#gotta love ma berry

[thelilylav]

Y'know what? Fuck it (gives u guys a list of poc artists to listen to cause the white ppl on the music side of tumblr have been embarassing me)

List is under the cut, and warning bc I made it very long

Rock:

Los Abuelos De La Nada

Gesu No Kiwami Otobe

Chuck Berry

Ben E. King

Los Prisoneros

Ahmed Fakroun (ok this one's french art rock but in my book it still counts)

Burnout Syndromes (been fucking w them since I got into Haikyuu lmao)

Infinity Song (their hater song genuinely gets me every time LMAO)

People in the Box

N.E.R.D (my god if u don't know them.. idk dude my brother has been obsessed w them for forever so i just was not getting away regardless lol)

Punk/Punk Rock (& other punk subgenres):

Nova Twins (u must listen to them it's just the way it's gotta be guys)

Rina Sawayama (her hatred of Matty Healy is so attractive. i cannot believe i found her two years ago cause i still remember i would not shut up when i first heard her music it was so good)

BABYMETAL (the way their band name just straight up screams at people gets me every time lmaooo)

Indie:

The Younger Lovers

Mashrou Leila

Stella Jang

Shak SYrn (Jenni is on repeat in my room at any given moment)

Steve Lacy (if u listen to more than just Bad Habit u will find an actuall amazing discography)

Jenny Nuo (i have been OBSESSED w her music since like 2021 ish and it is a crime she hasn't blown up more imo)

Nujabes

Hemlocke Springs (oooo i hate that she does not get more love!!! synth pop and alt indie is such a fun niche like!!!)

Lyn Lapid (in my head she's huge but i have recently learned that artists i think r super popular may be unknown to an entire genre of ppl soo)

Megagonefree (found them on ig and omg!! PLS go check them out genuinely)

boa (i am once again shaming u if u don't know them)

Wallice

JAZZ (in all caps bc I fucking LOVE jazz no it's not dead go listen to jazz rn motherfuckers):

Idris Muhammad

Esperanza Spalding

Joanna Wang (ok she does pop and folk music too but idk she felt most appropriate here)

SAMARA JOY (put. some. respect. on. her. name. i would actually go to war for her i am not kidding. also this is in all caps bc MY MOM GOT TO SEE HER LIVE??? AND SHE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WHO SHE WAS PLS I WAS SO MAD OMGGG but i've been promised tickets next time so we're good)

Sade (my og one and only)

Funk:

Fadoul

George Clinton (i mean he's just a classic yknow)

Parliament (Give Up the Funk can make me dance like no other i swear)

Stevie Wonder (i mean.. like if we're on the topic of classics anyway then...)

Michael Jackson/The Jackson 5 (moreso his earlier stuff if my memory isn't lying to me.. look it's been a second since i listened to mj IM SORRY i am a busy person ok TT)

R&B:

Valerie June

Maxine Nightingale (if u don't listen to her... how do u have fun? actual question i put her on every time i need to feel happy atp)

Boney. M (technically they're reggae but they also count as R&B so idk.. i'm just putting them here if anyone wants me to move them later i will)

Amahla (Ca Suffit was so good and got me to check out the rest of her music, YOU SHOULD TOO!!)

Mary J Blige (not to judge but like... if u don't know THE queen then idk how to help you tbh)

SZA (wouldn't be a list without her in it tbh. i'm in love w her not even joking abt that)

Kali Uchis (to this day i cannot believe i saw her live i'm truly never getting a better moment than that omggg i have such a big crush on her anyway)

Aupinard (if ever u need to just vibe, this is the man u go to.)

Wejdene (TU PARLES AVEC UNE ANISSA MA MOI J'APPELLE WEJDENE- she's been my day 1 since i was like thirteen i can't even lie)

Annisse (just found out she only has like ~500 listeners on spotify??? apparently i'm one of them tho lmao so yeah go get that number up guys i love her too much for this disrespect)

Sister Sledge

Cheryl Lynn

Reggae:

Daddy Yankee (he's an honourable mention cause i couldn't not lmao)

Skindred (they're a reggae/metal fusion band and i will shut up abt them when i'm dead bc Nobody rewired my brain chemistry!!)

Manu Chao

Toquinho (i was so convinced this man was bossa nova but apparently he is reggae and i need to do some music theory review)

Folk:

Sushi Soucy (oh the things I Deserve to Bleed had me going thru in 2020/2021)

Miriam Makeba (Pata Pata should be enough to get anyone listening to her, just saying)

Lead Belly (do urself a favour and do some research on this man, i'm not kidding even if u don't like folk music u should know abt him- ESPECIALLY if u like Nirvana that'll make sense later trust)

Pop:

Corinne Bailey Rae (she has so much good music that gets ignored bc of Put Your Records On so.. yeah go listen to Black Rainbows she's only gotten better as time goes on lol)

Dru (he is for any person who likes ke$ha. i'm so serious he is early 2000s in a bottle and i love his music ur rlly missing out if u ignore him)

Monique Hasbun (found her recently! she's a Palestinian, Mexican and Salvadorian artist who plays around with Latin pop and does a lot of fusion music. she's dope go listen to her fr)

Mohammad Assaf (he made the Palestine song that's been going around ig a lot, but his other stuff is great as well. he's another Palestinian artist, so once again, go check him out!!)

Pinkpanthress (i LOVE her she's so much fun to just vibe to and idk how anyone couldn't have heard of her atp but then again this is the sight that didn't know who drake was so... sigh. go listen to her if u don't already!!)

Aliyah's Interlude (BROOO if u haven't heard of her actually go listen rn i'm so serious she is so good i can'ttttt ok bye)

Veondre (had a collab w Aliyah on It Girl and is gonna be releasing her own music very soon! she's trans too so go give her some love)

Shalco (wasn't sure whether to put him here or in hip hop, but his stuff is very very good either way)

Ado (she's j-pop but it's a form of pop so into the pop category she goes)

Moon (she's got two songs out rn, Moonlight and Seoul City Drift, and both r going on loop in my head at all times)

Jay Chou (call me a basic bitch idc he's good ok)

Atarashii Gakko! (i wouldn't say they're j-pop, but google did, so i'm just going w it lol)

flowerovlove (just trust me on this one)

El Tio Gamboin (Los Gatitos is such a cute song)

Grace Chang (see note for Jay Chou)

King Gnu (for all my j-pop lovers... come get ur man)

Salsa:

Lalo Rodriguez (included this genre specifically so i could mention him)

Adalberto Santiago

Roberto Roena (he's a classic i can't lie)

Hector Lavoe (i think he might be the most popular one in this genre lol)

City Pop (this is its own genre bc i literally did a presentation in high school abt it and i'll be damned if i don't flex my knowledge now):

Mariya Takeuchi

Miki Matsubara (my QUEEN my everything my-)

Anri

Taeko Onuki (one of my most listened to artists last yr for a Reason)

Kaoru Akimoto

Kingo Hamada

Jun Togawa

Bossa Nova:

Joao Gilberto (ooo he gets me every time i fucking love this man)

Elizeth Cardoso

Johnny Alf (forgot this man the first time around my bad BUT he's called the father of bossa nova for a reason so)

Hip Hop:

Flyana Boss (they're sooooo good i actually can't gush enough i have never felt so girlypop listening to music before go listen to them!! found the duo through ig so yeah if u want go follow them on there too to show support)

Lil Uzi Vert (for any emo lovers, go check out his song Werewolf with Bring Me the Horizon it is SO GOOD)

Samyra (she's slowly curing my body dysmorphia lol)

Yame (there's an accent on the e but idk how to do that on tumblr. anyway my ass loves french rap and before him i was stuck with klub des loosers so he saved my faith in the genre i can't even lie)

Lay Bankz (u cannot be chronically online and not have heard Ick yet, but i'm repping her regardless bc SHE'S SO GOOD)

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie (HEAR ME OUT-)

Kaliii (Area Codes was one of my most listened to songs last year... as it should be tbh)

Miguel (he does R&B too i just first listened to him bc of his collab w J.Cole sooo)

Tyler the Creator (putting him on here just to brag abt getting to see him in concert lmao)

XXXTentacion (he has been mourned and talked abt an insane amount, but he deserves it i'm not even gonna joke on this one. his artistry is insane and he deserves some love if u haven't listened to him yet)

Kendrick Lamar (i mean i've been reblogging stuff abt him enough. Mr. Morale was actually the album that made me start Listening listening to him and i'm honestly glad it was bc that album is still my favourite to this day if i'm being totally honest)

Renaissauce (criminally and i do mean CRIMINALLY underrated)

#ok i'm stopping here bc i'm a little scared that tumblr is gonna crash on me soon #but u guys get the point #if anyone wants an extension of this list w more genres i would be happy to provide btw #this felt so chaotic to make but it was rlly fun to go through my spotify and actually check the artists i listen to #idk sometimes u just have to remind yourself that you do in fact have good music sometimes lol #music #kendrick lamar #tyler the creator #kali uchis #samara joy #music recs #was contractually obligated to make this after seeing how white some ppl's playlists r apparently #and like guys... you've got no excuse if my white ass can find time to appreciate music #plus these artists r all amazing on their own anyway so check them out regardless #also i'm so sorry to my moots for not shutting up abt music lately #apparently i had a lot of feelings abt it that i have not been getting of my chest so #i'll be back to posting the norm soon (although what even is the norm for me lol)

[blondbrat]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 2 : 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 ‘23 𐙚 — stoner!matt sturniolo part 2. smut

warnings; pure smut hehe, mentions of weed, protective!matt, f!reader pt.1

“let him hear whata pretty slut u are, mm?” he loves the way ur glossy eyes widen. all foggy and ditsy from the previous cherry kissed drags ! ! placing messy smooches all over ur collarbone as u nuzzle into his neck all flustered and cheeky at the lil idea ! ! ur cunnty fluttering at the naughty tingle. “Matt!” U whine feeling so fithly by the way it filled ur cloudy thoughts, all eager and needy : ((

giggling in matts neck, the strong weedy smell filling ur senses “damn mama, gotta get high with you more often” he chuckled huskily. gripping ur plush hips and dragging his girl plopped down on his lap ! ! “nah’ but im being for real baby, letting him hear your heavenly moans” he whispered. eliciting a surprised squeak as he softly rutted against ur clothed, pretty pussy. feeling the way ur thighs clenched together coyly ! ! why did he have to be so teasing? ? : ((

“mmph, feels so good matty’ you swoon. ur head feeling so light and fluffy, lolling on his shoulder — the sweet, wet mess in ur panties making u feel even needier : (( “yah baby? fuck ma, your wet arnt’ ya?” he smirks. lifting ur dewy thighs just to grind them back down on his throbbing bulge ! ! becoming almost unbearable the moment ur pretty doe eyes find his.

all u could do was nod dumbly. his bulgy zipper meeting ur puffy clit : (( making u all whiney as his lips slam against urs tasting ur sweet, berry lipgloss. a groan falling from his tongue as u opened eagerly. his tongue sweeping in ur drooling mouth. ur lashes flutter closed — his hands glazing ur soft thighs before squeezing ur ass. “fuck, words ma” he drawls against ur lips. “n-need you matt!” you mewl blushing. feeling the smirk the curled against ur lips. “fuck, knew it pretty girl, ima’ show my brother just how much your mine ma”

you were ditsy to the lil fact that he keeped his door a crack open. he knew chris was downstairs, huffing on the plush coach.. and he loved showing off ur blissful moans ! ! especially the lil giggles and mewls that the weed elicited in ur dewy thoughts. ur heart beating in rhythm with ur throbbing cunnty : ((

be was impatient ! ! So were u hehe letting his large hands replace his mouth, now occupied with ur flushed skin groping and squeezing ur soft flesh as his lips trailed down ur front. biting at ur pebbled nipples teasingly as he rolls the pretty buds against his tongue ! ! so coy as his hot tongue leaves ur full tits gliding down ur tummy as he lays suckled, bubblegum marks. u squirm underneath him as his licks the top lace of ur panties, pulling the flowery fabric as it softly snapped back down. u squeaked ! ! he laughed smugly as his teeth gripped the tiny things and dragged them down ur thighs ur aroused glaze dampening ur inner thighs. the sight making his cock swell unbearably more ! ! u blushed clenching ur legs together as if u were embarrassed : (( u just felt so dirty, absolutely dripping for him as ur pretty mind spun in a delicate high ! “dont hide for me, baby. lemme see this pussy” he pries ur legs apart his eyes devouring the sight of ur sweet cunt. drooling and puffy ! ! he smirks coyly, watching u giggle and fluster all sweetly. u were just so needy ! !

his fingers glide up ur inner thighs, before finally cupping ur cunnty ! ! you gasp softly as his digits dive into ur dripping folds. letting ur sweet essence coat his long fingers. licking his lips as his eyes met urs, so pretty. All glassy and wide, so naughty. “how ya’ want it mama tongue or cock, baby?” he grins watching ur hips buck up as he twirls circles around ur puffy clit all teasingly : ((

u whine ! ! “n-need u inside me!” u mewl, so high and needy u couldnt take it ! ! making grabby hands towards his shoulders as he plays with ur swollen cunnty : (( ! ! “damn baby, i like this stoner you, y’know what you fucking need pretty girl”

it wasnt long before ur plushy thighs are sprawled around his waist, his large hands gripping onto ur hips as u bounce on his cock ! ! ur lashes fluttering open and closed as pretty moans and mewls of pleasure leave ur cherry smoked lips. ur glossy state just making u so bold ! ! ! his groans and ur soft screams filling the cozy room as u grind his tip into that sweet spot inside u ! ! Gummy walls clenching him so tightly — fucking up into u so fast you couldnt even think ! ! “taking me so fcking good baby” he groans — kissing u messily as his eyes roll back ! ! The sounds u were making were absolute heaven him hoping that his fcking brother heard ! ! : ))

he felt ur drooling walls clench around his, squeezing his cock as he guides ur hips knowing u were so lost in pleasure u could only whimper and moan ! ! “fuck mama, cum for me. Let it all out baby girl, wanna see that pretty little curl” the moment his words flowed through ur cloudy head, u cummed ! ! ur lips curling in their mewling pout as u writhed on top of him his head throwing back as he pumped into u, thick ropes of cum shooting inside as you rode him through both ur orgasms — full tits bouncing as ur loud angel moan filled the room ! ! and god, it was the hottest thing he had ever seen

chris couldnt unhear ur moans for weeks — but matt made it perfectly clear that his girl only smoked pot with her man : )) and only he could make u feel so good hehe

#𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 2023’ #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo smut #smut blurb #soft smut #fluffy smut #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo fluff #smut writing #smut fic #sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #꒰ matt my bb ꒱ #꒰ chars fiction ꒱

[parokka]

ok so for not confusing people up with my inconsistencies i will have this pinned with the actual "canon" designs and names i have planned for the characters

"parokka rokka" (parappa as lammy)

age: 18

birthday 19XX/12/6

- note that he wears several shirts but the main ones are the question mark and the blank white one

- "パロッカロッカ"

- catchphrase is "yeah, i gotta believe! leave it to parokka!"

- guitar is actually frog-like

- he wears a contrasting frog pin on his flannel to noodle who wears a skull one.

"noodle omohiyama" (colonel noodle as rammy)

age: 18

birthday 19XX/10/31

- note that he nicknamed himself that because of guitar noodling not because he is obsessed with noodles

- note that his nose is square looking and his hair is shaved at the sides unlike the original noodle who has a round nose and normal afro

- he is not in hell

- catchphrase is "i know, i gotta believe! rave it to noodle!"

- "ヌードル思ひ山"

- guitar is actually "V" shaped

"jammy" (lammy as parappa)

age: 20

- name suggested by parappaadventure2

- catchphrase is "my rhymes are in my mind!"

"oj berrie" (pj as ma-san)

age: 19

- note that he generally wears shoes

- he can still talk

"general rokka" (papa parappa as ge neral potter)

age: early to middle 50s

"mr. potter/papa potter" (general potter as papa parappa)

age: late 40s

birthday 19XX/12/12

(there are of course way more but i do not have proper drawings of them in the rodney artstyle to post them right now but i will go on updating this list eventually)

"sunny" i do not have a proper name yet man (sunny as katy)

- she is the founder of lemonadeflask, the band is formed by sunny, parokka, and oj

"kate katnip" (katy as sunny)

"ma-chan" (ma-san as pj)

age: 21

- note that im still trying to decide on her color palette.

- she still cannot talk properly.

