#I've seen SO much of this crap the last few days I'm giving my thoughts on all of it

[weaselbeaselpants]

kind of related but not- I'm genuinely sorry to be posting so much or about Lily Orchard, guys. Prior to Courtney coming on and telling us her story I was mostly just taken aback and angry with Lily as "one of those critic types" in my circle of vision.

It sucks -and yeah I know other critics don't want to hear this+Lily will use this fact as an excuse to discredit ppl's complaints abt her. but I think a lot of us were initially exposed to Lily because they knew of andor were fans of her cartoon criticism content. In my case I knew Lily from her days of Bronydom and have watched her make more and more meanMEAN material even w it's not about internal fandom dramacallouts. Back in those days and up to last year I could say of Lilly the same thing I'd say for a lot of people who annoy me online: I think she's a bully. Which is still bad, it's just not 'criminal', inherent. Comparing her to Rebecca Sugar, Lindsay Ellis, Contrapoints or VivziePop would be stupid as she really doesn't have even half the portfolio or wherewithall as any of those people -or even Zena and Poppy, not that they're angels. Lily was/is annoying because she'd use other people's genuine concerns and talking points. There's a certain takenupbyaltlight-term that I begrudginly would love to use for Lily that REALLY hits the nail on the head with her, be it as a fan, a critic or an activist. But I won't use it. Not because it's untrue, but because it's used by the same people who write her kiwifarm pages and misgender her and clearly couldn't give a crap about her if she didn't make them "lol"

But then, I actually looked at some of Britt's receipts and skimmed bits and pieces of what remains of Stockholm (I think you all already know this but @britts-galaxy-brain the links are missing now). For years, I'd known and listened to others honestly harp on Lily as some kind of counter-initiative for her going after their fav foalcon people. I assumed it was more of the same. It's not. Lily 100% wrote cp and is trying to hide it. No not fiction abt young adults that delves into erotic and sexisms; not stuff with aged-up child characters being big boobied of themselves thru the gaze or r34 artists. She wrote cp.

Essense of Thought's and that one hour long video talking about Stockholm were the first real horrifying revelation. Then I read through Brittney's saved messages from Lily and 'Tara'. Then I saw Patch's video.

THEN, Courtney came out and told everyone on here and her server everything we needed to know. I don't abide by everything Courtney says, especially about her abusers but I mean they're her abusers and please stop asking her to like the children who're valued more than her in the lives of her abusers, or at least maybe vent openly not to Courtney directly about your fear for those kids Cameron has. Yeah, I'm also concerned but idk there's got to be a better way to handle this. Anyway, as previously stated, I believe Courtney, Britt, and Patch. There's no way that those people have faked that stuff. I've heard kind of stretched explanations being true, but there's no way Stockholm was "edited by pedos" like Lily's saying it was I know I'm missing a few folks in there but I believe a lot of people have been genuinely victimized by LO and aren't just acting out of transphobia, bigotry.

Of what I can attest based on what I've seen, I KNOW that Lily Orchard wrote 'fluffy' foalcon and is saying she didn't, and also that the woman hates the word "queer".

Of what has been shown to me, I fully BELIEVE Lily Orchard is an abusive, sockpuppeting predator. Not only that, she's hiding behind other predator's existence to lie to her audience of other abused people to convince both them and herself that she couldn't possibly be a predator.

In 2013, what was 10 years from now, there was a controversy in the MLP fandom where a minor rose a (not undeserved) stink abt the askblog Princess Molestia and how it was making light of r*pe, intentionally or not. To counter this, a bunch of mouthbreathing bronies took it upon themselves to prove they weren't creeps by threatening the underrage sa victim, making r*pe porn of her while other mouthbreathers basically said "yeah put she's [the minor] annoying so it's the same kind of evil we're doing, really". Centrists.

Why this matters to me is (CW. CW. CW) you can find a post from Tara Callie, who was almost certainly one of Lily's alts at the time, admitting she found the r*pe art of Pinkiepony "hot", all the while Lily herself was publicly denouncing Pinkie's treatment by the fandom.

Lily Orchard is an awful human being. She does not have intrusive thoughts or fears of acting on those intrusive thoughts sometimes, like me and other people do. She has sexual and violent urges that she hides enough form the public to not make her followers suspect anything. She's twofaced and takes out her probable self-hate by attacking other predators. She's all deflection and lies. I can not believe a thing that vile woman says. Neither should you.

The biggest means of fighting her I think we all can do of is refusing to use her critical tag w we talk about her. Spam her "own tag". Enough hiding and denying who this terrible bigoted abusive woman really is.

Because really, her thoughts on glubshitto or whoever from Owl House are HARDLY the worst of it. Not even.

#lily orchard #lilly orchard #the owl house critical #the owl house criticism #critical fandom #steven universe critical #spop critical #my little pony friendship is magic #friendship is magic critical #Whelp at least it looks like the Helluvaverse fandom is safe from her #for now

[novankenn]

2am (Chp 10)

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A/N - MATURE CONTENT & TRIGGER WARNING. Contains depictions/descriptions of severe depression, self-harm, and suicide.

Skip this chapter if these are uncomfortable topics for you. 

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Before tossing the scroll aside… Jaune with tears send a group message to three very specific people. Saphron, his Mother, and Pyrrha’’s mom.

Tell Az daddy loves her so much… and that he’s sorry.

Tossing his scroll aside, to clatter along the laminate floor, Jaune climbed onto the kitchen chair he had been just sitting on. The chair rocked as he roughly shifted his weight back and forth before it was knocked out from under him. His feet dangled, jerked and twisted in the air.

Jaune blinked back his tears, and with a shaking breath tapped the call button with his thumb. Slowly, he brought the device up to his ear as the call started to go through.

The world was going black, and felt his arms grow heavy and fall from the rope that was chocking out his life. As things finally started to fully fade away, he thought he heard a slam and a scream. Did some just yell his name?

Jaune awoke several hours later in the psyche ward of Argus Memorial Hospital. Restrained, he had no way to defend himself as his sister, Saphron, tore him a new one, before having to be restrained herself for starting to beat on his chest.

“Hello? Doctor Primrose? It’s Jaune… Jaune Arc.” Jaune nodded his head as tears dripped down his cheeks. “Yeah… I’m… I’m having a real hard time right now… can… can I make an appointment to come in?”

Mercury Black, Jaune’s scheduled training partner, entered the locker room looking for his charge. Jaune never took this long to get ready, and when he turned the corner and saw the absolute wreck, Jaune was… he instantly understood why.

“You okay J?”

“Oh, hey.” Jaune sniffled and wiped his eyes, “I’m… I’m good. Be right…”

“No. You’re going to put your gear away and take a day, maybe two or three.”

“I said I’m fine.” Jaune weakly protested.

“And as your trainer, I say you’re not.” Mercury moved closer and took a seat on the bench near Jaune. “Sit, talk to me.”

“You know about last night, right?” Jaune asked, with a soft voice.

“I heard.” Mercury replied without his normal snark. “You need to talk about it?”

“How… how do I?”

“I don't know, Jaune.” Mercury replied. “I don’t know the whole story, and to be honest I’m a bit of a bastard, so I don't want to know… but if you want a direct answer… I’ll give you one.”

“Az still loves her mom… and I… I think I do as well… but how do I deal with all the fucking shit that has happened?” Mercury could tell Jaune was trying desperately to make himself angry. “It’s all over… the assholes used to use her own scroll to send me shit! How do I deal with all that?”

“You have a big choice to make, and it sounds like so does she.” Mercury leaned forward, planting his elbows on his thighs. “My love life is a shitshow. Always has been. Like I said I’m a bastard and I attract bitches… but out of the few times I actually had a long term relationship… before I fucked it up… the thing that kept it moving forward was… honesty.”

“Whether you and her decided to go back to knocking boots,” Mercury looked Jaune straight in the eyes, “or just stay friends, you need to be honest with her about what you know and how you feel.”

“I have to be honest? What about…”

“AND you need to tell her in no uncertain terms you need honesty from her. Don't back down… you said you’ve been sent shit. Let her know that you’ve seen that crap. Tell her you want the truth from her… and if she refuses… tell her to go fuck herself.”

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A/N - So this I feel are the last of the really MATURE chapters. I'm not sure, but there could be some more later down the road... but for now the past has been exposed... now it's time to see if these old wounds can be healed.

This like the previous two was ROUGH to write and I've forced myself to punch them out, so I can get past this part. So my appoligies for the rushed quality.

#2am #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #azelea arc #No Fall of Beacon #jaune and pyrrha had a child #implied PAST arkos #jaune arc x reese chloris #skater boi

[mikelogan]

TELL ME ABOUT THE OH NO NO REACTION

Okay. Someone hold my hand bc I'm about to get emotional.

This scene happens in 1x24, which is JD's last day as an intern. This episode is already finger-licking good (first JDox hug, anyone?), but this scene is extra important. I'm gonna just start with the dialogue:

JD: So I thought if you looked at Mr. Bober's chart and you agreed with us, you might be able to -- you know -- pull some strings... Perry: Yeah, I'll be more than glad to help you, there, Charlotte. JD (surprised): W-well, thank -- thank you! Perry: Don't ever be afraid to come to me with stuff like that. The simple fact that you actually seem to give a crap is the reason I took an interest in you to begin with. It's why I trust you as a doctor. Hell, it's... it's why I trust you as a person. JD: Are you dying? Perry: I've got a new shrink. JD: You know, Dr. Cox, I want to thank you for this whole year -- Perry: Oh, no, no, no...

Show me literally any other situation where JD says or does something that Perry wants no part of or is annoyed by and I can pretty much guarantee he does one of a few things: he cuts JD off with a whistle, he cuts JD off with another rant, he cuts JD off by calling him a girls' name, and/or he cuts JD off by walking away. I can't think of another situation similar to this one -- where JD is speaking from the heart and Perry doesn't cut him off in one of those other ways -- until My Fallen Idol when JD's at Perry's apartment.

Like. Perry himself just spoke from the heart, gave JD an honest rundown of how he feels. That alone is HUGE and, to me, marks a turning point in their working relationship (until Jordan drops her bomb). But JD can't resist doing the same (and because it's Scrubs, we did have that little "I have a new shrink" funny haha in between). Perry's reaction here is so much different than we've ever seen before and will ever see again for several seasons (oh, except for My Cake, but to be fair, Perry does sort of punch JD in the face first).

In my humble opinion, Perry's reaction to JD genuinely thanking him for all he's done over the past year is that of panic. Because now things are getting Too Real. If Perry lets JD say this, it'll mean Perry admitting not just to himself that he's worked his ass off for the last year watching over this intern who drives him absolutely insane for a multitude of reasons (and they're not all bad), but he'll be admitting this to JD, too. And that? That just can't happen, it cannot! Because if JD knows, then everyone will know, and how the hell is Perry supposed to stay miserable if he actually gets what he wants for once? It's so much easier to hate his life when he's continuing to hate-fuck his ex-wife because she's familiar (and yeah, maybe he does still have feelings for her) and he hates change than it is to admit his feelings and maybe have a shot in the dark at something with JD, whatever that might be. Plus, we all know how well Perry does at being honest and upfront with his feelings 🙃

Anyway, thanks for coming to my TED Talk about one (1) scene in an episode of a TV show that aired 21 years ago.

#answered #grandwretch #scrubs #jdox #1x24 #my last day #sorry this took me so long! #i wanted to give it my full attention #but spoons have not been in abundance this week

[bteezxyewriter12]

Lights, Camera, Action/ 1

Pairing- Jin x Named Reader

Word count- 4.5k

Includes- Camming, undressing each others, kissing, masturbating, mutual masterbation

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Jin POV

"I can't believe I'm letting you talk me into this", I whine as my best friend pushes me on the edge of her bed

"Me? You're the one that wants to make easy money. You're the one that asked me to come onto my account. You want to see what I do. How is any of this my fault?"

It's not but I need someone to blame for this

"So what do I have to do?"

She shrugs, "Nothing much. A lot of the time I talk to people on the site and it can be about anything. Problems at work, their day, their struggles. Of course talking about sex is involved. Sometimes the person requests that I wear an outfit. Sometimes I get completely naked. And sometimes I do what they tell me to do, you know sexually"

My mouth hangs open as I hear her

She does that stuff?

"They pay for it so I do it. It's like acting."

It is?

Not like any acting I've heard of

Well except in porn

"What do you charge?", I ask

"Well for a public chat, that others can join, 2 won a minute. For private where it's just me and someone, 3 won a minute. For a show or live stream, 4 won a minute. They can also give tips and donations"

"A minute?", I gape

That sounds like a lot

"Yeah. I spend a lot of time on the site. It's like a regular job."

"How much do you make?"

She shrugs, "Anywhere from one thousand won to fifteen hundred won a day"

"A day?"

I'm completely shocked

"Yes Jinnie. This is my full time job for now"

I had no clue she worked full time with this

I thought this was a side thing

"Damn"

She nods, "I told you"

"So uh what's today?"

"A live stream. I told my viewers you were coming on"

Fuck, she did?

