at Yoongi, who didn't hesitate to drop on the free couch and throw an arm over his eyes.

"Your mom should be here soon." He offered up after a moment. "You should at least pretend to be busy."

Ava scoffs, "my mom knows I'm lazy. She will see right through it."

"Maybe," he shrugs, "but it will give you an excuse to make a run for it if she starts getting on your nerves."

"Thats what you're for. And why we're not meeting here but at a restaurant." Ava stands and starts placing all the books back into their correct positions on the wall, before collect all the papers with wedding details on them and locking them in a box before setting that next to the fire place to act as decoration.

"That's a stupid hiding spot." Yoongi remarks, still not even looking. "Lazy."

"Doesn't matter." It was Ava's turn to shrug, "I just need two people not to see it, and both of those people are banned from this room anyways."

"You're not including your parents in any of the wedding details?"

"No," Ava scoffs, "why would I? If it weren't for Namjoon they wouldn't have received invitations in the first place."

"Have you sent out the invites yet?" Yoongi asks, sounding half asleep at this point.

"Most of them. But Namjoon is talking to my father in person and I told my mother over the phone. They will still get a card though, probably after Namjoon is on his way back." Ava hums, playing with the flowers in a large vase that she moved from the mantle of the fire place to the window. They were a gift from Namjoon that had been delivered that morning, they weren't the first and she knew they wouldn't be the last.

"Shouldn't you go get ready?" Yoongi finally broke the silence twenty minutes later.

Ava's nose twitched, "do I have to though? I should just go like this." She gestured to her (Namjoon's) sweatpants (that she had raided his closet for despite her closet being filled to the brim with clothes) and white t shirt that was slightly see through depending on how you looked at it. Yoongi gave a very unimpressed look earning a huff from Ava before she stood and dusted herself off.

"Fine. I won't go out looking like trash today." She grumbles, "enjoy your nap."

"I will."

Ava threw one of the couch pillows at him on her way out, receiving a laugh and nothing more as she shut her parlor door behind her.

"Would you like help Miss Smith?" Imo-ssi offered gracefully falling into step just behind her, respectfully. Ava had learned from Yoongi that her name was HaeSoo and since then had taken to calling the woman by it, despite her objections. She did compromise by adding ssi to the end, to not be rude.

"Yes please, HaeSoo-ssi." Ava nods with a smile, "that would be lovely."

It wasn't long before Hae-soo had created a masterpiece of the young woman and was ushering her towards the doors.

"Who is going with us?" Ava asked Yoongi as the man stepped from the shadows against the wall and joined her in her car. It was the same car that Namjoon had gifted her in America, a white and black Range Rover that literally sparkled it was so shiny and new.

"JK's driving and Jimin is already at the restaurant. Hobi picked up your mother from the airport and is bringing her there now. We will be there before her but just barely." Yoongi gave her the run down, glancing from his tablet to the window before speaking in Korean to someone over an ear piece.

Ava nods slowly, the team was divided up, Jin, Taehyung had gone with Namjoon to close off American deals as well as be with Namjoon when he spoke to her father and Yoongi and Jungkook had been left with her for her protection. Yoongi had dragged Hobi and Jimin into the detail when the two had showed up after their latest mission and gala coincidentally at the same time.

"Hey Noona." Jungkook grinned, hopping into the front seat. "Thanks for giving me permission to drive your car."

Ava rolls her eyes, which was seen by him in the mirror. "I didn't, don't put a scratch on it." She warns, half serious. Even if he did mess it up in any way she'd have a new one by morning, maybe even by the time she was done with dinner.

"Let's just get there." Yoongi orders.

"Let's get it!" Jungkook mumbles under his breath, a little too excited compared to the two in the back seats.

Ava and Yoongi exchange glances, Ava biting back her sigh and Yoongi quickly going back to his tablet. It would be a long night.

Finally having separated from her overwhelming mother, Ava curled up on top of the covers, hugging a pillow close to her chest.

"At least get underneath and pretend to sleep." Hobi grins, standing in the doorway and crossing his arms.

"No." Ava murmurs into the pillow. "Don't want to."

"Namjoon's going to be upset that you're not sleeping." Yoongi said closing the balcony doors of the master bedroom and clicking the lock shut.

"Don't care." Ava sighs deeply, shutting her eyes and feigning sleep. "He shouldn't leave me alone for this long then. He knows I don't like sleeping alone."

"Sounds like a you problem." Yoongi smirks, gripping the edge of the bed spread and tossing it over her half way.

"Wanna snuggle?" She grins up at him, pulling the blanket up a little more.

"And get a bullet in the ass?" Yoongi scoffs. "I think not."

Ava looks up towards Hobi, "how about you? You a wuss too?"

"The biggest." His grin widens, pushing off the door frame he flicks a two finger salute as goodbye. "See you tomorrow. Go to sleep."

"Yeah, go to sleep." Yoongi adds with a nod. "Call JK if you need anything he's probably the only one able to get away laying with you if you're man walks in tonight."

Ava's eyes brighten, "is he coming back early?"

Yoongi holds a sigh in, "probably not. But we don't need you getting anyone shot between now and then."

Ava repositions, hiding deeper in the blankets and imagining being anywhere else. Preferably not pregnant to be honest. "Ok. Goodnight."

Yoongi shuts the door behind him, leaving Ava in mostly darkness except for the pale moonlight coming from the glass doors.

It was an odd thing to crave. Wanting nothing more to be alone and nothing more than to not be alone. It was something she had grown accustomed to. Being surrounded by people around the clock but not truly having companions.  She grew up in it. And since meeting Namjoon she had grown accustomed to his overwhelming presence. He drowned out her inner demons and made her feel safe again.

#Kim Namjoon #Namjoon #mafia #bts #Namjoon mafia #jungkook #Yoongi #yandere #bts yandere #jung hoseok #kim seokjin #kim taehyung #park jimin #metanoia

[csykora]

I was going through your Sergei and Stevie answer to an ask, and I'm begging you to explain this, please : Larionov and Fetisov and all this would take a novel of their own.

Great question, thank you for asking. My monsterpiece is finished, and it is 40 pages long.

I feel I deserve credit for not 1) writing an actual YA novel about sad Russian boarding school wizard-boys with names changed for legal reasons 2) making a vid set to See You Again or 7 Years by Lukas Graham 3) starting a book podcast (yet)

I have also received several questions about “how gay” this story is, to which I can only say that it’s about found family vibes, really loud jackets, international longing, and fighting dictatorship with your found family.

[A black and white photo of Igor Larionov, a twiggy young blond man making intense eye contact and wearing an ugly jacket badly, Sergei Makarov, a brooding young man with very shiny black hair, and Vladimir Krutov, a broad-chested and beefy-armed young blond man who looks over this shit. They’re standing together with Sergei’s arms around his linemates’ waists.]

Also: young Wayne Gretzky tries to fight the KGB.

But I have one limit, and it is a 40 page-long Tumblr post. The plan is to divide that into more readable ‘chapter’ posts, post those all at once, and link them all to a masterpost. 

So I guess the question is whether anyone would like that to be posted tonight/tomorrow as a distraction read while you’re waiting at home or at the polls, or if you’d rather see it later in the month?

[viinchester]

I'll tag a few writers I can think of right now whose stuff I read daily so they'll know why I won't be active as much. It's not because I suddenly lost interest in your writing, I promise.😜

@stargazingfangirl18 @slothspaghettiwrites @angrythingstarlight @syntheticavenger @whisperlullaby @river-soul

I'm aware my blog's not really big and I only have like 100~ followers (which mostly consist of bots), but I wanted to still announce something for everyone who is interested.

From tomorrow, 31st March 2021, on, I'll be significantly less active on Tumblr and every other social media platform and I don't exactly know for how long. It may vary from 2 to 6 months or even more.

The reason for that is that I've finally been given a place in the mental health clinic that I've been waiting for since October of last year.

I'll explain my situation a little for those of you that want to know more. If you're not interested, you can just skip the next part until the divider.

