#Ken putting himself after barbie cause he knows she’s the Barbie if you get me?

[i-write-stories-not-sins-bitch]

Has nobody clocked the ridiculously underrated joke from the Barbie film yet during the “Girlfriend/Boyfriend” thing?

(Gifs by @onscreenkisses )

This part!

I may be reading into it but like, there are posts going on about them being Asexual, and while I’m 100% for that if that’s your headcanon, I think it’s because of something else.

Children’s toys don’t have ‘private parts’.

Sure barbie dolls have ‘boobs’ which are just plastic curves let’s not lie but they aren’t detailed! Between their legs is literally just smooth plastic!

And yeah yeah I hear the “But some kids would know what sex is” and I raise you this!

Shut the fuck up. They shouldn’t have to know, nor should they think that’s the only thing gf/bf’s do.

A child wouldn’t know what ‘girlfriend/boyfriend’s do when they stay over at each others houses, but they probably heard that exact phrase at some point, whether it’s from their sibling, a parent, or tv!

So Ken literally just wants to spend time with Barbie.

And I do see that as Asexual in a sense, but I also have a logical part of my brain screaming “MOST BARBIES/CHILDREN DON’T KNOW WHAT SEX IS, SO THATS LITERALLY NOT ON THE TABLE FOR THEM!”

But yeah, thanks for coming to my Barbie/Ken Talk :)

#barbie #barbie movie #also love the fact it’s GIRLfriend/BOYfriend #Ken putting himself after barbie cause he knows she’s the Barbie if you get me? #sorry but they literally CAN’T do the do #anatomically impossible for them #It’d be like that knockoff doll version of thunderbirds #uh #TEAM AMERCIA #THAT FILM WAS SO FUCKED #CRINGY AS FUCK #But yeah like #that ONE scene #that would be what barbie and Ken #ok no not finishing this thought #but kids don’t and shouldn’t understand sex until they’re at the right age #and that doesn’t mean ‘keep all sex talk away from children’ because there ARE things that need to be known #just not the entire act and yknow… gameplan idk #barbie im so sorry #ken barbie #barbie barbie #barbie movie gifs

[sanyu-thewitch05]

I feel like there aren’t as many “dominant/sadistic” female reader stories. Like don’t get me wrong, I love dominant men, but let’s make that story a bit more spicy…So here’s another idea I had…Male Yandere Fiancé X Female Sadistic Reader

Darling grows up from a prominent old money family, and from young childhood was put into an arranged marriage with one of her father’s longtime friend’s son (who was the same age, and also from a old money family, hence the arranged marriage). Darling was born with a sadistic streak (inherited from her mother, cause we gotta love generational femme fatales), and just thought “why not play what’s already been promised to me?” So she decides to cruelly play with her fiancés feelings even at a young age. (Goes the whole gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss route). For example, fiancé (the yandere), falls in love with her easily since Darling easily manipulates him. Once fiancé is hooked, Darling abuses him into becoming her “ideal man,” forcing fiancé to workout relentlessly, spend countless days/nights studying to become more intelligent, perform extravagant acts of love/devotion to her, etc. Fiancé is pushing himself to the limits in every which way for Darling, because if he doesn’t, Darling is threatening to break off the engagement and leave him forever.

Last day of college arrives (it was agreed between the two families that after the kids graduated college, they’d get married asap), but Darling being the cruel thing she is, makes out with another man in front of yandere fiancé and declares that she loves the new man more and wants to marry him instead. The new man is the total opposite of yandere fiancé (physically weak, lowest ranking in each class, from a “poor family/ugly,” etc.) and in a sense Darling breaks yandere fiancé’s psyche, cause what has he been working for his entire life now? Yandere fiancé snaps and sets a plan into motion to get his Darling to stay with him, because no matter what she does to him, he will always love her (he’s absolutely delusional and off the rails). After all, he’s going to make sure he gets his fairy tale happily ever after. 

So maybe in the end he does become the “dominant” one, or maybe Darling is still the “dominant” one. Who knows? But I hope this idea of a story could have some fun exploring various power/relationship dynamics, and how they can spectacularly backfire. I hope you can have fun with this one too! <3

TW: Noncon, manipulation, corporal punishment

You always liked Barbies. You love the fact their Ken's are just dolls to them. Another accessory to their closet. Their only job is to be a fool in love.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" Lucian, your future fiance, says.

"Playing with dolls," You reply, looking at him.

17 years have gone since then, and Lucian has shaped up quite nicely. You planted little suggestions about what you liked in his head, and he eagerly followed like a horse trying to eat a carrot waving in front of its face. He wears contact lenses because you hate brown eyes. He dyed his hair blonde, changed his style, and even got on steroids for a while to bulk up for you. If he didn't, you'd threaten to end the engagement.

Now, you're in your senior year of college. You're an A+ plus student and a vivid party girl as well. Lucian never knew about you sneaking out from his eye to party all night. He never knew about all the guys you hooked up with. The poor boy would be furious if he knew you fucked with the guys who were antithesis to him. Dumb, jock, alcoholic, trouble, everything he thought you hated.

"Oh, Jeremy, you've gotta try this jungle juice! It's amazing!" You exclaim, practically hugging your jock boy toy Jeremy.

"I know it's amazing. I made it," Jeremy laughs, turning you around and kissing your neck.

You kiss Jeremy's lips and make out with him. You didn't even know kissing Jeremy was your metaphorical kiss of death.

"God, I wanna marry you," You coo as Jeremy snaps your bra strap.

Now you've signed your death warrant.

"How could you?" Lucian mumbles, crushing his red party cup.

"Jeremy, let's head to your bed," You whisper, kissing his neck.

He leads you to his room, and Lucian takes advantage of the large crowd to pull you away. Lucian drags you outside despite your complaints.

"Luci, what the hell are you doing?" You drunkenly say, trying to get your hand free from Lucian.

"Listen to me! You're not going to treat me like I'm some doll anymore. I've changed myself beyond recognition for you. I've obeyed your every order. You're going to love me!" Lucian snaps, throwing you into the passenger seat of his car.

"Don't threaten me. Dogs don't growl at their masters," You hiss, making Lucian stop the car.

Lucian unbuckles your seatbelt and slaps you across the face.

"You're going to respect me for once in your life," Lucian monotonously says, buckling you back in and driving back to his apartment.

You stay silent for the rest of the ride until Lucian carries you inside. You don't know what's wrong with you. You would never let someone, especially Lucian, treat you like this. Where did your wits and words go?

"If you even think of trying to run away or stop me, I will tell your parents all about your dirty alcohol and party drugs addiction. Mommy and daddy tolerate lots of things, but they won't tolerate their junkie daughter spending their money on drugs to party," Lucian threatens, putting a change of clothes next to you. "Now, change. I don't want you sleeping in my bed smelling like booze and sweat."

You nod your head and change into fresh clothes.

"Lay across my lap," Lucian commands, rubbing your butt. "Call me my love, master, sir, or my name. Do you understand, pet?"

"Yes, sir."

Lucian takes off his belt and slams it across your ass. You flinch, but Lucian holds you still.

"Sir, please stop," You whimper, trying to hold your tears.

"Pets don't disobey orders," Lucian says, slamming his belt across your butt again.

"Sorry, sir."

Lucian spanks you fifty more times, and each time is worse and more pleasurable than the last.

"Ah, master!" You moan, cumming onto Lucian's pants.

"Damn it, you messed up my pants!" Lucian groans, pulling your pants down.

"I'm sorry, master!" You yell, Lucian pulling your hair back.

"Suck my cock, pet."

"Yes, my love."

You kiss and lick Lucian's cock. It shivers with every touch, and your soon-to-be husband grabs the back of your head and forces your mouth to take his whole dick. You gag on it for a while, then get used to it. He pushes your head so far down that your lips touch his balls. Once your lips touch his balls, he cums into your mouth and yanks your hair back to get your lips off his cock.

"You've learned your lesson?" Lucian asks, holding your head up by the hair.

"Yes. I'm sorry I manipulated you!" You cry, your mascara running, leaving black streaks.

"Good. You're mine, and we'll be married once we graduate. You're going to respect me for once in your miserable life."

Lucian lets go of your hair, and you faceplant onto the mattress.

"Now then, let's have some good bonding time. I don't want our relationship to be like it was when you were still in control. No manipulating you into someone else. No cheating on me with someone else. Just our true selves," Lucian says, cleaning your mascara streaks away and kissing you. "I love you."

#yandere fiance #rich yandere #yandere smut #yandere noncon #sadistic reader #f! reader

[denimbex1986]

'Not sure if you’ve noticed, but it’s hot out there.

So hot that I actually took a peek at this great guide my Times colleagues put together titled: “Cool off in 14 of L.A.’s hottest pools with day passes.” Which, back in the day, I used to do all the time, except then a “day pass” consisted of waiting for a hotel guest to leave the pool area and then slipping in the gate. Or hopping the fence when no one was around. But, admittedly, that was a long time ago, all the way back in nineteen-dickety-two. We had to say “dickety” ’cause the Kaiser had stolen our word “twenty.” I chased that rascal to get it back, but gave up after dickety-six miles ...

I’m Abe Simpson ... er, Glenn Whipp, columnist for the Los Angeles Times and host of The Envelope’s Friday newsletter. Pull up a chair, turn on the misting fan and let’s see what’s happening this week.

‘Barbenheimer’ the sequel set for the weekend

One way to cool off would be to head to the movies, sit in an air-conditioned theater and check out “Barbie” and “Oppenheimer” for the first time, or maybe the third time. They’re pretty addictive. And it’s so freakin’ hot outside that you might not even mind the 30-minute barrage of commercials and trailers before the movie starts. Bonus time in a cool, dark place. What’s not to like?

My colleague Brian Contreras writes that both movies are expected to continue doing robust business — as they have during the week. So, go, get into the spirit and put on some pink or don an exaggerated porkpie hat. You won’t be alone in your enthusiasm.

Ken’s ‘sweet kind of rebellion’ in ‘Barbie’

That’s how my pal Mark Olsen described Ken’s journey in Greta Gerwig’s “Barbie,” as he discovers this thing called the patriarchy — and that he loves it — and then brings those ideas back to Barbie Land to rechristen it his “Ken-dom,” refashioning Barbie’s dream house into his “mojo dojo casa house.”

Of course, he does all this simply because he just wants Barbie to notice him.

Mark spoke with Ryan Gosling, who plays the movie’s main Ken, and Greta Gerwig, who directed and co-wrote “Barbie,” not too long ago about the movie, their collaboration and, yes, Gosling’s uproariously straight-faced performance of the 1997 Matchbox 20 song “Push,” which, as Mark writes, gets to the “emotional manipulation underneath the song’s lyrics.”

“When you put on Greta Gerwig glasses, you start to see,” Gosling says. “I heard that song my whole life, but I had never heard that song really until she pointed it out.” (I was always more partial to “3AM.”)

Christopher Nolan goes deep on ‘Oppenheimer’

Meanwhile, my old friend Kenny Turan sat down with Christopher Nolan, enjoying — what else? — freshly brewed cups of Earl Grey and some good conversation about Nolan’s extraordinary new movie, “Oppenheimer,” an absorbing look at J. Robert Oppenheimer, the “father of the atomic bomb.”

“More than anything,” Kenny writes, “Nolan is intent on honoring his subject’s often contradictory impulses, neither fleeing from nor fudging the ruinous difficulties he got himself into, in the scientific arena and in personal and political matters as well.”

“We don’t want to judge him, we want to be him, we want to be swept up in his life, to see the world through his eyes,” Nolan says. “In film we don’t often get the opportunity to drill down on these particular moments. Do we know exactly why we do things? Oppenheimer was an extreme form of what we all do.”

Me ... I’m drinking margaritas from a blender right now ... and I know exactly why I’m doing it. It’s scorching out there! See you next week.'

#Barbenheimer #Oppenheimer #Barbie #Christopher Nolan #Greta Gerwig #Ryan Gosling

[donghyuckcuyhgnod]

[5:12 pm]

to say that donghyuck was nervous was an understatement. sure, he hoped that your parents would like him—but would they approve of his lifestyle? being an idol, he knew he couldn’t be there for you as much as you both would have liked; yet, it was something the two of you were willing to sacrifice for your relationship. of course, you had told your parents all about the lovely donghyuck that you happened to call your boyfriend. you had been dating for nearly two years now, and he had yet to meet your parents. surely they hated him for that, right? however, you constantly assured him that they knew he was an idol with very limited free time, and they understood.

he previously had some brief conversations with your mother over the phone a few times, but his nerves were still shaking and his heart was still hammering in his chest at the thought of your family not liking him. you had grown close with his, and he hoped that your parents and siblings loved him just as much as his family loved you. noticing the silence in the car (your boyfriend was never silent), you glanced over at him only to see his eyes shaking and his eyebrows furrowed, clearly deep in thought. his eyes were trained on the road, both of his hands gripping the steering wheel. 

“hyuck,” you called out softly, his eyes darting to yours for a split second, his features immediately softening at the sight of your comforting smile. he knew that look; it was the calm down, everything’s going to be fine look. he had seen it plenty of times, mainly when he was nervous before performing and you were there to calm his nerves. you were good at that.

responding to your unspoken words, he sighed. “i know, i know. i’m just nervous, okay? i mean, how could i not be? i’m meeting your entire family tonight. including your siblings. oh, god! what if your older brother hates me? i’m dead meat.”

you chuckled, “hyuck, my brother loves nct’s music. he’ll probably be fanboying over you the second you walk into my house.” hyuck groaned in frustration, letting his head fall to the steering wheel while at a red light. you smiled, secretly enjoying the rare show of hyuck’s nervous habits. you thought it was kind of cute how much he wanted to make a good impression on your family. 

donghyuck let out a shaky breath when the two of you pulled up to your house, a light smile taking over your features as you inspected the place where you grew up. after moving to seoul for your internship at sm entertainment, you weren’t really given the time to visit your family, for they were nearly a three hour drive from the city you now called home. still, a sense of nostalgia washed over you. you missed your family dearly. 

“ready, baby?” you said, unbuckling yourself as you climbed out of the car, smoothing down your skirt and eyeing your boyfriend with amusement. 

“not at all,” he muttered, before stepping out of the car as well. you chuckled, making your way to his side and stepping in front of him. 

“i know you’re nervous, hyuckie, but don’t be. they’re gonna love you,” you said, trailing your hand up his arm, lightly caressing his hot, blushing cheek at the nickname that only you called him. he wrapped his arms around your middle, snuggling into you and taking a deep breath. you cooed at him, one hand rubbing comforting circles on his back and the other playing with the ends of the hair on his neck. 

you took ahold of his cheeks, forcing him to pull away from you. he closed his eyes, resting his forehead on yours as he sighed in contentment, and for a moment, all of his worries were forgotten. the only thing he cared about was the way your embrace felt like home to him, and he wondered if you felt the same despite the inviting house that you stood in front of. your lips felt like a warm blanket on a cold winter night, wrapping him in the utmost of comfort and warmth when connected with his. the soft sweater you wore that was bunched in his hands felt like a cloud, the smell of your laundry detergent and soft vanilla perfume filling his scents with everything that reminded him of you. 

“i love you. no matter what happens,” you whispered, breaking the soft and gentle kiss between the two of you. you pressed a featherlight kiss to his nose, his eyes shining underneath the golden rays of the sky as the sun began to set. he nodded, giving himself a mini pep-talk before following you to your doorstep with his hand tightly grasping yours. he put on the kindest smile he could muster, unaware of the ten eyes sneakily watching the two of you through the living room window, smiles on all five of their faces. 

–

your family sure did love donghyuck, alright.

“you were so cute as a baby, y/n. what happened?” your boyfriend teased you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. your younger brother, aged twelve, laughed at the joke. you playfully rolled your eyes, pushing his shoulder lightly as he chuckled, giving your younger brother a high five. you continued to look through your baby photos on your living room couch. you felt completely at ease in your beloved home, surrounded by your family who you loved dearly. even better, you were sharing this moment with the love of your life. you were in heaven. 

“oppa, look what i found!” your seven-year-old sister yelled, running down the stairs with two barbie dolls in hand. she giggled, “this one looks like you!” she shoved the tan, brunette ken doll into his hands, her eyes crinkling in happiness and delight as he smiled at her. 

“you’re right, it kind of does!” he said enthusiastically, despite the fact that the ken doll did not, in fact, look anything like your boyfriend. the young girl was cute for trying, though. “and she looks just like you!” he gasped in fake disbelief, pointing to the other barbie doll in her hand. she giggled, giving him the biggest and shiniest eye-smile as she plopped on the couch right next to donghyuck, shyly looking up at him. you cooed at the sight.

“looks like you’ve got some competition, sis,” your brother says, older by three years. you laughed, causing donghyuck’s ears to perk up. diverting his attention from your little sister who was desperately trying to play barbies with him, he looked at your smiling figure and his heart nearly burst out of his chest. you were laughing with your brother (although, he wasn’t sure what about; and frankly, he didn’t care at the moment), and donghyuck thinks that he’s never seen someone so beautiful. after getting to know your family while eating the delicious meal that your mother had made, it all made sense to him. 

your kindness, and the way you talked to others all made sense when he had met your parents. the way they welcomed him with open arms made him feel like he was already part of the family. the same smile that made his heart run a mile a minute whenever you looked at him was the same smile that your mother greeted him with. the kind glimmer in your eyes that donghyuck could get lost in was the same look in your father’s eyes—nice to finally meet you, son. 

the way your younger siblings clearly admired you like no other, and the proud look in your older brother’s eyes when you talked about your experience as an intern while passing him the mashed potatoes. all of it; the family portraits hung on the wall, the coziness of the home you grew up in. donghyuck could only imagine your memories in the house, and it created an unexplainably intimate feeling in his heart. the overall atmosphere of a simple, yet tightly knit home—it radiated you. seeing you like this, in a way, made donghyuck feel even closer to you.

he didn’t realize he was staring at you with a smile on his face until you poked his cheek. “hyuck? are you okay?” you lightly chuckled, “you’ve been staring at me for two minutes, now.”

“right, yeah, sorry,” he breathily laughed, his cheeks flaring up with a red tint, shaking the overwhelming feelings of you out of his head. “i’m fine. i’m perfect, actually.”

“okay, whatever you say,” you teased, pinching his flushed cheeks and causing him to scrunch his face in displeasure. suddenly, your mother called you from the kitchen, asking for your help with the dessert she was almost done preparing. you happily complied, a sweet sure thing, mom! escaping your lips.

“i’ll be right back, baby. just keep these demons occupied for me,” you jokingly pleaded, causing donghyuck to laugh a little at your words. he happily nodded, before you kissed him on the cheek and made your way to the kitchen. he watched as you disappeared from his side, smiling to himself.

“you’re really whipped for my little sister, huh?” your older brother said from the other side of the living room, crossing his arms with a teasing glint. donghyuck nervously laughed, scratching the back of his neck in a nervous manner. he looked down at his shoes in slight embarrassment, your brother smiling knowingly at the shy boy. 

donghyuck sighed, “you have no idea.”

#nct dream #nct scenarios #nct imagines #kpop fluff #nct dream blurbs #nct dream boyfriend #nct dream imagines #nct fluff #nct dream fluff #lee haechan #haechan #nct dream lee haechan #nct 127 lee haechan #nct lee haechan #nct dream haechan #nct 127 haechan #nct haechan #nct u haechan #nct donghyuck #nct dream donghyuck #nct 127 donghyuck #lee donghyuck #donghyuck fluff #donghyuck imagines #donghyuck boyfriend #haechan fluff #haechan imagines #haechan boyfriend #haechan blurbs #donghyuck blurbs

[jeyramarie]

The forbidden zone- Pogue x OC

summary: It’s time to look for the wreck and the weather won’t stop them.

wc: 4,752

a/n: here it is! as requested 😁 @halsmultibitch and i have so so many ideas. we can’t wait for all of you to read it!! happy reading 🦋

prologue~ pilot~ the lucky compass

Previously on Good Life...

Lani had volunteered to climb into it since she was the smallest. Once inside she asked for a flashlight due to it being so dark. She looked around for a bit until she found an envelope leaned against the wall. 

“Oh my god.” she whispered as she stared at it. ‘To Bird.’ it read. 

John B stared at the envelope in adoration, perfectly knowing it was from his dad. JJ helped Lani out of the tomb as a cold breeze ran through the trees making her shiver. 

“Holy shit. This is from my dad.” He said and looked around as his friends while JJ lit his blunt, puffing some smoke. Suddenly, car headlights came into view coming their way. 

“Code red. Code red. Square groupers!” JJ said desperately as he walked backwards to his friends. 

“Oh my god, go.” Lani said, pulling Kie’s arm to hide next to the tomb. They all got down and fidgeted with their flashlights to turn them off. 

“Light!” 

“Turn it off, John B!” the curly haired kook exclaimed as she saw the pogue jam the flashlight up his shirt. JJ turned off his cigarette against the wall as they all stayed there quietly. The car came to a stop as a man climbed out.

“I think I see something!” He shouted to the other person in the car as JJ and Pope peeked their heads out, trying to see. 

“Is it them?” Lani whispered to the boys feeling fear in the pit of her stomach. 

“Homie’s got a gun.” JJ whispered as he turned back to lean against the wall. 

“Oh fuck this.” Fallon muttered as she stood up before running off. John B immediately followed, then Kie, Lani, JJ and finally, Pope. Everyone made it over the fence successfully until Pope’s pants got stuck. Of course he’s the one that gets stuck, classic Pope. 

“Guys, guys. I’m stuck!” He said as he desperately tried to free himself from the fence. 

“I got you, buddy.” Lani said as she came for his rescue alongside John B. They used all they’re strength to get him out causing the pants to start ripping. 

“Guys, you’re gonna rip me.” 

“Pope, don’t move okay?” JJ said as he held up his gun towards the pogue. 

“JJ, what the fuck? Put that down, man.” John B pushed his arm down making the blonde put the gun back in his cargo shorts. 

“No, no. You’re gonna rip me. No! You’re ripping me!” and with that Pope fell from the fence leaving his shorts hanging. 

“Oh my god.” Lani laughed as she walked backwards to get to the car. 

“Hey, it's a little Tootsie roll!” JJ shouted, making everyone laugh as they all ran to the car. Fallon opened the door waiting for them to get closer.

“Get in.” Kie laughed as she saw Pope climbing in in his underwear. 

“What the hell happened?” Fallon slid the door close and turned to Pope who was frowning in annoyance. 

“You don’t wanna know.” he groaned as he sat at the chair at the back of the van. They went back to the Chateau, quickly clearing a space to look at what the envelope had. JJ ran to the kitchen looking for food since he hasn’t eaten all day. He found some bread, some peanut and jelly making his eyes sparkle as his stomach growled. 

“That bread has had mold for like a week.” Lani said as she opened her water bottle to take a sip. 

“I’ll just pull off the bad parts. Plus, mold is good for you. It’s just a natural organism.” he said, picking up the sandwich and moving to take a bite off of it, receiving a disgusted look from the kook. 

“Guys!” Kie called as John B pulled out a map from the envelope. 

