#i also low key came out to her and told her that I like women which is like fun I guess

[autumntouched]

If Lost Return to Jake

Summary: Jake is a simp. It says so on his shirt

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x GF!Reader

Warnings: mention of sex but nothing explicit

A/N: Got drop kicked HARD today (at least a Phoenix fic was born for later), went looking for comfort, and came across something I whipped up a few weeks ago based on a chat @glen-powells and I had about t-shirts Jake definitely owns. Could be better, but it made me smile

As soon as you get home, you change into leggings and a sweatshirt and curl up on your bed. You’re exhausted from a long week at work and planning your friend’s bachelorette party. You wish you’d told her bridal party only, but you adore her and it’s her special weekend so you’ll put in the extra work to wrangle fifteen women for a weekend in New Orleans. Five minutes, you tell yourself. You’ll start dinner in five minutes. But ten minutes later, you’re still curled up in the cozy nest of your comforter and after twenty minutes you start to wonder whether you can skip dinner altogether. Try again for breakfast in the morning.  

You’ve just resigned yourself to letting your stomach growl itself to sleep when you hear keys in the door, and Jake calls your name. You let him know that you’re in the bedroom. Your body aches, it’s so tired but just the sound of his voice has your heart rate stumbling over itself in excitement. Guess you’re cooking dinner after all. You bury a groan in your arm, but you’re already smiling. 

He’s still in uniform when he eases the door open. In uniform and holding a giant bouquet of your favorite flowers. Maybe you fell asleep. If you are, you’re already looking forward to seeing where this dream goes because those twinkling green eyes and dimples are really doing a number on you. 

Your brain catches up to the moment and you fly up. “Wait, what are the flowers for?” You can’t quite hide the pitch of panic in your voice that you’ve forgotten an important date. You have to put multiple alerts in your phone for anniversaries and birthdays and still sometimes they slip past you. 

“Oh, these?” He’s trying to sound off-handed, but he’s beaming at the excitement edging out your concern. “Just a pretty excuse to drop in on an absolutely stunning woman.” He lays them on the bed beside you because you’re already waiting for him on your knees. Jake runs his hands down your arms, his rough fingers skimming the sensitive undersides of your forearms and wrists as he lifts them around his shoulders and sidles closer. You’re practically nose to nose. “Also thought she might like something to eat,” he murmurs, lips brushing yours. “So I stopped and got her some dinner.”

“Such a simp,” you smile, still amused by his teenage cousin’s wry assessment of him after you met his family at Thanksgiving.   

He wraps his arms around you and pulls you flush to him. “And proud of it,” he brags before claiming your mouth. 

So when you’re scrolling through endless Etsy pages for your friend’s bachelorette party and come across a “Proud Simp” t-shirt, you giggle and immediately add it to your cart. You wrap it for him as beautifully as you wrap his birthday and Christmas gifts. You might be bad with dates, but you’re a wiz with some paper, ribbon, and a little tape. 

“What’s this for?” Jake asks when you go to his place to give it to him. You’re so excited to see his reaction that you nearly blurt it out. 

“Open it!” You rush him. 

But he notices how beautifully you’ve wrapped it and takes his time carefully trying to preserve your work, and it makes you want to shake him and kiss him all at once. 

You go all warm at the way his face lights up when he sees your inside joke in t-shirt form. Immediately, Jake strips off his black tee to put it on. But once you glimpse his muscled chest and the dark trail of hair from his pecs down into his low slung shorts, you decide he can also lose the shorts and everything under them for now. He’ll have plenty of time to wear your gift after he’s thoroughly thanked you for it. 

And thank you for it he does.

Jake wears it. A lot. At first you think it’s just around the house, but as he spends more and more time at your place you realize he wears it out too. To run errands, to football nights with his Dagger Squad buddies Rooster, Payback, and Fanboy despite their teasing, even to pick his cousin up from the airport when she comes to visit. 

Her latest assessment of him? “Please get help.”

You draw the line at him wearing it to his commanding officer’s cookout, which he pouts about until he’s distracted by your braless sundress with the spaghetti straps crossed in the back.

For Labor Day weekend, you fly to Texas to visit his family. He picks you up from the airport. When he gets out of the car to kiss you and load your bag into the trunk, you laugh at the t-shirt he’s wearing. It says ‘I’m Jake.” 

“Did you forget your name or something?” you ask, trying to figure out if he’s playing a prank on you. 

“You’ll see,” he promises, the lines around his eyes growing more prominent with his suppressed smile. 

There’s a tissue paper wrapped box on your seat when you get into the rental car. “This better not be a ring,” you blurt out, trying not to hyperventilate. It’s not that you don’t know at this point that you’re going to spend the rest of your life with him. But your younger brother just got engaged, and you know your future sister-in-law would feel overshadowed if you took that step just now.

Before he drives away from the curb, Jake gently cups your chin and runs his thumb over your bottom lip to calm you down. “Sweetheart, I’ll wait as long as you want me to pop the question.” One of his mischievous smiles flip flops your heart, and you close your eyes as he kisses the scowl of concern from between your eyebrows. “Personally, I think this is better than a ring though.” 

That statement warns you what’s to come, but you’re still not prepared when you lift a t-shirt from the box. 

“If lost, return to Jake,” you read. You mouth the words, trying to put together what it means until you realize it’s the same color as the shirt he’s wearing. 

You feel the blood drain from your face. “No.”

“No what?” he chuckles, taking his eyes from the road for a moment to check your expression. He laughs even harder at what must be a look of horror on your face. 

“I’m not wearing this, Jake. The people who wear these carry AARP cards and have those help I’ve fallen and can’t get up buttons. I’m not even old enough to have a geriatric pregnancy! And if lost? When do I get lost?” 

“When you drive with the gps on mute,” he answers a little too quickly. Your face lets him know he’s made a big mistake. He adds even faster, “But I’ll never make you unmute the GPS because this proud simp loves it when you need him.”

Flashing you his biggest, most you-know-you-love-me grin, he reaches across the console and takes your left hand. His thumb strokes the place on your finger where an engagement ring will one day rest before placing a quick, but lingering kiss there. “C’mon sweetheart,” he says quietly, but you can hear the sudden weight of emotion in his voice. “I promised to wait to ask you to marry me, so how else am I supposed to let you know that I’m never going anywhere before I leave?”

This man really knows how to wreck you. He’s in Texas to say goodbye to his parents before he deploys until March. After growing up with your dad’s deployments, you swore you wouldn’t fall in love with a Navy man, but Jake had other plans for you. “Wear it with me please?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you agree, too choked up to say more. You know from experience crying before a goodbye only makes it harder. There will be plenty of time later to let his gift catch your tears. 