TW: Mental Health

Ever since I was as young as 4 years old, I had a therapist or some support in similar form by my side because of problems in my family and social surroundings that affected my mental health pretty badly. I've had many different therapists and procedures done over the years and was diagnosed at age 11 with Severe Depression and Social Anxiety, as well as some not fully evolved traits of Autism. I've been working hard on myself all my life basically and it showed significant improvement over the years, but I still had my downs of course. After some.. rather unfortunate choices of mine regarding my views on whether I should even be allowed to continue living, I was admitted to a children clinic for mental health in 2015 and stayed there until 2016. The time I spent there and people I met helped me a lot in figuring out how to accept myself. When I left the clinic, I was provided with a social worker from the government who would visit me every week or so and take me places to work on my social anxiety and confronting my fears, as well as serving as a outlet to the situation I had going on with my family at home that I won't go into detail about. This social worker helped me a lot, I'll be forever thankful to them, even though I knew it was their job. Fast forward to 2019, a big year for me. I got a job and started working, like so many other people my age. In October 2019 I turned 18 and the government pressured me to lose my social worker, because I was an "adult" now. My problems and issues were nowhere near solved at that time, but I tried convincing myself that I would manage without any additional support. I couldn't even have a therapist because my work schedule didn't allow it, so I've been mentally on my own since then for the first time since I was 4 years old. Enter 2020, the most depressing year I've had so far. Inbetween Corona and my disfunctional family I could barely convince myself to get out of bed, and my mental health hit me straight in the face. It got so bad even my employer started to notice and my position at work was indefinitely threatened. My social anxiety crept up again and I felt like everyone was pitying me and laughing, so I stopped going to work, pretending to be sick and making excuses just to stay at home. Eventually, my mother (bless her heart, I owe her so much) intervented and forced me to face reality. She made me see that everything I've been working towards was hanging on a thin threat and that I needed to get myself together. I really tried, but nothing I did seemed to be enough and eventually I even started having very bad thoughts again, spiraling down the black hole I'd dug for myself. Thus, my mother convinced me to finally find help again in the form of a mental health clinic, seeing as it had helped me back in 2015/2016 too. Because of Corona the waiting time was longer than before, so I've been waiting since October of last year for a place there.

Now, I'm finally able to go there and because of that, I may not be online as much anymore.

I'll still try to be active at least once a day, reblogging posts and interacting as much as I can, but I probably won't be able to be here as much as I'd like to be.

I'm not sure how long this will take, they said it could be anywhere between 2 to 6 months or longer, so we'll see.

Thank you so much for any and all support, it means a lot to me and I hope I haven't annoyed anyone too much with my rambling, but I felt like I own the few mutuals and followers I have as well as the writers I read stories from daily an explanation for my sudden disappearance of sorts.

#About Viin #Personal #TW Mental Health

[coping-via-clint-eastwood]

What Happens at a Lake - Philo Beddoe x Reader

Requested by @starryfallows

(A/N: THIS IS THE LONGEST FIC I HAVE EVER WRITTEN!!! FOUR AND A HALF THOUSAND WORDS!!!!!! I AM SO PROUD OF MYSELF!!!!!!

All are by @clinteastwood-blog

Yeah sooo I’m posting it here anyway, even though it’s REALLY long. Sorry I couldn’t put the two black and white set photos, because for SOME REASON, Tumblr is telling me that I’ve reached the ten image limit, when there’s ONLY half of that! Seven with those other two! Ugh! Anyway, this is indeed the longest fic I have ever written, and I am honoured and proud that it’s a Clint fic, requested by someone on Tumblr. I love you all.

Update: @believerindaydreams taught me how to put keep reading :D thank you very much 🙏)

It took three months for Philo's bones to heal and get back to full strength. Since his main job as a car repairman really depended on both his arms having their full strength, and his other job as a lorry driver did require some strength to pull the levers in the vehicle, you had been working for twelve hours everyday at the Palomino, where you were a pianist. It was a relief when Orville returned from his nurse one month in, so you could work for just nine hours. You returned to your usual eight hours only when Philo had fully healed. During those three months, Philo and Clyde remained in the audience for you mr twelve hours everyday anyway, and you gladly let them be there - better to listen to your playing than to staying at home and listen to ma pestering him about his idleness.

It was one evening two months after Philo was back in business. Philo, Orville and you were around the dinner table, having almost finished dining. Clyde was off monkeying around somewhere and ma had finished earlier and gone to another part of the house, where she was likely griping to herself again about something or other.

"You know, we haven't done anything to celebrate," you said, looking around at them.

The boys looked at each other in question, confused as to what you were talking about and surprised at this sudden and random vocalisation. They then turned back to you. "Celebrate...?" Philo trailed off, his voice sweet and adorable.

"Your retirement," you said lanconically.

"Only from brawling! I'm still a lorry driver and car repairman!" he argued, leaning towards you slightly.

"Yeah but still. It calls for some celebration." You were still calm, because you knew that Philo was not trying to pick a fight. This was just how he always was.

"Okay...what did you have in mind?" There. He was as relaxed as if nothing had happened.

"We could go to a lake again. One with a cabin that we can rent for an indefinite period of time."

A smile immediately formed on his face. "That sounds great." He turned his head to look back at Orville.

"Yeah," Orville said, nodding, "yeah, we can do that." Philo faced you again.

"Alright! So, when do you guys wanna leave?" you piped up cheerily.

"Well, you're the one who suggested it. You decide," Philo told you.

"Can we leave tomorrow?" Your eyes darted to and from theirs.

"Oh. Sure," Philo answered.

"Cool with me," Orville agreed. You grinned at them.

When Philo and you were alone in your shared bedroom that night, he backed you up against the wall, his hands on either side of your head, the rest of his body blocking any way of escape, almost pressing against yours, and his face very close to yours. You were hyperventilating, yet you could not avert your eyes and resist staring into those gorgeous green gazers. "That was a very good idea of yours." Oh hell - he was deliberately making his voice deeper and more gravelly, the way he knew you liked it. This was something he did when he wanted to be especially affectionate with you. He did not do it during his three months of healing because you always would be too tired for it.

"I-I thought we could use it," you panted, shaking.

He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against yours, feeling the heat radiating from you. "It's agreed," he breathed, and you could feel his breath on your face. You squeaked and squeezed your eyes shut, turning your head away. He chuckled when you squeaked. "What was that?" You whimpered and shook your head vigorously, indicating that you were not going to answer. He smiled and moved a hand to rest it on your warmed cheek, gently pushing your head to face him. His thumb stroked your eyelids until you opened them. When you did, he leant in and kissed you.

When ma saw the three of you loading the truck the next morning, she, as usual, waddled within hearing range and demanded to know where the four of you were going.  "A lake, ma," Orville sighed over his shoulder as he threw a bag inside.

"A lake?!  What on earth're you goin' ta a lake fo?!"  she hollered.

"A vacation, ma," Orville grumbled out before he got inside the seating area and closed the door before he could hear anymore of ma's nagging. You were holding the back doors open while Philo helped Clyde inside.

"WHAT?!  A VACATION?!  AND LEAVING YOUR OLD MOTHER ALL BY HER LONESOME!!"  And so on.  Philo and you hurried up with shutting the back doors and getting in yourselves.  Philo sped off as soon as he was seated.

"We need a vacation from her," you huffed, relieved, leaning against the window.

"You're telling me," Orville got out as he took off his cap and tiredly rested it on his lap.

"Well at least we're actually away from that now," you comforted him. Philo fiddled with the radio and stopped when he found a station he was happy with.

The ride passed in mutual joy and comfort.  The three of you would occasionally crack jokes, and sometimes Clyde would give his input, especially when he was asked to pass a drink or food item in front.  This lasted for several hours and a few pit stops on the way.

"All right, I think this is the nearest one," Philo said as he drove through some trees.  A little further into them showed that there was a lake stretching in between them, dividing them into two. Philo drove on, and all three of you kept a watch out for a cabin.

There were two, one larger than the other. The larger one was obviously for if there was more than one guest to stay, and so the smaller one was for the lone landlord.  Philo drove up to the guests' cabin and parked.  The three of you got out then let the orangutan out as well.  All four of you walked the rest of the way to the landlord's cabin.  Since Philo was the nearest to it, he knocked on the door.  "Yeah?"  the landlord said when he opened the door.

"We'd uh, like to rent this place for a few days.  Don't know how long.  We'll let you know when we leave.  There are three adults plus," he put a hand on Clyde's shoulder, "an ape."

"Oh..."  he observed Clyde, "well, people are allowed to bring their pets here, so long as they clean up after 'em, and I do have a set fee for pets.  So that's not gonna be a problem.  I'll just come to you and collect rent everyday, so it don't matter how long you stay."

