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musashi · 3 years

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Excuse me if some have been asked before and/or are repetitive and feel free to not answer some but anyhow..

What's your favorite kin memory with your loftwing?

Do you selfship with your kintype, an oc/si or with simply your irl self (like kin separated in that regard)?

In regards to the previous one kinda how do view some relationships with your kintypes like if you feel uncomfortable with one character do you avoid the ship with those and vice-versa?

Do you have memories with delia?

What are some of the memories of your kintypes that are the /most/ different from the show/game?

What are some of the posts/vines/etc that you like to quote the most? Or are the most burned in your mind?

How was the whole wing ceremony? And also how were the classes? How were the other students? What things did you do the most with zelda and/or groose?

How is cheeseburger? He radiates happiness and comfort please give him a head kiss from me if he likes those

thank you!!!

What's your favorite kin memory with your loftwing?

haha i never know how to answer “favourite memory” questions cause i don’t think i can ever pick favourites when it comes to anything i’ve experienced.

mmm... meeting him was definitely up there, but i feel like my fave memories with him are just finding some nowhere island and taking a nap in the sun.

Do you selfship with your kintype, an oc/si or with simply your irl self (like kin separated in that regard)?

i can’t really get into self-shipping longterm or in depth because the kin aspect really does just overtake it for me fghdghf. if i try to picture myself, i always just picture my kintype, usually because my kintype/my f/o is usually my OTP in any given series. i only fall for people i already loved ^^;

In regards to the previous one kinda how do view some relationships with your kintypes like if you feel uncomfortable with one character do you avoid the ship with those and vice-versa?

not really, unless they’re skeevy ships to begin with. part of being kin for me is believing in the multiverse so i’m just like yeah, a universe exists for me to date everyone xD

Do you have memories with delia?

tons :’3 i lived in her restaurant! she was my super cool boss who i absolutely did not have a crush on.

i was very much married to james, but there was an understanding that i would be a little in love with delia for the rest of my life. she was one of my best friends.

What are some of the memories of your kintypes that are the /most/ different from the show/game?

i’m always pretty canon compliant ngl fdgfdghfd

What are some of the posts/vines/etc that you like to quote the most? Or are the most burned in your mind?

it changes on any given week but i do have an all time fav tag for shit i cant stop saying dghgdj

How was the whole wing ceremony? And also how were the classes? How were the other students? What things did you do the most with zelda and/or groose?

oh this might be long i love talking about skyloft rip. am saving your first question for last.

how were the classes. well. i was asleep. i don’t remember a lot. they were basic stuff you’d expect, language and math and sciences and all the Typical Shit. but then also flying and swordsmanship, which i was Good At. i took an archery class one year but zelda was always better than me lol. skyloftian sign language was required because it was the best way to communicate on birdback but i was mostly mute so my mom taught me it when i was like, 7 and i showed up there and owlan was like “Link what are you doing here” and i just shrugged and signed “easy a” and fell asleep. i am... a good student.

my relationship with my classmates was that i was just... kind of there? i was well-liked because i have always had this weird charisma, but it was like this. quiet charisma. i didn’t have a lot of close friends, but everyone definitely would respond to my name with some variation of ‘ohhh, LINK! that guy’s cool haha’ my reputation was mostly being zelda’s arm decoration but not her actual boyfriend. i don’t think anyone could actually tell you anything about me besides that i was link with the red bird, and i was quiet and tired and zelda liked me way too much.

my junior year is when i really became close with all of them, when zelda and i started doing that thing where we tried dating a bunch of people just to date but it didn’t work out because we were in love with each other lol. her mingling with the others meant i mingled too because i couldn’t spend 5 mins away from her. fledge and pipit and i got pretty close, zelda and karane were basically sisters. the thing i always joke abt is the fact that i dated kina, which is hysterical to me to this day. peatrice was always There but acting like she didn’t want to be there. i need you to picture peatrice while we’re all swimming but she’s just, like, on the shore tanning while the remlits bother her.

that was this summer of just, like, doing idiot teenage boy stuff. getting way too drunk in our rooms at night over break. sneaking onto the roof of the academy to stargaze. getting caught cause cawlin drunkenly tried to fight a chuchu w his fists. you know. normal kid stuff. i also think the others were maybe trying to include me more cause it was the year i lost my parents but i mean it worked, i was a lot happier with people around even if i didnt mind all those years it was just me and zelda.

most of mine and zelda’s friendship was just doing what we’d do alone but together. when we were younger we would explore the more adventurous areas of skyloft and play pretend, a lot of days we’d stay in and read shoulder-to-shoulder. i didn’t like talking but i loved reading, if that makes any sense. we’d take turns reading to each other. as the years progressed we’d go flying together, we’d study together, we’d fall asleep in each other’s rooms and sneak into them when we were frustrated or lonely or just needed to not be alone. i don’t really know, what DIDN’T we do together?? we shared everything ;_; <3

my earliest memories of groose where i wasn’t like “what is this guys deal. why is he so mad.” were. ok so. groose and i should have been friends sooner because he’s super into woodworking and i whittle stupid little sculptures right. ok. except, we live in the sky, and i don’t know if you noticed this, but trees....... well. there are not a lot in the sky. wood is a very scarce resource, and we need it, for like. houses and things. so jakamar gets all of the wood in skyloft because it’s his birthright or whatever, except groose and i find out about this, and we show up at his house twice a week begging for woodscraps, and he slips us some Illegal Fir(tm) beneath the table and as soon as we leave the premises groose tries to kick my ass and take my share. and this happens forever.

i think groose saw me as like, this sworn enemy of his but i was mostly very confused just kind of sitting there like huh. where am i. wait whats he talking about? and then i’d walk away. when i was a kid he was scarier but once we got older he kinda stopped throwing punches, all bark no bite.

and then we went to the surface and he moved into my house. not even in a polyam way and like at one point he had a wife and was still living with us. i forgot to mention he built the house also. he built our house and would just like, wake us up every morning with the best fucking eggs i’ve ever eaten in my life. groose was just in mine and zelda’s marriage. everyone was fine with this.

i dont actually remember a lot of what we did after getting to the surface. just that his cooking was amazing and he gave the best hugs and he could pick zelda and i both up and ferry us around on his arms like we were little songbirds. oh and he was always the one who picked me up and carried me to bed when i’d fall asleep at fi’s dais talking to her. i fell asleep there a lot.

ok. breathes in.

my wing ceremony is probably my fondest memory ever? probably. the race itself felt like aepon was literally just DRAGGING me thru the clouds its such a blur. groose kept trying to body me but he’s lowkey scared shitless of my bird it did not work. i just remember being like. no time to think time to go time to go time to go OH i won

the ceremony itself felt... like... dreamy? like something from a fairytale, i don’t know. i don’t know how much of it is coloured by the retrospective of what it called to action and foreshadowed. zelda and i had been growing so much closer in the weeks leading up to it, and i don’t know, like, when i fell for her if it was sometime then or the day i met her when i was 6. but at some point everything just kinda got tilted on its side around her and every second i spent with her made me feel like my head was stuffed full of cotton candy. in a fun way.

on skyloft, wing ceremonies have a pretty romantic connotation. not always, but a lot of the girls dream about performing it with the “strongest” knight in their class, and a lot of the knights feel the same. there’s a lot in the history books about hylia’s feelings for her chosen, a lot of speculation about how she stayed close to humanity because she learned to love from him. so to stand in place of the two of them, to a lot of people, carries the same note as standing in the place of two starcrossed lovers, breaching the gap.

zelda was a hopeless romantic, and she told me later she had this whole plan--to wake me up early, to run drills with me until i was a puddle, to perform the ceremony with me, and to use her 5 minutes alone with me to solidify us as something more than best friends. she had this whole fucking move planned where she was going to drape the sailcloth around my shoulders and pull me in for a kiss, and instead she got wicked nervous and screamed half her sentences and pushed me off the statue. this, predictably, only made me more in love with her. i had exactly 0 plans to ever tell her how i felt, because something something childhood friends to lovers, something something mutual pining, something something what if it ruins a good thing something something, valiant hero of courage who.

when we were flying after it, she said she’d remember that day for the rest of her life, and i remember thinking, yeah, that’s what i’m feeling. i’m living, right now, through a precious memory, something i’ll never forget. and everything that happened after that was, uh, the worst time of my life, but somehow it doesn’t. colour the memory a different shade. i still just think, like, this is this last beautiful moment i am having with this girl i love more than anything in the world before we stop just being kids living our normal lives. she is the goddess reborn and i am her chosen hero who’s heart has defied death itself, but right now we are teenagers who don’t know that and are playing pretend as them, as we always have. the joy of that--of pretending to be who we are, the bliss in that ignorance, our beautiful last hurrah. something about it sticks with me.

How is cheeseburger? He radiates happiness and comfort please give him a head kiss from me if he likes those

DOESN’T HE??? i will. i came home and he was loafing and i started crying because he looked so sleepy.

#kin ramblings #Anonymous #wendy answers

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jj-lynn21 · 4 years

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Plastic and Glass: Rocker Axel ch 1

ch 2 ch 3 ch 4 ch 5 ch 6 ch 7

Original story introducing Axel & Stephanie can be found HERE

Warnings: smut, angst, fluff

Painting of Axel by @hiddlelecki

Stephanie lays against Axel’s back. Arms wrapped around his waist. It is a hot July fourth day. Her white skirt riding up two inches above mid-thigh to almost show her lacy white thong. Her red, white, and blue tank top is almost sticking to her. Axel got to her place to pick her up at almost noon. It is a little over an hour from his place, but he assured her it was no trouble.

Axel missed Stephanie since the semester ended. He didn’t care what he had to do to have her back in his arms again. How far he had to drive was no obstacle. He just wanted to sweep her away anywhere private to hear her laugh, her cries and to feel her pussy tightening around his cock again. She sounded so tense over the phone when she called him.

“Hi, Axel I miss you. I can barely sleep lately.”

“I miss you to, Stephanie. You need some help? I have no probably talking you though a orgasm again. I love the way you sound when those tiny fingers make their way down to rub against your clit, I’m so excited thinking about how I could…”

Stephanie whines, “stop Axel. Please. I just can’t right now. And you talking like that doesn’t help.”

“I have a three-day weekend for the fourth of July. And Zeigeist has a show Saturday with Dark Breed. Can I come pick you up? Take you away from your frustrations for awhile? I really need to be with you and I think you feel the same.”

Stephanie did feel the same. She lived in a basement apartment with her Mother upstairs. Her Mother had already appeared downstairs anytime she slid on her Zeigeist sweatshirt and put their CD on to listen to, to make herself feel better. After the third time her Mother interrupted, Stephanie just quit trying. As Stephanie talked to Axel on the phone her Mother had decided to come downstairs to do laundry which was right outside her door. Sure, it was fiscally more responsible to live so close to her Mother who insisted on paying most of the bills, but physically and mentally she thought sometimes it would kill her.

“Yeah, Axel.” Her voice sounded cheerier. “But my family usually have lunch together and latter go see fireworks at the lake. Would you be ok meeting them? My brother is about your height. His wife will be there and my Mother.”

“That would be just fine.” Axel grins on the other end, “You and me on a blanket. My arms wrapped around you to keep you warm if it gets chilly. Maybe I’ll kiss your cheek, maybe down your neck…”

“I’ll see you at noon then?” She cuts him off a little agitated.

“Yeah, and I’ll be on my best behavior,” Axel promised. “I love you.”

“Love you,” Stephanie whispered.

When Stephanie hung up there was a knock at her door. Even though she knew damn well who it was she asked, “Who is it?”

“It’s your Mother.”

Stephanie got up off the couch to open the door, “What’s up?”

“Nothing, just doing laundry.” Her Mother said. “Do you want me to do yours?”

Stephanie really had to concentrate not to roll her eyes, “I’ll do it when I have a full load.” She didn’t want her Mother to ask her why she needed lacy panties and bras in shades of reds, pinks, black and white.

“Oh, ok.” Her Mother stood there a few more seconds. “Who were you talking to on the phone?”

She thought, I’m fucking 25 years old. Its not really your business. Stephanie said, “My boyfriend Axel. He has some time off, so I invited him to lunch Friday and fireworks.”

“Oh,” She paused. “Just talk to your brother. I don’t know how difficult it would be for him to add a fifth person to our reservation.”

Again, Stephanie struggles not to roll her eyes, “I’ll call him.”

Instead of calling her brother she decided to just walk to his house about a mile away. It was already seventy degrees Fahrenheit so perfect walking weather. Maybe it would calm her frustrations. She had to walk through her mother’s apartment upstairs since her private entry door was busted up and tied shut until the landlady could fix it.

“Where are you going?” Her Mother said looking up from her book.

“Just a walk,” She didn’t dare tell her Mother she was going to her brother’s to talk about getting some privacy. Offending her was never a good idea.

Her brother answered the door when she knocked.

“What’s up sis?” He let her inside and sat back by his wife on the couch. The TV was playing sports center which he turned down to chat with his sister.

Stephanie plops down in the oversized chair. “Axel has a long weekend, so he is going to join us Friday if that’s alright.”

“Yeah, I’d love to meet your boyfriend.” Her brother said. “My friends that go to your University told me you two are practically living together. I’m sure Mom wouldn’t approve but if he makes you happy, I’ll kill him later.” He chuckled.

“We are not living together,” she informed him blushing a little. “But we could use some privacy when he gets here about noon.”

“Please, no details.” He put his hand up to stop her from talking.

Stephanie’s sister-in-law laughed. “We will pick her up at 11:30 a.m. incase your friend is early. We can take her shopping. Then we will all meet at Applebee’s by 1pm. Sound good, Steph?”

“Yeah, thanks,” She got up and hugged them both before leaving.

When Friday afternoon rolls around, they do exactly what they said they would. Axel pulls in her driveway at 11:45 a.m.

Axel texts:

I found your place babe.

Stephanie texts:

Great, no one is here so you can come inside.

Axel texts her back a grin. Just her choice of words gets him excited. And that is exactly what she meant it to do. As he is getting off his motorcycle, Stephanie walks out onto the porch.

“New ride?” She asked.

He practically runs up on the porch, picking her up. “Summer ride.” He kisses her, heading into the house. “I’ve missed you, Steph. I’ve been craving you.” His voice a low gravel that she can feel through her entire body.

Stephanie has her legs and arms wrapped around him as soon as he picks her up. “I have missed you too. We need to walk downstairs to my place. My private door is fucked up, so we need to walk through my Mother’s apartment.”

There are three apartments set up in the house Stephanie lives in. The basement, main floor, and an attic apartment that no one is living in currently. Axel puts her down. She takes his hand and leads him through her mom’s living currently. The next room is the bedroom. Axel stops and sits on the bed pulling Stephanie to stand between his legs. He looks up at her as he bounces a little.

“This will do,” He grins.

“Absolutely not.” Stephanie smirks.

She pulls him to get up as he pouts out his bottom lip.

“The door to my place is right through her kitchen.” She takes him though.

Stephanie opens the door to the basement. She points as they get downstairs, “There is a small laundry room over there. My place is right through this door.” She opens the door puling him inside before closing and locking it. Its just two rooms but its enough for me.” She goes to sit on the edge of the bed. “Couch over there with the tv across from it which I can also watch from my bed here. A small kitchen area there and the restroom is thru the far door.”

Axel nods. Hands on his hips as he looks around at all the pink and black. “Nice.” He pulls off his red high neck t-shirt. With it on a person could only see the word eat tattooed on his neck. He tosses it on to the couch before kneeling in front of Stephanie. His hands run up her legs under her skirt as he looks to her.

Stephanie lifts off her tank top. Undoes her bra. Tosses them both to the floor. Caresses Alex face leaning down to kiss him.

Axel encourages her to lay back as they kiss. Barely taking a breath between their kissing getting deeper. His hand pulls off her panties. Stephanie mews softly as his lips move down over her neck, paying attention to each of her breasts as his fingers rub down her slip dipping in to feel her readiness for him. When he pulls away to stand, she whimpers.

“I just have to get my jeans off and some protection on Stephanie” He grabs a condom from his back pocket before taking his tight jeans off. He puts it on and moves back over her kissing her passionately.

Axel’s cock gives Stephanie the good stretch, wonderful fullness she was missing so badly. She pulsed her hips against his as he moved to make her feel good. Hands linked. She griped on his hands tightly as his thrusts became harder. They practically breath in Unison. Maybe its because they had not been together for a month. Maybe it’s the lack of closeness before this. But it doesn’t take either of them long to finish.

Axel brushes some hair out of her face, “better?”

“Better,” Stephanie smiles.

He pulls out and gets up. Takes the condom off dumping it in kitchen trash before getting back in bed with her. He holds her close. “How long do we have before we need to leave?”

Stephanie looks at the black clock on the wall with hot pink hands and numbers. “We should get ready to go but I want to lay here another minute.”

Axel kisses her temple. “Alright.”

A few minutes later they get up. Clean up. And they walked out to his motorcycle.

“I have something for you,” He got a shimmery pink helmet out of one of the two saddle bags on either side of the back tire. “I want to keep you safe when we ride.”

Stephanie squeals. “I love it.”

Axel put the helmet on her. “Fits great.” He put his helmet on and got on. “Wrap those legs around the seat and your arms around me.”

She mounted the cycle and held him. She didn’t want to let go once they got to the restaurant. She laid against his back holding around his waist. Eyes were closed until she had to open them to go inside.

#au #rocker axel #axel and stephanie #axel cluney #fanfic #fantasy #fiction #original story #love #fluff #smut #angst #bill skarsgard #bill skarsgård smut

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myhockeyworld87 · 5 years

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Nervous Regrets - Tyler Seguin - Part 8

Word Count: 4726

POV: Reader

Warning: Cursing

Notes: Not really any this time. Hope you guys enjoy!

Euphoric, it was a funny word, while its meaning meant happiness or elation; it was often used to describe the effects of drugs one may consume. Obviously, that wasn’t your case at the moment, but euphoric was definitely how you felt after the last few hours with Tyler. While you weren’t one to agree with the use of recreational drugs, you could see their allure; for if this was the high one got when they took ecstasy or the likes, you’d be a junkie, hooked on one Mister Tyler Seguin.

That giddy, light headed, endlessly happy feeling inside you at the moment was something you didn’t want to let go of; after the last few months of despair and darkness, it finally felt good to love again. It was amazing how a few days could change your whole world. You had crawled into a black hole after the whole cheating scandal; now that you were out, it felt good to be human again. You were soaring above the clouds, floating on them really; and nothing could bring you down.

Making your way through Dallas traffic, you recalled the last few hours; and how you went from sheer panic to pure elation. Seeing your baby, while the man you loved held your hand; was surreal. It was something, only a short week ago, you never saw happening; yet there you were, both of you sobbing as the life you’d created, popped up on the screen. Unconsciously your hand went to your stomach to cradle your baby.

Trusting Tyler was still an internal issue that you were struggling with; but your unquestioning nature seemed to be winning that battle at the moment. Whenever doubts would creep in, he would seem to find some way to breakdown that wall; letting you know he was all in. The baby would forever link the two of you, but if you could find a way to put your trust issues with Tyler aside and become a family; that would be a dream come true.

In order to do that though, you needed to start taking better care of yourself. So, heading home you decided to treat yourself by going through the drive thru of your favorite fast food restaurant. You’d been craving a salad topped with grilled chicken, not having access to a grill was definitely a problem; that you ordered a side of fries with it, probably wasn’t the best option. Walking into the sparse apartment, you slid your heels off, making yourself comfortable. Quickly you ate your dinner, then changed into an old V-neck t-shirt and yoga pants; wanting to get a small workout in before the Stars came on. Throwing your hair in a messy bun, you tossed the Pilates mat in front of the television, putting on a quick thirty-minute session.

About twenty minutes in to it, you realized you should’ve waited until your meal settled before you began; as your stomach started to rebel against you. Grabbing a ginger ale from the fridge and some soda crackers; you switched the television to the pre-game action. Tyler’s lack of performance in the first few games was a topic of conversation the sports announcers seemed to pay close attention to; it did nothing for bouts of nausea you were currently experiencing. You were hot, sweaty and your breasts felt like they were five times their normal size, in their restrictive bra; and in the moment you felt if you didn’t remove it, you’d either hurl all over the living room floor or self-combust. Why a female would ever invent a contraption so constricting was completely beyond your imagination, in that moment. Feeling like you could breathe again, and not actually expel the contents of your stomach on the floor; you made yourself more comfortable on the couch as the game got underway.

Tyler scored with minutes left in the first period putting the Stars on the board; hopefully that would silence the announcers about his previous point percentage. In the second he added an assist on Jamie’s goal; which had the Stars leading the game two to one. You couldn’t wait to see what the third period would bring, as it got underway. Unfortunately, the doorbell rang with only three minutes into the period. Getting up out of your warm cozy spot, your brain trying to work out who could be at your door at this hour; your friends usually called before they came over at this time of night. Peeking through the peep-hole you saw Robert, standing in front of your apartment. While this wasn’t an appropriate hour of the night, you needed to break things off with him; and so, you opened the door. “Robert, what are you doing here? It’s a little late.”

You hoped that didn’t sound too dismissing. “Hey pretty lady.” Starting to kiss you on the lips, but you quickly turned so that he would be kissing your cheek instead. “I haven’t heard from you in the last few days and I’d thought I’d check on you.”

Well that was sweet of him and here you are trying to break things off. “Oh, I’m so sorry. Work has been crazy, among other things. I did get your flowers, that was very sweet of you to send them.”

“Yeah you kind of had me wondering, since you didn’t really acknowledge them.”

Maybe because you’d also received ten other more extravagant arrangements that day. Mentally shaking yourself, now was not the time to be comparing whose bouquet was bigger. “They’re lovely. Can I get you something to drink, water, soda, wine?”

“A glass of wine would be great.” Throwing his jacket in the chair, he plopped down on the couch; grabbing the remote and turning the television off, just as Tyler was making his way to the net with the puck. Giving him the side eye, the one your grandmother used to give when one of you had said something distasteful; you poured the wine, less than what you’d normally give. “You’re not drinking?” This asked as you handed him the glass of wine.

“Umm..no, I have work tomorrow,” it wasn’t a lie, you did have work; but you also weren’t divulging the truth to him.

“You should blow it off. I’ll grab my dad’s jet and we can head to the beach for a couple days.” He was so nonchalant about it, like it was something he did every day; and that your job meant nothing. Robert was the quintessential rich playboy; daddy’s money had gotten him everything up to this point and he saw no reason not continue on this way. You couldn’t be certain he’d ever worked a full day of his life; so how could he understand that you not only needed your job, you enjoyed it. It was something Tyler never questioned.

Taking a seat at the opposite end of the sofa, you tried to explain, “I just can’t up and leave work like that Robert. I have responsibilities there; deadlines that need to be met.” Granted your job did afford you the flexibility to work from wherever; and they were fairly willing to let you have time off when you wanted; but this was not something he needed to know.

Blowing out a frustrated breath, he acknowledged you with a simple, “fine.” With glaring eyes, he surveyed your apartment. “Babe, why haven’t you looked for some place better to live. You know you could move into my complex, that way we’d be closer. Plus, it’s definitely more luxurious than this.”

What had you seen in this man, when he first asked you out? He was condescending and arrogant; that he’d masked these attributes in your first couple of dates was amazing. Or maybe they were just there all along and you were too blind in your misery to see it. “I actually looked at a place yesterday.” Omitting the part that it was with your baby daddy.

You went to continue, however he cut you off, “good, I hope it’s better than this place.” Mentally you rolled your eyes at his pretentiousness. “Babe, why are you sitting so far away?” He scooted closer to you, placing his hand on your thigh; while his eyes focused on your breasts. That’s when you remembered you weren’t wearing a bra; immediately feeling naked and exposed to this man.