“We’re going.” Lani said walking out of the kitchen with JJ trailing behind her as he took a bite off the sandwich. 

“Mmm.” JJ muttered and then gagged as he spit out the piece of moldy bread. 

“Told you not to eat it.” The kook with her arms crossed made the pogue pull out the middle finger. The pogue opened the map to see coordinates, scribbled lines and an x. 

“Well, x marks the spot.” Fallon said, pointing her finger on the map. 

“Longitud, latitud… wait, there's something else in there.” John B said as he traced his finger along the lines before dropping it and picking up the envelope again. He reached in and pulled out a tape recorder. 

“What’s that?” JJ asked in confusion. 

“It’s a tape recorder, J.” Lani said, looking at him and chuckling a bit. The pogue held the recorder for a bit more and started playing it to reveal his dad’s voice. Big John talked about the Royal Merchant, how he found it. He actually found it, which was a huge surprise to everyone, including John B. Once the recorder stopped, the room was filled with silence until JJ broke it. 

“Holy shit, he found it! Big John…. He found the Merchant.” He lifted his arms in excitement as Lani stood up straight and forcefully lowered his arms.

“Can you not right now, JJ?” Fallon said, running her hand through her hair. John B stood up and leaned against the door as he began to cry. Kie went to his side and hugged him, giving him comfort as his tears continued to roll down his cheeks. 

A few hours later, everyone was found on the docks. Kie was playing her ukulele, Lani was sketching Pope and everyone else drinking beer in silence. 

“How much was it again?” JJ asked and sipped from his beer can before tossing it aside. 

“Four hundred mil.” Lani said never parting her eyes from the sketchbook as she erased the eyebrow to fix it’s arch. 

“All right, let’s talk split. Now, before we say “evenly” may I remind you that I am the only one that can probably defend us from those square groupers that were after us. Protection? Not cheap, okay?” He said, holding his gun up for everyone to see trying to make a point. 

“You haven’t trained. You’ve done zero training.” Fallon crossed her arms leaning against the railing. 

“Youtube, Fal.” he winked at the caramel haired pogue making her stick out her tongue making him chuckle. 

“You haven’t-” Pope started objecting when JJ cut him off.

“Any objections? Didn’t think so.” Lani and Kie were holding up their hands in objection but were ignored by the pogue.

“There’s a couple objections.” 

“I don’t hear any so…”

“Okay well, what are you gonna do with 66 mil Pope?” Fallon said, cutting him off and she sat down on the floor. 

“Pay for college in advance. And also, textbooks. Those are expensive.” 

“What about you, Kie?” 

“Yeah, what does a socalist do when she’s rich?” Lani asked, smirking at the pogue who chuckled at her question. 

“Just wanna make a double album. About the OBX, the pogues. You know, the way Catch a Fire is about Kingston. Record it in Marley studio, Peter Tosh producing. And before you say anything Pope, yes I know Peter Tosh is dead.” The pogue lifted his hands in surrender as he laughed at her last comment. 

“Lani? What about you?” John B asked, leaning back on his beach chair as he opened a new beer can. 

“I’m not sure what she would want. She’s already rich.” Fallon muttered under her breath making the kook frown as her face fell making her look at her sketchbook.

“Well, you’re rich too but you don’t see me making comments about it.” Everyone opened their eyes and muttered ‘ooo’s’ as Lani looked at John B to answer his question. 

“I wanna go to Italy, get a house by the beach. Not even a house, I want a cute little hud with a window facing the ocean. So, I can paint and eat all the pasta I can get.” she said and raised her beer can in the form of the toast before sipping from the cold beverage. 

“Fal, your turn.” JJ smiled, turning his head towards her as he fidgeted with his lighter. 

“I’m gonna leave Outer Banks. I’ve only felt trapped here. So, I wanna go and I don’t know… escape life, I guess.” John B nodded and lifted his beer can in agreement while the blonde pogue nodded too. 

“I know what I’ll do. I’m gonna get a big ass house on Figure Eight and go full Kook.” 

“Full kook?” “You are not going full kook.” Lani and Fallon said at the same time, making him laugh.

“Yes, full kook. I’m gonna get a big statue of myself and a koi pond with a bunch of fish.” He said making circular movements with his hands as he described the pond. 

“You know I’m never visiting right?” Kie said, placing her ukulele back on her lap. 

“What are you gonna do, John B?” Lani asked, leaning towards Pope, handing him the portrait she made. 

“To going full Kook.” he smiled as he stood up and held his beer can up causing everyone else to hold up their beverages too. 

“To going full Kook.” They hollered and laughed as the night went by smoothly. Lani was starting to feel like part of the group now which made her very happy since she was never the girl to have a bunch of friends. All of her ‘friends’ were the children of her parents' business partners, whom she never really liked. 

The next day came around, sunny as ever giving the pogues the perfect idea to go on a boat ride on the marsh. They got ready in record time with their swimsuits and the cooler filled with drinks and the ice Pope brought from his dad’s store. They picked up Kie at her house’s dock first and then Lani, who wasn’t far. As they sailed through the marsh, getting to their favorite spot, JJ spotted two kooks on their own new boat. 

“Holy shit. You guys see that? That’s the Malibu 24-MXZ, the world’s finest wakesetter. Number one in luxury, quality and performance. That’s 200k easy.” He said squinting his eyes behind his sunglasses moving his head to his friends and back at the kooks. 

“No, here comes Malibu Barbie and Ken.” Fallon tilted her head as she laughed at her joke. 

“You don’t have to act like you don’t see us, bitch.” Kie said as she looked at Sarah while the boats crossed paths. The blonde kook waved and smiled at Lani causing her to do the same thing.

“Of course, you wave at her.” the caramel haired pogue scoffed in annoyance.

“Says the one who’s friends with Rafe.” Pope muttered under his breath loud enough for the pogue to hear and blush.  

“She’s been nothing but nice to me. I have no hate against her.” The kook shook her head as she continued sketching. Most of the day was spent swimming, drinking and planning on how to get a computer with the Internet in order to find the coordinates from Big John’s map. After the marsh, they all went back to the Chateau to get dressed so they could begin their trip to the hotel JJ worked at. Everyone got into the van making their way to their destination as they jammed to Kie’s favorite reggae music and JJ’s classic rock playlist. 

“All right, we should keep a lookout. We’re behind enemy lines.” JJ said as he pulled his gun out from the glove department while they parked outside. 

“Come on, man. Just put it back.”John B said, turning off the car as he ran a hand through his hair. 

“What?”

“JJ-”

“You can never be too careful.” he muttered as the door slid open for Pope to climb out. 

“Bringing a gun to a four star hotel will cause more problems than actually solve.” The curly haired pogue said as he leaned against the door next to JJ. He muttered a ‘thanks’ before Lani popped her head in between John B and the blonde.

“JJ, put that shit away or I'll throw it in the ocean.” She said and quickly got out of the van as John B ripped the gun off of JJ’s hand, putting it back where it was. 

“Okay, let’s go.” Fallon shouted as she closed the van door ready to walk in.

“Wait! Can’t forget my badge.” the blonde pogue smiled and pulled out his employee ID.

“Professional busboy.” Kie rolled her eyes and continued to walk behind Lani who was already halfway to the entrance. They walked in through the back into the kitchen where a few of JJ’s co-workers said hi and asked him how he was doing, some eyeing Fallon which was an everyday occurrence for her. After going up a few stairs, they finally made it to the lobby and walked towards a semi secluded room with computers. 

“Sweet lord, the Internet.” Pope said, running towards the device almost like he was gonna hug and kiss it. 

“Let me get in there. Check on my insta models.” JJ said as he leaned down next to Pope making Lani chuckle as she sat down.

“What insta models?” Fallon questioned as her arms crossed over her chest.

“No one, no one.” he muttered, never parting his eyes from the screen. They started looking for the coordinates written on the map and found how deep that part of the ocean was. To get there, they needed some type of submarine to be able to find the Royal Merchant. JJ gave the idea of getting the drone at the salvage yard where his dad used to work. On the way to the salvage yard, Pope couldn’t help but comment on how real or fake this wild goose chase was. 

“So, what’s it gonna be? Fantasy or reality?” 

“Fantasy.” Fallon muttered as she rolled JJ’s blunt. 

“Fantasy but possible reality.” Kie stared at John B through the rear view mirror with sad eyes, feeling pity for her best friend. 

“Both.” Lani said rummaging through her bag as she placed her sketchbook and pencils back. 

“Virtual reality.” JJ groaned as he leaned forward to grab the blunt. 

“Reality.” the shaggy haired pogue said, turning his head to look at the kook sitting in the passenger seat. Lani stared at him and gave him a sad smile as the van came to a stop not too far from the salvage yard. They ran over the plan one more time, making sure everyone understood. Especially JJ, he had a tendency of improvising everything. Lani got out of the van first, throwing her bag over her shoulder as she crossed the street to Kie’s car. Fallon slid the van door open and stepped out but was held back by a muscular hand. 

“Can’t Kie go?” JJ asked worriedly not liking the idea of his lifelong crush distracting a man with her looks. 

“No, she can’t and it’s not like you care anyway.” she spat out as she pulled her hand away from the pogue, slamming the door shut. The kook was putting her things in the car, making sure everything was rightfully placed when she turned to ask the pogue a question.

“Hey, Kie did you see th- You’re not Kie.” Lani said as she noticed her partner for that crima wasn’t who she thought. 

“I’m not thrilled about this either but they made me, so let’s just get it over with.” the pogue said bitterly as she got in the passenger seat leaving the kook alone and confused. The short ride to the salvage yard was filled with tension and awkward silence. Neither of them know what to say. 

“Should I go call him or do you-”

“I’ll go.” Fallon spat dryly, cutting Lani off as she quickly got out of the car. The kook sat there staring at the pogue as she walked towards the gate giving her some time to sigh and think to herself ‘this is harder than i thought’. After a few seconds, the gates opened cueing her to get out of the car and stand by the flat tire. The rest of the pogues were hiding by the gates as they saw the scene unfold. 

“It’s not weird, awkward or anything.” John B whispered, never parting his eyes from the girls as he answered Pope’s question. 

“I told you she wasn’t into you.” Kie said suddenly which confused JJ more. 

“Who isn’t into you?”

“He kissed Fallon.” Pope whispered immediately, opening his eyes wide realizing what he had done. JJ’s nostrils flared as anger burst through his body. 

“Well, she can kiss whoever she wants. She’s not dating anyone.” he said with gritted teeth as he gripped the wood harder. 

“Yeah, it’s just us.” Lani smiled, answering the guard’s question while leaning against the boat. He stared at them for a long time, moving his eyes from their legs up to their faces and back to the tire. Suddenly, barks came from the yard making the guard stand up and turn to the gate. 

“Tebow’s got something.” 

“Oh no, I don't think so.” Fallon said, placing a piece of hair behind her ear. 

“Yeah, maybe it’s a racoon.” Lani nodded and smiled, giving the man enough reassurance to go back to the tire. They noticed that he was finishing way too fast which meant that the boys could get caught but luckily, Fallon had an idea. 

“Oh, I forgot to call my mom. I’ll be right back.” she said before disappearing around the boat making it look like she was grabbing her phone. When in reality, she was using a hairpin to deflate the other tire. Fallon stayed like that for a bit not realizing how long she took until she heard Lani’s protest to the guard. 

“No, she’s talking with her mom. Something private. Sh-she’s probably crying!” The kook shouted as the guard pushed her aside as saw Fallon defaulting the tire on purpose , giving him the realization of what was going on. He began walking backwards as the girls looked at him holding their hands up trying to keep him from running. But of course, that failed miserably as the man bolted towards the gate making the girls run to the inside of the car. 

“Shit! Shit! He’s gonna call the cops. We need to tell them.” Fallon closed the door and put her seat belt on as Lani turned on the car. 

“Just call Kie, we have to go.” and with that, she drove out of there leaving the pogues behind. After a while, they all met back at the Wreck feeling all of their stomachs growl. Kie immediately hugged her dad when he saw him as the pogues walked towards the tables. 

“Hey, Mike.” Lani waved sweetly as she walked towards the counter.

“Hey, how’s John doing?”

“Oh, he’s good. Just working with mom a lot.”

“That’s really nice. Can I get you anything?”

“Can I have the turkey sandwich? With fries?” she smiled, reaching into her purse to pull out her wallet. Mike nodded and walked away into the kitchen. Fallon stared at the whole interaction, feeling pissed on how Lani had “stolen” everything from her. The kook paid and left a $5 tip before walking towards the pogues, who were starting to sit down. 

The restaurant closed, only leaving them in there to eat. Kie turned up the radio as one of her favorite songs came on. She pointed at John B which resulted in them dancing. JJ stood up to throw something away when he saw Lani’s drawing, again. Giving him the perfect idea, to dance with her. 

JJ tapped her shoulder making her turn around as he extended his hand for her to grab. Lani timidly looked around and placed her hand on his, making him grab it immediately as he pulled her out of the chair. JJ started dancing with her as well as making funny faces to make her laugh. Fallon wasn’t laughing, at all. If looks could kill, there would be two dead bodies already. 

JJ swung her around and dipped as she laughed hysterically at the gesture since she has never really danced with anyone. As this all happened, Pope and Fallon sat drinking beers alone. He turned to her and raised his bottle to toast, making her chuckle. The bottles clinked together and they drank from it as the song ended. 

“Well, let’s get going guys.” John B announced as it was getting late. They threw away the wrappers and paper cups before stepping outside. Lani left with Kie since they lived close by to each other, which left Fallon with the boys.

“I think I’m gonna walk home.” she said as they got into the van.’

“You’re not gonna walk.” JJ refused, stepping out of the Twinkie.

“I am gonna walk. I need to think and some time alone.” and with that she walked away ignoring the pogue’s calls. 

“Just give her some space, man.” Pope said as he got in the Twinkie making JJ get back in and slam the door shut. Fallon walked hugging her figure as the cold night breeze went through the trees. She was reflecting on the day, about how Lani was actually nice to her but then her thoughts drifted to seeing her dance with JJ. Suddenly, car headlights shone behind her as the vehicle stopped next to her. The window rolled down to reveal Rafe.

“Hey Fal, what are you doing walking alone?” 

“Hi, I just… um.. Just needed to clear my head.” 

“Well, get in. Let me drive you home.” He said and leaned over to open the door for her. Fallon was hesitant at first but somehow felt comfort once she went inside the car. Rafe began to drive and kept looking at her and back at the road. 

“You look good.” he said, making her smile and slightly blush. 

“Stop doing that, Rafey.” 

“Doing what?” 

“Complimenting me to distract me.” 

“I just wanna make you feel better, that’s all.” he stared at the road as Fallon looked at him. She grabbed his hand making him look at her.

“Thank you for that, really.” 

“No problem.” The ride to Figure 8 was short and filled with comfortable silence. Once they pulled into the driveway, Rafe lowered the volume of the radio and turned to Fallon who was getting her bag ready. 

“Thank you for driving me.” she smiled as he nodded and gave her a small smirk. Suddenly, she leaned in and kissed his cheek, making him blush. 

“Goodnight, Rafe.” and with that she got out of the car, waving at him once she opened her front door. The kook stayed there for a bit, still feeling euphoric by the kiss. He smiled widely as he changed his car to R, making his way home. 

The next day, Pope wanted to try out the drone, making everyone go to the Chateau. It was like seeing a child open his christmas gift and seeing that it was what they asked for. Excited was an understatement. Kie, Fallon and John B swam around for a bit while JJ, Lani and Pope stayed on the dock to test it out. They wanted to make sure the camera was looking HD, that it’s motor was functioning and that nothing was broken. 

“What’s this?” JJ asked as he touched a button from the panel that controls the drone. 

“Don’t touch that. I’m trying to work out this thing.” Pope said, slapping the blonde pogue’s away. 

“God bless geeks, Pope. Truly, man. What would we do without you to control the drones?” he asked as he leaned against the railing while Lani chuckled in the background, still standing next to Pope. 

“It’s not a drone. It’s an ROV.”

“Shut up, shut up. It’s too early for that right now.” 

“It’s 12 in the afternoon, JJ.” Lani smiled as she lifted her head and looked at the blonde who shrugged and turned back to the marsh. The conversation turned to mention lawyers once the wreckage was found. Loud thunders would be heard as the pogues climbed out of the marsh. 

“In the wrong weather, it’s gonna get pushed around.” Lani stated as she squinted her eyes looking at the sky. A big gray cloud was going over the OBX making the kook feel a bit anxious. 

“Then we’ll go at dead calm.” John B suggested wrapping himself in a towel. Right after that, thunder interrupted his thoughts as it filled everyone’s ears. 

“Well, today’s not the day.” JJ said, looking at the sky. 

The next day had perfect weather which was also perfect to look for the Royal Merchant. Pope asked his dad for his boat and surprisingly, Heyward said yes. Which gave him the responsibility to pick everyone up. JJ took over the wheel and Lani stayed with him in the cabin while everyone else got the equipment ready. 

“All right, JJ! Pin it here!” John B shouted as the blonde nodded. 

“Roger that! X marks the spot.” he said and stared at Lani who was already staring at him with slightly scared eyes. 

“All right, ladies and gentleman. To going full kook.” The shaggy haired pogue smiled as Kie started lowering the drone into the water, immediately giving Pope a clear image of the ocean. It kept going down as John B checked the location of the boat hence the constant screaming.

“JJ, you're right over it. Ten seconds northwest!” 

“Got it!” the blonde shouted back as he steered the wheel in a quick speed making Lani be on the verge of falling over him once the boat turned. He chuckled at the kook causing her to roll her eyes.

“Careful there.”

“Yeah, yeah.” 

“One hundred feet!” Fallon shouted as she helped Kie lower the rope. Pope gasped in fear as he saw many animals which caused John B to be on edge. Inside the cabin, Lani and JJ were in comfortable silence as she stared at him. 

“Are you okay?” she asked, breaking the silence.

“Yeah.” 

“Sorry, I asked, I just… you’re wearing a sweatshirt.. It's the middle of June.” Lani looked at JJ with worried eyes as he hesitated for an answer. Not wanting to tell her about his dad. 

“Four hundred feet!” Kie shouted, interrupting JJ’s thoughts as he turned to look back at the front of the boat. Thunder was heard all around as they all stared at the sky. 

“Guys, the tide’s turning.” Fallon said to John B making him look down at the boat monitor. 

“JJ, ten seconds easy, south-southeast.”

“Copy that.” the blonde replied as he turned the wheel again making Lani trip and crash into him. JJ extended his arm and stood her up, pulling her to between him and the wall.

“Stay there, k?” she nodded and chuckled a bit, making him smile. 

“JJ, 20 second mid speed, south.”

“Copy that! Aye, aye, cap.” The pogue kept steering and steering the wheel, not receiving any feedback from John B. 

“John B! Is That good?” Lani shouted from the cabin as JJ focused on the wheel.

“Yeah, we’re good!” He shouted only his thumb up. The shouts kept coming back and forth as a trom approached the boat. Thunder got louder and winds got stronger making it harder for the female pogues to handle the rope as JJ tried to keep the boat at the right position. 

“There’s too much current!” Kie shouted holding onto the rope, afraid that it would leave her grip. 

“We’re gonna lose it!” Fallon shouted as she lowered the drone a bit more. 

“No, we're not! Steady at this bearing, JJ!” John B shouted as the blonde followed instructions. The shouting went on as the girls yelled how far the drone was. 

“You should be seeing something, man.” he told Pope as he looked closely at the screen. 

“I know, I know! Wait.. oh God.” A silence filled the boat as the boys stared at the screen closely.

“What the hell is going on?” Lani asked under her breath looking at the boys. JJ turned his head and got confused as he quickly turned back to look at the storm. 

“Do you see anything?” he asked, suddenly hearing the boys laugh in cheer. 

“It’s the Royal Merchant!” John B shouted in victory as he saw the wreckage on the screen feeling as if his father was standing right there with him. 

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In My Daughter’s Eyes Chapter 25: Riding a Bike

Chapter 24

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Jamie was simultaneously in Heaven and in Hell.

The Heaven part was Claire Beauchamp’s hand laced in his, walking from the parking meter to the restaurant on the water, down port in Port Jefferson. If dinner was as long as he’d planned for, the timing would be perfect for them to be walking around just as the sun was setting so that the colors would dance on her skin, in her curls, in her eyes. She was so much more relaxed than she was on that first date, so much more comfortable in the restaurant this time, one by the name of Old Fields. She loved that they could see the water, loved the flowers and wee plants around them at their outdoor table (he knew she would), loved the string of lights crisscrossing back and forth above their heads. She was illuminated like an angel.

The Hell part was what he’d committed to doing after this.

Not that it would be Hell, not at all. Christ, the thought of giving himself to her that way, the thought of her being his first (and only, if he had anything to say about it, though he couldn’t exactly say that this early without sounding like a nutter), the thought of finally giving in to those urges he’d felt since the first time she’d pressed her body against his in that bloody office…

That too, was Heaven.

But the waiting. The anticipation.

Christ, he was nervous.

He wanted to do it right, wanted to please her, wanted her to like it. He wanted her to like it as much as he already knew he would. He didn’t want to lose his head, or lose it too soon. He’d heard his friends ribbing each other as teenagers, how they’d lost it nearly the second they were inside for their first time. Claire deserved better than that.

Then he remembered she hadn’t been pleasured as such in years, and his throat went dry. He couldn’t disappoint her. He just couldn’t. It was not an option.

“Jamie?”

“Hm?”

He was pulled from his whirling thoughts by that reminder of Heaven, her gentle voice, warm, soft fingertips on his wrist; on his pulse, he realized. He looked up into her face when he realized she was not going to say anything else, and saw her gazing softly at him, eyebrows raised inquisitively.

“You’re very loud without saying a word,” she said.

Jamie chuckled nervously, feeling himself blush. “Aye, sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” she tightened her grip on his wrist. “That’s not why I said that.” He wet his lips, nodding. “Are you…nervous? About…later.”

Throat dry, causing pain when he swallowed, he nodded. “Feels foolish, but aye.”

“It’s not.” Her thumb rubbed calming circles over his pulse, and it felt like she was literally soothing his heartbeat back to a steady rhythm. That was her affect, her healing touch, her magic. “It’s normal. I’m…I am, too.” He watched a beautiful blush begin at her sternum and creep its way up her neck and into her face, like watching flowers bloom up and down a vine.

“But I…” she went on, breathing shakily. “I really, really want to, Jamie.”

Jamie thought he might just die.

Her voice was low and husky in a way he’d never heard, and she did not break eye contact. He nodded, his jaw agape.

“Aye,” he somehow managed to stutter. “I…I do, too.”

She brought his fingers to her lips, and he prayed she would not feel how clammy his hand was.

“Worrying about it now won’t change anything that happens later,” she whispered, causing the hairs on his hand and wrist to stand on end, tickled by her breath. “It’ll be okay.”

And though he still felt like he might vomit, or faint, or keel over, he knew she was right.