"Uh ok"

"Yeah so I'm going to introduce you, stay with you for awhile, then I'll leave you so you can talk with them or whatever"

She's going to leave me alone here?

I don't want her to leave me alone

But I don't want to seem like a baby, so I just nod

"So I'm going to tell you that you might be asked to take your clothes off"

"WHAT?"

She rolls her eyes

"I told you what this is about Jin. Since it's your first time you can nicely decline if you want to but tell them that it's your first time and you're getting used to everything ok?"

I just nod

"Whatever we make on this stream, I'll give you half ok?"

"Half?"

She said she'd give me some but I didn't expect half

"Yeah Jinnie. Half. It's both of us doing this"

"Are you ready?"

No but I just nod

I watch her log onto the site and start a live stream

Within a minute hundreds of people are watching

"That's a lot of people", I comment

"Yeah I'm popular. Small girl with huge tits. Good for this kind of work"

Holy crap

I mean I'm not blind, I can see her boobs are huge but I never heard her talking about them

Ever

"I'm gonna start", she whispers to me

I just nod

Glancing at the computers I'm startled to see me and her on the screen and the comments on the side of the screen

"Hello everyone. I have someone here with me today. I told you on my last live stream that I was bringing my best friend with me this time"

She looks at the screen, then says, "Yes my best friend is a guy. His name is Jin."

Glancing at me, she says, "Wave Jinnie"

I listen and look at the computer watching myself wave on the monitor

"This is Jinnie's first time doing anything like this so be nice. And behave", she smirks in the camera

She's so confident, like I've never seen her before

Maybe I'll become like that after doing this a few times

If I decide to

In front of people I'm shy

Not with her or at work but any other time I am

Shy and quiet

"So Jin is my best friend from when we were little. He's a pain in my ass but I love him."

"Hey!", I protest

"I'm gonna stay with him for awhile, then I'll leave and you guys can talk to him"

I'm still uneasy about being alone on the site without her

I need to stop being a baby though

I don't need her to hold my hand

"So any requests?", she asks

Requests?

Already?

She laughs as she reads the comments

"They want me to undress you", she says, then presses a button

It's the mute button

I swallow hard, "I....uh..."

"You wanted this Jinnie. If you're uncomfortable, I understand. I can just tell them that you're new to this and not ready for that yet. I'm not going to force you to do anything ok?"

It's not that I don't want to, it's just that it's weird

She's my best friend, I never had thoughts about her like that

I never thought about her undressing me

"No..it's uh...it's ok"

"You want to?"

I nod, swallowing hard

She nods, un-muting us

Her hands go to my shirt and start undoing my buttons, one at a time, painfully slow

She bites her lip and looks at me with huge innocent eyes

Goddamn she really is playing it up

She's a better actress than I thought

Once my shirt is open, her eyes move down to my body and I see her eyes pop out

"Holy shit", she whispers, "I didn't know you were like this Jinnie"

Her reaction surprises me

I do work out so I do have muscles and an outline of abs but I'm not built like some other guys I see at the gym

I don't have time to get cut like that

She runs her small hands up my body, starting from my stomach to my chest

Her small hands are warm and surprisingly feel so good on me that I close my eyes

Her hands spread out from my chest, across my collarbones, to my shoulders where she pushes my shirt off

She looks at the comments and tells me to read them

"Oh my god, he's gorgeous"

"That body is to die for"

"Motherfucker, he's hot!"

"God his shoulders are sexy"

"They like you", she tells me softly

I nod stupidly because yeah they do

"Jo look at the comments", I tell her

She turns from me, looking at the monitor

"Take his pants off"

"Pants gone, now please"

She turns back to me, smirking, "Stand up Jinnie"

I do

I'm ok with my pants off

It'll be like I'm in swim trunks

Her hands pull my belt through the buckle, getting it open

I swallow hard again, looking down at her

She's not looking at me, her eyes on my pants that she's now unbuttoning and unzipping

I realize with some horror that I'm getting turned on watching her take my clothes off

I need to stop

This is Joanne

My best friend

I need to stop thinking about her like that

She slides her hands down the sides of my pants and pushes them off me

I'm embarrassed that my hard on is straining though my boxers right in her face as she bends down to get my pants down

But she doesn't give a reaction at all

The pants pool at my feet and I step out of them

She moves away from me and motions for me to stand in front of the camera

As I do, I read the comments

"Jesus, look at those thighs"

"His legs are hot"

"Look how big his cock looks"

"I want to see his cock"

"Take his boxers off"

"Do you want to do that Jinnie?", she asks, pressing the mute button again

I have no fucking idea

Do I want to show these people my dick?

"Can they take pictures?"

She shakes her head, "I disabled any photo and video taking. The only pictures or videos they see are what I post. If you're worried about your job, they won't know. They won't have proof either"

I nod

Working in a high-end hotel, my managers would freak if they knew I was doing this

"It's up to you Jinnie"

"Yes ok fine", I say quickly before I can change my mind

She un-mutes us and says, "He's going to take his boxers off"

Looking at the comments pouring in, I tell her, "They want you to take them off"

"Of course they do. Do you want that?"

Is it bad that I do?

I want her to take my boxers off so badly

"Yes", I answer

She blinks like she didn't expect that

"Alright"

She fixes the camera so it's angled right at my crotch, then goes behind me

I watch her hands snake around my waist and stop at my stomach

Then her hands slowly slide down, feeling so good and I close my eyes again

Her hands slip under my boxers and she pulls them down, my cock springing up and sticking out

She keeps sliding the boxers down until I can step out of them

I glance at the comments

"He has a huge dick!"

"Humongous cock"

"Jesus christ, that's a monster dick!"

I can't help but smirk

"I'll leave you alone now Jinnie for about fifteen minutes ok?", she says behind me

I don't want her to leave

I don't want to be alone

I'm awkward and I'm scared I'm going to make a fool of myself

Then I see a request being flooded in the chat and I breath a sigh of relief

"They want me to take your clothes off"

After I say it, I realize what they're asking me to do and I panic

They want me to take her clothes off

They want us to be naked together

Oh shit

"Ok", she agrees

"I...really?"

"Yeah Jinnie. They're paying and that's what they want. So just do it"

Just do it

Like it's that easy

I'm hyperventilating inside but outside I'm keeping a calm demeanor

"Ok"

"You have to turn around Jinnie"

Right

Yeah

Face her or well maneuver her to a place where they can see both of us

I turn to her and her eyes immediately go down

Her eyes widen, her mouth drops as she looks at my cock

"Goddamn", she whispers and in that moment I'm proud that she's looking at me like that

"Come princess", I call her

She comes to me, standing in front of me

Sliding my hand under her shirt, I feel her soft skin

Goddamn I had no clue she felt so good

So smooth

Pulling her shirt slowly up her body, she raises her arms so I can get it off

My eyes widen seeing the tattoos she has

That I didn't know were there

A sternum tattoo with a rose and chandelier like hangings

That one is in color

And a lower stomach tattoo, another flower with a chandelier hangings too

This one is in color too

Dropping her shirt on the floor, I move my hands along her lower stomach, touching the tattoo, tracing the lines

"So pretty", I say

"Thanks"

"I didn't know you had this"

I move my fingers to the sternum one, "Or this"

God her tattoos are turning me on so much

She shrugs, "I don't really show it off"

"You should"

"Maybe I will", she laughs

I smile, moving behind her to undo her bra

And I'm shocked to see another huge tattoo on her back that takes up her whole back

Flowers, leaves and dots that make a chandelier look to it, all in black

It looks so good on her

My fingers have a mind of their own, tracing the lines of the tattoo everywhere

"I like this one too", I murmur

"Thanks Jinnie"

After I'm done oogling her back, I unhook her bra, moving back in front of her and pull it off

I get my first eye full of her boobs

Holy shit they're big

Huge

I just want to squeeze them

I refrain from doing that and instead move my hands down her stomach to her jeans

Unbuttoning the button, I unzip her jeans and slide my hands inside them by her hips, pushing them down slowly

I'm not going to lie, I'm fully hard and massively turned on

Undressing her is just....so erotic

As I bend my eyes land on her right side thigh tattoo that goes from her thigh to just under her knee

A wolf bearing its teeth with roses on top and bottom of the wolf

I had no clue about this one either

She has a lot

Why didn't she tell me when she got them?

I would of wanted to know, maybe helped her pick out something and maybe going with her to get them

They're all so beautiful and even though they're big, they look so good on her

"Pretty", I murmur running my fingers along it

I feel her shiver as she says thanks

"A wolf?"

"My favorite animal", she breathes, her skin trembling under my fingers

Moving my hand up to her hips, I pull down her lacy panties that have my dick straining and aching

I seriously would never think my best friend would be turning me on

It's not that she's not pretty

She is, she's beautiful but I just never thought of her that way

And now I'm wondering why I never did

My eyes wander to her pussy and my god it's pretty

Pretty lips, cute clit, pink

Perfect

'Stop!', I yell at myself

Standing up quickly, I look at the comments

"That was so good!"

"So sensual"

"Better when another person does it"

I mean yeah it's better when another person undresses you

It's more fun

Ripping clothes off is even better but I don't think that will ever happen with her

"I'm gonna leave for awhile and let you guys talk to Jinnie", she says

I feel panic rising

I want her to stay

Luckily for me the viewers agree

"Don't leave Jo. Stay while we talk to Jinnie"

"Stay Jo"

"I want you to stay"

"Don't leave poor Jinnie all alone"

Her eyes are on the computer and I see her shrug from my peripheral vision

"Ok, I'll stay"

She gets the computer and puts it on a small fold out table by the bed

"Sit here Jinnie", she says, pointing to a spot on her bed

I sit where she tells me to and face the computer

She sits behind me and I glance back to see her on her phone

She looks up and smiles encouragingly

"Talk to them Jinnie."

"I uh.."

"It's ok Jinnie. Answer their questions to start"

I nod, reading the comments

They're asking about my job, if I have a girlfriend, how long I've known Joanne for, how old I am

"I'm 27, like Jo. I've known Jo since we were babies. We were neighbors, our parents are close friends. We basically lived at each other's house through our childhood and teenage years. And we stayed friends", I explain, "And as for my job, I work at an exclusive hotel. I'm what's called a Luxury Concierge."

Basically I am at everyone's beck and call at my high end hotel

I take care of reservations, make sure every problem is taken care of immediately and discreetly, arranged tours and entertainment for the guests

It pays extremely well and I like my job

But extra money is extra money

"I don't currently have a girlfriend", I answer

I continue to answer their questions and talk about me

Which I weird

I never talk about me

After awhile, the conversation lulls and they ask for her

"Jo", I call, turning to look at her

She puts her phone down, "Yeah?"

"They're asking for you"

She nods, coming to sit next to me, looking at the screen

My eyes wander to her body, looking all over her

I just want to touch her

Feel her skin, feel how smooth it is

"Jinnie, look", she says, pointing to the comments

I tear my eyes away from her back to the screen, "Huh?"

"Look"

I read the comments, my mind not processing anything until a few seconds after I read it

They want us to kiss

She looks at me, "Are you ok with this?"

I...I don't know

I never thought about kissing her before

My gaze goes to her plump, pink, kissable lips and I find I really do wanna kiss her

"Yeah", I answer, "Are you?"

"Yeah"

I stare at her, wondering what to do when she moves closer to me, her lips against mine

Stars burst in my vision from her kiss

I have no idea what the fuck that's about

Her tongue licks my lip and I open my mouth, her tongue against mine in less than a second

Holy shit

She knows how to kiss

All too soon, she pulls away, looking back at the computer while I just want to still be kissing her

"They're asking us to make out", she says, "I'm good with it. You wanna?"

"Ok", I say immediately, turning her back to me, pressing my lips to hers again

Her arms fly around my neck, kissing me hard, our tongues against each other's

My god I can't get enough of her

I had no fucking clue my best friend is an amazing kisser

Moving my arms around her, I pull her to my lap and she comes willingly, straddling me, sitting right on my dick

And my god she's so wet, soaking me

Oh god

My hands don't know where to go, touching her everywhere

Sliding down her back, squeezing her cute ass, then back up her thighs and hips, up her stomach, finally grabbing her big boobs

God she's soft, smooth and feels so good

Her hands pull my hair, her fingers tangling in the strands before moving down my shoulders then my chest

Her hands are so small and feel so good

Her hands move to my back, sliding them slowly back up my back

She pulls away from me, her lips on my neck

"Fuck Jinnie, I didn't know you're so hot"

What?