Scrambling off the couch, you needed this interaction to come to a close. Even his use of the word babe felt wrong falling off his lips; not like when Tyler would lovingly call you it. Crossing your arms, trying to cover yourself; you began the conversation you’d been dreading since he walked through your door. “Look Robert, you’re a really nice guy. It’s just well….it’s not you, it’s me really.” God you’d been the recipient of that line so many times in your dating history; each time you’d known it had been a lie. It was a half-truth in this instance, feeling the need to be somewhat honest; you continued. “The truth is. I’m trying to work things out with Tyler and I just don’t think it would be fair to either of you; if we continued this.” Motioning with your hand between the two of you.

“Wait…You’re getting back together with the bastard that had the back-alley blow job scandal.” You winced, it sounded pathetic coming out of his mouth; that you would want to get back with someone who had treated you so callously.

“It’s complicated.” Truly it was; but you didn’t feel the need to explain any further.

Setting his half-drunk wine down on the coffee table, he stood. “You’re gonna pick that fucking man whore over someone like me? I thought you were smarter than that.” His eyes roamed up and down your body, a disgusted look crossing his face.

Flinching, you stepped back realizing you didn’t know this man at all. “I’m sorry Robert, I just need to follow my heart; and my heart just really belongs with Tyler.”

He seemed to collect himself then; striding to the door as he said, “Good luck, you’re going to need it.” With that he left; you let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding in, breathing a sigh of relief that the encounter was finally over. That was until you looked over to the living room and spotted his tailor-made suit coat lying on your chair. Grabbing it and your keys you headed out to return the garment to him. He was in the parking lot, getting ready to step into his vehicle.

“Robert, you forgot this.” Yelling, hoping to impede him from leaving. He stopped closing the car door as you drew closer. Handing him the jacket, you apologized once more. “I really am sorry.”

Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply; when they reopened, gone was the Robert that was cold and arrogant, replaced by the caring man you’d thought you’d been seeing. “I’m sorry to (Y/N). I shouldn’t have said those things inside. I just really thought we had something special.”

Hurt was etched across his face; in that moment you felt guilty for not telling him the entire truth about your reunion with Tyler. “I hope we can still be friends.” You weren’t exactly sure that was even possible or even if you wanted friendship with this man; it just felt like the right thing to say.

“Sure, no hard feelings.” He reached out then to hug you; a goodbye gesture you saw no reason not to return. He held you a little too close and a little too long for your comfort, but you let him have this final embrace. Finally, he pulled back, and before you knew it; his mouth was on yours greedy and hungry; forcing yours open as he held you tight in his arms. Panic set in, it was late and no one was around; you pushed at the wall of his chest hoping to loosen his grip. When it tightened you did the only thing that popped into your mind. Bracing your hands on his shoulders for leverage, you brought your knee up connecting it as hard as you could with his groin; the direct hit had him doubling over in pain. You twisted out of his arms and made your way back into the apartment, as he yelled, “you bitch!”

Not looking back you headed straight for your apartment and locked the door; glancing out the window, seeing his car peel out of the parking lot. Your heart was racing and you couldn’t seem to catch your breath; tonight, had definitely not gone as planned. All you wanted right now was Tyler’s arms wrapped around you; but it wouldn’t pay to tell him what had transpired. Knowing Tyler, he’d be out the door ready to beat Robert to a bloody pulp. So instead you grabbed a blanket and encased yourself in its fluffy warmth; taking deep breaths as you calmed your nerves.

Grabbing your phone, you pulled up the highlights of the game to distract you. As you suspected Tyler had scored again in the third period, leading the Stars to victory over the Avs. Checking the time, you felt he should be home by now; you sent him a quick text.

Great game tonight! I’m so proud of you!

Part of you wished he would text you back, asking to come over; you’d gladly take him up on it. When you were together road trips were always hard; but now that you’d finally started taking steps towards reconciling these next five days were going to be hell without him. The phone beeped drawing your attention.

Thanks

That was it, nothing more; it was not what you expected. Staring at the screen, you waited for more to appear; when it didn’t you hauled yourself up and headed to bed. Maybe he was tired, it’s been an emotional day; first seeing the baby and then playing such a great game. Tyler probably went home and dropped onto the bed exhausted. He’d done that from time to time, after a particular trying game; you’d always removed his shoes and tie then, taking a blanket and covering him up. He’d eventually wake up in the middle of the night, strip naked and climb into bed with you; waking you up with feverish kisses. The two of you would make love until you both fell back asleep. Your body ached with need for that at the moment. The PA was right; your hormonal urges were becoming stronger, though it could just be thoughts of being with Tyler again.

The baby fluttered then, reminding you that your love had created this little life forming inside you. Closing your eyes, you let your mind take you to a time, not too far in the future; where you and Tyler were lying in bed, the baby on Tyler’s chest as they both slept. Smiling you drifted off to sleep with that picture in your mind.

Waking up, you put the drama of last night with Robert behind you and started your day. Work was busy, so you hadn’t really noticed that Tyler hadn’t text you that he’d landed in St. Louis, until it was well after four. He had mentioned they were leaving after morning skate, which would likely put them there around two or three in the afternoon. Pushing any uneasy thoughts to the side, that something was wrong, you finished out the day; shooting him a quick text and vowing to call him if you didn’t hear from him shortly.

When eight o’clock rolled around and you still heard nothing from him, you started to panic. Picking up the phone, you dialed his number; pacing as the phone rang. Your heart jumped into your throat when his voicemail picked up. Something was wrong, maybe there was an accident, or he could’ve been hurt in practice and be lying in the hospital. Your mind was swirling with dread. Vaguely you thought about calling Jamie; had even pulled up his contact info when the phone rang, Tyler’s face popping up on the screen.

“Oh thank god, I was so worried. Are you ok?” it all came out in a rush; like it was all one word and not sentences formed together.

“Yeah I’m fine.” There was despondence in his voice; he didn’t say anything more.

“Tyler, what’s wrong? Why didn’t you text me when you got in?” Sheer panic had taken over when he hadn’t answered; now you were questioning whether or not there was something else going on here. Doubts started creeping in; was he with someone, some woman? When he didn’t answer right away you voiced your concerns. “Are you…is someone with you?”

“What? Fuck, no I’m not with anyone.” Anger tainted his voice, but really what could he expect; it was the only logical conclusion you could draw, since he was acting so strange. Softly, he added, “I’m not the one fooling around this time.”

“What the hell does that mean? That I am?” He was making no sense at all. You thought your relationship with Tyler was finally heading in the right direction; that he would suggest otherwise had you baffled.

“Really? You’re going to just pretend like you weren’t kissing some guy last night.” Realization dawned on you, somehow Tyler must have seen what happened with Robert last night; but he had it all wrong. You started to speak but Tyler cut you off, “Seriously (Y/N), how can you go from everything that we shared yesterday, to making out with some other guy. I mean explain it to me, because I don’t get it.” He took a breath and you thought you had your opportunity, until he continued. “For fuck sake you told me you loved me yesterday. Did that mean nothing to you? Does our child mean nothing to you or our family?”

That was it, you’d had enough; Tyler had crossed the line with that last comment. “Would you shut up for a fucking minute and let me explain.” Blood boiling, you needed to calm yourself. “First off, the baby means everything to me, and I mean everything; don’t ever fucking question me about that again. Do you hear me?”

A small weak, “yeah,” was all you received.

“Secondly, I do love you and I meant every word I said to you yesterday. God Tyler, I never stopped loving you, not even after everything that happened. All I wanted last night was for you to finish the game and come and hold me in your arms; I just didn’t know how to ask you that.” Blowing out a breath you continued on, “Lastly, I don’t know what you saw, but I was not and I mean not at all kissing Robert.”

“Funny, it sure looked like you had your tongue down his throat.”

“Jesus Tyler, I was not kissing him.” He started to refute your claim again, but you were not having it. “What you saw was him forcing his tongue down my throat. He wouldn’t let me go, I had to kick him in the balls to get away.”

“What did you say? He forced you?” This wasn’t how you wanted to say any of this to Tyler; point of fact you didn’t want to tell him any of it. You knew Tyler would lose his cool, if he found out about Robert’s actions; which is why you had decided to keep this to yourself. That was until he’d misread the entire situation. “Talk to me (Y/N) or I swear to god I’ll be on the next flight home.”

He was overreacting, thinking the worst had happened. “Nothing else happened, I ran into the apartment and locked the door. He left shortly after that.”

His silence spoke volumes, you knew he was seething inside; wanting to hit something, mainly a man named Robert. You could almost see him pacing back and forth in the hotel room; hands threading through his hair, as he tried to calm himself down. “Why was he there in the first place?”

It wasn’t the question you’d expected him to ask, but he deserved the truth. “He stopped over; I didn’t invite him, I swear. He showed up because he hadn’t heard from me since Saturday, when I’d left him at the charity event to meet you. He said he just wanted to check on me. I thought he was a decent guy and I owed him the truth; that you and I were back together. I hadn’t expected him to get so angry about it, but he did. He forgot his jacket, so I ran out to give it to him. He seemed to have calmed down, so when he went to hug me goodbye, I didn’t think much of it.” You paused not really wanting to say the rest; hoping Tyler would say something so you wouldn’t have to. When he didn’t, you had no other choice, “He wouldn’t let me go and then he just forced his mouth on mine. I tried to push him away but he just held me tighter. That’s when I kicked him in the nuts. It was the only thing I could think of to do, but he let me go and I just ran back to the apartment. But I’m fine, he’s gone and I don’t have to see him again.”

“It’s not fucking fine (Y/N), he tried to force himself on you. I wanna fucking kill him. Like just rip his damn throat out. God what if you hadn’t been able to get away from him?” He paused as if he was visualizing the whole thing. “I think I might be sick.”

“Ty, babe, listen to me. I’m fine. Just breathe.”

“I should’ve stopped. I just saw the two of you together and I thought the worse. I should’ve known you’d never do that to me. I’m so sorry baby. God why didn’t I fucking stop and check on you.”

“Ty, don’t beat yourself up. I can see it from your side. I would’ve thought the same thing.” In all actuality you probably would’ve thought much worse, given the past.

“I don’t think you should stay there tonight. What if he comes back? Just go to the house and stay there, the security system is top notch and the dogs are there, they may not be fierce but they would frighten anyone away.”

His protective nature was kicking into high gear. “Ty, I’m fine. The door is locked here. No one can get in.”

“You don’t know that. What if he bust down the door or something?”

“I’m sure one of the neighbors would hear, if that happened.” He was being unrealistic now, running through scenarios that weren’t going to happen.

“You don’t know that. Maybe I should come home. I’ll go talk to Monty and catch the next flight.”

“Tyler, you can’t just leave; you have a game, the team is depending on you. Besides, I think I might take off Friday and head to my parents’ house for the weekend. If I leave after work tomorrow, I’ll be there before your game starts.”

“Well I still don’t like you staying there alone tonight. Can’t you call Jan or someone, and see if they’ll stay with you?”

“Tyler, I’m fine; I promise. Besides it’s like almost ten o’clock. I’ll be going to bed here shortly.” The last hour or so on the phone with Tyler had you mentally exhausted and needing some rest. Besides you needed to pack, especially if you were going to head to your parents’ place in College Station. Seeing an opportunity there, you decided to change the subject. “So, I thought I’d go down and tell my parents about us and the baby.”

“You sure you want to do that alone? I mean, when I come home, I’ll go with you.”

It was sweet of him to offer but you kind of had a feeling you needed to do this alone. “Thanks for offering but I think I need to do this on my own. I don’t know how they’re going to take everything and I think it would be better just coming from me.” Knowing your parents, they were probably going to try and talk you out of getting back together with Tyler; they were not happy at all, when the scandal hit. They would definitely need time to adjust to everything, before Tyler started coming around again. “Have you told your family yet?”

“I almost said something to Candace on the phone the other day; but then I thought better of it. My mom will be furious if she’s not the first to know. I’m just not sure if I want to tell her on the phone or in person, you know?”

You knew exactly what he meant; which is why you were driving almost three hours. “Well maybe you should fly them in or something.”

“Yeah I thought about that; but then it really cuts into my time with you.”

Chuckling slightly, you’d always gotten along really well with Tyler’s family. Then like a ton of bricks falling, it hit you, what if they resented you for leaving Tyler; they could carry some animosity towards you, as yours did against Tyler. While the scandal wasn’t your fault, part of the aftermath was. He had just as hard of a time with the breakup as you. “Well we could all do dinner or something while they’re here. That way we could still have time together.”

“Yeah of course. Though honestly, they’ll probably want you around more than me. They all laid into me, when we broke up. Once they find out about the baby, they probably won’t leave your side. I know my mom will want to rush out and buy a ton of baby stuff.” Smiling to yourself, you hoped your family would handle the news the same.

“Well she can buy whatever she wants. I haven’t bought a thing yet. So it would be fun to go shopping with her.” You’d been so afraid of where things would go, that you couldn’t purchase one baby item, for fear there wouldn’t be a happy ending with Tyler. Now, just talking about it, had you bubbling with excitement.

“Don’t tell her that.” He laughed then, and you could tell he’d let some of the tension from earlier go. “I’ll give her a call tomorrow and see what I can work out. I’d really like to have you there when I tell her the news.”

“Yeah we can do that.” Yawning into the phone, “I really need to get some sleep, can we talk some more tomorrow? I mean if you answer your phone.”

“Sorry babe, I was pretty pissed off. I promise I’ll answer.”

“No, I’m the one who’s sorry, for putting you through that. I’m glad we talked things through though. I think as long as we continue to communicate things will be good.”

“Oh, we’re not through with this conversation by a long shot. I don’t like the idea of you staying there, with that jackass being able to show up at any time. But since you’re heading to your parents, I’ll drop it till I get home on Sunday. What time do you plan on being back in Dallas?”

Hopefully within the next four days he’d have a memory lapse and forget the whole thing. “I was planning on leaving after lunch. So probably around four or so.”

Disappointment laced his voice, “Oh, ok. We should land before noon or so; that is if we don’t end up flying out Saturday after the game. It’s still up in the air. Why don’t you stop at the house before you head home and I’ll go over with you? That way I can make sure everything’s fine.”

“Yeah…maybe. We can talk about it later.”

“Alright, but I’m not going to change my mind on this one.”

Sighing, Tyler could be stubborn at times; you knew he wouldn’t relent on this issue. “Ok well I’m going to head to bed. Get some sleep, bossy.”

“You too, sassypants. I love you. Talk to you tomorrow.”

“I love you too, Ty.” With that you hung up the phone; glad to have things back on track with Tyler; but dreading the next seventy-two or more hours without him.

#tyler seguin #tyler seguin imagine #tyler seguin imagines #dallas stars #dallas stars imagine #dallas stars imagines #nhl imagines #nhl imagine #nhl fanfic #hockey imagines #hockey imagine #hockey fanfiction #nervous regrets

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golbrocklovely · 5 years

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twisted // colby brock - epilogue

A/N: PLEASE READ wow... it’s over. i’m really sad, but also really happy. this story is the first full story i’ve finished on my account. i’m so proud of this and how it turned out. i’m so happy yall have given it so much love and support. it means so much to me. if you want to go back and read thru everything again, feel free by going to the link below or by going on my page and search ‘twisted’ in the tags. that being said, i will be posting my next story ‘the chosen daughter’ soon, later this week. i can’t wait for you all to see it! let me know what you think about this ending! i’d love to hear what you thought about this whole story and what not. thank you guys, and i’ll see you later :)

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taglist: @absolute-randomness-forever , @far-to-many-bands , @itsmoony , @mellissalox , @sammy0927 , @the-specific-oceans , @ashyoungxblood

trigger warning: mentions of kidnapping, mostly fluffy <3

word count: 964

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Three Months Later

I sat down on my bed, fixing the tripod in front of me. I lined it up, making sure the image was straight. I took a deep breath, trying to relax my body.

Then I clicked record.

I waved awkwardly at the camera. “Hey guys. What’s up? I know it’s been a while. I kinda just wanted to talk, especially since a lot of you are wondering how I am. How we are.”

I cleared my throat, a tightness already forming. “As you know, Sam, Colby, and I were… kidnapped… and tortured… about three months ago. I know a lot of you saw the news reports of it, so you know a good amount of the details. That’s not what this video is about.”

“What I wanted to talk about is what I learned from this whole experience.” I continued.

I took a deep breath. “I never realized how much of my own life I took for granted. It never crossed my mind how easily all of this could be taken away from me.”

My hands trembled as I held back tears. “I… almost died. I almost watched my friends die. That is something I never imagined I would be saying.”

“That image will never leave me. That is gonna stay with me forever. That is gonna take years of therapy to help me cope with it.” My voice fell to a whisper.

I relaxed my body, trying to catch my breath. I wiped away fallen tears and looked directly into the camera.

“What I realized was that we don’t get a lot of time on this earth to appreciate what we got, or who we got. The idea that I could have lost Sam or Colby haunts me. There were so many things I didn’t get to tell them, so many things I was gonna have to live with knowing I couldn’t tell them.” I remarked.

“So this is me telling you that if you have someone in your life that you love but you haven’t told them yet, do it. Tell the people you care about that you love them. Hug them more often. Tell them they mean something to you. Let them know you cherish them.” My heart was pounding in my chest. “And if you have feelings, say them. This life is too short for you to wait until the right time because the right time is never gonna come. So make it right now.”

I paused, taking another deep breath. I could feel how hot my cheeks were from the crying and emotions I was feeling.

I exhaled. “That being said, I know a lot of you are wondering about me, Sam, and Colby. We’re okay. We’re taking it day by day. Life is never gonna be the same for us, and we know that. But we’re getting back to a normalcy. We lean on each other when we need to. And now I can honestly say both of those boys know how much I love them.”

I smiled, my thoughts drifting to Sam and Colby. “We’re okay…”

I glanced back up at the camera. “Um, I think that’s everything I wanted to update you guys on. I will be coming back soon and so will the boys. We all just really need to this break to get back to being ourselves and we appreciate you guys for being so amazing through all of this. Thank you. I can’t wait to come back.”

I threw a peace sign up at the camera, my smile from before coming back. “Bye guys.”

I leaned over, turning off the camera. The feeling of relief flooded my body for a moment.

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I knocked on the heavy door three times, glancing around the driveway to make sure a certain car was parked.

The door slowly opened, revealing a very sleepy Colby.

“Hey baby.” I smiled, stepping in and giving him a tight hug.

He chuckled softly, pulling me closer. “Hi. Sorry I didn’t respond to your messages. I was taking a nap.”

“It’s okay. Maybe I can come join you for a nap?” I mumbled, gazing up at him.

He nodded his head. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Colby leaned down and lightly pecked my lips, his hands cupping my face gently.

To say I ever imagined this happening would be an understatement. I never thought Colby and I would end up together. But after the hospital, no one could keep us apart.

Walking up the stairs to his room, I hummed to myself. Just being in the Trap House brought me so much comfort. As we passed Sam’s room, I spoke. “How’s Sam doing? I haven’t seen him in almost a week.”

Colby pushed his door opened, gliding me inside. “He’s good. He and Kat have been hanging out with each other nonstop. He’s gonna fly back home for a bit next week.”

“Are you going with him?” I asked, sitting down on his bed.

He shook his head, laying down. “Nah. I literally had to beg my parents to leave once we got home from Washington. Two weeks straight of seeing them was great, but I like having my space. Plus, I’m fine.”

“But aren’t I in your space right now?” I smirked, as Colby grasped my wrists and pulled me down to his chest.

A cheeky smile came to his face. “When have I ever asked you to leave it?”

I let out a light giggle, letting my head rest on his chest. I snuggled into his side, his arms wrapping around me as our legs entangled. I laid there silently, listening to the wind brushing against his window.

I murmured. “We’re okay, huh.”

Colby took a deep breath, his muscles relaxing.

“Yeah, we are.”

<< CHAPTER 11 ||

#Sam and Colby #colby brock #sam golbach #colby brock fanfiction #colby brock fic #colby brock fanfic #colby brock story #colby brock fluff #colby brock angst #colby brock x oc #twisted

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NEVER THOUGHT IT’D BE HER

Summary: Max lives an... entertaining life. She just got out of a relationship she thought would last forever. Meeting one person leads to more people in her life, and before she knows it, she’s falling in love with someone she never expected to fall in love with.

Words: 1,567

Warnings: angst, drunkenness, some more angst, flashbacks, implied smut

Author’s Note: lots to take in for this chapter... reminder that i link the previous chapters directly below the author’s notes, so if you’re behind you can just click the link thru here :D

CHAPTER 1, CHAPTER 2

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CHAPTER 3

FUCK. Why? This little meet-up at the café was going great until this whole memory just popped up back inside Max’s head.

Flashbacks are never good, especially when they involve alcohol, and, oh, was heartbreak mentioned yet?

She stumbled into the bar, already two bottles of beer downed. Her thought process may not have been the best that night after what happened. Already drunk? Let’s go drink some more! Yeah! That’s a great idea! Nothing bad can come from this! It’s already been a shitty night!

Walking up to the bar, almost every pair of eyes were stuck on her. She clearly wasn’t well. Should someone go help her? It’s already late, who cares? If she got here alive she can probably get out alive.

Once she finally got to the bar (it felt like it was a marathon from the door of the bar to where all the alcohol was [also known as a five second walk]), she ordered one beer and told the bartender to keep the tab open. It was going to be a long night of self-deprecating thoughts and being heartbroken.

There it is again. That word. Heartbroken. It sucks, having to experience it. Heartbreak. You wish your whole life you never will, but when you ultimately do, you don’t know what to do. Heartbreak. It’s not like there’s a right way to handle it. Some heartbreaks are worse than others. Especially when you thought the person who broke your heart was going to be The One. You know, The One who would stay with you until you inevitably end up six feet down? The One you dreamt of rocking on a chair together on a porch on a farm in the middle of nowhere? The One who..

Snapped out of her thoughts, which was probably for the best, she spills a little of her drink on her shirt as she’s nudged by a beautiful woman who accidentally bumped into her trying to sit down at the bar top. “Oops! Sorry I bumped into you!” the woman says.

Max can’t help but stare. That woman wasn’t even probably as beautiful as she thought she was in that moment. Max is just super drunk and… and alcohol makes you think pretty people look even prettier, right? Right. Let’s go with that.

“I-I-It’s okay,” she stutters out. The woman just smiles back at her, then orders her drink from the bartender, essentially turning her back on Max. That is, until Max offers to buy her a drink. A truce, she says, because someone accidentally nudging you means you have to buy them a drink. Sure, Max. The woman politely declines, but Max insists, and slides the bartender a crisp twenty dollar bill that she didn’t even know she had. The woman thanks her. They both smile at each other, Max’s smile a little more crooked than the one in front of her.

The woman introduces herself to Max. “I’m Casey. Nice to meet you.” A moment passes. “And thank you again for the drink. You really didn’t have to. If anything, I should be the one to buy you a drink,” and she laughs, awkwardly. Max thinks it’s the most beautiful sound that she’s ever heard come out of anyone’s mouth. And Max has heard a lot of sounds come from a lot of mouths. Inappropriate sounds, but still.

The two get to talking, and after approximately thirteen minutes (Max counts the minutes she’s allowed to talk to the goddess sitting right in front of her), Casey asks Max a question. “What’s the deal?” Max just looks at her, drunk and confused. Casey laughs at her expression. “Why are you here? Alone? Sitting at a bar with a look on your face that makes it look like you’re sad?” She pauses. “Are you sad? Do I need to buy you a drink, Max?” she teases.

Max takes a deep breath, but not before she says yes to another drink. “Make sure you’re comfy in your seat. Tonight… it’s a long story.” For the very short time she’s known her, Max sees Casey put a serious face on. Casey listens to every word her newly acquired drunken friend says within the next hour.

Eight hours later, Max lays naked in her bed, arms wrapped around Casey’s also naked body.

“How we met? Oh, wow. I think we just bumped into each other and one thing led to another. And now here we are,” Max tells Alex.

“Really? That’s it? That’s the whole story with you two?” Max just nods. “Bullshit. I don’t believe that it was just happenstance.” Alex continues to push, but Max doesn’t budge, so, eventually, she lays off.