"the empress" (rammy as colonel noodle)

- she is the empress of hell

"beard karate master" (beard burger master as chop chop master onion)

"slice slice master onion" (chop chop master onion as beard burger master)

"martial mum" (noodle mum as chop chop's assistant)

"mama parokka" (mama parappa as sunny's mom)

"mama funny" (sunny's mom as mama parappa)

"captain octopus/captain takoyama" (hairdresser octopus/takoyama as captain fussenpepper)

"hairdresser pepper" (captain fussenpepper as hairdresser octopus)

"matthew major" (matt major as paula fox)

- he is parokka's cousin on this au for lore purposes

"pauline foxx" (paula fox as matt major)

- "pinto rokka" (pinto as uee)

- "uee" (uee as pinto)

- "pandatsu" (pandatsu(lammy's plush) as boxy boy)

- it is alive on this au and brings advice to jammy

- "blocky boy" (boxy boy as lammy's plush)

- "candice" (the tub girl as joe chin)

- she is in love with parokka instead of joe being in love with sunny

- "joe chin" (joe chin as the tub girl)

- "missy morphosis" (cathy piller as guru ant)

age: unknown

#parappa the rapper #parappa swap au #parappa #parappa au #parappa 2 #parappa the rapper 2 #ask blog #art tag #um jammer lammy #colonel noodle #general potter #pj berri #general rokka #noodle omohiyama #jammy lamb #lammy lamb #ptr #ujl #papa parappa #oj berrie

[pinknerdpanda]

The Diner

Word Count: 3,623 (decidedly NOT a drabble...it got out of control and I won’t apologize.) Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: Angst, Theft, Fluff Beta’d By: @princessmisery666​ - thank you my love

A/N: This was requested (kind of?) by my amazing and wonderful Name Twin @amanda-teaches. I hope you like this babe! (And I promise I’m working on the other still) I know these are called “Merry Manda’s Christmas Drabbles” and literally NONE of them are Drabbles...but I’m lazy and haven’t changed it in the 4 years I’ve been doing these. So...Sorry? (I’m not, actually. I’m not even sorry a little bit.)

The bitter chill of winter air cut through the leather of Bucky’s jacket as he stepped out of the car. He’d briefly considered taking his bike for the evening but had thought better of it. Though now, he was grateful he’d spared himself that torture. Shivering, he wondered if getting out on this frigid night was even worth it at all. 

“Fuckin’ hate the cold,” he muttered, the words crystallizing in the air as he shoved the keys into his pocket and began making his way to the door. 

After Steve went back in time to return the stones - and himself - to their proper place, Bucky felt lost. He’d known Steve’s intentions - even supported them. Didn’t mean it didn’t hurt like hell.

He and Sam had gotten along better than Bucky would have guessed at the jump. They’d actually grown code enough, Bucky might even go as far as to call Sam a friend. Sure, they still had their moments of friction, but overall they worked well together. Sam was a damn hard worker and made him laugh, despite the obvious pain Bucky saw in his eyes. He missed Steve too. Whether they admitted it or not to themselves - certainly not out loud - they needed each other. 

But sometimes Bucky just needed some time to himself. 

That was how he’d wound up here the first time six months ago. It had been Steve’s birthday and even though Sam had invited him along to go see his old friend, he’d declined. He hadn’t been ready for the reminder of what kind of life he’d missed out on. So instead, he’d chosen to go for a drive with no real destination in mind. Not long into the trip however, he’d gotten hungry and stopped at the first place he saw. 

The diner was small; cramped and slightly dingy, with scuffed linoleum floors and cracked booth seats. The menus felt sticky and none of the dishes matched, but the coffee was perfect. Hot, dark and slightly burnt; just how he liked it.

If anyone had recognized him that first day, they didn’t say anything. He was used to his fair share of open stares and the odd murmuring of worried voices wherever he went. But not here. Here, he was just Bucky - cup of coffee, no cream.

Bucky fell in love with the place immediately and it soon became his little home away from home. A place of refuge he could escape to when things got too heavy or his thoughts got too loud. Or, like tonight, when he just really, really wanted some of that amazingly shitty diner coffee.

The cold air that enveloped Bucky sloughed off as the diner door shut behind him, quickly replaced by the warm scent of coffee and whatever Mel was frying in the kitchen. He’d been there less than a second and he could already feel himself begin to relax. 

A quick scan of the space showed no signs of anything out of the ordinary. Well - not really. A few weeks back, someone had decorated the counter top with a small, fiber-optic Christmas tree and a Santa figure that looked nearly as old as the place itself. Meager as it may be, it made the place feel festive. 

The old jukebox in the corner - usually churning out songs by Chuck Berry, Elvis and The Temptations - hummed holiday tunes and voices that made him remember Christmases long since past. Before the war, before HYDRA, before the snap...when he was just a charming blue eyed kid from Brooklyn, looking out for his sisters and his annoyingly stubborn best friend. Bing Crosby's soothing timbre always brought back fond memories of his ma's cooking and the squeals of delight from the girls when they woke Christmas morning.

His moment of reverie was broken, however, by the sound of another familiar voice. 

“Hey Bucky. Merry Christmas!” Y/n smiled and Bucky briefly thought of the prospect of making new Christmas memories to settle alongside those from so long ago.

Y/n followed him with a steaming pot of coffee as he took his seat at his usual booth. She filled the cup to the very brim before leaning against the back of the seat opposite of him.

“Merry Christmas, y/n.” Bucky wrapped both hands around the chipped porcelain mug. “I figured you’d have the night off, bein’ the holidays and all.”

In all the months he’d been coming here, he’d only ever seen her face bright and full of joy. She was sweet and kind and always made a point to have a chat with him about anything and nothing when she had a moment to spare. If he was being honest, part of the pull he felt toward this place was because there was a good chance he’d get to bask in her glow, if only for an hour or two.

But now, the smile on her face drew tight and the light in her eyes dimmed. In an instant, Bucky was filled with a pang of regret. Before he could find the words to apologize, her features melted back into place. He wondered if the cheeriness she tended to exude was simply a mask that he’d failed to recognize. 

“Girl’s gotta make a buck somehow, right? Just the coffee tonight?”

Bucky paused, the cup halfway to his lips as he thought about it. 

“Actually, I think I’m craving pie.”

Y/n nodded approvingly. “Well lucky for you, we have lots to choose from. Pick your poison.” 

Savoring the delicious burn of the first sip of liquid gold, Bucky smacked his lips and tipped his head to one side. “How about you surprise me? Bring two slices of your favorite?”

“Coming right up!”

Bucky watched as y/n made her way behind the counter, setting the pot back on the warmer and moving to the fridge where they kept their pies. Propping a fist on one hip, y/n pursed her lips as she surveyed the options before her.

Bing's voice filled the comfortable silence as he crooned "White Christmas".

“Heya, Buck!” Mel’s voice drew his attention and he turned to find the greying head of the diner’s owner peeking out of the kitchen window. "Merry Christmas!"

“Merry Christmas yourself, Mel. Surprised you’re even open tonight.” 

“Everybody’s gotta eat, even on Christmas Eve.” Mel grinned. “Besides, who else is gonna let your ugly mug drink all their coffee for a buck and a half?”

Bucky scoffed and shook his head. “You oughta be grateful I even come in and pay for this sludge, Mel. I could just stay home and drink my own damn coffee.”

“And yet here you are,” Mel quipped back, his gaze flicking to y/n as she approached Bucky’s table with two slices of pie. Mel winked at Bucky before disappearing into the kitchen.

Bucky’s face flushed at the not so subtle implication. And yet, here I am, Bucky thought as y/n set the plate in front of him.

“Chocolate cream pie, huh?” Bucky quirked an eyebrow at her. “I woulda pegged you for a cherry kinda gal.” 

“Guess you woulda been wrong then, Sarge.” Y/n shrugged, a smug smile on her lips. “Enjoy!”

Y/n turned to head back to the counter, but Bucky caught her wrist gently. As she turned around, a spark of something between fear and confusion flashed across her face.

“Now where are you going?” Bucky let go of her wrist and motioned at the seat across from him as he continued. “Thought we were gonna have some pie?”

Confusion won over as she narrowed her eyes at him. “You’re gonna have some pie. I gotta get back to work.”

Bucky gestured around the nearly empty diner, his eyes wide with feigned innocence. Only one other table was occupied - a young couple, too giggly and twitterpated to notice anything other than each other. “I dunno. Looks to me like there’s not much work to be done at the moment. And besides, you really think I could eat all this by myself?”

Y/n planted her fist on her hip again and rolled her eyes. “Something tells me you definitely could.”

Gasping in mock offense, Bucky pressed his hand to his heart. “Even the notion! And on Christmas Eve, no less…”

Scoffing, y/n held up her hands in surrender. “Alright, fine. Let me go get a cup of coffee and I’ll join you. But only because it’s Christmas.” Y/n shook her head warily as she walked back behind the counter.

He didn't even try to fight the pleased smile from his lips as he tapped the side of the mug with a vibranium finger. “Maybe just bring the pot?” Bucky called before draining the last of his cup.

A dull thunk against the warped tabletop nearly startled him and he looked up to find y/n already settled across from him, the coffee pot between them.

“Already ahead of you, Bucky.”

Bucky grinned and nudged a napkin wrapped fork in her direction as y/n poured a cup of coffee for herself and refilled his. 

“So…” he began, unfurling his fork and immediately scooping up a large bite of pie and jamming it into his mouth.

Y/n’s eyebrow quirked and she paused, fork poised midair as she responded - “So?” - before copying his action, albeit with a slightly smaller bite. 

“That’s some damn fine pie.” Bucky licked his lips and hummed in delight as he took another bite. “So, what’s the story?”

Y/n set her fork down and wiped her napkin over her mouth. Bracing her elbows on the table and wrapping her hands around her coffee, she tipped her head to one side.

“What’s what story?”

Bucky at least had the manners to swallow before taking a drink and leveling a measured gaze at her.

“Earlier, your face dropped when I mentioned you working tonight. What’s that about?”

Perhaps at some point in Bucky’s long, long life he’d have danced around the question. But lately he found himself growing more and more blunt. Why not just cut right to the chase without all the benign pleasantries?

Y/n blinked and cleared her throat. “I...uh...I don’t know what you mean.” She smiled at him, though her lips seemed forcibly stretched around her teeth.

Leaning forward, Bucky shook a gunmetal grey finger at her. “Nope. Not gonna cut it. Something’s bothering you, and I wanna help. If you’ll let me.” He sat back, running a hand through his recently shortened locks. “God knows you’ve listened to enough of my bullshit to last a lifetime.”

Tentative fingers wrapped around her fork as she began swirling the tines through the whipped cream of her mostly-uneaten pie. Bucky watched as she distracted herself with the sugary concoction. 

“It’s,” she cleared her throat, gaze still trailing the swirls made with her fork. “It’s my brother. He got himself in trouble with some pretty brutal bookies. He came around last week asking for cash; I guess he’s in pretty deep. I gave him the little bit of savings I had, but I guess it wasn’t enough.” 

Bucky’s body went rigid and he felt the anger building in his veins. He was thankful her gaze was still downcast, because he imagined the look in his eyes was pretty dark. 

Y/n swallowed, setting her fork down with a soft ‘clink’ against the plate. “I came home from work a few days ago and he’d come in and stolen anything he thought he could get some money out of. I dunno; guess he pawned it or something.”

Small whirs and barely audible clicks of metal on metal filled the silence between them as Bucky’s fist clenched nearly as tight as his jaw. He knew she probably didn’t hear it, but to his heightened senses, it sounded like a blaring siren. Schooling his features and relaxing as best he could, he took an extra moment to level the tone of his voice.

“Your brother robbed you to pay off some bookies?” 

Y/n eyes shot up, meeting his and widening suddenly as realization struck her. “Shit, I didn’t...please don’t…” She sucked in a shaky breath.

Bucky placed a hand over hers, surprising himself for a second before shaking his head. “Hey, hey. It’s ok.”

Hanging her head, she sighed. “Sometimes I forget who you are. You’re just Bucky, to me. I shouldn’t have said anything. I didn’t mean to put you in any kind of awkward situation being an Avenger and all…”

Her rambling died as Bucky’s hand tightened around hers reassuringly. 

“I think knowing I’m ‘just Bucky’ here is one of my favorite things about coming here,” he offered her a lopsided grin as she met his gaze through watery lashes. “I’m just worried about you. You didn’t do anything wrong, darlin’.”

Releasing his hand, she sunk back into the faded pleather booth and wrapped her cardigan around herself.

“I know. I’m fine. Really.” She picked at an invisible thread on her sleeve. “I mean I can do without a TV or a computer, but he took all the presents I bought for the kids down at the rec center. I’d been saving all year to be able to do something nice for them.”

Bucky’s face flushed with renewed anger. How in the hell did someone so kind and generous and wonderful as y/n wind up with such an asshole for a brother?

“Excuse me, miss?”

Y/n looked as caught off guard as Bucky felt when the young couple from the other table called for her. They seemed hesitant to even disrupt the obviously tense situation. 

“I’m so sorry to bother you, but we’re gonna miss our train if we don’t leave soon.” 

“Oh no, no, no. You’re no bother.” Y/n sniffed and pasted on a smile as she slid out of the booth and met them at the counter. “I’m sorry I didn’t check on you sooner.”

Their conversation faded into the background as Bucky’s head buzzed with all the ways he wanted to make y/n’s brother pay for hurting her so badly. A voice in the back of his head - one that sounded entirely too much like Steve’s star-spangled-ass for his liking - told him to calm down. It was obvious y/n loved her brother, and anything Bucky’s scrambled mind could come up with to deal with him would definitely end up hurting her more. 

So, rather than plotting revenge, Bucky pulled out his phone instead. He began clicking away furiously and got so lost in his mission, he missed the sound of y/n’s footsteps as she neared. The feeling of a warm hand against his shoulder made him jump, the device thumping to the table, narrowly missing his now-cooled cup of coffee.

“At ease, Sarge. It’s just me.” Y/n chuckled and patted his shoulder. “I didn’t think it was even possible to scare you.”

Bucky’s face twisted in smug defiance. “It’s not. I was just distracted, that’s all.” He snorted in derision. 

“Uh-huh.” Y/n’s lips pursed, clearly trying to fight a smile. Bucky wished she wouldn’t; he’d give just about anything to see her face light up again. “Well, I’ve gotta go clear their table and start getting things shut down for the night. I just wanted to thank you for listening to me and for always being so...well...you.”

The sound of Bucky’s heartbeat roared in his ears as she leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss against his cheek. 

“Merry Christmas, Bucky.”

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A loud, almost violent-sounding banging on the front door woke Bucky up with a jerk. He scowled, eyes squinted against the faint golden rays of morning sun peeking through his curtains. The clock on his nightstand seemed to mock him with bright, bold, red numbers declaring the time to be 6:48 am.

The banging started again, somehow more violently. Muttering curses under his breath - mostly aimed at Sam for deciding to spend the holiday with his family down south, thereby leaving him to deal with whoever was currently trying to break down the front door - Bucky stumbled out of bed.

Another rapid series of knocks came to an abrupt stop as Bucky swung the door open. The venomous glare melted from his face as soon as his eyes met y/n’s.

“Y/n? What are you…”

His confused mumbling was cut off as y/n pushed inside and began pacing the length of the living room. She looked upset; angry even. Which Bucky could understand, at some level, as he, too, was none too pleased with being conscious at this god-forsaken hour. He watched her silent pacing with a sleepy sort of curiosity, expecting her to either start yelling or crying at any second. When a minute or so passed and she’d done neither, he tried again.

“Y/n? What’s wrong?”

The pacing stopped suddenly as she whirled to face him. The fire burning in her eyes was slightly off putting and not something he was used to seeing from her.

“What’s wrong?!” She stalked towards him. “What’s wrong is that I was woken this morning by a burly man named Carl - who smelled of cheese and tequila and told me he had a load of packages waiting for me in his truck. I was seconds away from calling the cops when he told me that it had all been paid for by someone named J. Barnes.”

Bucky’s head fell forward, a funny heat creeping up his face. A particular plank of flooring had suddenly become incredibly interesting.

Y/n scoffed. “I was confused at first, because I don’t know any J. Barnes, right? Except I do, don’t I James.” 

The sound of his given name fell from her lips in a sort of disdainful disbelief that made Bucky’s head snap up. 

“Y/n listen…”

“How did you even know where I lived? Are you some type of creepy stalker customer? I never asked for...I didn’t…” y/n huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “I didn’t tell you that story so I could be seen as some charity case!”

Bucky held his hands up and took a slow step towards her. When she didn’t step back, he continued to approach her cautiously.

“First off, I know you didn’t. I didn’t mean for it to come across that way. I was only trying to help.” He now stood only a foot away, and made no move to come closer as he continued. “I’m not a stalker, either. I only had EDITH look you up and send the address straight to the delivery company. I specifically told her not to give it to me.”