Oh my god, did she just say I'm hot

"I..uh..", I trail off, her lips on my neck clouding my brain

"I didn't know you had this body under your button downs and dumb jacket you wear for work"

Yeah well I didn't know she looked the way she does either

"So many muscles everywhere, your shoulders, fuck, your hands, your everything", she murmurs

I'm still wrapping my head around the fact that my best friend is saying these things to me

Her lips find mine again and I fall into her kiss

She presses her body against mine, her amazing skin against mine

"Have to check the stream", she whispers, pulling away from me

Fuck, I want her back right now

"Oh", she whispers

"What?", I ask, anxious to kiss her again

"Look"

I read the comments, my eyes widening

They want her to play with herself and me to jerk off while we kiss

And they want me to cum on her pussy

Oh my god

I don't know about this

I mean I know she said she does this but I didn't know they'd ask me this

"You really don't have to Jinnie. I told them it's your first time and to not ask stuff like this"

While it is a lot, something I never thought I'd ever do, I'm thinking about it

I want to keep kissing her and I wouldn't mind seeing her play with her pretty cunt

Watch her cum

Oh god, I'm so fucking hard and horny

"I'll do it", I answer before I can think things through

"Oh. Uh yeah ok", she agrees

She fixes the camera, zooming out to capture more of her bed

And us on her bed

She lays down on her back, propped on pillows, her legs slightly apart and I swallow hard

I can't believe I'm about to do this

But I will do it

"Come here Jinnie"

I move closer to her, hovering over her

Her hand moves down and she bites her lip as pleasure enters her face

Fuck me she's touching herself

"Kiss me", she whispers

Immediately leaning down, I press my lips to hers, another round of stars blasting in my vision

I don't know what that means but I'm not thinking about it right now

She opens her mouth for my tongue as I slip it inside, playing with hers

My hand finds it's way to her boob, squeezing, my thumb rubbing against her nipple, feeling it get hard

And effectively making me harder

"You're supposed to be jerking off", she whispers, smirking at me

Oh right

I am

Kissing her deeply, I move my hand to her cunt, getting some of her juice in my hand

Then I bring my hand to my dick, spreading her juice on me so I'm at least a little wet and don't hurt myself like an idiot

Wrapping my hand around my length, I start moving up and down, pleasure slowly filling me

This is insane

I'm masturbating while kissing my best friend and she's doing the same

This is so not how I thought my day would be going when I woke up

"Mmmm", she moans in my mouth and her sounds are so pretty, making me move my hand faster

Her other hand is fisting my hair, pulling hard as she kisses me wildly and fuck, I like it

"Feels good Jinnie?", she asks, taking a breath from kissing me

I nod, "Yeah. Feels good for you?"

She nods, "Yeah Jinnie. Seeing you naked got me so wet"

I whimper, hearing her, just wanting to take her right now

Holy Christ, I need to chill

This is my best friend

Not a girlfriend, not a fuck buddy

I need to remember that

"Is your dick wet enough?"

I mean kinda

It hasn't hurt yet

And I tell her that

I feel her hand grab mine that's wrapped around my dick, her juice all over me

She brings my hand to her mouth, licking my palm so sexually, then putting my hand back on my dick

"Better?"

I nod, feeling so turned on, my cock so wet

I watch her fingers go back to her pussy, rubbing her clit, listening to her moans

Oh my fucking god

My hand moves on its own, jerking off fast and hard

Crashing my lips to hers, I kiss her hard, pleasure hitting me hard

Her breathing gets harder as she kisses me and I wonder if she's going to cum

"Oh fuck", she whimpers, shaking under me and moaning

Oh god she came

Pulling back I watch her cum and goddamn she's gorgeous

And seeing her brings me right there

"Gonna cum", I get out

She finishes, spreading her legs wider, "Cum on my pussy"

Right, that's what they asked for

Moving to my knees, I kneel next to her, jerking off as fast as I can

"Fuck", I moans, orgasming and watching my cum land on her cunt

I close my eyes, riding the pleasure until the end

When I'm done, I let go of my cock, sitting back, breathing hard

After a minute, I open my eyes, looking down at her pussy

Fuck me

My cum is all over her

On her pretty pussy lips, her clit, everywhere

She moves her hand to herself, her fingers playing with my cum, rubbing all over

"Fuck", I whimper, getting turned on again

She plays for a few more seconds before getting a tissue and cleaning up

Then she sits up and looks at the computer

I forgot the stream was on

"His cum felt good. Warm. Sticky", she says and I guess she's answering a question

She turns back to me, waving me closer

Sitting next to her, she says, "They're asking if you liked what we did"

I nod, "I did. A lot. It was fun"

It was

Now I'm not too sure I should of done that

I don't want to ruin anything between us

She's my best friend, I need her

"Well guys, thanks for logging on. I'll see you next time and maybe Jin will come back. You'll just have to watch to find out"

She waves and I do too, then she turns it off

Getting up, she goes to her dresser, pulls out a shirt and puts it on

"Do you really want me to come back on?"

"If you want to", she says, putting shorts on, "I just said that to keep them guessing. But don't feel obligated too"

I just nod, then get up to get dressed

"Uh Jo?", I call

"Yeah?"

"What we did. I don't want things to be weird between us"

She snorts, "Oh c'mon Jinnie. It won't. It's just a few kisses and masterbating. We didn't even touch each other. It's fine. Nothing's gonna change"

I am somewhat relieved and somewhat disappointed

Relieved that our relationship isn't changing

And disappointed that she's being so nonchalant about us being naked together and kissing

Like it didn't affect her like it did to me

Like she's not worried at all of things changing

I really need to get a grip

It didn't mean anything

It was just for the stream

"So did you like camming?"

I think about it for a minute

"Yeah. I did like meeting the viewers and talking to them. Although I'm not sure about the whole sex part of it"

She nods, "Yeah that takes some getting used to. But once you do get used to it, it's easy and feels natural"

Uh ok

I can't imagine that

She laughs, "You're face is funny Jin. It's ok though, you don't have to get used to it. You actually have a good job that pays well"

Yeah I do

I just wanted to see what this camming was like

Wanted to see what she does

I saw, I experienced and I don't know if I'll do it again

I check the time

6:00 pm

Damn we were on there for three hours

"I gotta go", I tell her

By the time I get home and cook it'll be like 7:30

Then shower and bed so I can get up for work tomorrow

"Ok Jinnie. C'mon, I'll let you out"

I follow her to her door, we say bye and I leave, walking to my car wondering what the hell I just did with my best friend

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[casspurrjoybell-26]

💖Sweet Revenge💖 - Chapter 16

*Warning Adult Content*

Blake Welling

"I'm sorry, Blake. It's not about you or your company. We're just not able to present the capital at this time. Which means we're not able to sign over the investment."

I stare across the table at Lyle Snyder, one half of Baker & Snyder Investments and the man who currently has the success of my business hanging by a thread.

A thread he seems about to cut.

"I don't understand," I say for what must be the fourteenth time.

"Last week you told me everything was in order."

We're sitting in a booth in a chain restaurant.

He's having lunch.

I'm having a bad day.

Not only is my top investor crapping out on me but I'm pretty sure I screwed things up royally with Aaron.

Sometimes I don't know what I'm saying when I get upset and I could have cut my own tongue out when I'd seen what my words did to him.

It was awful, the way that expressionless mask stole over his face like clouds covering the sun and it was my fault... again.

"I'll be honest with you, Blake," Lyle says, which makes me wonder what he's been with me so far.

"We were counting on the returns from a previous investment to fund your venture. Unfortunately, those returns... did not come through as expected. However, in six months... maybe a year... things could be different."

He gives me a sympathetic look that I don't want.

"In the meantime, don't lose hope. You have a business loan, right? And you said the shop is off to a great start. Besides, everyone is about startups and small businesses these days. You'll find other investors. Just give it time."

Outside the restaurant, we shake hands and part with civil, businesslike words.

I watch him drive away with my dreams.

I'd like to go to a bar and get drunk or maybe just buy a bottle of something and drive out somewhere remote and pass out in my truck but that doesn't seem like a healthy response and I'm not quite at that level of despair... yet.

So I drive home... slow, safe, controlled.

The way I've done everything for the past two years.

It's dark by the time I get back and I go straight around the back of my shop and up to my apartment.

I keep my eyes on the sidewalk as I do, careful not to look up and see either my own store on one side or Aaron's on the other.

I don't have the strength for either direction of thought right now.

Upstairs, I shower, make myself a sandwich, watch some mindless T.V. while I drink a beer, brush my teeth and go to bed.

All without allowing myself to think.

I'd spent a good few minutes staring at the rest of the beers in my fridge, contemplating how much it would hurt me to drink them all before deciding against it.

Later, I'd realize that was one of the best decisions I ever made.

~♡~

I don't know what wakes me.

I'd like to think it was some instinct, some mysterious lover's call.

Actually, I think I just had to piss.

Even so, it was lucky I did.

Afterwards, I stumble from the bathroom, aiming myself back towards my bed.

As I climb onto it, I raise myself on my knees and peer out the windows above its head.

They face across the street towards Aaron's and recently I'd made a habit of looking in that direction.

Even in my sleep-addled state, it only takes a few seconds for me to realize that something is wrong.

There's a weird orange light flickering against the shop's windows, like someone passing a screen back and forth in front of a flame.

And a flame, I realize, is what is causing it.

In an instant, I'm fully awake, pulling on my pants and out my door to the street.

I dial 911 as I go.

The operator tells me to stay on the line, to wait on the street, not to go inside.

But I don't see Aaron anywhere and I can hear smoke detectors going off like mad.

I run around the back as fast as I can, feeling my leg twinge in protest as I take the stairs two at a time.

I bang on his door and call his name but there's no answer.

Could he be out already?

Spending the night somewhere else?

But his car is in the street and... the door isn't anything fancy.

It's thin wood paneling, held on by basic hinges and a simple lock.

I throw myself against it with the strength of desperation.

On the fourth try, it gives.

Smoke fills the room and from below I hear the sound of angry flames surging on a fresh supply of oxygen.

Covering my face, I rush in.

Aaron lays on his bed, one arm thrown over his face in sleep.

I run to him and shake him, shouting between lungfuls of smoky air.

"Aaron. Aaron, wake up."

I slap his face none-too-gently.

"Wake the fuck up, damn it."

To my relief, his eyes slide open but they have a glassy, glazed look.

They fix on me and then slide away, unfocused.

"Aaron? Shit. What did you take?"

I glanced around wildly and my eyes light on the name-brand sleeping aid on his bedside table.

Fuck.

At least only one is missing from the pop-out tray.

"Aaron," I scream in his face, then cough.

There's no time for this shit.

I slide my arms under him and lift.

My leg gives under the strain and I fall.

At least the jostling rouses Aaron and his eyelids lift again.

He blinks and coughs and mouths my name.

"Come on, baby," I beg.

"You gotta wake up and help me. I can't carry you."

"Blake?" he says, this time with enough air I at least hear it.

"Yes... yes I'm here. There's a fire. Aaron, sweetheart, we have to move, now."

Instead, he passes out again.

I swear.

Biting back the pain, I get to my feet and try again.

I hold him against me as I rise and scream as my bad leg takes its share of the weight.

This time, though, I manage to keep my legs under me but every step is agony.

Outside I look down the flight of rickety wooden stairs and balk.

The sound of wailing sirens floats towards me on the cold night air.

Help is nearly here.

Stronger arms than mine are minutes away.

But I can't wait.

I swallow the fire burning my leg as sure as any flames and somehow make it to the bottom of the stairs and out to the safety of the opposite side of the street.

Then I collapse, Aaron in my arms.

When the paramedics arrive, they take him away from me.

I know he's fine but they don't.

They're worried about smoke inhalation and when I say 'he took something' without thinking, they start talking about stomach pumps and I do my best to intervene.

"No... no it was just one... just one," I say, pulling the emergency oxygen mask from my face.

"Can you be sure?" I hesitate.

"Yes. I'm sure."

In all the excitement, Aaron starts to come around anyway.

He sits up and looks across the street, blue eyes reflecting the glow of orange flames.

"I'm so sorry, baby," I say, kneeling beside him and gasping against my own pain.

"I'm so sorry."

He turns towards me, looking lost.

Then he lets me hold him as he cries.

[threenorth]

From oldest to newest.

Robin, you are more then enough if you want me to be something, be yourself. I like you how. Ever you are or will ever be.

Aaron, I'm sticking around I'm not going anywhere like I said if I'm going somewhere it's right back to you.

Parker (like spiderman but your technically Peter and I'm Zendaya) i'm forever grateful to of met you, I don't know if I would be here, without you...

Ben, I don't think there's any mixed signals maybe your interpretation is wrong? But if there are mixed signals I'd clarify that I don't believe there are any.

You, it always will work out, just need to give it some time apprnelty patience is annoying one but that's something...

R, my world was in darkness lost without you all I felt was pain, and saw your face reminding me of pain rather then the goodness you provided. Flowering my garden but all I had was pain of rain, in my my world was never the same, I was suffering through it trying to put up a brave wall but it was all a lie... I'm sure I've said that before...

Matthew, (John Devers song for his son?) that's fair I didn't think I'd have to associate your face with pain and grief lost in a mix of what's up or down, and when I thought about coming back all I got was nothing and Apprently to put your happiness first (the first call with that man who will not be named in 2018) and the part your blog told me to. Stay gone that was roughly the last time I looked at it and didn't see the log cabin till a few years to late...

Robert (frost the man who would change my life the path untaken) cowboy, yeeeeeeaaaaaayah.

*cracks an air whip * whooooplassh.