You put on the shirt before you get to his parents’ house because you know it will make his family laugh and that’s what you want to remember later too, the laughter. 

Arm slung over your shoulder, in your paired “I’m Jake” and “If lost return to Jake” shirts, he takes you to his favorite ice cream shop. You both laugh at the judgmental looks the teens and even some people your age give you. His cousin, Danny, insists she’s too embarrassed to be seen with you two. 

You wear the shirt to see him off and again when he gets home. And as soon as you’ve flown into his arms and kissed every inch of his handsome face (you’ll save the rest of him for later), he sets you down so he can show you that he’s wearing his too. You notice his shirt is as faded as yours from going through the wash so many times.

Gathering up his seabag, he hooks an arm around your shoulders to hold you close as you walk to the car. “I’m thinking it’s about time we sealed this relationship with something a little more durable than cotton,” he says. “What do you think?”

“I’m tired of people asking me where’s Jake,” you agree. “So yes.”

#jake hangman seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin fic #top gun maverick fanfiction #top gun maverick fanfic #tgm fic #simp jake seresin

[haruchi-slit]

WHEN HE GO LOW, I GO LOWER!!

synopsis⁽⁠⁽⁠ଘ⁠(⁠ ⁠ˊ⁠ᵕ⁠ˋ⁠ ⁠)⁠ଓ⁠⁾⁠⁾:

You saw Satoru making out with a girl in the club and as your revenge you slept with his three friends :)

a/n: DONT MIND THE TITLE IDK WHAT TO NAME THIS BLOG I'M SORRY! Our wifi broke so i wrote this cause i was bored. I'm risking my digital footprint and my dignity (am i?) i personally think this is kind of cringe? cause of the pet names and detailed smuts i was literally laughing while writing this idk if i cooked this shit up or burnt it lmaoo

Warnings!!

Toji, Ryomen and Suguru are, like..26-29 in here..and Satoru is a very,very,very red flag boyfriend here if you're not good with that then shoo away. Grammmatical errors, typographical errors mdni, foursome, raw sex, use of rose toy, fingering, fisting, degrading, praisin, anal, etc.

"Have you seen Satoru's latest post?dang, so you gonna let him hook up with other girls?" Suguru clicked his tongue "tsk, he's a womanizer, you deserve better Y/n" he added as he shoved his phone to you.

"He said he'd change, so c'mon people change don't they?" you chuckled, and slightly tapped Suguru's phone away.

"eee, whatever you say, but don't come crying to us hon..we've already warned you." Ryomen snickered

"Stop with the yadayada and finish this f'me?" you rolled your eyes "besides he's going to take me on a date tonight."

"You're fucking delusional, sweetie" Toji said as he appeared out of nowhere,

"And you fucking scared me" Suguru laughed out.

"Whatever, im going home gonna get ready for me and m'love's date.."

"Yeah, sure whatever just come to us if he fucks up mhm?" Toji chuckled

"i don't care, I'm sure he won't fuck up tho" you responded and bid them goodbye.

You drove back to your house, unlocked your front door and got inside, it's already eight in the evening and Satoru said he'll pick you up at nine, you took a shower, dried your hair, did your hair just how he likes it, did your make up

in the best way possible, you wore your dark blue dress that compliments every curve and dips on your body. It's been a long time since the two of you dated and it's understandable with all the side chicks he's got, you still forgave him after all the things he has done to you. you prepared your bag, you put your lipstick, your card, your keys and of course your rose toy and also a condom in case the two of you get freaky and shit, while doing your make up you got a message from Satoru.

'Toru💙

-Something came up, can we move our date next week?

You hesitated to respond..but as a understanding girlfriend, you agreed of course you would, but because you already have your look and everything you decided to phone Shoko, and asked her to come over and go to the new club..and of course as the best girl, she agreed to come with you.

"Yeahh, im down this week had been fucking rough..i need to let out some steam eventually." she said

"yess, perfect be here at 10 I'll wait for you" you responded.

as you wait for her you scrolled thru your phone while eating the pineapples you cutted earlier cause you thought you and Satoru will have a blast tonight but he, as the damned boyfriend he is, he cancelled it and didn't even told you what "came up" while eating and scrolling on your phone for a while, you heard someone knocked on your door and you knew it was Shoko so you came rushing down to your hall and opened the door,

"Heyy, y/nnn~~" Shoko greets you with a warm smile, as you responded with a hug, "Shall we go now?" you asked "Of course!" she said. The two of you went to the club and wow, literally wow, very fucking ironic.

You saw Satoru in the club, making out with other women.

he's so fucked up now.

Shoko saw Satoru and marched towards him and gave him a very hard blow on his stomach, causing him to choke on his saliva.

"Fuck you, and fuck your sidechicks!" She then snatched a random man's drink and spilled it right on top of Satoru's and the girl's head,that left Satoru speechless. When she came back to you she noticed that you were no where to be seen, "Poor woman.." she sighed and tried to find you in the huge crowd in the club but she couldn't spot where you are. As for you, you we're rushing, running away far from the scene, too overwhelmed to stop from running thousands and thousands of thoughts in your mind,

"am I not good enough?, am I ugly?, am l replaceable?-" you snapped back into reality when you bumped into someone,

"Watch where you're going!" the man said, "Oh my god, I'm sorry!" you bowed down and ran to the nearest park.You sat down on the bench and called Ryomen.

"Ryomen, can you pick me up?, it's so loney out here" you sobbed,

"You guys are right he fucked up." you added.

"Aww~, turn on your location I'll pick you up we'll help you relieve your loneliness" Ryomen responded in the other line of the phone.

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"Ah - i think it won't fit!", You jolted as you tried to fit you fist up to your ass,

"it'll fit hon, keep doing it..how'll you going to handle our dicks?" Toji whispered to your ear before he kissed your forehead. You nodded as you tried to relax your body, you drew your hand to your mouth to lubricate your hand so it'll be easier for you fist to glide thru,

"Good girl, keep doing it baby" Geto gave you a smug smirk as he tweaks your nipples, sucking it occasionally while he presses your rose toy deeper into your clit. Ryomen tucked your loose hair behind your ear. You bit your lower lips, "P- Please" you blurted out.

"Finish your words woman." Suguru sternly responded. "Please- hah!" you were cutted off when Suguru bit you left nipple,

"Please what, woman?"