It’s been more than two hours that they’ve first sat down at the café. Alex checks her phone and realizes as much. Max just laughs, saying that time flies when you’re having fun. Alex glares at her playfully. Max gets up to pay for everything they wound up eating and drinking for the time that they were there. Alex tugs on her arm, pleading with Max to let her pay.

“No way. Today was my idea in the first place. I basically dragged you out here, so the least I could do is pay for everything.” Alex just pouts at her, still holding onto Max’s arm. “I’m paying, Alex. No exceptions.” Max’s other arm, that isn’t being held onto for dear life, goes to grab Alex’s hand. She looks at Alex with an eyebrow raised, and finally, Alex lets up. “Make sure you have everything you brought before we leave,” she says, before she starts to walk away.

Alex mocks salute. “Yes, ma’am.” Max looks back at her, seemingly warning her to behave. Alex just giggles and grabs her phone and bag, then follows Max to the cashier.

The two walk out of the restaurant after Max finished paying, but Alex feels bad that she has to ask a certain question. “Hey, Max?” Max looks down towards her, being the taller one of the two. “This is gonna sound weird, but would you mind driving me back to my place? I had to drop my car off for the yearly check-up this morning, and so I just took a cab here. But if you can’t, don’t worry about it because I can just get a cab and go ho-.” Max holds her hand up to stop Alex.

“I will drive you home. It’s absolutely fine, Alex. I don’t have anything to do today either way, so take up as much of my time as you want.” This time, it’s Max’s turn to wink. Alex breathes a sigh of relief that she didn’t know she was holding.

They walk towards her car, and Max goes to open the passenger door for Alex. Alex blushes lightly but gets into the car quickly enough that Max isn’t able to see. As far as she knows. Max speed walks to the opposite side of the car and gets in. She goes to pull out of the parking spot but realizes she doesn’t know where she’s going to be driving. She looks at Alex, dumbfounded. Alex snickers, and tells her to make a right when she gets out of the parking lot.

Once they get onto the main road, Max, after some arguing, allows Alex to play her music while she drives. She watches out of the corner of her eye as her passenger sings as loud as she can without a care in the world. Soon enough, a duet comes on that they both know, and they sing like there is no tomorrow.

A half hour passes, and they arrive at Alex’s apartment. She convinces her driver to come upstairs for one last drink and then, and only then, will she “release” her for the day. Max follows Alex up a few floors to her place and, after some digging for keys, they both enter. Alex gets Max a drink, then goes to look for her seemingly missing husband.

As her friend is walking aimlessly around her own apartment, Max sees a phone light up on the countertop. Well it’s not my phone. Is it? It wasn’t. I just saw Alex check hers when she went into the bathroom, so it’s not hers. After contemplating whether she should do it or not, Max walks over to the phone and sees a text message from… a no name? It’s just a heart emoji.

Once Alex emerges from the bathroom, Devin strolls out of the bedroom, walking in the direction of Max holding the unclaimed phone. “You found it! I searched the whole fucking house for it!” when he realizes it’s his phone. Max gives it to him, then Devin goes towards his wife and says his hellos. Alex introduces Max to Devin and vice versa.

As Devin updates his wife about whatever it is he’s talking about, Max gets to thinking about that text message. She couldn’t see what it said since the phone wasn’t unlocked, but she knows Alex didn’t text him. Sure, she was on her phone, but it was only to see if he had texted her. Not the other way around. She wouldn’t have texted her husband when they’re in the same building. She would’ve just screamed for him like any couple would do to each other.

So, if it wasn’t Alex, who just texted Devin?

tags: @maggie-elise13, @elizabethfictionwriting, @lesbian-deadpool, @solaettristis, @the-very-tired-gay, @timelords-13, @tangled-up-in-bad-decisions, @natashaswhitesuit, @its-a-me-mario-hihi, @marvelfansince08love

#never thought itd be her #ntibh #short story #story #mine #kello-unknown

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jawnjendes · 5 years

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you never listen and i hate you lately | tom holland

AN: i wrote this in 2017 when hoco came out AND when i was goin thru a breakup. i kept putting off posting it here but now that the uuuuuhhhhhh news dropped, have some more depressing shit!

there will not be a part 2

(i would link my masterlist but its literally just shawn mendes fics lulz)

It took me a moment to realize what I had gotten down to the night before. When I woke up in a hotel room that was similar to mine, but not exactly the same, a bout of nerves pulsed through my veins. I rolled over onto my back, only to discover a sleeping guy next to me.

As always, my drunk self could not be trusted.

This wasn't new for me. Every time I went out, I always told myself that I wouldn't hook up with anyone. I would just have a few drinks and then go home and be drunk by myself. More often than not, though, I would wake up naked with a random person in a random place.

I mean, this time only happened because I was invited to the Spider-Man: Homecoming premiere. I wasn't sure why, but who was I to turn down something like that? There was an after party, and needless to say, I attended. That's where things got fuzzy. I had a few drinks and talked to a few people, some of them from the movie. I didn't expect to wake up in bed with the main fucking actor.

Again, not exactly uncharacteristic for me. But it was probably the least expected to discover that I had slept with Tom Holland. I was wracking my brain, trying to dig up the part from last night where I actually met him. You would think I would remember something like that, even with the amount of alcohol in my system. For once, I even tried to remember some of the events that happened in this room, but to no avail. Shame, this one was actually hot.

He turned in the sheets, facing me. I froze, not daring to look at him for a second. He remained still and silent, probably forgetting that he brought some random girl into bed last night. This was my sign to quietly get my shit together and leave. I sat up and scanned the room for my dress.There was no way I was going to steal clothes from a fucking famous actor, I’d definitely get sued for that at some point. I found my bra hung on the back of a chair, then my underwear caught on the foot of the bed. My dress? Nowhere to be seen.

I managed to reach over and grab my lace panties. Putting them on was a bit of a challenge because I didn't want to expose myself in case Tom woke up, and I didn't want to move around too much and cause him to wake up. However, lying on my back, curling my legs, and sliding the fabric back on gave me a small flashback to when he was doing quite the opposite. He definitely knew what to do with his hands… and his mouth… My chest fluttered, but I quickly shook it off. I was in the process of leaving.

But I was sidetracked either way.

“Hey,” Tom sleepily mumbled, much to my disdain.

My hands immediately went to the blanket covering my chest and I looked at him. I was unnecessarily starstruck at the way he looked. His hair was ruffled and messy, and his neck was speckled with hickies I barely remembered leaving. His arms and shoulders looked so delicious, I found myself loathing that I was so hammered that I couldn't remember what it was like to touch him.

I pushed all of this aside. “Don't worry, I'm about to leave.”

Tom sat up on his elbow, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with his other hand. “What for?”

In my experience of hook ups, the person I slept with normally just rolled over and ignored me when I was making my exit. Needless to say, I was thrown off by his words. He didn't want me to stay, did he?

“Um, I'm just… there's nothing else for us to do here, right?” I asked in response.

“There could be some things to do.” He smiled. “Come on, it doesn't have to end now. I had a good time with you.”

Another guy who just wants my body. No thanks. One night is enough, even if it was Tom.

I shook my head. “I should just go.”

“Okay,” he said after a pause.

It was so much easier when I was blackout drunk. Not that he wasn't attractive now, but Tom seemed a lot more seductive and alluring when I was grinding up on him at the after party. Or maybe I was just hungover and in shock that it was him I scored.

“Could you, um, not look at me?” I sheepishly asked.

Tom chuckled and dove under the covers.

Quickly, I hopped out of bed and grabbed my bra. Once I had it on, I looked around for my dress. I kept glancing at the bed, making sure Tom wasn't making eyes at me.

I groaned. “Do you have any idea where my dress went? You can look, I guess.”

He sat up, looking around at the room. It seemed like he was actively trying not to stare at me. “Have you checked the bathroom?”

Why would it be in the bathroom? I looked in there anyway and low and behold…

My pale pink dress had a mysterious red stain on the front. Great, my walk of shame was going to be even more shameful. I came out of the bathroom, looking down at the gross stain. I barely even looked at Tom, even though he was looking right at me, as I walked over to grab my shoes, phone and clutch bag.

“Okay, well,” I said dismissively, “this is where we part ways. It was good to meet you and whatnot.”

“Actually,” he spoke up as he got out from under the covers. Thankfully, he had his boxers on. “Is there any chance I could see you again? You just… you seem really cool, and I want to get to know you.”

I hesitated, but I also refrained from rolling my eyes. “I've heard it all before. You say you want to get to know me, but you really just wanna see if you can hit it again, and you'll give up when you don't. Then you'll go back to England and we'll forget about each other.” And when I watch his movie on DVD with my friends, I'll throw in a joke about sleeping with Tom Holland and my friends will laugh because that doesn't happen in real life.

He let out a soft laugh, amused by my cynicism. “Or, we could go to dinner, maybe - i-if you want - and we can have a good time that doesn't involve getting naked. What do you think?”

Another thing I've heard before. Sure, he was a celebrity and I would probably never get a moment like this again, but he was also a guy. He was a young guy, and I probably wasn't the first one night stand he's had. Why would he get attached this quickly?

Thankfully, my phone rang in my hand, giving me the chance to indirectly reject him. “I have to take this. I have to go.”

ii.

Do you believe in signs of fate? Do you believe that if someone comes back into your life that they're meant to stay in it? I sure as hell fucking don't, but I did come pretty close.

It wasn't that long after I had left Tom in his hotel room did I see him again. Obviously, I didn't expect us to still be in the same fucking city, much less the same country. I expected him to be completely taken over by premieres and interviews and plenty of other busy things, that was the realistic thought. That's what happens in real life, not… seeing him with his friend at the Starbucks by my apartment.

This wasn't the first time I saw an old flame (if that's what we're calling him), but every time was just as nerve-wracking as the last. Again, I didn't think he would still be in the country, so I was pretty thrown off when I saw him sat at one of the high tables wearing a baseball cap for a “disguise.”

My plan was to just act like I didn't see him and carry on with my day. But, with my luck, he saw me first.

Next thing I knew, it was Friday night, and I was getting ready for a date. With Tom. How did I end up here? Sure, I was sober this time around, but I couldn’t really pinpoint the moment where he reeled me in and convinced me into going to dinner with him. He told me to “look smart,” but I didn’t really want to pull out my nicest clothing for him. Wasn’t sure if he was worth it just yet. Heels, mediocre perfume, and a black dress from my dirty clothes pile worked for now.

Of course, he had to come pick me up and wait outside the car. He looked pretty decent in a black button up and dress pants. Oh yeah, he’s hot as hell. That’s why I was doing this.

“You look really good,” he told me, already sounding flustered.

I smiled. “Thanks. You too.”

He opened the passenger door for me, and I had to resist rolling my eyes. I had a cheesy night ahead if things worked out. While I was still on the fence about this whole thing, there was a part of me that hoped this would work out. So far, Tom was proving to be a decent guy.

The restaurant he took me to was quite flashy and expensive looking, but it was also dark and private. I felt way too poor and filthy to even be near this place. I couldn't even believe I was here, how would I be able to recount this whole thing to my friends? How could I tell this to anybody?

We were seated and served some fancy ass red wine, which I would absolutely need if I wanted to get somewhere with this guy. I drained my first glass quickly before the conversation could start.

“So, what have you been up to?” he prompted.

Slept with more people, but that’s boring, I thought.

“Not much,” I replied. “Work, class… a mundane life.” Way to sound interesting.

“University? What are you studying?”

Telling people information about me wasn't exactly my cup of tea, especially if it was people that weren't going to stick around. Not that Tom would do that… or would he? It was hard to tell.

“Business,” I said, giving in. “I'm close to getting my degree, but I'm not sure what else to do once I graduate.”

“And where do you work?”

How do I explain my job without giving too much away?

“It's just some graphic design thing at this one company,” I explained, then changing the subject. “That's how I got invited to the premiere.”

Tom nodded. We could both tell how boring I sounded.

“What about you? What do you, besides the acting thing?” I asked.

He thought about it. When the pause got to be too long, he chuckled. “This has, uh, been my whole life for a couple of years now. I haven't really done anything else.”

“How old are you again?”

“Twenty one.”

Great. Younger than me, and far more successful. I needed more wine.

“Can I be honest with you?” he asked.

I nodded as I poured myself another glass.

“I really don’t like fancy restaurants.”

If I had been drinking the wine, I probably would have choked on it. “So why are we here, then?”

He shrugged timidly. “Wanted to impress you.”

Shit, that was endearing… and cheesy as fuck. I couldn’t help but grin as I placed my hand on the table and reached for his.

“It doesn’t take a lot to impress me, honey.”

“Would you rather go for a pizza, then?”

“Hell yeah.”

The more time I spent with Tom, which wasn’t really a lot, the more attached I got. Yes, even when you spend little time with someone, you can really develop a lot of feelings. I didn’t even know I was still capable of wanting someone for something other than sex.

After our first date, I invited him back up to my apartment for that very reason, except we ended up having “that talk.” We spoke of everything and nothing. From childhood, to trauma, to which bar of Twix we eat first. I hadn’t connected with someone so well in a long time, so when he had to leave the next day, I figured it was too good to be true.

“I’ll go back there after I finish filming,” he told me over the phone. Little did he know, he was on speaker, and I had my best friend sat next to me, overhearing us. “I really do want to see you again.”

“Okay,” I replied, unable to keep down my goofy grin. “I’ll be waiting.”

When we hung up, I turned to my friend, who was utterly surprised. As I had guessed, she didn’t believe me when I first told her who I slept with at the Spider-Man premiere. This was the only way I could get her to believe me.

“But you’re never gonna talk to him again, are you?” she assumed after her stunned silence.

I was about to retaliate, but then I hesitated. “If he does come back, then I’ll probably meet up with him.”

“He said he will come back, though.”

“Yeah, but he’s also always busy in that life of his. I’m surprised I saw him twice in the same week.”

“Well… if you don’t date him, I fucking will.”

I giggled and sat back on the couch. “I don’t remember the last time I actually dated someone. Then, he comes along. Of all people.”

It was actually daunting. Tying myself down to one person, that is, if this thing with Tom works out. A week ago, I had my mind set on forgetting about him, and keeping our late night rendezvous a secret. This thing of going on a date with him and seeing him again in a couple of weeks wasn’t apart of the plan. But strangely, I was okay with it.

The weeks went on, and Tom was spending more and more time with me. He would fly to another city or country for some important famous person thing, but as soon as he was free, he would come back to my place. I no longer could count the hours we spent together on one hand. We made sure to stay within the safe, quiet walls of my apartment, because he was constantly tailed by paparazzi. Every moment we had was private and as sappy as you could imagine. Late nights between the sheets, lazy afternoons on the couch… it was perfect.

I shouldn’t feel suffocated, right? I spent enough time away from Tom that I still felt like my own person, and I wasn’t completely dependent on him. I liked that aspect. But every time he came back I was just as… put off. Why wasn’t he tired of me yet? Why did he keep coming back? Why did I keep putting up with it?

“But are you happy?” asked my friend when I expressed this to her.

“Yeah,” I said a little too casually. “I wanna keep him around. Maybe he’s just a little needy and I’m not used to that.”

That night when he landed in the city (probably the third or fourth time since we started dating), I couldn’t find it in me to be excited. I was setting myself up for disappointment. One downside of dating him was that I was not allowed to be seen with him in public. Tom’s publicist/marketing team made it clear that he was supposed to look either single or involved with one of his co-stars to the public. I wasn’t really that bothered by it; I didn’t exactly want people in my life to know who I was involved with. My coworkers and some members of my family knew I wasn’t the type to keep someone around for longer than one night, so imagine their response to me being in a steady relationship. And not only that, being in a steady relationship with a wildly famous heartthrob. Nope, this was better left under wraps.

But, there were times where Tom had to avoid coming to my apartment at all because he couldn’t lose the paparazzi van following him. I guess if he was seen with me, he had a lot to lose. Again, I wasn’t as bothered as I should have been. Like tonight. I watched Netflix by myself and called it a night.

He sent an apology text, and I replied with a peace sign emoji.

The next time we saw each other, I was a mess. Things had sort of spiraled in the time Tom and I had been apart, and now he was here to pick up the pieces. My pieces.

“I’m sure you can find another job,” he told me.

“But I don’t want another job!” I snapped, trying not to burst into tears. I hunched over, burying my face in my hands. “I spent so much time there, I gave them everything and they had the fucking nerve to let me go like that… Why does this happen?”

Tom just rubbed my back, speechless. How lucky of him, not having to deal with things like this. He never had to worry about living ever again. He never had to worry about things like losing his house or possessions. None of this was his fault, but I couldn’t help but hate him and his soothing touch.

I got up from the couch and paced around the living room. How long more did I have in this place? How was I going to make it?

“I think I have like, one month left here,” I said, trying to catch my breath. The panic was starting to kick in. “I have enough for rent while I find another place to live… m-maybe my cousin in Idaho will let me stay with her… but planes cost money too… fuck, okay. Maybe if I move out this week and if I get my deposit back… if I quit school - oh god, I have to quit school - then maybe I can go live with her…”

“You’re not doing any of that,” Tom quickly interjected. He stood up and stopped my pacing by putting his hands on my shoulders. “I’ll cover your rent until you find another job. Okay?”

And that’s what I get for opening my mouth.

“No,” I told him. “You can’t-”

“Yes, I can,” he said firmly. “I can, and I will. I’ll do it right now.”

“Oh my god, stop. You don’t have to-”

“I want to.” His hands went to the sides of my face. “You obviously have a lot you don’t want to let go of here. Let me help you. I don’t want you to suffer like this.”

Be independent. Yes, you just lost your job and that could mean that everything will go down the drain, but you have to be independent. Don’t rely on a man.

“I’ll find another job as fast as I can,” I told him. “Just this month, okay? I have to start applying right now, though.”

He stopped me before I could get panicky again. “It’s fine, love. Really, I don’t mind doing this.” He smiled and kissed my forehead before pulling me into a hug. “You’ll be okay.”

Another month and a half went by before I saw him in person again. It was deep in the summer now, which meant that nobody wanted to hire anybody. It was taking a deeper toll on me than I liked to admit. That was kind of why I didn’t want Tom to cover any of my expenses; I was getting complacent.

But it was just rent for now. I was stubborn when it came to our rare dates. I couldn’t let him pay for anything else, so we had to stick with staying confined in my apartment. Thankfully, we had plenty to do between the sheets. But that was it, though.

“I have an idea,” he prompted in the middle of the night.

I hummed, mildly disturbed by his clear voice. Really wanted things to be quiet right now. Lately, it seemed like he talked a lot.

“I’m going back to Atlanta really soon to film the next movie,” he went on, sitting up on his elbow. “What if you come with me?”

I didn’t say anything at first. I could barely process what he was saying. Sure, he made me feel like I was on cloud nine just a few minutes ago, but I wasn’t that high off the feeling. In fact, I felt like I just crash landed back to earth.

“Why?” I asked.

He shrugged. “Why not? Hey, maybe one of the producers could get you a job on set.”

Any sane person would probably jump at the chance. I, on the other hand, was just fighting the urge to get away from Tom right this second.

“Won’t that be risky, though? There would be a lot of people seeing us together, and I’m looking for a job that doesn’t require travel,” I said.

“It doesn’t have to be a permanent job. And… we can act like we don’t know each other or something. We can figure something out,” he insisted. “Come on, what do you think?”

I shrugged.

“What does that mean? What are you thinking?”

“It’s a big decision. Let’s say I do go with you, am I supposed to just wait around for you the whole time?” I wasn’t sure why I was getting defensive. “I mean, I preferred us being apart. I liked having my own life.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing.”

“Have you found a job yet?”

“Still looking.”

“I miss you.”

“Same.”

iii.

It felt like we had been trapped in my apartment for days, just silently arguing. I didn’t know what to tell him. I didn’t know how to make anything better. All I could think was that I should have just left it as a one night stand.

“Answer me,” he said in an almost helpless tone. “You’ve gotta give me something.”

Tom took a step towards me, to which I only stepped back in response. He sighed and began pacing around the living room. My body language was one of the many things about me that irritated him these days.

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” I finally told him.

“Anything. I just need to know what you’re thinking. You don’t want to come with me to Atlanta, is that it?”

God, not this again. We already had that fight, and I still wasn’t sure how I felt about it. We were already distant, why make it any worse by letting him go on his own to film his next big movie? At the same time, the idea of sharing a space with him and leaving my current location for months on end didn’t sound ideal, either. It could spark an idea in his head to permanently live together, which I was not ready for. I was surprised we still had this thing going on. I just didn’t know how to say any of that out loud without getting emotional about it. Emotions weren’t apart of the plan.

“Say something!” Tom raised his voice.

“I don’t know!” I replied in a similar tone. “I don’t know, okay? I just… I have never seen myself living with a, or my…”

“Boyfriend? You can’t even call me your boyfriend…” he said in disbelief. “Okay, fine. I'm not saying we have to live together after. I can go back to Atlanta, and you’ll stay here, far away from me. Then I’ll come back, and we’ll build everything from the ground up again. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

These questions were suffocating. I just wanted to curl up or run away. My mind was just foggy and full of static. This was overwhelming.

“No,” I told him. “I don’t want us to be apart.”

“Well, you have a shit way of showing it.”

There was a tense pause as those words sank in. My stomach was slowly dropping to my feet. I could feel myself turning into a shell.

“It’s almost like you want to break up with me,” Tom went on. “You don’t like it when I do… anything, really. You don’t want me to hold your hand, you don’t want me to kiss you. You don’t even wanna look at me. Did I do something wrong?”

No. Far from it, actually. That’s why this is so foreign to me.

I shook my head.

“Then what is it? You can’t keep leaving me in the dark like this. I, I’ve done so much for you. I extended my stay here for you. I paid your rent when you were out of a job. I got you a new one that you turned down, I’ve left my friends for you-”

“I never asked you to do any of that,” I snapped. “I’m not the one who wanted to continue seeing each other after that first night, remember? It’s not my fault your friends hate you now because you ditched them for some random girl, that’s all on you. And I never asked you for any financial help and I never asked you to get me another job. I don’t want to be ‘taken care of’ by you or your money or your connections. I don’t want to be dependent on you like that.”

“You don’t get it, do you? I want to support you, I don’t want you to worry about things like rent and university tuition. If you go with me to Atlanta, then you can get a job or something so you can be more independent and so you're not just waiting around for me. If that’s what you want, I mean. And you can go with me to whatever premiere or interview or shoot I’ve got going on. I want you there, I want these things for us.”

That meant he saw a future with me. I was so baffled and almost repulsed. It only made me want to run even more. Why did he want a future with me? What about me made that seem appealing to him? I didn’t understand.

“I’ve scared you even more, haven’t I?” he guessed when I didn’t say anything. And he claimed he didn’t know a single thing about me. “Well, darling, it’s been, how many months now? Don’t you ever wonder where we’re going? Don’t you think about the future?”

“I don’t like to,” I admitted.

Now Tom was rendered speechless. I didn’t necessarily mean it in the way he probably thought, but there was no turning back now. We were already in pain, and he was already angry at me.

“How are you so sure that I’m in your future?” I asked him. “How do you know we’ll stay together?”

“I just had a feeling,” he replied softly. “I know it’s scary, but you can’t think negatively about it.”

Well, there go our chances.

“You’ll be so far away,” I said, wanting to be realistic. “And we did all of this long distance crap already, and it was a mess… for you. And no good thing ever lasts, anyway. We could try it, sure, but who’s to say it’s gonna be better or easier this time around?”

“No one ever said it was going to be easy!” Tom said, clearly hurt. “And no good thing ever lasts? How… how do you live, thinking like that? I knew you weren’t a fucking ray of sunshine, but I didn’t think you would see us that way. If that’s what you’re thinking, then what the fuck are we doing here?”

I didn’t have anything to say to that. It was obvious that there was only one thing left to do, yet I still found myself hesitating, just in case he wanted to do the honors.

I woke up in a stranger’s bed a few days after he left. I wanted everything to be as if those months had never happened. He never came into my life, he never changed my life, he never made me feel anything. It just never happened. Tom was just a myth, and him being so far away only validated that in my head.