“Who the hell is Edith?”

Bucky sighed, “It’s not a who, it’s a what. It’s Stark’s AI. The narcissistic bastard called it EDITH - ‘Even Dead, I’m The Hero’.” Bucky rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t help the twinge of pain at the thought of Tony. One of Bucky’s biggest regrets was not being able to make peace with the man before he sacrificed himself against Thanos.

Y/n frowned, opening and closing her mouth a few times. Bucky took a chance and stepped forward, placing his hands gently on her elbows.

“I’m sorry, I swear I was just trying to help. When you said your brother stole all the gifts you’d bought for the kids at the rec center, it made me think of my sisters. There were a few Christmases when my ma couldn’t afford presents and it broke my heart for them. I was just a kid back then and I couldn’t do anything to help, but now I have the means and I just...I just want to help.” 

Without warning, Bucky found himself engulfed in y/n’s arms. Her face was warm against his bare chest and he blushed, just now realizing he hadn’t bothered to put a shirt on. He pushed aside his own discomfort and wrapped his arms around her, squeezing tighter when he felt her body begin to convulse with silent sobs.

They stayed that way for...well, Bucky wasn’t sure. It could have been a minute; it could have been an hour. But eventually, her tears subsided and she pulled back, wiping her face and not meeting his gaze.

“Thank you, Bucky” Her voice was so quiet when she spoke, Bucky wondered if he’d only been able to hear it because of his enhanced hearing. “But I can’t accept it. It’s too much, I can’t ask you…”

“You didn’t. I wanted to. For you and for those kids. Every kid deserves a present at Christmas.”

Y/n shook her head, eyes still glossy, though her lips curved in a sweet smile. 

“You’re too precious for this world, you know that Sarge?” She sucked in a deep breath. “Ok, fine, but on one condition.”

Bucky frowned. “Condition?”

“Yes. You have to help me deliver them.” Y/n crossed her arms again, a challenging glint in her gaze. “But you should probably put a shirt on first.”

Bucky cringed. “Yeah, sorry about that.”

“Don’t be.” Y/n’s eyes widened as though she hadn’t meant to speak the words out loud. 

Bucky fought the urge to make a smug remark and chose instead to ignore it and save her from any further embarrassment. Though he did catalogue that to contemplate later.

“Alright. Let me get changed and then we can get going.”

Bucky smiled and started toward his room, but stopped to face y/n again.

“Oh and y/n?”

Y/n looked at him and Bucky pretended not to notice the way her eyes trailed over his bare torso before she met his eyes.

“Hm?”

“Merry Christmas.”

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[greedentstripes]

(N) YOU HAVE EVERYTHING PACKED RIGHT? ALL YOUR CORDS AND GADGETS?

(Nick) Yea I got everything!

(N) AND KRISTIN'S TOYS?

(Nick) Yes. And Kristin too.

(Kristin) *babyspeak*

(Nick) I love you too Krissy.

(N) THAT WAS MY NEXT QUESTION.

(Nick) Gen, remember you're welcome at my house anytime you want to play some more video games.

(N) YOU READY TO GO NICK?

(Nick) Yea, I--

(Rotomphone) RING! RING! CALL FROM MOM! RING! RING!

(Nick answers the phone) Hey ma! What's up!

(Shelly) Nick, someone's here to see Kristin. It's important. Please come home at your earliest convenience.

(Nick) Kind of on time actually. Sleepover's wrapping up. I'm already packed and on my way right over.

(Shelly) Good.

(???, afar) Can I talk to them?

(Shelly) Oh uh sure. I'm handing the phone to her--

(???) Him, please.

(Shelly) Oh dear, sorry sir! I didn't know.

(???) It's okay. Common mistake.

(Shelly) I'm handing the phone to him.

* Phone transfer noises from other end

(???, on phone) Hello? Is this Nick?

(Nick) Yea. N was just about to open up a portal to bring me back home.

(???) Oh. I'll not hold you up then. There is important matters we need to discuss.

(Nick) Very well then. Thanks for calling. Tell mom "I love you."

(???) A son and his mother undivided. I will do so. Thank you.

(Rotomphone) Call ended!

(Nick) That was Mom, and someone else who wants to see Kristin. We'll have to cut our goodbyes short.

* Nick walks up to Willow, smiling, and giving her 6x Custap berries as a thank you gift. More than enough for her and her parents.

(Nick) Thank you for holding this event, Willow. It was nice to catch up with friends, old and new. I hope we can have another one like this again. These berries are for you and your mum and pop. I like your dad, he's got a puppylike energy. I see a little bit of my dad in him actually! Our dads should hang out sometime! I think they'd be good friends. Our moms should hang too while we're at it, your mom's a total sweetie. Anyways, I gotta go. Important family matters came up.

(Nick had a surprised look to his face) Oh dear I nearly forgot!

(Nick gives Willow two more Custap berries and 1000 poke) Can you give these berries to the kind Toxtricity out back? I wanted to thank them for the music. And uh, there's 1000 poke from N for you, who wanted to give you a sizable tip and a thank you for having the books available to help them out. Well, actually, that's 1000 between the both of us, I wanted to thank you for much the same thing. It's nice to finally be able to talk to them without a language barrier.

* Nick walked back to N, who had the portal to home open.

(N) EVERYTHING SET?

(Nick) Yep! Let's go!

* Nick and N walk through the portal, with Kristin on Nick's baby harness and all of their luggage on paw.

Nick and Co. have left the event!

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[thetomorrowshow]

Slower Than Words Ch. 23

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Hey..... a member of my household just tested positive for Covid-19, and I am displaying symptoms sooooooo hopefully that won’t affect posting but it has made this chapter a little shorter than I had wanted. Basically if the next chapter isn’t out on time that’s why.

cw: b a d parenting, references to trauma

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Remus chewed on the end of his pen. Riley, Alberts, Robertson, Robinson, Richards, Allison, Reese, Arlowe . . . something that started with an 'A' or an 'R'. But what? Why couldn't he remember his own last name?

Logan was always saying something about brainwashing and trauma, but Logan knew his own last name! Stupid Logan Sanders and his calm explanations for everything in Remus's life. He didn't want someone telling him how he felt or why, he wanted to move on. He wanted to figure himself out for himself. He wanted out.

The trip to the library a couple weeks ago had been even worse than expected. Logan hadn't even let go of Patton, despite how uncomfy the kid looked. It had to suck to be twenty-something and have your dad drag you around by the shoulders everywhere you go.

Patton had only wanted one book, for some reason. There were so many books in that building, and Logan had pulled like a hundred from the shelves just to show him. He'd signed so quickly about the book that Remus couldn't keep up, but Logan had frowned and talked to the librarian for a few minutes, before eventually presenting Patton with a book—which was probably the one he'd been asking for. His face looked weird after receiving it, happy, but also seriously depressed. It looked pretty old, Remus had no idea why he'd wanted that book.

Rivers, Albright, Abbott, Ramsey, Russell, Reed, Rowell, Austen. . . . Nothing. Not even a smidge of anything. Well, if he couldn't remember his last name, what about the name of where he used to live?

The city came to him almost instantly.

Sharon.

Remus snorted. That was a stupid name for a city. Actually, he could remember joking about it with his brother, about how their mom shared it.

Energy flooded to his limbs with a suddenness, and when the bell rang from the door opening beside him he literally fell out of his seat.

“W-welcome to Chevron,” he said, straightening up. The customer nodded barely at him, making a beeline for the refrigerators in the back. Remus quickly wrote on the scrap of paper he'd been doodling circles onto so far: 'sharon – town and ma'.

Now he just had to figure out which state sounded the most familiar, and if Sharon was a city there. He'd spent days just driving around town with friends, he probably still knew his way around.

The customer paid for a few jugs of Gatorade, then left, dust puffing up behind his truck as he pulled out of the parking lot. Remus sat back down, scratching his mustache with his pen. He could google the city when he got home, then. . . .

Then he'd figure out how to tell Patton and Logan he was leaving.

-

Patton sighed, flipping through the first half of the book again. Summer, it was called. This copy looked almost identical to the other one. He closed his eyes and ran his fingers along the slightly indented title, like Virgil would. He'd had it for almost two months now, asking Father to renew the book instead of allowing it to be returned. He really wanted to finish it, after all.

Not that he could ever get himself to read past around the middle.

Patton's notebook was almost full now, but he couldn't ask Remus for another. Not after how much Remus was already doing for him. The pages were filled with studying mouth movements, bad jokes, and journal entries that mostly were about Virgil and what they'd do when they were together again. In tiny, cramped handwriting was a detailed recollection of everything Patton could remember that Virgil told him about where he lived—which wasn't much. It was hard to hold on to any memories from there. His therapist said it had to do with trauma memories being stored incorrectly, and said he might have flashbacks about it. So far, none had happened, but sometimes he wished one would—just so he could see Virgil again.

He wasn't good at drawing, but here and there in his notebook were vague sketches of Virgil. Some days, Patton woke up not sure what he looked like. He couldn't forget him. Patton would never forgive himself if he forgot the lovely mistiness of Virgil's eyes, the way his hair fell into his mouth and made him sputter, the stark paleness of his face against his black hoodie. . . .

Patton wrapped the hoodie around himself. He needed to think about something else, or else he'd start crying again. Crying made his head and ears hurt, which his doctor said would probably always be the case. So he mostly did his best to not cry, ever.

Patton cast his mind around for something new to think about, and landed on the trip to the library several weeks ago. The trip wasn't . . . optimal?

No. The trip sucked.

Father wouldn't let go of him, which just made him feel like a toddler having to be guided around. It was bright, and had a lot of people, and was a little startling, but Patton was sure he could have handled it. Why didn't Father trust him?

It wasn't just that. Father made him go to bed at a specific time every night, wouldn't let him have any say in what he ate, wouldn't even let him pick what to watch on the TV. It was . . . it was stupid! It was awful, it was embarrassing, it was demeaning! It made Patton feel worthless, like he wasn't even a proper member of society! He wasn't a boy anymore, he had even had a job back at the Haven, he wasn't helpless!

Maybe soon, with all that he'd been learning, he could prove to Father that he was capable. And if Father wouldn't believe him, well . . . Patton would have to make him.

Again, that anger was right at the surface, ready to spill out into the air. At least he had the book.

-

Somehow, Logan had let Remus convince him that he didn't need to go to every therapy appointment with Patton, so Logan was at home alone. For the first time in months. He was exhausted, but he did not have time to sleep.

Patton was hiding something. Logan was undeniably certain of it. And when Patton hid something, he hid it under his bed.

Logan didn't get up immediately. This was a matter of privacy, after all. He understood that he was likely being a little too restricting with his son, but who could blame him? He'd almost lost him. So if Patton was hiding something, it was likely best to know what it was. Patton didn't seem to realize the amount of danger he was in. It wasn't his fault, he was just a child. Children weren't supposed to worry about this sort of thing, it was their parents' jobs to care for them. So, naturally, he had to make sure that whatever Patton was hiding wasn't going to bring harm in some way. If it was, he could gently confront him about it, and explain why it was not acceptable.

With that plan in mind, Logan stood from his desk and made his way to Patton's room. His door was always open, even when he was inside—it made sense, all things considered.

The room still had almost precisely the same setup as Logan had put together, down to the making of the bed. He'd told Patton that he was allowed to customize his room and ask for personal items, but so far he had done neither of those things. The only difference was that the small closet now had a few more pieces of clothing in it.

Logan bent to his hands and knees beside the bed and peered beneath. Sure enough, there were items underneath the boy's bed: a battered blue notebook, the singular book that he had wanted from the library last month, the jacket that had belonged to the other other prisoner. Logan reached for the notebook, grunting when his back popped.

He pulled himself onto Patton's bed to open it. It was confusing, at first, some jokes in his son's handwriting, rather poor sketches of an unfamiliar face. Then. . . .

Oh.

That—that was bad.

Logan took a few deep breaths, then flipped another page, then another. More of the same. This wasn't good. This was not good at all.

These diagrams and instructions, clearly for lip-reading? These would get Patton taken away from him. These would hurt him. These would make Patton want to leave the safety of home.

These were dangerous.

~

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[pastelsandpining]

Santa Tell Me (New Love)

The eighth prompt in 12 Days of Christmas by @zelink-prompts​, the prequel to prompt seven here

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Summary: Zelda finds a friend in the little forest boy who claims to be the Hero of Time. 

Ocarina of Time, post-game, child timeline(???)

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The Princess of Hyrule was bubbly and bright, and she felt like she could take on the world. She wanted so badly to go on a grand adventure, to escape the walls and locks of the castle and explore the kingdom she was set to rule over one day. How did she know what was best for her people if she never met them? But her father wouldn’t hear a word of it and Impa wouldn’t let her try. Little Zelda was forced to instead play by herself in the courtyard. She liked to pick up sticks and pretend to fight, and she liked throwing crushed up leaves and berries into a water filled hole to make potions. She liked to fall in the dirt and scrape her knees. 

She did not like practicing the ocarina.

“But you promised!” she whined, tugging at the arm of her caretaker. “You said you’d teach me how to be Sheikah!”

“I promised to teach you Sheikah ways,” Impa corrected as she stuck the little blue instrument into her hands. “But not today, little princess. You haven’t practiced in weeks, and you promised your father you would.”

Zelda huffed and gripped the tear-drop shaped piece of wood tighter. 

“But it’s so boring!”

“You’ll have to do many boring things in your life as queen,” Impa replied, ruffling the cap that covered her hair. Zelda scrunched up her nose and, defeated, brought the ocarina to her lips. It was drilled into her where her fingers should go as she played a set of scales to warm up. 

The three note melody her family named after her (or, rather, after Zelda in general) came naturally, and she played it twice before stealing a glance at Impa. She didn’t look satisfied, so Zelda huffed and turned around to face the window instead. There was her father, sitting on his throne while speaking with a man—a man she’d seen a few times before. He was tall, and his eyes seemed to glow with an evil that made her nervous. But her father wouldn’t listen to her when she tried to tell him that he scared her.

“How did you-“

A ruckus followed Impa’s unfinished question, so Zelda turned with furrowed eyebrows. Stood before her was a boy no older than her, dressed in green with a sword by his side. She stumbled a little backwards. He resembled the forest boy from her dreams a little too perfectly to be real. And yet something about him felt so familiar.

“Who..?” she started to ask, but the boy dropped to a kneel in front of her.

“Princess,” he greeted, his voice shaky and quiet. “I’m Link. I.. I’m the Hero of Time, I think.”

Zelda blinked. She’d never heard of such a thing, but he sounded too serious to be joking. But despite everything she’d felt within the past few weeks, she was unconvinced. 

“How can you be something without knowing it?” she asked, placing her hands on her waist. 

“You’ve gotta believe me!” the forest boy pleaded. “Ganondorf’s gonna get the Triforce and take over and destroy the world!”

So, the Hero of Time was here, as nothing more than a child, making the claim that her dreams would come to pass. As ridiculous as it probably sounded to Impa, it shook Zelda to her core. But her father didn’t believe her, much less a little kokiri boy. She was running out of ideas.

“Prove it,” she challenged, holding the ocarina out to him. “This is the Ocarina of Time, an heirloom of the royal family for generations. Play something only the Hero of Time would know!”

Link took the instrument from her hands and raised it to his lips. Zelda pulled at the sleeves of her dress in anticipation, shifting on her feet. What was she expecting him to play? Would he be able to play? If he could, how would it prove anything? 

Her lullaby was being played back to her.

“How..? You--you heard me playing it!” she accused, taking a step back. It was the only explanation, it had to be.

“You taught it to me! Right here! Don’t you remember?”

He looked so crestfallen and scared. He was as small as she, yet he spoke as if he’d seen war. If he really was who he said he was, then… he had. And he was there to warn them.

“Tell me everything,” Zelda demanded, holding her head a little higher. 

“Princess--”

Zelda looked over to Impa and whispered a soft “please”, then shifted her gaze back to the little kokiri boy. 

Link was hesitant, but he retold everything he could remember. He told her that she sent him to retrieve the spiritual stones, and he pulled the Master Sword, and that Ganondorf had followed him into the Temple and touched the Triforce, sealing him inside of the Sacred Realm. He told her how he woke seven years later to Hyrule in disrepair, with Ganondorf as the new king. He told of the temples and the destruction, and how he was forced to travel back and forth in time to undo all the King of Thieves had done. By the end of his story, Zelda was on the verge of tears. It was her plan that caused such a downfall--the very same plan she’d wanted to share with him as soon as he appeared before her.

“We have to tell my father,” she said, spinning to face Impa. “Please.”