Moon, same here bestie but we got alot to Goss about, when it's time I can want to nerodivergt truma dump 😂 and relearn what I should of asked but didn't want to make you have to live through it painfully so I never asked...maybe once when your feeling head strong and I can hold your hand and kiss you... And I also know the game plan incase it goes... Yknow...

Marcel (proust is pretty depressing but intersting..) I only dated one person since us and that fell to crap, s.m she was an interesting case of saying she's ace and I thought she was lying to me, and that was interesting... I'll tell you about the people in my life but to be fair, I don't remember much because I don't care about them, and the story of life is only one sided and it's an interesting one... None the less...

Fk, yes it would be easier and safer for you to come here but I'm looking at Washington or Melbourne for the money, I think I could do a few years in Washington for the money but I don't think you can get into Australia without some neat paperwork...lucky for you I'm almost a tricitzen.

Cosmo, (stars and cosmos) I miss you too.

Forth, (after tom baker) it pains me we had to end the way we did, I take full blame for it... I'd hope at some point you asked a psychologist and they might of been able to give you an answer to me crying my eyes out then *pooof*per say but again not everyone had the full story and you must of seen the depressing posts occasionally to know I still had issues but those days were when I felt it the most and probably in breakdown...and then certain posts must of also told you that I knew what day it was like your birthday. Anyway enough about the past for now 😂 we're future focused.

Elliot,

Car park is a eunonism, and I really hope this isn't yours because I'm trying not to laugh but I think I know what your referring to but I'd rather ask in person, given I have some questions 😂

And technically I guess my car broke down? 😂

So same? I mean no wait? You erghhh... Yeah another time.

[escargon]

Love your avatar of the snail from the Kirby anime nobody ever talks about. 2. “Back in Action” could’ve been so much more if the focus was JUST on Daffy and Bugs (but I guess the spy plot comes from the original draft of the “Space Jam” sequel)

One: THank you!! I love him v much as I'm sure is evident by my blog theming and url

And two!! YES!! (even with that thought though I still refer to it as "the baffy movie" sometimes ajdhsajhd)

I've seen earlier drafts of the Back in Action script (warning for a lot of bad 2000s thoughts about women IRT Jenna Elfman's character) and while I'm much happier with what ended up finally coming out, I absolutely agree it could have been much better had there been less of a focus on the human characters, though at the same time it would be a completely different movie (which is hinted at a lot in a few of the Bugs and Daffy scenes)

I know at the time that specific division of WB was really struggling (because back in action was LITERALLY their last hope which. yikes) but I really really wish they had split it into two movies, I think that would have worked much better and given the writing and production team to really explore Daffy. Because like, Bugs Bunny is a Mary Sue. That's how he works, that's how he's worked for a really long time, but the really frustrating thing w him in relation to how Daffy sees him is that Bugs kinda doesn't give a shit. He doesn't really care that he's The Face of Warner Brothers and that pisses Daffy off so bad. It eats at Daffy's very being because if he were the star he would be eating it up every day (which is partially why he's not. Bugs is laid back just enough that the kind of stardom he has doesn't go completely to his head <- of course some of it still does but nobodys perfect lol). And that right there is such a strong conflict for a movie on it's own (as well as part of the driving conflict of Duck Amuck which is like. THE Cartoon featuring the more emotionally impacted and insecure Chuck Jones' characterisation of him, which is the one they went with for Back in Action)

I would love a straight-up Hollywood story with them (which is probably evident by the fact that those Feud and Valley of the Dolls quotes popped into my head when I was making The Post), and Warner Brothers of all studios has the background to really do something like that well. Which again there are pockets of that throughout BIA but really not explored in a meaningful way because they had to share screentime with the spy plot and all the other crap which was partially cut out/partially left in.

Anyway. You unleashed the floodgate of BIA thoughts I hope you liked it and thank you for the ask!

#thanks for the ask! #looney tunes: back in action #chatter #also only tangentially related every day i mourn the loss of bye bye bunny

[captain-penguin2]

I posted 297 times in 2022

That's 293 more posts than 2021!

196 posts created (66%)

101 posts reblogged (34%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@thena0315

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I tagged 196 of my posts in 2022

Only 34% of my posts had no tags

#fbi cbs - 40 posts

#nina chase - 38 posts

#movies - 28 posts

#ncis - 28 posts

#oa zidan - 23 posts

#stuart scola - 22 posts

#chicago fire - 21 posts

#tv shows - 21 posts

#the rookie - 21 posts

#one chicago - 20 posts

Longest Tag: 81 characters

#what tv theme do you never skip no matter how anxious you are to see the episode?

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Rant on last night (Spoilers for One Chicago)

Okay, so last night was hard for the One Chicago lovers. I slept on it and have come to terms with what happened and wanted to say this: I am not mad that two fan-favorite ships got "horrible" endings, I don't watch PD anymore so I can't say anything relating to that except they ended up getting his decision to leave correct and make it be a very Jay thing to do. However with Fire, It's not that Hawkins died I mean I'm upset because I really liked the actor, it was the fact that within two episodes they decided to torture the paramedics Violet probably more than Brett although Brett broke up with essentially the love of her life and the next episode was almost murdered by one of her paramedicine patients. It seems that all characters on the show are always happy or at least rarely have bad things happen to them. Every season however the paramedics seem to be the target of all the bad things that tend to happen on the show. Especially Brett in the last few seasons. Now, this is just my opinion feel free to argue it, but again I'm not really angry that they blew up ships, I'm mad at the writing that sets up trauma for the characters. I understand that they want to add a challenge to the characters' lives and that Violet hasn't really experienced trauma since she has been on the show, but also why do this? Although this will hurt Violet way more than Brett like 100x more it still affects her because as we have seen in promo pics she has to deal with a new partner for the next episode. Feel free to argue my rant any way you choose.

15 notes - Posted October 6, 2022

#4

Wait, so now Brett and Violet, have both lost relationships they loved. Violet actually lost Hawkins so that's a little different than Brett and Casey breaking up, but still, seriously why am I surprised this always happens, what I've learned is never get invested in a ship on One Chicago, because most of them end up going down the drain.

16 notes - Posted October 5, 2022

#3

All my thoughts during the Blue Bloods Premiere

Erin and Jack have been together this entire time! I am really enjoying this episode and I love how Jamie was like “maybe I don’t want to be the quiet one anymore” I was like finally!!!

Jamie got shot! Even though I knew and know he is going to survive it still gives a rush of panic. I also didn’t realize he would get shot that early in the gunfight.

Jamie and Eddie have always been my favorite characters and they are confirming how much I like them in this episode.

I forgot how much I really love this show and how much fun it is to watch! This premiere has been amazing so far! It has yet to disappoint me!

Poor Eddie😥

Frank and the archbishop are me and my friends when we r in a car together silent with very little conversation until we get to our destination

Crap! Bullet near the spine. Nooo!

I love when all the Reagan’s are all together and defend each other. I love that Henry said “ we just want you to fix him”

Frank and the archbishop trying to act similar to “how the kids act these days” and it is cracking me up😂

I love this Danny and Joe conversation

You tell her Eddie!!

Loved the calm and mature Eddie response we never really see that

“We’re lambs”😂

That was one of my favorite premieres of this Tv season. It had some incredibly wholesome scenes and was beautifully written. I loved every minute of it and how all the storylines were connected in someway.

18 notes - Posted October 7, 2022

#2

Yesssss!!!! Worried Bradford!!!!

25 notes - Posted October 9, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

angry little Rant

I just realized the number of ships we are going to lose in Dick Wolf's shows, is a lot. Well, Upstead and Rollisi are going to stay together, but there will only be half of them staying on the show.

25 notes - Posted October 5, 2022

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[mellarked-katnisseverdeen]

Okay saw this in the tags AGAIN and I was fuming but. I'm calm now, I'm calm and I'm gonna point out the lack of canon evidence that Peeta ever forced or pushed Katniss into ANYTHING. Much less a relationship.

Here is the thing; if you are gonna say at all that Peeta admitted his feelings for Katniss to get her to be with him in a relationship you have to prove ONE thing; that Peeta knew the rule change was gonna happen, or at least possible. He had somehow been a part of the choice to allow a team of tributes to win.

There is NOTHING to suggest that, as far as I know. Please, do tell me if there is but I've never seen any of that.

But canonically...Peeta thought he was gonna die. He used what he could to make Katniss look good in a way that could possibly get her more sponsors, and hopefully a better chance to go home. Theres no way he could know Haymitch was gonna try and pull for a rule change unless I am massively blanking on something.

That is also neglecting to take into account that while, yes, he was pouty when he finds out Peeta never does press the issue. Never forces himself into her space until the Capitol comes around. And even then he makes it clear, even if in a slightly jerk way, that he knows now it's not real for her. Even when they are engaged he actively upset because he knows Katniss isn't wanting this.

Not to mention- HE IS WILLING TO SACRIFICE HIMSELF SO SHE CAN BE WITH GALE IN THE QUARTER QUELL. Because he THINKS thats what she wants!

I do not, no matter how hard I try, understand this idea some people have of Peeta being this evil mastermind who pulls the string to get Katniss to do anything he want when canonically, he literally does nothing of the sort.

#Everlark #Katniss Everdeen #Peeta Mellark #The Hunger Games #Also this is about SEVERAL posts...not directed at one person #I've seen SO much of this crap the last few days I'm giving my thoughts on all of it

[oro-e-diamanti]

The one where Ethan is pretending

Description | When you bump into Ethan in Paris, you fail to mention that you know exactly who he is. You’re not sure how long you’ll be able to keep it up when he asks you out for a drink.

Content | Fluff

Pairing | Ethan x gn!Reader (with the exception of one female pet name)

Word Count | 2071

Taglist | @ginny-lily @ethaneskin @tabi-toast @mywritingonlyfans

***

There was no way you were staying in the same place that Måneskin had just arrived at. There was no way, you kept telling yourself. Paris was a massive city, the number of available hotels in the hundreds, maybe thousands if you had to guess. And yet, somehow, you had managed to pick the one place one of your new favourite obsessions would spend their time. You knew it didn't mean much, the hotel had more than a couple of rooms and with your luck, you wouldn't even catch a glimpse of them. But as you kept scrolling through Instagram, seeing pictures of people meeting the four Italians in front of the place you had checked into mere days ago, you couldn't fight a little bubble of excitement forming in your chest.

Well, you told yourself you wouldn't get your hopes up. And you definitely wouldn't hang around in front of the hotel or in the lobby. You had booked your solo trip to Paris months ago, after dreaming about visiting the city for most of your life, and you would be damned if you wouldn't stick to your itinerary and enjoy your holiday. However - you had gotten up at what felt like dawn to go queue up for the Louvre and spent the last couple of hours there, so you decided that a nap was the way to go if you wanted to continue exploring the city in the evening. Fortunately, the walk back to the hotel wasn't long.

You had made it to the last corner before entering the street you were aiming for, when two giggling girls ran past you, unceremoniously bumping your shoulder and sending you tumbling. You were fully expecting to hit the ground, but instead, a pair of strong arms caught you and brought you back to your feet. A pair of strong arms belonging to a strong chest that you came face-to-face with, belonging to a gorgeous face, belonging to Ethan Torchio.

"Tu vas bien?" His broad French accent confused you, momentarily forgetting about the little detail that you were, in fact, in France, as you stared at the drummer in front of you, who was still protectively holding onto your upper arms.

"Huh?" Was the immensely intelligent answer that thus left your mouth.

"Oh, not French?"

"No, definitely not French." You finally said, taking a step back from him to avoid the increasing awkwardness you were feeling about being touched by him, while the two girls who had previously knocked you down were now lingering around the two of you suspiciously, not coming close enough to be rude, but obviously desperate to get their own piece of Ethan. "No, just a tourist."

"Me too," Ethan smiled. "A tourist, I mean. Well, kind of. I'm here with my band so it's not like we have time to do a lot of sightseeing."

He briefly turned around to look at the two girls who still seemed frustrated at you hogging his time and gave a small wave before turning back to you. It was the movement that made you realise he had the most gorgeous red rose tucked into the waistband of his trousers. Well, it used to be the most gorgeous rose - after your little crash, it had bent in the middle, the top hanging only by a thread, in the most miserable fashion.

"Oh, no I am so sorry!" You gasped, carefully grasping the delicate petals that were on the verge of breaking off. "I must have crashed into it when you caught me."

"Don't worry about it," Ethan said, softly, and pulled the stem from his waistband. The flower looked even more tragic now, in all its crushed glory. "A fan gave it to me a few minutes ago."

"Huh?" You surely proved yourself articulate in this conversation. You mentally hit yourself, angry at yourself for being so easily flustered.

"There are a few fans waiting in front of our hotel, because we're in a ... band ... and things."

Apparently, your awkwardness was contagious. Also, it was becoming increasingly obvious that Ethan thought that you had no idea who he was.

"Let me get you a new one," you suggested. "There's a flower shop just two doors down from the hotel - I mean, I am staying there, too, so I know."

He smiled at you with a serenity and calmness that had your heart soaring. You decided you'd be willing to buy him a million roses if only he kept smiling at you like that for a little longer.