The three of you grinned at each other. "Perfect," Philo informed the landlord. The latter nodded his head politely and closed the door. "Alright!" Philo exclaimed, clasping his hands together, "let's unpack!"  And the three humans proceeded to do so.  Clyde was left outside to climb trees and do his thing.

Soon enough, all the luggage was unpacked and in your respective rooms.  You three were now seated on the couches.  There were three of these which surrounded a coffee table, save for one side which had the television against the wall.  Philo and you were on one couch and Orville was on the one in the centre.  "So, what do you guys wanna do now?"  you asked.

"Is the water clean enough to swim in?"  Philo mused, turning around and looking in the general direction of the lake.

"We can always find out," Orville suggested playfully.

You laughed, closing your eyes.  "I suppose we can just ask the landlord."

It turned out that the water was indeed suitable for swimming. As far as swimwear went, yours was just a t-shirt and shorts. So it was for the boys too, minus the shirt. Since you were the shortest, you waded in first to determine how far out was safe for you. You kept hopping until the water reached just below your chin. The two taller men followed, with Philo going the farthest out and Orville in between you two. Since it was deep enough for you, you let your legs float up so that you were now lying on your back on the water's surface. You let the current carry you out, occasionally moving a limb to change directions. Orville had swum away, which left you a clear path to catch up to Philo, who was also swimming. Once you reached Philo, you moved your legs back down and started treading water. "Hi," you said.

"Hey," he smiled, showing his teeth. He made himself stand and grabbed you, situating your legs around his waist. You put your hands on his shoulders. Smiling at each other, he walked you about.  It was a while of this before he started picking up the pace, hopping, and then pushing you away from him altogether.  You giggled as you bobbed away, treading water to stay near him.  After that, the two of you started swimming properly.

The three of you swam for two hours.  Since Orville was all by his lonesome and not staring at a romantic partner, he was the one to notice that his fingers were wrinkled.   "Alright, we gotta go," he called out, holding up hand, facing the palm towards you two.  All three quickly paddled to shore.   Philo's feet touched the bottom first, then Orville's, then yours.  Clyde was hanging from the tree that you three would pass by on the way out, looking at you all.

"Hi Clyde," Orville said as he passed.

"Hi Clyde," you followed.

"Hi Clyde," Philo finished.

"Oo oo oo," he returned to all three of you at once.

Orville went into the bathroom in his room to shower.  "You wanna go first, or shall I?  Or you wanna go at the same time?"  Philo asked.

"Same time," you smiled.  So the both of you stripped and went into the bathroom in your shared room, impulsively filling up and climbing into the bathtub rather than actually stepping inside the shower.  He sat with his back against the wall, so you sat in between his legs without your back to him.  He wrapped an arm around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder. "Thanks for being here with me," he murmured, turnings his head and kissing your cheek. He was always additionally affectionate when he was happy and content.

You smiled brightly and brought an arm up to cradle his head, running your hand through his coarse fluffy hair. "I love you."

"I love you too." His other arm joined the one that was already around you. When he felt that you were about to fall asleep - it happened everytime you were relaxed in his embrace - he hurried up with bathing the both of you.

"Nbuh!"  you interjected as your head jerked up, having been shocked to the point of waking.

"Don't sleep in here.  We can have dinner and then sleep," Philo lectured, poking your upper arm once for each sentence he spoke.  You yawned and stretched, and then cleaned yourself.

The both of you got out.  Philo drained the tub while you wrapped a towel around yourself.  You passed another to him.  You broke out into a toothy grin when you saw him vigorously rubbing it through his fluffy hair.  He felt your gaze on him and looked up.  "What?"

"Nothing," you kept grinning, "Your hair is amazing."

"O...kay?"  He just went back to drying his hair.

You laughed softly before saying, "I love your hair."

"Thank you."  You could hear the smile in his voice.

After drying off, you opened the door and headed out.  Philo lay down on the bed and smiled at you, lifting the sheets for you to climb under.  You laughed softly and crawled to him, and you two snuggled.  "You sure we can do this?  Orville and Clyde might be waiting on us for dinner."

"Mmf..." he grumbled.  He begrudgingly reached his long arm to open the closet and pulled out a pair of boxers and then trousers.  He pushed you a little distance away so that he had space to put them on and then threw his feet over the side of the bed onto the floor, the momentum allowing him to spring up. He walked out of the room, and you nestled under the covers and waited.

Orville was at the kitchen counter, preparing dinner. "Oh," he acknowledged with some surprise when he saw Philo walk to him. "I figured you'd be longer, so I got started on dinner. I was gonna call Clyde in when I was done."

"Yeah, I was, but (y/n) reminded me that you might be waitin' on us. So I came out ta check on ya."

"Well you can go on back in there and give her a thank you from me.  You can do whatever with her until dinner's ready."

"You sure you don't need any help?"  Philo offered.

Orville shook his head and said, "Nah.  I can manage."

Philo nodded his head a few times in acknowledgement.  "Thanks," he said before turning around and walking away.

"Sure," Orville returned.

You were lying with your fingers interlaced, your head resting on them as you stared up at the ceiling. Your eyes turned to look at Philo when he appeared in the doorway. "Orville says we can stay here till dinner's ready. He can manage," he said as he walked inside. As he walked, he undid his clothes. You scooted further in, so as soon as he put his clothes on the seat of the chair as he passed he could slide in. You took your place right by his side again.  He had one arm under your waist.  He turned onto his side so that he was a little way on top of you.  He reached around and stroked the side of your head with his other hand.  You smiled softly up at him.  He moved to suspend himself above you on his hands and knees now, his limbs caging you safely. The both of you closed your eyes as he rested his forehead on yours. He pressed his lips forwards slightly, just touching your own and then withdrawing repeatedly, questioning whether he could kiss you. Your breathing became heavier at his teasing, and you put your hands on the back of his head and pushed it down the rest of the way.  At the exact same time, you both closed your eyes and let out heavy exhales through your noses as you kissed.  He lowered his full weight onto you, doing it slowly so that you had time to adjust and support his weight.  "Mmf..."  he let out when you kissed him a bit more aggressively.  You kept at it, eager and needy, and he let himself take it all in.  He withdrew when he needed to breathe, and rested his forehead on yours.  Breaths heavy, chests heaving.  He rolled back to lie down next to you again.  "Was that enough, or do you want more?"  he got out between breaths.

"Mmh..." you exhaled heavily, flipping to lie on your side facing away from him, "Too much for now..."

"Alright." You knew he was grinning at you with his teeth exposed. He scooted closer to you and wrapped his arm around your waist. You sighed and closed your eyes as he buried his nose in your hair.

And it was just...this. This sweet, unbroken peace, that the two of you shared, only interrupted when there was rapping at the door and Orville called, "You uh...are you guys...busy?"

"No, Orville. We'll be there soon," Philo called back, still staying as he was holding you.

"A'right." He walked away.

Philo turned you around and gave you one more peck on the lips, holding the sides of your face. "Come on," he smiled, "Let's go have dinner."  Smiling as well, you gave a nod of your head, and the both of you got out on opposing sides of the bed and got dressed.  Clyde was already sitting next to Orville, and they were eating.  Like everytime, Philo sat next to Clyde, and you sat next to him.  There was a fifth unoccupied chair between Orville and you. Again, the dining was accompanied by light chatter.

After the dishes were done, Philo opened the door to let Clyde out again, but Clyde clung onto his legs.  "Oh...okay," his human acknowledged.  He closed the doors and carried Clyde, seating him on one arm.  Philo joined you on the couch that was in the middle this time. "What do you guys wanna do now?" he asked, looking past Clyde to the two of you.

You shrugged, "Wanna watch a movie?" Clyde immediately jumped off Philo's lap and onto the couch, banging his fists against his chest and going "Ooh ooh ooh!" The three of you threw your heads back with laughter.

"He wants to watch King Kong!" you laughed.

"I was only three years old when that came out," Philo grinned toothily.

"We- weren't even born yet," you pondered, looking at your lap.