He tried to focus instead on the menu, on the bread basket in between them, on watching Claire break the bread into pieces before putting it in her mouth, not biting it. He tried to think of those hands, delicately breaking bread, holding surgical equipment, of those fingers tying stitches, stroking the brow of a frightened child on a stretcher. And then the bread was popped between her lips, and he could think of nothing but those lips, doing…well…

The waiter thankfully interrupted that next train of thought, and they each ordered. Jamie ordered the buttermilk fried chicken, which came with cornbread, coleslaw, and french fries, which he swapped for sweet potato fries. He caught a glint in Claire’s eye when he asked for the substitution, and he immediately knew she’d be having quite a few of those fries. Claire ordered butternut squash ravioli, and Jamie smiled as he handed the waiter their menus. He’d have to make that for her sometime; he wasn’t too bad at ravioli and other pasta dishes if he did say so himself.

The more rounds of drinks they got, the more relaxed they both felt, and the more Jamie could look at the lights dancing on Claire’s skin without thinking of the terror of the rest of her skin being bared to him.

Well, not entirely.

It was always there, in the back of his mind, but Claire’s melodic laugh, her pensive gaze as she stared over the water, the way she jumped when the ferry horn blared, and that damned healing touch of hers always pulled him back out of his head. She talked about patients and incidents at work, about Joe saving her sanity nearly once an hour, about Faith’s new habit of laying out every one of her barbies on the coffee table in the morning and leaving them there untouched until it was bedtime, only to repeat the process every morning, about how Faith arranged the furniture in her dollhouse. Jamie talked about his own clients, about how great Faith was doing with Jessica, and he told a particularly long anecdote about his one client with Down Syndrome, Holly.

“I dinna ken what to do about that one,” Jamie said, shaking his head. “She’s making braw progress, just great. Her fine motor is getting so much better, her strength is improving, she communicates great wi’ the horse and wi’ us. But she…Christ, how do I say it…”

“She has a crush on you,” Claire said, putting her chin in her hands and smiling.

“Aye! How d’ye know?”

“I’ve seen her at the events. She’s the sweetest thing, but she’s especially sweet to you,” Claire said, her eyes bright with mirth. “How old is she again?”

“Eleven,” Jamie said. “The problem is, she does so well wi’ me, right? But I dinna ken if it’s just because she’s, well, sweet on me. And is that ethical? For her to progress so well because she’s sweet on a grown man more’n twice her age?”

Claire laughed. “Well, it isn’t your fault. You do what you can for her and you keep it professional. She’ll outgrow it, I’m sure.”

“I’m no’ so sure,” Jamie said. “Doesna help that her mam encourages her.”

“Perhaps she has her own crush and she’s living vicariously through Holly.” Claire took a cheeky sip of wine, and Jamie barked with laughter.

“Shameless, Sassenach.”

“What? It’s quite difficult for a woman to resist someone like you. And good with kids, and animals?” She put down her wine glass. “You’re a dreamboat, darling. I’m quite aware how lucky I am. And I would be even if the other moms weren’t constantly reminding me.”

The thought made Jamie blush; all the mothers ogling at him from where he couldn’t see, telling Claire about said ogling.

Claire suddenly shook her head, mouth and eyes wide with disbelief.

“What?”

“It’s like…you don’t even know.” She rested an arm on the table, leaning her chin in her other hand.

“Dinna ken what?”

She bit her lip, perhaps stifling a laugh, or trying to stop herself from saying it. “I’ll…I’ll tell you later.”

His stomach flipped.

When dinner arrived, Claire did steal quite a few of his sweet potato fries, and he didn’t have it in him to tease her for it. She thoroughly enjoyed her own meal, and he catalogued that knowledge away, along with the knowledge of her love of sweet potato. They skipped dessert, Jamie promising her well-priced ice cream instead.

Said ice cream was obtained at a little shop tucked away at the corner of a narrow pedestrian cobblestone walkway. Claire was completely enamored with every little shop and cafe they passed, remarking how “sweet” or how “darling” everything looked, and Jamie wanted to kiss her senseless.

He ordered moose-tracks, which Claire had apparently never had, and Claire got her usual soft-serve vanilla with rainbow sprinkles on a cone. Jamie gave her a bite of his, and she nodded in approval, saying she might actually get that next time.

Next time.

The thought of an endless future of holding Claire’s hand at sunset with ice cream on her tongue was making him dizzy.

They strolled closer and closer to the water, chatting and eating. Claire insisted Jamie have a lick of her ice cream since she’d tried his, but Jamie was certain she just wanted to watch him make a mess of his face with the quickly melting mess. She got her wish, if that was her intention.

When they reached the beach, Jamie asked Claire to hand him her shoes; the wedges she was wearing were not conducive to walking in the sand. She obliged, and they walked on. They walked along the shoreline, passing groups of young people with grilles, families or couples with dogs. There was even a lone swimmer, stroking valiantly in the near still water.

Claire was looking out over the harbor, at the boats, the birds, the colors in the sky. “This really is so beautiful, Jamie.”

“I’m glad ye like it,” he said. “I used to come here by myself just to think. I come wi’ Toni to get food and people watch. It’s very fine to have you here.”

She bit into her cone, and he smiled, finally giving into the urge to kiss her cheek, even as she chewed.

They eventually found their way to a dock, and they sat on the edge, dangling their feet, Claire’s shoes sitting behind them. The sun was mere minutes from setting now, and Jamie’s heart could have burst. He’d calculated the timing just right; he’d gotten to see all of nature’s glowing colors in various states of sunset reflected on Claire’s skin, her hair, her eyes. He could swear that her eyes literally changed color depending on the color of the light around them. She was truly ethereal, so much so that his stomach settled for the first time all night.

They sat swinging their feet, Claire resting her head on Jamie’s shoulder, Jamie holding her against him. It was perfect. The scent of her was driving him mad, that sweet perfume, lemongrass, and that deep herbal essence that always permeated her, likely from her garden. Then they were kissing, madly and deeply, and someone could have docked their boat right next to them and Jamie wouldn’t have noticed.

——

When Jamie opened the back door of his car to retrieve Claire’s overnight bag for her, she noticed that he wiped his hands on his trousers before actually picking up the bag.

He was sweating.

She wanted to tell him that it was going to be alright, that it was not going to be as terrifying as he dreaded, that she’d be happy no matter how he performed.

Not that she wasn’t thinking about how he would perform.

It was perhaps a bit unfair to place such high expectations on him. He was virginal after all. But God, there was something about him that had Claire convinced that she wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow. And she eagerly awaited it.

She’d wanted him, very badly, for a long, long time. Longer than she cared to admit. And she very well might finish at the first contact and then he’d have nothing to worry about.

Before Claire could reveal her horrendously mortifying train of thought, Jamie was unlocking the front door. He lived on the bottom floor of his building, and there were outdoor entrances like there were at her building.

“It’s no’ much,” he said sheepishly, turning on the lights. “Bachelor pad, after all.”

Claire looked around the living room they stepped into, her chest warming. “It’s lovely.”

There was a gray couch facing a not-too-big tellie, a coffee table in the center of a woven blue area rug that matched the tartan blanket draped over the back of the couch. There were burgundy-red throw pillows that matched the red on the tartan.

“Fraser tartan,” Claire said, rubbing the fabric between her fingers. “Right?”

“Aye,” Jamie said eagerly, beaming. “Ye remembered.”

“Remembered?” Claire snorted. “I have been entirely unable to forget the sight.”

She moved on to examine photos on the wall behind the couch, and she saw him blush out of the corner of her eye. She recognized Jenny and Ian from pictures on Jamie’s phone; there were photos from their wedding with Jamie in them, photos of the children, with and without Jamie. There was a photo of three cheesy grins on eager children, two of them redheaded little boys. The one in the middle leaned heavily on his sister and brother, grinning the brightest of all. Willie.

Above them was a photo of them with their parents. Ellen was beautiful. Like a Goddess or an Amazon. Her jawline could cut ice, and her high cheekbones gave way to cat-like eyes.

“You look so much like her,” Claire said softly. She felt him come up closer behind her.

“Thank you.”

She turned to offer him a sad but loving smile, wrapping her arms around his middle and resting her head on his shoulder. Her eyes wandered over Ellen and Brian’s wedding photo, both of them elegant and regal, Brian in his full Fraser regalia, Ellen in a gorgeous, very eighties gown.

“Your family is so beautiful, Jamie.” Claire gave him a squeeze. “Just looking at these I can tell how much love there is between all of you.”

Claire had always wondered what it was like to have family like that. Of course Lamb had been her family, and she loved him endlessly. She always would. But family like this, family to fill a wall with and look at similarities between…she’d never had such a thing. So she always wondered.

“I can’t wait to meet them someday.”

She said it softly, so softly that she might be able to take it back if she needed. But Jamie squeezed her back and kissed the top of her head.

“I canna wait either, mo ghraidh.”

They took off their shoes and moved into the kitchen, the counters empty and spotless save his coffee maker and a blender, quite unlike the ever-present mess in her kitchen. There were white roses in the center of the table, and Claire got the distinct feeling that he didn’t always have such a thing.

“For you, Milady.” He gallantly offered her a rose from the bunch, and she deeply inhaled its fresh scent, looking up at him through her lashes. The whisky came next, and then they were on the couch, glasses in hand, rose tucked behind Claire’s ear. They would go back and forth between talking animatedly, laughing, teasing, and then utter silence, sipping their glasses uncomfortably, sweat pooling at the base of Claire’s back. And probably under her arms. This went on for far too long before Claire decided to say something.

“So — ”

“Listen, I —”

They both snapped their mouths shut, blushing fiercely. They stumbled apologies over each other, but then Claire stopped it all.

“You first,” she insisted.

“Right.” He cleared his throat. “I was ehm…gonna…well…” He ran a hand through his hair, and Claire’s heart strained to see it was trembling. “I dinna ken what to do right about now. I mean, I ken what to do!” he corrected quickly, but he hadn’t needed to. Claire knew what he meant. “It’s just — ”

“No, I know. I know what you mean.” Claire took another sip of her drink. “I don’t…know what’s next either.”

Jamie laughed, a shaky, nervous sound. Claire wanted to take him in her arms and soothe him, kiss away all his fear. Yet she also wanted to pounce him right there, make him spill his whisky all over that beautiful carpet and drag him to the bed and leave it there until morning.

Though that didn’t seem very productive.

“I was going to say that you don’t have to worry about condoms,” Claire said, nodding curtly. “I mean, I know you don’t have anything, and I don’t. Unless you want — ”

He shook his head. “I trust ye.”

Claire nodded. “And well, I’m on the pill. So.”

He nodded thoughtfully, sipping his drink again. She saw the unasked question in his eye. She didn’t need to prove to him that she wasn’t just ready to start sleeping around at any given moment, but she wanted to.

“I took it even before I started having sex,” she explained. “Bad periods. Really bad.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s alright,” Claire waved it off. “It was convenient when I started having sex. Then Frank wanted kids right after getting married even though I was still in medical school, so I went off it. Went right back on it as soon as I could after Faith was born.”

“Frank wanted kids?”

She saw the regret as soon as he said it, flashing in his eyes like a storm.

“Exactly,” Claire said. “I don’t need to tell you of all people that Faith is my joy and blessing and…everything to me,” she said, her chest aching. “But…I wasn’t ready. I didn’t want to even start trying until the age I am now. Pregnancy and infancy during med school was really hard.”

“I canna imagine.” He put a hand on her knee, squeezing. ���Ye’re brave, Claire. And strong.”

She smiled weakly. “I didn’t feel like it at the time. I couldn’t even say no to him. Even though I knew why he was doing it.”

He didn’t want to ask, she could tell. He squeezed her knee harder and rubbed his thumb over her kneecap.

“He thought I’d give it up,” she said simply, shrugging. “Being a doctor. If I had children. Thought I’d resign myself to barefoot and pregnant.”

Jamie’s every feature darkened. Claire covered his hand with hers on her knee.

“I’m sorry we got into that tonight. I didn’t mean…at all…”

Unprompted and unexpectedly, Jamie’s lips met hers, harder than they had all night. He pulled away, and Claire felt breathless.

“What was that for…? I didn’t exactly set the mood…” Claire rolled her eyes in admonishment of herself.

“I admire the hell out of you, Sassenach.”

Overwhelmed with affection, Claire kissed him back.

When they pulled apart, Claire took note of the time from the digital clock on the cable box.

“I need to call Gail, get the updates, make sure Faith went down okay,” Claire said, reaching for her phone. Gail and Delia were spending the whole night at the apartment rather than Faith sleeping at their house; Claire had been worried that Faith would panic if nighttime routine was not at home.

“Do you want to…” Claire put her drink down on the coffee table as she pulled out her phone. “Meet me in the bedroom?”

She thought he might drop his drink; she almost jerked her hand forward to catch it.

“Ah — yes, aye, that’s fine,” he stammered. He set his glass down beside hers and stood up. “I’ll just…do that.”

She covered her mouth to stifle a laugh. If she hadn't already had three overtly sexual encounters with this man, these interactions would convince her that she was in for a rough night.

Gail gave a glowing report for Faith’s behavior and informed Claire that she and Delia were fast asleep, Delia in her sleeping bag next to Faith’s bed. Claire thanked her for the millionth time in just that one phone call, and then she hung up. She suddenly got the urge to wipe her palms on her dress. Now she was sweaty.

Christ.

She took a deep breath, in the nose, and out the mouth.

It’s just sex, Beauchamp. It’s like riding a bike.

Just sex…

It couldn’t ever be just sex with someone like Jamie. Not when she was his first, not when she felt…the way she did about him.

Christ.

She forced herself off the couch, swaying only slightly when she stood, and not from the alcohol.

She made sure she was breathing as she headed in the direction that Jamie had gone and into the room. His head popped up from his task. He was turning down the comforter, having already put the throw pillows on the floor in the corner.

“Yer bag is on the dresser,” he gestured to the dresser where there was, indeed, her overnight bag. She briefly wondered if she’d even bother sleeping in pajamas, then the image of her naked body pressed tightly against his seared her mind, and she thought she might fall over.

“Faith alright?”

“Hm? Oh, yes, she’s asleep, Gail said she was great. Stubborn about dinner, wanted to eat Delia’s food instead of her own, but Gail was able to get it straightened.”

Please, do keep drawling on about your five year old while Jamie Fucking Fraser turns down his bed to fuck you in.

“Good, glad to hear it.” He flashed her a grin, then straightened up. “The bathroom is an ensuite. Right through there.” He gestured, and Claire nodded in acknowledgement.

Then there they stood, six feet apart from one another, no excuses left. Jamie wiped his palms on his pants, and Claire fought the urge to do the same on her dress. It was yellow, another high-low dress with flowing cap sleeves. How she hadn’t managed to sweat through it yet was beyond her.

Jamie took a step forward, hesitantly. “I’d like to kiss ye now, Sassenach. If that’s alright.”

Claire inhaled on a gasp, then exhaled tremulously. She nodded without words, taking her own step forward.

Like riding a bike.

He closed the gap between them, cupping her face sweetly.

Like riding a bike with someone that makes your heart feel like it’s going to explode from  beneath your sternum.

He dipped down and kissed her, gentle as ever. In the back of her mind, in a place that she wished would shut up, she prayed that he wouldn’t be that gentle all night.

She could feel the sweat on his palms that he’d tried so desperately to be rid of, clammy on her face, but she focused instead on the feel of his lips, on the gentle probing of his tongue, mingling with hers. Her hands had been resting absently on his chest, but she snaked them up now, wrapping them around his neck. She wanted to be closer, needed to be. Her heartbeat was erratic, and she wanted to feel his thrumming in desperate time with hers, right up against her.

His hands moved too, threading through her hair, tugging gently so he could tip her back for better access. She sighed with contentment, smiling against him and reaching her hands under his collar to scratch his neck. He groaned as she raked her nails down, tugging harder on her hair. She’d apparently unleashed something, because he redoubled his efforts, flipping them around so he could push her to the bed. They crashed down together, and before Claire could blink, Jamie was lying perpendicular to the headboard, legs dangling off the bed, and she was hovering over him, kissing him senseless.

Something that had been simmering in her all night began rising, steaming. If she was sweaty before, she was melting now. She ran her hands all over his chest, his arms; he peppered kisses all over her neck and collarbones and even the swell of her breasts. His hands alternated between running up and down her back and squeezing her arse over her dress. She needed more. Nerves were gone, and she was ready to throw a leg over him and straddle him now. Hell, if she finished fully clothed she could still be ready for more. She moaned loudly as Jamie bit her bottom lip, sinking her nails into his neck. She was about to throw her leg over him, but then he abruptly sat up, digging his own nails into her shoulders and clawing down her arms, no doubt leaving already fading streaks of red. Claire began kissing his neck, biting, nibbling, licking, then —

“What were ye gonna say?”

She barely registered that he’d even talked. She picked up her head and looked at him blearily, her chest heaving.

“What…?”

“At dinner…when ye said, ‘I’ll yell ye later’…”

“Oh.” It came flooding back, the way he’d looked when she mentioned all the mothers lusting after him, what that look did to her.

She smiled widely at him, at first genuine and sweet, and then it morphed into something wickeder. No, she would not straddle him just yet.

She slowly, torturously slowly, ran her tongue along his bottom lip, and then nipped at it with her teeth. “You don’t even know…” She trailed her fingers down his neck, stopping at the buttons of his shirt to start undoing them. “How God damn,” another button, “bloody,” another button, “beautiful you are.” She pushed the fabric of his shirt apart, four buttons open now, and kissed his sternum. “How…” another button, another kiss, “fucking…” another button, another kiss, “hot you are, Jamie.”

His shirt was entirely undone now, and she yanked it out of his pants and over his shoulders. She moaned in appreciation of his body, beautiful indeed, sculpted from fine marble. She ran her hands down his chest, his stomach, then back up.

“God, Jamie…” She was completely breathless, and he was barely even touching her. “The first time I saw these muscles, under that wet t-shirt…I was ready to bloody have you on that counter.”

He growled then, finally moving, capturing her lips with his with an aggression she didn’t know he was capable of. She whimpered in surprised appreciation, running her hands back up his perfect torso to thread her arms around his neck as his snaked around her waist.

“Christ, Sassenach,” Jamie groaned, kissing her neck fiercely. “I wanted ye…I wanted ye so badly that day I could scarcely breathe…”

She laughed, a throaty, wanton sound. “I know you did…” She ran a hand down the planes of his torso again and then walked her fingers down, down, down…until Jamie cried out, jerking into her hand. “I could feel it.” She palmed him gently over his pants, and Jamie sounded like he was choking on something. Claire chuckled darkly and continued kissing him sloppily as she rubbed him, becoming less and less gentle.

“What did you do?” she panted, nibbling his earlobe. “That day? What did you do with…this?” She gave a particularly hard squeeze, and he cried out again against her neck, latching his teeth there, and she whimpered.

“I…” She felt him swallow, hard. “I tried not to, Sassenach, I didna…” He hissed; she did not stop touching him, “want to dishonor ye.”

“Tell me, Jamie,” she breathed. “And I’ll tell you what I did.”

He let out a soft moan at that, a beautiful, endlessly endearing sound. “Oh, Christ…” His voice was gravelly in a way that made Claire’s stomach turn to liquid. “I…I took myself in my hand, and I…” Claire was unable to suppress a moan at the thought of her sweet, shy lad touching himself for her. “I imagined this. Only it’s…” He kissed her deeply, lapping at her mouth with his tongue like he was desperately hungry. “It’s better than I could ever imagine.”

And we’re just getting started, my lad.

Claire kissed him back, finally letting her hand leave him so she could grasp both of his shoulders. “I…” she panted. “God, I touched myself too, Jamie.” She pushed his shoulders down. “I couldn’t help it.” She straddled him, and he hissed at the contact, gripping her hips. God, he felt huge under her like this, and it sent a shudder through her entire body at the thought of taking him inside her.

“Then I…” She braced herself on his shoulders and began rocking her hips, just as she’d done that night. “I did this, on a…a pillow.” She laughed through the words, even as she ground down harder on him. “And I imagined this.”

His grip on her hips tightened, and his hands moved under her dress, under her underwear to grab the flesh of her arse. She groaned as he dug his fingers into that flesh, continuing to seek her pleasure with her thrusts.

Not enough. More. More.

Claire stilled her hips and removed her hands from his shoulders so she could find the edge of her dress. Jamie’s grip on her arse became impossibly tighter; his whole body seemed to freeze up and stiffen beneath her. She smirked, feeling herself flush at the thought of letting him see her. And then the dress was off and discarded, leaving her in the lacy white matching set she’d worn just for the occasion. He raked his eyes over her frantically, as if he didn’t know where to look, where to settle his gaze. His eyes were practically bugging out of his head, and he looked like he might lose consciousness. Claire flipped her hair to one side and leaned down to kiss him, gently gripping both sides of his face. She did not move her hips again, just kissed him gently, sweetly.

It’s okay. Take your time.

After a few lingering, deep kisses, Jamie finally moved his hands away from her arse and up the length of her back, bracing her against him. He flipped her onto her back and began peppering kisses on her neck, the crook of her shoulder, her jawline, all while sculpting his fingertips over the length of her collarbones. Claire kept her fingers threaded through his curls, tugging gently on occasion. He latched onto that spot, just above her collarbone where her neck began, and Claire cried out, the pooling heat within her rising to a boiling point. His hand snaked down the length of her torso, sliding over her bra, her waist, then resting on the small of her back. She felt his lips curl into a smile against her skin, and he softly kissed the spot he'd just assaulted, before trailing his tongue up the length of her neck and her jawline before finally coming home to her mouth.

She moaned greedily into his mouth, sucking hard on his tongue, combining it with hers. She moved her hands to the sides of his face, as if to pull him impossibly closer. He kissed her urgently, and she could feel the hard proof of his arousal on her thigh, but his hands remained still. Picking up on his shyness, Claire removed a hand from his face and took hold of the hand that was still stationary on the small of her back. He either didn't notice or didn't care, far too occupied with devouring her lips and tongue, tasting her teeth. She brought his hand back up the length of her torso, stopping on the left cup of her bra. She flattened his hand and firmly pressed his palm into the soft flesh.

He stopped kissing her then, and she felt him grow even harder, if that were even possible. He looked into her eyes, the bright blue almost gone, darkened with desire. His lips were hanging open in aroused shock, and the sight of them, swollen and red from her own assault made her squirm.

She gave him a wicked grin and pressed his hand harder onto her breast, groaning through her teeth, her jaw jutting forward. Despite how obvious it was that this was enjoyable for her, and him for that matter, Jamie still hesitated to squeeze on his own, floundering when her hand left his.

"Jamie..." She somehow found enough breath to pant out his name. "Touch me, Jamie, please."

Jamie gulped, and she watched as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, having to bite her lip to stifle the moan it elicited from her. God, everything he did made her simply melt.

He repositioned himself slightly so that he could bring a second hand, trembling like mad, to her other, neglected breast. He took them in his hands with bated breath, and the sight of him, in awe of her like this was nearly enough to make her come without any stimulation at all. He ran his thumbs back and forth over the lacy material of her bra, and she groaned at the contact to her nipples, even through the fabric.