Impa too was hesitant, but Zelda wiped at her tears and grabbed Link’s hand, pulling him towards the entrance to the castle herself.

“Princess-” Impa called again, but the little princess was determined. Ganondorf was leaving just as they entered, and she felt Link’s hand tighten around her own. But she couldn’t stop now. She had to make her father listen if there was any hope at all.

Just as she’d expected, her father was dismissive. He wanted to write it off as a childish nightmare, but Zelda forced Link to recount everything he’d just told her. The king remained unconvinced, but he looked a little bothered and she could work with that.

“Zelda, it is very immature to get this little boy in on your fantasies,” he scolded. “I cannot arrest the Gerudo king on the account of two children, not when we’re so close to mending the split caused by war.”

“But you heard his story! The Hero of Time said he fought Ganondorf himself!” Zelda argued, stomping her foot.

“Your little friend snuck onto the castle grounds unpermitted, so I would hardly deem him trustworthy. Unless he can prove that he is who he says he is, I will not take action.”

Link lifted the ocarina to his lips again and Zelda waited anxiously for the three note lullaby to hit her ears--but it never came. 

“I’ll pull the sword again,” Link declared, standing up as straight as he could. “I’ll travel to Gerudo Valley and find Nabooru--she’s a Sage and she could tell you everything Ganondorf has planned!”

“I will not send a child to that desert-”

“Then take me to the Temple of Time,” the hero challenged. 

The king looked hesitant once more. He scratched his beard as he looked between Link and his daughter, and Zelda tried to look as serious as she could manage.

“Link’s story is exactly what I saw in my dreams. You know daughters of the goddess can have pro.. prost-”

“Prophetic,” Impa supplied. Zelda nodded once.

“-prophetic dreams because you said mother had them too!”

“I cannot take you into the Temple of Time,” the king said, slumping back into the throne. “If you really are the Hero of Time, then there’s no telling what pulling the sword will do. But I will look into this. If I find nothing, then the two of you will be in very big trouble.”

Link didn’t look happy, but Zelda would take it. She was admittedly too scared to keep thinking about it, and any action her father took would be better than none.

“Promise?” she asked her father, stepping up to his throne and sticking out her pinky.

“I promise,” he replied, wrapping his larger finger around hers. He wiped at her cheeks after that, and Zelda leaned into the comfort of her father. She didn’t want to lose him too. 

Link was allowed full permission into the castle after all that had transpired. Zelda met up with him any chance she could get, and they would run around the courtyard together with sticks and matching bruises. His stories sounded far less scary when he acted them out before her, and Zelda often stole Impa’s headband and pretended to be a Sheikah named Sheik--just like the other Princess Zelda he spoke so highly about. 

Their courtyard playdate was interrupted when a figure passed by the window. The Gerudo king had arrived in chains, and Zelda grabbed Link’s arm and pulled him out of view.

“What’s going on?” he asked, but Zelda pressed a finger to her lips and snuck towards the entrance so they could hear what was happening. There was a lot of yelling, but she heard her father condemning him for plans of overthrowing the monarchy.

“--guilty of treason of the highest measure. For the crimes you have committed, you will be taken to Arbiter’s Grounds and executed.”

Zelda nearly tripped over Link as she stumbled backwards. The Gerudo king was being led their way. His eyes, burning with hatred, settled on her and Link, and he ripped himself free from the guards’ hold. Ganondorf reached for her with hands twice her size and she bit her tongue to keep from screaming. She tried to think of what Sheik would do, but she hardly got a chance before Link was in front of her, his kokiri sword pointed at the King of Thieves’ hands. Ganondorf laughed, a deep, evil sound that shook her to her core, and the guards took hold of him again, and he was dragged away, still laughing. 

Link turned around and wrapped her in a hug, and Zelda, still shaking, grabbed his shirt and closed her eyes. The yellow eyes of the Gerudo king would follow her into her nightmares, she was sure of it. 

In the following week, her father held a ceremony to acknowledge and thank all of those who saved Hyrule. 

Link and Nabooru, who’d acted as an inside source, were gifted with titles of honor and medals of service. Zelda too was awarded for her wisdom and insistence, but she didn’t think she deserved it as much as the other two. It was her fault Link had gone through all he had to begin with, and she didn’t think she could ever shake that feeling of guilt. But the party afterwards helped to lift her spirits, because her father told her she could have as many sweets as she wanted, and she could stay up as late as she wanted. 

“We did it!” Zelda cheered, once she’d found Link in the crowd. People were gawking at him and asking questions, but she threw her arms around him anyway and they landed in a pile on the floor, giggling like crazy. She could hear Impa in her head, scolding her about how improper and unladylike she was acting, but the princess didn’t care. A war had been avoided, and she made a good friend in the process. 

A friend who took her on adventures around Lake Hylia now that there was no threat, and protected her from any monster that tried to show its face. He took her to Lon Lon Ranch, where she met Malon and Epona and rode a horse of her own. He took her to Zora’s domain, where she met the little Zora princess who looked too interested in Link for her liking, and he took her to Goron City (under the supervision of Impa) to meet Darunia. 

But their time together was short lived, because their courtyard playdate took an awkward turn when Link held out a handful of colorful flowers and told her he had to go. He looked so sad, and she wished she could squeeze him tight until his sadness was gone.

“I lost a friend,” he explained, avoiding her gaze. “Every kokiri has a fairy, and I lost Navi when.. when I was sent back. I need to find her.”

She wanted to ask if he had to go. She wanted to beg him to stay here and find another fairy. But even as a selfish child, she could tell how much had been taken from him and she didn’t want him to hurt more than he already had. She would be a bad friend if she didn’t let him go.

“Will you come back?” she asked as she held the flowers tighter. 

“I’d never leave you behind,” he answered, giving her a shy little smile that made her cheeks burn.

“Do you promise?” she questioned, sticking out her pinky. 

“I promise,” he replied, wrapping his finger around hers. Zelda hesitated for a moment, but she leaned forwards and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

“You better not break your promise, or I’m gonna be really mad at you,” she said as she pushed him away and looked at the ground.

“Just watch! When I come back, I’ll be your knight and we’ll get married,” he replied, wrapping her in a hug. Zelda giggled and held him tightly, because she wouldn’t be seeing him again for a very long time.

“You’re gross!” she declared, but the little princess liked the idea, even if she didn’t know the full story of what a marriage involved. They were too young for that anyway, but Impa told her later that love had no age and that souls that were meant to be together would find each other again in time. 

She didn’t know the word for what she was feeling when he left the courtyard for the last time. He looked back at her with a wave, but she couldn’t find it in her to raise her arms. They felt heavy and tired. She spent the first few months in naive hope, waiting in the courtyard and playing the ocarina as if her songs could bring him back. She held onto Impa’s words and onto the matching medals they had, and she came to question herself if she did indeed love the little boy from the forest. 

Perhaps when she saw him again, she would tell him properly.

#zelink #baby zelink #soft children #ocarina of time #oot zelink #christmas prompts #zelink prompts #they are babies #they should get to be happy but no #no link gets to go be traumatized again

[hoodharlow]

All I Ever Wanted // Dad!Cal

This was supposed to be 8 pages of fluff, but my hoeass turned to smut towards the end lol

Summary: Elena and Cal make baby Hood during the No Shame Tour, fast-forward to 7 years and they’re co-parenting goals. Now Ben and Cal have some feelings about Elena going on a date.

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"Papi, doesn't mum look pretty?" Ben, my 6 year old son, asked me when he came in. Elena, his mum, followed closely behind him. I took her in. As always, she looks beautiful even with the frown she has on right now. 

"Yes, but she always looks beautiful." I pointed it out to him.

"I know, but today she put shiny stuff in her eyes." Elena rolled her eyes at his comment. We both watch him chase after Duke. 

He’s an exact copy of the both of us. Coincidentally we both have brown skin and dark curls, so there’s no telling which one he got his curls and brown skin from. Though he got his mum’s bright honey eyes while he got my smile according to Elena. 

Elena and I met about seven years ago, during the No Shame Tour. Elena was our main photographer during the North America leg because Andy was working with another band for those months. We became good friends instantly, always hanging out after shows and exploring the cities we went to. Though one drunken night deep in Don Julio led to Ben. 

Outside of the tour time, Elena was a photographer for fashion magazines based here in LA and sometimes she would travel around the world, but she mostly stayed here which came in handy with Ben. I had met her when she did our shoot for Paper Magazine. Management liked the pictures, so they hired her a few weeks later. 

"Hey, I know today's not your day, but Lupe kept insisting that I meet up with her coworker." She said annoyed. SHe handed me over Ben’s backpack. 

Lupe was Elena’s longest friend. They’ve known each other since middle school and got really close during high school, mainly during their junior year. I’m not sure why, but she always gave off a different vibe. When she found out about Elena’s preganancy, she was quick to suggest to have an abortion. Which surprised both of us because she is very conservative. Nonetheless she came around to support us, but I still don’t like her.

"If you're saying it in that tone why even go?" I asked. 

"I just want to get it over with. Plus, I haven't gone on a date since Benja. You've been to a few. What should I expect?"

"No clue. I haven't gone on a date in a long time. Usually just a hookup every now and then." 

"Shit, I haven't had sex since we made Benja, and I don't even remember it." She sighed. 

"All you need to know is that it was good enough that we made Ben." I smirked. I don't remember much either other than a lot of giggling on her behalf.

Before Elena could make one of her usual remarks, her phone rang. "Hey... No!... I'm gonna meet him at the bar… Yeah, bye." 

"You good?"

"Lupe wanted to give Kevin my address because he wanted to be a gentleman and give me a ride. She should know better than to give a complete stranger my address." She mumbled. "Okay Uber will be here in 10."

"You're not driving your car?"

"Not in the mood. Do you mind me leaving it here? I'll get it when I pick up Benja tomorrow."

"It's fine."

"Oh, Benja's teacher sent back his homework packet because he didn't do any of the math section. El cabrón had the audacity to tell me not to check it because you checked it."

"He told me the same thing." 

"He gets that from you." We both said at the same time. 

Elena rolls her eyes at me. "Nah, he gets that from you. How do you think we made him?”

“Well, Elena, when a man and a woman really love each other, or in our case are a bottle deep in Don Julio, they do this thing called-”

“I know how sex works, menso. So what are you doing while I’m out?” 

“BOYS NIGHT!” Benja chanted as he came back running with Duke on his tail. Whenever Ben comes over, Duke has the same energy from when he was a puppy. They both dive into my couch. It takes Duke a few tries before landing on the couch. 

“What he said, but in reality we’re probably going to make some pizza and watch Spider-Man until he passes out.” I shrugged. 

“That sounds so much better than my date. Make sure he actually does his homework before y’all do any of that.” She glances down to her phone. “I gotta go. Benja, ya me voy. Te portas bien. Don’t forget to put some of the peanut butter pretzels in your backpack.” She walked over the couch. 

“Mum, stay with me and papi. We’re making pizza with mushes and piña.” Ben pulled Elena to him.  

“Ben, she’ll be back later, we can save her a slice.” I said. 

“No! I want her to stay!” He tightened his grip on Elena when she tried to get up. 

“Benja, nomás es un ratito. Pinky.” She said, holding out her pinky. Ben hesitated, but intertwined his pinky with hers. He walked away from us without saying goodbye to Elena. Duke trailed behind him. Elena frowned as she walked him away. He’s never like this to either  

“I’ll talk to him. Please text me when you get there and when you leave.” I told her.

“You got it. Love you, bye.” 

“Love you.” She waved as she walked over to the car. I wait until she’s safely in the car before closing the gate. 

Fifteen minutes later, Elena texts me that she made it there alive and that she’s waiting for the guy to get there. Ben was in his room coloring, but I managed to get him to come downstairs to finish his math homework while I made the dough for the pizza.

“Okay, I have 15 pretzels and gave papi 3,” Benja put three in his mouth. 

“Oi, those were mine.” I said.

He giggled in response before going back to his work, “and I give mum 6,” he said putting those 6 in a baggie. “Now I have... 6.” He scribbled on the paper. Benja furrows his eyebrows just like Elena does when she’s writing or working on her papers. 

“Papi, if you love mum, why aren’t you married to her?” He looked up from his packet.

“What?” 

“I heard her tell you when she left. You said it back. Why don’t you just marry her? Why can’t we be family?”

“We are a family.”

“But families live in one house.” He countered.  

“There’s different types of families, Ben.”

“But I want you and mum to be together. Maybe if you asked her to dinner we would be a family.” He began to tear up. 

“Hey, what’s the ma-”I began. Where on earth did he get that idea?

“It’s all your fault! Mum is going to find another family and we won’t be with her. She’s going to stop loving us.” He sobbed. I walked over and pulled him in my arms. 

I held him there until he calmed down. Ben has never reacted like this. He’s usually a happy and energetic kid. If he’s ever upset about something he’d tell us. He’s never even had a tantrum.  

“You okay?” I quietly asked him after he calmed down. 

“Yeah.” He said, putting a pretzel in his mouth.

“Can we talk or do you want to wait until your mum gets home?”

“Is she really going to come back?” He mumbled. 

“Of course she is. You know she can’t live without her Hood boys. She loves us too much.” I told him. 

“And Duke?” 

“And Duke.” I repeated. “Finish up your homework, so you can help me decorate the pizzas.”

“Va.” 

Some time passed, and Ben finished all his missing homework, and we had the pizzas in the oven. He had gone upstairs to his room with Duke when we put the pizzas in the oven. I go to his room to check in on him, and he’s fast asleep with Duke curled up next to him. A small picture frame on his shelf catches my eye. It was the three of us with Snoopy when we went to Knott’s Berry Farm for Ben’s 5th birthday. Elena and Ben ate an obscene amount of Dippin’ Dots and carne asada fries. 

Spending the day with the both of them made me realize how much in love I am with Elena. How I never want to be apart from her and Ben. I want us to be family, as Ben says. I’ve tried telling her how I feel, but it never feels like the right time. 

I set the picture down, and walked back to the kitchen. I turned off the oven and picked up my phone. I wanted to look over work emails. The boys and I have been working on a new album. When I turned on the screen, I had 3 missed calls. 1 from Elena and the others were from an unknown number. Panic passed through my bones. I was going to call back when my phone rang again.

“‘Llo?” I answered.

“Hey Cal, can you pick me up?” Elena’s voice spoke on the other end. Her voice is quieter than usual, anxious even.

“Of course. Where are you?”

“La Paloma, it’s about fifteen minutes from you. We ate here once and Luke got hella diarrhea from the enchiladas.” 

“I know where it’s at. We’ll be there in a bit” I said. I quickly ran back upstairs to Ben’s room. “Hey Ben, we have to pick up your mum.”

“Did she get sick? Like when she eats Taco Bell.” I carried him down. I didn’t even wait for him to fully wake up. I grabbed his iPad from the couch. 

“No, but she just needs us to pick her up.” I settled him in his seat.

In a matter of minutes we were on the main road. I looked back at Ben, and he was watching Spider-Man on his iPad. On many occasions he’s let us know that he liked the animated Spider-Man more than the other versions because Spider-man spoke Spanish like him. 

I parked the car in the back of the restaurant, thankful that there weren’t any paps. The last thing I want Elena to worry about is for some weirdos trying to take her pictures or Ben’s. Ben took off running to Elena when we saw her.

“Mum, papi said you needed a ride. Was it because you need to poop like when we eat Taco Bell?” He asked her.

“What?” She giggled. She turned to look at me, I simply shrugged. The things this kid comes up with. 

“You ready?” I asked her. 

“Yeah, let me just… I’ll be right back.” She turned back and walked to the bar. She talks to a woman, points at us. The woman nodded and bid her goodbye. 

Elena came back. I carried Ben in one of my arm while I led Elena to the car. On the ride home, she quietly listened to Ben as he told her about how he finished his homework and the pizza we made. When we got home, Ben ran to the TV and put the movie on where he left off on his iPad. Elena followed me to the kitchen, and set her things on the counter. 

"Can I stay the night?" she asked.

"You know you’re more than welcome to. Want me to get you something to change out of?”

"Yes, please." 

"Hey bud, I'm going to help your mum with something. I'll be down in a bit." I turned to Ben

"Okay." He said not looking back to us.

I lead her up to my room. She discarded her heels and jacket before she got on the bed. I quietly picked a zip-up hoodie and some sweatpants that I accidentally shrunk in the dryer for her. I heard her quietly cry. I sat down next to her.

"Hey, you-" I began.

She wrapped her arms around me and began to cry. Her breathing shook as she did. I held her the same way I held Ben earlier. A few minutes later passed, and she calmed down a bit. 

“Are you okay?” I finally said.