"H-help me relieve my loneliness, by your c-cocks" you babbled.

"Should we comply to this poor woman's plea?" He asked, Toji and Ryomen, the two men gave you a teasing smirk, Toji lifted you up and laid you flat on your chest, on top of Ryomen facing his cock as he faces your pussy, "ass up" Toji said which you senselessly obeyed, he snapped his hips into your anal hole "mhmm!-" you jolted as he slowly picked up a pace, on the other hand, Ryomen is currently eating you out, spitting at your pussy only for him to suck his saliva back in his mouth, using his hand he spread your folds like damn book and thrusts his godly amazing tongue, he paused

"Honey, do you mind pleasing me?" you shook your head countless times due to the pleasure Ryomen and Toji is inflicting you.

You carefully guided your mouth to his cock

sucking it, gawking it up and down. Ryomen

chuckled sending vibrations to your clit , causing you to arch your back even more, you were a moaning mess, saliva drooling from your mouth, Suguru walked up infront of you

"Can you smile for the camera baby?, sending this to Satoru..gonna show him what he's missing", you paused from sucking Ryomen and looked up to the camera with your beautiful doe eyes and smiled widely, Suguru grabbed your hands and placed it to his cock which you understood and gave him a rub, he paused the recording and placed the phone down, sinful groans, moans and squelching sound filled Suguru's Condo "Sit up baby" Ryomen ordered, Toji pulled out and helped you sit up, you can barely feel your legs, you sat on top of Ryomen he slides his dick in your ass, as Suguru stood between your legs Suguru gave himself a few pumps before putting it in your pussy you loudly groaned "A-ahhgh!" Toji positioned himself beside you and grabbed your head onto his cock giving himself a deep throat, you can feel them twitching you knew that they were close as your pussy runs like waterfalls, spasming and squelching around their cocks. Make up completely ruined, Suguru grabbed his phone again and continued recording,

"B-baby,hngh-! look at the camera...Who's better, us or S-satoru?" you heard him asked as you struggled to babble and spit an answer due to the immense pleasure, "hgh-ah y-y-" you struggled "hmm?" he hummed teasing you. "YOU!" you spat "that's my girl" he smirked "All, a-all of you!" you added, "atta girl" Ryomen said as he quickened his pace, your tits, bouncing uncontrollably, you prepared your hips for your release,you were so close,

"Are you breaking up with him?" Ryomen asked

"Yes, ughh!"

"fuck" Suguru groaned, as he released thick white rope in you, painting your walls white,Ryomen also came after a few seconds, same as Toji.

"You heard her, she's breaking up with you." Toji chuckled as Suguru ended the recording, afterwards he sent it to Satoru.

Ryomen and Suguru pulled their dicks out of you, your pussy completely puffed,red and full of semen, Suguru focused the camera on your cunt that's currently oozing with tons of semen he spread out your folds and focused it on your entrance, clenching and spasming around nothing.

a/n: this took me 8 days to finish, I was procrastinating lmfaoo bye see ya!!🪼

#ryomen sukuna smut #sukuna ryomen x reader #geto x reader #suguru smut #toji fushiguro #toji smut #four #some #jjk #jjk smut #lol

[mythos-writes]

Olympian

Daniel Ricciardo x Gretzky! Reader

Plot: Daniel's girlfriend is an Olympian, but not in the sport that you may think... (This takes place at the end of the 2017 racing season + 2018 Winter Olympics)

Formula 1 Masterlist

Word Count: 2.1K

Warning: Swearing, Canadian slang, hockey terms, clueless Daniel and clueless drivers (except Lance)

It was the last race in Abu Dhabi. The long-awaited race was coming into place. Before the weekend started, they all decided to go out for a grid dinner at a restaurant. As the night went on, they started to talk about their winter break plans. Many go skiing in Europe, while others make stops at home to see family. 

“Danny, what are you going to get up to?” Max asked him. 

“I’m going to go home and visit the folks, and in February I’m going to PyeongChang,” he states, everyone’s eyes falling onto him. 

“Korea? What on Earth are you going there for?” Nicko asks, finishing off his Heineken.

Daniel and (Y/N) had decided very early on to keep a private and low-key relationship. With (Y/N) showing up to the Montreal and Austalia races and him going to her most important games. But he never really discussed his relationship with the young hockey star with the other drivers. They knew he was dating someone but they didn’t know who he was dating. Daniel wanted to gush about how his girlfriend is going to the Olympics and this would be the only time he would do it until they go full public with their relationship. 

“Isn’t that where the Olympics are this year?” Valtteri asks. This started to make many of the driver's mind race.

“Daniel, why are you going to the Olympics? Are you a super athlete and you never told us?” Seb asks in a joking way.

“Oh, I wish, but I’m more of a Summer athlete than a winter one. My girlfriend is taking part in the games and I’m going to support her,” he finally reveals. Many eyebrows were lifted at the revelation. 

“Oh? We didn’t even know she was an athlete. What sport does she play?” Lewis asks, him thinking he might make a change of plans to go also. 

“She’s playing for Team Canada’s women’s hockey team,” he states, catching the two Canadian driver’s attention. 

“What’s her name, I wonder if Stroll knows her,” Alsonso jokes, causing a couple of drivers to chuckle. 

“I don’t know if you would know her, but I would think you would know her father,” he says. 

“Oh yeah, and who would that be?” Lance asks, being a little cocky. 

“Wayne Gretzky,” he replies while taking a spit of his drink. Lance’s face fell like he was just told that his girlfriend was pregnant. 

“I think you broke him, mate,” Carlos says, waving a hand in front of the Canadian’s face. 

“You’re dating (Y/N) Gretzky?! As in Wayne Gretzky’s daughter,” Lance stresses, making sure he heard the Austrailian correctly. 

“Why are you so surprised that he is dating this person's daughter?” Pierre asks, not knowing much of anything about hockey. 

“Wayne Gretzky is one of the most famous hockey players of all time. He won 4 Stanley Cups, which is the trophy that the NHL plays for. He also broke every record set for points, goals, and assists. It's like him saying he is dating Pele's daughter!" he explains, blowing away many of the drivers. 

“If that is the case, how the hell did you two meet?” Seb asks the Austrailian. 

“They came to the Montreal Race a couple of years ago, and we ended up bumping into each other. We started talking and ended up exchanging numbers; the rest is history,” he explains.

“Wow, I didn’t know you had that much game,” Max says into his drink, earning a smack from the Australian. 