Still, he was hesitant.

"Don't be gentle," she blurted out, unable to stop herself. "Touch me, Jamie. Please."

Something finally seemed to click; something unleashed from within him. His hands roughly squeezed her breasts, and Claire arched her back as a strangled cry ripped through her.

"Yes, Jamie..." He reached one of his hands under the cup, and she gasped at the flesh-on-flesh contact. "Yes..."

Like a man possessed, he tugged at the straps of her bra, and without even thinking twice, she slipped her arms out of the straps as he reached underneath her to unhook it. Claire couldn't help but giggle; his fingers were practically vibrating with how fiercely he trembled; it took him far longer than it should have for him to unhook the bloody thing.

When he finally succeeded, and her breasts were free, she sighed with contentment. He unceremoniously discarded it behind him and returned to his former position, fueled even further by the full sight of them now. She swore she heard him growl as he took hold of her breasts again, and Claire moaned at the sensation. He kneaded roughly, pushing them together and apart, trapping her nipples between his fingers. He dipped his head to kiss her sternum, and Claire blushed, knowing full well there was a pool of sweat gathered there. He didn't seem to mind, however, as his lips and tongue devoured her there, and then trailed kisses up the mound of her breast.

Claire gasped raggedly as his lips latched onto the nipple, kissing it over and over before firmly sucking and circling his tongue around it rapidly, all while still kneading the other breast. Claire was becoming feral: her hands were pushing into his head with a force that was surely uncomfortable for him, her heavy panting had quickly morphed into repeated, loud keening noises, and she was bucking her hips into thin air. She briefly wondered if it was possible to come just from this, with her lower extremities completely untouched. She certainly felt like it was possible.

Evidently, she'd never get to find out.

He switched his mouth to her other breast and trailed his hand, flat, down the expanse of her stomach, and Claire groaned in anticipation of the oncoming sensation. He slid his hand over her underwear and palmed her, his hand completely covering the entire surface area. Claire moaned loudly; his hand was so warm and large, the heat pressing into her almost made her come undone on its own. Noticing how enthusiastically she responded to this, Jamie kept his hand flat and large as he could on her, kneading and squeezing almost like he had done to her breasts, only gentler. She rolled her hips, keening incessantly as he carried on. After a while, he slowed his hand to a stop and kept his fingers still, then began grinding the heel of his hand into her, pressing directly into that bundle of nerves that had so been craving his touch.

She loudly cried out at the sensation, but he only let it last briefly. He had other plans. All the while, his mouth had not left her breast, kissing the skin, the nipple, licking, sucking. Now, his mouth hovered over hers as his fingers tantalizingly teased the top of her underwear. He inched them underneath, slowly, so fucking slowly.

"Please, Jamie," she cried out, not even having the mental capacity to consider how wanton she sounded.

He chuckled against her mouth, kissing her hard again. She groaned into him as his fingers teased her entrance to gather her natural lubricant, and he chuckled again, his chest rumbling.

He's laughing at how you're dripping wet already, you sex-fiend.

Not wasting any more time, he began rubbing, up and down, side to side, circling…

“Jamie…Jamie…fuck…”

Claire was completely lost.

Her eyes were squeezed shut, her back completely arched, her fingers threaded in his hair again. He knew exactly when he spent too long in a certain spot, and he moved, he knew exactly when he needed to slow down, when he needed to speed up. He was watching her face intently, listening to her body, and of course to those noises.

Claire had no concept of how loud she was being now; she couldn't even hear herself anymore. The only thing she could hear was his panting in her ear, the purring in his throat, the chuckling growls in his chest. The world narrowed down to his fingers, taking up a pace with a quickness she had never felt before. Every breath she inhaled was a ragged gasp, every breath she released was a tortured moan.

Jamie latched teeth onto her nipple, and she was undone.

She came with a ferocity she hadn’t thought possible, her mouth hanging open, as screams, practically sobs, erupted from her.

His fingers slowed, gently stroking her down from her high. She was seeing stars as he kissed her lips again, and she kissed him back with a fervor she didn’t even know she could muster after the numbing orgasm he’d just given her. She kissed him until she was sure she would faint, only pulling away to ensure she didn’t drop dead for lack of air. She panted heavily, her walls still clenching inside her, her thighs still twitching. His hand left her, gently stroking up and down her ribcage. He was grinning down at her like a fool, clearly quite pleased with himself.

“Where the bloody hell did you learn how to do that?” Claire panted, her eyes hardly able to focus her vision.

He smirked at her, cocking an eyebrow. “I said I was a virgin, Sassenach.” He chuckled lightly and kissed her again. “No’ a monk.”

Claire shook her head in disbelief, completely dumbfounded. Would he ever cease to amaze her?

“Was it really all that good?”

She could tell that he was trying to play it off as a joke, attempting sarcasm, playing up his cockiness. But she could see right through it, could tell that he needed the reassurance from her verbally.

To answer him, Claire firmly took hold of both sides of his face and kissed him hard. When she pulled away she looked into his eyes, whispering: “Unbelievable.”

His grin widened again, and he kissed her back, threading his fingers through her hair. They pulled apart again and settled in to lay down, facing each other, foreheads pressed together.

“Ye’re beautiful when ye fall apart, Claire,” he whispered reverently, pushing a stray curl out of her sweaty face. 

She felt her face get hot, but not from arousal this time. “Really…? I found myself resembling nothing short of a wanton slut.”

She’d meant it as a joke, and looked at him as such, smiling sheepishly. But his eyes had darkened again, and his face was almost gravely serious.

“No, Sassenach,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “Ye’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Watching ye in the throes of yer passion is…is beyond description, Claire. I dinna want to ever forget it.”

Claire felt tears stinging her eyes, and she felt ridiculous. Am I really about to cry because my boyfriend thinks I’m pretty when I come…?

But it wasn’t as simple as that. Not really.

The truth of his words, the depth of their meaning sank in, and Claire felt her heart being pulled to his. She was unable to stop herself from kissing him again, overcome with tenderness. The kiss gradually deepened, and it wasn’t long before Claire found herself burning, wanting again. She moved her hands down the expanse of his bare chest as he continued kissing her, stopping at his hips, where his pants began. She tugged on his belt until she got it undone, and Jamie smirked against her lips as she pulled it through the belt loops, discarding it over her shoulder.

“You…” she breathed out between kisses. “Are wearing…” She undid his fly. “Far too much clothing.”

He growled in response, deepening the kiss even as he tugged on his slacks, breaking away only to get them over his knees and heels, finally kicking them onto the floor. He laid back down beside her again, thrusting his tongue back into her mouth with an urgency that made her moan. His hardness was pressing firmly into her as they continued their exploration of each other’s mouths, and Claire found herself unable to resist rocking her hips against him. He mirrored her actions, grinding against her thigh. Claire draped her leg over his hips to increase her own friction, and slid her other thigh between both of his to increase friction for him, pressing the top of her thigh into his erection.

He let out a shuddering groan, a sound that sent heat shooting to her center. They began madly rocking together, their lips never leaving one another’s. Claire groaned and grunted as she fought to maintain a steady rhythm that stimulated her just right on him, the ever-present reminder of his arousal on her thigh driving her mad. Jamie was panting and groaning, his thrusts becoming frantic.

“Claire…” Jamie choked out, finally releasing her mouth. “I canna…I’m gonnae…”

“No.” Claire immediately stopped rocking. “Not like this.”

Every vein in his face was popping out, and he was dripping with sweat. Claire unthreaded herself from him and tugged on his briefs, and he obliged, sitting up and sliding them all the way off. Claire gasped raggedly as he was unsheathed. She’d guessed the relative size of him through clothing far earlier in their friendship than she’d have liked to admit, but to fully see it was another matter entirely.

She had to have him. Now.

She sat up, reached out and grabbed him, and he cried out. She squeezed and stroked oh-so-gently, not wanting to accidentally set him off this way, but wanting very badly to feel him in her hands first. He let his head fall backward, his mouth stuck open, his eyes looking up to the ceiling.

“Christ, Sassenach…” he hissed.

Claire chuckled softly, enjoying her turn to have power over him. “Are you ready, Jamie?

Ready for me to take your virginity?

The thought sent another jet of heat to her center, and she felt herself growing impossibly wet.

“Are you?” he asked.

She smirked and made a show of removing her underwear, exposing that arse that she knew he adored, wiggling them down torturously slowly. She could feel her own wetness trailing down her thigh without the barrier to stop it from doing so. When they were finally discarded, she rose up on her knees and took his hand in hers, bringing it between her legs. They both gasped, she from the sensation, and he from the arousal of feeling how ready she really was.

Claire held his hand there, letting him soak in the moment. She looked him directly in the eye. “What do you think?” she said breathily.

He growled again and kissed her hungrily, both of them kneeling in the center of the bed.

Yes, they were both quite ready.

They kissed and kissed and kissed, and Claire didn’t even notice that Jamie was gradually, gently, pushing her back. She sat back and untucked her legs from beneath her, spreading them, until she was laying on the pillows, Jamie braced above her. Jamie stared into her face, eyes wide, mouth agape. Claire had to stifle the urge to laugh. But God, was he beautiful.

“I…” he stammered. “I’m sorry if I…”

Claire silenced him with a kiss, gripping both sides of his face. “It’s alright.” She kissed him again, dragging her teeth along his bottom lip until it popped out. “Do what you must.”

Jamie let out a shuddering groan that had Claire arching her back, raising her hips for him. He took hold of himself, lining himself up. Claire could feel him, grazing every inch of sensitive flesh that he’d already given his attentions to, and then he was there, right against her.

Do it, Jamie. God, do it!

She wanted to scream.

Instead, she took in the question in his eyes, the bob of his Adam’s apple, still holding his face, and she nodded.

Then she did scream, or something akin to it at least. It was loud, whatever it was.

Her first thought was that she’d never been so completely filled by any other man she’d slept with. Her second thought was that that was a horrible thought to have. Her third thought was that she didn’t give a fuck.

He wasn’t moving; he was just staring at her with his hands braced on either side of her head. Claire was still catching her breath from his initial thrust, and she realized embarrassingly that she was white-knuckling the poor lad’s face. She eased her grip and brought his face down to hers, kissing him, swirling her tongue with his. She rose her hips up, thrusting against him herself, then he took the hint, beginning to move. Claire keened against his lips as he stirred inside her, and then she cried out again when he pulled back and slammed back in. Jamie made his own noise, choked and strangled. God, he was so fucking endearing, even as he hammered inside her.

He gave another thrust, and then he set a rhythm. Claire threaded an arm around his neck, pressing his head into the crook of her neck. He clearly didn’t have the brain capacity to do anything there but breathe, but that was enough. His panting, hot breath on her skin and his noises directly in her ear were a lovely sensation. With her other hand, she reached down to take purchase on his arse, smooth and firm. She held onto it as if for dear life, as if she could push him even deeper into her if she tried.

After not long at all, he began to speed up, and Claire knew he wouldn’t last much longer. She also knew she was going to die if she didn’t finish with him inside her. So she removed her hand from his arse and brought it between them, rubbing herself relentlessly. Eventually, she thought to herself, she’d bring his hand there while they fucked. For now, the lad could barely keep himself from crushing her. She didn’t blame him.

A new surge of pleasure coursed through her, an electric height only achieved by combining both pleasure points on her body, heightened further still when one was far larger than a few fingers. Claire’s moaning was unrestrained now; every thrust elicited yet another high-pitched cry. She tightened her arm around his neck, threading her fingers in his thick red curls. He began moaning against her skin with every breath, and Claire increased the pace of her fingers.

So close.

And then Jamie yelled against her, biting down on her shoulder. His body went rigid, freezing inside her. She felt the familiar warm rush of his seed filling her, and she kept rubbing herself.

“Jamie!”

A plea, a demand…it was anyone’s guess.

Whether he knew what she meant or not, he gave one final thrust, and it was enough. She screamed again, louder than she had all night, clenching tightly around him, yanking her hand away from herself out of pure overstimulation and then braced her hand on his arse again, squeezing tightly.

He remained still as she continued to grasp him tightly, pulse around him, spasm her hips erratically, shivering. He’d collapsed onto his elbows, and sweat dripped from his hair onto her forehead, disappearing into her own hair. They were both gasping for air, panting desperately against each other’s skin. Claire could taste her own sweat on her upper lip, could see and feel the sheen of sweat all over his body as well as hers. For a moment they stayed like that, panting and gasping, and then Jamie collapsed to the right, surely unable to hold himself up anymore. He slid out of her, collapsing onto his back, still breathing heavily.

Claire stared at the ceiling for a moment, feeling far too much like jell-o to be able to move, but before long, she missed his warmth above her, around her. She flopped over onto her stomach, landing bodily on his chest. The sound it made was rather horrid, and Claire snorted. Jamie had no reaction, and Claire propped her head on her hands atop his chest. She found him with his eyes closed, seemingly asleep.

“Don’t die on me now,” she said.

Jamie groaned unintelligibly, his eyes still closed.

“Well,” Claire said haughtily, folding her arms over his chest and laying her head on them. “At least you didn’t die a virgin.”

A loud slap filled the air, followed by a sharp sting, simultaneous with a loud shriek. Claire jolted, sitting up.

“You little bastard!”

Jamie was literally howling with laughter.

“I’m sorry lass!” he wheezed. “I didna realize it would be so loud!”

“Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ!” she cried, swatting at his arm. Both of them had done this while they were fully clothed, teasing. But evidently, Jamie had never smacked a naked arse before. Which would make sense.

She erupted into giggles right with him, collapsing onto his chest again, where he readily wrapped his arms around her and kissed her head.

“Oh, Christ…” He was still laughing, rubbing her back.

“That’s what you get for almost falling asleep on me!” Claire said, still sputtering herself.

They calmed themselves down, still teasing and shuddering with laughter, Jamie rocking her in his arms unintentionally. They quieted, and a sense of contentment filled the air.

“Ye…ye liked it, then?”

Claire was unable to stifle another laugh. “I’m sorry, it’s not funny…” She giggled again, then kissed his sternum. “I did. I did like it, Jamie. A lot.”

She could feel as well as hear his sigh of relief, his chest deflating, taking her with it. He kissed her head again. “So did I, Sassenach.”

She picked her head up, resting her chin on her hands again. “Was it like you thought it would be?”

Jamie grinned crookedly, and Claire was shocked by her desire to kiss every inch of that mouth, so soon after. “Better.”

She was unable to stop herself then, kissing him soundly. He kissed back with equal fervor until they were both breathless. Then he pulled away, and Claire looked at him questioningly.

“Would ye…” He gulped, blinking. “Maybe…would ye want to do it again?”

Claire cocked a brow at him, smiling wickedly and maintaining eye contact as her hand traveled further down until she found him, already hard.

“Hm,” she hummed, impressed. “Ready already.”

Before he could push her into the pillows again, she threw a leg over his hips to straddle him. She leaned down to kiss him, and he raked his nails down her back, then kneaded her arse roughly. She could feel a hot rush, and then he chuckled darkly.

“So are you.”

Proving him right, she lowered herself onto him with effortless ease, and Jamie’s face looked like he might explode in this new position. She sighed with ecstasy, biting her lip. God, he felt good.

“For the record,” Claire began before she could stop herself. “I didn’t…hate it.”

His brow furrowed, gulping, trying to maintain focus while he was inside her. “What…?”

She took one of his hands, previously kneading her breasts, and brought it down to her arse. Hard. Loud.

Jamie’s eyes blew impossibly wide, his mouth falling open. Claire almost regretted it, almost felt like a slut bringing a kink, even a mild one, into the equation on the first night. But then his eyes darkened, and he smacked the other side of her arse with his free hand, and she let out a gasp that ended with a groan. Claire bit her lip, smiling wickedly down at him.

“Fast learner.”

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- the christmas miracle ( 𝐒.𝐆. )

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tears pricked at the back of your eyes. here you were, two weeks away from christmas, and still no presents, no decorations, and very little food to even last this week. nina, your six-year-old daughter, kept asking about why christmas hasn’t come yet to your house, but how were you gonna tell her that you were struggling to buy food alone? it seemed like everyone in your apartment building knew of your financial status. they eyed you sadly as you walked down the hallways, making your way to work your one of two jobs, dark undereye bags staining the once skin-toned flesh, nina constantly wondering why you were working and no longer spending time with her as much as you used to. 

“i’m here to pick up nina,” you told him. “i’m her mom, mrs. gossard takes care of her in the afternoons.” 

“oh!” he smiles at you, “you’re ms. [y/l/n], right?”

“yes, i am!” you smile back. 

“come in, she got tired and is taking a nap in the living room,” he opens the door, stepping aside to let you walk in, taking in the pastel pink walls and white wicker furniture. “i’m stone, by the way. i’m mary’s son.”

“you’re the one she always talks about!” you brightly smile at him, causing him to blush lightly, sheepishly bowing his head. “she’s really proud of you, you know.” 

“she’s always like that with her children,” stone laughs lightly, scratching the back of his neck. the pale color of his skin complimented his eyes, making them appear brighter in the white light of his mother’s living room. 

“mama?” nina’s soft voice called from the couch. her small fist rubbed roughly against her eyelids, rubbing the sleep out of them as she pushed her upper body up to a sitting position. “hi,” you replied tenderly, making your way to her, her arms stretching out to allow you to pick her up easily. she wraps her arms around your neck and her legs around your waist, burying her head into the side of your neck, sighing gingerly, taking in the scent of the perfume you always wore. you turned back to stone, “is your mom home?” you pulled a small wad of money from your pocket, wanting to pay her for taking care of nina for however long she has been taking care of her for. “i’d like to give her this.” you pushed it towards stone, who gently put his hand over yours, pushing it back towards you.

“my mom won’t take your money,” he smiled delicately. “she understands, don’t worry about it.” 

“but -”

“no buts,” he shook his head, making his way into the kitchen, picking up the platter from the counter. “she also wanted me to give you this, if you came over while she was at her doctor’s appointment.” 

“thank you,” you freed one of your hands from nina, planning to take the glassware from him. 

“no,” he puts it back down on the counter again, hands outstretched to take nina. “i’ll help you take it home.” he smiles softly again. swapping nina for the pie plate, moving towards the door, eyeing nina as she rested her head on stone’s shoulder. her faint snores restarted, causing the man’s heart to slowly turn to mush as he rested his cheek on her head. your heart swelled, opening the door to his mom’s apartment. nina’s estranged father was never in the picture, and seeing a strange man cuddle her softly to his chest as he helped you really brought both sadness and want into your heart. 

you wanted nina to experience what having a father was like, but you barely had time for her, let alone another person. you walk to your apartment in silence, fearful that nina would wake up from her nap if you were too loud for her liking; she was always a light sleeper, something she gained from her dad, who was always sleeping with one eye open. you always wondered why, seeing that the neighborhood the two of you lived in was relatively safe.

most of seattle was. 

taking your key and unlocking your door, you lead stone to nina’s room, the princess themed bedspread thrown haphazardly across her bed, a few barbies and kens laying about the floor in front of her dresser. he gingerly placed her down, unbuckling her jeans and pulling them down her legs before moving the bedspread to cover her up to her chin. you smiled at the sight before going to the kitchen, placing down the pie plate on the counter next to your stove. the sound of heavy steps alerted you of his presence, “i have to go, it’s almost the end of my mom’s appointment and i had to drive her down there.” 

“alright,” you told him. “thank you for helping me with nina, i appreciate it.” 

“no problem, it was a nice break from the music business,” he beams, chuckling a little. “well, hopefully i’ll see you later!” he waves at you before walking away, opening the door to your apartment. 

“hopefully,” you hugged your arms around yourself. 

you had noticed a piece of paper on nina’s nighttable, and upon closer inspection, you noticed that it was stone’s phone number with a messily scrawled, “call me :).” 

you did, the next day, and since then the two of you spoke and laughed at his jokes, him telling you stories of his childhood, his adventures across the world, the stress of being in a famous band. you feared telling him of your financial struggles and the struggle of trying to make enough money to get nina some presents. however, what you did not know, was that mary had told him of your problems and his plan to help you out with it. 

it was the night of christmas eve, and nina had fallen asleep after throwing a small crying fit, wondering how 1. santa was going to be able to come to your home since it was in an apartment building (this was an ongoing thing for the past three years) and 2. why the christmas tree still wasn’t up. “he’s not going to come here if he can’t see the tree!” she cried, letting you hold her close, rubbing the back of her head as you calmed her down.

sitting in your living room with a book on your lap, your heart continued to beat wildly against your chest. you bought her very few things, most of which were small and it would make her a little disappointed, and at the same time break you heart as she would go back to school and talk about how the other kids got bigger and better things. 

a small knock on your door caused you to freeze, eyes wide as you thought of what could happen. a burglar waiting for you to be dumb and open the door? mary coming over to bring some food? all bad thoughts crossed your mind until you heard, “it’s stone!” coming from the outside.

what was stone doing here at. . . you glanced at the clock in the kitchen, 4 in the morning? you put down the book, upside down as to keep your spot, and made your way to the door, still confused at why he was here. you unlocked the door and when you saw the christmas tree box - amongst other things - sitting at his feet, you gasped. “what is this, stone?” 

“it’s for you and nina,” he smiled. “now, come on, it’s cold.” the two of you laughed, taking the time to pick up the boxes and transferring them into the warmth of your apartment, and as each box came in, you noticed that a few were already wrapped and ready to be placed under the christmas tree, one of which was wrapped in a different paper than the others. stone noticed you looking at it. “it’s for you.” 

it took the two of you half an hour to put up the tree and place the presents underneath, and once it was done, you were able to fall asleep peacefully, you and stone passing out on the cushions of your sofa. “mama!” nina’s cries pierced through the thick veils of sleep and woke you and stone up. “santa came!” you peered at her through your eyelashes, seeing her angelic face brighten up as she saw the many presents placed at the bottom of the lit tree. 

“open them,” you insisted, trying to sit up with some difficulty, soon noticing stone’s head resting against your stomach, arms wrapped lazily around your middle. you haven’t seen her this happy, you noted, hand making its way into stone’s hair, gently rubbing his scalp. he hums softly, watching the girl tear through the first box, a high-pitched squeal leaving her lips as she realizes it’s the victorian purple barbie house she’s been pestering you for months and something you complained to stone about. 

“nina,” you caught her attention, “can you give me that box, please? it has my name on it.” you caught the neatly scrawled [y/n] on the top. she snatches up from the floor, running over to you, placing it in your outstretched hand before going back to her own. “what is this, stone?”

“open it,” he nods to it. 

you tear the paper, letting the pieces drop to the floor, seeing a flat velvet box come into view. written on top of it was ‘gucci’. opening it, an aged gold butterfly necklace stares back at you from the confines of the white cardboard interior, and peaking from behind it, a gold-colored debit card sat. “it currently has a few thousand dollars in it,” stone informs you. “and it’s attached to my bank acount, as well, so now you and nina are dependents.”

“stone, i can’t take this,” you begin to protest.

“why not?” he picked himself up from your stomach, glacing at you from above. “it’s my money and i get to choose what i want to do with it. and i want to help you and nina. there’s only one condition.”