Standard daily procedure. Got out of bed, got dressed, and snuck out before my one night stand could even remember what they got down to last night. The dull ache that had been persisting in my chest mixed with the hangover. I just pretended that I was having some sort of diffused heart attack.

When I got home, I threw up in the bathroom. I blamed it on the hangover. Afterwards, I grabbed a bottle of whatever was in the fridge and let myself slip away.

It was hard to avoid seeing his face online. That, and knowing that he would probably be lurking, was my reason to delete all my social media. It’s not like I was a savvy Internet person, anyway. I was nothing important. I was just a random girl he hooked up with, I could only hope he would see me like that.

I didn’t want to think about him moping around once he got back to filming. I’d much rather think about him doing what I would do: sink himself into whatever he’s got going on to ease the pain and fill the emptiness. Then again, I could barely stand the thought of him hurting because of me. I was stuck.

There were still traces of him in my apartment. The couch I now lied on to drink away the sorrows was the same couch we spent a lot of our time on. My bed sheets still smelled like him, and as much as I hated it, I couldn’t bring myself to wash them. I wanted to get rid of all of it, but I also found myself clinging to every trace of him I found here.

One of my friends had to talk me out of selling my apartment and moving states. Another friend had to talk me out of getting a dramatic haircut. No one was there to talk me out of partying the pain away. Why would I do all of this because of one guy? Everything we had in the last few months was my fault. Why was I going to do stupid stuff if I was the one who said yes in the first place?

At least I got what I originally wanted: we were far away from each other, and he was going to forget about me in due time.

iv.

It took a lot of time for the pair to figure it out. It's important to know that there is no way they will get back together. Maybe they'll cross paths again, but there's no way to tell for sure. Maybe you only get that lucky once.

When Tom figured things out for himself, he was angry. He could say that he hated her for a while after things ended. But before that, he was wondering where he went wrong. Weren't you supposed to love and support your partner in their time of need? She did lose her job at the time, and it really hurt her. Tom supposed he couldn't blame her for the attitude she took on after. But he was trying to help her, cover some expenses, fly down and see her as often as he could. He just wanted things in their little world to be the least stressful as possible, for both of them.

He just wanted her to be happy, but according to her, that wasn't enough. Or, that's what it looked like at least. It's not like she ever talked about what was on her mind. She was just so closed off, and Tom didn't know why. Maybe someone hurt her in the past, maybe something made her this way. Maybe she was just an asshole with no feelings.

Despite that, Tom still cared for her. He still wanted to be there for her. The rare times she broke down a piece of her wall made everything worth it. Tom thought maybe he would be the one to break her walls entirely. It would take a lot of time, but he was willing to take it.

She wasn't having any of it. At times she would plainly turn him down just because she didn't want to get out of bed that day, making Tom fly to Los Angeles for nothing. Well, he could have gone to see his other friends, but she was the priority, and by that point, his friends weren't speaking to him.

Yeah, Tom sacrificed a lot for her, and she didn't seem to care. He was a fucking idiot for not seeing the break up coming. Things weren't ideal, but they had plenty of time to work on things. She didn't think of it like that, so she left.

Throughout time, he's tried to forgive her, he really has. She probably had some underlying problems that were too painful to talk about. You don't always know what's going on in someone's life, even if you're dating them.

Then, Tom learned that forgiveness is bullshit. Why shouldn't he be angry at her and at himself? Why shouldn't he be hurt by the way she treated him? He knew he deserved better than that! He knew he could find someone who would give what he gave back!

Nowadays, Tom is glad to be free of her, and he wondered why he didn't leave it at the night they met.

As for her, she would agree. Should have left things after the first night. Then she wouldn't have caused him so much pain.

She wasn't sure why she lashed out at nice people, it was a work in progress. There's a voice in her head telling her that these nice people are actually liars and that there's always a catch. That voice was easier to listen to.

Sometimes you just think so lowly of yourself that you can't accept that someone can love or care about you. So you just make them hate you.

Tom made that difficult, which later made her realize how kind and genuine he actually was. He always told her that he could wait, and he was way too understanding and accepting of her stupid self destructive ways. He even paid her rent, something she would never ask of him.

She knew she didn't deserve his kindness. She hardly did a thing for him, and part of that was because she couldn't. She wasn't as privileged as he was, and that was probably something that she didn't like about him.

Sometimes, you're just afraid of commitment, so you try not to get too attached to the other person, and as a result you end up being cold and distant.

Why not break up if you don't want to commit? Well, it's one foot in and one foot out with this girl. She didn't hate Tom, she didn't want to not be with him. She just couldn't join in with what Tom wanted for them. She couldn't think about the plans she had the next day, let alone where she would be a year from now. It was just a tad overwhelming and suffocating.

Therapy is hard. She's had to face her own flaws and try to do something about them. She's starting to realize that maybe hurting other people to keep them away isn't the healthiest thing. She's trying to figure out why she does those things.

The only thing is, even when she's resolved all this bullshit, it's not gonna change what happened with Tom.

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland fanfic #tom holland x reader #oofs in the chat pls laid ease #i feel weird writing abt tom #bc i started obsessing over him after that breakup #yknow to cushion the blow #so now i associate him with this gross depression n the person i first saw hoco with :(#i adore tom but writing abt him feels weird to me :(#which sucks bc hes such a muse

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Klance Rec Part 2

Hello and welcome back to another Klance rec! Since the last rec was a success I have decided to make another one. I just wanna say a huge thank you to everyone, you were all super sweet and enthusiastic about the last list :)))). For any newcomers, I will link the first rec list here. Without further adieu, lets begin!

Roommates by manamune

Summary: (13:24) Lance: Thank you!! Love you, Keith!!!

(13:55) Keith: I’m screenshotting that for the next time you deny it.

One of very first Klance fics!! Klance become roommates and they’re hella cute. Idk what else to say that’s really it.

Would You Like Fries With That? by DeerstalkerDeathFrisbee

Summary: “Hello, welcome to Burger King, can I take your order?” And that’s about when it all comes crashing down on him, and like a tidal wave of terrible, Lance realizes, on an emotional level, how truly awful his day was. For no good reason at all other than here’s a human voice – steeped in apathy perhaps, but not overtly antagonistic – and literally all he wants is a little human comfort… he starts sobbing in the Burger King drive-thru.

Keith is a junior in high school just trying to get through working the midnight shift at Burger King when Lance staggers into his life. The course of true love is a freaking disaster.

I laughed my ass off holy. I can picture this happening so vividly it was such a fun read. Plus, high school klance is fricken cute as hell so squishy and fluffy.

it had to be you by Redburn

Summary: Keith and Lance are both professors at Garrison University.

“... I remember Lisa saying it was when you ship two people together, romantically, for your own enjoyment. I’m sure…” Shiro trails off when he sees Keith’s eyes start to grow impossibly wide. “Uh, Keith?”“What the fuck?” Keith manages, his heart suddenly beating faster, his face warming up despite himself. “They ship Lance and me romantically?”

YOO. Basically all of Keith and Lance’s kids ship them and its a good time. I love oblivious Keith honestly, oblivious Keith is the best Keith.

Dorks by GriffinRose

Summary: Inspired by a post on Tumblr!

Lance is the only one listening to the current presentation, and oh boy is it something to listen to. The kid has been rambling on about aliens for ten minutes and he is trying so hard not to laugh. So hard. Turns out the kid didn't even think Lance was paying attention, so when he finds out Lance was he books it. Like, as fast it takes Lance to turn his head, that kid was gone.Keith wants to die. The Hot Guy in his bio class was actually listening to him talk about aliens. That's it. He's done. Kill him now. Poor Shiro is just trying to keep his little brother sane.

AGAIN YO. You know how I said oblivious Keith is the best? Whelp embarrassed Keith is also fuckin great. Honestly now that I’m in Uni I relate to this so hard, its really a fun read.

Hearts Don’t Break Around Here by klancekorner

Summary: Lance and Keith have been best friends since first grade. Lance’s brain is always on overdrive and Keith’s blunt, realistic ass can never keep up. They both come to realize that sometimes you can learn a lot about loving yourself by loving someone else.

So this is a longer one, its over 130K but don’t let that deter you please. This fic is so good and everything a friends to lovers klance AU should be. I cannot scream about this fic enough its like a young adult romance novel, honestly I’m shitting its so good.

Better than coffee by Anonymous

Summary: Lance can’t help but linger around a perpetually grumpy-looking employee who works at the nearby teahouse. Keith, despite all the Yelp reviews, turns out to be surprisingly kind. Lance starts coming every day—although he insists it’s only for the boba.And to complain about the customer service, of course.

Hehehehehe grumpy and soft Keith mixed with Lance being Lance. A shorter fic to last one on this list its really sweet and fluffy please enjoy.

Shut Up and Dance With Me by wittyy_name

Summary: Lance and his friends have been regulars at the Altea Dance Studio for years. Not just for classes, but to hang out, practice, and spend time with good people who love dancing. Every year, they audition to be one of the few representing Altea at the regional dance competition. Lance always auditions solo, but this year he misses out on auditions and blows his chance to participate. And so does his self-proclaimed rival, Keith. Luckily, Shiro comes up with a brilliant plan: convince Lance and Keith to audition as a duo. With a little convincing, and a lot of effort, these two might just be able to pull it off and go to regionals... or they might crash and burn.

This fic is the real deal holy crap. wittyy_name my god istg one of the best klance writers out there. The relationship built up from enemies to lovers and the sexual tension omg this fic is a masterpiece js. I cannot stress enough read anything klance by wittyy_name and you will be happy. This fic also has art!!!

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All the Way Down by speaks

Summary: “You make it sound like we’re going into battle,” Hunk laughed worriedly on Lance’s other side. “I thought this was like, some kind of carnival.”A chortle bubbled of out Coran’s throat as he slapped his side in amusement. “Some kind of carnival, he says! What an understatement! Allura, I think it’s high time to show the paladins precisely how and where we’re going to be spending the next three days. After you, Princess.”A happy, childlike grin rapidly overtook Allura’s regal professionalism, and then a brilliant chink of light shone into the castle hall as she opened the front doors to the mountain they’d landed on twenty minutes ago.Lance went slack-jawed as his eyes adjusted to the white-blue light of Krossin’s distant neutron star, and he almost stumbled as he and the other paladins followed Allura and Coran out onto the grass to take in the view laid out before them. This place was a utopia.

This is a more recently written klance fic in comparison to some others on this list but oh man. Basically klance being all cute out on a date on an alien planet. The build up omg and fluffffff I was squealing.

Red is the Coldest Color by EnglishCivilWar

Summary: Keith’s startled look had quickly turned to one of annoyance. “You’re in my way,” he stated. Lance blinked uncomprehendingly. Keith let out a groan. “Lance, MOVE.”(In which Lance is an epic fail at flirting, Keith is an oblivious walnut, and the rest of the team collectively groans and sighs.)

Oblivious Keith is back kids!!

Love Bug by Cour104

Summary: While exploring an alien planet, Lance get's bit by a strange bug whose venom causes him to fall in love with the first person he sees. Of course that person had to be Keith. I've seen a lot of fics based the Love Bug AU where Keith is bitten by the bug and I thought: What if Lance is bitten?

Literally out of all of the fics I’ve read about klance and the lovebug AU this one wins. It’s almost always Keith that gets bitten but I really loved reading the story from a POV of Lance being bitten it was great.

Make Me Your Home by Reader115

Summary: “Oh my god, Keeeith,” Lance wheezed. “Keith you’re the best drunk space cadet I’ve ever seen.”“Space cadet,” Keith mumbled. He repeated the words again although his eyes had zeroed in on Lance’s hands and Lance offered no resistance when Keith picked one of them up and pulled it possessively towards his lap. He began to gently trace over Lance’s fingers, sending shivers up Lance’s arm and down his spine. “You have looong fingers,” Keith murmured after a few moments.Keith’s face perked up then, as if he’d just had a brilliant idea, and Lance could almost not wait to hear what new obscure thought had entered Keith’s pretty head. He was prepared to laugh, and instead found himself shivering again as Keith leaned far into his personal bubble, lips practically touching Lance’s ear when he spoke next.“I bet you could reach all kinds of things, Lance.”

Set in season 2. These boys crushin hard even if they don’t realize my god.

Your Love Has Shown Me Proof by freshia

Summary: “This situation is a bit more complicated than we initially realized.”Lance raises an eyebrow, but Pidge is the one to question that. “Define complicated.”Allura takes no more time beating around the bush, “Well, I received a transmission. Keith and Lance--from the future, that is--would like to have their daughter back."or: Lance and Keith deal with a walking spoiler, in the form of a little girl who just wants to get back to her own home.

Klance and a kid oh my god. Watching the teenage versions of klance deal with a child was so pure and their reaction to them being married in the future, priceless.

time out of mind by aknightley

Summary: Keith and Lance wake up married. In the future. He lays there a moment, processing the faint throbbing in his head, a strange bitter taste like lemons in his mouth. When he opens his eyes, the room spins wildly into a kaleidoscope of colors, so he closes them again, breathing in and out until he feels less like he might throw up. He suddenly registers a warm weight over his waist, and lifts his head to see a brown arm thrown over him. It looks startlingly familiar, but different, bigger than he remembers, more toned. Keith turns all the way around and comes face to face with Lance sleepily blinking his own eyes open.

Another future marriage fic. These awkward little beans omg its really cute.

Cheeky by rideahorse

Summary: Keith pinches his eyes shut, slamming the book down again and swiveling to face Lance. “Oh my god,” he groans, standing up and crossing the two feet between them before Lance can get out a word. He grabs Lance’s face between his hands (perhaps a bit rougher than needed, but hey, he’s always wanted to slap Lance’s stupid face) and the last thing he sees is an expression of pure surprise before he leans down and presses his lips against Lance's.It’s a peck, and it lasts a second, and then it’s over. Keith leans back, releasing Lance’s face, and hisses, “There.”

Cute and short fic basically just klance kissing with some feelings involved. The summary really says it all.

Well, we’ve made it to the end of this rec list. As always, please rec me fics I love getting recommendations. I loved reading all of your comments from the last list so please keep them coming, I love to hear from all of you, so feel free to message or ask a question. Hope you’re all doing well, until next time :)

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boww-tiez · 5 years

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Spend Some Time

Back again! This one’s a bit different. Set in the past. Colby is like seventeen, and so are you, setting is around 2014. It’s more of a fluffy friendship fic with a bit of cute romance at the end because I’m a sap. Involves some 2019 Snapchat as well since I did not have Snap in 2014 and I don’t know any differences between then and now. Anyways, please enjoy!

Warnings: Some swearing (probably? It’s late rn)

Word Count: 2,492

I just want to spend some time alone with somebody...

You added the sentence to your Snapchat story, the background just a photo of your wall- too dark in the room to make out details, so it was just a black screen. You flopped back against your pillows with a groan. It was late, twelve AM at least. You didn’t think too much of the snap, you hadn’t really expected anything to come out of it. People posted things like that all the time, right?

So, you were very surprised when something hit your window after about ten minutes of playing on your cell phone. The quiet clinking noise of the object made you sit yourself up on the bed. Curiosity got the better of you, so you slowly walked towards the window- hesitant of seeing some kind of threat waiting outside the window like in all the stupid horror movies your friends made you watch.

You didn’t know what you’d expected to find outside your window at twelve AM, but it certainly wasn’t your neighbor. Colby stood close to your house, staring up at your window with a grin.

“What are you doing?” You laughed after opening your window.

“I’m getting your attention,” Colby explained. He fidgeted with a small pebble between his fingers before lifting his hand and throwing it at your window effortlessly. The little rock clinked perfectly against the glass, missing you entirely before dropping to the grass.

“Hey, quit it. My mom will be pissed if you crack the glass,” you laughed once more. You were shocked, quite honestly. You didn’t know what was happening, or why it was.

You and Colby were friends, of course- you were neighbors who were both seventeen and the two of you had lived side by side for as long as you can remember. But, the two of you hadn’t been close since the start of high school. Colby had met Sam and the two were practically inseparable- and the Vine thing took up a lot of his time. The two of you simply went different directions.

“What are you doing here?” You asked finally. Colby was stood waiting, eyes searching the ground for another pebble.

“We should go out,” Colby said, eyes shining in the dark as he glanced at you.

“Now?” you questioned, confusion in your voice.

“I just want to spend some time alone with you,” Colby grinned. It took you a second, but you couldn’t help but shake your head and laugh at yourself as you linked his words back to your Snapchat story.

“Colby, my mom would never let me leave,” you raised an eye brow at him, leaning forwards to rest your elbow on the window sill, and your cheek against your palm.

“And you think my mom would?” Colby snorted a laugh, launching another pebble at you. You caught the small stone, setting it on the sill as you smiled at the boy on the ground. “Come on, Y/N. Live a little. Sneak out. Come hang out with meee...”

After a moment’s thought, you swung a leg out the window and carefully crawled down the side of your house. You relied on the gutter pipe, as you shimmied down the two-story house. Colby helped you safely to the ground by a gentle hold on your hips when you were in arm’s reach.

You quietly adjusted your clothing, pulling your sweatshirt down, and attempting to wipe off the dirt from some moss that had been on the pipe off your pants. You looked towards Colby, who slowly lifted his finger to his lips and he held his hand out for you to take.

When your hand landed in his, he tightened his grip and pulled you quickly from your yard. Colby opened to the passenger’s side door of one of the cars in his driveway, and gestured for you to get in. You slipped into the seat, pulling your door shut as Colby rounded to the driver’s side. The two of you remained silent as Colby started the car- both wincing as the vehicle hummed to life.

“So, what are we doing?” You questioned, once Colby had turned off your guy’s street.

“You know, I’m kind of hungry,” Colby tilted his head, eyes drifting off the road to glance at you before shifting back, “how about some Don’s?”

“I’m always up for some McDonalds,” you grinned.

It was still pretty unbelievable. Colby was literally going out of his way, sneaking out of his house- all because of a Snapchat story? The two of you barely talked face-to-face, both busy with your own lives.

“I’m buying, since I forced you to sneak out,” Colby told you, as he pulled into the drive thru lane. You went to argue, but the McDonalds employee interrupted you. Colby took that as a win as he flashed a victorious grin your way.

“Hmm, twenty nuggets-” Colby continued to list off your guy’s order. You were kind of surprised that he still remembered what you like from McDonalds- the last time you’d gone together probably would’ve been eighth grade. He got every detail right, down to the kind of fountain drink you liked. Colby paid, flashing you a grin as he swiped his debit card.

The two of you waited, filling the car with laughter and friendly banter as your food was being made. You were both in light, happy moods when finally, a paper bag was passed through the windows and two medium fountain drinks followed shortly after.

“Where do you want to eat?” Colby questioned. You shrugged, maneuvering the bags so they were in between your feet, safe from falling over and spilling everywhere.

You watched quietly as Colby lifted one of the drinks, taking a sip, before handing it to you.

“I wish they’d say which was which- that's your drink,” Colby laughed. You laughed as well, taking a drink and humming at the taste of your favorite soda. You swapped the two drinks so Colby’s was now in the cup holder closer to him, and yours in the cup holder nearest to you.

The two of you settled into a comfortable silence. It was nice to just be in the company of your oldest friend, listening to the hum the car engine and watching each streetlight pass by- the relaxing pattern of on and off light and dark.

“Think we should eat here?” Colby asked when he parked the car. You’d barely noticed you’d stopped, having zoned out in the peaceful atmosphere.

You glanced around your surroundings quickly, a small smile curling on your lips at the nostalgia of the parking lot.

“I haven’t been here in years,” you told him. The playground looked much older than you remembered- weathered down by the climate of Kansas.

“The last time I came here, was... well, it was with you, I think,” Colby informed, a cheeky smile on his face, “you good staying here? We can go somewhere else if you’d like?”

“Let’s eat here. Then I’m sure I can still beat you at a race to the slide.” You grinned, reaching down to pick up the bags.

“Okay now, we both know one of us always won those races, and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t you.” Colby smirked, taking a fry from the bag and popping it in his mouth.

“Oh, you are so on, Brock. I’ll beat your slow ass just like I always used too.”

“We’ll see about that!”

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“Okay, Okay- you win! I surrender,” Colby gasped, huffing out a deep breath.

You laughed, hopping onto the top of the play structure and leaning over the edge to mock him. The place was abandoned, neglected over the years. It definitely wasn’t as popular as it used to be, but the late hour ensured that the two of you would be alone.

“Aw, Colbs, was I too fast for you?” You teased in a baby voice.

“Yeah,” he whined with a playful pout. You giggled, sitting down and sliding down the slide that had been a lot more thrilling a few years back.

“That was anticlimactic,” you mumbled, looking up at Colby who was stood in front of the slide.

“Y/N, you’re the same length as the slide now,” Colby laughed. These slides were meant for toddlers. He reached forwards to help you up, and you dusted off your ass after letting go of his hands.

“You know what never changes?” You grinned, rocking on your feet in excitement.

“No, what?”

“The swings! Come, come! I’ll beat you again Colby!” You took off without waiting for Colby to reply. You beat him again, of course. You seated yourself on the flexible plastic seat, kicking yourself off to just barely swing yourself back and forth as Colby finally arrived at the swing set.

“Colbs, you should push me! Remember when you did that when we were little? Your mom always thought it was adorable.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Colby groaned, but you could hear the smile in his voice. You felt Colby’s hands grasp the chains of the swing on either side of you, and then he was pushing you forwards. You couldn’t help but smile- you had missed swinging, and you had missed Colby... a lot more then you thought you had.

You felt tingles run up your spine as his hands settled against the small of your back for those few seconds it took for him to push you forwards again. He repeated that a few more times until he was happy with your height before seating himself next to you and attempting to catch up to you.

“You know, I haven’t just chilled like this in forever,” you told Colby, turning to look at him, only to see him already looking at you.

“Yeah, I know what you mean. High school has been hectic. And Sam and I are crazy busy with Vine and everything,” Colby explained, lifting his hand from the chain of his swing to push his fair out of his face.

“How is that Vine thing?” You questioned. You had seen some of them- or, well, all of them. But you didn’t really understand the app.

“It’s actually really good. Sam and I are gaining followers like crazy- and my Twitter is starting to take off as well.” Colby beamed. He looked so happy talking about his social medias, and his smile made you happy.

“That’s great to hear,” you smiled. You were happy that he was happy, but also sad that his apps were taking him away from you- and Sam was too, but every guy needs a guy best friend. You really couldn’t fault Sam for taking up Colby’s time.

The two of you sat on the swings for a while. Swinging at the same time. Changing so you were passing each other in the middle as you went opposite directions. Attempting to link hands and swing left and right instead of back and forth. And just having a good time overall until you both started getting tired of kicking your legs out.

“We should head back soon,” you yawned; feet brushing against the ground, slowly stopping yourself.

“I had one more thing I wanted to do, but we can do that here too,” Colby informed, standing up from his swing. He once again held his hand out, sending you a small tired smile. You took his hand and he pulled you up off the swing as well. He led you to the car, but gestured to the hood, instead of the door.

“Let’s watch the stars,” he whispered, voice low as he pulled himself onto the hood- patting the spot beside him before leaning back to his back was flat against the windshield.

You copied him, resting up against the windshield as well, but letting you head fall to his shoulder instead of the hard glass. Your sides touched and the cool metal of the car cooled your body.

“I love watching the stars out here, they’re always so bright and beautiful.” Your eyes trailed the night sky, searching for any constellations, but coming up empty. You shifted your gaze to look at Colby, who was looking up.

It felt different being around him now. He was different. He was more... grown up? You had always had the slightest crush on him- and it seems that now it was starting to bloom into something more. Colby had always been your friend; he was always there for you- even now. That innocent little snapchat story- anyone else would’ve looked right past it, but Colby was here with you now- hours past curfew.

“Hey, Colbs...” you mumbled softly. The boy looked towards you, focus shifting from the sky to you, “I wanted to thank you for tonight... I was just feeling a bit down earlier. I didn’t expect anything as amazing as this to come from my Snap.”