"Well, I've got to go now, but it would be rude to refuse your offer. Meet you in the bar of the hotel at 8 tonight?"

No way this was happening. You almost gasped, but at the last moment managed to keep your cool, outwardly. On the inside, you were a mess. Bumping into the drummer of one of your favourite bands was a wonderful chance meeting as it was - but this almost sounded like a date. Now, of course, Ethan wouldn't be asking you out on a date. That would be ridiculous. But there was also no way you would miss out on a chance to meet him again. Preferably without those two giggling girls that were still standing behind him, watching every move of your interaction but luckily too far away to hear what you were saying.

"It's a d- uh, deal," you quickly recovered before almost spitting out the word date instead. Ethan chuckled.

"Right, see you later, then, for our... deal."

He had seen right through you anyway, you thought. But he was still laughing, so it wasn't all that bad - right?

With another quick touch to your upper arm, Ethan walked past you, turning around just one last time.

"My name is Ethan, by the way. You can tell me yours tonight."

Oh, you would.

***

The rest of the day was... well, restless. You couldn't nap because your mind was a whirlwind and your stomach was twisting with excitement. So instead, you had made sure to get the prettiest red rose you could find in the flower shop down the street - while slightly wincing at the price that a shop in the center of the city of love demanded - and put it in a glass the hotel receptionist had been nice to give to you. Then you had decided that there was no way you would manage to relax before 8, so you allowed yourself a few hours simply wandering through the city, no real destination, no itinerary for once, just a nice long stroll with nothing but your thoughts.

At five past eight - being slightly late was still cool, right? - you did a quick check-up in the mirror, realised you were not going to get any happier with your appearance whatever you tried to do at this point, grabbed the rose from its makeshift vase, and left your room.

It only took you a second to see him when you entered the little bar on the ground floor of the hotel. Even in the dim light, the white blouse that he had already been wearing when you met for the first time stood out like a sore thumb. Long dark hair fell over his back in a silky fashion. You had never wanted to touch anyone's hair more.

You took one more deep breath and then walked over to Ethan, smile on your face and rose in your hand.

"A rose for the handsome gentleman?"

Ethan almost jumped, apparently not having heard you coming, but quickly a smirk spread over his face while he stood up.

"I'll take the rose and your name, then."

"It's Y/n."

Ethan greeted you with a soft kiss to your cheek, before taking the rose, pulling your chair back, and inviting you to sit. It was almost ridiculously romantic and if it had been anyone else it would have seemed over-the-top and off-putting, but with Ethan it seemed sincere and fitting.

"Glass of wine, Y/n?" He asked as he casually waved the waiter over to your table.

"Just one. I want to get up early tomorrow for some more sightseeing."

***

It didn't end up being just one glass. It ended up another one and then a bottle shared. But it also ended up with three hours of talking, laughing, teasing, and slowly moving your chairs closer together until you were basically sitting on the same side of the table. You had asked him about his band - still trying to cover up that you knew exactly who they were out of pure fear that he'd reject you for being a fan - and he has asked about your job, your life, your family. In fact, you only left the bar when the waiter had started throwing you annoyed looks while demonstratively cleaning the tables around you.

"I'll bring you to your room," Ethan chuckled lightly as you waited for the elevator. His hand was on the small of your back and it was spreading tingles all through your body. You were standing close enough that you could smell his perfume, a light yet musky scent that encapsulated everything about him.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, he lightly pushed you inside and you found yourself not minding him leading you like this. You pressed the button for your floor, leaning against the wall as you studied the man in front of you. He was a thing of beauty, no question about it, and when he smiled down at you the way he was right then and there, he made you feel like one, too.

"I had a lovely evening, Y/n. Is there any chance I could get your number?"

What a question, you thought to yourself. You'd be mad to refuse him!

You dug your phone out of your cluttered bag. You had switched numbers just a few weeks ago and had not yet learned the new digits by heart. Quickly, you switched it on - and your heart sank. Oh crap. You had completely forgotten about this.

The lockscreen of your phone was a picture of Måneskin.

As you looked up, you realized Ethan had seen. And, contrarily to the reaction that you were anticipating, he was wearing a massive grin.

"Ethan, I am so sorry, I should have told you immediately when we met but I kind of just stumbled into this and you were explaining you were in a band and I didn't know how to say-"

"Dolcezza, calm down. I've known all along."

"Wait - what?"

He didn't explain. Instead, he pointed to your bag - your tote bag - your Måneskin tote bag.

You truly felt like the least intelligent life form on earth.

"I've been carrying that around all day, haven't I?"

While your embarrassment grew, face heating up, Ethan grabbed your shoulders and pulled you into his body. His arms tightly wrapped around your body and you could feel his giggles in his chest, as your head was pressed against it. You didn't hesitate in reciprocating, clinging onto his torso, slowly swinging from side to side. Both of you caught in a tipsy stupor.

You only stopped when the elevator arrived at your floor, both of you stumbling out and dragging each other to your door while clinging on. When you reached your room, you let your back lean against it, pulling Ethan along so you were standing face to face, smiling at each other shily and yet never breaking eye contact.

"Why didn't you say anything?" You finally asked. He stroked your cheek, leaving goosebumps. He had now gotten so close that you could feel his breath on your, drowning in each other.

"I liked pretending."

And then he kissed you. Boldly, unafraid and passionate. You melted like putty under him, letting him take control while letting yourself fall, as his lips moved against yours.

You only pulled away enough to get another glance at him, before once again searching your bag, now one-handed, so you never quite had to let go of him. A small triumphant sound escaped you as you located the key card. Holding it up next to your face, you shot the man in front of you another smirk.

"Why don't we keep pretending? At least for tonight."

It wasn't an offer he was going to refuse.

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[astromaki]

part 3 of second choice ; ceo!shoto todoroki x gn!reader (x ceo!katsuki bakugo) (1617 words)

part 1. part 2. (previous) part 4.

tw ; angst, arranged marriage, toxic relationship, degradation, divorce, mention of alcohol, bad language, slightly suggestive ?

EXTRA INFOS ;; all the characters are aged up obviously (they are 30 here), the point of view of this third part is from shoto todoroki !

confrontation. [7 : 16 pm]

a week has passed since he came home that night drunk. that he had begged momo to stay with him. that he had accidentally seen those divorce papers crumpled by your hands.

momo had seen them too that night, and yet she and shoto had not commented on them. good, he wasn't in the mood anyway.

it had become almost official, even the media had it on their front pages. "one of japan's richest couples on the verge of divorce?", "billionaire todoroki single again?" "y/n, will the heir.ess of their father's company return to being a lawyer?"

he would have liked to say that he cared what you thought about it. if you cried, screamed, were you hurt ? but that would be lying, you were the least of his worries.

and then, wasn't it what he wanted from the beginning ?

that you would end up hating him so much that you would leave him. that he could finally be free of the weight that you represented every day.

and yet his signature was still missing.

"you can't even love your partner properly, and now i hear through the media that a divorce is on the way ? you're pathetic son. i knew i should have married them to touya. " enji's heart-attack voice echoed terribly through the phone, which made shoto sigh. he was even pretty sure he could hear it from across town.

"calm down." shoto said in an annoyed tone. "your marriage isn't a success either, so keep your remarks to yourself. bye. "

"you idiot, don't you dare hanging up on me. i don't care if you can't satisfy your s/o, i don't care if they feel bad about this arranged marriage either. but y/n y/l/n comes from a very famous lawyer's family, so get a divorce and the amount of money you have to give will be huge. "

"i manage them, it will not be a problem. i have to go now. "

the young man finally returned to your room, looking exhausted, his tie loosened and ready to down a few glasses of whiskey.

however, he was surprised to see you. dressed in a beautiful versace dress/suit, you were glowing. well no, he meant that you looked... good.

though, it was the first time he took the time to look at you. to admire you.

the young man finally met your indifferent gaze through the mirror you were standing in front of. that gaze that was so joyful and sparkling at the beginning of your marriage, full of hope to transform this purely financial union into a love marriage.

but that look, devoid of emotion, almost made shoto, Japan's most ambitious ceo, doubt himself. almost.

"i'm surprised you're still using my card to splurge. how much is this one? $1000 ? $2000 ?"

he was tired, exhausted. nut the truth is he was in the mood to be a pain in the ass tonight.

"$ 8,330. plus the $800 pair. " you replied coldly.

your answer was like a slap in the face to your husband. not because of the price, he didn't give a fuck about this.

but this tone right there. it wasn't like you. you were normally so gentle, patient even with the worst of the crap he put you through. that naive kindness that made him want to vomit was completely gone. he didn't expect such a turn of events.

"so you decide to divorce me, but first you want to empty my bank account? you're exactly as I imagined." his look that used to reflect nothing but fatigue was now full of contempt for you.

you finally faced him. shit, he couldn't help but find you beautiful.

"here todoroki, let's talk about the divorce. " you began, quietly walking over to the cabinet and pulling out a stack of documents. "i've signed it, sign it, and i'll take it to my lawyers first thing in the morning.

he snatched them out of your hand and threw them across the room. you didn't even flinch, you even held his gaze. poker face.

a loud silence fell between you. a long silence, uncomfortable and comfortable at the same time. heavy and light. sensible and meaningless.

"what's all this about ? who put you up to this ?"

a wry laugh escaped your lips. your new behavior puzzled shoto. he loved and hated what he had in front of him. a challenge.

"you think i need someone to make me realize that i deserve better than an asshole like you ? fuck, let me laugh. "

your hand went to retrieve a piece of paper from your purse. and it was slammed hard against his chest. bakugou’s business card.

he found your face inches from his, your warm breath gently caressing his cheeks. a scent of whiskey filled his nostrils. you were not sober.

"how many drinks are you on? " he asked quietly.

"so now do you care if i downed a whole bottle or not ? oh please shut up. because now that you mention it, your friend bakugou katsuki may have hired me. to be his company's business lawyer. isn't that funny? "

you turned your back on him, unaware of the state you'd put him in. but damn, it was like he'd just been slapped in the face. nausea took over his whole body, his legs became heavy and weak in few seconds only. and he knew damn well it wasn't fatigue.

so you were leaving him, but on top of that you were going to work for his number one competitor ?

he didn't know what hurt more, the knowledge that bakugo had won one of the most competent lawyers in the field or that you were leaving him for him ? was he jealous ? surely not, it was another feeling that repulsed him. he didn't even know.

"have you lost your tongue todoroki ?"

todoroki ? since when did you call him by his last name ? where are the darlings or my heart that used to annoy him so much ?

you finish getting ready, now wearing your long jacket. he had lost his tongue indeed, he didn't know what to say to you. what to do.

y/n y/l/n, you had succeeded in putting your husband to the wall.

but it was only for a moment. he quickly, too quickly, pulled himself together. his usual irritated expression returned.

"you don't see that he's using you to get ahead of me ? i thought you were smarter than that. "

he took a step forward, slowly but surely. like a predator approaching its prey.

"he doesn't care about you. just like no one has ever cared about you, not me, not him and not your bourgeois family. that's why they put you in a loveless marriage so easily. "

a mirthless laugh escaped from his lips.

"y/n, this bastard doesn't give a damn about you. "

you tried to move towards him, ready to slap him, but the alcohol made you capsize and stumble on your carpet. he arrived just in time to support you with his muscular arms. an annoyed sigh resounded in the large room when your sob reached his ears.

nevertheless, a petty smile stretched his lips. there you were again, the fragile and unassertive y/n finally in his arms.

that bakugo had managed to turn your brain inside out. yet shoto knew you better than anyone else. he knew you. better than you knew yourself. you were that puzzle he had managed to decipher long ago.

"that's not true. kacchan wouldn't do that...", you whisper.

"you know i'm right, sweetheart. you know i'm the only one who's honest with you. my love for you is all you need. "

his muscular hand gradually, peacefully, came to caress your back to take off the buttons of your dress. his lips came to meet yours, to draw you into a long, languid, unsentimental kiss. your lips asked for more, your whole soul asked for more of shoto. more of this man for whom your heart never stopped beating. even if his was vibrating for another woman.

you wanted to feel his lips making love to you sensually, sincerely.

you just wanted him to love you for one night. one fucking night.

shoto was ecstatic. he could already see himself opening a bottle of champagne with his father, to celebrate the divorce that would never happen. tonight, shoto had brought out his best acting skills. millions were at stake. he had brought out his best kiss. he had never touched you like that. so gently, so carefully.

he had never called you by any affectionate nickname.

he has done too much to keep you around.

and you were drunk, not stupid.

you finally stood up, moving away from him, reluctantly. nothing he said was true. from his love for you, to his accusations against katsuki.

awkwardly, you put your dress/suit back on properly.

"i have a meeting with my future employer mr. bakugou tonight. i'll be late. don't wait for me, i'll sleep at the hotel tonight, with your card. "

a red color came to his cheeks. anger ? sadness ? jealousy ?

he had never seen you so determined, so proud. and that attracted him. he was going to lose millions, no matter what. but it was you who was going to escape him. for that bastard bakugou katsuki.

the nice little y/n was no longer shoto todoroki's.