“and what’s that?”

taking a short glance towards your daughter, who was too busy tearing open the last few of her presents, he lowers himself against you, face turning towards yours before he presses his lips softly on yours. “just be my girlfriend. that’s all i ask.”

you nod. “always.”

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Adrien, Agreste No Longer: Chapter 4 - Hawkmoth

Barbie and Ken have some vital information for Ladybug and Chat Noir.

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“...And that’s what they told me,” Chat Noir finished. “That was just yesterday, so I bet we’ll have plenty of time to team up if that’s what we want to do.”

“That’s great news, but I’m not sure how much help they can be.” Ladybug cupped her chin and started pacing up and down the rooftop. There was something here, she just knew it. “Calling in more international attention wouldn’t help things, I think. Throwing money at the problem won’t work either. And this is one problem I don’t think fashion will solve.”

Chat Noir gasped, but an amused smile was tugging at his lips. “Don’t say that, buginette!”

“I know, I know, I can’t believe it either.” She sighed. “Oh well. I’m thrilled they offered but-” She blinked and looked at the clouds just past Chat Noir. “What is that…?”

Chat Noir turned and they both stared incredulously at a spotlight that had been trained on the clouds. The image on it was a cat’s paw and five dots in a circle. Clearly, someone was trying to get their attention - but who? When she looked back down, Chat Noir was watching her with an expectant stare. With a shrug, she pulled out her yoyo and prepared to throw it. Whoever was on the other end of that beacon had better have a good reason for doing this.

A few minutes were spent running across Paris, Ladybug’s mind thinking up theories and tearing them apart just as quickly. Was it some akuma? No, they would never do something so mundane. Hawkmoth himself? Wasn’t nearly dramatic enough, and the coward never left his lair anyway. The police? More likely, but why now? They had never tried to contact them outside of an akuma battle before. Just as she was running out of ideas, they tracked down the source of the spotlight.

To her immense surprise, it was none other than Barbie and Ken themselves. It seemed that they had traded out the suit and dress for combat gear. Stylish and brightly colored combat gear, but still.

Barbie wore a pink latex suit that reminded Ladybug of her own outfit, while Ken was in a similar blue one. Neither of them were armed, although Ken had a bulky backpack on him.

The smiles they spared for the heroes of Paris were faint and courteous, a far cry from the warmth of yesterday. There was a certain edge to the way they carried themselves, like they were itching for a fight. That, more than anything, made Ladybug curious as she and Chat Noir landed on the rooftop of the hotel.

“Something you needed to talk about?” Ladybug asked as she walked towards them. “Chat Noir just told me about your offer, if you were curious. My only question is - how can you help us?”

“We found out who Hawkmoth is,” Barbie said simply as she tied her hair back.

“Woah woah woah! How’d you figure that out?” Chat Noir asked, the disbelief seeping into his voice. “We’ve been trying for like a year!”

“Sorry, kid,” Ken replied. “If it makes you feel any better, we have a personal motivator.” He shared a look with Barbie. “And we’ve been after this guy for a while. That’s actually why we came to Paris - to take him down. Just turns out it was easier than we expected.”

“O-okay,” Ladybug said slowly. “So who is it?”

“Before we tell you, we need you to promise you’ll let us come along and help you.” Barbie crossed her arms in front of her chest. “We can’t turn back now. Not after we got so close.”

“We can’t put you in danger like that.” Ladybug held her hands out in front of her in a placating gesture. “Not that you aren’t amazing and everything! But, um… this is a fight between the miraculous.”

A warm and confident smile spread across Barbie’s face. “I wouldn’t worry about us. We can more than pull our weight.”

Ladybug exchanged a look with Chat Noir, who shrugged. “I… suppose. You have my promise. Now,” she put her hands on her hips. “Who do you think is Hawkmoth?”

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The journey to the Agreste mansion was made in an uneasy silence. Even her boisterous partner seemed to be sombered by what might very well be the final showdown with Hawkmoth. At the very least he looked pale and worried, but there was a quiet air of determination behind his eyes that Ladybug knew was mirrored in her own. With Barbie and Ken taking her lead, it was up to her to devise a plan of attack.

Ladybug had considered entering through one of the windows but from a couple akuma attacks on the mansion (clever diversions in hindsight), she understood that they weren’t as vulnerable as they looked like. Besides, then they’d have to carry their civilian partners in with them, making it even more difficult.

No, the best solution turned out to be the most obvious one - Ladybug approached the front gate. Immediately, a camera popped out of a hidden socket and trained on her. A questioning grunt came from the speaker nearby.

“We need to enter this estate right now,” Ladybug said, pouring as much authority into her voice as she could. “We have reason to believe that Gabriel Agreste is Hawkmoth.”

No tangible proof, but who would doubt the word of world-famous ambassador Barbie Roberts?

There was a pause lasting a few long moments. Was the Gorilla in on it too? Was he warning Gabriel? The gate rumbled open and ahead of them, the giant frame of the bodyguard held open the front door. His normally stoic face was creased with worry… and fear.

“You should probably leave, sir.” Chat Noir told him, concern in his voice. “You might get implicated in this.”

The Gorilla’s eyes flickered to a bedroom door at the top of the stairs. He shook his head. Chat’s eyes watered and although it looked like he wanted to say something, he could only nod.

As they walked toward Gabriel’s office, something clicked in Ladybug’s head. “Wait… Mr Agreste has an assistant.” She looked at Chat Noir, whose eyes had also widened. “You don’t think… she’s Mayura?”

“We’re about to find out,” Chat said with a growl, kicking open the office door. He seemed shocked to see it empty. “But he never leaves here! Where could he be?”

“Hm…” Ken squeezed past them to enter the room. “Sounds like a secret door. Let me have a look-see.” Tapping his chin, he mused out loud, “Private guy… keeps his hand close to his chest. He probably wants everything important to him within arm’s reach.” Ken stood behind Gabriel’s desk.

Barbie examined the painting of Emilie Agreste behind him. After a few seconds she gasped. “Ken, look! There are faded marks here, likely caused by the oil of skin rubbing off the paint.”

Ladybug nodded along, unsurprised. Barbie was the talk of the art world for more than just her fashion after all. Dozens of her paintings were proudly hung in sophisticated art museums.

“Of course!” Ken slammed his fist into his open palm. “They must be concealing buttons that activate some sort of hidden passage.” He began frantically looking around. “Ah ha! Look here,” he crouched down as everyone approached. “Its very hard to see but this section of floor looks like it can sink down - there must be a secret elevator!”

“Do you think you’ll be able to get it open?” Ladybug asked, impressed with their work.

“Yes, just give me a few moments.” Ken tapped his chin and reached out with both hands. As he pressed buttons he said, “Beep boop bop beep.”

The floor opened up and they exchanged meaningful looks. This was the point of no return.

“I’ll go last since I’m the only one that knows the right sequence.” Ken nodded at the heroes. “Head on down.”

Ladybug squeezed in with Chat Noir and the fact that he didn’t take the opportunity to waggle his eyebrows at her in the confined space only made her even more worried. The elevator brought them down further and further, making Ladybug wonder just how Gabriel had managed to keep it hidden all this time. Any doubts about him being Hawkmoth were disappearing by the moment - who else but a supervillain would have this sort of set up?

A gasp snapped her attention back to her partner. She followed his eyes to a glass sarcophagus in the middle of the room. Holding none other than Emilie Agreste.

“Oh no…” Ladybug put her hand over her mouth, feeling her heart go out for Adrien. He was going to be heartbroken.

They stepped out of the elevator, Chat Noir staring at Emilie in silence while they waited on their back up to arrive. A cold mask settled over his features.

“Hawkmoth is going to pay for this,” Chat growled, surprising her. “All of it.”

Ladybug settled a hand on his back, rubbing comforting circles. “Don’t worry, kitty. He won’t be getting away this time.”

“I think I hear an evil monologue coming from over here!” Barbie said, pointing towards a tunnel. With no better clues, Ladybug took the lead, only hesitantly taking her hand off Chat to grab her yoyo.

It took a couple minutes before she heard what Barbie had, but it was no question a sinister speech. The tunnel ended in a wide open room that almost looked like an empty observatory with one skylight letting in the moonlight. And standing in the middle of that natural spotlight was none other than Hawkmoth.

“Sir! Intruders!” A female voice came from the shadows and Ladybug spared a glance for its source. Just as she expected, Mayura had pulled out her fan and readied herself for a fight, her eyes wide and panicked. Clearly, of all the things they had expected, a fight in their lair was not among them.

Hawkmoth himself whirled around, his face a mask of dumbfounded horror that quickly shifted into naked contempt.

“Ladybug and Chat Noir!” He spat angrily. “Not only do you arrive in my home uninvited, but you bring even more unwelcome guests.”

“Your evil ends today, Hawkmoth.” A mirthless smirk found its way to Ladybug’s face as she spun her yoyo into a shield. “Or should I say, Gabriel Agreste?” He clenched his teeth in anger.

“We are freeing him from your horrible tyranny and sending you to jail where you belong,” Barbie growled. Both her and Ken rushed forward and the battle began in earnest.

Mayura tried to rush to Hawkmoth’s defense, but a powerful smack from Chat Noir’s baton forced her to focus on self defense. Hanging back to get in attacks of opportunity with her yoyo while Chat was locked in melee with Mayura, Ladybug was in a prime position to watch the fight unfold. A glance at the struggle against Hawkmoth proved that the Roberts more than had it covered.

“Racket! Scoundrel protocol, activate!” Four mechanical arms emerged from Ken’s backpack, all of them armed with tennis rackets. A barrage of tennis balls began pelting Ladybug’s archenemy - a scene that she had only hoped for in her wildest dreams.

Hawkmoth was doing his best and maybe against a less experienced opponent he might have made some progress. But Barbie was famous in certain circles for her mastery of the martial arts and every swing of his cane was not only deflected, but left him even more wide open. Just like Mayura before him, Hawkmoth was quickly put on the defensive and struggled just to stop the endless assault on him.

Barbie was merciless and almost as relentless as the tennis racket machines. Somewhere after the third leg sweep, fifth karate chop to the neck, and second punch to the nose, Ladybug pulled her attention away to Mayura.

Despite her clear skill, she was not active in the same way Chat Noir and Ladybug were active. Fighting akumas with random power sets almost every single day for the last year had made them both clever and experienced fighters. Without any back up or tricks to hide behind, Mayura was brought to her knees and tied with the unbreakable string of Ladybug’s yoyo.

It was deeply satisfying to reclaim the peacock miraculous off of her. As Mayura vanished, replaced by Nathalie, Ladybug breathed a sigh of relief. This marked an end to sentimonster attacks on Paris for good.

Even more satisfying was when Barbie saw Ladybug do so. “Ohhh! So that’s where his powers are coming from. I should’ve asked before the fight started.” She giggled and landed a third and final punch on Hawkmoth’s nose, knocking him to the ground. “Whoopsie!”

Cartwheeling past him, Barbie snagged a jewel set in a butterfly frame off Hawkmoth’s chest, his transformation falling apart immediately. He groaned in pain on the floor, battered and bruised all over. Ladybug quickly retied her string to bind Nathalie and Gabriel together.

“I hope you’re happy,” Gabriel growled. “Now my family is ruined, all because of you-”

“No.”

Ladybug looked to see Chat Noir standing very still, watching Gabriel with an unnerving intensity.

Gabriel glared. “‘No’...? What sort of petulant little-”

“You ruined your family all by yourself, Gabriel.” Chat Noir laughed, a cold and empty thing. “You never could let go, could you?”

He ran out and Ladybug instinctively followed. From the footsteps echoing behind her, she assumed the Roberts were as well, but that didn’t matter at the moment.

What mattered was when they returned to the chamber housing Emilie’s sarcaphagus and she heard Chat Noir say, “Claws in.”

Leaving Adrien Agreste crying at his mother’s feet.

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TO SEE YOU AGAIN (DEAN WINCHESTER STORY) PART. 14

(WARNING: THIS CHAPTER WILL MENTION THE TOPIC OF MISCARRIAGE)

Y/n POV:

I woke up with horrible pain in the head, I open my eyes thinking I was going to see light and myself on the room of the Motel but I look around and notice that I am on a warehouse and tied to a chair.

I hear someone grunt there and I look at my left to see Scott in the same situation as me or maybe a little worse than mine, "Scott are you okay?" I asked obviously having a clear answer for the situation we were in, "yeah, what about you Y/n?" he said as he tried to free himself from the ropes that hold him to the chair, "had worse before. Just making sure, those were the demons that we were looking for right?" I said and he nodded before I could say something else we heard footsteps getting closer, "oh look who woke up, Ken Doll and the Barbie Doll" the girl said as she and 4 other guys came to our view, "what do you want black eyes?" I said as I try to free myself again, "well look who is talking, the toy from the Winchesters, you should shut up bitch! You and your boy toy killed someone that you shouldn't have, so I'm just going to do the same" she said getting closer to Scott, "If you want revenge, let him go he has nothing to do with this" I said and she grabbed his face and turn to look at me, "but he really has to do in all this, you know why?... cause you still care for him even when you don't want to admit it. He has no idea am I right" she said and I just glared at her, but Scott kept looking at me, "Y/n?" he said but I couldn't look at him, "oh she never told you about that little blossom of yours, but too bad she couldn't keep it safe" she said moving to me as he kept looking at me, "you-you-you, we did we had a baby?" he said surprised and shock at the same time, "Scott right now is not the time for this" I said not daring to look at him, "well I think it is, you were never going to tell me we have a kid at all not even let me meet it or see it!" he raised his voice, "look Scott he was born, but I couldn't keep him safe okay! I lost him during a hunt after we broke up!" I said as the tears started to go down my face, " I'm going to make sure that I kill you slowly and painful black-eyed bitch! " I said and one of the guys walk behind me with a knife on my neck, "I don't think that's going to happen, because I am going to kill you first, well after him, but first I think me and my boys should have some fun, shall we?" she said with a wicked smile plastered on her face as the rest of the demons started to punch and kick Scott and me, as she sat down to watch everything.

Dean's POV:

As soon as they disappear me and Sam jumped into Baby while Rodney went into his car, and I drove like crazy to the warehouse that we knew those sons of bitches where. I try to remain calm but I felt that if we didn't get there on time I wasn't going to find her alive at all and that truly scared me. We soon arrived and I stayed on the car staring blankly at the wheel, "son, she's going to be alright" her dad said putting his hand on my shoulder and I looked at him standing on the door of the Impala, "I really hope so" I said and he gave me a sad smile and the three of us grabbed our blades to kill all those demons. Her dad and I were entering by the back while Sam was going to enter by the front.

We entered and soon we saw both of them beaten and tied to a chair, probably unconscious from what it looked like, I rushed to Y/n her beautiful face was full of cuts and blood that was getting dry and Scott looked the same, even when his cuts looked way deeper than hers. I instantly cut the ropes from their hands, "I take care of her" Rodney said as he started to untie her legs and torso, while I did the same to Scott, "Thanks man, I really appreciate what you have done for her and me" he said as he looked at me, "no problem Scott you are important to her, so you are to me" I said with a smile, "Rodney help Scott I will carry Y/n" I said and he nodded as he went to Scott to help him, "sweetheart can you open your eyes for me, please. Just open those beautiful eyes for me baby girl" I said and I saw her eyes slowly open, "Dean you came" she said as she hugged me, "I would not leave my best girl behind sweetheart" I said as I took her on my arms, she rested her head on my shoulder, "Sammy" I said as I saw him and he went to help Y/n's dad with Scott, "Let's go" I said as everybody nodded, "Leaving the party so fast Winchester!" that black-eyed bitch said making all of us turn, "yeah this party is crap!" I said as I reassure my arms around Y/n's body, "well is just getting started" she said and with the snap of her fingers, she threw everybody to the nearest wall.

She just laughs as everyone started to get up and pull their weapon, and Rodney gave a gun to Scott.

Scott's POV:

"you know that won't do anything right," one of the guys said and I looked at him and aim my gun shooting him right on the chest and a yellow light started to come from him, "well I guess it did," I said and soon each of us started to fight and specific demon but the girl disappear, Sam was fighting one that had him on the floor and Dean was helping Rodney that was bigger, I killed mine and saw that Y/n just killed the one that she was fighting with, but I saw a shadow from behind her and I run to her, it was that bitch, "Y/n look behind you!" I said as I run as fast as I could to get to her in time before she can hurt Y/n. Everyone is finishing the others as I got in time and start to fight that bitch. I push Y/n aside and me and that black-eyed started to fight, I was trying to get the knife into her, but she punched me and moved her hand towards Y/n pinning her to the wall and started to choke her. She was a really powerful demon, I have to admit that, "take one more step and that bitch dies!" she said as I saw that Sam, Dean, and Rodney were standing behind me ready to attack, suddenly 3 more demons appear and started to fight with the rest while I dropped my weapon and put my hands up and slowly approach her, "look I have no weapon, you can take me instead of her" I said taking small steps towards her, "but where's the fun in that?" she said as she tightened her grip on Y/n's neck and she looked back at me, but at the same time I punched her, she stops having Y/n on the wall, she falls and soon started to catch her breath.

Me and the girl started to fight, she was good.

Dean's POV:

I saw how that bitch had Y/n on the wall by just lifting her hand, but I couldn't do anything because if we move she was going to kill Y/n and I wanted everything but that at all.

I wanted to go running back to Y/n but first I had to finish these fuckers and then I could go and help her.

Sammy was on the floor and I went to him and shook him and he looked at me, "is Y/n alright?" is the first thing he says and I just padded his back both went to Rodney that cleaned his knife on the demons clothes, he had some cuts just like mine and Sammy.

Suddenly I heard Y/n scream and I look to see her kneeling on Scott and the bitch dead on the floor.

Y/n POV:

I saw how Scott and that bitch were fighting while I was catching my breath, she reach for a knife and try to hurt Scott while I crawled to where I last saw the gun that Scott had to get it, once I had it on my hands I notice that it was empty and I put it in the back of my jeans and look for a knife once I saw one I grabbed and run back to Scott to help him and I saw how that bitch stabbed him it make me broke and I scream, and I got angrier and walked behind her hold her neck to make her look at me while I stabbed her several times and cut her throat.

I fall to my knees as I try to hold Scott he was bleeding a lot, "Scotty please stay, please" I said as tears started to run down my face, "is okay Y/n" he said and I hold him tighter to my chest, "I'm sorry, so sorry Scott I didn't know about the baby until I ended on the hospital and they said that it came before time, they let me see him he was just like his daddy, he was beautiful Scott our baby was beautiful, they did everything to keep him alive, but there was nothing they could do. I wanted to tell you but I thought you wouldn't care and-and I couldn't let you hurt me again" I said as my lip tremble as I remember some parts of my past and all he did was smile and caress my cheek as I just sob and kissed his hand, "It- it wasn't your fault my Y/n, probably it wasn't meant to be, I have realized it" he said and I see that his eyes are closing slowly, "DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE TO CLOSE YOUR EYES ON ME SCOTT, I FUCKING SWEAR!" I scream and shook Scott, and I knew it was the right time and that I had to do it if not it was going to be too late. I cupped his face and kiss him, he kissed me back with emotion like I did putting everything I was feeling towards him at the moment, then I stopped and just hold him close to me as I cry, "Little Bubba we need to take him to the hospital" my dad said and I just stare blankly at my hands that have Scott's blood as my dad and Sam take him to the car.

"C' mon sweetheart we have to get out of here," Dean said as he helped me up, but I didn't say a word and tears just fall, my dad approached me and kissed my forehead before him and Sam drove out towards the hospital to save Scott.

"we will meet them at the hospital sweetheart let's go," Dean said but I just froze on my spot and didn't look at him. When he tried to reach for me I pushed him away as I started to cry harder but silently, he tries again and I just did the same push him away, "sweetheart don't do that" he said and I look up and saw tears in his eyes and my lip started to tremble more as he tries again getting the same result, "don't you do that" he said taking a step forward and I took one back, then he just pulls me into his arms and I fight to get away from him but he just makes it tighter and I started to break down on his arms and cry as my world is crashing down, "he will be okay, I swear we all are going to be okay" he said kissing my forehead and just holding me close to his chest that was all I needed at that time.

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Destroying The Planet To Save It    Chapter 15:  No Shit, Kermit

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Tony had been pretty peeved when he got to Banner’s lab the night before and realized that neither Banner nor Mulready were there. Damn it, he’d slept for almost seven hours on the plane!  He never slept for that long!  He was good to go for the next three days, and they’d already gone to fucking bed?

So he wasn’t exactly in a good mood when he wandered into the common kitchen shared by the residences.  And he was especially unhappy to see that he was the first one there. That meant he had to make the coffee. God knew, Tony had made his share of coffee, but he vastly preferred that it already be waiting for him when he wanted it.  

He was standing, cursing the fact that even a postmillennial coffee maker still fucking drips, when Sam and Anita came dancing into the kitchen.  Literally dancing.  Tony, seeing their glowing faces and hormone-soaked smiles, snarled.  Literally snarled.   He made a mental note to call Pepper in Washington - if his coffee cup ever finished filling – and demand that she come home immediately.  In the back of his mind, he acknowledged that Pepper usually just called his demands cute and did whatever she was going to do anyway, but he very pointedly did not pay attention to that thought.  

“Good morning, Tony!”  Sam practically sang as he and Anita reached the kitchen.  Anita began to take inventory of the available raw materials to make breakfast, while Sam gave Tony a hearty, manly slap on the shoulder.  

Tony, in turn, gave Sam the finger, and the dirtiest look he could conjure before caffeine.  Sam just laughed, as though Tony hadn’t meant that with every fiber of his being.

At long last, Tony’s cup was full and he slipped it out of the machine and substituted the carafe under the drip.  After decades of perfecting that maneuver, he didn’t lose a drop.  As he shuffled his bare feet over to the table and sat cuddling his cup in both hands, Sam and Anita began bustling – actually damn bustling – around the kitchen, happily beginning to make breakfast for everyone in between kisses and inappropriate touches.  True, Tony was sitting slumped over, blowing into his cup, but he could still see them.

“That’s unsanitary, you assholes,” he growled. Again, they seemed to think he was joking, and laughed merrily.  That did it. Tony let go of his coffee cup and pulled his phone from his pocket.  Pepper needed to get back before he did something even he couldn’t fix.

The next to arrive in the common area were Steve and Sharon.  Together, holding hands, and looking so sweet Tony accidentally typed “Now, dammit!” at the end of his text and hit “send” before he could stop the reflex.  Great. Now, on top of everything else, he’d have to find time today to buy Pepper some jewelry.  

Tony actually put his hands over his ears to block out the cheerful greetings among the two couples in the kitchen.  When they were mercifully over, he reached out and picked up his mug, taking far too big a drink of coffee that was still far too hot.  He didn’t care.  He actually welcomed the burning.  It was at least consistent with his mood.  