“Y/N, I’ve actually been looking for an excuse to come over and talk for so long...” Colby admitted, looking down at his lap before glancing at you, “There’s actually something I’ve wanted to ask you for so long.”

“What is it?” you tilted your head, full attention on your friend.

“Well, heh. I’ve kind of liked you for a while now. Sam has been trying to get me to grow a pair and just ask you out- but I wanted it to be something more special than just texting you, or asking you out at your locker.” Colby confessed, his cheeks brightening to a pale pink colour. “Your snap just seemed like the perfect opportunity to spend some time with you... I’ve missed you. I don’t want to not see you all the time like we’ve been doing since high school started.”

“I missed you too, a lot actually. We used to be so close, and then we just kind of drifted. We’ve always been friends, no matter how long we go without talking and... truth be told, I’ve liked you for a bit now too...”

“Really?” Colby perked up, eyes bright and smile wide. “Do you want to be my girlfriend then?”

“I do,” you grinned. You leaned up to press a kiss to Colby’s cheek, then a little further to lightly peck his lips.

“I should get you home now, our parents will freak out if they find us gone- and it is almost three in the morning.” Colby spoke, voice low and sad. He slid himself off the hood, moving to stand in front of you.

“Maybe we can hang out tomorrow or something? Or do something with Sam?” you suggested. You had met Sam before, you had classes with him and he seemed like a nice guy, so you were open to hanging out with the duo. “Maybe you guys can even teach me Vine?”

“Anything for my girl,” Colby’s replied, grin wide as he helped you off the car with a quick peck to your cheek, “anything for you.”

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secret-rendezvous1d · 5 years

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D E C E M B E R 4 T H

REQUEST What if the missus gives Harry a gift on December 1st and it’s like an advent calendar but each day is a new position/place to have sex up until Christmas.

This is quite a short little something; I apologise.

I didn’t have too much time to write this one properly and I’ve got a few busy days coming up so I need to write a lot of other stories for Blogmas so that I can post them on a queue without needing to be here - there may a chance that a few more of the stories will be short and sweet but straight to the point in what was requested.

My mobile masterlist also unlinked all my links so I’ve got that to work on, too, so I’m all a bit rushed around. There will be a new masterlist coming that you will be able to access as soon as possible; you just need to bear with me on that.

Feedback is welcomed, as always - please let me know what you think of my pieces, send me any constructive criticism you think would help out, any ways to make my writing better, anything. It really helps me and keeps me motivated to write and we get to work as a team to make things better, for me to write and for you to read.

Enjoy! x

D e c e m b e r 1 s t 2 0 1 8.

The sweet smell of cinnamon filled the air.

And there was a distinct smell of fragrant dates and fruity currants and a thick scent of rum that had been mixed together in a bowl, baked in the oven and laid to rest underneath a thick and white-fondant marzipan, packing in a tin and ready to be devoured on Christmas Day with cream or custard. Every moment he took a deep inhale, his belly seemed to rumble from just how gorgeous their home smelt.

This time of the year was his favourite time of the year; it always had been, ever since he was a little boy and old enough to understand what the spirit of Christmas was and just who Santa Claus was to the world. He loved when the weather got colder and he could bundle up in warm jumpers and wear woollen socks around the house to keep his toes warm, without someone commenting on why the hell he was dressed so warmly; when the nights got longer and the sun set in the afternoon and gave the atmosphere a certain darkness that was dark enough for people see the Christmas lights decorating the high streets; it made him feel feel so warm and cosy and brought out the best in him; the weather made him feel happy and excited to be able to spoil his loved ones with gifts that showed his affection. And when it came to his wife, he loved that he could spoil her with all of his love and all of his affection and he could give her any length and any type of cuddle during the day and could have all the intimacy, in the world, that always seemed to spike when this time of year came around - the cold always did something to their hormones... but they weren’t complaining. Christmas meant he was surrounded by his friends and his family, Jeffrey gave him weeks off of work to be there in the cold heart of London, and he loved that he could take advantage of that.

Time off meant he could do the things he had always dreamed of doing with a partner, for his own home, to celebrate the holiday that they were planning to spend together. Christmas-tree shopping in garden centres and taking the tube to see the lights of Oxford Street whilst doing some window-shopping along the way, jumping in the car and singing Christmas songs on the drive to a 24-hour drive-thru that they had been craving and hopping on a train to head down to Surrey so they could spend time with the ones they didn’t see so much and could devour a roast with his aunt and uncle, gathering with their friends and hitting Hyde Park’s Winter Wonderland for the night... with a busy schedule all year around, it felt nice to have the end of year to recuperate.

Evie purred on his lap as he nudged the tips of his fingers into the top of her head, rough but gentle enough, as the feline idly smiled with delight. Her tiny, black and white paws pawing at the polyester of his plaid pyjama bottoms and her claws catching the threads as she pushed against his thighs to find a comfier position; her ears twitching every so often when the tinkle of bells filled the silent living room, after having echoed around the kitchen, from a radio station that YN had switched on to use as background noise whilst baking a variety festive goods. Her whiskers tickling the underside of his wrist before she curled up in the dip where his thighs met. Socked feet kicked up on the arm, slippers kicked off and paired together underneath the coffee table, and the blanket, that was previously tucked up around his body to keep him warm, was thrown over the back of the sofa.

“Surprised you’re not out in the kitchen with your mum whilst she’s got all the food out. Forever trying to nick the currants from my porridge in the mornings, little lady,” he hummed, catching Evie’s drowsy face, giving her head a blurring shake before resting her chin on the pudge of his stomach, “did you just fancy a cuddle with daddy, huh? Fancied watching the telly? Or are you here because I give you too much fuss? You’re a spoilt little darling. Spent far too long with your Nana Anne, haven’t you? Whilst mummy and daddy were off travelling the world on tour. Demanding lots of love.”

“Will you stop talking to the cat? She won’t ever respond,” he heard from the room adjacent to him, a hint of a smile in her voice, and he dragged a curled finger down the cheek of Evie’s furry face, “and, now that you’re awake and no longer milking how tired you are, will you come and help me with this? It’s difficult to take photos along the way and I can’t keep switching between mixing and kneading and taking photos. My camera is getting all mucky. You’ll have to buy me a new one for Christmas.”

“Would you be so upset if I said that Elf has just started and that I want to watch it so badly because I’ve been looking forward to December for this exact moment?” His attention drifted to the television screen that brought up a scene of Will Ferrell dressed in a bright green elf-costume, with yellow accents, and looking to be the tallest in a situation that he just he didn’t belong in amongst the other of Santa’s helpers; it had been his favourite film for as long as he could remember. One that he liked to curl up and watch when his school day had finished, eating a fresh batch of muffins that his mother had made during the morning. One that he liked to watch with his sister on Christmas Eve whilst drinking hot chocolates and chucking marshmallows at one another as the quoted the most iconic lines. One that he could recite off by heart and would drive his father insane because he just couldn’t help himself. And it was the one film that he wanted to show off to his children in the future - to sit down with his wife and his own children and eat treats that they made and drink hot chocolates, together and as a whole family, as they snuggled beneath a blanket and sat before the fire... and to know that YN, who was once the girlfriend that he had willingly shared the tiny glimpse of their possible future, loved the film almost as much as he did. “You know how much I love this film.”

“You know how much I love Elf, too,” he heard her huff, “why can’t we record it and then watch it later on? When we’re not doing anything and get to be lazy? We can order in a takeaway pizza and then drink hot chocolates with the tiny marshmallows that I have left over.”

“Can we eat whatever you’re making?”

The house had fallen silent and he only realised once he heard her slippers scuff along the floor, brushing her hands on the front of her, already dusted with flour and the odd flecks of dough, apron. A picture of an elderly lady, with thin-rimmed glasses and grey hair, who identified herself as Mrs Claus, was printed on the front with the words ‘Have Your ‘Elf A Merry Christmas’ - which had made him chuckle when he saw it in the store and had thought of how she would enjoy the pun just as much as he did - in beautiful, candy-cane coloured script that arched above her head. Her upper body leaning over the back of the sofa.

“Not all of what I’ve been,” she grinned, “there is a lot that I’ve made since you’ve been asleep and we don’t need your dicky tummy playing havoc over the next week or two-” she have the side of his belly a pat and got a side-eye from Evie who looked displeased at being woken from her sleep. “-I’ve got one box for us to share and then the rest I’m going to give to my parents when we see them this weekend, your sister and Michal when they come round tomorrow for lunch, your aunt and uncle when we go to their Christmas party next week, and your mum to take home when she comes up in a few days.” She ran a sticky hand over his forehead and brushed his fringe away from his forehead, little amounts of flour catching between the strands. “You look very cosy.”

“I would feel a lot cosier if you took a break from whatever you were doing and came and cuddled with me. It’s cold, I’m tired and me and Evie want you to come and take some time out,” he looked down at the cat, who was now purring and sending tiny vibrations through his belly, “she would agree if she was awake.”

“I’m sure she would,” his wife giggled and brought her hand from Harry’s flushed forehead to Evie’s soft fur. Stroking the patch between her two ears and digging her fingertips into her skull; her purrs sounding so loud and vibrating through her body, toe-beans flexing as her way of showing how pleased she was, “give me a few minutes. I’ll get my last batch in and cool the one that is in the oven and then I’ll be in.”

“Could you make some tea and bring that in, too?” He asked and she scoffed at his cheekiness, pinching his nose as it scrunched up and brought his eyes to a squint, “please? Mine went cold when I fell asleep.”

“Fine,” she sighed, “make some room for me.” She spun around and walked back towards the kitchen, halting abruptly in her path and turning her upper body to look over her shoulder, shooting him one last statement before she went back to her baking. “Oh, I have an important present to give you later, by the way. Don’t let me forget.”

And god, he didn’t forget.

‘An important present’ was all she needed to say to him to make sure that her instruction, on not letting it go forgotten when she didn’t remember, was handled correctly.

Okay, he may have forgotten until later in the evening... but, hey, he still remembered!

Stretched out upon the sofa, his ankles rested on YN’s thighs, crossed and with feet clad in the warmest of socks (that had been a tradition to wear, on the first of December, every year), his attention diverting between the television and the book held in his hands. Glasses on the bridge of his nose. She was busy scrolling through her phone, casually sipping on a glass of wine, his own glass sitting on the coffee table and a distinct difference from the tea he’d been sipping on throughout the afternoon. On the telly, someone had exchanged a gift to another and that was what had prompted him to remind her.

“S’this important present you need to give me?”

She gasped and almost spat her gulp of wine, holding her glass under her chin as she looked him, eyes wide and her hand in a rush to push his feet away from her. The soles hitting the floor as he swung his body around and sat up, closing his book and dog-earing the page, placing it on the shelf beneath the glass top, upon a pile of magazines and newspapers.

“Christ, yes. I forgot,” she muttered, setting her wine glass on the table and standing to her feet, leaving her phone behind on the sofa cushion as she darted in the direction of the stairs, “thanks for reminding me!”

“Couldn’t forget,” he snorted.

Through the floorboards, and the ceiling above him, he could hear her enter their bedroom and have a quick rummage around something - that he presumed to be the vanity drawers... - to find what she had hidden away from him. Skilfully, of course, because he used those vanity drawers and had yet to stumble upon anything that looked out of place. A wrapped present definitely being on that list.

She was quick back down the flight of steps, with something rattling in her hand, and he slipped his glasses back up his nose. A grin, that he tried to diminish but couldn’t because he rather excited to see what she had, sitting on his red-painted lips, teeth having turned purple around the gums from drinking the wine they’d cracked open, as his green eyes watched her every move.

“Someone spoke about this in a problem-page in a magazine I read at the hairdressers the other week. It was a suggestion on how to have better sex, and I know that we have great sex and it’s always adventurous and we get up to a lot, but I liked the idea and I thought it would be something you’d want to try out,” she smiled. A big in length, thin in width box was held in her hands, her eyes holding nerves as he took it from her, “it’s an advent calendar. Just, not the usual kind of advent calendar you would expect. No chocolate in it or anything.”

“An advent calendar that isn’t chocolate?” He gawked in disbelief, the wiggling of his fingers apprehensive as they picked at the flap and pulled it from within the cardboard, “what kind of awful advent calendar did you buy me?”

“It’s not awful!” She cried out.

“It has no chocolate. It’s awful,” he teased. Her body collapsing to the space beside him, with a heavy huff being pushed out powerfully from her lungs, with a frown on her face and her arms folded over her chest. She tried not to watch him as he opened it; it definitely wasn’t an awful present, let alone an awful advent calendar, but he was teasing her and she had to show how ‘frustrated’ that made her. But she couldn’t help but let her vision hide in the corner of her eyes, watching him discreetly as he pushed the cardboard to the floor and set the calendar on his lap. “It’s just... plain?”

“Open number one.”

His finger dragged along each closed door as he read each bold number that his tip passed over, stumbling upon number one and wasting no time in breaking the seal and opening the flap. The word ‘cowgirl’ in black cursive sitting heavy on his tongue; what on earth was this advent calendar and why did YN buy it for him, knowing he would ‘like it’? His green eyes homed a look of confusion as he looked between the white cardboard and her intrigued face, looking curiously as him, watching the cogs turn in his head as he tried to figure out what the hell she had gifted to him.

“Wha-”

“It’s a sex advent calendar,” she clarified, sitting up and leaning forward, elbows resting upon her knees. A cheeky grin on her mouth as he let out a scoff and laughed, cheeks flushing pink and looking back at the word printed on the small, square-shaped door. “You open this up, every day, and it tells us what position we should have sex in. Sometimes we can never decide and,” she reached over and squeezed his knee, “this way, it decides for us.”

“Like some strange magic-8 ball that decides people’s choices?” He snorted.

“Exactly like that, yeah,” she nodded, giggling sweetly as he shook his head from side to side with absolute disbelief, “not such an awful present now, is it, hm?”

He placed it on the coffee table and slung his arm around her shoulder, pulling her to his chest and pressing an open-mouthed kiss to her temple, groaning happily into her ear before falling to the sofa cushion and squeezing her to his body. Her legs curled up and her knees collided with his chest as she hugged him back with a tight grip.

“I take back all that I said. The best early-Christmas present, ever.”

#blogmas 2018 #harry styles imagines #harry styles prompts #harry styles blurbs #harry styles concepts #harry styles preferences #harry styles

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Had a dream that I was working at Mythical and got called into Rhett and Link's office. I thought I was in trouble and they were acting like I was gonna get canned, but turns out it was a birthday surprise party! It was the best! Could you write a little piece using that dream as a prompt?

Sounds like a lovely dream, nonnie! Here ya, go!

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You hadn’t been an employee at Mythical very long, but there was an almost home feeling about being there. Your co-workers were unique talented people from all corners of the world, they were good hardworking people.

The big bosses, Rhett and Link, were always busy with mounds of work an projects on the side, but they seemed okay as far as bosses went.

Subconsciously, you avoided them. Not that they did anything to intimidate you. But, past work experience had taught you to keep your head down and do your job and do it well and you’d never have to talk to them.

Stevie, the 2nd in command, was just as busy but far more approachable, always had a smile and greeting to you each morning seeing as you arrived to work at the same time.

Yes, Mythical was shaping up to be a good job with fun challenges so far.

•••••

On a hazy Thursday afternoon, you had just finished running errands with Chase, when you got a text from Stevie that read, “Could you please meet me in Rhett and Links office when you get back? Thank you!”

Chase glanced over your shoulder, “Uh oh, you’re in trooooouuuble, my friend.”

You slipped your phone back into your pocket, “I am? How?”

Chase sat the bags on the kitchen counter, “Three of the big bosses vs one employee, sounds bad.”

“You’re not wrong. Should I run out of here now or go see if you’re wrong?” Chase shurgged, “I can put the rest of the stuff away, you go ahead.”

He tapped your arm, “Also, I’m just playing with you. It’s probably nothing major.”

You nodded slowly, “Okay. Uh Chase?”

He paused, “Yeah?” You took a breath, “I-I don’t want to go into the office.”

He raised an eyebrow, “Why not? You nervous?”

You nodded, “Y-yeah.”

Chase placed a hand on your shoulder, “Its okay. Tell you what, I’ll walk with you there. You haven’t really talked to Rhett and Link much have you?”

Nodding you allowed Chase to lead the way.

Chase smiled, “They’re two, weird uncles from the south, that’s all. Nothing to be scared of.”

You paused at the office door, “What if they ask questions that I can’t answer?”

Chase elbowed you, “Don’t over think it.”

Chase knocked on the door and opened it for you, “Youll be fine, go on.”

••••••

Your fingers clasped the door as you peeked thru. Oddly enough, the office didn’t have a heavy oppressive feel to It. Green viney plants hanging down fro the loft, Merle Haggard Records on the focus wall and cozy furniture gave off a welcoming brightness drawing you in.

Rhett was at his desk “Hey, come on in.”

Link poked his head out from the other side of the door inches away from your face, “Hello!”

You gasped and jolted, jumping out of the doorway, back into the hall.

Rhett’s ‘ho ho’ laugh filled the office, “Link, you need to wear a bell, man.”

Link grinned gregariously as he opened the door completely and grabbed your forearm, “Come on in, girl. Don’t be shy.”

His grip was strong as he pulled you into the office showing no effort on his part, “Didn’t mean to startle you. Have a seat.”

Rhett gestured to the couch and sat beside you, “Sorry about Link. He’s unpredictable.”

You nodded and tried not to think about how intimidating it was to sit between two men who towered above you.

Link patted your back, “Hows your day been? Working hard?”

“Y-yes sir.”

Rhett folded his arms on his knees frowning slightly, “Thats what we like to hear. However we have a little problem.”

Your heartbeat picked up, “Problem? W-where is Stevie? I-I thought she was going to meet me here too.”

Link shrugged, “Stevie is out at the moment and asked us to take care of you until she got back.”

Rhett tipped his head, “Honestly, we’re not too happy that you weren’t up front with us.”

Link leaned forward. His bright blue eyes looking darker every second, "Yeah, something you didn’t tell us upon being hired.“

You tensed up, unsure as to what they were talking about, "A-am I in trouble? W-what did I do?"

Rhett’s voice deepened, "Big trouble.”

Link matched Rhetts dark tone, “You’re in for it today, girl.”

At this point, you were trembling. Terrified of what they were going to do. A small sob escaped your lips, “S-sorry, I’m sorry. I-I don’t know what I did. I’m sorry.” Your hands came up to cover your head as you shrunk down into the couch waiting for the worst.

•HOOONK•

A loud horn tooted from above and a symphony of voices shouted, “SUPRISE!! Happy birthday!”

Link pulled you upright by the shoulders, "Happy Birthday!“

Rhett clapped his hands together as laughter bellowed out of his chest, "Ha, ha! We had you going good! Happy Birthday, welome to the Mythical family!”

Links hands clasped your wrists, gently pulling them away from your head, “Hey, it’s your Birthday, girl! Don’t hide.”

You looked up in the loft and saw almost all the crew members and Stevie with noise makers and birthday hats on waving at you. As they flowed down the stairs Rhett pulled you to his side into a hug, “You’re shaking, hopefully with joy. We wanted you to feel welcome and appreciated today. Stevie informed us that today was your special day so we did something special.”

Link elbowed you, “You didn’t tell anyone either! Just waltzing about your day like normal. Not a word. But, we have ways of finding out.”

Rhett rolled his eyes, “Yeah, a super secret way called Facebook.”

As your eyes surveyed all the smiling faces looking down at you, a warm rush of happiness washed over you, “Oh wow, y-you all are the best. Thank you."

You stood up and gave Stevie a hug. She laughed, "Sorry about the vague text, but I had to get you in here somehow without suspicion.

Chase kept you busy so we could sneak out and get you a cake and treats.”

Exhaling shakily you laughed, “The way Rhett and Link were talking, I thought they were about to fire me or kill me. I couldn’t tell the difference.”

Everyone chuckled Link leaned on your shoulder, “Oh yes, horrible. Look out, the big scary bosses might get you a cake. Oooo scary.”

Rhett patted your head, “That was intentional, to get you worked up. And well, it worked. But at least you get sugar out of the deal. Ha!”

Cake, ice cream, cards and presents all in the lunch lounge awaited you courtesy of your adopted mythical crew family and two crazy adopted mythical uncles.

#Rhett and Link #Hey Nonny Nonny #anonymous #asks and answers #mythical #mythicalbeast #drabble #short story

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escapingreality1992 · 5 years

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The Calm Effect of Hearts Ch. 6

Abigail’s POV

I spent a week in the hospital, the doctors making sure no infection spread into my wounds. I didn’t mind, especially since Bucky came by every night and one Avenger stood guard each day to protect me from other enemies if need be. Natasha and Steve even visited a couple of hours each day; I was happy to see my friends’ faces.

What I found odd was Tony coming around to find out where my apartment was located and having me sign different things without telling me the contents of the documents. The only thing he revealed t me was the fact that he hired me to help clean around the compound the Avengers had recently moved into; after the events that happened to me, they thought it best to move locations.

I felt guilty thinking it was my fault they had to so, even with both Bucky and Tony assuring me it wasn’t. They didn’t blame me for what happened, telling me it was better if they could be somewhere more private anyway, the tower being too public for anyone who had a reputation as big as theirs.

The day of my release from the hospital, I was greeted by Natasha and Bucky, glad to see them and relieved to finally be leaving the place.

“We’re here to break you out. Time to go home, Abigail. Now you’ll be able to have better food and a more comfortable bed,” Natasha informed me, a huge smile on her face.

“I have to get dressed first. I could use a little help though,” I commented, gesturing to my cast that was held up by a sling.

“Which is why brought you a change of clothes,” Bucky stated, holding up a black duffle bag. Nat took the bag out of his grasp and helped me to the bathroom. In the bad was an olive green tank top, gray sweatpants; he also brought other essentials like deodorant, a brush, and undergarments. I slid on the underwear and sweatpants with ease but had Natasha help with the rest.

“Here, I got you some sandals to slip on as well. I’m afraid we have to take you out in a wheelchair but we’re escorting you home in a car, no wheelchair meeting you when you get there,” She told me. We walked out and I sat in the chair; I was rolled down the hallway by Bucky, saying goodbye to all the doctors and nurses who took care of me during my stay.

Outside a black car awaited us, Bucky helping me get in the back with him, Natasha sitting in the front passenger seat; Tony was in the driver’s side.

“Abby! Good to see you. Has anyone told you where you’ll be going today? Ah, before I forget, I’ve got you your new phone with all of our contact information in there. Barnes is your primary person to contact of course, followed by Steve, Natasha, and then me,”

“It’s privacy protected too in order to stop others from seeing out information should you get captured again. Doubtful, since we’ll be able to protect you more. I-,”

“Tony, not that I mind you explaining things but I’d really like to go home now. No, scratch that, I want to get some food first and then go home,” I interrupted him, receiving an exaggerated sigh from him. He was the only one to call me Abby instead of my full name like everyone else.

“All right, food first. What would you like? He asked me, pulling out from the hospital.

“Hmm…I wouldn’t mind a bacon cheeseburger and fries at the moment. Oh, and maybe a strawberry milkshake as well,” I responded.

“Now you’re speaking my language,” Tony commented. I laughed, laying my head against Bucky’s shoulder.

“Stretch out if you’d like. I’m not going anywhere,” Bucky told me, wrapping his arm around me and kissing the top of my head. Snuggling closer, I propped up my legs on the rest of the seat, my free hand linked with Bucky’s. Tony drove to a drive thru picking up my request along with something for the others in the car, handing Bucky and me our bags and drinks.

Sipping my milkshake, I noticed Tony was headed in the opposite direction of my apartment. Leaning over the seat, I tapped him on the arm.

“Tony, you’re the wrong way. I thought you’ve been to my-,”

“You don’t live there anymore, which is why I asked if anyone’s told you where we’re heading. Sit back and relax. It’s a surprise. A good one, don’t worry,” he told me, a huge smile plastered on his face. Confused, I leaned back into Bucky, popping another fry into my mouth. We entered the countryside, Tony pulling up to a large building with a glass front to it; my jaw dropped open at the site of it.