AHHH omg sorry sorry i told you i can't do a fluffy end!! >< (comments and reblogs are appreciated <3)

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[roomeight]

I wasn't going to say much on this but I'm so tired of seeing people find Alex Jones level conspiracies excusing Graham so I guess I'll stir the pot.

This stuff against Graham isn't new. It's been talked about since Graham started a Twitter. I've seen this cycle too many times, fans won't believe something even if it's staring them in the face. I don't believe this is a smear campaign. And blurhatesme from last year, I'm sure hated Graham, but it still doesn't explain the pics of the sugar baby girl, who btw, has been a fan since 2013 and last year after she showed up again everything with graham's marriage went to crap.

Any time a fan has called out Graham's problematic behavior fans have banned that person from the message boards or shunned them. The fandom literally protects him/does not hold him accountable, and it's really upsetting to watch as a new wave of underage fans get beckoned in every few years and the cycle starts again. This is a man who is in a position of power over young individuals who are willing to excuse seedy behavior because it the person they are in love with is sliding into their DMs. Ask yourself, what type of person DMs fans less than half his age on such a frequent and obvious basis that the fandom doesn't question that he does?

I know because I was that young fan once, who then grew up and realized how wrong that behavior I was seeing from Graham was.

I can't give you irrefutable proof that Graham is doing these things, but I can tell you that I have heard these allegations - yes even the worst parts of the allegations - brought up by many of my friends, fans who loved Graham more than anything and struggled with the truth. These people did not want to start a hate campaign against Graham. Some of them, including myself, tried to push it out of my mind to not think about it because I couldn't stand to lose being able to write fic or the thing that made me happy. When I first found out about Graham, I left the fandom for about 3 years. It took that long for me to heal from the pain I felt finding out Graham wasn't who I thought he was. I had stupidly hoped that he'd grown up after having his second kid. But he hasn't.

I don't blame people for being skeptical, I'm not happy with how things went down. This sort of stuff is handled by journalists for a reason. But I will call out fans blindly defending him, against women who have less power and are brave enough to tell their story. We may not know what the extent is of these allegations are, but there's definitely something wrong that's been wrong for a while.

And the really gutting thing about it is, these victims, they're probably silenced now and he's going to get away with it again. No accountability, no statement, his army of diehard fans will continue to protect him and absolve him by using the same Graham-is-the-victim argument Graham has been peddling for years. I KNOW Graham had a shitty year, I know his mom died, and he's been in therapy every day. I have sympathy for him for that, but I don't think that negates the fact he needs to be called out for his behavior so he stops. Last year's sugar baby incident made it obvious that he is STILL doing what he was doing from 2008-2013. He's just gotten better at hiding it as call out culture has become more normalized. If you still think this is a smear campaign, that every woman with claims against him is lying and crazy and out for attention, I would ask that you think about how if a man said he was abused, the court of public opinion would not need the level of evidence they are demanding right now for a guilty verdict. But with women they do. It's not "believe all women," it's "believe women." In the same way we believe men. Be skeptical, ask for evidence, question things, but if you are supporting the idea that this is just a scorned woman out to get Graham you're a part of the reason abusers continue to get away with things and women are afraid to speak up.

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"Not My Yacht" *Chapter 1?*

So this is interesting:

So "Not My Yacht" was my very first fic. Like, I'm talking VERY VERY first.

So when I started asking around about ideas for a new series, a few of my lovelies went through my one shots and this story and "Doodling" got some good votes.

So, I decided to include the one shot and just added to it for a POTENTIAL new series. We'll see how this chapter goes over.

Also I'll be including Rita Calhoun in this for the FIRST time ever, so I may need assistance from @storiesofsvu to get her voice right. I did my best here. I'll be honest I've never really watched her, just that one where that guy blackmailed her or something.

Also Also, if it wasn't obvious enough this is obviously the beginning of the SVU episode "Her Negations".

I don't want to give anything away because I haven't even really thought that far, but I'm 95% sure this is going to turn in a William Lewis situation fic. So...pretty dark. I'm just warning you NOW.

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And yes, the results are in. There is a part 2!

You breathed in the salty air of the sea of the sunny South Hampton shore; It was a beautiful day for a yacht party.

You walked along the pier as you got closer to your boss’s boat: The Crime Wave. Her husband’s idea of a funny name she claimed as she had invited people from the office to this soiree. You were lucky to even get an invite, just being the assistant to the owner of the law firm. “Who else is going to help me dodge boring conversations with men who just wanted a "free ride” on the bosses boat?“ She had teased you; or at least you hoped she was kidding.

You really wanted to just relax and mingle among the elite lawyers of NYC, seeing as you wanted to be one of them someday.

You saw your boss, Rita Calhoun waving you down as you reached the dock space.

"Ah! There you are, for a minute I thought I’d have to mix my own drinks!” She laughed with a wink. You laugh nervously, unable to discern if she was kidding.

“Calm down sweetie, I’m a big girl. Besides, I like to make them myself, strong,” she laughed again, patting your shoulder. Crap had your face looked that panicked? Keep it cool!

“Go ahead, enjoy yourself. I’ll be here, making sure none of those damn punks tries to sneak on here for free booze,” she scoffed, nodding to a group of highly dressed teens playing chicken on the shoreline.

You nodded with a half laugh, stepping onto the yacht. It was a decent size, a second level deck and a very spacious main level. Not a lot of people had arrived yet, so you decided to pick a spot on the yachts back bench area before all the seating was taken. You began removing your over clothes revealing your swimming wear when you hear Rita greet someone else.

“Ah, Barba. You know we have flare guns on board,”

You turn to see the ADA of New York, Rafael Barba. He’s dressed in a windbreaker and what could be either a dark red or salmon polo. You realize Mrs. Calhoun is referring to the almost neon yellow color of the windbreaker, and you can’t help but giggle. It must have been way too loud because they both turn to you which caused you to immediately shut up and go back to undressing and laying out your towel, but ever so slightly still honed in on the conversation.

“You can never be too careful Rita, who knows how many enemies I’ve made in this town; someone might throw me over,” he smirked.

“And anyone here could make it look like a very convincing accident….even my aspiring protege over there,” Rita nods over to you, knowing full well what you were doing.

Barba turned and looked at you, your body frozen in mid towel thrust. You didn’t know whether to throw it over yourself or just run off the boat right there.

“I know it’s an awful jacket dear, you don’t have to keep staring at him.” She called over to you. God why did she have to be so….her.

“Jesus Rita give the girl a break, or did you invite her just to torture her on unbillable hours?” Barba scoffed with a half smile, walking over to you.

“Is it really worth the minimum wage to put up with her?” He asked.

“Mmm…it’s more for the experience, honestly.” You replied surprisingly smoothly.

“Oh….well I mean I could give you the experience without–” He started but was interrupted by your boss’s loud exclaiming.

“Yeah I’ll BET you’d give her experience Barba! Stop hitting on my intern and mingle with the adults.”

If you could dig a hole straight through the boat into the ocean you would do it right then and there.

“…..Without THAT.” He rolled his eyes, lightly flipping her the bird behind his back. You see her respond with a laugh then turns her attention back to the guests boarding.

“She’s probably been drinking since she got on the boat, yeah?” He asked you.

“I…I don’t know I just got here….” You managed to squeak out as your towel strayed from your hands. Barba grabbed it and helped you reposition it on the bench.

“Kinda windy for a yacht party, but Rita will take any chance to celebrate anything remotely resembling a boost to her ego. Am I right?” He chuckled, before sitting down on your towel.

“Just to keep it from blowing away, do you mind?” He asked, gesturing for you to join him. You nodded a boisterous “NO”, plopping next to him on the bench.

“I’m Rafael Barba,” he extended his hand to you, which you took and shook gently, praying to God he didn’t notice you were literally shaking. You had probably had the biggest crush on him since you started working with Mrs. Calhoun, he was constantly in her office challenging her with warrants and favors.

“Oh yeah I know,” you blurted out, mentally facepalming immediately.

“I see….” He raised an eyebrow. “And you are….?”

You were about to answer when his phone went off. He answered it putting one finger up and mouthing the words “one second.”

“Barba. Yeah….what? Seriously, Olivia? On a Sunday?!” He groaned into his phone with an exaggerated eye roll. He raised his hand and ran it over his face begrudgingly as he talked.

“Yeah….alright, fine. Yeah I’ll be there, give me an hour. I’m in the Hamptons. Because it’s my day off, Liv! Do you think I lock myself in my office over the weekends like a vampire in a coffin? Yeah…I’m sorry, I just…” He glanced at you.

“I was enjoying my Sunday.” He gave you a small sad smile.

“Yeah. Ok. See you soon.” He hung up the phone with an exasperated sigh.

“I’m sorry, I gotta go back to the city. Don’t let Rita push you around too much, okay?” He chuckled, rubbing the top of your head like a puppy. You felt your face scrunch up in annoyance, seriously? He thought of you as a kid?!

He obviously noticed, and quickly held out his hand again very sternly.

“Sorry, future counselor.” He said in an overly serious tone, and you couldn’t stop yourself from giggling. Again. Like an idiot.

Relieved he had fixed his faux paux, he gave you one last beautiful Barba grin as he jogged over to Rita and told her something before nodding to you once again, then walked off the boat and disappearing down the pier.

Your boss sauntered over to you, a shit eating grin across her face.

“Well Cinderella, you sure kept that cool.” She gestured for your phone beside you.

“Be sure to tell him your name this time,” she winked, handing it back to you. You glanced down at it as she walked away; she had added a number to your contacts.

“BHole Barba.” You laughed out loud. Nice. Maybe she wasn’t such a horrible boss after all….

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By Monday you still hadn’t had the balls to text Rafael Barba. You had just stared at the number in your phone, imagining all the possibilities contacting him would lead to. You may have gotten so far as planning your summer wedding in the Hamptons, but nobody needed to know that.

But you had chickened out and left it alone, and now you were sitting at your desk typing up a memo for Rita when you saw him come waltzing through the door.

“Ah, Cinderella!” He smiled at you.

“Hey…” Your mind went blank, you couldn’t think of words. Wait, had he already given you a nickname?

“Cinderella?” You blinked in confusion.

“Well I never caught your name-- But I guess I shouldn’t even push it, you’ve clearly moved on and I must seem like a creep,” His train of thought proceeded out loud as he realized you hadn’t taken his number and here he was still flirting with you. Rita had given it to you, he had seen her type it in your phone. Obviously you weren’t interested, why was he pushing this?

“What? NO!” You said a little louder than you intended, actually a lot louder than you intended. You slapped your hand over your mouth after your little outburst, but to you relief he was still smiling.

“Oh? Well I suppose that’s good…” He was obviously fishing for your excuse as to why you had waited until he popped back in your face to talk to him.

“No, I um--” You racked your brain for an excuse that wasn’t “I was busy planning our lives together”.

“I….couldn’t think of something interesting to say,” You finally admitted with a pitiful sigh. You were not a good liar, and under pressure, forget about it.

Again, he still smiled-- but this time he laughed along with it.

“I mean, ‘Hello’ is always an option,” He chuckled. “Or...your name?”

“Oh!” Idiot. You hadn’t even given him your name, how was he supposed to fall madly in love with you without a name?

“Y/N,” You stuck your hand out awkwardly, Was this a ‘shake hands’ moment? Hadn’t you already met before? You stared at your hand as you moved it slightly back and forth, arguing with yourself whether or not this was necessary. Luckily, Rafael settled the argument by taking your hand and shaking it firmly.

His hands were so soft, his long fingers enveloped yours in them. You lost yourself in the moment, and before you knew it he was making an uncomfortable cough, snapping you back to reality. You dropped his hand and snapped yours back into your body like a zip cord, your face in a horrified stare.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry, that was so weird. I’m weird. I’m--”

“Well I don’t know what you were so worried about Cinderella, you’re clearly a chatterbox,” He gave you a tongued smile, referring to the word vomit you just couldn’t help spill all over him.

“Oh yeah, I’m a total word machine,” You laughed nervously. A word machine? What the fuck was that?

“...Word machine. Right,” He nodded in amusement. “Well word machine, would you mind shooting some words to my phone, or do you just enjoy this face to face thing?”

“With that face? Definitely the latter. But you can have my number anyway,” You typed a quick message and sent it to his number. Damn that was smooth! How did you do that?

Rafael made an impressed face with your line, but when he opened his phone his brows furrowed.

“Hit?” He gave you a curious look as he read the text out loud.

“Fuck it was supposed to be ‘hi’-- stupid autocorrect,” You muttered angrily. Yeah, that was more like you.

“Oh yes, the dreaded autocorrect,” He nodded while saving your number. “Turning fucks into ducks since 2011,”

“Oh I didn’t have a phone in 7th grade but I’ll take your word for it,” You laughed, but stopped when his face twisted into a mix of horror and discomfort when he realized how young you actually were.

Dammit. Why...why would you do this?

“....Right, is Rita in?” He quickly shoved his phone back in his pocket and headed into Rita’s office before you could answer.