Race weekend came and went, and the travels of the drivers began. (Y/N) accompanied him to Australia to visit his family Australia, as a small vacation before all of her focus goes into the Olympics. It was one of the last days before she was going to fly back to Canada to get prepared for going to training camp. (Y/N) decided to take a step outside and enjoy the warm air.

As she sat on the deck, she was starting to feel the pressure that was being placed on her. She was ‘The Great Ones’ daughter, and Canada is a shoo-in to win gold this year. (Y/N) was so in her head that she didn’t hear the back door open, or notice someone sitting beside her. They pulled her into their body. Daniel’s cologne filled her nose, and she relaxed into his body.

“What’s going on in your head of yours?” he asked. She looked up at him a replied,” Everything.” Daniel lets out a breathy laugh, before placing a kiss on the crown of her head.

“Oh love, everything will work out in the end,” he replies.

“Yeah, I know, but what if people decide that I’m not as good enough? What if I can’t live up to the expectations of being Wayne Gretkzy’s daughter?” she spews out just some of the anxiety-filled questions. Daniel sat there for a moment, trying to formulate an answer. 

“Those are very common feelings to have. I know that these feelings are common for kids of sports stars,” he states while playing with her hair. “But do what I always say, Fuck ‘Em All.”

She looks up at him and smiles. “Thanks, Danny.” He leans down and kisses her lips. 

“Come on, let's get you back inside, it's starting to get cold out here,” he states, helping her up. 

“I love you, Danny,” “I love you too (Y/N/N)” he replies before placing a kiss against her lips. Before they could continue their moment, it was broken by a distinctive “EWWW” from a little boy. They turned to see Daniel's nephew standing at the slightly opened glass door. 

“Come here ya bugger,” Daniel says while he starts to chase the boy back inside, leaving (Y/N) behind, laughing at his antics.  

Time flew by, and before either of them knew it, they were in Korea for the fateful Olympics. Canada breezed through the round-robin rounds. They then fought their way through the quarters and semi-finals, leading them to the long-awaited finals. The United States of America vs. Canada. The well-known rivalry goes back decades. 

(Y/N) was listening to music while she was getting warmed up. A playlist that Daniel made for her. As she was stretching, her phone pings. She sees Daniel's picture pop up. It was a text. (Y/N) opens and smiles. 

DannyRic❤️

   You got this babe! Remember, Fuck Em All

“Awe, that’s so sweet!” a familiar French accent grounds her. She turns to see her friend Marie-Philip Poulin standing behind her.

“I see lover boy is taking the boyfriend role seriously today,” she states while sitting beside (Y/N).

“Yeah, he knows that I get in my head a lot when it comes to things like this,” (Y/N) states, fidgeting with her necklace that holds her hockey number and a little F1 charm. 

“You’ll do fine chérie. And if people start to question your skills, we’ll have your back to prove them wrong,” Marie-Philip says while wrapping an arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders.   

“Thanks, M.P. and I know that Danny would be beside you in that defence,” she says while returning the side hug. 

“Now, come on, the game is in 30min, let's start getting out gear on.” 

It was go time. (Y/N) had walked out onto this pad many times in the last two weeks, but tonight was different. It was for an Olympic gold medal. Marie-Philip Poulin was hyping the girls up, getting them ready to face the fierce rivals. As they skated out onto the International pad of ice, the cheers of Canadians and Americans shake the nerves a little. She looked up at the jumbotron and saw that the camera was on her dad. Daniel was sitting beside him, and they were talking. What shocked her was seeing some of the other drivers sitting beside them. 

Lewis Hamilton, Valtara Bottas, Max Verstappen, Sebastian Vettel, and Lance Stroll were sitting in the stands. They looked out of place, which made her laugh a little. She knew that if she had the TSN stream, the focus would be on her and her ‘cheer squad’. Sarah Nurse tapped her shins, getting her attention to set up for the start of the game. (Y/N) moved to the center ice for the face-off. 

As the game unfolds, the rivals play each other hard. There were hard hits and solid goals. (Y/N) scored one of the two goals for the Canadian team, and she could hear Daniel from the ice level. With the 110% effort that was brought by both teams, it lead them to a shootout. 

(Y/N) was the first shooter for Team Canada. She was getting ready to go, her nerves returning as a result. She looked up to where her squad was sitting and all she thought were Daniel's words to her. Fuck ‘Em All. She looked to the refs and gave them the nod, signalling to the refs that she was ready. The whistle blew, signalling for her to go. To (Y/N), it went deadly quiet. She blocked out all the fans, all the players yelling, everything. She skated down, went left to right, and then popped it over the blocker side of the US goalie. 

When the puck hit the back of the net, she tuned back in to hear the roar of the Canadian fans. She felt that all the weight is off her shoulders. Her work in getting Canada the win is done. But it wasn’t enough. The United States ended up getting the upper hand in the shootout and earning them the gold medal. (Y/N) felt defeated. She felt numb. 

They did the award ceremony, they consoled each other on the ice and in the changeroom. She would comfort them, just trying to be there for them. Her teammates would ask her how she was feeling and she would detour the questions. She got changed into some comfy, but still presentable, to walk out of the arena and back onto the bus to the Olympic Village. When they crawled off the bus, just wanting to get into their beds for the night, she saw Daniel and Wayne standing by the unloading spot. She gave them a small smile before walking into the open arms of her father. 

“I am so proud of you,” he says. Those words made her break. Tears started to fall and her body shakes in her father's arms. Daniel wanted to take her into his arms, but he knew that she needed it. 

“But we lost,” she murmured into her father's chest. Wayne moves her off him, so he can look at her properly. 

“It doesn’t matter that you won or lost. You went out there and showed the world how great you were. Unfortunately, shootouts are awful ways to end games, and they got the puck in more times. But you guys kept them in the game and made it such a great game. That’s what makes me proud of you,” Wayne praises. More tears fall on (Y/N)’s face, but now they were happy tears. 

“I love you, Dad,” she says, bringing him back into a big hug. “I love you to kiddo,” he replies while placing a kiss on her forehead. Reminders of when she would come off the ice upset from the game and Wayne comforting her exactly like this. 

“Now, I think someone is wanting to talk to you,” Wayne says while turning her to see a fidgety Daniel standing behind them. She giggles at his antics before thanking her dad again. Wayne walked off into the village, leaving the two love birds alone. Daniel opens his arms up, and (Y/N) falls into his arms quickly. 

“Sorry for not giving you guys the best performance,” she whispers against his Team Canada jacket. 