“Yeah, I just realized some things and I got really emotional. Sorry you had to see me like that.” she sniffled embarrassed. I reached over for the tissue box on my nightstand and handed it to her. 

“Elena, I’ve seen you poop, pretty sure we’re passed me seeing you cry.” I said jokingly. Her nose scrunched up in disgust at my comment.

“I was giving birth to our son, fuck outta here.” She said, giving me a soft smile. She reached for my hand and gave me a gentle squeeze. 

After a few minutes she spoke up again, “Can we talk about this later?”

“Of course. ‘M gonna check on Ben and heat up the pizza.” I squeezed her hand before leaving. 

Downstairs, Ben was on the breakfast table. Duke was on another chair watching him. Since he had his back to me, I couldn’t see what he was doing. Duke noticed me first. He got down from his chair and waddled over to me. I scooped him up in my arms.

“Papi, you think mum’s gonna like her card?” Ben asked, holding up the paper. 

The paper was baby blue with a drawing of the three of us with a blob in the corner that I’m assuming is Duke. He opened it and there’s a small letter on the right side. He pushed himself away from the table and followed me to the kitchen. The Oreo jar was on the floor, opened, next to the step stool. Ben’s eyes quickly looked over to it, but looked back at me waiting for my response. 

“Why wouldn’t she?” 

“I don’t know. Wanna sign my card?”

“Pass it over.” Ben handed it folded, so I couldn’t read what he wrote. I quickly wrote in a message for her. I handed it back to him.

“Are we finally having pizza? I’m hungry.” He said dramatically leaning against a stool.

“Those Oreos didn’t fill you up?” I quirked an eyebrow up.

“Duke ate those.” He said quickly, obviously it was him. 

“¿Por qué lo dejaste? Now we have to take him to the hospital to get him checked out porque le hacen daño.They’re gonna cut his pansa open and he’ll be in the hospital for days to make sure they got all the Oreos out. If they didn’t, they’ll cut him open again. Y más va a durar.” Elena said. She leaned against the counter, making Ben jump. 

“No! I ate them. See- AH” he opened his mouth showing us his chocolate mouth. 

“Ay, cochino.” She smiled. Her eyes glanced down to the card. “What’s this?”

“I made you a card. Papi signed it too. Duke was going to, but he wouldn’t let me stamp his paw.” He explained. I went back to heating up our pizza.I grabbed a beer for myself and a Jarritos bottle for Elena and Ben since Elena isn’t much of a beer fan. 

“I love it.” She said after reading it, tears filled up her eyes. Ben cautiously walked over to her.

“Do you love it enough that you will stay with me and papi?” He asked. She looked over to me. I signaled to her that we’ll talk about it later. 

“I’m not going anywhere. I love you and papi.” She pulled him into her arms. 

“Y Duke?”

“También, I love both of my Hood boys.” She promised, her eyes never leaving mine. 

❉❉❉

After the dinner the three of us watched Thor Ragnarok, Elena’s favorite Marvel movie. Ben didn’t even make it to the scene where the Hulk turned back to Bruce. After the movie ended, I quickly put him to bed and came back to Elena putting away dishes. 

“I’m such an idiot.” She said leaning against the sink.

“Why’s that?” I walked over to her. 

“The whole date I spent trying to convince myself that it was what I needed. Yet all I can think about is how I rather be at home with you and Benja making pizza than be at dinner with some hot doctor. That all I ever wanted was here at home.” She said playing with the zip of my hoodie. 

“Well, Ben is going to be happy to hear that.” 

"Was Benja really that upset that I left?” Elena asked

“Yeah, he blamed me. Said that if I asked you out for dinner, you wouldn’t be going out to dinner with some bloke.”

“He kinda has a point though.” She mumbled. 

“What do you mean?” I looked at her like she grew a second head. 

“It’s painfully obvious the extent of my feelings for you. Y yo como pendeja always wondering why you never asked me out on a date.”

“We’ve gone on plenty of dates.” 

“No, we haven’t. It’s a quick dinner where we talk about Benja so we can sort out our calendars. You never explicitly said, ‘Hey, Elena, wanna go on a date?’” Damn, she’s got me there.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” I asked.

“Why didn’t you?” She smiled. 

“We’re both idiots.” 

“Yes we are, and I really need you to kiss me because I’m about to jump you.” 

“Don’t need to tell me twice.”

I cupped her face and pulled her lips to mine. That first kiss is what we needed. I pushed her up onto the edge of the sink. She wrapped her legs around me and slowly grinded on me, making me grow harder. I gripped her hips, keeping them from moving. If she kept doing that, I’m pretty sure I would have come.

“Cal,” She moaned when I pulled away. 

“I love you Elena.” I confessed before descending down her jaw to her neck. I kissed everywhere trying to find her sweet spot. I heard her quietly gasp when I lightly bit below her ear where her neck and jaw met. I bit her more roughly earning a moan from her. 

“I-fuck, Cal.” she moaned out. Good enough for me, I told myself. 

I unzipped my hoodie and slowly removed it from her, letting it fall on the floor. Of course she would wear nothing under it. She pushed up my shirt signaling me to take it off. We stared at each other waiting for the other to make the next move. 

 “Bedroom?” I asked. She nodded, hopping off the sink. We raced each other up to my bedroom. The second I closed my door, Elena gracefully began pulling off her sweats and panties. I followed suit, tripping over my sweatpants, I barely landed next to her. I pushed her down and hovered over her. Our lips meeting once again. I felt her smile against my lips. 

I pulled away, making her whine, but I quickly shut her up, and kissed down her body. I spread her legs open. I placed her legs on my shoulders. I looked up to her. I have never seen such a pretty sight. I slowly licked her, my eyes never leaving hers as I did. She moaned loudly throwing her back in pleasure. I have never been more thankful that Ben is the world’s heaviest sleeper. 

I let my mouth get lost in her. I barely felt her hand on my head, clutching onto anything. I slipped in both my ring and middle finger inside her as I continued tasting her. Soon after, Elena came undone. I got back to her level.

“I love you.” She panted. 

“Only because I made you come.” I said sarcastically. 

She rolled her eyes. She pushed herself down, but I quickly stopped her. “Not gonna last if you do that.” I admitted shyly.

“Only wanted to return the favor.” She said straddling my hips. I gave them a quick squeeze. She leaned down to rest on me. 

“You shouldn’t feel like you have to do something in return.” I quickly added.

“So what you’re telling me is that you don’t want me to suck your dick.” She teased. I shook my head. “Suit yourself.”

I shifted us around, so I was now on top. Elena wrapped her arms around my shoulders and kissed me. We continued kissing each other touching each other until neither one of us could handle it. I reached over to my nightstand and grabbed a condom. 

“Need help with that?” Elena teased, gesturing to my shaking hands as I tried to put on the condom. 

“Shut up.” 

I managed to secure it on me. I slowly pushed myself into her. Her nails dug into me. I waited a bit before continuing. I slowly began thrusting into her. I kept going at that pace, earning a moan from Elena. “Fuck, Cal, you feel so good.” She said, I increased my pace going a bit more rough. I rubbed down on her as I pounded into her. 

I’m not sure how, but Elena managed to push me around, making herself be on top. She leaned down and kissed me. She grabbed me and slowly sank down on me. Once she got used to me, she increased her pace. 

“Look so good riding me.” I groaned. I couldn’t help myself and started to buck my hips meeting hers. I sat up capturing her lips once more. I felt her tightened around me. 

“Cal-”

“I know, I got you.” I told her. I was relieved because I wasn’t sure how long I was gonna last. After a bit, Elena came undone. I covered her screams as I kept going until I came. 

“Elena” I moaned in her ear. 

I felt myself come all over the condom. After catching my breath, I pulled out of her. I walked to the bathroom disposing of the condom in the bin. I grabbed a hand towel wetting it with warm water and cleaned myself off. I grabbed another for Elena. I walked back to bed. Elena was asleep. 

“Hey,” I patted her bum, “gotta get you cleaned up.”

“No.”

“Elena.”

“Fine.” 

She got up taking the towel. She walked in the bathroom. Minutes later she comes out. She picks up my shirt and slips it on before getting in bed. 

“You ruined my sleep.” She pouted moving around so she could look at me.

“Well, I’m sorry.” I pushed back her hair. 

She rested her head on my chest, draping her arm around me. "Can we stay like this for a bit?" 

"I would stay like this forever." I admitted. I played with the ends of her hair.

"We can't though. Benja has a game tomorrow." She pointed out. 

“Is that lady that looks at us weird because we wear Doc Martens going to be there?” 

“She kinda has to, her kid is one of the strikers.” 

"I still can't believe they didn't make Ben a striker. He's striker material."

"He likes being goalie."

"He doesn't do anything."

"Exactly." Elena said, trying not to laugh. 

#dad!calum #calum hood imagine #calum hood #calum hood blurb #calum hood smut #dad!cal

[thweaty]

hey alchonço ribeiro wots ur fav sour patch kids flavor in the classic mix (og4+bleu) & also wots ur fav mix (classic, tropical, berries, etc.; single-flavor bags, tho technically not mixes, are nevertheless acceptable answers if that's wot ur into i'm not here to judge, love is love is love 😌)

bonjour ma thith my fave one is the blue and i gotta b boring n go with the classic mix as my fave... but would be GLAD if they got rid of the nasty yellow ones smh

#Anonymous

[tell-mi]

By The Way - Part 2

After weeks of touring you met him again. But this time you both are aware of the tension with each other. And that's when a small second changed everything.

Warnings: smut, fluff, mentions of sex, language, sexy times

Your tour started in American and went on to Asia. You just landed in Tokio the last concert in asia. It was your eight's time in the country and still you cannot help but gosh over everything. Tokio itself was one of your favourite places to visit in march during Sakura but your Tourschedule this time only allowed to visit it in January. You decided to stay for another week until leaving for Europe afterwards. Soon after landing you had to directly drive to some photoshoots and an interview to your new film and album. There wasn't any time to relax the next two days as tomorrow was the big Tokio Concert.

At those beautiful days which allow you to fully feel the stardom which came with all the work you both loved it but missed your friends and family and someone to hold you in the evenings. You haven't had a relationship for over half a year since the split of your last relationship. The media always made you up with your co-stars or some other musicians which you were seen with during your collab for the new album but there never had been someone except Harry that one night. You cannot help but smile to yourself while thinking back to the moment your two bodies collided into each other and that moment afterward as harry told you how beautiful you are. It still gives you chills and a butterfly feeling in your stomach. "Berry, come one. Hurry up. We have to be at the Interview in half an hour and we didn't even started hair and make-up" Luna, your makeup artist and closest friend backstage demanded you. You were standing infront of the clothes which she picked out for you but the final decision what to wear was always loved to you. "Lunes I don't know" "What exactly don't you know? You have been somehow off for the whole last weeks." She leaned in to you and asked sceptically "Is there something I need to know Berenice Lopez? Did something happen to you?" "No, no Lunes...!" Luna didn't even believe you for one bit and raised a brow silently at you "Come on Luna, what's your problem. I am just off my thoughts the last weeks. I miss home and friends and stuff!" You managed to stutter to the girl who know you for so long you could tell she has becoming a good friend. "You need a man again!" "What?" "Urgently!" Luna turned on her heels and picked the golden jeans and a white shit witch a black blazer and held it infront of you. "Or if you want to borrow my little friend Carlos, just ask. Sometimes it can do magic, ya know?" "Carlos?" "Dios mios, my dildo Berry!" You screamed at Luna "Luna, you crazy piece of shit. You can't borrow me your dildo and what the fuck, why did you call him by a name?" You grapped the clothing from Luna's arm and started to dress up. "Because it always reminds me of Carlos. He was the best boyfriend I ever had. And you know...?" You sighed loud "I don't want to borrow something which is like your ex to you, oh good god!" Luna rolled her eyes at you and forced you down into the seat to do your hair. The both of your were smiling to each other within the morrow and soon cannot help but best out into laughter together.

***

The interviews went well and soon the evening got closer. You managed to make an Instagram story for your fans and post it just before you leave for your hotel. The nice thing in Tokio was the many people you knew. Your assistant tried to always book the same hotel. It was a small one in the city but run by a japanese family which welcomed you like their own family members and not hotel guests.

Soon as you were finished to head out to dinner with a pair of jeans, a black knitted pullover and a big red wool coat you hear your phone bing. A lot of fans reacted to your new photos and stories and a few messages were send to you. You weren't someone who had an assistant to run your Instagram account. You had fun answering fan question and do it by yourself. You ran through a few direct messages until one appeared which made your heart beat faster. Harry Styles

'You are in Tokio? How comes that I didn't knew 🤔?'

'Well hello to you too, yeah, tomorrow's the concert.'

'🙃 Nice! Maybe we can meet up afterwards. Been in Tokio for quite a few days and it will be nice to have a few common faces around. Besides I have missed you... '

You caught your breath. He is here? He misses you? You quickly checked his Instagram and saw a lot of photos from his time in Japan. He really seemed to have fun here. Being with friends eating some sushi or making music. You just realized how much you have missed thinking of Harry. Days after your first time together you had a so fully packed schedule that you didn't even had the time to ask James for his number to contact him. You felt his hands and his warmth weeks after having sex and your body urgently needed it again. You have been so desperate to see him again but at the same time so planned integrated that you knew it won't happen very soon, or ever again.

'Did you just asked for a date, Styles?😛'

'Call it what you want. You innit?'

'Si señor!' A grin flashed upon your face.

'You know what, If you could just give me your phone number I can talk to you more easily than via direct messages on Instagram :D'

You gave harry your number and within a few seconds he had called you. You two talked about everything what happened the last weeks. How excited you are to be in Japan. That you will leave for dinner soon and can't wait to eat sushi again. You talked about what took harry to Japan. You felt bad that it was because of a heartache. You knew that he just broked up with his girlfriend few weeks before your one night stand but it never came to your mind that you have have slept with each other because of that. It felt bad to not being there when he was so hurt. And now your night had a bitter taste but you didn't talk about that incident. It felt like you had been just two young agers who really adored listen to each others voiced on the phone. During talking you catch your assistants Marks in the lobby which almost seemed like a living room. You waved Mark and Luna hello while still on the phone. You never felt so good in weeks. Hearing Harry's voice on the phone made your whole body shake in happiness. Alone thinking of swing him again let your skin burn. "Alright Berenice, what was that call about and the better question with whom?!" Mark nearly shouted towards you while dramatically waving his hands upon your face like he had to raise you out of a dream. Luna just smirked towards you while you urgently begged her to say something. She knew exactly that she should help you and calm down Mark but she was too interested who it was on the phone to help you out. "It was a friend of mine. We didn't meet in a whole lotta time and it turned out that he is also in Tokio right now so we will meet tomorrow after the concert. You happy now?" You breathed out and stared at your two friends. Luna grinned like a mad cat "Finally, Berry gets to get fucked again." You where hit by surprise by Luna's words. "Lunes...you" "Gotta get you dressed right then tomorrow!" You just shook your head in desbeliefe but inside you really were happy to have your friend this time to share your heart with.

***

The dinner was fine, you got to laugh a lot. Luna took another selfie of you three and posted it with tagging you in. A lot of likes appeared directly. Also one of Harry. "Guess what? Harry Styles himself liked my photograph!" She said excited. "I never new that someone like him followed me." you almost choked on your cocktail and looked Luna and Mark deeply in the eyes hoping that they won't say another word. Mark sipped another time on his cocktail eyes still locked to you. "Is he the one?" "What?" You said hectically. "He is the one you talked to, isn't he?" Mark already knew the answer. He new you since 10 years now and he had gone with you through a lot of heartbreaks. So he could sense your heart beat faster this time again. You felt trapped and couldn't do other than smile and roll your eyes at the two of them. "Please don't judge!" Luna and Mark looked at you in desbeliefe. "I don't say anything, he is the hottest man around. So feel free to do whatever you want." Was the only thing Mark managed to say to you.

As soon as the evening ends you got a call from the organiser of your concert tomorrow. The time had to be switched two hours since there had been an electricity problem. The fans already had been informed but he asked you to also post something to get sure that each and everybody who has tickets for tomorrow is informed. You directly managed to film another video for Instagram but in the second you finished it, it hit you that the date with Harry won't work due to the new schedule. You nervously called him to explain everything. It felt so bad to tell him that you cannot meet so soon but his reaction hit you by surprise.