"I'll go get it," Philo said, standing up. You each had brought a selection of movies that might be wanted at any time. King Kong did not conform to this, but there was always a friend to think about. Philo went into the room and came out not long after, holding the casing in his hand. He put the DVD in the reader and let it play. And in the end, it was online Clyde who actually watched the film. The three humans fell asleep early into the film. Philo and you fell asleep, your head on his shoulder and his head on yours, and his arm around your lower back. Orville, who had laid down so that he could prop his head up on the armrest and watch the television, just shifted backwards so that the armrest was comfortably under his neck, and he fell asleep like that, hands resting on his abdomen. Clyde considerately clambered onto the remaining couch to carry out his capers as he happily watched the movie. When it ended, he turned off the television and jumped back onto the third couch to sleep.

The next day saw no less in pleasantness.  After a nice breakfast prepared by Philo, the process of which was carried out while Orville was allowed to sleep in, the three of you took to fishing for lunch and dinner.  Clyde played in the branches above your heads.  The mood was generally lazy and mellow.

And then, it happened. Several fish in, Philo just held up his most recent catch, staring at it. From the corner of his eye, he saw you turn your head to look at him.  Before you could say anything, he swung the fish and slapped you square in the face.

"WAH!" was your cry as you slipped and fell into the water.

Orville was laughing so hard that no sound was emitted from him.  Philo was just staring down at you, tittering to himself.  He still had a hold on the fish.  Your head broke the surface, along with your spluttering and spitting.  In return, you spewed a steady stream of water at him, standing up so that you could reach his face.  "Hey, wha-" he vocalised, turning his face away and putting his hands out to stop the water from reaching his face, dropping the fish in the process.  You quickly picked up the fish, the poor thing which had died due to shock upon impact, and sent him down.  Orville was wheezing by now.  The two of you played like this for some time, with Orville, and Clyde, who came to join him, laughing away.

Philo had to bear the task of preparing dinner after he showered, because he was the one who was not tired.  You were tired out from playing with him so energetically, and Orville was lying on his bed, making his belly ache worse as he kept on wheezing.  Even as he was showering he had had difficulty breathing.  As for Philo, he was as miraculously tireless as ever.  You did not know how he did it.  He was amazing.  You yourself had taken the precaution of showering instead of bathing this time, so that you did not fall asleep with the warm water submerging you.  After putting on warm clothing, you were facedown on your shared bed, spread eagle with your nose buried in the sheets. Now you could safely doze of. It was justified as well that you were not too deep asleep, for it seemed all too soon when you felt a loving hand on your shoulder shaking you awake.  You got up and followed him to the table.  You ate your food quickly so that you could go back to sleep as soon as possible.  Philo had a loving hand stroking up and down your back the entire time you were within his arm's reach.  When he saw you were almost finished, he murmured from behind a spoonful that you could leave your cutlery as it was and he would take care of it. As he was speaking, you had finished and sprung to your feet, wanting to use your last bit of energy to propel you to the place where you did not need to consciously use energy. But when you heard what he said, you stepped over to him and gave him a long hug, bending down and closing your eyes. He closed his eyes and held you too.  You stood like that for a while, until you gently pushed him to look up at you.  He looked at you with those searching eyes, his gaze gentle and yet held so much power over you.

But it only lasted for a moment, because you closed your eyes and kissed him. He reciprocated, sweetly and meaningfully. When oxygen was needed, you pulled back and rested your forehead against his, breathing deeply. "Go to sleep, sweetheart," he murmured, stroking your hair. You gave him one last smile and a peck on the nose before moving fully away. You went and brushed your teeth, and then just collapsed on the bed, not caring how you slept. But later on, you found out that Philo had moved you into a more comfortable position, because when you woke up the next morning, you found yourself securely held by him, right by his side like always.

That day itself was also to be one of perfect happiness.  The three of you were fishing again.  It was just the four you and the fish.  Nobody was paying attention to anything that was going on in the world.

An unexpected, yet not unwelcome voice called out, "Room for one more?"

"JACK!"  you exclaimed, dropping your fishing rod and running to him. He was about to say something, but you pounced on him and hugged him. You loved giving hugs, whether it was to Philo, Clyde, Orville, or any other good friend. And Philo encouraged the good sportsmanship.

Jack was laughing as he held onto you.  "Hey.  Didn't know you'd be that excited to see me."

"We missed you when we parted," you confessed, stepping back to look at him, your hands on his shoulders.  You made way for Philo.

"Hey," your boyfriend greeted.  The fighters clasped hands. "What're you doing here?" he asked.

"Am done fighting for a few weeks. Thought I'd look for you. Went to your place, ran into a senile old woman, barely understood that you were at a lake.  Had to go on a bit of a hunt.  But, here I am."

"Yeah...sorry about my mother..." Orville said forlornly.

"Oh, that's all right. I'm just glad to be here," Jack said as he and Orville shook hands.

"So, are you staying?" Philo asked him.

"Only if I'm permitted," he smiled. Before any of you could say anything, a hairy figure dropped down from the branch above Jack and hugged him. Jack held him up as easily as the rest of you did. "Okay. Now you can move in," Philo smiled.

"Great. I'll go get my stuff." He turned on his heel and walked off, presumably to his car.

"You two continue fishing. I'll give him a tour," Philo said, going to pick up his fishing rod and lean it against a tree.

"Okay," you acknowledged.  So Orville and you picked up your fishing rods too, but you actually used them.

After Philo showed Jack his room among other things, they came back out.  It seemed that the fighters had decided on something as they were talking, because they were indeed dressed for fighting.  Philo was wearing a white shirt- not the one that had been torn, and a pair of jeans.  Jack was in his light blue tank top and slacks.  "Thought you said you were retired, Philo!"  you teased.

"Yeah well," he smirked, looking at Jack and flexing his fist which he was already holding up, "nothing like catching up with a noble opponent."

"Thank you," Jack smiled, getting into a boxing stance and holding his fists up in front of him as well. They started bouncing on their feet, bobbing from side to side, and circling each other.

"Just don't break anything," you reminded them.

As always, Philo waited for his opponent to throw the first punch. He did, and that commenced the fighting. They fought without even coming close and accidentally harming Orville and you. You two caught more fish than usual, since Philo was. not fishing, and there was one more person to feed.

There was enough fish to last five people until dinner.  Lunch for five had already been prepared.  And the fighters were still going!  The three other people stood in the doorway and watched.  And finally,  finally, Philo knocked Jack back against a vertical beam supporting the roof of the porch.  They were drenched in sweat, heaving deep breaths.  "You wanna..."  Philo stopped to pant here, "stop here?"

Jack nodded, and caught his breath to give a, "Yeah."  This was how it almost had been six months ago.  The five of you went inside.  Now the once unoccupied chair has a purpose.  The tired gentlemen sank heavily onto the chairs.  Orville and you got to setting the table, and Clyde opened the refrigerator and took out two cans of beer.  He brought them over to Philo and Jack.  "Thanks," Philo said as he took his.  Jack petted his head.

After a slow, refreshing lunch, the five of you were just sprawled out on the couches. "So, you lift engine blocks," Jack spoke, "How'd you get the strength in the first place?"

"Well, I did start out by lifting lighter weights. I do do other strength work from time to time too."

"Like what?"

"Oh, pumping. I have (y/n) or Clyde on my back while I do it. Makes me push myself more."

"I gotta try that," Jack grinned. With that, he dropped down to his hands and toes. "Come on. Get down. And get Clyde or (y/n) on your back."

"Oh, I get my girl," Philo turned his head to grin at you from the floor. "Clyde." He used his head to motion to Jack. You each got on your respective sports man. You carefully lay on Philo's back, putting your hands on his shoulders and situating your toes on his calves. Orville just watched and but his lip, bemused at such a wholesome situation.

Later that night, you went into the kitchen to get yourself something light to eat and drink. Philo followed you. You were against the counter, and turned around only to come face-to chest with him. “Hey,” he said softly, smiling. You greeted him the exact same way. He leant in and kissed you, your arms wrapping around each other. He backed you up against the counter, so that you were halfway sitting on it. He lifted you up and seated you on the counter fully, then stepping forwards and pushing you to him so that your legs wrapped around his waist. You giggled into the kiss, making him do so too.