“Are you kidding, the boys first couldn’t believe that we were dating. Then they couldn’t believe that you had moves like this. Minus Stroll of course as you both are maple leaves,” Daniel states. Giggles erupt 

“If you’re up for it, the boys invited us to a restaurant just outside of the village and they would love to meet you. But if you’re not up for it, it is totally understandable and we can arrange something during the racing season,” he word dumps. 

“You know what, I’ve avoided meeting your fellow racers for this long, why not meet some of them properly,” she says with a smile. “And I could go for some good Korean food.” This causes Daniel to laugh. 

“Well, I’ll make sure Lewis pays then, come on,” he states while walking her towards the rental he got. 

(Y/N) felt disappointed that she didn’t get Canada the gold, but Daniel and her father made her feel that she wasn’t a failure, and she felt the most confident she had ever been.

#fanfiction #fanfic #formula 1 x you #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 #daniel ricciardo x you #daniel ricciardo one shot #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton fanfic

[the-crystal-one]

Nicest Kids in Town!

~Baltimore 1960~

The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, MotorMouth Maybelle was in her kitchen whipping up breakfast for the three lights of her life: Seaweed, Inez, and Sandra.

"Now I know y'all ain't still sleepin' , we got a big day ahead of us!" Maybelle called out as she began to set the table. Footsteps came from the backroom, all different patterns. The first being heavy but smooth, Seaweed appeared as dapper as usual and kissed his mother on the cheek. "Aw come on now mama, you know you can't rush perfection."

"Which is why she told you to hurry up." A higher voice came up behind him, Inez, the youngest. Seaweed turned his head to mock her and crouched, threatening to chase her.

"Now you two cut it out, Mama is tryin' to cook for y'all, sit down somewhere." A soft, musical voice came into the jumble of the kitchen. Sandra Stubbs, the oldest of the three sat in her usual spot while she watched her siblings follow suit. Maybelle sauntered over to her eldest and placed a kiss on her forehead. "Good mornin' suga, you gon' leave ya hair like that for the day?" She motioned to the robust head of hair, shaped into a puff that sat wide and proud on her daughter's shoulders. Sandra shook her head, sipping the previously placed water, "No ma'am. Don't you worry, I'll have it nice and laid down for you all nice for the show." You see, Sandra knew what to say to ease her mother's mind, but she was also at the age where she could express herself the way she wanted. She would leave her hair up and out for school, then quickly slick it back in an "acceptable" manner in time for their debut.

"Well, as long as you're sure, now you three eat up, the bus will be here in a little." Maybelle laid the plate of bacon, waffles and brown sugar oatmeal on the table.

~A couple of minutes later~

"And don't forget, the show starts at-" Maybelle started as her children entered the not so sturdy looking bus, "We know ma'!" The three exclaimed back as the doors closed. Upon entering, Seaweed was greeted by other boys with loud exclamations, slaps on the palm and pats on the back. Inez was greeted by other girls with squeals of excitement and heavy waves. Sandra was greeted by both females and males with the same phrase, "Hey Saucy!" or "Oh here comes Ms.Saucy!"

Sandra scoffed at them and waved them off, offering some waves here and there, knowing that they were all just having fun. "Saucy? Why Saucy?" Well, Sandra is one of the smoothest singers on the South side of Baltimore. Women and men alike could sit around her for hours on end, listening to her melodic voice hypnotize their troubles away. Her voice came out so smooth is was like silk- no, Sauce. Hence the name, Saucy.

Once they had finally arrived to school, each and every child filed out of the bus, entering the building from the backdoor. Sandra's mood went from Cloud Nine to rock bottom. She hated how they were all treated, just because of their skin. There wasn't much she could do but grin and bear it, as she did so she walked to class. But it wouldn't be in true Stubbs' fashion to walk into the dull place of learning without trying to liven up the moods of her literal and metaphorical brothers and sister. So what did she do?

"I've got sunshiiiiine, on a cloudy day~," She started as she practically floated down the hallway, "When it's cold outside,I've got the month of May,~" Seaweed turned his head away from his friends to see his sister, in her usual chipper mood, "Girl you betta stop." She grabbed the hand of her brother and began to dance with him, "Come on baby brother, sing witcha sister." She looked into his eyes and smiled widely. "Wh-...fine Fine! WeEELL! I guess you'd say What can make me feel this way?" He spun his sister in a circle and seemingly everyone's mood lifted up, but not higher than Sandra's.

"MY GIIIIIRL MY GIRL, MY GIRL!! TALKIN BOUT MYYYYY GIIIIIIRL." The hallway erupted with voices, on and off key, high and low.

Sandra did a small riff before hearing the school bell ring and released her brother, hip bumping him, "3:00 little brother." She stepped into a classroom only to be met with one of her teachers, "Ms.Stubbs, you are late, that is a detention." He began to write her a slip. "Oh Mr.Ichbad, I was just outside with my brother, we did have to walk all the way around to get to our door on account of-" He didn't speak another word, but he did manage to shove that slip into her hand. She had just started her day, not even sitting in her seat yet, and received a detention.

'Well...that's a way to start a Monday.' she thought to herself as she strolled back into the hallway, making her way to the detention room.

(ALLLL RIGHTY, TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!!!) ~Chapter 2~

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[musicmakesthemovie]

"What Was I Made For?" A Look into Barbie's Most Tear-jerking and Overplayed Song

[WARNING: Spoilers for Barbie ahead]

If you've been alive and conscious for the last few months, you've at least heard of Barbie if you aren't one of the people who's been decked out in pink to go see what could, arguably, be called the Movie of the Year.

Even if, by some miracle, you haven't seen Barbie, you've probably heard Billie Eilish's song "What Was I Made For", which plays a pivotal, emotional role in the film. And you've probably drawn your own conclusions about the song, whether you're a fan of Billie's or not.

If you know anything about Billie Eilish, you know that she is no stranger to airplay and TikTok fame, and her most played songs tend to be earworms, played repeatedly until you're ready to pull your hair out. We've all been there.

So, it wasn't shocking when a friend, after seeing Barbie, told me how much he despised the song. I mean, he absolutely loathed it. His argument was clear: "It doesn't fit with the movie! 'Don't tell my boyfriend, it's not what he's made for' totally undermines the entire plot!"

Initially, I nodded in agreement. I like Billie's music, but did it really fit with the movie? Like every weekly hyper fixation, this required a deep dive. I researched how Billie Eilish came up with the song and what it meant to her. To my surprise, I found that it resonated beautifully with the Barbie movie. Let's break down the lyrics before delving into the song's musical significance.