Steve poured coffee for himself and Sharon and got a gooey thank you for it, even though he didn’t even have to fucking make it himself, the unworthy shit.  Did anyone thank Tony for making the coffee?  Of course not, Tony seethed.  He steeled himself for what he knew was coming.  Sure enough, as Steve and Sharon approached the large table, Steve noticed him and wished him a hearty good morning, assaulting him with the smile that had sold a million war bonds.  Tony desperately wished he could just fry that earnest look off Steve’s face with a repulsor without even looking up.  Since he wasn’t wearing his gauntlets, though, he simply grunted.

“Barbie.  Ken.”

He slouched lower in his chair as Steve and Sharon took chairs, sitting as close together as possible, at the other end of the table from Tony.  They actually had the nerve to begin whispering and giggling.  Whispering and fucking giggling.  Tony continued to work on his coffee and wished he’d thought to bring an automatic weapon with him to breakfast.  Rogers was bad enough on a normal day.  Rogers in love was just not fucking doable before eight a.m.  

He drank the last swallow on the way to get his second cup of coffee.  He squinted his eyes in order to blur the entirely unnecessary sight of Sam standing behind Anita with his arms around her, humming into her ear while she chopped something and beamed.  

That was when Banner and Mulready finally made their appearance.  Although they’d had plenty of time to get a good night’s sleep, having already quit work by the ridiculously early hour of ten p.m. when Tony had arrived at his lab, they didn’t look very rested.  At least they weren’t cuddling and cooing like everyfuckingbody else this morning, so there was that.  

In fact, there was a decidedly weird vibe between them.  Because Banner kind of was cuddling and cooing, and Mulready was sort of letting him, except that she kept giving him disgusted looks and muttering things almost as mean as the things Tony was thinking.  But that was weird, too, because there was no venom whatsoever.  Although she really did seem mad.  What the… Tony gave up.  Whatever was going on with them, he didn’t give a shit.  He needed them to focus.  

“Where the hell have you been?”  Tony growled by way of greeting.

Bruce blinked.  “Uh… right here?”

“I got back early, and you had already gone to bed.”

Tony had no idea why that made Mulready roll her eyes and make a growling noise low down in her throat.  Weirder still, despite her apparent mood, she was nonetheless starting to brew some of that horrible tea that only Banner drank.  

“Well, I’m glad you’re back,” Banner said.  “We’ve got a lot to go over.”

“Yeah, no shit, Kermit.  We coulda made a big dent last night.  Those are hours we’re not gettin’ back.”

“Tell me about it,” Catherine muttered grouchily, which inexplicably caused Bruce to grin and – was that a blush?  What the hell was that about?  

Tony frowned, shook his head, and took his second cup of coffee back to his seat at the table where Cap and Sharon quickly and obviously moved away from one another.  Tony swore under his breath.

A few moments later, he wished he’d saved that curse, because Clint and Natasha ambled into the room.  They weren’t holding hands, didn’t have their arms around each other, and weren’t being disgustingly saccharine with one another.  They weren’t even talking to each other, and they both got their own coffee.  And yet, everything about them said that they’d spent the night together. Everything.  From Clint’s perma-grin and frequent self-satisfied sighs to the fact that Natasha actually said good morning to everyone, they might as well have been wearing T-shirts that said, “We just finished fucking and we’ll be doing it again as soon as possible.”

The only good news, other than the fact that Tony’s caffeine finally seemed to be kicking in, was that Barnes strolled in looking like he wanted to stab something.  Finally, someone in a reasonably bad mood.  He looked so miserable, Tony was almost glad to see him.  Best of all, he barely grunted in response to all the indecently sunny greetings aimed at him.

Tony barely had time to wonder where his new comrade was before she appeared, wiping her eyes sleepily.  Huh.  Agent Emerson was undeniably smoking hot, but dang, she looked rough.  Better yet, she and Barnes pasted on pained, bogus smiles and mumbled the phoniest chipper greetings he’d ever heard as they passed each other on the way to and from the coffee maker.  Tony actually smirked into his mug.  At last, the morning was starting to look up.

It took Sam and Anita a bit of time to get everything ready, during which time Tony could sort of watch people wake up.  Sam and Anita had obviously been up for a while, and Tony couldn’t really imagine a universe in which either Steve or Sharon would ever not be perky, but everyone else needed some time and legal stimulants, just like he did.  Meanwhile, since all of the members of the team currently in the Tower were now in the room, Steve gave the sickening schmaltz a merciful rest and shifted into Captain America mode.  A plan for the day began to form.  

The scientists’ plan was already set without any need for discussion.  They’d be in the lab all day.  Clint and Natasha said that they needed some time in the gym, a plan which Steve, Bucky and Sam all immediately endorsed.  Although the two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and Joss would have liked to join them, all three lived in D.C. and had come to New York with nothing so, for them, an emergency shopping trip was necessary.  

The group would meet back here for lunch.  Nobody really expected the scientists, especially Tony, to actually make the effort to tear themselves away from their work, but they were invited nonetheless.  Almost everybody else would be spending the afternoon in the conference room, trying to make sense of all the information they’d gathered.  

The exception was Bucky and Joss.  Steve looked down the table at where they were seated stiffly next to one another, being excruciatingly careful not to touch. 

“Joss, I’ve been thinking about what you said, about needing to be part of stopping whoever killed President Lattimore.  And before we decide what that part is, I’d like to know some more about what you can do.  So I have a favor to ask.”

Joss swallowed hard.  “I can guess what it is.”

“I won’t force you to do it.  But if you’re willing, I think you and Bucky should spend the afternoon testing things out.”

Bucky took that stoically, while the idea seemed to make Joss a little green around the gills.  She nodded her agreement, albeit unhappily.

Bruce cocked a curious eyebrow.  “What does that mean?  Testing what out?”

“She’s never worked with us or S.H.I.E.L.D., so we don’t know what all she can do.  She’s Secret Service, so we know she’s plenty capable; I just want to know what her strengths are.”

Tony watched Joss react to that, and knew immediately what he was seeing.  It was the same amazement everyone felt when they learned what a cool liar Captain America could be.  He didn’t have to wait long to learn what Steve was hiding.  Joss took a deep breath, straightened in her chair, and said, “I appreciate your discretion, Steve.  Very much.  But... I think your whole team should know what I am.”

“What does that mean?” Tony heard himself ask. “What are you?”

“Telekinetic,” Sharon answered loudly, clearly cutting Joss off before she could answer.  Tony suspected he knew what she was trying to prevent Joss from calling herself, and he appreciated her for it.

“Wait, what?”  Clint cried happily, leaning forward to look past Natasha and Bucky at her.  “You’re telekinetic?”  His genuine smile made Tony think of a kid who’s just learned what’s for dessert.

“I, um…”

“That is so freakin’ cool!  Have you met Wanda yet?”

Natasha’s lips twisted as she put a hand on Clint’s arm in an effort to curb his enthusiasm a little.  It was an affectionate, amused exchange they’d all seen a thousand times. Ugh.  Tony thought.  They’re so sleeping together.

“Anybody have a problem with that?”  Steve asked, sounding pre-emptively disappointed in anyone who did.

“I have a problem with that,” Tony groused. “Why does she get to be telekinetic and I have to build damn robots to bring me stuff and then put up with them when they do stupid shit?”

“How telekinetic are you?”  Sam asked with interest, completely ignoring Tony’s legitimate complaint.  “Like, what can you do?”

“I don’t know,” Joss muttered.

“That’s what we’re going to find out this afternoon,” Bucky added.  Tony was intrigued to see the protective position he’d taken, with one hand on the back of Joss’s chair, his expression a clear challenge to anyone who wanted to object to Joss’s presence on the team.  

No one did, of course.  Steve had been right.  The few in the room who weren’t wildly abnormal themselves spent most of their time around people who were, and appreciated their gifts.  There were a lot of people in the world who hated mutants, but none of them were members of the Avengers team, or worked for S.H.I.E.L.D.  And really, in this group, Joss’s abilities were pretty tame.

She smiled shyly and looked around the table, her eyes landing on Bucky last.  He was gazing warmly at her, a pleased grin on his handsome face.  They nodded slightly to one another, and Joss’s smile widened and reached her eyes.

Whatever was going on with them, Tony thought, it was obvious it wouldn’t be long before breakfast would become simply intolerable.

*****

Lunch was noisy and chaotic and full of laughter. It was also short, because most of the team was anxious to get to the afternoon’s work.  Neither Bucky nor Joss was among them, however.  They were both anxious as they headed for the stairs down to the floor where the training and workout facilities were.  

Bucky was eager and interested to see what Joss could do.  He’d actually have been running down the steps if it wasn’t for whatever had happened between them the night before.  He still didn’t understand it, but he was starting to have a suspicion.  And he hoped like hell he was wrong.  He wished he could just let it go, count dating Joss as something that just wasn’t meant to be.  But he hadn’t been able to get his mind off her since the minute they’d met, and everything she’d said or done since then had only increased his fascination with her. He hadn’t been this gone over a girl since Nancy Pomeroy.  In 1938.

Damn. That wasn’t exactly good news.  Bucky wasn’t crazy about the idea of a one-sided crush.  And after everything he’d been through with Hydra, he really didn’t like the idea of anything in his life over which he didn’t have a say.  Sure, if she’d liked him back, he’d have been perfectly happy to be helplessly smitten.  But she apparently thought he was a bum, and if he was right about the reason, then he’d rather never have met her at all.

The bottom line was, he needed to know what he’d done wrong, which meant he had to ask.  And that was definitely at the top of his “reasons I’d really rather be fighting a homicidal squid from another dimension right now” list.  

He held the door open for her and followed her into the huge, open space Steve had designed for training and sparring.  She stepped in and looked around, then turned to him with an inquiring look, waiting for him to tell her how he wanted to begin.  Instead, he stood where he was, a few steps inside the door, running his fingers through his hair and looking nervous.  

“Look, I know you don’t want to do this.  You don’t want to use your ability at all.  And if you decide you’re willing to try to develop it, if I’m gonna help you with that, you’re gonna need to trust me.  So I need to ask…  Are we OK?”

“Yes,” she answered immediately, sounding surprisingly certain, and actually a little relieved that he’d broken the ice, although they were still both looking intently at the padded floor in front of their own feet.  “We’re good, Bucky.  Except that I owe you an apology.  I’m sorry I ran out on you last night.”

“Was it because I kissed you?”  

“No.  I wanted to kiss you, it wasn’t that.”  

“Then…?”  

When she spoke, the certainty had left her voice as quickly as it had come.  Bucky didn’t like the suddenly despondent note that replaced it, as if her true mood had only been hidden under the thinnest of veneers.  “I just…”  She said softly.  “I sometimes forget that you are who you are.”

He nodded slowly.  “Are you afraid of me?”  He asked in a wooden voice.

“Am I…?  No! Of course I’m not-  Hell no!”  Joss was sputtering in her surprise that he could even think that, combined with her eagerness to squash an idea that was so clearly painful to him.

“You’d be justified.  I mean-“

“Bucky, I’m not afraid of you.  Yes, I know about the Winter Soldier.  I know what happened to you.  But I’ve been to the Smithsonian, OK, and having met you now, that’s the guy I see when I look at you.  Everything I know about you from the moment you broke free says that’s the guy you are.  The Winter Soldier is something Hydra created.  It was never you.”

Bucky just stared at the floor for a moment.

“I’m right about that, aren’t I,” Joss said. She wasn’t asking.

“Yeah.  That’s right.”  

When he didn’t say more, she said, in that quiet, sad tone, “There’s no part of me that thinks you’re dangerous to me physically.  But I... Look, I’m not gonna pretend I’m not attracted to you.  In other circumstances, I’d be head over heels right now.  But this,” she gloomily indicated their surroundings, “is all pretty far above my pay grade.  We’re different kinds of people.  I’m not… I’m…”  She threw up her hands, at a loss to describe her absolute commonness.

He looked up sharply.  “If you’re gonna call yourself inconsequential again, I’m gonna have to call bullshit.”

“I just don’t see how this works.  I only see me getting hurt.  Or worse.”  

Joss didn’t understand the expression that took over Bucky’s expressive face.  If she had to guess, it looked like anger.  She rushed to try to take her words back, stepping toward him and looking anxiously up into his eyes.

“No, I don’t mean that I think you’d intentionally...  It’s just that you’re famous, and extraordinary, you’re this big hero who saves the world on the regular, and-“

“Are you saying you don’t want to get involved with me because of the Avengers stuff?”

“Well… yeah,” she said, like it should be obvious.  “I mean, the danger part is bad enough, but I could handle that.  It’s all the rest of it.  You go to Starbucks and your picture’s in magazines.  Last week, you were on BuzzFeed’s “hottest hunks” list.  Right this minute, there’s a crowd of women in front of this building who -“

“Stop it.”  The severity in his voice silenced her immediately.  “I get it now.  Nevermind.”

He turned from her and stalked to the other side of the large, open room, where the wall was lined with storage for all manner of equipment.  For several minutes, he busied himself with taking out a few balls of different sizes and weights, from a wiffle baseball to a thirty-pound medicine ball, and tossing them toward the center of the floor.  He added some hand weights, from two pounds up to one that made even Bucky’s arm muscles ripple nicely under his T-shirt when he lifted it.  Then he opened the door to what Joss saw was a storage room filled with a variety of training dummies.  He thought for a moment, then selected one that was man-sized and shaped, made of some rubbery material that appeared to weigh about as much as a normal man, and mounted on a stand.

She stood behind him, toward the center of the room, chewing her lip in self-conscious discomfort. For ten minutes or more, as he selected and positioned the equipment he wanted, Bucky studiously ignored her, and she could see from his expression and the abruptness of his movements that his anger didn’t dissipate during that time.  In fact, he appeared to be nursing it, scowling and huffing from time to time as though whatever he was thinking was just making him madder.

Bucky angry was something to behold.  As upset as she was at having said whatever the hell it was that had him that pissed off, she was also entranced.  He was magnificent.  His beautiful eyes, even though narrowed, had a fire that was hard to look away from.  His ludicrously chiseled jaw looked almost sharp as he clenched it.  Once again, Joss felt her body reacting to him doing something simple, something he hadn’t even intended to be sexy.  She flashed back to her intense reaction to just hearing him say her name for the first time.  She was grateful she wasn’t sitting right next to him this time, because although it wouldn’t be obvious how wet she was, she couldn’t hide the way she was breathing. She pulled at her warm-up jacket, trying to be cool as she made sure he couldn’t see how hard her nipples were.  

“All right,” Bucky said stiffly, turning to her and motioning her forward.  He’d arranged the balls and weights in a rough line, from smallest and lightest to largest and heaviest.  The practice dummy was about ten feet away.  

“Wha-“  Joss cleared her throat as her voice broke.  “What do you want me to do?”

She saw him notice that, then give an almost invisible shake of his head.  “You said you didn’t know how much weight you could lift.  Let’s start there.  Just work your way through these, pick stuff up.  See how it feels.”

Not surprisingly, given what she’d shown him before, she could easily pick up the first few items. She lifted them, then moved them around in the air a little, and set them back down.  Once she worked her way to a ten-pound hand weight, she was in new territory.  She had told the truth when she said that she never used her ability.  She’d lifted a few household items when, at thirteen, she’d discovered she could.  But it had frightened her so badly she’d only ever done it a few times after that, just to see if she still could, hoping the ability would have gone away.  In fact, when she’d lifted a glass of water to show Bucky her ability, it was the first time she’d done that in several years.  

She lifted the ten-pound weight, moving it a few feet left and right, back and forth.  “Huh,” she said.

“What?”

“It’s just, that’s the heaviest thing I’ve ever picked up, and I can sort of… feel it.”

“What do you mean?”

“Umm…  It’s a lot like just picking things up with my hands. The light stuff, I don’t even really feel it as a weight, you know?  But this… I can feel myself lifting it.  Not anywhere in particular, I can just feel that I’m using energy.  Does that make sense?”

“Yeah, it does.  Let’s do something heavy.  Try the medicine ball.”

She set the weight back down and turned to the medicine ball.  As it rose from the floor, she said, “Oof.  Heavier than it looks.”

“OK,” Bucky said, a thoughtful look on his face as she moved the large leather-covered ball the same way she’d done the other objects.  “Do the biggest weight.  That’s fifty pounds.”

Joss set down the medicine ball, and he could see in some indefinable way that she was straining a little.  She took a breath and looked at the largest hand weight.  It rose more slowly from the floor than the medicine ball had, and hung just a bit crookedly, about three feet in the air.  She went to move it to the side, and suddenly it crashed to the floor, thumping dully on the rubber matting.  

She yipped a little, letting out a surprised laugh.  

“You OK?”  Bucky asked quickly.

“Yeah.  That was weird.”

“Weird how?”

“It was…  Let me see.”  She went over to the weight, a solid bar with fat, hexagonal weights permanently attached on each end, and bent to lift it.  Although she could lift it from the floor, and move it around, the effort it took was obvious.  

“Yeah,” she said, setting it back down and looking at Bucky.  “How much weight do you think I could lift, just picking it up from the ground? Maybe a hundred pounds?”

“I’ll be impressed if you can deadlift a hundred pounds.  But I see where you’re going.  You think you can lift the same weight telepathically that you can physically.”

“Exactly.”

“C’mon.  Let’s see.”  

Neither of them noticed that, as they became more interested in their experiments and curious about the results, they’d forgotten to be uncomfortable.

“How much can Wanda lift?” Joss asked as they crossed the room to where two sets of free weights were arranged with the benches side by side, about ten feet apart.  

“Wanda throws trucks,” Bucky grinned.

“Jeez.  No wonder you guys aren’t freaked out by me.”

Bucky made short work of clipping plates onto a bar, while Joss admired the way the muscles of his right arm flexed, and the plates of his left arm moved, as he did.  

“Let’s start with seventy, OK?  I guess you won’t pull a muscle lifting too much, but there might be a psychic equivalent.” He gave her a crooked grin, combined with a slight shrug, which she returned.

“Yeah, let’s not sprain my mind.”  

He stepped back and watched as she looked at the barbell with a perplexed expression.  “Not quite sure how to get hold of it.  I guess I just…”  

The barbell shuddered for a few seconds, then rose several inches.  Joss’s expression looked to Bucky like the exact expression she’d be wearing if she was physically lifting the weight.  Her breathing increased, too.  

“I can’t really… move it around too much…”  

“Put it down,” he said, reaching toward her as if he was spotting her physically lifting the weight. The barbell thudded heavily back to the floor, and Joss looked up at Bucky.

“I think we’re right. I think I can only lift as much weight as I could physically.  No throwing trucks for me, I guess.”

“We got Wanda for that, and Scott and the Hulk,” he assured her.  “Your advantage is you can be stealthy about it.  I’m also wondering whether you could build up your strength, like you could physically.”

“Makes sense.”

“All right, let’s go back over there.  I wanna try something.”  Bucky led the way across the room to the assortment of balls and weights, and picked up a five-pound hand weight.  Turning to Joss, he held it lightly in his right hand.  “Can you take this out of my hand?”

She did.  

“Huh.  OK.  Now I’m gonna fight you for it a little.  You try to get it away from me.  Let’s see if we can figure out about how hard you can pull.”

“You want me to straight-up pull, or do you want me to twist, or do whatever I can to get it away?”

Bucky smiled approvingly. “That’s where we’re going next. Right now, just pull.”

He thought the little wrinkles between her eyebrows were cute as she tried to pry the weight from his hand, and they both ended up grinning as they wrestled for the weight. She began to shuffle her feet slightly, and reach her forearms out, making grasping motions with her hands.

“What?”  He asked as they continued to work against each other.

“I want to grab the weight and put my foot on you, push against you.  Like I would if I was doing this physically.”

“Huh.  Yeah, I can see that.  I think we’re getting close to the break-even point, though, and I’m still holding pretty tight.”

At that moment, the weight pulled out of Bucky’s hand and Joss stumbled backward a few steps, exactly as she would have done had she had it in her hands.  It fell to the floor between them.

“OK, that’s good to know. That’s gonna give you away unless you’re prepared for it.”

Next, they practiced Joss pulling and twisting, using whatever motion she could to get the weight from Bucky’s hand.  It didn’t occur to either of them to think he might look odd, holding a handweight that appeared to be trying to escape his grasp.  They struggled for a while, Joss appearing to be working fairly hard, while Bucky didn’t appear to even be trying.  It was a little distracting for her, since it was both infuriating and hot as hell.  But it gave her an idea.

Suddenly, the weight flew from Bucky’s hand again, falling to the floor while Joss rocked a little on her feet but didn’t take a step backward this time.

“Hey!”  He cried, laughing.

“Ha!  Strength is no match for treachery!”

She’d surprised him by ceasing to pull the weight away from him and pushing it toward him instead, which slid it right between his fingertips and his palm because he was focusing his strength on an outward, rather than inward, force.  His smile lighted the whole room.  Joss found herself a little breathless, which had nothing to do with the tug-of-war they’d just been having.

“Nice move!  I gotta see what you can do with a weapon.  But first, let’s look at pushing and throwing.”

For the next two hours, Bucky had Joss tossing balls at the practice dummy, which was as amusing for him as it was frustrating for her.  Her aim was terrible.  She seemed to be most accurate with midweight objects, but even then, it wasn’t pretty. Out of the necessity to save her pride, she’d used her arm to throw several balls at the dummy, just to show Bucky she could hit it.  But for whatever reason, throwing things with her mind was going to take practice.  

At one point, Bucky got a thoughtful look on his face, and said, “You’re looking at whatever you’re moving.  Do you have to be able to see it?  Could you-“

Before he finished his sentence, a softball to Joss’s left and slightly behind her flew toward the dummy. It missed, but it proved the point. “I knew where that ball was, though. I think I have to know where something is to pick it up?  Something like that.”

“OK, let’s try.  Don’t turn around.  That medicine ball is behind you.  Do you remember where?”

“No, we haven’t used it in a while.”

“Good.  Pick it up.”

Nothing happened.  “I can’t find it,” Joss said.

“OK, still don’t look, but let’s see if this works.  It’s about six feet behind you, at your four.  Got it?”

She squinted for a moment, while nothing happened.  But after several seconds, the medicine ball lifted from the ground and sailed a few feet through the air before landing heavily.  Bucky  and Joss shared fascinated looks.  

“Cool,” he said.  “Let’s try something else.  Just stay there and don’t look.”  

Joss’s back was to the storage wall.  She heard Bucky’s light footfalls and then the sound of him opening a cabinet, then closing it.  His footsteps got a little louder and stopped before he called, “OK, I put something on the floor, ten feet behind you at your six.  Can you find it?”

Joss could never have explained what she was doing.  In large part, it involved imagining the room behind her and something on the floor.  But there was an entirely foreign component to it that she could only describe as “feeling” for whatever was on the floor.  She was surprised when she found it.  She brought it to her, hearing Bucky’s excited, “Yes!” when she did.  It turned out to be a rubber weapon, nonspecific, but something like an AR-15.  

Holding it in her hands, she turned around just in time to see Bucky approaching, a few steps from her and grinning with mischievous glee. Without thinking, she stepped toward him and, letting the weapon go with one hand, reached for him as he reached for her.  He lifted her off her feet for just a second, then set her down and let her go, backing off a step so they could see each other, laughing and smiling.  