#Philo Beddoe #every which way but loose #any which way you can #clint eastwood #c-v-c-e fic

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Bea & Fraze

Bea: What are you going to wear to Ro's birthday? Fraze: Pick whatever you like for this fantasy where I'm going Bea: You have to Bea: you have no excuse not to Fraze: I don't need an excuse now that I'm too big for my ma, or da come to that, to drag me anywhere Fraze: I don't wanna, I don't have to, end of Bea: It's still family regardless of anyone's ability to literally make you Bea: anyway, she needs the numbers Fraze: I don't hear her begging Bea: She's not about to, is she Bea: you know what she's like Fraze: And you know where to find me when you've had enough of what she's like Bea: Well if you must know I don't think I'll bother to come back either then Bea: why should I make any effort Fraze: 'Cause you had a solid enough argument there with the family obligation bullshit, even if you lost it with the part about keeping numbers up Bea: Joe isn't coming, you aren't Bea: so fuck it, clearly Fraze: She ain't our sister, she's yours Bea: Seriously Fraze: Come on Fraze: I know you didn't expect a different answer Bea: You know literally nothing Bea: How can I lecture her about being part of this family if that's how you feel Bea: and how can I expect her to feel like a part of it if she isn't, apparently, for fuck's sake Fraze: She is with the rest of them, don't start Fraze: How can I act like it's all that black and white when the only thing that is, is how I feel about you? Fraze: we've been over it Bea: You can't pick and choose Bea: that's not how this is meant to work Fraze: Well it's too fucking late Fraze: I already did Bea: Great, so she gets to be right Bea: fantastic, thanks Fraze: What do you want me to do? I can't unlove you Fraze: I have tried, like Bea: Have you? Fraze: What was most of our childhood if not that? Bea: This isn't relevant Bea: I need someone there Fraze: You asked, I gave you an answer Fraze: she's got Ali and Tommy, that other one he used to dance with Bea: Because I can ask any of them what she was like and get an honest answer Bea: there's a divide, you said it Fraze: You'll get a brutally honest answer off ma if that's what you want Bea: I want you to do this one thing for me Fraze: is that as nice as you're gonna ask? Bea: I'm not playing games Bea: I'm not in the mood Fraze: Christ's sake Fraze: alright then Bea: Thanks Fraze: whatever, I'll do it for the pleasure of you owing me Bea: you can check my calendar to cash that in Fraze: give me a chance to check my own first, Red Bea: I assume you have a handle on your own schedule Fraze: I ain't never been able to stop your assumptions Bea: You should be grateful I'm giving you that props Fraze: Oh cheers Bea: You're welcome Fraze: yeah, open arms at this party Bea: I doubt she's got a candle for you Bea: you'll avoid that Fraze: Jesus Bea: Yep Fraze: I ain't going to church, fuck that Bea: I think only Ali is doing that anyway Fraze: gutted she still ain't getting sainted for her patience Bea: Pretty sure you have to be dead for years before they get 'round to it Fraze: Trust you to know that, babe Bea: It's common knowledge Bea: Teresa was an exception Fraze: common knowledge to cunts thinking that far ahead Fraze: let me get to grips with my fucking uni schedule Bea: You gave yourself away Fraze: you wish Bea: I'll take my props away now Bea: You've been back nearly a month Fraze: And I've had fuck all to do, it ain't Cambs Bea: All the more time to work out your schedule Fraze: Worry about your own Bea: I am Fraze: You gave yourself away there Bea: Ha Fraze: you're not in the mood, I heard you the first time Bea: Good Bea: I'll leave you to it then Fraze: Alright Bea: [Skippity skip?] Fraze: [makes sense] Bea: [okay, turn up with ya BFF as a hot ass mess to this stale ass party] Fraze: [he'd be shook and fuming in equal measure, imagine his face please] Bea: [aren't we all tbh like join Ro at that table lol] Fraze: You could've said something Bea: I posted on my stories Fraze: Like I said Bea: It wasn't planned Fraze: And it ain't the longest plane ride but you had enough time to tell me you were coming Fraze: it becomes a plan once you've bought a ticket, like Bea: Hardly, it's not like it sells out, or there isn't one an hour later if it does Bea: we turned up, end of Fraze: You know what I mean Fraze: I turned up here for you, the least you could've done was said I didn't have to Bea: I'm late, so I did need you here Fraze: what's his excuse? Bea: ? Fraze: Why do you need him here? Bea: He suggested I come Bea: I still wasn't sure Fraze: hand holding then Fraze: how sweet Bea: Fuck off Bea: She's my sister, I should be here, regardless of how unwelcome I am or want to be Fraze: gladly Fraze: and yeah, no shit, I told you that Bea: It's not an original concept Bea: is this all the people that showed or have people left? Fraze: I'll be the first out the door Bea: Tragic Fraze: What else did you expect? Bea: She was making such a fuss I thought perhaps she'd put a bit more effort in this time Fraze: only setting yourself up with that kind of thinking, babe Bea: More her problem than mine Fraze: Yours if you care Bea: Whatever you're trying to imply with that is stupid either way Fraze: I'm not implying anything, I said it in a dead straightforward manner Bea: Either that I do or don't care Fraze: I know you care, you wouldn't be here if you didn't Bea: If I cared I would have just showed up Fraze: you have Bea: Not before telling her I wouldn't and having an argument so Fraze: Exactly, you didn't have to and you still did Fraze: she ain't gonna appreciate it and it weren't easy for you in any sense Fraze: so you care and you're fucked by it, end of Bea: Nah Fraze: Yeah Bea: I literally just wanted to piss her off but alright Fraze: that's an added bonus Bea: If you like, Fraze Fraze: it ain't about me Fraze: but you can have pissing me off too if you like Bea: Why would you be pissed off at me Fraze: Think it through like you reckon you ain't fuck all else Bea: You were meant to be here regardless Bea: and now you can go Bea: nothing lost Fraze: it's nothing to do with any of that Bea: I'm not in the mood for guessing games either Bea: tell me or don't Fraze: Forget it Bea: Alright Bea: enjoy the rest of your evening then Fraze: I'll take my odds of that over yours Bea: I'll survive Fraze: I know Fraze: my offer still stands though Bea: I'm just here to see Ro Fraze: You're leaving tomorrow then? Bea: tonight by the looks of this Fraze: Yeah Fraze: I doubt it'll be a late one Bea: Surprised she's still here honestly Fraze: I'm surprised any of this went ahead in the first place Bea: Sure she's been planning it since her last Fraze: don't mean she wouldn't cry off it on the night Bea: You can go tell her you're proud of her if you want Fraze: fuck off Bea: 😏 Fraze: [IRL 😏 at her] Bea: [LOOK back] Fraze: [always gotta return a LOOK] Bea: [but go get a drink with Bronson, obviously] Fraze: [go get your own because you're fuming at that and also I need a reason for you not to leave thank you] Bea: [you can force Tommy to dance with you and dance with Bronson] Fraze: [just like 👀😒 downing this drink haha] Fraze: [we both know he's eventually cutting in though there's only so much looking on either of them can take] Bea: [saying something about not dancing with Fearghal and Rocky yet like wait ya turn but 😏 again] Fraze: [we're having this moment ™ because this party is too dry to deal with] Bea: [you wanna see some romance hen] Fraze: [giving Laoise's brother ideas and the confidence to 💋 with their energy LOL] Bea: [I snorted, oh lord] Fraze: [like we said before, going from that long summer to nothing when they're back at uni would be a killer so the vibe is strong] Bea: [excuse us everyone that'll be awkward to see for you] Fraze: [I hope y'all are busy having your own fun and in Ro's case getting smooched so] Bea: [y'all be trying anyway, God bless] Fraze: [mcvickers having their own dance because they don't wanna be here either, awww] Bea: [das cute] Fraze: [we should've given Laoise a little sister for Rocky to have a childhood romance with, that would've been so cute cos the fams hate each other] Fraze: [maybe there can be a girl at the caravan park cos always there with his bff Carly] Bea: [I like that idea, v cute] Fraze: [look at me getting derailed as per] Bea: [my bubba] Fraze: [go get another drink and calm down a shade please boy] Bea: [you could get away with this extraness if it wasn't such a dry party alas hensss, I should probaby think about what present you're throwing at Ro] Fraze: Do you want me to tell you I'm proud of you then or what? Bea: For what? Fraze: Doing the dance rounds, how well you wrapped that gift, take your pick Bea: I don't think that'll make me feel any better, but you go ahead if it will you Fraze: Nah, not really Bea: Don't bother then Fraze: consider it not done Bea: Then we're all happy Fraze: No need to take the bullshit that far Bea: That's what her happy face looks like Fraze: Christ Bea: Told you it was tragic Fraze: I didn't dispute it Bea: Do you know the neighbour kids name? Fraze: Is that a trick question? Bea: Um, no Bea: I want to look him up Fraze: 'Course I fucking don't Bea: 🙄 you're so helpful Bea: bet you know the sister's name Fraze: don't be placing bets about me and girls my sister's age Bea: Lighten up it's not like she's a kid Fraze: She was Ali's friend when she was a kid, hardly a turn on seeing her trying to catch frogs or cast spells Fraze: but cheers for your permission Bea: Unlike our sisters, respectively, I'm sure she's grown up some since then Fraze: Like I said, don't bet on it Bea: Whatever, I don't wanna fuck her Fraze: Me either Bea: Cool Fraze: [go and do your theft of the church wine boy because this party is still not it] Bea: [go find him but under the guise/that's not a total lie doe of needing a fucking break] Fraze: [have another moment in that confined space] Bea: [drink that nasty wine, not even asking just taking it] Fraze: [letting it happen cos she needs it more than you tbh] Bea: [swigging way too much of the blood of christ before passing it back with a shrug like whoops, so soz] Fraze: [giving her a look like steady on like this wasn't your idea] Bea: ['you act like you come up with every plan' ref-ing to doing this as kids, obvs] Fraze: ['I do' that's a barefaced lie sir] Bea: [scoffs like oh please] Fraze: [scoffs himself to show what he thinks of her ideas in reference to this messy uni era that he's acting like she's solely responsible for] Bea: [takes the bottle back like if you're gonna be like that] Fraze: [takes it off her so he can actually get some] Bea: ['you did not have all the good ideas'] Fraze: ['Alright, you can