“Welcome home Abigail,” Bucky stated, helping me out of the car, his arm wrapping around my waist.

“I don’t understand. Am I living with…all of you? I’m not an Avenger. I’m not even sure I’m qualified to live here,” I commented, staring at the massive building.

“We came to a decision that it would be better if you stayed with us. We can protect you this way and you’d see Barnes every time we come back from a mission. You have your own room too, but if you’d rather move into Barnes’ room, we can make that arrangement as well,” Tony said, taking our empty food containers and throwing them away in the trashcans sitting out front.

“Natasha, Steve and Bucky helped your stuff here. It’s all taken care of. You’re like family to us and we’d love to have you here with us,” Tony explained, walking us inside.

The interior was amazing; it had a huge kitchen, the living room connected to it, the neutral gray walls matching with the black hardwood floors. The building was two stories, bedrooms located on the second story. Everything was completely magnificent; it brought tears to my eyes.

“I don’t know what to say. How can I even repay you for this?” I remarked, swiping away a stray tear that rolled down my face.

“Say you’ll stay with us. You don’t have to repay anything. I mean, you’ve brought comfort to us all and you even protected us without being an Avenger. Bucky will pretty glad to have you near him as a bonus point,” Nat said, squeezing my hand. I nodded, Bucky asking if I wanted a tour of the building. I accepted and we left Tony and Natasha talking in the kitchen.

There were two labs, one for Bruce and one for Tony, a huge garage where their transportation was parked. He showed me the training room, the theater room which had a separate recreational room attached to it. The last stop we toured were the bedrooms, mine next to Bucky’s, similar to the time I stayed in the tower the first night with the Avengers.

“Did you want to move into my room? We could slowly move things tomorrow if you’d like. I know you must be tired from the hospital,” Bucky asked me, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.

“Tomorrow,” I agreed, exhaustion taking its toll on me. I wanted to lie down and take nap, leaning against Bucky afraid I might fall over.

“Why don’t you get some rest?” he suggested, opening the door to his room, leading me inside towards the bed. I slipped off my sandals, Bucky helping me get under the covers, the soft material of the sheets resting against my skin. I grabbed his wrist when he turned to leave, wanting his warmth more than anything.

“Stay. Please,” I said, yawning. He nodded, pulling off his jacket, slipping off his shoes and socks; he sidled up behind me, draping an arm over my torso, shifting me close to his body.

“Close your eyes. Let yourself drift off,” he whispered, the last words I heard as I faded off to dreamland.

Bucky’s POV

Once Abigail had fallen asleep, I quietly slipped out of the bed, exiting the room. I shut the door so no one would disturb her, returning downstairs where the others were hanging out in the living room. I had plans to have our first official date here; I wanted to cook for her, share a glass of wine with her; I wanted it to be as romantic as possible. First, I needed to get rid of everyone in the compound; I wanted to be alone with her, no one to ruin the perfect moment to kiss her.

“Hey, Bucky. I heard Abigail got released from the hospital. How’s she doing? What’s wrong?” Steve greeted me, his features forming into those of confusion.

“She’s fine. She’s asleep in my room. Nothing’s wrong, but I really need you all to leave. Go find something to do for a few hours,” I answered, getting to my point.

“You can’t just kick us out without any context. What you planning on doing if we’re all out of the compound?” Tony stated, gesturing to everyone in the room.

“I would like to have a first date with Abigail. I would like to cook for her and I don’t anyone around to…ruin the moment. I didn’t mean to be rude, but I’d love it if everyone could go do something that’s not in this building. Please?” I explained, running a hand through my hair.

“Oh. Well, then I guess we should all go see a movie or go drinking. We’ll get out of your way. Let you have your romantic date,” Tony commented, getting off the couch, waiting for everyone to follow suit. One by one they rose and joined Tony in walking to the garage. I grabbed Natasha’s elbow, pulling her to the side as she walked by.

“Could you do me a favor? Is there anything you can find that’ll be easy for Abigail to slip into? I want to surprise her tonight and I’d rather not wake her just yet,” I asked her. She nodded, retreating upstairs. I sighed, thinking about where to begin.

I started cleaning around the compound to make it look nice when Abigail came downstairs, moving on to taking a quick shower and changing into a light blue, button up shirt and black trousers. I combed my hair out and rolled up the sleeves of my shirt, not wanting to get them dirt while I was cooking. Making my descent down to the kitchen, I paused by the stereo, turning on something slow and sweet, rubbing my hands together as I got to work on cooking.

Abigail’s POV I woke up to find Bucky had vanished from the bed, sitting up to wipe the sleep from my eyes. Glancing at the clock, I noticed it was already six and I had slept most of the afternoon. A knock sounded at the door and I slid out of the soft sheets to open the door; Natasha stood outside, a large box in her hands.

“What’s that?” I asked, pointing to the box in question.

“It’s for you, for tonight. Open it,” She replied, waltzing in and placing the box on the bed. I lifted the lid, moving the tissue paper on top; underneath that, a strapless green dress revealed itself, the fabric silky to the touch.

“It’s lovely. What’s going on? What do you mean it’s for tonight?” I remarked, not sure what to think.

“It’s a surprise. I’ll help you get the dress on, do your hair and makeup. After that, you should go downstairs. That’s where the surprise is,” She responded, pulling the dress out. She draped it over her arm, taking my hand and leading me to my room. She helped me out of my sweats, unzipping the dress for me to step into, zipping it up once I had it on. Moving on to my hair, she straightened it and did a natural look for my makeup.

“Okay, you look perfect. Now, go downstairs. I’m meeting the others for drinks, so I’ll see you later tonight,” She told me, admiring her work. She left the room and I headed downstairs, my questions answered when I spotted Bucky in the kitchen cooking, slow music playing.

“Bucky? What’s going on?” I greeted him, still not completely sure of everything.

“I’m making spaghetti for our first date. I figure we can eat, drink some wine, maybe even dance. I told everyone to leave so we could be alone together. How’s that sound?” he answered, turning to face me.

“It sounds perfect,” I replied, giving him a sweet smile.

“Have a seat. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes,” he told me, resuming stirring the pasta. I sat at the dining table waiting on him to finish cooking, talking with him, enjoying his company. Ten minutes later, he turned off the stove, dumping the pot of pasta into the colander sitting in the sink; he strained all the water out, lifting spaghetti out with a pasta fork on to plates.

Ladling the sauce onto the noodles, he brought over our meal, serving me first. He poured a glass of wine for us both; a nice Chianti that was a little oaky to the taste. We talked, we laughed as we ate, the date going extremely well; we cleaned up…he cleaned up, my cast preventing me from doing too much.

“Would you like to dance?” he asked me, extending his hand to me. I nodded, my free hand taking his. He pulled me to the middle of the living room, brought me a close as he could, the sling creating some restricted space between us.

“Having fun?” he asked me, swaying to the music, his eyes locked on me.

“Yes, of course. There’s nowhere I’d rather be than in your arms,” I told him, a loving smile gracing my lips.

“Good. Abigail?” he commented, leaning closer to my face.

“Hmm…?” I asked, wanting him to kiss me, to feel his warm, soft lips on mine.

“May I kiss you?” he asked, receiving a nod from me. His hand cupped the back of my head, his lips capturing my own in a tender kiss. We held it for a few seconds, sharing another one; we pulled back, our foreheads resting against each other’s. We danced through a few more songs, my head resting against his shoulder and didn’t notice our friends walk in through the door.

“I think some of us had a good first date,” Tony’s voice called out, startling us a little; heat flushed our faces.

“You two are so adorable, but how about we put on a movie and hang out for a little while,” Sam stated, Bucky and I nodding. Tony turned off the music and turned on the T.V. pulling up a movie app; he selected a comedy and we sat back laughing at all the jokes in it. Once the movie came to an end, we retired for the night, Bucky and I returning to his room; I changed into one of his shirts, him into flannel pajama pants and climbed into the bed. We fell asleep next to each other, the love we had growing into something deeper.

#Bucky Barnes #bucky x oc #bucky #marvel #avengers #tony stark #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #love #fluffy #firstdate

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fatrainbowmermaidunicorn · 6 years

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3AM Drive - Thru (JJK x You x The8/Minghao) // Chapter 12

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“Hey Y/N, want to go grab a bite? I'll buy you your chicken nuggets and fries," he smiles. "Just like the old times..."

She's sad, angry, tired, betrayed, hungry, cold, heart broken... and standing right in front of her is the man who's giving her the oh so familiar bunny smile that sends her a warm feeling.

"Why not Jungkook. Just like the old times,"

Things went smoothly ever since Jungkook and Y/N had mended their friendship. Their relationship almost feels like it was years ago when they were just friends. Jungkook tries hard to control his behavior so that Y/N will feel comfortable with him again. It was the hardest thing for him as all he wants to do is to just grab her and kiss her senseless everytime he sees her smile, her laughing, her breathing. Y/N still refuses to be a part of the production team since Minji is still a part of it. Y/N thinks its best that they dont stir things up as Jungkook had asked Minji for a breakup a few days prior to the dressing room incident.

Despite not being a part of the team, Jungkook makes sure to eat lunch or even breakfast with her whenever he's at the company. Sometimes even Jin, Jimin or Teahyung will join them. He likes how Y/N is able to get his hyung so comfortable with her until to the point where he himself sometimes gets jealous of them.

Jungkook's relationship with Minghao are still fine, eventhough there's still s trace of akwardness left. They still hang out together with the rest of their squad. They never talk about what they discussed to each other again, both understanding each other feelings. Minghao kept true to his word and never commented or do anything whenever Jungkook mentioned Y/N's name.

Until Y/N is sure of her feelings, Minghao won't ever act on it.

"Hey, I got great news!" Minghao turns to Y/N while flipping through the rack of clothes in the shop. Its one of the rare days when he gets a day off and he immediately decide to spend it with Y/N. Minghao receives major backlash from his members who wanted to have a chill member day together, but he just disregard them and skips happily to see Y/N.

He do love spending time with his members. They are, afterall, his brothers. But he feels like he needs a break as they had enough time together due to their tight schedule of non stop practices, recording, making choreograophies and creating music for the comeback and he really misses Y/N.

"Really? What is it? Do you really need me to ask before you will actually tell me? Can't you just straight away tell me after you said 'I have great news'?"

"God, I knew you are savage, but I didnt think you are this savage," Y/N chuckle. "Fine, I will tell you King Hao," still mocking him. "The company is one of the major sponsor for MAMA Awards this year! So I will have to attend the show,"

"That's great! You can finally watch how incredible I am in dancing live," Minghao smirked. Truth is, he's a little excited. The awards is a big deal for most idols and to have someone he loves there at the venue itself cheering him on, its something he used to only wish for.

"Hey, we can go together! Wearing matching stuff and all!" Y/N is all excited. Minghao cleared his throat.

"I would love to... I really do, but I cant do that," Y/N gave him a confuse look. "I'll be going together with the members," Y/N nod in understanding. That's true. Of course he has to attend as Seventeen, how can she forget? "Also, I cant be seen with a girl at the awards,"

"Oh..."

"Hey, you understand right Y/N? I mean, if we are officially together I wouldn't mind telling the world about us. Hell, I want to tell everyone about us. But since we are still figuring things out, its better if we dont show it in public," he peeks at Y/N, trying to gauge her reaction.

If it's up to him, he would proudly go to the awards with Y/N on his arms. He would go anywhere with Y/N on his arms. But they are not official yet and the awards is one of the biggest event in K Music industry. If they came together, fans, media and even his company will start asking questions and he doesnt want to answer to things that he himself is not sure about. As long as Y/N is still figuring things out, its better to keep things under wraps. But Y/N's sad face is breaking his heart.

"Hey, dont be sad," he lifted up her chin to make her look at him. "Tell you what, I'll skip the after party and we can go for ice cream and fries instead? How about that? I dont usually like going to the after party anyway," he suggested and Y/N seems to smile again.

"Okay. You promise?" she held out her pinky. He linked his pinky with hers.

"Promise,"

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The ceremony is beautiful. Everyone who is everyone is there and everyone looks beautiful. But the most beautiful thing that Jungkook and Minghao sees that night is when Y/N glide onto the red carpet.

Everything about her is perfect. Her makeup, her hair, her dress, her smile. They cant take their eyes off her, and it seems so does a few other idols. Both Minghao and Jungkook feels like poking their eyes for looking at what is theirs with such longing and lusts.

Minghao had never been more energetic and giddy on an award night. Y/N was seated right near the stage, with the best view in the venue. He sees her stands up for a standing ovation when BTS finish their performance and how Jungkook keeps making eye contact with her. And is that Taehyung winking at her? She congratulate them when they walked off the stage after their win and he can see Jungkook gave her a hug a little too long than he's liking.

When its time for his group's performance, the only thing he can see is Y/N. She stood up through out the whole performance and sings along which only fired him up even more. She congratulate them and she had never looked more proud when they had won in their category. The whole night pass by in a blur, all he can think about is how the most beautiful girl in the event is waiting and thinking of him. She's mine she's mine she's mine. He just cant wait for the night to end so he can claim what's his, to share his happiness and excitement for the night.

Once the night ended, they were ushered off into the dressing room for for a final touch up and wardrobe change for the after party. Minghao drop a quick text to Y/N before he grab his new outfit and change.

Hey, I just need to give my greetings to some new girl group that manager-nim wants us to meet. Then we can go. Wait for me okay.

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Y/N received the text and figured she has time to freshen up. She told her assistants that she's skipping the after party. It's not a good idea to walk up to a McDonalds in an expensive car and a driver, even more with an uprising idol in tow, so she asks her team and driver to go off first.

She waited in the cold night air while cursing herself for forgotting her jacket in the limo. Seconds turns to minutes and turns to hours but Minghao is a no show. Multiple texts and calls has been sent but no reply was received. Did something happen to him? The after party venue is just a couple of block away and the main venue is already empty except for a few staff members.

After contemplating for a while, Y/N decides to walk the few blocks to the after party and checks on Minghao. Its weird that he didnt even text her to say he's running late.

"Hey, is that you Y/N? God, you are shivering!" Y/N turn to the source of the voice and see Jungkook is already taking off his suit jacket and place it on her shoulders.

"Jungkook!" Y/N exclaimed. "What are you doing outside? Are you taking a break from the after party?"

"Oh ya. I'm just here for the group shots and publicity mingling. I'm about to go for a walk and then find manager-nim so I can go home. Did you just arrived here? Why are you walking?" Jungkook just notice the direction Y/N came from.

"Yeah, I just did. I dont plan on going to the party actually. I'm supposed to meet Minghao back at the main venue, but he needs to drop by at the party for a bit but it has been hours since he left. I was worried something happened to him. Did you see him in there?"

"Minghao?" Jungkook looks nervous, biting his lips and avoiding eye contact. "Minghao says he will meet you back at the venue?" Y/N nodded. Jungkook didnt know how to tell Y/N. Yes, he has seen Minghao at the party alright. And he's definitely didnt seem like he's about to leave the party anytime soon.

"Yes," Y/N raised an eyebrow. Weirded out by Jungkook's nervous reaction. "Is he in there Jungkook?" Y/N is still oblivious to what's really going on. Jungkook can only nod before Y/N makes her way into the party. What she sees in there is definitely isnt what she's expecting.

Minghao is full on drunk, dancing with a girl group member, exchanging shots and kisses, his friends all around him , just as drunk, cheering and laughing. She's guessing that's the girl group that he needs to introduce himself to and it seems they were very well introduced indeed.

Y/N was stunned and she really dont know how to react to this. Should she cry? Be angry? Scream? But most importantly, she forced herself not to cry. After all they are not together, there's no reason for her to feel anything after seeing him in that situation.

"Hey, wait up!" Jungkook chase after her when she quickly spun around and race towards the door.

"Is this what you guys usually do at after parties?"

"Urm pretty much yes. That's why i always leave early after the obligatory greetings and photo session. Not really much into parties," Jungkook jogged a little to catched up with Y/N. "Hey Y/N, are you okay?" Jungkook snatched her wrist and turn her to look at him when she didnt answer. "I might not know what's going on but I know you. You dont look okay,"

Y/N angrily swipe her tears away before they could fall. I would not let another boy, especially another idol make me cry. I wont! "I'm okay,"

"Its because of Minghao isnt it? What happened back there? Every couple has its problems. You guys can wo-"

"We are not together!" Y/N harshly cut him off. "I'm just upset that he made me wait for so long. He could have just told me that he wants to party. I could have gone and get food on my own. I have an early flight tomorrow, I could have just gone home earlier and sleep," she lied. There's no way in hell she's letting Jungkook see her heart break for the second time. Jungkook can obviously tell that there is so much more than Y/N just being stood up and hungry. But he can also tell that Y/N doesn't want to talk about it. At least not right now. So he did the only thing he knows that can help her calm down.

"Hey Y/N, want to go grab a bite? I'll buy you your chicken nuggets and fries," he smiles. "Just like the old times..."

Y/N ponders for a moment. She's sad, angry, tired, betrayed, hungry, cold, heart broken... and standing right in front of her is the man who's giving her the oh so familiar bunny smile that gives her a warm feeling. She nodded with a tired smile,

"Why not Jungkook. Just like the old times,"

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Minghao woke up in his dorms in last night's suit and a major hangover. What the hell happenned?

"Woohooo, there's the life of the party!" some of his members whistle at him.

"What?"

"You dont remember? Wow, you must be super drunk then,"

"You partied like crazy last night man! We were being introduced to the new girl group for our collab. The next thing we know, you are drunk as hell and dancing like crazy!" Mingyu explains, trying to help his friend remember.

"You dance skills are amazing! Even though you are shit drunk! I'm proud you are on my team," Hoshi chimed in. DK took out his phone and showed him a video of him dancing in a drunk state and to his horror, he starts making out with one of the girls.

"Ohhhh yaaa, the girls are cray cray over you!" DK laughs. "You even went back with one of them!" He went home with one of them? Shit, shit, shit. Did Y/N see this? Where is she when all of this happening?

His memories starts crumbling back to him. He remembered the look on Y/N's face when they won, when they performed, how he cant wait for the night to end so he can spend time with her, how the manager asks them to meet some girl group, and he send a text- His phone!

"Where's my phone?" Minghao search everywhere in his room.

"Here it is. You left it in the suit jacket of our first outfit. The stylist noona returned it this morning," S.Coups threw the phone to him. He catch it and immediately plug in the charger. He impatiently shakes his legs, waiting for his phone to come alive. Once it did, he grabbed it and see the flood of messages and missed calls, all from Y/N.

[Y/N ♡] : 12.09am Hey I'm ready. I will wait by the back exit okay.

[Y/N ♡] : 12.13am I already asks my driver and team to go back first

[Y/N ♡] : 12.50am I'm hungry. And cold. I left my jacket in the limo :( when are you coming?

[Y/N ♡] : 12.53am Hey, I saw a bunch of Carats coming out. How jealous would they be if they know I'm waiting for The8 right now? :D

[Y/N ♡] : 01.15am Hey Minghao, its been an hour. Where are you? Are you okay?

[Y/N ♡] : 01.40am I'm getting worried now. I really hope you are okay.

[Y/N ♡] : 02.30am Nevermind. I already know why you are not coming.

What does she means by that?

[Y/N ♡] : 02.40am Did you really let me wait in the cold for you because of this? I didnt want to believe it when I saw you at the party...

She saw at the party! Minghao starts to sweat. The next message she sent was early this morning. Minghao imagine her crying herself to sleep after seeing him doing God knows what at the party.

[Y/N ♡] : 07.30am I thought you said you cant be seen with a girl... You could have just told me you know, I would have understand. Click image.

Minghao clicked the image and saw that's its a recent news article. How did they publish this so fast? It shows a picture of him and one of the girl group member in front of an apartment entrance, tightly clutching each other and looking trashy as hell with sunglasses covering their faces at 4am in the morning . The headlines reads;

SEVENTEEN'S THE8 SPOTTED WITH A MEMBER OF SOON TO BE DEBUTED GIRL GROUP. A NEW IDOL POWER COUPLE IN THE MAKING?

He quickly closes the article, his praying the Y/N wont believe all these rumors although the photos makes it looks pretty convincing. He click the next, and last message.

[Y/N ♡] : 07.45am And I guess you wont be coming to the airport to send me off then.

Airport?

Now he remembers. Y/N was scheduled to go to an abroad business meeting for a few weeks. She had the morning 9 am flight and he had promised to send her to the airport since they wont be seeing each other for a while. He quickly looks at clock,

1.35pm.

He's too late.

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"Jeon Jungkook?" Y/N exclaimed, she cant help but smile so widely. Jungkook chuckled.

"We are halfway around the world away from home, and of all the faces and all the places, we had to meet each other. If this is not fate, then I dont know what this is," Jungkook walked over to Y/N, grinning with his bunny teeth showing.

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#StoryTimeWithMy - Me & #HurtBae handle things differently...clearly.

Ok... So I was with him over 3 years at this point. But in recent times, we had had multiple convos about not being together for various reasons...but there was still that lingering love. You know? Where you still speak everyday, still hang out, are still intimate, etc... Still...to the point where one week prior to this "incident" we did a little day trip where we took Teagan out to eat and to Liberty Science Center. You know, regular shit...

So on this day, I spoke with him a couple times throughout the day. I let him know I had made plans in his area later and we agreed to just hang out until my girl got off work. Soooo.... I go.

I get to his house and everything's regular... drinks, music, his friends, their girlfriends...typical weekend night at his place.

Then the bell rings, he goes to open it, and a woman comes in. I don't think anything of it at all...at first. Then I notice all of his friends get weirdly silent (completely out of character for this bunch). The woman is totally comfortable. She goes into the fridge for something, takes a charger out of the wall and heads toward his bedroom. She's out of sight for about a minute and I decide to go follow her.

And there she is...sitting on his bed, phone plugged in the wall, just scrolling through her phone...super comfortable. I do the only thing there is to do... "Oh hi...I'm MyAsia. Who are you? I'm *insert name i dont remember because it didn't matter*. Oh. You're here for *him*? How do you know him...because you clearly KNOW him? I've known him for years." She starts to look worried. She's catching on... (lol, funny now...wasn't funny then)

I go back into the living room. I approach him. I just stare at him. He gives me this look like "Fuck!" but tries to play like he's confused. "What?" he says., I just stare at him...

In that moment, I am trying soooooo hard not to burst into tears because...y'all...she was comfortable there. She wasn't new. She knew where the outlets were in his bedroom. She didn't require an introduction to his friends. She was comfortable enough to go in the fridge.

"Who is she? Why is she here?" He just stares at me with the goofiest "I have fucked up" face. She walks into the living room. It's now awkward af. I. LOSE. IT. I have so many questions and I'm asking them all...in front of everyone...at max volume...without one single fuck to give. Not. One.

His friends start to head to the door. The gf of one his boys stays behind and attempts to get me to relax. Nope. I'm on one. Then something in my head is like "MyAsia, you are making a fool of yourself. You are flipping your shit and he isn't even reacting." He is still in the same spot...looking dumb.

The woman gets her things to leave. I start to leave too. He follows. (I think he thought we would get into something...but no, my issue was never with her.) But in that moment, I interpreted that as him wanting to save her from me. I started swinging. You know when you swing as you talk? Why👊would👊you👊do👊this👊to👊me? Why👊have👊her👊come👊here👊when👊you👊knew👊I'd👊be👊here? He gives me this "I didnt know she was coming" bs...which only pissed me off even more. Now I know she's comfortable just popping up here? Ok.

I start bawling. I am sooo hurt. I felt betrayed. I felt stupid. I had placed him on this pedestal...because in my mind, he would never be "this guy". I attempt to storm out. He stops me. Now he has answers. Now he wants to explain. He wants to tell me that "we broke up already". He wants to tell me "we already decided not to be together". He wants me to believe she just came around in the last couple weeks...this woman who goes in his fridge, knows his friends, comes over unannounced and knows where the outlets are in his bedroom... I. Can. Not. Stop. Crying. I want to...because I feel weak and stupid...but I can't.