"Where are you now?" Was the only thing he said to you after you held a five minute monologue via the phone. "I am about to go back to my hotel but right now I am still at the bar with Luna an Mark. Why do you ask?" "Okay, will be there in ten minutes. It is only a few streets next to my flat." He hung up the phone and you cannot believe what just happened. "Guys" your head began to swirl. It was a few cocktails this evening but it wasn't only a tipsy feeling. It was an heavy excitement in your stomach. You felt like you were about to throw up. "What happened Berry?" Luna looked at you with a scared look on her face. Mark took you by your shoulders and shook you. "You alright sweets? Fuck you getting pale as the wall" You managed to get yourself together and stumbled. "You can leave, Harry will come and pick me up" "What?" Both your friends cried out. Luna shaked her head a no "I won't leave until he is here. Gotta make sure he treats you right, girl." Mark nodded in agreement "Yeah, whatever he wants to do with you, you have to be back tonight. Tomorrow is a tough day!" He sounded like a dad.

You three argued for about five minutes outside of the bar whether your friends should stay or go. "I need another drink. You all driving me crazy. I will go insane if I have to withstand this evening sober!" You cried out like a teenager standing up against her parents.

"Hope it's not because of me?" You turned around in surprise of his familiar voice. Harry standing right infront of you dressed up with a jeans and a to comfortable looking hoodie. He scratches the back of his head while smiling shyly at you.

"Hi" a really quiet greeting dropped out of you mouth. "Heya!" Harrys shy smile grew into a big bright one. He looked around to your friends not knowing how to behave. He begged you with his eyes to show a reaction but you didn't knew what to do. With a big step towards you he leaned in and pulled you into a soft warm hug. His head crawling into your neck he whispered a sweet "Damn, you smell so good!" The compliment let your legs shake. You could feel his hug tightening around your back. His head coming even nearer to your neck. You could feel his breath again. It hit you back to the night in the bathroom. You felt so hot. You turned red by the compliment. The urge to answer him came up but you don't know how to behave infront of your friends who looked at you in fully awe and surprise. "Alrighty, take care of my sis here. Aaaand no later than 12pm, right??" Mark demanded Harry as he loosened the hug a bit. Like a teenage boy who just got an speech from the dad of his crush he answered. "Sure that. By the way.." Harry reached his hand out to both of your friends "I'm Harry!" "Yeah, we know who you are" Luna teased him and bumped his nose with her finger. Fully surprised Harry looked at her and gave you a questioning look. She pointed at you "You two, have fun!" With a blink towards you she took Marks arm and both left.

Still surprised, Harry turned smilingly at you who shooked her head in disbelief of the behaviour of your friends. "I am sorry, Styles!" You giggled to him not wanting to see the reaction on his face, your hear on the street. "What was it? You need a drink?" His hands still touching your waist. His other hand holding you by your shoulders while his thumb running small circles against it. The two of you stood infront of the bar staring at each other while slightly turning red. You could say both didn't new what the next step should be. Should you lean in closer again or will it be better to separate? You began to chuckle not knowing why. Harry grinned at you surprised. "What?!" He laughed out loud. Still giggling "I don't know. Aaaactually.." "Are you tipsy?" Harry again leaning closer to you, his face nearly touching your face. You took a step back in impulse of his body coming nearer. "Stay here!" he grabbed you on your hips and pulled you right back, your bodies collided into each other. "Breathe on me!" His nose touching your nose. "What? Harry what are you doing." You cannot help but giggle again. "Didn't you say you cannot stand this night sober, Nikks? You aren't sober at all. How much did you guys have?" "What?" You got fed up by his questions. "Are you the booze police or what?" He grinned back at you "No, I am jealous that I didn't had as much as you!" You slapt his breast in an impulse. "Idiot!" You wanted to dissolve his hands still holding you tightly against him. You felt your two bodies too close to each other. You heart began to race so fast and you could almost feel his heart as well. His stare into your eyes was so needy. You didn't knew if you or Harry was the first one who forgot to breathe. "I swear Nikks, if we don't get inside and grab a drink right now, I need to take you to my place asap!" He took your head in both of his hands leaning in to a kiss. You let yourself go and pulled him closer. Your hands resting on his back while his still holding the back of your neck and curled into your hair. It was needy, it was passionately, both of you knew you were standing outside of the bar and each and everyone could see you now. But you didn't care. All you wanted to do right now was to feel your bodies against each other. You pulled back of the kiss "Soooo" you whispered out of breath. Harry took your hand. "Come!"

***

It took you a fiveteen minutes walk as you had to pause here and there leaning against a wall kissing each other. You asked how it took Harry only five minutes to get to the bar before. "Well, I haven't had a hot Latina distract me every ten metres" he leaned into another heated kiss, never letting go of you.

As you reached the door of his shared flat he pinned you against the wall again. Just like the last time. This time even more eager. He knew exactly what you want and how he could attract you. His hands teasing around the button and zipper of your jeans. Your hands beneath his hoodie as well. You grabbed the loop of his jeans and pulled him against you while he tried to unlock the door. Your hands now all over his body while you both entered the living room. You let him hectically get rid of his hoodie. Now standing infront of his bare chest you reclined back to the shut door. Only wanting to look at his beautiful upper body. "What?" He questioned you with a smirk wanting to come closer again. You pushed him away biting your lip. He looked at you in confusion, not knowing what to do. "Are we alone?" You whispered towards him. "Yeah, the guys are away for the next two days" he stared at you while you undress from your sweater and also the shirt. Only standing infront of him with your bra and jeans. You opened the jeans and let your hands slit inside your pants. Touching yourself right infront of him and moaning with pleasure. Harry was totally confused about what just happened infront oh his eyes but he was sure he liked it. A lot. He was watching you touching yourself for a few minutes. It made him so hot that he would have taken you without hesitation but everytime he tried to come nearer to you, you pushed him away. You wanted to tease him. You wanted him to look at you while you try to finish yourself. Biting your lips and looking at him with pleasure in your eyes he got so fed up by only watching than playing with you he cannot hold on anymore. Within seconds he pushed you to his couch and undressed you from your underwear. He put down his pants so quickly you can't even manage to register what happened. But in only a few seconds you were sitting on his laps kissing him and swinging your bodies in the same rythem. It went quick. You both hit your climax at the same time. Collapsing onto each other fully heated and sweaty. Both of you tried to catch your breaths until you managed to be fully sober on your thoughts again. None of you say a word and none of you were able to look into each others eyes. You already had sex with each other but this time it felt different. This time he was sober. You were not. You felt so ashamed about what just happened. How you behaved infront of him. You hectically got up from the couch and collected your clothes. "You don't wanna run away from me again right after fucking me, will ya?" You felt Harry behind you. His naked body tightly crashing against yours. His hands touching your body, touching your breasts. Slowly wandering down your body and pushing his back against you. The only thing you could do was grin to yourself in disbelief. "Mark said I should be home tonight" "I promise to bring you home safely tomorrow in the morning. Don't leave now!" His sloppy kisses down your spine made you nervous again. He turned you around in a second and pulled you into his bedroom.

#harry styles smut #harry styles imagine #harry styles story #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfiction

[kmp78]

A QUICKIE COMPILATION

Of that Lapland adventure, I mean! 😉

First off: 

Remember how I mentioned that it´s possible to run into Rudolph on the roads in Lapland?

Well...

No chill, y´all. 🤷🏼‍♀️

After a while dude meandered off to join his flock.

Also: in case you cant a dead Rudolph on your wall or floor...

They got you covered! 🦌

And did you know that the arctic circle crosses over Rovaniemi?

Well, it does!

There it be. ✌️

Rovaniemi is also the official home of Santa, of course! 🎅

By ringing that bell, you can send your Christmas wishes directly to the bearded man´s office - or so the plaque promised...

I´ll be holding my breath until the 24th. 😜

We made a quick pitstop at Santa´s village...

... and where Christmas carols were blasting from loudspeakers across every house and courtyard and in the middle of friggin´ AUGUST it kinda flipped my brain a little bit... 🤪

The “REAL” Santa was up there too, and if you paid 40€ (seriously FORTY EUROS!!!!), you could take a pic with him and get a nice holiday snapshot to send relatives for Christmas or whatever.

Me, being the cheapskate that I am, settled for a selfie with a lego version.

Ho ho ho and merry X-mas, bitches. 🙃

Also had to stop by Ranua Zoo since my last visit was back in the 80s so... why not?

And me being the berry nut that I am, I demanded a selfie with this kick ass cloudberry!

Saw my 1st ever polar bear...

...well, saw his back anyway.

I hope he was alive... 🤔

The brown bears were a bit livelier, altho this one broke my heart...

Her name is Jemma, and she was born here in the zoo, but soon after her birth her mom started attacking her and subsequently abandoned her completely. No one knows why... 

The zoo staffers acted as her “mom” and raised her, and now she lives alone, separated from the rest of the bears in the zoo. 💔

The valley of the birds was my fave area in the whole zoo, the owls in particular were fascinating and soooo pretty! 😍

And in case you´ve never seen a moose breastfeeding...

Eeeeeeewwwwww guyssssss... 🤢

And speaking of munching, I was kept happy with some Cajun chicken tacos in Rovaniemi...

... and in Levi I went for the traditional reindeer stew but in burrito form!

I sh*t you not, folks! It had EVERYTHING the traditional version of the stew has (minus the mashed potatoes which were replaced by rice) but stuffed in a burrito! Rudolph meat, lingonberries, pickles... 

FANTASTIC! Probably my fave food on the whole trip right there! 🤤

And reindeer also found its way into this little quiche pie.

Another traditional Finnish delicacy (if you can call it that cos it sure doesn´t look it...) was fried moose sausages and fried vendace at the Rovaniemi Olde Time Fair. Very tasty as well, if a slight bit rustic... Hehe. 🤷🏼‍♀️

Anyway, the main destination for this trip was to visit my favorite Finnish artist´s home and atelier which is located in the middle of absolutely NOWHERE in Lapland.

And yep once again on the 10 km dirt road leading up to his secret hideaway, Rudolphs were jumping all over the place...

MoooooOOOOOOOVE!!! 😠

The artist in question, Reidar Särestöniemi, has been my #1 favorite for many years, not just for his quirky and mega-colorful paintings for which he took inspiration from both the vast and rugged Lapland nature surrounding his home...

... but also for his life story.

What really moves me in many of his works is the fact that he was a homosexual, but as often was the case, he had to keep it a secret as back in his days in the 1950s - 1980s certain things just were not tolerated or openly discussed. In fact, during his lifetime homosexuality was still labeled as a crime in the Finnish justice system, so I can only imagine how tortured he must have been...😔

In his works, however, it´s kinda visible, like in this piece below. 

“Seals in love”

To an outsider it may just look like two colorful fishes, but when you think of the man who painted it and the times he lived in and location where he lived in (I can only imagine what rugged Lapland “manly men” would have thought of homosexuality back then...), plus the fact that Reidar DID have a male companion (poet Yrjö Kaijärvi) who he was deeply and torturously in love with but could not publicly or openly admit it...

Well, the paintings take on a whole new meaning and you start seeing new depths in them.

I had dreamed of visiting his atelier for many years (it´s so far away from home that it probs was a once in a lifetime thing), and I have to say that I was not disappointed! The whole area was so calm and isolated and rugged... 😍

Heading still further north from Reidar´s home, we spent the night in Levi which is a popular ski resort in winter.

Btw our hotel room had a private sauna, and...

I tried to make it go all the way to 100. 😈  

On the way down towards the south we swung across the border into Sweden, and stopped by a tiny town called Matarenki...

... and also in Kukkolaforsen.

It was fun driving down on the Swedish side of the border because all the way through you could see Finland on the other side of the river! 👋

I did feel a little homesick, I gotta say!

So close but soooooo faaaaaar... 😭

They do a lot of dip fishing here, on both the Finnish and Swedish sides.

And if I may, I´d like to leave you with this little nugget of truthness I spotted in a store:

Oooooor... does she? 🤔

#i´ll never teeeeeeell #lapland diaries #travel post #lapland #finland #long post #soz

[justgeorgeharrisonfic]

HAMBURG 7

ON STAGE

“Vielen Dank. Und danke fur das Bier! Unser nachstes Lied wird sein...” George paused in his halting Liverpudlian-laced German to look over at John and Paul to confirm what their next song would be. Paul was on his knees at the front of the stage smiling at a girl and making sign language to suggest that she meet him outside in three hours. John was concentrating on shaking prellies into his palm prior to knocking them back down his throat. George watched that process for a moment, during which time he'd forgotten what he wanted John for. Four pints of that fizzy beer on an empty stomach tended to do that to the concentration, and the prellies seemed like a good idea. He hadn't wanted that last pint and had tried to say thanks but no thanks, but the expression on the face of the generous donor had persuaded him that it would be better to shut up and drink up; George had forced it down. His head swam, he felt unsteady. His last pill had been hours ago, it seemed.

He turned back to the audience and smiled, his shy lop-sided smile that he'd come to realise most of the girls watching them loved. “Einen Moment” he said into the mic and crossed the stage to John, who was pocketing the tube of prellies as he drained one of the pints on the tray on the stage.

To his dismay, George saw another tray being passed over towards them. And this wasn't beer, it was schnapps. “John!”

John looked at him over the rim of the pint glass.

“Give us some.” George pointed to the pocket into which he'd seen the prellies disappearing, and John dragged the tube back out and dropped it into George's outstretched palm. ”Ta.”

George thumbed two pills out of the tube, reconsidered and took yet another one and swallowed them altogether, dry. He hadn't quite the stomach for the schnapps yet, and hoped he could put it off for a while without anyone getting offended. Having someone get offended with you round here could mean risking having your fingers broken. He turned back to the front of the stage, and then remembered that he still had no idea what their next number was. “John!”

“What?”

“What's next?”

“Ah... Tutti Frutti.”

“Paul!!”

Presumably, Paul's assignation arrangements were completed, as he was now on his feet. “What?”

“Tutti Frutti.”

Paul grinned, and swung around to the mic. Without further pause, he launched in, full throated. “Bop bopa-a-lula a whop bam boo, Tutti frutti, oh Rudy...”

The others fell in behind him, automatically, immediately, resoundingly, and the audience responded with a roar. George found the chords as Pete floundered into place, and he waited for the pills to kick in. They weren't kicking in. Should he have some more? Paul was doing his nut on the other side of the stage, the drinks were on a tray on the floor, the man was looking at him, the pills weren't kicking in. He looked at Paul raving through the number. He blinked; he was aware of his eyes widening slightly and his teeth clenching. He felt a small smile quirking the corner of his mouth.

The chords flowed easily.

The pills were kicking in.



An hour later

“Gonna write a little letter, gonna mail it to ma local DJ.”

George sang confidently, through a mouth that felt as if it were full of melting foam.

“It’s a rockin’ little record I want my jockey to play.”

Out of the corner of his eye he could see Paul, grinning, stamping, playing to their audience. He wasn’t sure where John was, so he must be behind him somewhere. He didn’t want to turn and look…

“Roll over Beethoven gotta hear it again today.”

…because he didn’t want to take his eyes off the three sailors just in front of the stage a few feet away. A fight was brewing. You never knew where that might go. Best to be ready.

“You know ma temperature’s risin’, the jukebox blown a fuse.”

The first punch had been thrown. The other customers were drawing back to give the antagonists room, leering, guffawing; two of the sailors were on to the third.

“Ma heart’s beatin’ rhythm and ma soul…”

George stepped back sharply. His boots were new, well, new to him. He didn’t want them splattered with any of the blood which suddenly sprayed up from the unfortunate third sailor’s crushed nose and split lip.

“…keeps a singin’ the blues.”

John was next to him now, howling encouragement, or maybe just howling. The handful of prellies he’d seen John wash down with several swigs of lager meant that John would not right now know what he was doing or saying. Fortunately, when he was in these states he still did the music. Despite screaming like a banshee he was miraculously still keeping time to the song.

“Roll over Beethoven and tell Tchaikovsky the news.”

Paul was laughing so much that he fell over, but he pushed himself upright again and carried on dancing to the beat and playing his guitar. None of the audience had noticed or, if they had, they didn’t care as the floorshow provided by the three sailors was more engrossing. George met Paul’s eyes across the stage; Paul’s wide-eyed rictus stare, George knew, matched his own exactly. His mouth was still full of foam. He needed another beer just to be able to swallow.

“I got a rockin’ pneumonia, I need a shot of rhythm and blues.”

The waiters were coming over and they laid about the three sailors quite indiscriminately with coshes. The rest of the audience roared approval. The three were manhandled out of the club.

“I think I got it off the writer sittin’ down by the rhythm review. Roll over Beethoven, rockin’ in two by two.”

The audience had returned its joint attention to the boys on the stage, clapped along, stamped along, and the group responded by upping their game even more. George forgot the foam in his mouth and throat, Paul danced Chuck Berry steps across the stage and John carried on doing what John was doing and the club loved them.

They’d been on stage for three hours. They had five more to do.