credit him one for bringing you'] Bea: ['I thought you reckoned that was your idea too'] Fraze: ['Point is, it weren't yours'] Bea: [🙄 'I'm fine with being here not being my idea, tah'] Fraze: ['Unlike me being here' like there you go another bad idea] Bea: ['doesn't bother me' like unlucky] Fraze: ['You came to find me, not the other way round, babe'] Bea: ['I came to get away from everyone else, there's a difference'] Fraze: [looks around like there's loads of places to do that which is true cos there's literally no-one at this party] Bea: ['if you want me to go, say it'] Fraze: ['If I did, I would'] Bea: [a look like shut up then] Fraze: [shakes his head in an affectionate way like fuck knows why I want you around] Bea: [just like likewise with her everything] Fraze: [offers her a 🚬 like they're not indoors in the tiny priest cupboard] Bea: ['a way to get more guests' like when the firemen show Fraze: [a fearghal style big lol 'see, I'm full of good ideas'] Bea: [can't help but smile even if we're like mhmm] Fraze: [smiling because we made her smile, it's a lil moment] Bea: ['why haven't you left?' but soft not like accusatory or like get out] Fraze: [looking at her like you know why and we're stealing her words ''if you want me to go, say it' in a tone which obvs makes it clear that's not what we want] Bea: [says nothing to say it all] Fraze: [turn that look into a LOOK boy] Bea: ['why are you mad at me?' whilst casually getting on his lap to make sure he can't be] Fraze: ['why did you have to bring him here?' but everyone knows he's not that mad anymore because she's literally in here with you sir, priorities] Bea: ['see what you'd do' like we're joking but not not true either, just tracing all his features with your finger right now like it's been FOREVER since you saw each other] Fraze: [There's a time and a place' like I'm not gonna beat the shit out of him at this fam function even though I want to but also please don't bring him to fam functions ever again thank you] Bea: ['Maybe I didn't feel like being alone'] Fraze: ['You're not' pulling her even closer to him for emphasis] Bea: [a NOISE like 'scuse me 'not now'] Fraze: ['you're not alone ever' could sound creepy but we mean it in a loving and supportive way] Bea: [a look like we both know that's not true] Fraze: [a look like we both know it's always gonna be me and you, no matter what] Bea: [shakes head like that's not what I mean/the point] Fraze: [softly cups her face so they have all the eye contact like I mean it but you can still tell me what you mean] Bea: ['if we weren't ever alone, none of this would be happening'] Fraze: ['I don't regret that this is' like we're joking about being in this priest cupboard having a throwback moment but we're also saying that we're glad she's here and glad of any time we have rn so] Bea: [shaking our head and breaking eye contact as we get off him] Fraze: ['Shit's always gonna happen, we can't stop it' you can't save anyone vibes 'I only know one way that comes close, like'] Bea: ['what's that then?' but we're already not listening properly and getting up to go] Fraze: [a KISS to stop her in her tracks because it's that, like they are stopping time for a sec] Bea: [have your moment lads enjoy it been a long time coming] Fraze: [literally would feel like it's been forever anyway and even moreso because they are both having a shit time rn] Bea: [you can't get carried away, I vote the fun people at this party start playing hide and seek so you gotta break it up hens] Fraze: [I love that because I would suggest murder in the dark cos spooky girl energy but Ro's scared of the dark so we can't until she has left] Bea: [lol it's so against your everything to be scared of the dark that amuses me] Fraze: [she would play hide and seek though if only to get away from her bf] Bea: [so lowkey everyone will be playing therefore you must play lol] Fraze: [literally because Rocky, Ali and Carly have probably made mcvickers play by ganging up on them haha] Bea: [the entire guestlist hen, everyone else would be down, soz baze looooooooooooooooooollllllllllll] Fraze: [he's so just staying in this priest cupboard and we all know it] Bea: [such an obvious place boy you'll be seeking so soon, you better go find Bronson hun] Fraze: [likewise will just go for a 🚬 when he's supposed to be finding people because we're playing under duress] Bea: [we know you don't need to keep this close a watch on him like he'll be down but you know, moment gone here] Fraze: [good luck acting like you're not fuming that she went straight to him even though staying with you wasn't really an option] Bea: [this should be made into/they should play a different team game and be on opposite teams 'cos so competitive] Fraze: [always a mood so I 100% agree] Bea: [like idk what but take it way too seriously when no one else is lol] Fraze: [literally does not matter because like you said nobody else cares and you two are just on your bullshit, who should we say wins?] Bea: [i think firstly it's who gets Ro] Fraze: [he should because we don't need a beeline brawl] Bea: [you can have Rocky then Bea as they are equally as big a handicap so that's fair] Fraze: [lbr nobody is as big a handicap as Ro but he can have Ali who's great at everything to balance that out] Bea: [then she should have Tommy and Carly and he should have Bronson and Kayne] Bea: [Meena go where you like lol] Fraze: [he will be THRILLED to have Bronson on his team lol] Bea: [ha I know, like did that so you have some decent peeps but also for the awks] Fraze: [please don't brawl lads we can't be having that] Bea: [focus on winning, Fraze probably should] Fraze: [yeah otherwise he'll sulk haha] Bea: [and he already is so that would be rude] Fraze: [true enough] Bea: congrats Fraze: Say it like you mean it Bea: I don't so you know Bea: forced sportsmanship is all you're getting Fraze: come on, babe Bea: shut up Fraze: Don't be a sore loser Bea: you're so annoying Fraze: Nah, that was the team I had Bea: like mine was any better Fraze: Like you wouldn't rather have your sister, who you reckon you're just here to see, and your boyfriend Bea: I've seen her Bea: if you're hoping for a reunion beyond that, I'd stop Fraze: If you reckon that's even crossed my mind, you're losing your touch at more than kid's party games Bea: I'm saying I reckon that was a poor attempt at a dig, is all Fraze: you started it, like Bea: did I fuck Fraze: what else do you call that piss poor attempt at a congrats? Bea: sportsmanship Bea: I told you Fraze: Bullshit Bea: 🙄 fine, don't accept it Fraze: I don't Bea: so don't Fraze: Alright Bea: [drinking moodily like 😒] Fraze: [go for a smoke and calm down boy] Bea: [thank the lord this shit show is winding down, reminds me] Bea: Did Ro and Ali just walk past you? Fraze: Yeah, she said she's taking her home Bea: Wow Bea: I thought they were getting air, or some other stupid thing for another stupid ritual Bea: is she for real Fraze: Are you really that surprised? Bea: Pissed off and surprised aren't the same thing Bea: she actually got me to fly out Bea: for this Fraze: Do you want me to go after 'em? They only just went past Bea: No Bea: it's her party to ditch Fraze: at least you can too now though Bea: yeah, I really fancy the airport right now Bea: never mind getting back to Cambs just in time for rush hour Bea: fuck this Fraze: Then don't go to the airport Bea: This has been a massive waste of time Fraze: Cheers Bea: Come on Bea: you didn't want to come either Fraze: when I thought you weren't Bea: no, and before Fraze: Come on Bea: find you when I was done, if I recall Fraze: whatever, that's not the same as you shitting over all my attempts to make this bearable for you Bea: because you tried really hard to do that Fraze: obviously not hard enough, yeah? Bea: You said it, not me Fraze: Fuck's sake Fraze: forget it Bea: Done Fraze: Grand Bea: ['cos what you really need is to go out and get messier, lol, so rude not even gonna help everyone else clean up this shitshow] Fraze: [we all know he ain't staying to help either soz lads] Bea: [lol @ everyone else doing that work] Fraze: [do you wanna skip to later when they are both messier or go straight to the aftermath of this if she's going to the hotel?] Bea: [I vote still go home 'cos wasted enough money coming here it isn't like student funds goes that far Ro, gotta save for xmas too] Fraze: [honestly legit Ro you rude hoe] Bea: [we don't even need to be getting a travelodge honey, the sofa can stay so yes, we can skip] Fraze: [oh the joys, you messy bitches, so tempted to have him bring someone back for the drama] Bea: [that would kick off big time 'cos he's not allowed people at theirs 'cos it's their bed and she'd have to burn it lol, but he could not come back for drama but less than that if you wanna] Fraze: [good idea we don't wanna cause Bea to have a breakdown] Bea: [like I assumed you didn't wanna go that far lmao] Fraze: [I'm not that evil] Bea: you got your keys Fraze: I don't need 'em Bea: you aren't here, I had to go in and get some PJs Fraze: you don't need my permission to go in your own room Bea: I know, but I know you aren't back yet, is my point Fraze: By the time I am ma or da will be up, was my point Bea: alright Bea: I'm locking the backdoor too, as we're in the lounge Fraze: Don't be stupid Fraze: there's an empty bed, there's no point you sleeping on the sofa Bea: I've not slept in worse places Bea: it'd be rude to leave him on his own Fraze: and you wouldn't wanna be rude to him Bea: obviously not Fraze: obviously not Bea: How gone are you? Jesus Bea: well I've told you, so don't come through waking everybody up later Fraze: I've told you I won't Bea: you don't need my permission Fraze: I'm not asking for it Bea: then go do whatever you're doing Fraze: We can't even talk now Fraze: this plan of yours is fucking epic, like Bea: If you wanted to talk right now, you wouldn't be wherever the fuck you are Fraze: Nah, if you wanted to talk I wouldn't be Bea: 'cos that makes any sense Fraze: you couldn't leave fast enough, how else do you want me to take that? Bea: that wasn't about you Fraze: I never said it was, I said you don't want to talk to me Bea: would I have specifically taken a flight to come talk to you, when I'll be back for Christmas in a month? no, probably not Bea: that hardly means I don't want to talk to you Fraze: Do it then Bea: that's how conversation works now Bea: you demand it, I jump at the chance? Fraze: at least I'm making demands Bea: really Bea: how's that working out for you? Fraze: as well as the opposite is for you Bea: I don't want to talk to you, apparently Bea: nothing to not demand Fraze: you reckon you apparently do, there's loads to demand Bea: yeah, 'cos talking in circles with you right now is really thrilling Fraze: Thank