It took a moment for Bucky to remember that, however Joss was looking at him right now, she didn’t have a very high opinion of him.  It hurt.  He was resigned to the fact that most people would always think of him as a murderous animal who should be, at the very least, in prison.  Although Pepper and her publicity staff tried to keep the hate mail from all the Avengers, he ran across the venom anyway, online.  He would almost have preferred that Joss think of him as a mindless, vicious monster than as some kind of Gary Cooper, trying to seduce every woman he met.  OK, yeah, maybe Bucky had been an operator back before the war, but even then he treated women right.  Mostly he’d just been out for a good time, and he made sure he never pretended anything he didn’t feel.  The way Joss acted, she thought he was making time with every girl who asked to take a selfie with him.

And what about that, anyway?  Did she think he liked that stuff?  Being fucking famous, like there was anything remotely good about it?  Did she think he agreed to be in those magazine pictures?  Why’d she think they were all of him getting coffee, or just walking down the street, minding his own business?  The only pictures he ever posed for were the ones he absolutely couldn’t get out of.  The ones Steve made an order.  And Steve kept that to an absolute minimum.  

In fact, a few of the people who spewed online hate at him were paparazzi who had reason to.  When one of them had the misfortune of getting caught stalking him, taking his picture, that photographer tended to meet the Winter Soldier.  Just because Bucky’s mind was clean now, didn’t mean he didn’t remember how to make grown men cry with his facial expression alone. A few whispered words about how easily Bucky could find them, and what would happen if they made him do it, tended to result in unpublished photos and the need for a change of underwear.  It didn’t happen much, but it happened, and the threat tended to stick.

It was true that he kind of liked the perks of the job.  Private air travel?  He was all over that shit.  But it wasn’t like the Avengers could find out about a threat and then take the time to book a commercial flight to East Bumfuck and wait for their weapons to roll by on one of those fucking carousels.  And yeah, it was nice to have a private place to work out, train, and spar, with all the equipment they requested supplied without question.  The security?  That was no luxury.  It was every bit as much of a prison as the one Hydra had kept him in.  He tolerated it because it was an absolute necessity to protect the Avengers from not only those who hated them, but those who thought they loved them.

None of that made him whatever she thought he was.  He was still Bucky Barnes, poor kid from Brooklyn who had been drafted into the Army and been through some heavy shit.  He was Sergeant James Barnes, too, who had the honor of serving with a man who was worth every one of the million sacrifices he’d made for him, every moment of danger he’d endured with and for him. And who also happened to be the best friend a guy could ever have.  He’d been the Winter Soldier, endured all of that agony and now lived every moment with the full weight of that enormous guilt.  If she thought he had the time or inclination for celebrity playboy bullshit, after everything he’d been through, she was seeing someone else when she looked at him.

Joss watched the light in Bucky’s face flicker and then fade, and a cold, impassive mask descend.  She recoiled as though he’d slapped her.  

Trying to cover her sudden self-conscious embarrassment, and ignore her confusion and hurt, Joss stammered, “I...  Um...  What next?”

Bucky pointed to the rubber weapon she held.  “Hold that on me,” he ordered coolly. ��“I wanna show you something.”

#Tony Stark #The Avengers #Captain America #The Winter Soldier #Bucky Barnes #Steve Rogers #Sharon Carter #Sam Wilson #Natasha Romanoff #Clint Barton

[house-of-cakes]

BTS Reaction to the Couples Costume their SO picks out for Halloween

Happy Halloween everyone! 

Sorry! I know Halloween is over 😅

Jin - Barbie and Ken

“Hey YN, have you thought of any costume ideas for Halloween yet?” Jin asked his girlfriend while he was scrolling through Instagram trying to find a costume.  

“Well…I thought of one, but I don’t think its any good.” you replied bashfully.

“What is it?” He said as he double tapped on the screen to like a picture.

“I was thinking we could go as Barbie and Ken.” Jin paused for a moment and gave his girlfriend a look she could not read “…or not! It was a stupid idea.”

“No, no, no! That’s a great costume. Why didn’t I think about that?” He reassured you.

“To be honest I just copied Beyonce and Jay-Z idea from last year.”  

“Well since I am Mr “World Wide Handsome” and you are Mrs “World Wide Gorgeous” I think its fitting we wear a costume that approved by Queen B and Jay-z”  he said with a with a sly smile before bursting out into his famous windshield wiper laugh.

Yoongi - Bugs Bunny and Lola Bunny 

You rush to the front door as soon as you heard Yoongi pull up in your drive way. It was literally 2 days before Halloween and your boyfriend had rejected every single costume idea you had proposed to him.

“I’ve finally got a costume that I think you will like.” You say excitedly as soon as Yoongi steps through the front door with his gym bag hanging from his shoulder and a basketball under his arm.

“Really Jagiya? You’re still going on about that?” he lets out a sigh, you know his not irritated with you, just tired from basketball.

You take the ball from under his arm and toss back and forth between your hands before trying to spin it on your index finger.

“No really, I think you will actually like this one.” The ball spins twice before slipping off it’s point and falls back into your hands. Yoongi takes the ball back off you and places on the tip of his finger and spins it with ease. “Show off.” You mutter and attempt to swipe if off him.

“So what’s is it then?” the ball still spins effortlessly as he dodges your attempts to reclaim the ball.

“We can go as Bugs Bunny and Lola Bunny from the movie Space Jam!” Yoongi stops the ball from spinning to think for a moment. He lets out another sigh before agreeing to the costume.

J Hope - 1920′s Gangsters 

After reading The Great Gatsby and watching the movie multiple times, you had developed a bit of an obsession for all the glitz and glamour of the 1920s. So much so that you wanted to surprise your boyfriend by throwing a 1920’s inspired Halloween party. You asked the boys to keep him out of the house until you had finished decorating and asked them not to give away the theme of the party.

The boys took J-Hope out for breakfast, took him out shopping and even took him to a movie but he soon caught on that they were keeping something from him and as hard as they tired they couldn’t keep him from coming home.

You jumped in surprise when you heard your front door swing open. J-Hope stormed through the house and found you hanging up the last of the fairy lights.  

“What is all this?” He asked taking his newly decorated house.

“I wanted to surprise you... I even got you a costume”

“Is this why everyone has been acting so weird?” you smile sheepishly and nod.

“Come on, lets change into our costumes.”

“How do I look?” He adjusted his bow tie in the mirror but couldn’t get it to sit straight. You didn’t answer him, you couldn’t… you were so astonished with how handsome he looked. Instead you fiddled with the collar of his dress shirt and somehow manage to get the bow tie to sit correctly. You take a moment to take in the completed look before leaning in and gently pressing your lips to his.

“If you wanted to see me in a fancy suit all you had to do was ask, Jagiya.” He said smugly causing the heat rise to your cheeks.

Namjoon - Mickey and Minnie Mouse 

“Y/N can you please just tell me what our costumes are?” Namjoon asked as you as you dragged him blindfolded to your room

“Nope, that will ruin the surprise!” you say and slap away his hand that was trying to peak from under the blindfold.

“Can you at least give me a hint?” he whines and pouts.

“Don’t think that pout is going to work on me, I’m literally 5 seconds from revealing it be patience.”

You safely guide him to his seat and take off the blindfold to reveal clothing items in red, black and yellow. It wasn’t until he spotted the matching mouse ears did he clue together that the costumes would be Mickey and Minnie Mouse.

“Ok I know the costume seems super basic but hear me out for a second.” You began to explain “I wanted it to relate to you somehow, so I asked your mum to send me some of your baby pictures.”

At first Namjoon was shocked at the amount of effort and thought that you put into the costume but that feeling was soon replaced with love and adoration.

“She sent me the one where your dressed up in Mickey Mouse ears and roller skates and I found it so cute I knew that’s the costume I wanted to do.”

He rested his face on his palm and let himself get lost in your enthusiastic explanation and thought process for different costume ideas.

“…You see I wanted to take something from your past and bring it into our future.”

What in the world did he do to deserve someone as considerate as you? Namjoon thought to himself.

“…so what do you think? Do you think its totally lame?”

“Not at all, It’s absolutely perfect.”

Jimin - Peter Pan and Wendy Darling 

“Hey Jimin, why is Peter Pan always flying? Because he NEVERLANDS” Jimin lets out laugh before covering his face in embarrassment “I love that joke because it never gets old!” You finish and laugh at your own joke.

“I think you’ve been spending too much time with Jin, his bad jokes are rubbing off on you.”  From the next room over you can hear Jin’s protest of indignation which causes you to laugh louder.

“What with the Peter Pan pun anyway?”

“Well since everyday with you is adventure and when I’m with you I feel like I don’t ever want to grow old…I was thinking that maybe we could be Peter Pan and Wendy Darling for Halloween?”

“How can I say no to that? Come one Jagiya I’ll take you to Neverland.”

Taehyung - Ash and Pikachu 

“Our costumes have arrived!” You bounce up and down in excitement holding a package out to him. Taehyung looks up from the manga his reading and smiles at your eagerness.

“What did you get for us?” He sets the manga down and takes the package from you.

“Guess!”

“Hmm, ok…” He paused “Will we be a king and queen?”

“Nope, guess again.”

“Superman and Wonder Woman?”

“Nope, those are all good ideas though. I wish I thought of them.”

“I’m sure I will love what ever you have picked out for us. Can I open the package now?” You nod and he tears open the wrapping of the box, he reaches in and pulls out the hat. It takes a moment before he realises what it is.

“Ash Ketchum?!” His eyes lit up. “What’s your costume?” He puts the hat on before he digs through the box to find what else is in the box.

“Pikachu!”

“Jagiya you’ve really out done yourself, this is so cool.” He wraps his arms around you engulfing you a warm hug. He rocks you back and forth in the embrace and kisses the top of your head. “Pikachu I choose you.”

JungKook - Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Mask

Your Halloween costume in the mail yesterday and weren’t sure if you had chosen the right clothing size so you needed to try it on before you revealed it to your boyfriend. Jungkook was back at Bighit headquarters practicing some new choreography for their upcoming music video so knew you had some time before he would return home.

 You take out the Sailor Moon dress and hold it against your body. The sizing looked slightly smaller however you noticed the dress was made out of a stretchy material. You pull at the dresses side stretching it out to its full width, you hold it against your frame again and nevertheless you are still unsure it will fit. Sighing in disappointment you figure you would have to put the dress on sooner or later.

Turning from side to side to inspect the costume from every angle. To your surprise the dress hugs the curves of your body and looks amazing.

“What’s with the dress?” Jungkook was leaning against the door.

“Uh…how long have you been standing there?” You were a bit embarrassed that you had been caught off guard.

“Long enough to know you’re going to look so cute as Sailor Moon.” He said with a smirk “Does that mean I get to be Tuxedo Mask?”

“Well yeah, that’s the costume I got for you…if you’re not into it I’m sure I can find something different before Halloween.”

“Of course I want to be your Tuxedo Mask!” He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your middle “I bet if we enter a costume competition we’d definitely win!”

#bts reactions #bts x reader #bts #bts fluff #OTP7 #bts imagines #bts fake texts #bts drabbles #kim seokjin #kim taehyung #kim namjoon #min yoongi #park jimin #jung hoeseok #jeon jungkook #rm #v #suga #j hope #fanfiction #bangtan #bangtan boys

[loveforpreserumsteve]

The Chilling Adventures of Steve Rogers: Part One (Magical Hydra Horror AU)

Twenty-Nine:

"Shit," Steve sighed as he dropped his book, causing all the loose papers to flutter and fly about around his feet. Closing his eyes, he took in a deep breath to gather himself, and promptly bent down to pick up his things.

As he grabbed the papers, Steve spotted a pair of bright pink ballet flats tapping along, heading his way. Only pausing in their movement once they reached him. Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, Steve looked up at Sharon as she tightened her high ponytail. Her rainbow leg warmers and shiny blue unitard being in Steve's periphery, but still teasing his lips to quirk up in a smirk.

Leaning against the row of lockers, Sharon crossed her ankles and asked, "How likely do you think it would be for me to get off for pleading insanity?"

"Well," Steve scoffed, shoving his papers randomly into the book and standing upright, "Considering you're premeditating, probably not very likely."

"Damn," Sharon deadpanned while occupying herself with her brightly colored, sparkly plastic bracelets.

Steve fixed his glasses and quirked a brow, "What's going on?"

"Just stupid --"

"Hey, Carter!" One of their classmates interrupted. As he continued down the hallway, past them, he continued his teasing, "Any way to get your knees to bend better than an actual Barbie doll's?"

"Who the hell are you tryin' to impress, Miller?" Sharon questioned, looking around to further her point that he was making himself out to be an absolute jackass.

Jeremy Miller blushed and ducked his head, clearly ashamed while Sharon rolled her eyes and tightened her ponytail again. Steve had to give her props; she did make a good Barbie. If Barbie had a murderous glare and a badass set of skills that put dickheads in their place.

Underneath Sharon's strong exterior though, Steve knew she needed some reassurance today. And since Steve wasn't sure what was going to happen after tonight, he decided to do his best in making his friends stronger in case it was their last night together.

Leaning against the locker door, Steve feigned wistfulness as he sighed and honestly complimented, "You're so cool."

Although Sharon was fighting it, the smile broke through her forced resting bitch face and caused her to giggle. Almost as though the air was lighter as Sharon shoved at Steve's shoulder. Losing his footing, Steve dramatically flailed his arms as though he was going to fall while earning genuine laughter from the other blonde.

However, someone caught him before he could follow through in making one of his best friends laugh. Turning his head, Steve found none other than his other best friend, the one and only, Sam Wilson. Righting Steve's balance, his biceps bulged against the teal cheetah print short sleeve button up shirt that he wore. Dressed as Toy Story 3's Ken, Steve quirked his brow at the above the knee pale blue shorts that stretched indecently around his thick thighs.

"Well," Steve allowed his wide eyes to roam over Sam's body before reaching up to rap his knuckles against the plastic brunet hair cap that Sam wore. Steve nodded approvingly, "So far, you're most definitely my favorite Ken Doll."

"Don't I know it," Sam theatrically flipped his head as though he was attempting to flick his unmovable hair. Since it was a comical sight to witness, Sharon nearly toppled over in her laughter.

Affectionately, Sam winked at Sharon causing her to exclaim, "The perfect Ken."

"To the perfect Barbie," Sam finished.

As the pair exaggerated their gazes at each other, Steve playfully rolled his eyes. Turning back around to face his locker, he went back to sorting his items and exchanging his textbooks. Sam and Sharon were in one of their compliment battles to see who could make the other blush. Sam with his, "You're so sweet, you're gonna give me a cavity," and Sharon with her, "I'm starting to think that the Greeks molded statues in honor of you; too bad they absolutely pale in comparison."

So far, Steve was the one losing as his naturally alabaster cheeks started turning a bright red. To which, Steve was positive was the entire point of the game. Of course, Steve didn't like playing along, so he made a pointed effort to appear unshaken by their little game.

"Wait," Bucky exclaimed from behind him. Startled, Steve nearly jumped out of his own skin as Bucky reached over his head to grab his textbook from the top shelf. Placing a steadying, soothing hand on Steve's waist, Bucky didn't tease him and instead continued with his previous thought, "You guys know that this is my favorite game! The way Steve blushes is so pretty."

Bucky teased, poking Steve's red cheek and softly chuckling when Steve scrunched his face in mock annoyance. When Steve turned around, he playfully glared at his boyfriend. Sweetly, Bucky started peppering chaste kisses around Steve's face until Steve erupted into a fit of giggles.

Grinning, Bucky bent his knees so he was face-to-face with his adorable beau and kissed him. It was a syrupy-sweet kiss that seeped into Steve's bones and caused his muscles to relax in the warmth of Bucky's love. Allowing it to simultaneously ground him while floating straight to cloud nine.

That was, however, until Bucky's hands wrapped tightly around Steve's neck. Strangling him and keeping the air from Steve's lungs. Panic started rising in Steve's small frame and he desperately needed to get his hands up to remove Bucky's too big, too strong of hands. The longer he went without air, the less he was able to move his body.

"Get a room," Sam commented, his voice floating away while Sharon agreed and Bucky's fingers tightened.

#chilling adventures of steve rogers #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #steve rogers x bucky barnes #marvel #fanfic #wattpad #ao3 #modern au #halloween au #spooky #hydra #hail hydra #cut off one head #magic #mortal boyfriend probs

[maxhoemo]

i really have no idea how you're gonna make this work, but how about maxian pornstar au?

Max felt hot underneath the big studio lights on set. The entire crew surrounding him as they set up the shot, he suddenly felt extremely nervous. He had never “performed”, so to speak, in front of people before. At least, not anybody he could see. He had been camming for a few years now and had grown quite a following. He had a high sex drive, as he assumed most young guys did, but was always too scared to hook up with anybody. But the idea of being a porn star always did seem kind of glamorous. Being on web-cam though, it was so much less nerve-wracking. The people were just numbers on the screen, or usernames in the chat. He could still get positive re-enforcement without having to fully commit to being intimate. It was fun. Not to mention a great source of income. He knew he was gaining quite a following, but he hadn’t been expecting an offer to appear in an adult film. $4000 for a two day shoot, he’d be crazy to turn it down. He’d been putting himself out there so much, he figured he’d be able to do it. But now he was thinking that maybe he didn’t think his decision all the way through.

The director was whispering something to a PA, pointing at Max. was he doing something wrong? He decided to check over his script again to distract himself. He was playing Max (guess they wanted to cash in on his internet following), a rich, slutty (of course) teenage twink with a crush on his pool’s lifeguard. How creative. He half expected to be playing a college student ordering a pizza….

“Okay, lighting’s good.” He heard a crew member say, causing him to look up.

“Thanks for standing in, Max,” the female director smiled. “Why don’t you get your wardrobe and we’ll meet back on set in 10.”

God, even the crew looked like porn stars… He didn’t look nearly as perfect as these people, he felt a little inadequate. When he peeled off his t-shirt in wardrobe, he gave it a sniff. Phew. He wasn’t sweating. At least not much… He tossed it on a chair, hearing someone entering. “H-hey! I’m in here…”

“Dude, you’re gonna be sucking my dick later,” the guy laughed. “You’re really concerned with me seeing you changing?”

Max had to laugh too. When he put it like that. “Guess you’re right. So, you’re Ian Hardik, huh?” He had seen the guy in porn before. In fact, when he was younger and first discovering his sexuality, he had a bit of a crush on the guy.

“That’s what they call me. You’re the camboy?”

Max nodded. “Yeah. I feel kind of out of place with you guys though.”

“Hey, don’t worry. I know a lot of us have the whole Barbie and Ken look going on, but you’ve got that boy-next door thing. People like that.”

“Are you sure?”

“They wanted you to be here,” Ian smiled.

“Yeah. Guess I’m just a little nervous,” he shrugged, looking around for what costume was labeled his.

“Don’t be. Tasha’s really cool. If you gotta take a break or whatever, just say so.”

That wasn’t exactly what he was nervous about, but it was too complicated to put into words. So, he just nodded. It would seem the only costume piece layed out for him was a pair of high-waisted, gold booty-shorts. “These look like they’re right out of the seventies….”

“Actually, I think those are left over from a disco thing we did.”

“Really? Come on, I thought this was supposed to be like, a billion dollar industry.”

“Most of that goes to the talent,” he explained. “So production is pretty cheap. Lucky for us though.”

“Haha, yeah.”

….

When filming began, Max was actually surprised. He was starting to find it pretty fun. Dressing up and reciting cheesy lines, it was actually a good time. But then it came time for the first sex scene. The blowjob scene. Max did as he was instructed, sinking to his knees on the pool deck and pulling down Ian’s red lifeguard trunks. His erect cock now inches from Max’s face. It was the first time he had seen another man’s dick in real life, and it was practically touching his nose. He knew what to do, more or less. He’d done it to dildos on his livestreams hundreds of times. The real thing couldn’t be much different. But he found himself overcome with stage fright. He sat there on his knees, like an idiot, just staring awkwardly at Ian’s penis.

“Max, something wrong?” Tasha asked.

“I umm… Could I just… Get some water or something?”

“Sure.”

A PA handed him a plastic water cup in just a few minutes, not really giving Max enough time to psyche himself up. He gulped it down, handing the cup back. He would just have to do his best…

As the cameras started rolling again, Max took a deep breath and counted to three in his head. He took Ian’s cock with one hand, and slid it into his mouth. Just like he did with the toys. As he started to work it, he thought he was doing pretty well, until…

“Owe! Fuck, stop, stop…”

Max took Ian’s dick from his mouth, looking up at him. “Sorry! Did I hurt you…?” He felt his face heat up, wondering if anyone could tell.

“Just… Try not to drag your teeth on my skin.”

“Oh, shit. I’m sorry! I didn’t realize…”

“It’s okay.” He could tell Ian was trying to be understanding, but he couldn’t help feeling humiliated. These were all professionals, and Max had probably just given the guy the worst blowjob of his life.

The crew decided to break for lunch and pick up filming after.

….

“I’m really sorry…” Max told his co-star at lunch.

“Max, really, don’t worry about it. Everyone fucks up their first time.”

“You could tell it was my first time?”

“I meant on camera… Wait, was that your first time blowing a guy?”

Max didn’t answer, choosing instead to take a large chomp from the end of his carrot.

“Here, want me to show you?” Ian asked. Max looked over, not quite sure what he was getting at. “Look,” he went on. “Just, kind of, fold your lips over your teeth like this.” He demonstrated.

Max laughed. “That looks fucking stupid…”

“I know,” Ian returned the laugh. “But it looks better with something in there. Look,” He took his corn dog from his plate and demonstrated the technique for Max. It was ridiculous. He was sitting next to a porn star, blowing a corn dog. Yet, the way he slid it in and out of his mouth, coating the wiener in saliva. It made something in Max stir. He pulled the food item from his mouth with a pop, and then took a bite. “You try.”

Max put his lips over his teeth like Ian had showed him. It felt uncomfortable, honestly. He took his carrot and practiced like he’d been shown, locking eyes with Ian. Looking for re-assurance. He seemed to approve. Max removed the carrot, giving Ian a side-smile.

….

Ian pulled down Max’s shorts, as he was bent over a lawn chair. Even though there were lights and cameras and people all around them, when Ian touched him it felt like they were the only two people in the world. No wonder Ian was so popular. Even just grabbing Max by the hips made Max crave more and more of him.

He could feel Ian’s tongue teasing his hole. He licked him, eating his ass like a professional (which he was). Max’s eyes glazed over, becoming half-lidded. He melted into the soft cushion of the lawn chair, letting out a soft “Mmmm…” His asshole twitched. Ian was a thousand times better than when Max fingered himself. He always assumed professional porn like this was more like going through the motions. But Ian really seemed to be putting his all into it, working to pleasure Max. Maybe he was doing it especially for him, to put him at ease…. He bit his lip, letting a moan slip out. Suddenly, Ian stopped. He felt his mouth leave his behind, leaving Max bent over with his ass in the air. Disappointment showing on his face. He wiggled his ass a little, hoping Ian would start again, but he soon figured out that part was over. He frowned.