#george harrison #the beatles #john lennon #paul mccartney #pete best

[punkscowardschampions]

school play y’all

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Ro: Hmm, despite being less certain, I'll see what I can do Ro: For the good of your spotlight and allowing it to shine the brightest Ali: Absolutely, everyone in the department knows you're the best, they'll be buzzing you're even considering Carly: 🔮✨💫🎵💙🎤 Carly: dancing queen k thanks bye Ali: yes baby 😍 Ali: cannot believe this school is actually doing something cool for once Ali: if we all get involved it will be so 🔥 Carly: we r all so young & sweet Ali: esp. you Ali: do you wanna go head to head Carly: aw Carly: ur the sweetest 🍑 u got it Ali: you could do it, boo Ali: but there are loads of actually decent actually interesting female roles so we've got no shortage Ali: Meena, you are already my child Ali: tell me that isn't inspired casting, you can't Caleb: & all the boys don't have to be tryna fight it out for that 1# Caleb: I'm about it Meena: 😊 I have watched the film about a zillion times Meena: and the choreography is really natural and chill Caleb: even our bro can handle it 😂😂 Drew: Its true, she has Drew: not me though, thanks bro 🐍😂 Drew: who's who then, fill us in Carly: youve got the look tho boy Carly: mayb theyd dub the rest over Ali: so here's the lowdown Ali: there's Sam, an architect, Pierce Brosnan, baby daddy #1, breaks my heart 'cos he's got a fiancee and goes home to marry her instead Carly: 💔😢 Ali: Bill, hella Swedish, so you're right Carls, 💙💛, a wild playboy type who travels the world but funny and sweet, baby daddy #2 and Rosie's love interest in the future Ali: then there's Harry, which honestly, if they don't pick Robbie idk what's happened with the casting Ali: he's very English, very nice, also pretty gay but still potential father of Meena numero 3 Ro: He's got the accent and... well Ro: The flair, I suppose Ro: Very true Ali: 😂 don't worry, this, and the theatre are a safe space, you can say it Ali: I think he will camp it up a bit too much but 🤫 Meena: He's been in every play since we were 👶s Carly: aw 👶🌈 Meena: Right Meena: he can get a bit...more dramatic, as opening night draws nearer but he's a sweetie really Carly: theres 💊 for that Carly: wen hes my bff itll be k Ali: 😇 Ali: so, boys, you're suspiciously quiet...are you in? Caleb: deciding on my audition song got me like 🕺♫♪ Ali: 🙌 YES CAVANTE Drew: I don't know if I can do the singing bit but Drew: for you, why not Ali: ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🖤🥳🤩👽❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🖤 Caleb: I got you bruv Caleb: school you how chuck berry did for clapton & richards Drew: 👊👌 Caleb: 👊🏽✌🏽 Meena: You do surprise me, Drew Meena: from the boy who wouldn't ever watch it with me Meena: but yay ☺️☺️☺️ this will be so fun if we all get in! Carly: idk but we should all watch it Carly: outdoor screening party yea Meena: that would be so much fun Meena: before Summer is well and truly over 😥 Ali: baby you're so smart Ali: we gotta Carly: u gotta help cuz thats u 👼 Caleb: I can hook you a screen up Ali: 🤔🤔🤔 I wonder if we can make it work at the beach Ali: no greek island but the mood has to be right Ali: I'll get to pondering Caleb: it'll be chill if we put all our heads to it Caleb: & greek food will help the vibe Ali: 😋 Ali: 70s clothing not optional Ro: We're spoiled for choice in that regard Ali: truth Ali: but any excuse to go hunting Carly: yay Carly: i kno just the place Ali: 🕱 Ro: Should we perhaps wait until after auditions? That way it'll be possible to involve the full cast Ali: it'd be a bit counting 🐥 before 🐣 Ali: I get you Ali: but we don't have to get character-specific yet, like you said, our wardrobe already accommodates to the vibe Caleb: but the more the merrier whenever we decide to do this kickback Caleb: the people 💚 abba Ali: ugh, Tommy is going to be so jealous Ali: I don't think they've done this Ali: he'd be such a good Skye, right, Meena? Ro: We have to make sure he's in the front row on opening night Ro: Even if he'll be insistent upon taking the stage himself if any of us aren't playing to his vision Ali: he is that diva, awh 👑 Ali: ma will let him miss a day of school or so for that Meena: oh that'll be fun to see him again 🙂 Carly: & go out dancing after Carly: all the 👑🌈 Ali: 💃💃💃 Ali: that's settled Ali: we need all hands on deck or you know the scence-setting and wardrobe will be more tragedy than comedy Ali: can't let ABBA be done dirty like that Caleb: I've got mad numbers of friendly hands swearing they'll hold a 🖌 Caleb: bros and fam for days Caleb: it'll be sick, trust Ali: 🤙🤙🤙 Ali: put it in your diaries kids Ro: I can assure you that I have Ali: I can always count on you, Posy Meena: 📓✏ Caleb: it's in my 📱 Caleb: ready to rock, fofinho 💚 Ali: 🤘🤘🤘 Chuck Drew: I'm in Carly: idk yea Carly: what my baby wants she gets Ali: 😻

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Of Farms Fairs And Fame (Part 7)

September came to a near close with few colder days, it was good for the BeiFong orchard and better for Sokka’s family farm. September was nearly over and by extension so was harvest time. That left Katara with about a week to get a few more inches on her pumpkin and Sokka himself with a week to protect his ma’s garden. For Katara’s sake he wished that the season could go on a little bit longer, for his own, he just wanted it to be over. The longer it took his ma to gather her best berries the more time termites had to get to it.

The BeiFongs were lucky. They had so many apple trees that it didn’t matter if one fell to a mite infestation. They also had all the time in the world as their orchard didn’t close until the last week of November….and then they opened up their sister business; a lovely little pine farm.

Sokka wished that his mother would swallow her pride and accept some of the money the BeiFongs were pushing her way. It would take a lot of pressure off of he and Kat, not to mention, off of Kya herself. Sokka sighed and sprayed another round of pesticide.

He set the chemicals aside.

“How’s it goin’?”

Sokka jumped. “Don’t do that!”

Azula laughed and leapt over the garden fence. “What, are them rabbits finally gettin’ ta you?”

Sokka crossed his arms. “They ain’t scarin’ me none. But I am gettin’ mighty tire’ of chasin’ ‘em off.” He eyed a nibbled portion of Kya’s blueberry bush. They seemed to like that one the most, giving Sokka all the more reason to protect it. If they liked it then it must be a good batch. “Them deer is gettin’ pretty bad too, they git ta the low-hangin’ branches of the pear tree.”

“Look at you, the guardian o’ the garden.”

“Ha. Ha.” He mumbled. “How’re yer songs goin’.”

Azula sighed. “They ain’t.”

“Then what are y’all doin’ ‘round here?”

Azula shrugged. It was enough for Sokka to know she was blowing off her own work. “Y’all only got about a week ta come up wit somethin’.”

“I know.” She muttered. “I better hurry ‘cause I still gotta memorize whatever I come up wit.” She seated herself under the pear tree. “Zuko ‘n Mai ain’t much help. I tried to make a song ‘bout their relationship. They ain’t very interesting. Not when I need ‘em to be anyhow.”

“Yeah, they bin gittin’ along lately.” Sokka replied. “You try TyLee?”

“She’s been busy with her horses ‘n helpin’ her family get last minute things tagether fer the fair. She ain’t had much time ta talk to me.” Azula answered. “Not that I ain’t dropped by her place anyways. But we spent mosta that time ridin’ the horses. I tol’ her I’d help her practice.” Her face seemed to fall.

“What’s that look fer? Did ya lose?”

“I wouldn’t be sad if I went ‘n lost. It’d mean that TyLee’d do good at the fair.”

“Then why?”

“It ain’t my business to share. It’ll come out ‘ventually.”

“Why ain’t you write a song about that?”

“Ain’t my story to tell.” She repeated. She was quiet for a moment. “Ya think I’m bein’ to picky?”

Sokka nodded. “Mos’ definitely.”

She gave the back of his head a thump.  But after another bought of quite, confessed, “yer right…”

.oOo.

She’d sat under that pare tree long enough. Perhaps she should just perform the song she had written near the month’s beginning. But that one seemed to lack depth and soul. Did people even like pointless songs about nature? She couldn’t think of many radio hits about that kind of thing. It was mostly about family and love, both of which were too personal for her. Hell, she didn’t even know if she knew what romance was. Again her mind wandered to Sokka and she quickly shoved the feelings aside. She didn’t have time for that!

She thought again, to the radio hits. If it wasn’t about romance and family it was about beer, trucks, and honky tonks. She liked to think that she had more class than that.

Cowboy boots and the simplicity of the country life also seemed common. Songs about the works and toils of farm work.

Perhaps she could write something like that. About the simple country charms or about helping Sokka around the farm. But what if she did that she ran the risk of turning it into a song about Sokka himself. She shakes her head as if that would clear the light blush that had crept onto her cheeks.

She tapped her pencil on the desk. She forced herself to write a verse or two about the first pair of cowboy boots her father had bought for her. It went well until after the chorus, after which she didn’t know where to take the song. She put it aside. If she couldn’t come up with anything better, she could probably try to make something out of that one.

Azula didn’t know how late she had kept herself up, but it was getting late. Still, she couldn’t let another night pass without a song. Biting her lip, she caved deciding that it wouldn’t hurt to at least write the lyrics out. It might help get her creative flow going. She could always throw it out later.

By the time she put her pencil down she had a sheet filled with lyrics about her mother. She had her hands poised to tear the page up.

But it was a good song…

Her only song...

#Avatar #Azula #Sokka #Sokkla #Fanfiction

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Never Doubt It || P. Jimin

Summary: Your friendship with Jimin wasn't that bad, it was full of insults, sarcasm and peculiar meals. The fact that he was a vampire never touched you that much, you trusted him with all your heart. But sometimes instincts got the best of him, especially when you got hurt.

Genre: Supernatural, a bit of Angst, Fluff

Pairing: Y/N x Vampire Jimin

Warnings: Cursing, a tiny bit of blood

Author’s Note: Hi beautiful people🌈

Here you have a request with a Vampire Jimin, hope you like it!

If you want to request something here you can see what I write and for who.

All the love🌹

"Could you please get the fuck out my view? I'm trying to watch something and that sure isn't your nice ass".

Your sour tone brought a smirk on Jimin's lips as he moved away from the TV and placed himself on the couch, beside you. "I know I've got a cute ass, no need to tell me. And by the way, I'm pretty sure you actually enjoy looking at it, don't you."

"Jimin, you're gross." you replied as a chip hit him in his chest, and turned your attention to the movie. He took the chip and threw it back at you with disgust all over his face. "God as long as you eat like this your blood must taste like shit" he said.

"Oh right, well let me make a veggie and healthy meal while you prepare to suck the blood from my veins, what do you think?" you replied, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Wouldn't taste your blood even if you payed me."

"The girl from last week must have tasted amazing then. Did you pay to have sex with you? You haven't been successful while hitting on a girl for months".

He looked at you in disbelief as you mimed your words "Mic drop baby".

Your relationship with Jimin was nothing out of the ordinary: just two cocky, sarcastic bestfriends that their only way of expressing love was through insults and comebacks. The only thing that diversified your relationship from others' was that Jimin was a vampire.

You had known him since the first year of high school: you thought he was a nice guy, a bit stupid at times (that sure hadn't changed in the next years) but nothing extraordinary.Well, let's just say that after you saw him poking a girl's neck with his fags you never looked at him in the same way. Him being a vampire didn't scare you that much: at first you of course were terrified he would have sucked the soul out of your body, but after he reassured you he would have never hurt you, it didn't bother you anymore.

In years you two had built a strong and beautiful friendship: to other it may have looked like you two couldn't stand each other, but it wasn't true. You joked around a lot, you insulted each other way too frequently, but when one or the other needed help in any way, you were always there to help. You were never one to crave the perfect relationship: all you needed was a couch, something to watch, something to gossip about and a fidelty car of the Japanese restaurant at the corner of your street; apparently it was one of the only places Jimin could get blood without having to hurt anyone, plus the food was amazing so that place was a catch. The first time Jimin had brought you there, you actually thought they killed people to get that blood, but when he saw the terrified expression on your pale face he reassured you that the blood they sold only came from animals.

"There's a difference between human and animal blood?" you asked him once, while he was taking you home. "Human tastes better. Too bad I can't go around the town biting people and then murdering them". "Yeah, probably not the best idea."

"You should really stop eating so much sushi, you're gonna become a huge ball of rice". His annoyed tone came to your ears as you were eating your dinner.

"Did you say something? Sorry, I was busy enjoying my meal." you said to him with a fake smile. He rolled his eyes. "Namjoon is gonna host a party tomorrow night. I know it's Wednesday night, and we never go out during the week but since none of us has to work or go to school the next day, I was thinking we could go." he proposed as he sipped from his cup of "berry smoothie" that the owner had poured in a Pepsi cup, covered with a lid.

"Damn boy, so eager to get laid that you're starting to go to parties during the week" you said wiggling your brows to him as you placed your elbows on the table of the restaurant. "Y/N..." he said with a roll of his eyes."Plus, who the fuck does parties on Wednesdays?!".

"C'mon, it's just for one night. It could be fun, Joon always organizes lit parties.".

"Too bad the boys are always trash" you said with an innocent look as you sipped loudly your drink. He didn't respond, he just began looking at you with those puppy eyes. "Oh no, puppy eyes don't work with me, Park Jimin" you said confident and you continued eating, but the weight of his eyes on your head was getting heavier. You lifted your head so that you were looking into his eyes, but after a few seconds you gave up.

"Okay! You win, we're going" you said defeated, throwing at him a crumpled up paper towel. "YES! I knew you couldn't resist these eyes" he said wiggling his eyebrows and giving you a smirk. "Don't get too confident" you smirked back at him, trying to forget the fact that you actually had a soft spot: and that spot was Jimin.

It was 19.36 of Wednesday, you had less than an hour to get ready and you still didn't know what to wear. Your closet looked empty, even though it was full of clothes: but you weren't one to dress up, so of course you didn't have a dress that was anything near sexy. It's not like you wanted to impress boys: meeting guys at parties was one of the worst choices someone could do, but Jimin was gonna be there and you surely couldn't arrive at the party looking like you just got out of bed. While sighing loudly, you looked through your clothes one last time, realizing you should move your ass or you would have gotten there late.

Jimin was waiting for you outside Namjoon's house: he did already go inside to greet his friends, but when he realized they were all already drunk and you weren't there yet, he decided to wait for you to arrive safely. And as he saw you coming towards him, both of you swore you had never seen someone looking so breathtaking.

Those skinny, black, ripped jeans emphasized those muscular legs of his, and a bit of his arms showed from the rolled up sleeves of his blouse, that wasn't all buttoned up and you could clearly see a portion of his naked chest. But to him, you were looking like a full meal: a black dress that left little to imagination was covering only half of your thighs and it was tight on your chest, leaving your collarbones naked to his sight.

"You look stunning". You blushed at his words, and for the first time in your relationship you couldn't think of any witty comeback to tell him. You just took in his compliment. You two got into the house, and you began greeting all your friends, not so-friends and even people you barely knew. You could feel the hot stares of some boys on you.

"Want me to get you a drink?" Jimin suddenly asked you before you began to walk towards all the people that were dancing. "Yes please, something strong.".

And that's how you began drinking that night. The alchool flew smoothly in your body the more of it you drank, and your dance moves were getting bolder and bolder. You were receiving amused looks from your friends, and Jimin couldn't help but laugh at your state. But his attitude changed when he decided that some unknown boy around you was getting too comfortable with you to his liking. "Okay we gotta go, you drank enough" he said as he pulled your arm gently under the sight of the boy, too drunk to care about you disappearing. You mumbled something as he got you out of the crowd, but he couldn't understand what you were saying: you were definitely drunk.

"Waiiit I have to get my pursee" you whined before you got out of the house, so he let you go get it, but when you came back he saw you with a bottle of beer in your hand. "Not today darling" he said trying to grab it, but you started whining louder and louder. "Nooo let me drink Jimin". He sighed at your stubborn behavior but coudln't help to chuckle: you were cute.

You tried walking, but the black heels weren't helpful and in your state you managed to walk for maximum a minute before stumbling and falling on the ground.

"Jiminieeeee it hurts, can we go to the hospital?" you whined as he helped you to get up.

"Y/N you just scraped your knees, you're not gonna die. Stop being dramatic" he told you with a chuckle, and this time he kept one arm around your hips to prevent you from falling again. You were completely drunk, but he never thought a drunken person could have been so energetic: he could barely keep up to your pace as you detached from his grip and began running back and forth, heels in one hand, beer in the other while yelling such questionable things.