Christ you've got him to talk to Bea: he's asleep Fraze: that makes sense if fuck all else does Fraze: 'course you'd leave it til then to say anything to me Bea: because I was going to go to bed and wanted to lock the door Bea: it's not anything more or less than that Fraze: so go to bed Bea: yeah, you aren't telling me what to do Fraze: I'm telling you to do yourself a favour Bea: you say what you like Bea: I don't care Fraze: I don't need your permission for that either Bea: then say something worth hearing or piss off and leave me alone Fraze: I meant what I fucking said, I don't wanna leave you alone Bea: Well good job because I am Bea: and no one has said fuck all to me today about it Bea: not even my sister Fraze: I'm sorry Bea: Yeah Bea: you've got loads to say? bullshit Fraze: There's fuck all I can say about this, we both know that Bea: No, there's fuck all you want to say about it Bea: 'cos no one wants to talk about it, so I don't get to regardless of if I might Fraze: Don't Fraze: you know me better than that Bea: Well why ain't you then? Bea: you're the one banging on about it, as if you've actually tried Fraze: I don't wanna be the cunt backing you into a corner and I know you better than to reckon that'd work Bea: This is working amazing then, alright Fraze: Well I reckoned you'd eventually come to me, more fool me Fraze: shit's changed Bea: Right, 'cos you made it so obvious you were up for talking Bea: saying you weren't coming Bea: it's encouraging, my mistake there Fraze: It should be obvious that you can talk to me about anything Bea: When Bea: you aren't here now either Fraze: whenever Fraze: you know nothing's more important than you Bea: okay Fraze: Say it like you believe me Bea: I can't Fraze: Bea Bea: I'm sorry Fraze: Don't Bea: you said things have changed Fraze: 'Cause they clearly fucking have Bea: They were bound to, I suppose Fraze: you could've warned me if you knew that Bea: What do you think taking a break was Bea: for you to figure out what you wanted Fraze: Don't blame me, I know what I fucking want Bea: Do you? Fraze: nothing's changed for me Bea: you can say that Bea: but this all points to the opposite, doesn't it Fraze: Bullshit Bea: You aren't here, we can't even talk Bea: nothing's the same now Fraze: What did you expect me to do? You pissed off with him, there weren't no invite going spare Bea: because you're an arsehole to him, I drag him here for the shittest party ever and then make you two have an even worse night out? what would be the point of that? Fraze: I'm not gonna cosy up to him, you do enough of that for the both of us Bea: I get it, you don't like him, that's why you weren't invited Fraze: You brought him, knowing I don't fucking like him, don't make me the cunt Bea: I'm allowed friends, no matter if you like them or not Fraze: we're both allowed to do whatever the hell we like, I ain't forgotten the rules Bea: as I'm not fucking him, the rules have nothing to do with it Bea: I never told you to not hang out with your mates Fraze: I'm not telling you what to do either, I'm telling you why I ain't there Bea: that's ridiculous Fraze: Fuck you Bea: it is, for Christ's sake Bea: he's asleep on the sofa not fucking me on our bed Fraze: you don't believe me, why should I believe you? Fraze: it's ridiculous that you brought him here in the first place Bea: I'd have time to be messaging you Bea: you're just being stupid now Bea: how is it ridiculous? Fraze: You've already made me look stupid Fraze: did it make you feel any better? Bea: To who, your brother, my sister? Bea: I couldn't be on my own today Bea: I tried and I couldn't, that's all it is Fraze: You don't need him, you've got me Bea: I'm not meant to come to you for everything, I'm meant to give you space Bea: give each other Bea: that's what this whole thing is about Fraze: this whole thing is bullshit Fraze: and even if I reckoned it was a good idea I'm not just gonna pretend your parents didn't die today to go fuck a Trinity student Fraze: there's a time and a place, like I said Bea: Fine Bea: well he's here now, what do you want me to do about it? Bea: I can't send him home Fraze: There's fuck all you can do, other than don't lock me out Bea: I knew you didn't have your keys Fraze: you do still know me then, yeah? Bea: If you hadn't forgot, you'd have lost them Bea: should probably change the locks, honestly Fraze: if you don't keep me out, I'll keep any robbing cunts out Bea: I'm not going to lock you out Bea: you don't need to promise heroics Fraze: I know you can't sleep, I'd be a new level of callous bastard if I gave you anything else to worry about Bea: it'd be a distraction Bea: doubt your parents would appreciate it though Fraze: Well I can easily give you one of them Bea: not that you rate yourself or anything Fraze: it starts with me, yeah, no fucker else is volunteering to sing my praises right now Bea: Poor boy Fraze: Don't rub it in how skint I am as well Bea: well you and me both Bea: be eating plain rice when I get back Bea: at least your ma makes sure you have decent food still Fraze: I'll send you something to put on it Fraze: or something to drown your sorrows with Bea: where do you think all my money goes, like Fraze: you and me both, babe Fraze: these Trinity girls aren't cheap dates, like Bea: My sympathy can only extend so far Fraze: the night off from it is appreciated enough Bea: uhuh Fraze: you don't believe me, I heard you the first time Bea: it was never part of the deal that we had to talk about it Fraze: I know Bea: so I don't want to Fraze: I'm shutting up and coming in Bea: Good Fraze: come and have a drink Bea: [does, of course] Fraze: [giving her the bottle for the mems of Jesus blood and always] Bea: [take a big swig like you need to remotely lol 'thank you' with sincerity at last] Fraze: [shamelessly checking her out in whatever pjs she's wearing obvs, though I vote she's wearing at least one item that belongs to him so he's like 😏 and gently pulls on whatever it is like that's mine without saying so out loud] Bea: [deffo, and has done it without even noticing so it's like oh, raising a brow like you want it back?] Fraze: [yassssss because they are that coupley goodbye but he shakes his head because looks better on her anyway and takes the bottle instead] Bea: [even though it would've been ages since you did that it's just habit, shrugs like 😏 your loss] Fraze: [such a LOOK of course] Bea: ['where'd you go?' like where did you go drink, not WHERE WERE YOU vibes] Fraze: [telling her the name of somewhere studenty with his own shrug, I like to imagine he's like casually getting ready for bed here also as a habit because it doesn't feel awkward to just get topless or whatever] Bea: [casual face of disdain but 'makes sense'] Fraze: ['nothing happened' because even though she said she didn't wanna talk about it and neither do you, you want her to know that and you're drunk enough to just say it] Bea: ['doesn't matter if it did' blatant lie but okay] Fraze: [a look because we know it's a blatant lie but we're coming to put our arms around her cos it's been such a shit day] Bea: [big sighs] Fraze: [just having a snuggle and it will forever fuck me up cos he's so tol and she's so smol] Bea: [OG tol and smol, we mumbling into his chest like scuse you what you saying] Fraze: [she's like me and Clove, failing to thrive honey, so if you think he's not cradling her like a little Clovey you'd be incorrect] Bea: [just have this moment of softness, gotta allow it] Fraze: [very deserved and needed] Bea: ['this is such bullshit' like true but specifics where] Fraze: ['I know' because you don't need specifics cos everything is for you too like you literally thought she was slipping away from you same as Joe did and you've realised you hate uni it wasn't just 1st year being crap] Bea: [that must happen so much 'cos allegedly everyone hates 1st year but then it just carries on like oh] Fraze: [it really does happen a lot hence he's like well shit it's not that and I don't actually wanna be doing this] Bea: ['there's fuck all to do, is there?'] Fraze: [repositioning however necessary for eye contact because there's always something they can do, that's like their entire mantra and we don't need to express that with words] Bea: [gestures like ugh I know that but seriously, right now, this has been hard since this time last year] Fraze: ['if you wanna throw all these bullshit rules out, tell me' like ldr exists babe we don't have to get randoms involved] Bea: [shakes his head 'it's about what's right and needs to be done'] Fraze: [kisses her like you can't tell me this isn't right gal] Bea: her* scuse me Bea: [going in on that kiss, not just so we don't have to sort this out but you know lollollol] Fraze: [likewise allowing it and not only from the standpoint that we need them to be messy and struggling for a while yet but also because he would] Bea: [deal with some of this tension hens] Fraze: [it's the first real chance you've had so I'm not gonna stop you] Bea: [it'd be silly to say it wouldn't happen so we cannot sorry] Fraze: [exactly] Bea: [okay, so obviously we're falling asleep together and equally as obviously you still have to be back asap for school etc so you're probably leaving early AM, not just for the drama of it lol] Fraze: [makes sense but I vote he brings you breakfast in bed before Bronson wakes up because 1. cute 2. you don't have to deal with Ro who's always up ridiculously early lurking and he remembered what you said about eating rice when you get back] Bea: [you've probably not had breakfast in a thousand years so that's a novelty] Fraze: [like it probably wouldn't be good cos he'd accidentally burn the toast or whatever thanks to how messy they were last night but the romantic gesture has been attempted] Bea: [tis the thought that counts henny] Fraze: [my thoughts exactly, just trying to look after her but keep it casual so she's not 😒] Bea: [we can't get too mad over some toast, even if we'd probably try not to eat it at first like g2g] Fraze: [gal you know he can keep you in that bed, don't test him] Bea: [or do, depending how much time you've left yourselves lol] Fraze: [mhmmm] Bea: [either way, you're leaving and you're gonna be folorn] Fraze: [literally would take all his willpower to not just come with you cos uni sucks but as you've not talking about it yet and can't really have the convo now that ain't happening hun] Bea: [soz babe, not at that realisation for a while yet but you did a good job sowing seeds] Fraze: [didn't wanna go too heavy handed with it because not gonna trump dead parents but like it is happening so] Bea: [you wanna end this here or do a bit of aftermath] Fraze: [I think we've covered a lot so tbh unless there's anything we want to specifically address in the aftermath it's probably good]