"'What was I made for?' is...it's Barbie's voice...it's your voice...it's anybody's voice" - Billie Eilish Jul. 13, 2023 (Interview with Zane Lowe on Apple Music)

The first verses are quite straightforward in their references. "I used to float, now I just fall down" alludes to Barbie's malfunctioning state, a central plot point in the movie. "Looked so alive, turns out I'm not real" reflects Barbie's mental conflict with realizing that she's just a toy; however, it could also be seen to reflect the other struggle Barbie faces: realizing that the real world is not the feminist, women-driven world she thought it was. Even as "Stereotypical Barbie," she senses that something's amiss. For her, it means that everything the other Barbies worked for has been lost. What's her purpose now? What was she made for?

Now, let's address the contentious line: "I'm sad again, don't tell my boyfriend, it's not what he's made for." At first glance, it seems like Barbie is concealing her sadness from her boyfriend as if she needs to put on a facade to shield him from distress. While this is partly true, there's a broader context that some miss. Barbie grapples with depression, a daunting experience for someone who has only known happiness. We've witnessed how it affects Barbie, both physically and mentally. In the film, Barbie lacks someone to confide in about her feelings, especially Ken, who's portrayed as having limited critical thinking skills. Barbie refrains from telling Ken because she understands he either wouldn't grasp it or wouldn't cope with the impact of her emotions. Thus, the song authentically mirrors Barbie's inner struggle to communicate her newfound feelings and her desire to protect others from her experience.

Another criticism my friend raised was that the music wasn't complex enough. The melody was too simple and the harmony was boring, etc. Here's where we delve into the technical side of the song, starting with the harmony or chord progression.

Firstly, Billie's song is originally composed in C major, one of the simplest keys due to its absence of flats or sharps, with a 4/4 time signature, making it rhythmically straightforward. The main progression comprises C-Em-F7, with an Am thrown in on the repeat of "What was I made for?" resulting in C-Em-F7-Am-Em-F7 until the beginning of the chorus, where the Dm and G chords are introduced.

So if we look at it as a numerical chord progression, it would look like this:

(verse) I-iii-IV7-vi-iii-IV7

and (chorus) ii-V-I-iii-IV

The most used chords in pop songs of a major key are I, V, vi, and IV.

So, what's the "iii" chord doing there? It's rarely used in recent pop music. The Beatles featured it in "Here, There And Everywhere," and Elton John in "Mona Lisas And Mad Hatters," but it's uncommon. When we think of common progressions, it's typically I-V-vi-IV.

What's intriguing is that the dominant (V) chord is only used 3 times in the entire piece, with the final one being the very last chord as a Dominant 7th chord, which, in itself, is such a cool choice. The "V" chord naturally gravitates back to the "I" chord, and the addition of the 7th intensifies this desire to return to the home chord, especially since the expectation has been set for it to revert to C major, as it did twice before in the song. Thematically speaking, this choice reflects Barbie's longing for answers and a purpose. The last chord leaves you aching for something more.

Up to this point, we have a harmonic progression that may not be groundbreaking, but it creates compelling tension. So, what about the melody?

Billie's sung melody is quite simple when looked at on its own. All of the notes are diatonic (within the key signature), and the most complex thing is the few leaps between notes that are present. However, when the simple melody combines with the harmony, that's where the magic happens.

The interplay between the melody and harmony is where much of the tension lies. Billie often sings notes that are "unstable" or not part of the chord playing in the harmony, even though the individual notes are diatonic to the key of C major. This adds complexity and tension to the song. When we hear these notes that don't quite harmonize with what's playing underneath, our ears long for something less discomforting, like the warmth and safety of the tonic chord. In this case, that mild discomfort is what gives the song its potency and relevance to the movie as a whole.

If you want to take a deeper dive into the music theory behind the song, I highly encourage this website to get you started!

Q&A: Do you have a song from a film that you feel strongly about, whether you love it or hate it? Share your thoughts and why it resonates with you.

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[evita-shelby]

Incantatrice

Chapter 14

(Also the result of the build-a-fic game, thanks for playing)

"He looks miserable, poor soul."

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Luca is not the same man as before.

He is colder, cruel and craving blood, Shelby blood to be specific.

He loves her still, but he is rougher and less tolerant of her games and the way her visions disagree with him and his plans.

Audrey is an unwelcome guest in their house ---making it feel too small despite having rooms for everyone--- where she begins to make Luca heed her every word.

The witch fights her for Luca’s attention, and she just knows she’s going to kill that fucking woman one of these days.

But then, out of the blue he surprises her with a romantic getaway for two to Paris while Audrey takes care of the children.

Rosalba is nearly a year old now and Leonardo nearly five, as much as Eva cried about leaving them, she can’t let her marriage with Luca slip from her fingers.

And it is a good decision, he is different away from that wretched woman’s desire for vengeance.

Vengeance Eva knows will be the death of him and every man that goes with them.

But Luca is as if nothing had changed in Paris.

Apologizes for neglecting her as of late and lets her do as she pleases. They are somehow like before, when he agreed to her strange whims because he knew it be fucking fantastic.

Luca has been very indulgent as of late.

He is hiding something, and she knows what it is.

The witch knows he is preparing for the vendetta even if he lies to her face about it.

The Changrettas in New York, the Battaglia from his mother’s side, some Terranova cousins he has been chummy with recently and even Matteo’s in-laws were getting involved in his vendetta.

“There is no fucking way you go to England without me, mi vida.” She said holding his ticket for a first-class cabin on a different ocean linear.

“I can risk the children losing both of us, Evuccia.” He tries to take the ticket back only for her to gracefully move out of his way the moment he bends slightly to distract her with his lips.

She could taste the Averna in his breath even after moving away from him.

“But you want me to be okay with losing you.” He goes high, she goes low.

“Eva.” He begins and cannot even make a better argument about it. “I have to do this; they came for my family and they will pay for it.”

They were kept under lock and key now, always armed, men keeping watch and moving with every step they took.

Even Spinietta could feel the dark shadow looming over them.

A vendetta was to the death of the last man or until some accord was had.

But Luca needed more than Thomas, Arthur and John dead.

Audrey wants them to make the Shelbys wish they had never crawled out of the hole they came from.

To kill the children and the women and anyone carrying Shelby blood.

“Take me with you. You always do better with me in your corner.”

Luca knew Eva was not one to fuck with, and yet every time she joins the game, she leaves him shocked.