I snatch away from him and leave. I can't leave. I have an excruciating headache suddenly. I can't see thru the tears. I was a wreck...smh. I get in the car, drive one block up and park. I call the friend I was suppose to link up with after she got off. I am hysterical. She can't understand me. My phone beeps. There's another call coming in. It's his friend's gf from back at the house. She wants to know where I am. I tell her and click back over. I give a short, prob super inaccurate version of what just happened. At this point, he is Satan to me...so I can only imagine what I said.

Anyway, I tell her where I am and hang up. I am legit hysterical. My head is hurting. I am angry. I am hurt. This woman wasn't new. This woman was comfortable y'all. When he reacted to this whole "incident", he considered her. I saw it. It was too much. I sat in my car just shaking...trying to talk myself out of setting his house on fire. Seriously... The ONLY thing that stopped me was knowing that children lived in the unit above him...the children who stomp around and make so much more on those weekend mornings when he and I just wanted to sleep in. Those loud ass children kept me from making a super irrational decision that night.

I'm startled by a knock on my window. It's his friend's gf. She tells me to unlock the door. She gets in the passenger seat and just sits there, silently. I'm still crying. I can't make it stop. My head is racing. Then the other friend shows up. She gets in the car. We just sit there for a minute. Then my friend who missed the whole thing says "what the hell happened?"... I tell her...and finish with "My head hurts. My stomach hurts. I need a drink."

We all get in her car andride around North Newark looking for a bar. It's dark. It's late. Everything is closed. Then we see this little corner bar that seems to be open. We get out. We go in. There are all Hispanic men over 50 in this bar, y'all. I didn't care. They had liquor...lol I had shots and cocktails with these 2 til the bar was closed. I spilled my little heart out in there...to 2 women who weren't even THAT close to me...but in that moment I appreciated them. They let me vent and talked me down...well kinda... ...Because now, I'm angry AND upset AND still feeling stupid...and I've spent the last hour drinking continuously...

I decide I am going back to his house. They try to talk me out of it...but nah, I'm going back. I call his phone. He answers immediately. I tell him I'm coming back and he needs to be there and alone. I promise you in my head I was going back to that house to hurt him. I considered killing him...in real life. I thought of how I'd do it, how I could get away with it, how it'd make his mom and sister feel, how I'd explain it to Teagan...all that. SMH

We leave the bar and head back to his house. They wont let me go in alone. I ring the bell. He comes to the door. In that moment...something happened to me that I cant and wont ever be able to explain. In that moment, I needed him. So many times before I he had been the ONLY person to see me through bs and tough times. This time was no different. In that moment, I was searching for and anticipating comfort and consolation...from the very person who had just hurt me. SMH Why was I like that?!

I start yelling, crying and carrying on...and he tries to hold me. I'm fighting him...I want him not to touch me and I want him to hold me tighter...at the same... damn...time. Y'all... I was all messed up.

We go inside and he's giving me the same story and I'm so over hearing it. I zone out and I'm just wondering why I'm back at his house...seeking solace in the same man who had upset me in the first place. I got angry. I was back and forth between literally throwing blows and falling into his chest crying asking him why. The whole time my head is KILLING me.

Suddenly it's silent. For a while there's just me doing that "I just finished crying", sniffling thing lol Then he takes my jacket off of me, lays me down in his bed, takes my shoes off and just cuddles up next to me. He says he's sorry and that he never meant to hurt me like this and this isn't how he ever thought this would go. I fell asleep...in the arms of the same mf who I had just thrown jabs at...the same mf I seriously considered killing just hours before. I woke up the next morning and left silently.

I was violently ill for days. I learned then just how real "mind over matter" is. I had literally gotten physically SICK...because of mental and emotional pain. I also learned that you can not ever view someone the same after heartbreak. I learned that anyone is capable of anything and pedestals are for trophies, not people. I learned that everyone is just moments of hurt & anger away from a Snapped episode so I don't judge.

Fast forward to present time...fast forward pass months of personal growth and experience...fast forward pass a bunch of laughs and tough convos between us over the years... This guy is still one of the closest ppl to me. I still love him to death. I currently consider him a friend of mine. I just know I can't ever look at him THAT way again...and that's ok.

That #HurtBae video struck a nerve with me. No one is above being hurt. But when you're in a situation that is emotionally and mentally draining, get the hell out of it!

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Tuesday

TUESDAY-

…2"For behold, darkness will cover the earth And deep darkness the peoples; But the LORD will rise upon you And His glory will appear upon you. 3"Nations will come to your light, And kings to the brightness of your rising. 4"Lift up your eyes round about and see; They all gather together, they come to you. Your sons will come from afar, And your daughters will be carried in the arms.… Is. 60

ON VIDEO-

News- [World and local] https://youtu.be/CHwRkZeMQ8w

http://ccoutreach87.com/11-14-17-news/

.In defense of Facebook- Google- etc.

.Manafort raid

.F.B.I.

.James Clapper and the NSA

.Hillary Clinton- wheres’ the special prosecutor?

.James Comey ‘the matter’- Huh?

.Local homeless deaths and the real time unsolved murders- right now in Corpus Christi

.Why is the local media and DA Mark Gonzalez focusing so much on the 40 year old clod case?

.Federal Marshals here

.P.B.S. and N.P.R.

.Very sad indeed

.The Asia tour

.The NPR reporter made reservations at a North Korean restaurant- in China!

.I guess Trumps lying?

.The Biker shootout in Waco

Student from Turkey- https://youtu.be/ApZEkaUftGA

http://ccoutreach87.com/11-13-17-student-from-turkey/

As I was sitting with some homeless friends- a car pulled up. It was a college student from Turkey. He asked the guys if he could take some pictures- he was doing some project on homelessness. I thought it surely was a first [from a person from Turkey] so I turned the camera on- and got a video- of the person who wanted to take pics of us. He thought I too was homeless- but I filled him in- hope you enjoy.

Acts 28- https://youtu.be/JNtaYP1cqEs

https://vimeo.com/242807620

http://ccoutreach87.com/11-14-17-acts-28-concl/

http://ccoutreach87.com/11-14-17-acts-28-concl-2/

I made this teaching video today [11-14-17]- and finished the Acts study.

I usually don’t post these the same day that I make them- but being I did a roll out today [all vid’s- text- same day] I decided to post the video ahead of time.

In the coming week I’ll still post the regular teaching for this chapter.

Note- as most of you know- I review the videos before I post them-

Just to cover my tracks!

I never make threats- or say things that might incriminate me- but I am posting this video before I review it.

I’m worried- because when I talk about local issues- cops- The DA- stuff like that- I’m might slip and say something wrong- but to be honest- I have not checked this video yet.

I just hope the authorities don’t review it- before I get a chance- not saying that I slipped and said something wrong- but you never know?

Enjoy reviewing it brothers- and do me a favor- if you think I need to edit it-

Just let one of my homeless friends know- they will get the message to me.

God bless you all- and once again- I thank you for watching this video- and helping me with the ministry-

John

Wonderful Media- https://youtu.be/VtfKtv7phtU

http://ccoutreach87.com/11-14-17-wonderfull-media/

.Roy Moore- step down- https://www.nytimes.com/2017/11/13/us/politics/roy-moore-alabama-senate.html

.Kevin Spacey

.Bush 41- http://www.cnn.com/2017/11/13/politics/george-hw-bush-groping-allegation/index.html

.The Clintons https://townhall.com/tipsheet/mattvespa/2017/11/14/cnns-jake-tapper-the-media-treated-bill-clintons-accusers-badly-n2409451

https://www.mediaite.com/online/chris-hayes-dems-are-overdue-for-a-real-reckoning-on-bill-clinton-allegations/

https://www.nytimes.com/2017/11/13/opinion/juanita-broaddrick-bill-clinton.html

.Fed vehicle on my way home

.Corpus Media

.Questionable homeless deaths in Flour Bluff- were they homicides?

.Clear and present danger

PAST POSTS- [ More news links at bottom of this post]

Being I talked about Turkey today- below are just some of my past posts where the word popped up [that’s why yo see these sections on the posts]-

Though unplanned- yet you might also find some profitable teaching in these sections-

https://youtu.be/7dfLhO2HBf8 anti- Christ [2nd, 3rd John]

https://ccoutreach87.files.wordpress.com/2016/10/10-23-16-anti-christ-2nd-3rd-jn.zip

ON VIDEO [past posts below]

.See my Hillary drawing [sorry]

.Who is anti-christ?

.Some thought Hitler

.Apostles relate to the bride

.Soteriology

.Was John a theological liberal?

Mosul

.Iraq- Libya

.ISIS

.Sunni- Shia division

.Execution- or human shields- or just murder?

.Abortion

.Docetism refuted

[parts]

OBADIAH-

Obadiah 1:7 All the men of thy confederacy have brought thee even to the border: the men that were at peace with thee have deceived thee, and prevailed against thee; that they eat thy bread have laid a wound under thee: there is none understanding in him.

https://youtu.be/LaG8b0etYK8 Obadiah

ON VIDEO-

.Peace treaty?

.Leaked emails

.How to skew the polls

.Do I like to lynch Black people?

.The 1 dollar cheese story

.Homeless stuff

.Iran- Yemen- Libya- Syria

.The shores of Tripoli

.ISIS

.Turkey

.Britannia ruled the seas- and lost

.Mosul

NEW- In this small book- 1 chapter- we read of the judgment of God upon Edom.

They were a people that felt like they were unstoppable.

The alliances they made were their downfall.

As I read the book the other night- it made me think about our present situation.

Let’s see if I can hit some high points.

[parts]

NEWS- [Mosul- 3 Americans shot and killed yesterday in Jordan- Wiki leaks reveals real corruption]

I mentioned the last few weeks about our actions in Mosul Iraq.

The U.S. is backing up the overthrow of this city- for political purposes.

I mentioned how the Iraqi troops we are backing are Shia [Muslim division] and some of the population of Mosul are Sunni.

Should we be backing up a ‘genocide’- meaning one group [Iraqi Shia] wanting to eliminate another [Sunni].

I saw a report on PBS news- the interviewer brought up the fact that the tanks that are now rolling into Mosul are flying Shia flags.

Meaning- they are not there to ‘liberate’ people- but to murder Sunni.

I saw another report where the U.S. backed Iraqi troops shot bullets ‘blind’ into a hiding place.

The report on U.S. news did not say if women and children were hiding in there- and if they were murdered by U.S. backed troops.

The military man that was confronted with the question ‘why are U.S. backed tanks flying Shia flags’- he avoided the question- and used ‘spin’.

As of now- its possible women and children have been murdered- with the backup of U.S. power.

That’s wrong.

3 of our men were shot and killed in Jordan yesterday-

Last year a Jordanian captain shot 2 Americans.

In yesterday’s incident the Jordanians claim the U.S. men did not stop at the gate- so they killed them.

Yet- there are resentments that our men are there.

The U.S. says it is investigating- because we don’t want it to ‘strain relations’.

Meaning- yes- it’s possible they murdered our men- but- it’s more important to not have such a bad headline right before the election- because it might make Hillary and her record on foreign policy look bad.

So- maybe they simply murdered our men- but- we have more important political things.

Our nation is obviously divvied on the election- and it’s shocking to actually see the corruption in our government that was exposed the last few weeks by WIKI leaks.

It shows a level of collusion within politics that covers up for those who have connections.

The FBI agent who tipped off the Clinton people about an investigation into the emails- broke the law when he did this.

The government’s official response was ‘when he tipped Clinton off- he was using his own personal email- so that’s ok’.

People have gone to prison for stuff like this- but it is showing you a level of corruption inside our government.

This is not simply a ‘Trump- Clinton’ thing- it is a national corruption scandal.

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(1143) THE FALL- God puts man in the garden, he gives him only one restriction ‘don’t eat from the tree of knowledge of good and evil’ sure enough, he does! The serpent [satan] tempts Eve in 3 areas, the tree is good for food [lust of the flesh] good to look at [eyes] and can make you wise [pride]. In 1st John 2 we see these three areas mentioned as the common categories of all other temptation. These were the same areas the devil used on Jesus in Matthew 4. The temptation to Eve essentially said ‘look at this God of yours! He wont give you the freedom to do anything you want, he is withholding such a good tree from you’ sounds like the philosopher Freud, he taught that the problem with man was Gods restrictions. That if man would cast off the limits that religion imposed upon them, then all would be well. But what man did not know was that these basic limits were for his own good. When man would choose to walk out from under Gods limits, he would suffer for it. In this chapter [Gen. 3] we also see the great prophecy of the child of the woman eventually crushing the serpents head [called the Protoevangelium- Latin] a prophecy about Christ’s future victory at the Cross. God also covers man with animal’s skins, a type of the future sacrifice of Christ on behalf of man. Man tried to cover up with leaves, God said it wont do, so he sacrificed the life of an animal and used the skins as a covering. The wages of sin is death, the price was paid. In Romans chapter 5 Paul will show us that death and sin passed upon all mankind from Adams sinful act, but thru the obedience of one man [Jesus dying on the Cross] righteousness comes to those who believe. This is the basic Christian doctrine of original sin. Some refer to this as the federal head theory of redemption. I believe it’s vital for Christians to have a grasp of this doctrine. In the 19th/20th centuries you had liberal theologians deny the doctrine of Jesus dying on behalf of man. Along with this they also denied that original sin existed. Most believers realized that this denial was heresy and avoided it, but some are playing with the idea again. The bible clearly teaches the substitutionary atonement of Jesus Christ on the behalf of man [Isaiah 53] and it is a foundational doctrine for all true believers. To some it seemed unfair to charge God with the doctrine of original sin, and along with it the doctrine of Penal substitution [Christ being punished for us] these are core Christian truths, if people want to deny them, that’s their choice. But to be a Christian in the biblical sense of the word, these truths are necessary, they are part of the foundation of all true Christian churches.

VERSES-

Genesis 3:1 Now the serpent was more subtil than any beast of the field which the LORD God had made. And he said unto the woman, Yea, hath God said, Ye shall not eat of every tree of the garden?

Genesis 3:2 And the woman said unto the serpent, We may eat of the fruit of the trees of the garden:

Genesis 3:3 But of the fruit of the tree which is in the midst of the garden, God hath said, Ye shall not eat of it, neither shall ye touch it, lest ye die.

Genesis 3:4 And the serpent said unto the woman, Ye shall not surely die:

Genesis 3:5 For God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof, then your eyes shall be opened, and ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil.

Genesis 3:6 And when the woman saw that the tree was good for food, and that it was pleasant to the eyes, and a tree to be desired to make one wise, she took of the fruit thereof, and did eat, and gave also unto her husband with her; and he did eat.

Genesis 3:7 And the eyes of them both were opened, and they knew that they were naked; and they sewed fig leaves together, and made themselves aprons.

Genesis 3:8 And they heard the voice of the LORD God walking in the garden in the cool of the day: and Adam and his wife hid themselves from the presence of the LORD God amongst the trees of the garden.

Genesis 3:9 And the LORD God called unto Adam, and said unto him, Where art thou?

Genesis 3:10 And he said, I heard thy voice in the garden, and I was afraid, because I was naked; and I hid myself.

Genesis 3:11 And he said, Who told thee that thou wast naked? Hast thou eaten of the tree, whereof I commanded thee that thou shouldest not eat?

Genesis 3:12 And the man said, The woman whom thou gavest to be with me, she gave me of the tree, and I did eat.

Genesis 3:13 And the LORD God said unto the woman, What is this that thou hast done? And the woman said, The serpent beguiled me, and I did eat.

Genesis 3:14 And the LORD God said unto the serpent, Because thou hast done this, thou art cursed above all cattle, and above every beast of the field; upon thy belly shalt thou go, and dust shalt thou eat all the days of thy life:

Genesis 3:15 And I will put enmity between thee and the woman, and between thy seed and her seed; it shall bruise thy head, and thou shalt bruise his heel.

Genesis 12:1 Now the LORD had said unto Abram, Get thee out of thy country, and from thy kindred, and from thy father's house, unto a land that I will shew thee:

Genesis 12:2 And I will make of thee a great nation, and I will bless thee, and make thy name great; and thou shalt be a blessing:

Genesis 12:3 And I will bless them that bless thee, and curse him that curseth thee: and in thee shall all families of the earth be blessed.

Genesis 15:1 After these things the word of the LORD came unto Abram in a vision, saying, Fear not, Abram: I am thy shield, and thy exceeding great reward.

Genesis 15:2 And Abram said, LORD God, what wilt thou give me, seeing I go childless, and the steward of my house is this Eliezer of Damascus?

Genesis 15:3 And Abram said, Behold, to me thou hast given no seed: and, lo, one born in my house is mine heir.

Genesis 15:4 And, behold, the word of the LORD came unto him, saying, This shall not be thine heir; but he that shall come forth out of thine own bowels shall be thine heir.

Genesis 15:5 And he brought him forth abroad, and said, Look now toward heaven, and tell the stars, if thou be able to number them: and he said unto him, So shall thy seed be.

Genesis 15:6 And he believed in the LORD; and he counted it to him for righteousness.

Acts 2:22 Ye men of Israel, hear these words; Jesus of Nazareth, a man approved of God among you by miracles and wonders and signs, which God did by him in the midst of you, as ye yourselves also know:

Acts 2:23 Him, being delivered by the determinate counsel and foreknowledge of God, ye have taken, and by wicked hands have crucified and slain:

Acts 2:24 Whom God hath raised up, having loosed the pains of death: because it was not possible that he should be holden of it.

Acts 2:25 For David speaketh concerning him, I foresaw the Lord always before my face, for he is on my right hand, that I should not be moved:

Acts 2:26 Therefore did my heart rejoice, and my tongue was glad; moreover also my flesh shall rest in hope:

Acts 2:27 Because thou wilt not leave my soul in hell, neither wilt thou suffer thine Holy One to see corruption.

Acts 2:28 Thou hast made known to me the ways of life; thou shalt make me full of joy with thy countenance.

Acts 2:29 Men and brethren, let me freely speak unto you of the patriarch David, that he is both dead and buried, and his sepulchre is with us unto this day.

Acts 2:30 Therefore being a prophet, and knowing that God had sworn with an oath to him, that of the fruit of his loins, according to the flesh, he would raise up Christ to sit on his throne;

Acts 2:31 He seeing this before spake of the resurrection of Christ, that his soul was not left in hell, neither his flesh did see corruption.

Acts 2:32 This Jesus hath God raised up, whereof we all are witnesses.

Acts 2:33 Therefore being by the right hand of God exalted, and having received of the Father the promise of the Holy Ghost, he hath shed forth this, which ye now see and hear.

Acts 2:34 For David is not ascended into the heavens: but he saith himself, The Lord said unto my Lord, Sit thou on my right hand,

Acts 2:35 Until I make thy foes thy footstool.

Acts 2:36 Therefore let all the house of Israel know assuredly, that God hath made the same Jesus, whom ye have crucified, both Lord and Christ.

Hebrews 11:8 By faith Abraham, when he was called to go out into a place which he should after receive for an inheritance, obeyed; and he went out, not knowing whither he went.

Hebrews 11:9 By faith he sojourned in the land of promise, as in a strange country, dwelling in tabernacles with Isaac and Jacob, the heirs with him of the same promise:

Hebrews 11:10 For he looked for a city which hath foundations, whose builder and maker is God.

Hebrews 11:11 Through faith also Sara herself received strength to conceive seed, and was delivered of a child when she was past age, because she judged him faithful who had promised.

Hebrews 11:12 Therefore sprang there even of one, and him as good as dead, so many as the stars of the sky in multitude, and as the sand which is by the sea shore innumerable.

Hebrews 11:13 These all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off, and were persuaded of them, and embraced them, and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth.

Hebrews 11:14 For they that say such things declare plainly that they seek a country.

Hebrews 11:15 And truly, if they had been mindful of that country from whence they came out, they might have had opportunity to have returned.

Hebrews 11:16 But now they desire a better country, that is, an heavenly: wherefore God is not ashamed to be called their God: for he hath prepared for them a city.

Hebrews 11:17 By faith Abraham, when he was tried, offered up Isaac: and he that had received the promises offered up his only begotten son,

Hebrews 11:18 Of whom it was said, That in Isaac shall thy seed be called:

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APOLOGETICS- PHILOSOPHY- PROPHETS

21 And he began to say unto them, This day is this scripture fulfilled in your ears- Luke

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ON VIDEO-

.Nietzsche’s madman

.Kant- Camus- Sartre

.I have less dollars now!

.Fairview cemetery

.’I will never rot in the grave’- huh?

.U.N. vote

.Israel and Palestine- another view

.Pluralism or exclusivism?

.Moral, Natural law theory

.Logos

.Redemption of the cosmos too

.Russian hacking- enough already!

.We hack too [and much worse]

.Cause and effect

.Aristotle

.Nihilism

.Teleology

.Love your neighbor as yourself

.Yes- The Muslim- Jew- Hindu - etc.- Jesus commands it

PAST TEACHING I DID THAT RELATES- [verses below]

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https://ccoutreach87.com/2016/12/26/galatians-1/

https://ccoutreach87.com/2016/12/30/2nd-samuel-3-homeless-friends/

https://ccoutreach87.com/2017/01/02/galatians-2/

https://ccoutreach87.com/2017/01/10/galatians-3/

https://ccoutreach87.com/2017/01/12/the-seed/

https://ccoutreach87.com/islam/

https://ccoutreach87.com/western-intellectual-tradition/

ARISTOTLE

Born in Northern Greece- in 384 BC.

The most famous student of Plato- attended Plato’s Academy for around 20 years.

His main disagreement with Plato was on his theory of Forms.

Plato believed that the ‘idea’ world contained the forms of all things we see in the physical realm.

Aristotle taught that substance itself was the main thing- that the forms of what we see in the natural realm come from matter itself.

He spoke about Potentiality and Actuality- that is the material things have in ‘seed’ form the final product.

The acorn has the Potential of becoming a tree- the fetus has the Potential of becoming a man- etc.

The form is already embedded in the thing itself- it does not exist in the ‘idea’ world of Plato.

Aristotle loved and admired his teacher- yet Plato had somewhat of a disdain for his most famous student.

Plato passed over Aristotle to head up the Academy- twice.

As things go- Aristotle went and started his own school- called the Lyceum.

Aristotle did not just teach Philosophy- but Biology- Logic- Ethics- Rhetoric.

Some refer to him as the first real scientist.

His development of the laws of Logic- Cause and Effect- play a key role in the Scientific Method till this day.

Aristotle taught that the main way we gain knowledge is thru sense perception and experiment.

As we study the natural order of things themselves- we gain understanding from them.

What we refer to as the Empirical method- knowledge gained thru the observation and experimentation of things.

He referred to God as the Final Cause- not the First Cause.

Why?

He believed in God [some debate this- Aristotle himself called him God in his work on Metaphysics] and called him the Prime Mover.

As I said before- a big thing with the early thinkers was the origin of Motion- who started the ball rolling- so to speak.

Aristotle credited the source of all motion to an ‘un- moved Mover’.

He gave the attributes of God to his Mover- said he had no beginning- was not material- an eternal and imperishable substance.

So- why the Final Cause?

He said God attracts all things to himself- so in his mind- motion started by attraction- not by a ‘push’ so to speak.

This is interesting indeed- in modern physics we see that the universe is undergoing a continual expansion- heading somewhere- of course we believe this somewhere is God himself- the source of all things.

Isaac Newton agreed with Aristotle on this point- he referred to it in his 3rd law of Physics.

The medieval Muslim thinkers called him ‘The First Teacher’- and Kant [who we will get to later in this study] credits him with the bulk of what we know today as the Laws of Logic.

Aristotle taught that the main activity of God was thought.

The bible says that thru Wisdom and Understanding God made things [‘Wisdom builds the house- Understanding establishes it- and thru Knowledge it’s rooms are filled with all pleasant and precious riches- Wisdom is profitable to direct- the words of the wise are like nails fastened by the masters of assemblies- as a wise master builder I have laid the foundation’- various bible verses found in Proverbs- Ecclesiastes and Paul’s letter to the church at Corinth] - in a way Aristotle was right.