[junionigiri]

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So... it's been a while since I read a chapter without feeling salty so I feel really grateful for that. I don't have much to discuss except how much I love the panels so sorry that this will be image heavy

Divided into 2 parts, because huh I didn't know we were only allowed to post 10 photos in a text post at a time lol

Spoilers!!!

Kill him, Kacchan! Hah I'm just kidding. I really like how the rivalry between them is evolving into something with less animosity and more of them really helping each other out. And what a Bakugou method of helping this is, pushing Deku to the brink of death

Speaking of which... boys ur killing ur dad here. I won't ever get used to All Might coughing out blood every time he's upset. Someone, please, get him to a hospital and check that lung out again

They show this flashback scene of All Might and Izuku finally having a chance to sit down and talk about his protagonist privilege quirk. (I promise I'm not salty!) the scenes are great because we learn more about Izuku's predecessors (including Nana's mentor, but only mentioned by appearance) but I really appreciate how this further shows Bakugou's growth and his progress in accepting Izuku, and also how freakin smart this kid is.

He's sitting down next to Izuku and drink tea without looking aggressive, able to discuss things calmly with him and All Might, and without the benefit of experiencing the quirk for himself, was able to link the progress of OfA to AfO. IDK, I just like how involved he is in trying to figure stuff out and I hope this will lead to him and Deku eventually talking about their past and resolving the serious shit that happened between them.

Buuuut I don't mind if Bakugou pushes thru this strategy either. Given how Deku's popularity is waning and all. Haha I'm just kidding, I hope he doesn't murder his friend too much.

Um... excuse me... but seeing these two has got me as googly eyed as Izuku? Try as I might to ignore the double meanings, it's hard to do just that with how Tetsu and Kiri are framed lololol

I love the supportive (b)romance these two have tho! They're all "ur stronk" "no u" "no u" "stronk boi" "strenk"

Blessed panel--I love everything about this: Muppet Deku, Iida dressed like a British schoolboy and running to the kitchens for his fav food, beef stew, and KiriTetsu holding hands like no tomorrow.

A breakdown of the most blessed panel ever: Class A and B mingling! Ahh, so many blessings here:

- MomoKendoJirou with cups of tea or coffee for everyone or themselves? Maybe Momo's letting the girls taste her fav exported teas, while Kendo is letting them drink her fav black coffees. They're gonna be so buzzed they might go up to Jirou's and write a caffeine-induced classical math rock magnum opus.

- Kinoko is a Hawks fan girl! And approaching another being of darkness without a trace of fear! I think she might be the most fearless girl in this entire series.

- Tokoyami actually has his phone out so it looks like he's going to show her a pic of Hawks! So the implication is that he has taken a pic of Hawks during his internship, for whatever reason? I hope it's a selfie... now I'd kill to see that photo.

-Kuroiro looming behind them with that look on his face... dunno if he's jealous of Tokoyami or just desperately wants in on his abyssal friend's conversation

- Yui looking away T_T is the scene makin her cringe or does she just have nothing to say? I wish they showed her talking to someone---

- Tsuyu, Ochako, and Tooru being girly and gossiping in their casual clothes... ah so cute. Ochako is so round here

Boys being boys? Altho I can't figure out who the dude in the 10 jersey is. Geez, KiriTetsu can't keep their hands off each other. I see Todoroki looming over Sero, love that Seroroki is as real as the day that Kiri called it. Ojiro is so broad ahhh and Koda is so cute here

This is vaguely disturbing... but thank you Mina

:/ is all I can say about this.

:/ dude.

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