“Yes, Mrs. Macmillan, I have heard so many things about Mr. Shelby. He is not a good man; I would not wish any child to grow up with the man who killed his real father.” Eva smirks as she plays the concerned mother to a woman unaware her only grandson had not a single drop of her blood.

Grace Shelby was something.

She wanted to break the rules for Shelby and yet left boots cleaner than any shoe shiner Luca knew.

She wanted Shelby and she had gotten him only for less than three months.

The man had waited for a standard two year mourning period for a husband she or he killed, the boy was given the dead man’s name to save face even if everyone and their dog knew the man shot blanks and now, would lose the boy because of his dead wife’s desperation to be accepted by her own people.

He had lost his family, Luca had mentioned to Eva and told her this was the best time to attack.

He still has one person he would do anything for, the witch had smirked as she drank from his liquor as they plotted.

Charles Thomas Macmillian would be spared from the vendetta only because in the eyes of the law, he is not Thomas’ son.

“He will be weaker by the time we arrive, mi amor. Nothing worse than knowing your own child will never be yours again.” Eva was good, he could admit that.

But she was the mother of his children, his wife, his woman.

If they killed her like they claim they killed the late Mrs. Shelby---

No, just the thought of that was enough to make him truly afraid.

She should be safe in New York, with the children and waiting for him to clear the way for their triumph.

Instead, she is here making a phone call before they leave Paris tomorrow, proving how much he needs her on his side.

“They will come after you, vita mia, I cannot lose you.” He continued to persuade her against joining him.

“They can try all they want, but even death is afraid of me, Luca.” She argued before leaving her red lips on the rim of his glass.

Next time they drink it, it will taste like Shelby blood.

They will make Thomas Shelby and his family a footnote in their history.

The next morning, they depart together for Liverpool.

“He looks miserable, poor soul.” Eva hides her blood-red smile after Mrs. Macmillan thanks her for giving her the courage to fight for her only grandchild.

“Poor he is not, and I doubt it he has any soul. Killed my Clive and then stole his boy.” The Irish American woman spat the mention of Thomas Shelby.

Won’t recover from that, publicly. Not him nor his dead wife ---whom Eva had the displeasure of meeting and humiliating in New York three years ago--- would ever be known as anything else as the man who killed Clive Macmillan and the woman who helped him cover it up.

A very fucking dumb mistake to let everyone believe sweet Charles was Clive’s offspring.

But very fortunate for her, the witch who wants to prevent unnecessary murders in this vendetta.

“I am so sorry, what was your name, dear?” the woman asks as they part ways.

Shelby will not know what hit him.

“Eva, Eva Changretta. My husband is the one you should thank, his late brother was a victim of Mr. Shelby, you see, my late brother-in-law wanted to marry his secretary only to find out she is his mistress. Poor Grace must have been so afraid of him.” The witch lies and the woman eats it all up.

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[missvelvetsstuff]

Low Expectations

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Reader has low self esteem when she meets Bucky. Can he convince her that she's the one he wants?

Chapter 6

Warnings: swearing, angst, sexual situations and thoughts

Notes: I just keep writing and writing. This should have been 1.5 chapters but we'll just call the extra .5 a bonus for taking so long to update. Sorry!

Y/N woke up in a pool of sweat and breathing heavily from the dream she was having about Bucky. She shook her head, she wouldn't last very long waiting for sex if her mind and body kept rebelling like this. She pulled out her favorite toy and tried to get off but couldn't finish. Nothing worked the toy, her fingers, she even tried humping her pillow but all she got was frustrated.

Throwing the pillow across her bedroom, she gave up on the idea of sleep or getting off, got up and took a cold shower, she would have to let Bucky know he wasn't the only one. Thinking about him made it worse and the shower didn't help. She saw it was 4am and sighed, annoyed at being up so early on a Sunday. She was tempted to text Bucky, knowing a bit about his nightmares and challenges getting a decent nights sleep, but refrained because she didn't want to come across like a horny teenager. She turned on her tv and looked for something to distract herself only to find nothing and turn it off again. She played on her phone until the sun came up and she had to get up and do her shopping for the week.

Bucky didn't fare any better tossing and turning with short bouts of sleep plagued by erotic dreams about Y/N that turned bad and woke him with his heart racing.

They went on like this for weeks. Talking on the phone, dates, making out until one of them pulled back and they said good night. Bucky was determined to respect her decision to wait but he had never wanted anyone so badly. Just being in her presence made his body light up like a Christmas tree. The closer they got the more difficult it was to stop before he showed her how beautiful and sexy he found her. Cold showers and his hand were a poor substitute but he knew he had to wait. He didn't want her to feel like sex was all he cared about after what she had told him about her experiences.

One Saturday night he planned to take her her for a nice dinner and a show. Y/N bought a new dress and had her hair and nails done. She also bought lingerie to go with the dress including a corset with garter belt and silk nylons in an attempt to copy the styles from the 40's. It had been a couple of months and she was done waiting, she needed him and planned on showing him tonight. There were still fears of rejection especially once he saw her without clothes, the stretch marks, not even close to six pack and less than perfect tits but she pushed those thoughts down, reminding herself of how his eyes always darkened when he looked at her.

That morning, Bucky was cleaning his apartment before their date, which didn't take long since he didn't have much. He picked up his bedding and pillow from the floor then made his new bed up with new pillows, sheets and comforter set. It wasn't fancy but he did spring for the softer cotton and higher thread count, on the salesman's advice. Didn't want Y/N on scratchy sheets and he wanted to look as normal as possible. He had a drawer full of condoms and bought a key lime pie since she told him it was her favorite. He had a coffee maker, coffee, creamer and sugar in case she stayed the night. He really hoped she would stay the night.  He also had eggs, bread and bacon for breakfast.

Bucky had body issues as well. Y/N had completely accepted his vibranium arm after spending some time carefully checking it out but she hadn't seen the scars and he was afraid she would be disgusted with his body that had been through so much. He hoped she was as good as she seemed and didn't care. He had been with a couple of women but they were just hero groupies who wanted to say they slept with an Avenger, even if he never actually was one. He noticed most of them never touched his arm or scar covered shoulder, they just ignored them to get on with things. Those women never wanted to trade phone numbers or stay for breakfast. They simply got what they were after, not that he didn't enjoy the act too, and left or asked him to leave shortly after.

They were both full of nerves when he knocked on her door at the beginning of the evening but Bucky was blown away with her 40s style dress and hair.

"Damn doll" he whistled as he looked her up and down "You look gorgeous. I mean not that you don't always look great but that dress. I just-"

She chuckled "It's ok, Buck. You look pretty spiffy yourself."