One of his key contributions was the Syllogism- you start with a Logical argument- you engage in Deductive reasoning- and come to a Conclusion.

A famous example would be ‘All men are mortal- Plato is a man- Plato is mortal’.

Aristotle did not believe that something comes from nothing- a phrase that will come up a lot as we progress in this study is ‘ex nihilo nihil fit’- meaning Nothing comes from Nothing.

He was also what we refer to as a Teleolologist- he believed that there was design and purpose in the created order of things.

He saw design in the universe- world.

Many today embrace an idea that there is no purpose or design- that the design we see in the material world is by accident- and furthermore some say all that we see- CAME FROM NOTHING.

I can’t stress enough that this is simply not possible- I don’t say this from the Christian view point alone- but from a scientific one.

Science deals with the observation and testing of things- we look into the material world and come to certain conclusions based on what we see- observe.

One of the most fundamental observations that science SEES- is what I quoted above- NOTHING COMES FROM NOTHING.

That is- every effect has a cause.

This is important for our day- because many have capitulated to the view that all things CAME FROM CHANCE.

Not only is this statement illogical [chance is simply a word- this statement ascribes Ontological status to a word- which is impossible].

But it is scientifically not true.

Why?

Because science shows us that things do not ‘pop into existence’ without a cause- from nothing.

True science in no way contradicts belief in God- no- it backs it up.

Aristotle- as well as most of the great thinkers we shall cover- came to the conclusion that there had to be some immaterial thing [being] that was the cause of all other things.

Now- why did he argue for a PRIME MOVER?

Because he believed that the universe was eternal- if there ever came a time when science showed us that the universe had a beginning point- then the argument would be over.

The Theists [those that believe in God] would win.

Sure enough- in the 20th century that’s exactly what happened.

Today Physics teaches us that time- space- matter did indeed have a beginning point- what we refer to as the Big Bang Theory.

If the early thinkers had this knowledge- then the argument for a Prime Mover would be moot- because instead we would have a Prime Starter- see?

Aristotle is credited with writing the second greatest work on Ethics from the ancient period- called Ethics [the first one being Plato’s Republic].

He wrote on political theory- believed that Aristocracy [rule by the excellent] was the best form of government [sort of like Socrates Philosopher Kings].

Aristotle’s most famous student was Alexander the Great.

During Alexander’s conquests- he took a huge team of scientists with him- they collected all types of specimens from these conquests- and Alexander brought them back to Athens and they were used at the Lyceum for further study.

It has been said that this was the most expensive scientific enterprise up to the day of the modern space program.

He taught that the intellectual virtues can be taught directly- but the moral ones HAD TO BE LIVED FIRST.

The bible says ‘the fear of the Lord is the beginning of Wisdom’.

I agree.

Proverbs 3:19 The LORD by wisdom hath founded the earth; by understanding hath he established the heavens.

Proverbs 3:20 By his knowledge the depths are broken up, and the clouds drop down the dew.

Unfinished study- will complete over time.

JOHN LOCKE- JESUS- AND MONEY.

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Today’s video [and post] is one of those ‘spur of the moment’ ones-

I made the video/post yesterday- ‘off the cuff’-

I’m at the ranch as I write- and have no WiFi out here- or I’d post it now- I also don’t have my on-line concordance- so I’ll try and remember exactly where some of the verses are and add them in [I do have my on-line bible saved to the drive!]

This video/post is in keeping with some of the stuff I’ve been recently teaching.

As Christians- we often look for the things we are supposed to do.

Which is fine- but what I have learned in my experience of doing ministry for many years- is many Pastors/ministers- learn a certain pattern/form- early on-

And as well-meaning as these men are- they often unconsciously do not realize they are violating scripture in their efforts to do the right thing.

When people feel God has called them ‘to preach’ [ called into ministry] most of the times they are taught that this means ‘starting a local church’.

In the American mindset- this means starting a nonprofit 501 c3- either renting or building some type of structure to meet in-

And then teaching a form of giving- usually called ‘the tithe’ [meaning 10 percent]-

And then saying ‘the local church is this place/501c3- the storehouse- and you will be cursed if you do not tithe to the storehouse’.

And without realizing it- in the more extreme cases- actually teaching people that they will fall under the curse of God- if they do not put 10% of their income into the ‘local church’.

This verse from Malachi is often used- Malachi 3:8 Will a man rob God? Yet ye have robbed me. But ye say, Wherein have we robbed thee? In tithes and offerings.

Malachi 3:9 Ye are cursed with a curse: for ye have robbed me, even this whole nation.

Malachi 3:10 Bring ye all the tithes into the storehouse, that there may be meat in mine house, and prove me now herewith, saith the LORD of hosts, if I will not open you the windows of heaven, and pour you out a blessing, that there shall not be room enough to receive it.

And this basic idea of ‘church government’ is then propagated thru out the land.

I’ve discussed this recently- and for these short videos- I just want to note that the New Testament churches we read about in the bible- are talking about communities of believers living

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ATHEISM- APOLOGETICS [links added- long version]

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JOHN LOCKE-

Locke taught that each man has individual rights- and he empowers government- an elected designated body- to have rule-

Yet- that government exists solely for the benefit of the people- and when/if that government ‘forgets’ this- the people have a right/duty to revolt.

Locke’s ideas were formed at a time when his own government experienced a sort of revolution [1600’s- England].

The people revolted against monarchy- and replaced it with a sort of Democratic Parliament-

Referred to as the bloodless revolution or the glorious revolution.

The king [or today- queen] would still play a role- like a figurehead- but the power was in the people- willingly given over to a Parliament.

The political ideas of Locke influenced our founding fathers- and our Declaration of Independence and Constitution are in parts almost word for word taken from the writings of Locke.

Locke believed in natural law- that morality was indeed a universal reality [some scholars/thinkers will say that Locke does not fully embrace the Christian concept of natural/moral law].

He taught that knowledge comes from man’s experience- the things he interacts with thru the 5 senses.

That man is not born with innate ideas [like the early Greek thinkers said] but his mind is a Tabula Rasa- or blank slate at birth.

This is an Empirical understanding of knowledge.

Locke also believed in the concept of the separation of church and state- this idea was not unique to our founding fathers- no- they got it right out of the writings of Locke [his parents were Puritans- and they obviously influenced their son].

Locke’s political views were-

Individualistic-

Egalitarian-

Contractual [social compact]-

These ideas differed from the early Greek thinkers [especially Aristotle] who held to a naturalistic view- meaning that nature itself ‘intended’ for certain individuals to have rule over others [the smarter should have rule over the ‘less smart’- and of course Aristotle saw himself in the more nobler crowd!]

Locke also believed in religious toleration- a view held by most in the Western world today.

He saw the Right to private property- as a natural right.

He believed that denial of the existence of God would lead to anarchy in the long run.

He believed that the cosmological argument for the existence of God was valid [called teleology].

DIOGENES-

I think I mentioned him on today’s video [I am writing this before I review the video and add the bullet points].

In the study of philosophy- he is not known for deep thought- or new ideas.

He lived in the 5th century B.C. - died in the 4th in the biblical city of Corinth.

Diogenes believed in ‘living with less’- he was known to have slept in a ceramic pot- he lived and ate on the streets- and was basically like many of my homeless friends.

Yet- he felt in doing this he was a sort of ‘prophetic’ sign to the world around him.

He is believed to be the first to refer to himself as a ‘cosmopolitan’- meaning a man of the world- and not identifying with any one city.

He was born at Sinope- [Modern day Turkey] traveled to Athens- the main center of wisdom/philosophy.

Attended the lectures of Plato- and interrupted them

He disputed Plato’s interpretation of his teacher- Socrates.

And had a memorable encounter with Alexander the Great.

The story goes [there are a few versions of it- maybe more along the line of myth] that Alexander wanted to meet with Diogenes- and he heard he was in town [Corinth] so Alexander went to meet him.

Upon arriving at the spot- he greeted Alexander and told him he would fulfill any request that the Cynic asked.

Diogenes replied ‘Move over- you’re standing in my sun light’.

It is said that as Alexander left- and made the statement ‘If I were not Alexander- I would be Diogenes’.

How true- well we will never know for sure.

He did live at a time- and in a place- where the famous philosophers would come from.

He believed rejecting wealth- and the comforts of life- were a statement against the society of his day.

He purposefully challenged the ‘normal’ way of life- by being different- and at times- vulgar.

It is said that he carried a cup- for drinking.

And he saw a young boy one day- drinking from the brook with his hands.

He then threw away the cup- realizing that ‘the god’s’ had given to men the basic things to survive- and he really did not need all the material things of life.

Like I said at the top - he is not known for his great thinking ability- but he was respected by the stoics-

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I read a piece form the N.Y. Times- they went into Libya and investigated the reports of the deaths of many civilians caused by NATO and the U.S. during the ‘no fly zone’ debacle.

They found evidence of many civilians that were killed. They presented the report to the new leaders of Libya- they could care less.

In Benghazi- the main city in the eastern half of Libya- they were openly flying the Al-Qaida flag. We just spent 10 years and many lives fighting in Afghanistan. Why? Because they gave territory to Al-Qaida- they gave them a place to work out of.

We fought the Taliban for 10 years over this. Yet in a few months NATO and the U.S. gave Al-Qaida their own capitol to fly their flag- I mean the terrorists must be thinking ‘if we knew these guys were this stupid- we would have never bombed the towers’.

In Tripoli- the real capitol of Libya- the various militia groups [terrorists] are all claiming they are the security/armed forces of Libya. I heard a doctor- on N.P.R. - not a right wing radio show- he said in his hospital these various militias are all trying to take charge- they walk around with guns- sometimes walk into a room and shoot a patient who they think is not on their side- and the doctors say they have no security at all.

Under Gadhaffi things ran well- like a normal society- now their country is a terrorist haven- run by these guys.

I could go on and say the same for Egypt- and tell the stories of how the military have been killing protestors in the street. All these things are being done under people that the West [we- NATO- France] have enabled by removing their former leaders.

And France this week passed a law making it a crime to deny the genocide that took place in Turkey in the early part of the last century.

Yes- the Ottoman Turks did slaughter many Armenians- Christians- at the time. And getting Turkey to officially admit this has been a problem for years. But France passing a law to make it a crime to deny it- while they just finished committing ‘crimes against humanity’ themselves- by killing all the Libyan civilians- it’s just too much.

Okay- let’s start a brief overview of some church history. Over the next few weeks I want to hit on the 16th century Protestant reformation and try and cover some of the key figures of the movement.

Martin Luther- the German reformer who had the most influence in the movement was born and raised in Germany.

As a boy his parents were peasant farmers and eventually his dad became a miner and became a very successful businessman- he would go on and eventually own 6 foundries.

He sent his son to law school- and young Luther excelled. At the age of 21 he accomplished more than many of his peers. One day on his way home from the university a thunderstorm broke out and Luther was almost struck by a bolt of lightning.

In fear he cried out to Saint Ann [the mother of Mary] and said ‘Saint Ann- if you save me I will become a monk’ [Ann was the patron Saint for miners- thus Luther was familiar with her].

He was spared and off to the monastery he went. Luther eventually became an ordained priest and even though his dad initially was upset that his son became a priest- yet he was proud of his boy later on.

Luther would eventually make a Pilgrimage to Rome- on foot [a few month walk from Germany to Rome!] and what he saw devastated him. Rome- and the Vatican- were in bad shape. Many of the priests lived in open sin- and the city that he saw as his headquarters for the faith- well it was a mess.

Luther made the famous penitent walk/crawl up the stairs of the Lateran church [this church was the most famous church before the construction of St. Peters. The actual stairs of the church are the same stairs that Christ walked up during his trial under Pontius Pilate. Yes- you hear many ‘stories’ while studying church history- things like the relics or left over pieces of the Cross- well these stories are usually fake. But the stairs of the Lateran church are indeed the same stairs that Christ walked on- the early ‘church’ builders dismantled the stairs at Pilate’s court in Jerusalem and installed them at this church building in Rome].

When Luther got to the top of the stairs- it is reported that he questioned the faith- he had a crisis of faith and thought that maybe the whole thing was a sham.

Okay- as we do a few more posts over the coming weeks- I want you guys to see that the main players of the Reformation were sincere Catholic men who had many questions about what they saw as corrupt in their own church. These men did not want to start a breakaway church- they simply wanted to reform the church they loved.

Keep in mind that Luther excelled during his legal studies- he had a keen legal mind- this will be important later on when we see the debates he has with Rome over the doctrine of Justification by faith- the letters of the apostle Paul [Romans- Galatians] use lots of legal language- and his early education will help him in these debates.

Okay- that’s it for today. Maybe do a Google search on Luther and familiarize yourself a little with the history.

The ‘readings’ for this week are 2nd Samuel 6-7 and Psalms 89. See what they have in common.

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(594) . Let me cover some church history. I have had someone argue with me about the history of Islam. Not a Muslim, but a Christian who was saying ‘why do you say Islam started in the 7th century, it started around the 11th’. My answer was ‘Muhammad lived in the 7th century’. Not to hard to see this. So I thought I should cover some history. During the time of the rise of Islam, the Christian church was already dividing from east and west. After Constantine [4th century Roman emperor] consolidated the Roman Empire in the 4th century he set up the capital city of the eastern empire, Constantinople [named after him]. As time progressed the western church would take on the form of Roman Catholicism, the eastern [Constantinople area. Modern day Turkey-Istanbul] would be known as ‘Orthodox’. Though the official split of eastern and western [Catholic-Rome!] churches occurred in 1054 AD, yet the division started years before. The official split is called ‘the great schism’ of the 11th century; it would not be until 500 years later that the church would have her ‘reformation’. The official reason for this split was over a rather silly thing. For centuries the Catholic church had an expression that said ‘the Holy Spirit proceeds from the Father’ than they included ‘he proceeds from the father and the Son’. Well the eastern brothers didn’t like Rome telling them what to believe and used this as the official reason to ‘have the schism’. To be honest the divisions were coming for years. After the Roman Empire consolidated under Constantine, he tried to strengthen the eastern territories of his empire and for centuries you had the struggle for which region would be the most influential. At first you had 5 major areas that were divided under 5 main Bishops. As time went on the argument would be ‘which bishop has the most say so’ and it was really a power struggle. Finally Rome said ‘the bishop of Rome is the FIRST AMONG EQUALS [a term that many in the Protestant strain of the discipling movement would later embrace] he holds Peters seat’ and this is really where the divisions started. Eventually Muhammad would rise and Islam would take control of the eastern capital. This later became the reason for the crusades. The Catholic church wanted to regain the territories that she lost in the east. The eastern churches are very much Catholic in many ways. They also hold to a view of Christianity that sees man being ‘joined’ with God and becoming pleasing to God thru Christ’s grace uniting with us and making us like him. A perfectly scriptural view, but a different emphasis from the strong intellectual power that you read about from the western fathers of the church. The Catholic church is noted for her social action in ways that the eastern church is not. So both of these communions have good things to bring to the table. The Orthodox [eastern] churches would not be affected by the major social and political upheavals that took place in the west. The Renaissance, the Reformation and the Enlightenment had major impacts on western Christianity, while not affecting the eastern church in the same way. During the 13th- 15th centuries you would have ‘pre reformers’ rise up in the western church. John Wycliffe, the great Catholic Priest who was at the center of learning in France would become known for his translating the scriptures into the common language. Then you have John Huss and John Knox [3 Johns, scripture says 3 fold cords are not easily broken!] who would have their own influence in western Christianity. At this time you had whole movements of believers who would be seen as neither ‘western or eastern’ but restorationist [the restoring of the early practices and beliefs of the church] Peter Waldo would be the Father of the Waldensians and in the 12th century you would have the Albigenses in the south of France. These groups would be looked upon as ‘cults’ [though the term was not used yet] by the traditional church. So you can see how the church has been growing and reforming ever since the first century. Even though we see many divisions that exist till this day, there are strides being made for unity. The eastern and western church are very close to‘re uniting’ once again. While I do not personally hold to the doctrine of the Pope being the occupier of Peter’s seat, I also see him as a Christian man who is striving for unity in Christ’s church. Some believe the whole attempt for outward unity is futile. The more ardent Protestants see it as ‘the one world church of the anti christ’ I reject that language out of hand. Well I hope you got something out of this short overview of world history [real short!].

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http://www.expressnews.com/news/local/article/Arrest-made-in-cold-case-murder-of-Alice-cop-43-12353722.php

http://www.foxnews.com/us/2017/08/30/judge-removed-from-case-3-bikers-in-waco-shootings-trial.html

http://thehill.com/blogs/pundits-blog/lawmaker-news/349916-its-time-to-appoint-a-special-prosecutor-in-clinton-email

https://pjmedia.com/trending/2017/08/25/report-fbi-raid-paul-manaforts-home-heavy-handed-designed-intimidate/

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It's time to appoint a special prosecutor in Clinton email investigation

BY JAMES GAGLIANO, OPINION CONTRIBUTOR - 09/09/17 11:00 AM EDT 1,044

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The competing partisan echo chambers eerily strike the same chords.

From the left: The investigation into the death of four Americans in Benghazi back in 2012 was a Sienfeldian investigation into nothing. In fact, the right was simply serving us all up a big nothing burger.

And from the right: The investigation into the 2016 Trump campaign’s alleged collusion with Russia is nothing more than a partisan witch-hunt. The left hasn’t accepted the results of a lawfully held election; ergo, the appointment of a special prosecutor.

Yes, the partisan bickering and finger-pointing can be so insufferably exhausting. The promises of “swamp-draining” — Nancy Pelosi during her 2006 ascendancy to House Speaker and more recently, Donald Trump’s signature stump speech line — really just signals more of the same.

So, I make the following demand with a bit of advised caution. History inside the Beltway has a habit of repeating itself.

But with all due haste, a special prosecutor needs to be appointed to the “closed” Hillary Rodham email investigation.

I can hear the cacophony of howling now — Here we go again, yet another undeserved attack on the Clintons. Or, maybe this — Republicans just can’t leave it alone. She was exonerated by no less an authority than the former FBI Director!

But in recent days, following the revelation that then FBI Director James B. Comey had already drafted an “exoneration speech” some two months before his infamous July 5 public statement, there has been a steadily building hue and cry from many corners that a special prosecutor needs to look into the case.

Comey’s decision, it appears, had been formed prior to FBI agents having had an opportunity to interview Clinton and a number of her top aides. On the heels of the inexplicable and unprecedented granting of head-scratching conditions to the Clinton team, came Comey’s decision not to charge, well before key witnesses were interviewed. Why?

Also, why were certain devices laden with evidence allowed to be destroyed?

And why were strict limiting parameters emplaced on the review period of the computer hard drives?

As a retired FBI agent with some two and half decades of investigative experience, I struggle to comprehend why these types of allowances were conceded to a person under investigation.

Former assistant U.S. Attorney Andrew McCarthy posited in National Review, the decision not to prosecute was determined long before, back when President Obama essentially dismissed the notion that Clinton’s actions had endangered national security. As McCarthy opines, Obama was providing cover for Clinton because Obama, himself, had communicated with her on the unauthorized email account.

Comey, it has been theorized, was taking his cue from the chief executive.

Or, as President Trump tweeted out on Sept. 1.

Wow, looks like James Comey exonerated Hillary Clinton long before the investigation was ov3r and so much more. A rigged system

So, was it rigged?

Well, we don’t know. So, let’s look at what we do know. And then, if the pieces don’t add up or lend to a reasonable suspicion that skullduggery was afoot, let’s have that special prosecutor appointed forthwith.

We know that Clinton was exonerated by a legal calculus of trial sufficiency meticulously laid out by Director Comey. He intuited that Clinton had no intent to place national security in jeopardy via her shoddy handling of classified information, therefore, no crime.

Legal scholars continue to debate this misapplication of the statute.

But there is no debate over the fact that even Comey was aware of and concerned by the overt politicization of the Obama Justice Department.

When James Comey testified before the Senate Intelligence Committee on June 8, he shockingly allowed that then Attorney General Loretta Lynch had instructed him not to refer to the Clinton email investigation as just that — an investigation — and instead commanded him to refer to it as a matter.

The fact that Lynch’s directive in wording neatly aligned with the Clinton campaign’s own downplaying of the seriousness of the crime was lost on no one outside a partisan echo chamber.

So, let’s reiterate what we know.

We know that President Obama put his finger on the scale which ultimately led to the issuance of “marching orders” to his FBI Director.

We know that Attorney General Lynch attempted to help cast the Democratic presidential candidate in a better light by the deft manipulation of semantics.

And we know that Comey testified back in September 2016 that he made the ill-fated decision to go forward with the FBI position not to prosecute Clinton after her interview by the investigative team.

This, however, proved not to be the case, as we learned this past week, when it was disclosed that Comey had drafted a statement that cleared Clinton some two months before the investigation had reached its conclusion.

As any investigator or prosecutor worth their salt could tell you: We don’t reach conclusions until all the facts are in and have been fairly weighed and considered.

The disgraceful unabated leaks sympathetic to the anti-Trump collective continue to hobble the current White House’s ability to get anything accomplished. And while they serve to burnish the former administration’s questionable decision-making and partisan calculus in the Clinton email investigation, this is the point where a moral imperative meets an overwhelming amount of evidence.

It is also where an abundance of smoke makes necessary the appointment of a special prosecutor to investigate the probable fire.

And though a decision to do just that will be assuredly maligned as a partisan effort, I feel the American people deserve to know why a politician was presumably treated differently than you or I would.

And if we deem the Russian collusion investigation appropriate and necessary, should we not also appeal to the Attorney General to appoint a special prosecutor in the email matter as well?

This isn’t a case of whataboutism. It’s a clear-cut case about doing what’s right.

James A. Gagliano is a CNN law enforcement analyst and retired FBI supervisory special agent. He also serves as an adjunct assistant professor at St. John's University and is a leadership consultant at the Thayer Leader Development Group (TLDG) at his alma mater, the United States Military Academy at West Point. Follow him on Twitter @JamesAGagliano.

The views expressed by contributors are their own and not the views of The Hill.

VERSES- I did teach from Isaiah 6 on the above video- ACTS 28- here’s the chapter-

Isaiah 6:1 In the year that king Uzziah died I saw also the LORD sitting upon a throne, high and lifted up, and his train filled the temple.

Isaiah 6:2 Above it stood the seraphims: each one had six wings; with twain he covered his face, and with twain he covered his feet, and with twain he did fly.

Isaiah 6:3 And one cried unto another, and said, Holy, holy, holy, is the LORD of hosts: the whole earth is full of his glory.

Isaiah 6:4 And the posts of the door moved at the voice of him that cried, and the house was filled with smoke.

Isaiah 6:5 Then said I, Woe is me! for I am undone; because I am a man of unclean lips, and I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lips: for mine eyes have seen the King, the LORD of hosts.

Isaiah 6:6 Then flew one of the seraphims unto me, having a live coal in his hand, which he had taken with the tongs from off the altar:

Isaiah 6:7 And he laid it upon my mouth, and said, Lo, this hath touched thy lips; and thine iniquity is taken away, and thy sin purged.

Isaiah 6:8 Also I heard the voice of the Lord, saying, Whom shall I send, and who will go for us? Then said I, Here am I; send me.

Isaiah 6:9 And he said, Go, and tell this people, Hear ye indeed, but understand not; and see ye indeed, but perceive not.

Isaiah 6:10 Make the heart of this people fat, and make their ears heavy, and shut their eyes; lest they see with their eyes, and hear with their ears, and understand with their heart, and convert, and be healed.

Isaiah 6:11 Then said I, Lord, how long? And he answered, Until the cities be wasted without inhabitant, and the houses without man, and the land be utterly desolate,

Isaiah 6:12 And the LORD have removed men far away, and there be a great forsaking in the midst of the land.

Isaiah 6:13 But yet in it shall be a tenth, and it shall return, and shall be eaten: as a teil tree, and as an oak, whose substance is in them, when they cast their leaves: so the holy seed shall be the substance thereof.

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