"Oh and by the way, that guy I was talking to befoe, he was so niceee. He told me I was beautiful"

"Yeah, and I bet he only saw your ass as you were dancing" he said with a roll of his eyes.

"Are you sying I've a good ass?" you looked at him with glossy, wide eyes.

"I'm saying that the only reason he complimented you is because he wanted to bang you" he said as those words came out harshly.

"I wouldn't have complained I haven't been with someoe in ages Jiminiee" you said attaching to his arms, your head on his shoulder as you walked.

"I didn't need that information" he replied as he tried to suppress an annoyed tone. You stopped in the middle of the street for a second, making him stop with you. "Fuck, Jiminieee I think I forgot ma keys at home" you said whining even louder as you snuggled his face in his chest. "Jesus Christ Y/N you're a mess.".

The walk to his apartment wasn't too long, and he was relieved he finally could relax and not having to deal with your drunken state in public. As he helped you walking up the stairs, you kept on talking and Jimin swore he had to find a way to make you shut your mouth. Once you both got in, you immediately throw yourself on the soft couch that smelled like him, the heels discarded on the ground, the half full bottle still in your hand. As Jimin opened the fridge to search for a bit of something to drink, he heard a yelp coming from the kitchen. And immediately a delicious, sweet scent came to his senses. He ran to the living room, his senses getting more and more inebriated and he saw you on your scraped knees, surrounded by pieces of shattered glass and blood on the floor, a fresh cut on your arm.

You could see the dark, rough look in his eyes, fixed on the wound. You were beginning to shiver, and suddenly all the drunkenness went away. It was replaced by pure fear. You felt your mind clearing up as you looked into those almost black eyes. The feeling of alchool was now the last thing on your mind. Feeling almost sober because of the adrenaline that run in you, you tried to speak but works seemed stuck in your mouth.

"Jimin". He would have never hurt you, you knew it. But he was still a vampire. Who knew when he fed himself the last time. And the bigger the amounts of blood were, the more difficult it was for him to control himself. He began walking slowly towards you, eyes glued to your arm. The panic began to bloom in your chest: you couldn't move, you were too terrified. You couldn't talk. For a second you thought the one you had in front of you wasn't your Jimin.

As he sit down in front of you, he felt almost like drowning in your sweet, addictive scent. You must have tasted amazing, he thought. Your scent was so strong that he couldn't even smell the fear you had on. He gently grabbed your arm, he felt his fangs coming out and piercing his lips. You couldn't move. He brought your arm closer to his face, but as soon as his tongue tasted you blood, he immediately pushed away. He was scared, you could tell.

His legs were trembling as he got up and ran to the bathroom: now he could only smell the scent of fear in the air.

You were scared of him.

He had promised you he would have never hurt you.

What if he didn't stop himself?

What if he had bit you?

He couldn't imagine hurting the person he cared about the most in the whole world. You were everything to him, maybe even more than a simple friend, and he couldn't think about losing you.

Jimin's breathing had never been heavier as he searched for antiseptic and bandages. When he came back he could see you had tears in your eyes.

"I'm so sorry" he choked as he grabbed your arm again, and began wiping the blood away. You were looking at him: you weren't afraid or hesitant. You felt bad, so bad.

"I'm okay Jim-"

"I could have hurt you, Y/N. I made a promise and I almost broke it because I have no self control" his voice was breathy.

"I said I'm okay. You're controlling yourself now, aren't you?" you said with a giggle as you stroked his cheek. "I guess" he smiled at you, eyes still glossy and a bit red. He continued taking care of the wound, and when he finally finished he placed a soft kiss on the bandage, making you giggle. And for a second he got lost in your beautiful glossy eyes and your red lips.

"I should probably make you go to bed" he said sighing as he got up the floor, and immediately after you felt his strong arms picking you up.

"Jimin I can sleep on the couch". He could still feel the alchool in your voice but you were definitely more sober now: but you needed a good sleep so he would have let you sleep in his bed.

"Shh don't worry. Let me take care of you, princess" he said after placing you on his warm bed. He waited for you to get under the covers.

He made a move to get out of the room when you spoke.

"You never called me that”. He immediately turned around, you had already closed your eyes, but a small smile adorned your lips.

Jimin couldn't resist: he sat on the edge of the bed and placed a small, sweet but passionate peck on your soft lips.

When he pulled away, he felt your hand grabbing his wrist.

"Stay here with me". Your eyes were full of happiness. And his were too. "Okay princess". He placed himself under the covers on the other side of the bed, pulling you closer to him with an arm around your waist.

"Jimin?".

"Yes?".

"Don't stop calling me that, okay?". A soft laugh escaped both of your lips.

"I won't."

And as you both tried to slip into your sleep, you heard him whispering.

"I promise you I'll take care of you, always".

"I have never doubt it, Jimin".

#bts #bts fic #bts supernatural au #bts vampire au #bts jimin #jimin vampire #bts jin #bts suga #bts rm #bts jungguk #bts jhope #bts v #bts imagines #bts reactions #bts request #bts fluff #bts angst #bts fanfic

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Superheroes with Secrets: Library Date (Fic part 109) (Set in 2001)

Around 2000 Words. 18+ in places.

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‘Giantess’ Kirby Roussimoff x Shane ‘Hurricane’ Helms (Circa 2001)

Reference Posts: Shane ‘Hurricane’ Helms

Kirby ‘The Blacklight Bandit’ Roussimoff

Notes: The story is set in 2001, which would make Helms 27 and Kirby 31. This story also blends Kayfabe and Reality. Certain people speak in different colours, Mainly: Helms is Green. Kirby is Orange. Kane is Red. Undertaker is Purple. Big Show is Blue.

Other members of the BSK are also in purple.

Other women are in Pink.

DX Members are also in Green.

"We'll keep each other accountable."

"Exactly."

"But when I look so cool and Gothic, I can't help myself. I gotta be suave and mysterious."

"You can't help it, my love?" Kirby purrs in his ear.

"Can't help it"

"You wanna sneak me away and make love to me in public?" Kirby questions teasingly.

"Maybe a little."

"Just a little?"

"Maybe a lot."

"You just want to be able to make love to me whenever you want, don't you?"

"Yes. Absolutely."

Kirby smirks, pulling Helms into a heated kiss. He kisses her back happily, getting some of her lipstick smeared over his face.

Kirby pulls away, "oh, mon ange, I have made a mess of you." Kirby murmurs.

"Good. Exactly how I wanna be."

"I should clean you up." Kirby whispers, pulling Helms into another heated kiss.

"This is cleaning?" He chuckles.

"This is making sure I have to clean you up." Kirby notes.

"Aw, I can't walk around looking well-kissed?"

"You want to?"

"Deeply."

"Then I can wait to clean you up." Kirby whispers as she kisses his jawline.

"Thank you, sweetheart. I like looking loved."

"How covered do you want to look?" Kirby questions teasingly.

"As covered as you can get me."

Kirby smirks as she kisses as much of him as possible. He accepts each one happily.

Kirby pulls away after almost completely covering his skin in lipstick stains, "now I need to re-do my makeup." Kirby whispers to herself.

"So I can get a refill when it wears off?" He grins.

"As you wish." Kirby nods.

"Exactly as I wish. I couldn't be wearing anything sexier than your lipstick marks."

Kirby smirks as she walks into the bathroom to fix her makeup. Helms adjusts his beanie and jeans as he waits.

Kirby returns after 2 minutes, "how do I look, mon mari?"

"Like a dream come true, ma ange."

"You charmer." Kirby whispers as she gently kisses him.

"It's a gift." He shrugs.

"C'mon then, Hurricane." Kirby murmurs as she grabs her purse and heads out of the hotel room.

He takes her arm to escort her happily. It doesn't take too long for them to find and park outside a bookstore, Kirby happily looking through the shelves of books, in a world of her own. Helms finds himself in the graphic novel section, working so hard to keep from geeking out too hard. A couple of locals stop in their tracks upon seeing Kirby but she doesn't seem to notice them as she collects a small pile of books. Helms notices out of the corner of his eye, but keeps natural as best he can. Kirby walks up to Helms, kissing him gently as she looks through her stack of books.

"Find anything nice?"

"Uhm, I found 'Positive Discipline' by Jane Nelsen, 'Touchpoints: Birth to three' by T. Berry Brazelton, 'Baby Signs' by Linda Acredolo, 'The New Father' by Armin A. Brott, 'Sleeping Through the Night' by Jodi A. Mindell, 'The Birth Book' by William Sears, 'The Pregnancy Book' by William Sears, and 'Your Baby's First Year' by Steven P. Shelov."

"What about 'What To Expect When You're Expecting'? I've heard it's good too."

"I couldn't find it, it's actually why I came to talk to you, mon ange, could use your expert eyes."

"You're a big fan of my eyes, hmm?"

"Yeah, big fan of those dark, intriguing, mysterious eyes of yours, my hero." Kirby whispers.

"Glad I grew them like this." He smiles.

"Your eyes are much sexier than mine." Kirby murmurs before kissing him gently.

"That's not true. Your baby blues get me lost."

"Really? My blue eyes get you all lovey dovey?" Kirby teases.

"They get me as lost as a man at sea."

"Shipwrecked in the ocean of my eyes?"

"Easily. And nowhere I'd rather else be."

"You little charmer, mon amour." Kirby whispers as she kisses him gently.

"It's my honor."

"C'mere you little beast." Kirby whispers, lifting his head by his chin to kiss him deeply.

He kisses her hard, tilting his head a little.

"I'm gonna love watching you wrestle, but I'll hate being unable to wrestle with you." Kirby whispers.

"Just for a year, sweetheart."

"I know, but it'll feel like a lifetime."

"Not when you start really feeling the baby."

"Yeah, but then you're going to have to deal with me being cranky because you made this happen." Kirby half-jokes.

"That's why I'm gonna be doting on you hard."

"So I don't complain endlessly?" Kirby questions teasingly.

"More so like you don't blame me for knocking you up."

"I'm actually glad you knocked me up, sure it's extremely early into our marriage, but I'd rather be a mom sooner than later."

"Same here. So we're not sixty by the time they grow up."

"I feel like we're doing this at a responsible time in our lives, ya know, I'm in my early thirties, you're in your late twenties."

"Best time to do it."

Kirby pulls away, trying her hardest not to drag Helms to a back room or bathroom but feeling extremely tempted.

"Control yourself, mon chéri. Try not to ravage me just yet." He winks.

"You little beast, mon amour." Kirby whispers.

"That's why you love me."

"True, find anything good, mon amour?" Kirby questions teasingly.

"Think I found the one we're looking for." He grins, pulling out the book in question.

"Ah, mon ange, you are an absolute hero." Kirby murmurs.

"That's what they call me."

Kirby pulls Helms into a gentle kiss, "my hero."

"Yours forever."

Kirby messes with his hair gently.

"Any other section you wanted to browse?"

"No, not really, kinda feeling like we should get lunch though."

"Ooh, lunch sounds nice."

"Maybe get some pancakes and milkshakes?" Kirby suggests.

"You know me too well."

"Do I now, only made the suggestion cause I really want pancakes and a milkshake." Kirby half-jokes.

"Then maybe you're just my perfect woman."

"I would hope so, Shane." Kirby chuckles.

"You're my dream and I am absolutely feeling pancakes and milkshakes."

"C'mon then, I'll pay for the books, you pay for lunch."

"That's a deal." He grins, giving her a quick kiss.

Kirby smiles as she goes to pay for the books, the couple leave after to find a restaurant for lunch.

Before long, the two are sat opposite each other and enjoying their lunch, "so, my love, how ya doing?" Kirby asks gently.

"Gotta say, after leafing through these books... getting a little nervous."

"Why ya nervous, babe?"

"Just the parenting. Getting back into the game..."

"Well, think about it like this, it was bound to happen eventually the way me and you are towards each other."

"I know, and I don't mean I'm not excited. I'm seriously damn excited. Just got the fatherhood jitters."

"Then, for now, until I feel more of the effects of pregnancy, don't worry."

"You'll have to make me." He chuckles.

"Oh really?" Kirby smirks, cocking an eyebrow

"Yup. Gotta take my mind off my nerves."

"You wanna do this now, or back at the hotel?"

"Let's wait until we're at the hotel. I wanna tease you for now."

"You little beastie." Kirby murmurs.

"I'm as much a villain as I am a hero."

Kirby looks away from Helms, focusing on her lunch. He reaches across the table underneath, stroking her knee gently.

"Don't, Hon, I'm trying to eat." Kirby murmurs.

"Aw, am I too distracting?" He chuckles, backing away.

"You're being an annoyance." Kirby jokes

"People also say that about me."

"Ya sexy annoying little beast. I'm gonna punish you when we get back to the hotel."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

About an hour later the two are back at the hotel, making out. Helms is being nearly violent in his affections, kissing like he's been starving. Kirby pins Helms against the bed, snaking her hand down to his crotch.

"Hoping to find something down there?" He grins.

"You bet. I'm gonna take you to the edge over and over until you beg for mercy." Kirby purrs.

"Trying to break the Hurricane?"

"No, just trying to edge my baby daddy."

"Edge away. I can take it."

Kirby smirks as she unbuttons Helms' jeans, tugging his jeans and underwear slightly to let her stroke his cock. He's fairly hard as she begins stroking him slowly.

"You act like a bad boy, you'll be treated like a bad boy, ecstasy with no release." Kirby whispers as she strokes his cock, watching him for any signs he's close to climaxing.

"And if I act like a good boy?"

"Then I'll take everything off and ride you." Kirby purrs.

"Mm, very tempting to get off on good behaviour."

"So, you gonna be good or evil?" She questions teasingly.

"Think I might stay a good boy."

"You want me to ride you, cowboy?" She teases.

"Absolutely I want you to ride me."

Kirby gets off the bed, getting undressed in front of Helms. He groans softly in the back of his throat, wanting to touch so desperately.

"Get undressed, Shaney."

"Yes, ma'am."

Kirby watches him get undressed, biting her lip to stifle a moan.

"Like what you see?" He smirks.

"Shuddup Shane." Kirby whispers as she pulls Helms into a heated kiss.

"Yes, ma'am." He moans softly against her lips.

"Enculé monsieur." Kirby murmurs as she kisses his neck

"Bold words from someone within lovin range."

"You wanna make sweet lovin', Shaney?"

"God yes."

Kirby pushes him against the bed, climbing over him and guiding his cock into her wet heat and moaning softly.

"God, I always forget how perfect you feel."

"Really? I'm perfect?" Kirby questions teasingly.

"Without hesitation."

"You really know how to make me blush, Shaney." Kirby murmurs through moans of pleasure.

"That's the intent."

"First he marries me, then he gets me pregnant, now he's intention is to make me blush." Kirby whispers to herself.

"Yup. And then after that, I plan to blow you away with how good a father I can be."

Kirby stifles a moan as she looks at Helms, "I'm not doubting that."

"After that, I plan to woo you every day until you remember why you fell in love with me."

"I know why I fell in love with you." Kirby whispers.

"Never hurts to remind you daily."

"I know, I love you, Shane, I love you so much."

"I love you too. I'm never gonna stop."

"You're never gonna stop loving me, ever?"

"I never could. I think I'd really and truly rather die than live in a world where I knew you didn't love me."

"Please don't say that Shane, I love you, way more than I have the words to say." Kirby's breathing hitches as she gets close to her climax.

"So do I. And I always will."

"I fucking love you, Shane" Kirby whispers as she buries her face in his shoulder, breathing heavily.

"I love you too... and I am so damn close."

Kirby moans as she flips their position so Helms is above her. He uses the height to his advantage as he starts thrusting into her hard and fast.

Kirby moans, throwing her head back against the bed, "mmn, fuck, Shane."

"Cum for me, my love."

Kirby moans his name as she cums, breathing heavily. He only takes a few more thrusts to cum with her, groaning. Kirby strokes his hair softly, holding his face in her hands gently. He's a little flushed and panting softly.

"Look at you, ya scruffy little man, I love you so much."

"Ain't too scruffy, am I?"

"Shh, rest Shane, I like the scruff." Kirby whispers.

"Just wanna make sure I'm still cute to you."

"You're always cute to me, you cute little scruffy man."

"Good. Just checking."

"Rest, Shaney baby, rest." Kirby whispers, stroking his hair gently.

He snuggles close into her chest, sighing happily. Kirby starts singing to herself, holding Helms close. He's almost falling asleep within her warm embrace.

"When I first saw you, I saw love, And the first time you touched me, I felt love, And after all this time, You're still the one I love" Kirby sings, as softly as she can.

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