“...Idiot!” You yelled at yourself as your hands went over your face and your face planted into your desk.

Well, that was nice while it lasted. All 2.5 seconds of it.

-----------------

“Well Barba, about time,” Rita smirked as Rafael abruptly burst into her office trying to get away from you. “Done flirting with the intern are we?”

“Shut up,” He rolled his eyes, though his face was a deep shade of red.

“Oh no, what happened? Did your dentures fall out in front of her?” She smirked.

“I’m younger than you!!” He scoffed.

“Yeah but I’m not the one trying to boff a 25 year old,” She smirked harder, making Rafael angrier.

“Can I just get the warrant I came here for, Rita?” He huffed.

“Oooh, struck a nerve there, did I?” Rita chuckled as she grabbed some papers from her desk and started to hand them to him. “Barba, for the record I’m really not judging you. If I were 20 years younger, I’d hit it too,”

“Excuse me?”

“I had a lot of ‘cats’ in college,” She winked.

“Wow,” Rafael held up his hands. “Rita, we really don’t need to be that personal.”

“Fine, but all I’m saying is if you like the girl, don’t let a stupid thing like age deter you. Don’t tell her I said this, but she’s actually very competent and organized. I would almost prefer her not to graduate, unless she'd come work for me. She’s going to be a hell of a lawyer,” She gestured outside to your desk.

Rafael looked at the ground as he mulled over what she was saying, a small smile crawled across his lips as she complimented your potential.

“I’ll take that under advisement, Mrs. Calhoun,” He nodded as he walked towards the door with the papers in his hand, a huge smile across his face now.

He walked out to find you cursing at yourself and whimpering in embarrassment at your desk. When you heard the door shut you snapped to attention and stared at him, shocked he hadn't sprinted out of the office like Usain Bolt. Even more shocking was that Cheshire cat grin now upon his face.

“I-I’m sorry, I totally meant I was--” You tried doing math trying to make yourself reasonably older.

“It’s fine,” He chuckled as he put a hand over your counting fingers. You blushed at the touch of his skin on yours again, but quickly shoved your hands under the desk nervously as you tried not to look him square in the eye. His eyes were so gorgeous you were positive staring straight into them would actually get you pregnant.

“So does Rita ever unchain you from this desk?” He smirked as he was now very aware and very amused at how nervous he made you. He may be old, but clearly he’s still got it.

“Oh yeah, if I ask very nicely she let’s me--” You tried to think of something witty, but it wasn’t coming with him staring at you with those eyes. “....Yes,” You wanted to put your hands over your face but you didn’t want it to be a ‘thing’.

“Well, maybe if you’re an extra good girl she’ll let you off your leash early tonight,” He winked.

“....Am I a dog or a toddler in that situation?” You were genuinely asking, but Rafael clearly realized how insulting that must have seemed.

“Oh no no no, I just, shit,” He tried to backtrack but if he was being totally honest, you made him nervous. Maybe he didn’t have ‘it’ as much as he thought.

You noticed he was the one blushing now, oh my god were you making him nervous? QUICK, BE SMOOTH. BE SMOOTHER THAN YOU’VE EVER BEEN IN YOUR LIFE.

“Are you asking me out, counselor?” You did your best “sultry “voice with a bat of your eyes. Were you batting them too much? What was too much? Oh god you’ve done it for too long now. STOP BATTING.

“...I don’t know, guess you’ll have to wait for me to text you, future counselor,” He was impressed by the line, and decided to bow out before either of you made idiots of yourselves again. He gave you a wink and sauntered out of the office.

Great. Now he’ll probably make you wait two days for a--

*BEEP*

Your phone went off in your desk. You pulled it out to see a text message:

BHOLE BARBA: Dinner? Tonight?

You really needed to change his contact name. But that wasn’t the point right now. He just asked you out. Rafael Barba just asked you out. You stared at in your hands, unsure of what to do. Then you realized you couldn’t do this again, you couldn’t just sit there and imagine things, this required an immediate response.

You nervously typed a reply and hit SEND:

Sire ;)

“DAMMIT!!!” You cursed your autocorrect. You instantly sent another text.

Sure***

Before you could lecture yourself again, your phone beeped again:

BHOLE BARBA: Play

Play? What did that--

BHOLE: Okay** ;)

You typed the word ‘okay’ into your text reply bubble, ‘play’ came up in the autocorrect word list.

He was joking with you. He was flirting with you. RAFAEL BARBA WAS FLIRTING WITH YOU.

This work day could not end fast enough.

#rafael barba #rafael barba x you #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba fanficton #law and order svu #law and order svu fanfiction #not my yacht #raul esparza

[ask-megamind-blue-defender]

The Stupidity is Strong With This One...

People of Metrocity,

As you all have no doubt noticed, our fair city has acquired (and in all probability gotten rid of) a new villain. Who calls himself a supervillain. And really probably isn't. Because for the short time he roamed our streets he made even the most idiotic plots of Destruction Worker look almost brilliant.

Honestly! Even Judge Sludge finds Destruction Worker deficient in the intellect department, and Sludge literally has mud for brains. So when I unfavorably compare someone's mental capacity to that, that's bad. Really, really bad.

A few months ago, I wouldn't have thought it possible. Then Doctor Time Warp happened.

Really! Having to actually fight this guy, in public, was embarrassing! Not to mention time consuming! Because I will say this much: the jerk was tenacious.

For those among my fans who have no idea what their favorite blue hero is talking about, allow me to describe the hilarious yet humiliating spectacle that is Doctor Time Warp.

And yes, I know, I probably shouldn't be giving would-be supervillain's advice, but come on! Good or Bad Guy, professionalism is a requirement in this lifestyle! So I am going to point out a few things that literally everyone should already find obvious.

1.) If you're not a doctor, you're not a doctor!

Look, I know what you've all read in comics, but trust me, no matter what side of "the Cape Game" you're on, titles like "Doctor" and "Professor" are so 1985. And these days, unless you actually hold a doctorate, professorship, or whatever-it-is, you can get sued for that crap. Seriously. Don't do it.

Six years ago, Captain Courage, (who, by the way, really was an army captain before the bizarre microbes in a fallen asteroid gave him superpowers,) actually managed to successfully bring a malpractice suit against Dr. Agony, saying that he was falsely claiming to be a medical professional. The lawyers did the rest. It was, without question, the most hilarious take-down I've ever seen, made more funny by the fact that, back in my villainous days, I told Agony three different times that that name was going to land him in trouble.

Anyway, Doctor Time Warp definitely didn't qualify. Do you know what his last job was before he woke up one day and decided "gee, I think I'll be a supervillain?" Fry cook. Seriously. Who didn't even have a high school diploma. He was sort of like the anti-doctor. I mean, come on, his name was just pretentious. And if the man who once called himself the Incredibly Handsome Criminal Genius and Master of All Villainy says you're pretentious, then trust me, you're pretentious.

Also, his name was just begging for me to blast "The Time Warp" from The Rocky Horror Picture Show at full volume. Which I did.

2.) If you're going to be a professional, look like one!

You all probably already know how I feel about PRESENTATION! It's a vital part of any super's persona. With a name like "Doctor Time Warp" I would have expected a mad scientist look, or at least that he might have sprung for a lab coat. But no. Warp didn't even have a decent uniform. I get it. Not everyone can invent a waterproof, bulletproof, laser-proof environmentally-safe super-fabric, but at least invest in some tights and a cape. Something.

What did Time Warp wear? Footie pajamas. I'm not kidding. Do you have any idea of how embarrassing it is for a professional to be forced to fight a grown man in blasted footie pajamas? Come on!

3.) If you're not a big player, don't try to play a big game!

When I first received a Zoom call (no, really, the idiot actually contacted me on ZOOM,) from someone calling himself Doctor Time Warp, I thought: "ah, a supervillain with time-bending abilities, or maybe a working time machine! This should be an interesting challenge!"

And then I was very sadly disappointed.

No time machine. No special abilities. Nothing.

Do you know why he chose that name? Because he thought it might be fun to have plots themed after every possible holiday and special event on the calendar. Really. Every. Single. One.

Did you know that August 2nd was National Coloring Book Day? Neither did I. But guess who did? And guess who made a truly sad attempt to somehow turn what has to be literally the most innocent pastime in all creation into something evil?

Right. That didn't work out. Kids loved the "evil" coloring pages he scattered all over the city. They weren't even that scary looking... It was like H. P. Lovecraft and Disney decided to do a joint project. Everybody just assumed they were from someone looking to get into the Halloween spirit a little early.

I mean, maybe if they had been soaked in some sort of mind-altering chemical that made every child in Metrocity misbehave at once, it might have at least caused a little chaos. (For the record, I am absolutely NOT suggesting that someone should do that. I WILL hunt you down.) But no... They were only coloring pages. With free crayons. It was practically like a public service.

Then, two days later, on National Chocolate Chip Cookie Day, he attempted to steal all of the chocolate chip cookies in Metrocity. And managed to actually empty one mini-mart and half a grocery store of all of their Chips Ahoy stock. I'm told over a dozen people were mildly inconvenienced by that particular villainous scheme.

In fact, Doctor Time Warp was so pathetic, and I've been so busy with the Doom Syndicate and criminals, that I tried to just ignore him at first. I hoped that if no one encouraged him, he would go away. But he kept showing up with some other harebrained plot every few days because, clearly, he was determined to make a fool of himself. And force me to actually waste my time fighting him.

So I granted his wish. Last week I finally had enough of his irritating boasts, late-night Zoom calls, and ridiculous "plots." He wanted to play with the Big Kids? Fine. I mounted up on the Speeider Bot, laser canons blazing, and (metaphorically) stomped him into the dirt. Then took him to jail. Where he actually tried to get bail.

Sorry, that's not how it works, Cupcake! Supervillains are expected to escape prison! Have fun with that! But, hey, cheer up, Warp! Maybe you can share some of your coloring pages and cookies with your cell mates! It will be just like preschool all over again! Only with more punching. A lot more punching.

Anyway, the point is that if you're going to try to face off with the Incredibly Handsome Heroic Genius and Defender of All Metrocity, you'd better make sure you're up to scratch first. Because my patience only stretches so far. And I swear, the next person to pull this sort of crap WILL go into the alligator pit!

(Granted, Sir Snaps-a-Lot, Spiky, Ally McKill are about as tame as gators can be, and are surprisingly chill, not to mention lazy, so all they'll be likely to do is watch you and decide that waiting for their next meal of raw chicken is far easier than bothering with you. But it's the principle of the thing!)

Don't be that person. That's all I'm saying.

~Megamind

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[that-little-zebunny]

Skin to Skin (First Date)

Pairing: Loki x Avenger!Reader

Warning: Angst, little Gorey-ish details, Fluff

WC: 2,151

Summary: You're new to the team and end up messing it up with the God of mischief on your first day in. Knowing his reputation you're up for a fun time in the compound.

Note: First of all thank you so much guys for the warm acceptance you gave on our 1st part T....T y'all made my heart so so happy. I hope you'll enjoy this part and I'd love to know how you think. Its a bit long so yay enjoy.

2nd day of our wonderful HBC's Week of Love for the lovely @the-th-horniest-book-club 🥰

You know what's the fun part of fighting the bad? It's that it doesn't choose a great time. It pops up as randomly as it can. So here you are on your second day trying to go around and meet people, when you got a message to suit up.

Small details are that you and your team are going to keep an eye on one of hydras abandoned bases because Friday had detected some activity there.

What you didn't know is the team you speak of is just you, the Falcon, Natasha and Loki. Yup, how fun will it be? You and the person that doesn't like you in one deadly work. You won't be surprised if somehow between the fighting you'll be stabbed by him. You shook your head to remove the thoughts running in it. You really should stop watching suspense shows. You sighed.

After almost three hours in the air you all finally made it in the location. You scratched your head when you saw that the area is surrounded by a lot of trees.

"Looks like we're up for a fun hide and seek game if there's really people here now." Nat said as she fixed all the weapons secured on her belt. Sam agreed. He activated three of his cute little drones to help out with securing the area for treats.

"We should go. All these small talks will not vanish our enemies." Loki said walking past the three of you. You pouted.

"I think that's mostly because of me. Sorry guys." You said as you finished fixing your knives on your belt and grabbing your metal staff. It's your main weapon because it keeps you from getting near anyone when it's not needed.

"No worries cookies, he's like that to everyone. He didn't really have a choice in being here. He's banished here to help." Sam said using the silly nickname they all choose to give you after you delivered tons of cookies to them.

You look at Loki's retreating back sadly.

You're able to get inside the rusty building without encountering anyone.

"This is a bit creepy. How did Friday detect anything here? There's no one in about 10 kilometers." Sam said as he checked the tech in his arm.

"Maybe it's a ghost?" You joked which earned you a strange look from them. "What? I watch movies." You rolled your eyes at them and continued going to another part of the building to check. It looks like you're in a laboratory slash surgery room. That gave you chills. You tried to not imagine how many bodies were cut and gutted in here.

"You have a very unique mind." Someone said which made you squeak. You turned around swinging your staff towards the voice but was halted by a sting hand. Loki held the end of your staff smirking at you.