Although, what happened next he was not prepared for. Nor expecting. Filming stopped. Max looked around. “We just do this so you don’t get hurt, okay?” the director told him. He looked behind him. A PA in a latex glove was squirting a generous amount of lube from a bottle onto her hand. She began to slather it on Max’s ass, sliding her finger in and out. It was cold and surgical. Uncomfortable, and frankly, Max found the whole process bizarre. (And maybe even a little embarrassing. But he was too proud to admit it.) He focused his gaze on a particular spot on the chair. Right where one of the polk-a-dots met a seem, splitting the pattern in half.

He wasn’t sure how he was going to go straight back into filming a sex scene, but these guys really liked to move things along. Still bent over he chair, he lifted his face, shaking some hair from his eyes. Ian didn’t waste any time entering him. He thought his first time with a real person might be painful, but fucking himself with a dildo on webcam every weekend seemed to have prepared him for the experience. He closed his eyes, wanting to once again forget about everybody else. So that it could feel like only he and Ian were in the room. With every thrust, he found it easier to do so. His asshole quivered and clenched around Ian’s massive dick. Being fucked by a real-life cock was so much more pleasurable than he could have imagined. Especially considering that cock belonged to a professional. Without thinking about it, he found his hips jerking back to meet Ian’s thrusts. He moaned, feeling his own dick beginning to leak. Ian was just so fucking good at his job. He once again had to wonder if Ian wasn’t putting extra effort in to making the experience as good as it was. Knowing it was Max’s first porno shoot and all. He hadn’t expected to get any genuine pleasure from such a rehearsed scenario. Much like the experience with the lube had been. “Oh fuck…” he heard himself say. No. The way Ian was fucking him, so good. It had to be intentional. Maybe he really was attracted to Max and wanted to make a good impression. Max was starting to think maybe he was attracted to Ian too.

By the time they were filming the blowjob scene again, Max was positive he liked Ian. And he was sure Ian must like him too. The way his hand rested in his hair was just too gentle to be pretend. As Max sucked Ian off, just like he’d been taught, he kept his big green eyes open. Looking adoringly up at the porn star. He didn’t even hear the director praise his choice, and how well it fit his character. Ian soon came down Max’s throat, and again on his face when he pulled away. Max was directed to lick up as much as he could, and he happily obliged. Gazing up at Ian as he did so. He licked his cum coated lips. Wiped what was on his face with his fingers and fed it to himself. Then he licked Ian’s dick clean. He had certainly never pulled a move like that before.

“You missed some…” Ian pointed to a small drop on the tile. Max, with a grin, bent down and licked up off the ground. It was slutty, and totally degrading. And he fucking loved it. He would happily be the cumslut to a gorgeous porn star who fucked him senseless every night.

And it wasn’t just that. Ian was funny, and he’d been so kind and understanding towards Max. He liked him. And he was sure Ian liked him too.

As Max showered and got dressed into his normal clothes, he thought about asking Ian out. Or maybe Ian would even ask him. He never had much want for a relationship before, but the idea of having Ian as a boyfriend seemed very appealing. If he was going to have one, he wanted it to be a guy like him.

He put his t-shirt back on and checked himself in the mirror. Walking down the hall of the house they had filmed in, he wondered if he should just ask.

“Hey, babe.” For a split second Max thought Ian might be talking to him. Of course he wasn’t though. Max could see that clearly when he was he was talking to someone on a phone. “I’m on my way home,” he went on, kissing whoever it was through the phone. Max felt his stomach drop, and his cheeks heat up. How could he be so stupid? Ian had a boyfriend… Or a girlfriend already. He fucked for a living, he probably was completely emotionally numb to it now. Or more likely, an expert at compartmentalizing. He had someone. He just saw Max as another co-worker. Not like stupid, naive Max. Unable to fuck without some stupid emotional connection forming.

On the cab ride back to his hotel, he stopped feeling sorry for himself. Instead, he began to feel a rage building in his chest. An intense jealousy at whoever Ian had been speaking to. Ian was probably perfect for Max and now he would never even get a chance with him! All because some stupid idiot met him first! He hoped they broke up. But as soon as he did, he felt bad. Ian was probably happy with this person, and Max didn’t even really know Ian. He shouldn’t feel this way, but he couldn’t help it. He was sure in another universe, he and Ian would make a great couple. He had been Max’s first crush (or at least, the first intense one he could remember) and now those feelings had returned. They’d just had sex about 30 minutes ago after all. No matter what logic told him about the situation, he couldn’t help feeling depressed that he’d never get to experience being with Ian. He felt empty and helpless over the situation. But guilty for feeling it.

When he got back to his hotel, he flipped open his laptop and sat in bed. It may seem strange, but his audience of adoring fans were always a pick-me up when he was feeling down. The stereotype was that only perverts and weirdos watched cammers, but he always found that everyone was so nice. He read a couple of comments on his profile. He had a perfect five star rating.

tokendrunk: ★★★★★ Max is the perfect combo of sexy and funny! Makes his shows really fun and intimate :)

zanyherpes: ★★★★★  great streamer. feels like hanging out with an s/o or fwb. Best camboy on here.

daddy_gamer: ★★★★★ a really hot and cute male streamer. quickly became a fave of mine ;)

Max smiled to himself. Reading his nice comments always helped his anxiety. He slipped off his shorts and underwear, leaving only his long shirt and socks. He decided he’d start a stream right now. Fuck it! He hit ‘stream now’, giving the camera a wave. Already, he saw the numbers start to rise. “Hey, guys,” he smiled. “I know it’s not scheduled, but I just felt like getting on camera for a little while. He glanced over at the chat. They obviously didn’t have a problem with that. He shifted the camera angle, so that more of his body was visible. He sat so his t-shirt covered him up (for now).

MannyPad: Why are you in a hotel??

Nirmala: where are you?

“Remember when I told you guys I got asked to be in a porno? I was filming that today…” he explained, a grin involuntarily growing. It was still pretty cool he’d been approached, there was no denying. He made small talk with the chat for a few minutes, as he normally did.

Tigletonmain tipped $25

“Thanks, Tigletonmain. That guys always giving good tips.”

Tigletonmain: Use the vibrator ;)

“Aww, guys. I didn’t bring any of my stuff. I wasn’t planning on streaming. I was just feeling kind of down to be honest….”

SexIpecac: noooo :(

Sin30_3Gross: what why??

TechCunt: max sad makes me sad

Max sighed. “Do you ever just…. Have you ever felt sad for something that wasn’t even real? Like, you know it’s stupid but you just can’t help but feel like it? You know, it’s really hard to have sex with someone and completely remove your emotions. People say fucking on camera is hard but no, that’s the easy part. Fucking without feeling anything at all, that’s what’s hard.” He remembered back in high school. All the stupid things kids used to say about sex. Particularly, that girls get permanently attached to who they lose their virginity to because of some kind of female chemical. It was obviously all bullshit, but Max felt like that was exactly what had happened to him. Ian was just a guy living his life, and Max had projected all kinds of stupid thoughts and feelings on to the guy. All because of some stupid scripted sex scene which happened to be Max’s big virginity loss. Filmed for the whole world to see. “I feel so stupid. I’m all depressed and shit over nothing. But I can’t help it.” He glanced at the chat. “Yeah, very true. Human emotions are complicated…” He slipped a finger inside his mouth, absentmindedly sucking on it. Even this really seemed to get his audience excited. He smiled at that fact. “You know what I did today? I gave my first real blowjob.”

Co0kieCute: Hot!

daddy_gamer: Can’t wait to see that!!!

“Yeah. I think you guys’ll like it. You guys wanna see something I learned today?” Of course the chat got excited. Max smirked, adjusting the camera again. He pulled the end of his shirt up, spreading his legs and lying down on his back. He began to masturbate. No fancy toys, just his hand. It reminded him of his early days camming. He made sure to thrust his hips, sensual and slow. Running his hand along his dick in a paced, teasing manner. Putting on a show like this was second nature to him now. It wasn’t too different from what he had done in the past. That is until the big finish. Instead of cumming cleanly into his hand like he did normally, he finished all over his own stomach and chest. Making sure it was in frame. He caught his breath for a moment, then shifted so his face was on screen. Using his hand, he smeared the substance across his lips and licked it off before cleaning off the rest of his fingers. One at a time. What was left on his body, he rubbed further into his skin and over his hardening nipples. “Do you guys like that?” he moaned. The amount of hearts in the chat and donations coming in, it was obvious they had.

…..

When Max went to pick up his check the next day, he was a little anxious over running into Ian again. He just hoped he didn’t let anything stupid slip. At first, it seemed like maybe he’d avoided him. But just as he was leaving with his payment, he spotted Ian coming through the door.

“Hey, Max,” he smiled. “I didn’t get a chance to talk toy you after the shoot yesterday.”

“Oh, yeah.”

“I hope it wasn’t too much. Your first time in porn and all.”

“Oh no, it was actually fine. You’re really good.” Oh fuck, why did he say that? Ian didn’t seem to mind the comment though.

“Thanks. You too, I can see why you’re so popular.”

Max laughed. “Yeah. I guess people see me as kind of a chill dude who also does sex stuff.”

“Oh, I can see that for sure. You ever wanna, like, grab a drink sometime? Or just hang out?”

“Yeah,” Max smiled. “I’d really like that.” He didn’t care what his stupid emotions said. He would love to have Ian as a friend.

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The new Emma Stone/Jonah Hill limited series MANIAC is coming to Netflix Canada in September 2018, as is season 2 of the Netflix original series AMERICAN VANDAL and the first season of the Josh Groban/Tony Danza comedy THE GOOD COP. In terms of recently aired TV seasons coming to Netflix, Canadians will have a chance to binge season 2 of THE GOOD PLACE and THIS IS US, as well as season 8 of THE WALKING DEAD. You can also catch the mega-hit MARVEL’S BLACK PANTHER.

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September 1

Bad Neighbors 2: When a sorority with a progressive agenda moves in next door, parents Mac and Kelly must keep them at bay before closing the deal on their house sale.

Death at a Funeral: When a Los Angeles family’s patriarch dies, his dutiful eldest son plans the funeral — which becomes a fiasco thanks to a colorful cast of attendees.

Family Guy: Season 16: In Seth MacFarlane’s no-holds-barred animated show, buffoonish Peter Griffin and his dysfunctional family experience wacky misadventures.

The Flash: Season 1-4: A forensics expert who wakes from a coma with amazing new powers squares off against forces threatening the city in this live-action superhero romp.

Hancock: Will Smith stars as Hancock, a down-and-out superhero who’s forced to employ a public relations expert to help repair his image.

The Hollars: A man returns to his small hometown after learning that his mother has fallen ill and is about to undergo surgery.

Kramer vs. Kramer: Ted is a career-driven yuppie whose wife leaves him and their 6-year-old son. As he adjusts to life as a full-time dad, she comes to reclaim the boy.

La Catedral del Mar – Netflix Original: In 14th-century Barcelona, a serf’s determined climb to wealth and freedom incurs the disdain of the noble class and the suspicion of the Inquisition.

Labyrinth: In Jim Henson’s fantasy, teen Sarah embarks on a life-altering quest to rescue her little brother from the clutches of a treacherous goblin.

Legend: Identical twins and notorious gangsters Reggie and Ronnie Kray elude the authorities in 1960s London while transfixing and terrifying the public.

Monkey Twins – Netflix Original: Inspired by Khon dance drama and Thai martial arts, a fighter scarred by the past joins forces with a determined cop to battle an organized crime ring.

Mr. Sunshine – Netflix Original: A young boy who ends up in the U.S. after the 1871 Shinmiyangyo incident returns to Korea at a historical turning point and falls for a noblewoman.

Sisters – Netflix Original: Her dad’s deathbed confession leads Julia to discover she has more than 100 brothers and two sisters: troubled TV star Roxy and uptight lawyer Edie.

September 2

Quantico: Season 3: When evidence in a deadly terrorist attack implicates FBI trainee Alex Parrish, she must discover which one of her classmates framed her.

September 4

Marvel Studios’ Black Panther: T’Challa, heir to the hidden but advanced kingdom of Wakanda, must step forward to lead his people into a new future and must confront a challenger from his country’s past.

September 5

A Million Ways to Die in the West: After backing out of a duel and losing his girlfriend, sheep farmer Albert slowly rebuilds his self-respect with the help of a married woman.

The Adjustment Bureau: A successful new congressman finds himself entranced by a beautiful ballerina, but mysterious forces are conspiring to prevent their love affair.

Bridesmaids: When an underemployed baker becomes her best friend’s maid-of-honor, she almost ruins the big day due to her competition with the other bridesmaids.

Drag Me to Hell: Christine is convinced that she’s been cursed after crossing paths with a Gypsy. Now, she has only days to keep her soul from being dragged to hell.

Fear: A 16-year-old “good girl” goes to a party with her best friend and meets a handsome, enigmatic guy from the wrong side of the tracks.

Land of the Lost: After uncovering a portal to an alternate universe populated by strange creatures, Dr. Rick Marshall must navigate a dangerous new world.

National Lampoon’s Animal House: Dean Wormer puts the titular frat on double-secret probation, and it’s up to Bluto, Flounder, Pinto and the rest of the brothers to get even.

Neighbors: After a rowdy fraternity moves next door to a couple with a newborn and changes the block into party central, an epic battle ensues.

Paul: Two sci-fi freaks on quest to discover what lies at the heart of Nevada’s infamous Area 51 cross paths with an alien on the run.

September 6

Once Upon a Time: Season 7: In this fantasy series, a young woman is drawn to a small Maine town and discovers that it’s filled with elements of the fairy tale world.

September 7

Atypical: Season 2 – Netflix Original: While Elsa and Doug face the aftermath of their marriage crisis and Casey tries to adjust to her new school, Sam prepares for life after graduation.

Cable Girls: Season 3 – Netflix Original: After a tragedy, Lidia fights passionately for her family, Carlota finds her voice, Ángeles goes undercover and Marga reveals a talent for accounting.

City of Joy – Netflix Original: Women who’ve been sexually brutalized in war-torn Congo begin to heal at City of Joy, a center that helps them regain a sense of self and empowerment.

First and Last – Netflix Original: Filmmakers go inside Georgia’s Gwinnett County Jail to capture two days that define an inmate’s experience: the first and last.

Marvel’s Iron Fist: Season 2 – Netflix Original: With the defeat of the Hand, Chinatown is left vulnerable to turf wars, and Danny must protect the streets of New York.

The Most Assassinated Woman in the World – Netflix Film: In 1930s Paris, an actress famous for her gory death scenes at the Grand Guignol Theater contends with a mysterious stalker and ghosts from her past.

Next Gen – Netflix Original: A friendship with a top-secret robot turns a lonely girl’s life into a thrilling adventure as they take on bullies, evil bots and a scheming madman. Watch the Trailer

Sierra Burgess Is A Loser – Netflix Film: Smart high school girl Sierra teams up with a more popular girl hoping to win over her crush. Starring Shannon Purser (Barb on “Stranger Things”).

Stretch Armstrong & the Flex Fighters: Season 2 – Netflix Original: Wrongly accused for the attack on Rook Tower, the Flex Fighters must protect their city as wanted men. Will Charter City ever trust them again?

September 9

Wynonna Earp: Season 2: The outcast descendant of lawman Wyatt Earp teams up with an immortal Doc Holliday to rid the world of demonic revenants from the Wild West.

September 11

Daniel Sloss: Live Shows – Netflix Original: The dark mind of Daniel Sloss is back, and he’s ready to find the funny in some very taboo topics, from the deeply personal to the highly irreverent.

The Resistance Banker – Netflix Film: Risking his family and future, a banker in occupied Amsterdam slows the Nazi war machine by creating an underground bank to fund the resistance.

September 12

Jane: The life and work of the renowned primatology scientist, Jane Goodall, especially on her research about chimpanzees.

On My Skin – Netflix Film: Arrested for a drug-related offense, Stefano Cucchi suffers at the hands of Italy’s Carabinieri police and a broken legal system. Based on true events.

September 14

American Vandal: Season 2 – Netflix Original: In the wake of the first documentary’s success, Peter and Sam seek a new case and settle on a stomach-churning mystery at a Washington high school.

The Angel – Netflix Film: While operating at the highest levels of Egypt’s government, Ashraf Marwan walks a dangerously thin line as a spy for Israel. Based on a true story.

Archer: Season 9: Suave, sophisticated spy Archer may have the coolest gadgets, but he still has issues when it comes to dealing with his boss, who is also his mother.

Barbie Dreamhouse Adventures: Season 1: Get to know Barbie and her BFFs — including next-door neighbor Ken — in this animated vlog of adventures filmed inside her family’s new dreamhouse.

Bleach – Netflix Film: When high schooler Ichigo is suddenly given reaper abilities, he really wants to give the powers back. But he’ll have to reap some souls first.

BoJack Horseman: Season 5 – Netflix Original: BoJack’s back on screen as the star of “Philbert,” a new detective series produced by Princess Carolyn. But his demons are out in full force.

Car Masters: Rust to Riches – Netflix Original: The colorful crew at Gotham Garage overhauls an eclectic collection of cars, trading their way up to a showstopper they can sell for big bucks.

The Dragon Prince – Netflix Original: Two human princes forge an unlikely bond with the elven assassin sent to kill them, embarking on an epic quest to bring peace to their warring lands.

Ingobernable: Season 2 – Netflix Original: Emilia takes on the leader of a drug trafficking empire in her fight to reunite her family and reduce corruption in her country.

The Land of Steady Habits – Netflix Film: After leaving his wife and his job to find happiness, Anders begins a clumsy, heartbreaking quest to reassemble the pieces of his fractured life.

LAST HOPE – Netflix Original: After causing the near extinction of mankind seven years ago, genius scientist Leon Lau must now fight the ecological disaster he unwittingly created.

Norm Macdonald has a Show – Netflix Original: Comedian Norm Macdonald hosts this talk show with celebrity guests, unexpected conversation and a behind-the-scenes view into Norm’s world.

Super Monsters Monster Party: Songs – Netflix Original: Sing along and move to this groovy collection of music videos featuring monster friends Katya, Lobo, Zoe, Drac, Cleo and Frankie!

September 17

The Witch: Believing that a witch has cursed their family, pilgrims homesteading on the edge of a primeval New England forest become increasingly paranoid.

September 18

D.L. Hughley: Contrarian – Netflix Original: Comedian D.L. Hughley riffs on politics, “Black Panther,” his upbringing and more in a rapid-fire stand-up show at Philadelphia’s Merriam Theater.

September 20

The Good Place: Season 2: Due to an error, self-absorbed Eleanor Shellstrop arrives at the Good Place after her death. Determined to stay, she tries to become a better person.

September 21

Battlefish – Netflix Original: Over the course of the fishing season, a group of fishing boats pursues the lucrative albacore tuna in the competitive waters off the Oregon coast.

DRAGON PILOT: Hisone & Masotan – Netflix Original: Recently stationed Air Self-Defense Force rookie Hisone Amakasu is chosen by a dragon concealed within Gifu Air Base to be his pilot.

The Good Cop – Netflix Original: Honest cop Tony Jr. gets advice from his unscrupulous father, retired NYPD officer Tony Sr., about everything from his job to his love life.

Gotham: Season 4: Long before he was commissioner, rookie cop James Gordon takes on Gotham City crime and corruption to avenge the murder of Bruce Wayne’s parents.

Hilda – Netflix Original: Join Hilda as she travels from a wilderness full of elves and giants to Trolberg, a bustling city packed with new friends and mysterious creatures.

Maniac: Limited Series – Netflix Original: Two strangers find themselves caught up in a mind-bending pharmaceutical trial gone awry. Starring Emma Stone and Jonah Hill.

Nappily Ever After – Netflix Film: Violet has it all: the perfect job, the perfect relationship and the perfect hair. Until she doesn’t. What happens when being perfect isn’t enough?

Quincy – Netflix Original: The life and career of legendary music producer Quincy Jones are traced in this biographical documentary directed by his daughter, Rashida Jones.

September 23

The Walking Dead: Season 8: In the wake of a zombie apocalypse, survivors hold on to the hope of humanity by branding together to wage a fight for their own survival.

September 25

Disney’s A Wrinkle in Time: After the disappearance of her scientist father, three peculiar beings send Meg, her brother, and her friend to space in order to find him.

Marvel Studios’ Iron Man 2: When an unscrupulous arms maker teams with a rogue Russian physicist, it’s up to Iron Man and his friend Lt. Col. James Rhodes to take them down.

September 26

Lethal Weapon: Season 2: After losing his wife and unborn child, ex-Navy SEAL Riggs joins the LAPD, where his recklessness creates tensions with seasoned partner Murtaugh.

Norsemen: Season 2 – Netflix Original: The sea road to the west has been found, but Norheim’s villagers must still cope with power struggles and the ever-present threat of Jarl Varg.

This Is Us: Season 2: A couple expecting triplets find themselves with a brood they weren’t anticipating, thanks to a twist of fate that shapes their future as a family.

September 27

Grey’s Anatomy: Season 14: Intern (and eventual resident) Meredith Grey finds herself caught up in personal and professional passions with fellow doctors at a Seattle hospital.

September 28

Chef’s Table: Volume 5 – Netflix Original: This season, meet four innovative chefs who are shaking up the food culture in Philadelphia, Istanbul, Bangkok and Barcelona.

Forest of Piano – Netflix Original: Kai grows up playing an old piano discarded in the woods; Shuhei’s father is a famous pianist. Their chance meeting transforms their lives and music.

Hold the Dark – Netflix Film: Summoned to a remote Alaskan village to search for wolves that took a local boy, a naturalist soon finds himself caught in a harrowing mystery.

Jack Whitehall: Travels with My Father: Season 2 – Netflix Original: This season, Jack and his not-so-adventurous dad, Michael, tackle Europe, including the Bavarian Alps, Istanbul, Budapest, Romania, Moldova and Ukraine.

Lessons From A School Shooting: Notes from Dunblane – Netflix Original: Devastated by the school shooting in his town, a priest from Sandy Hook, Connecticut, bonds with a Scottish priest who experienced a similar tragedy.

Lost Song – Netflix Original: War looms over the kingdom of Neunatia, where two young women are both burdened and blessed by the power of song.

Made in Mexico – Netflix Original: Get to know the opulent lifestyles and infamous dynasties of Mexico City’s socialites and the expats vying for a spot in their exclusive social order.

Skylanders Academy: Season 3 – Netflix Original: Season 3 finds Spyro and the Skylanders forging unexpected alliances, taking on new adventures and even straddling the line between good and evil.

The 3rd Eye – Netflix Film: After the death of their parents, two sisters move back to their childhood home, where one sibling claims to be able to see a dark presence.

Two Catalonias – Netflix Film: The dark mind of Daniel Sloss is back, and he’s ready to find the funny in some very taboo topics, from the deeply personal to the highly irreverent.

September 29

The Exorcist: Season 2: Two priests put their lives on the line as they fight to free a possessed girl from a vicious demon that threatens to destroy her family.

September 30

Annihilation: A biologist signs up for a dangerous, secret expedition into a mysterious zone where the laws of nature don’t apply.

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