"Crap…" you whispered. You didn't do anything again didn't you? "I-I'm sorry." You bit your lips as you relaxed, removing your staff from his hold.

"For someone that works with emotions you do suck at it." He said, smirking at you.

You scratched your nape as you stared up at his face, his very very beautiful face. Ugh!

"I know. Its been a challenge controlling my own. I was so used at controlling others." You said remembering your childhood. How you tried to mold your always bickering parents to play nice when you're around and to act as if they loved you. You know they hated it and they hated you but what can you say you were ten and scared. But they didn't care. All they know is you're an anomaly and that they rather not be around you. That's why as soon as your grandma offered they toosed you away like a hot potato.

You shook your head as your most dreaded memory came up. You frowned and turned to look at Loki again.

"Was that you!?" You asked. You're gritting your teeth as you feel the rage consume you. He just stared down at you smirking wickedly. You boinked away the tears that threatened to fall from your eyes. "We're even now." You said gripping your staff.

"Yes we are." He proudly said as he went around checking if he could find anything useful and you did the same.

It really was a lab and they've experimented on people trying to make a brain dead person have functions again. That made your stomach turn especially when you saw the reports of how the patients reacted to that. Some were like dummies and some became vicious. And so many more that you end up closing the files you're reading and you just grabbed them.all to bring them back with you.

"Find anything else?" You asked Loki but he didn't answer so you went to look what he's doing in the room he went in. You found him staring at a cradle.

"There's a body here." He said. That alerted you. Especially when you saw him touch the cradle to open it using his power.

"Nooo Loki don't!" You shouted as the cover of it opened up releasing some kind of gas. Knowing the few things you've read if your guess is correct this is gonna be bad.

You ran to him to grab his arm to pull him away but he didnt move so when you saw the sharp claw like hands coming out the gas you didn't think much and just went in between Loki and the thing.

You gasped in pain as you felt the slicing on your back.

"Good norns! Y/N! You dumb, dumb mortal!" He shouted as he caught you in his arms when your legs gave out. He looked behind you and flicked his hands green mist went to take away the life from the girl from the cradle. You heard its body make noise as it fell down.

Still in Loki's embrace you tried to breathe deep but it ended up just you gasping painfully. The cuts must have been deeper than you thought.

"L-Loki…" you pleaded with him as you felt your breathing start getting shallow and you feel like you're drowning. You must have blood on your lungs by now. You tried to swallow the sobs that tried to get out of your lips and you just stared up at his face. He really have a nice face. It's unfair.

You must have lost your mind because when he caught you staring you smiled up at him which in return got you another frown.

"Stop admiring me. I know I look better than the normal midgard male population. You really must be dumb, why did you jump infront of me. I'm a God I won't be hurt by a mere scratch." He said as he helped you to lay down on the floor as he called out to Nat and Sam on his coms. He turned you on your side to check your injury and you heard him take in a breath.

"Is it bad?" You asked thinking of the worse based on his face.

"Don't get your brain all rilled up, Cookies. It'll be alright." You giggled when you heard him call you on your new nickname.

"S-so I'm cookies to y-you now too." You coughed but still smiling.

"Oh you need to shuush." He said but you can hear the smile in his tone. So your stupidity got you on his goodside.

"How can I s-shuush. This might be my last time to talk. What i-if some parasite is now in me and I'll start walking and biting people." You caughed again as you felt something soothing on your back.

"You need to change what you watch Y/N. That's not healthy anymore." He said, shaking his head. Your back is starting to feel nice now and your head is like it's floating. You giggled again as you touched his face. Even in your groggy brain you felt his emotions. Scared, amused and adoration. Is that all for you? You smiled at him again as your eyes were about to close.

"You should date me Loki." You said. His eyes went wide as he steadied you to pick you up.

"That's the soothing magic talking." He said as he started to walk.

You're about to walk past the table where you put down the files you found when you remember how important they are.

"Wait! Wait! Lemme grab those." You pointed to the tall stocks of folders.

He walked near it and you grabbed them and hugged them on your chest like your life depends on it.

You feel proud of yourself getting them or being carried by Loki. You're not sure which anymore and before he even finds your team you fell asleep.

You woke up in what you guessed as the med bay. You tried to get up and looked around to find no one. You brushed your hair with your hand as you tried to stand but got dizzy. You tried to grip the bed frame for support but you're too slow so you just let yourself fall. You're about to kiss the floor when two strong hands caught you and relief and annoyance flooded your brain.

"You must enjoy being in my arms." He teased as he helped you back on the bed.

"You got nice arms." You joked as you went back on your bed. You took a deep breath and seriously asked him "how did the rest of the mission go?"

"Well, the Widow was able to find some scavengers that tried to loot the structure they came back there before we left and they must have been the ones who triggered Friday's system. The monstrous thing that attacked you is dead officially and we didn't find another of it but we did find a mass grave behind the building." He explained as he sat down on the side of your bed.

You thanked him and relaxed knowing there's no more of that thing around.

"Do you like steak or do you prefer the simple ones?" Loki suddenly asked. You looked at him confused.

"What for?" You asked.

"You have offered me to date you. Have you forgotten?" He said, smirking at you. You felt your cheeks heat up. Crap you did. Mid thinking about tobe a zombie parasite walker time. You looked at him waiting for him to say he's joking but nothing . He just raised one gorgeous eyebrow as he waited.

"You're serious?" You covered your face with one hand as you tried to let what he's saying sink in.

"Very serious, you've felt my darkest emotions I've seen your darkest memories don't you think we're past the getting to know part Sam keep on babbling about?" He said as he slowly touched your elbow with a finger and you felt his sincerity and adoration. Your brain feels like it's about to explode. This majestic person really wants to go out with you. Omg!!!

You slowly nodded and he smiled.

"So stake or not?" He asked again.

"I like steak." You answered back. He smiled and left. Leaving you with so many emotions that you never felt before as your own. Joy, giddiness and something you can't name.

A week after you're out of being stuck on a medical bed you and Loki went to that date. You still can't believe it's happening. He even did all the preparations and stuff. He brought you to a gorgeous restaurant with beautiful music and the tastiest stake you ever had. It was so much fun. He's very funny in his own way. You're both enjoying a walk before going back to the compound when you felt Loki grab your gloved hand. You look up at him.

"What's wrong?" You asked. He just smiled and kissed your hand.

"I'm just very glad I gave myself a chance to know you more and not let what happened to us on our first meeting get to me. You're a very fascinating and beautiful lady Y/N. Thank you for being with me today." He said. You smiled warmly at him as you took off your gloves. You stashed them in the pocket of your coat and brought your hands up to his face but didn't completely touch him.

"May I?" You asked and you saw his face softened. You told him that you will never touch him without his permission.

"Yes…" he answered as he held both your hands and brought them close to his face. He closed his eyes and sighed at the feel of your skin. Feeling that strange feelings again that you can't name you're not sure if it's yours or Loki's emotion. You stepped closer to him and tiptoed to reach his waiting lips. You can't wait to understand that strange feeling but for now you're gonna enjoy how good it feels.

Tag list

Skin to skin: @delightfulheartdream @victias @kaogasm @marvelgirl7 @alexakeyloveloki @newdaynewyearnewlife @multifandomlife22

Tom Hiddleston and Characters: @jewels2876 @jobean12-blog @CurlyRed2020

The ones with stikes, I cant tag you guys i dunno why T.T

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[mimisempai]

Nothing can replace the warmth of your arms - Sequel (2/2)

Summary:

Where Bucky actually wears Sam's gray vest...

When I wrote the first part, I had no intention of doing a sequel, but then I realized that the idea of Bucky wearing Sam's vest deserved its own chapter.

And one more opportunity for Alpine to play a role...

Part one

Returning from another mission, Sam stopped at the port, sure to find his sister and Bucky there.

"Hey little sister!" he walked over to her and gave her a hug. "You okay?"

"Yes and you? Back for a little longer than last time?"

"Unfortunately, I'm not so much in control of my time anymore. Let's just say I'm hoping I'll have a little more time while I wait for my new assignment." he looked around searching for Bucky.

"If you're looking for your sweetheart, he's not here today. He came in this morning looking like crap. In fact, it's been a long time since I've seen him like this. I sent him back to your house because of the state he was in. He just said it was not a good day."

"Not a good day?" Sam worried a little, wondering what had happened to make Bucky the way Sarah described him.

"Yeah, I didn't want to push it, I figured if he felt like talking about it, he would." replied Sarah kindly.

"Anyway, thanks for giving him a day off."

He kissed his sister on the cheek. She hugged him back before replying, "No problem. You know Bucky is very helpful and doesn't count the hours when it comes to lending a hand. He's usually the first to arrive and the last to leave. Plus everyone likes him a lot. And not only because he is the partner of the coolest guy in town. Bucky is one of us now, Sam. I know you say he's family, but we all think so. So hurry up and see what's wrong with him and get him back on his feet for us."

Sam nodded, moved by what his sister had just said, hugged her without a word, and headed for their home.

He had noticed that Bucky had fit in so well here, that it felt like he had been living here forever, but hearing his sister say it out loud and knowing that it was a common feeling among everyone close to them, that they had accepted Bucky as one of their own, moved Sam more than he thought.

Bucky's words came back to his mind, it was not a good day.

For the six months he had been living here, Bucky had been a pillar to Sam, ever since he had come to bring him the armor in fact, he had never stopped proving to Sam that their relationship was perfectly balanced, one caring for the other, relying on each other, all of that equally.

In fact, ever since Sam had taken on the role of Captain America, Bucky had been an unfailing presence that got him through the tough times. Even though he too had his moments of weakness, they managed to balance each other out.

Not a good day? Had Bucky meant it literally? Was it something to do with the date? It was the 25th of January. January 25...why did that date sound familiar?

He replayed what he knew of Bucky in his head.

Damn it! That was the day! The day Bucky had fallen off the train in 1945.

Bucky had told him about it early in their relationship. It was the most vivid memory he had of his life before Hydra, a sense of endless falling. He called it the last day of Buck's life.

Bucky had told him why he didn't like being called Buck since his return -even though he hadn't dared to tell Steve- because to him Buck was who he was before Hydra.

Sam quickened his steps.

When he got home, the house was in darkness, lit only by a small paper lamp in the corner.

"Meow..."

"Hey Alpine! Hi baby girl!" Sam scratched the little white cat behind her ears and she purred with delight. "Where's your master?"

Alpine started walking towards their room then stopped and looked behind her as if to see if Sam was following her.

"I'm coming, girl."

He took off his shoes, hung up his jacket and followed the cat who was waiting for him.

Alpine stopped in the doorway of the room.

Sam stepped forward and smiled fondly at the scene before him.

Bucky was sleeping soundly on his side in the middle of the bed, arms wrapped around him, wearing Sam's gray vest.

Sam muttered with a soft laugh, "you weren't lying."

He walked over to the bed, climbed up and lay down. He pressed his chest against Bucky's back and then encased him in his arms.

Bucky gasped slightly before he realized what was going on.

"Sam, you're home." he said before leaning in a little closer to him.

Sam whispered in his ear, "so it seems. I figured my arms would be even more comforting than my vest."

Bucky gave an appreciative grunt, "I couldn't agree more."

Sam brushed a hand through his hair, and asked softly, "More seriously Bucky, are you okay? After Sarah told me you didn't work today, that you said it wasn't a good day, I remembered what day it was."

Bucky reached for the hand Sam was running through his hair and kissed the back of it, then whispered, his lips against Sam's hand.

"Actually, since I've been back, this is the first time I can say I feel good on such a day.  And do you know why? It's because of you, this town, these people, this family. I am happy here. So yes, maybe I would have been happy if I hadn't fallen. But I don't know and I'll never know, and that's okay. Because it's now that's important. And for the first time, I was able to let the memory go."

After those words, he turned in Sam's arms. Sam could tell by Bucky's expression that he had just told the truth.

He traced the lines of Bucky's gently smiling face with his fingertips.

Although the gesture seemed innocent enough, he saw Bucky's breathing quicken and his eyes darken. Bucky ran his tongue over his lips and Sam couldn't take his eyes off them so he leaned in and Bucky joined him halfway, his hand moving up a few inches to cup Sam's face.

The first touch of their lips was gentle, almost chaste, but when Bucky pressed himself against Sam with a small noise escaping from the back of his throat, and began to lick his mouth, Sam responded with equal enthusiasm.

When suddenly, interrupted by a little mewl, they had to break apart, panting.

Their eyes widened and they began to laugh.

Then Bucky, turning his head to Alpine who had just climbed onto the foot of the bed, said, "You little rascal.Come here baby girl."

He gently stroked her under the chin.

"Of course you make me happy too."

Still holding each other, they moved aside a little to make room for her.

While purring, she turned on her until she found the ideal spot.

Sam, who was watching her fondly, looked up at Bucky who was looking at him with a smile.

"What's up?"

"Nothing. I'm saving this image of my two loves in a corner of my brain. I think from now on, on January 25, that's the memory I'll invoke."

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