Bucky smiled and blushed "Thank you, sweetheart. I have something here for you" instead of a bouquet he pulled a corsage with red roses and baby's breath out and slid it onto her wrist. He kissed her hand and offered his arm for her to hold.

They took a cab to an early dinner and then walked to the theater. Y/N giggled "Rogers: The Musical? Won't it be weird since you know all of the real people?"

Bucky shrugged "I was still under Hydra control during the battle of New York and didn't really know any of them well besides Steve and Nat. The producers contacted me and were pretty insistent on giving me tickets to see it. I hope it's ok." He smiled at her nervously.

"Of course it's ok, I like musicals thanks to my dad, Camelot is my favorite. I'm sure it's good if not perfectly accurate. No one sees a musical for historical accuracy. I'm just happy spending time with you." She squeezed his arm and smiled back.

The play was.....interesting. Y/N remembered the battle but since she lived in Brooklyn only saw tv footage and the aliens from a distance. She and Terri had considered getting out of town at the time but the roads were a mess and aliens unpredictable so they just hunkered down until the fight was over. She giggled at the over the top dance and acrobatic moves that were made to look like fighting.

When it was over they walked back to his apartment, laughing and joking at how silly some of the play had been. Bucky tried to keep his mood light but the play made him miss Steve all over again. How could he expect a woman he had only met a couple of months ago to stay and deal with his baggage when his childhood friend wouldn't?

Both of them were too wrapped up in each other to notice that a couple of paparazzi had seen the Winter Soldier with an unknown woman on his arm and were following them.

As they waited for the elevator his phone rang and he quickly rejected the call. Bucky pulled Y/N close to him, kissing all over her face until he reached her lips. He nipped at her bottom lip until she looked up at him with half closed eyes and swollen lips. He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her even closer until their lips met and he groaned. He licked into her mouth and deepend the kiss, the taste and feel of her waking his entire body. She wrapped her arms around his neck and ran her fingers through his hair, tugging gently.

When the elevator door opened he gently picked her up and moved her inside, he spent the ride up kissing her like he wanted to devour her. When they got to his floor he pulled away, breathing heavily and carried her to his front door.

"You're making me crazy, doll. I need to feel you-"

She nodded and moaned "Please James. I need you too. I don't want to wait anymore."

His knees buckled when he realized what she was saying. He leaned against her into the wall "Are you sure? I don't want to rush you"

She leaned back into him "I'm sure" and before he could say anything else she wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried her into his bedroom before gently setting her down. His phone rang and he quickly rejected the call again without even looking.

She smiled softly at him "I could use some help with my zipper" and he pulled her close so he could reach back and unzip her dress. She looked at him shyly as she let her dress fall to the ground, leaving her in her corset, silk stockings and pumps.

He stepped back to look at her and groaned deep in his chest "Jesus doll. You are the sexiest pin up I have ever seen, like a fuckin dream. Sit back"

She sat down and slid up to the head of the bed while Bucky stared, practically tearing his own clothes off in record time. When he was down to just his briefs he started crawling up the bed. Then his phone rang again, he snorted in disgust found it in his pants and turned it off, tossing it over his shoulder.

He took off her shoes and kissed his way up her legs until he was able to unclip her stockings and roll them down one leg at a time. He lay down over her kissing her like his life depended on it, holding himself up with his left arm and letting his right hand roam all over her until they were both ready to explode. He reached for her thong and before he could start pulling it down, he heard someone pounding on his front door.

Bucky looked towards the door angrily and decided to ignore it, hooking his thumbs into her panties when there was more pounding on the door "Sargent Barnes?! It's Torres, Sam tried to call you but he needs help. It's urgent"

Bucky growled and Y/N clenched her thighs together at the vibration. He grinned at her response, taking a moment to inhale, scenting her before leaning in to kiss her again.

More knocking on the door "I'm sorry Sargeant but he really needs you."

Bucky pulled away "Fuck! Don't move doll I'll be right back." Grabbed a robe and stomped to the door, wrenching it open before Torres could knock again. Joaquin looked at him, eyes wide with fear and backed up.

"What the fuck do you want Torres? I'm a little busy right now."

Torres stammered "I I I'm sorry. Sam said he needs you right away. I uh I'm not supposed to take no for an answer."

Bucky growled "Fine! I'll meet him at-"

Torres backed up even more "N n no, he, he, he said to wait for you."

Bucky glared at him "Wait here!" And slammed the door.

He stalked back into his room where Y/N was still spread out on his bed like the most tempting dessert he had ever seen.

He groaned "Fuck I'm so sorry doll but apparently Sam needs me and I have to go." He sat on the side of the bed and pulled her into him, kissing her softly until he forced himself to pull away. "I don't want to go. Fuck, got you right where I need you and I don't know if I can leave you like-" more knocking on the door. He quickly stood and started getting dressed.

Y/N pulled the comforter up over herself, watching him "I guess I should-"

"No doll. Please stay. It's too late for you to be out there alone. You can stay as long as you want, borrow something comfortable to sleep in. Make yourself at home and I'll let you know as soon as I know what's going on." He sat and kissed her again until Torres started knocking.

He cursed "Persistent little fucker. I'm so sorry honey." And he stomped out of the apartment, glaring at Torres.

Y/N got up and looked out the window to see him get into a black car with Torres. She didn't see the photographer in the shadows.

She sighed when the car drove off and closed the blind. Looking around she tried to figure out what to do when her phone buzzed. It was a text from Bucky

I mean it, stay until morning. Or forever.

Y/N shook her head and decided to listen so started looking in his dresser for a shirt to sleep in. It was practically empty a drawer with socks and underwear, one with one stack of black tshirts and one stack of white and one with 2 pairs of black pants plus 3 more drawers that were completely empty. She took off the corset, hung her dress up and put a tshirt on. Once she took her make-up off she climbed into Bucky's bed, snuggling into the soft sheets and fell asleep surrounded by his scent.

Bucky spent the night on a military cargo plane headed to Australia. Unable to sleep due to the untimely interruption and lingering desires, no cell service while in the air so he alternated between daydreaming about Y/N in his clothes, in his bed and then talking himself down before he made a mess in his pants. He hoped that she would still be there when he returned but it seemed unlikely he'd be home that quickly so he'd be happy with her lingering scent and hoped she wouldn't write him off considering this was the second time work with Sam interrupted their time together.

Y/N woke up moaning amid a wet dream induced orgasm and sat up confused over the strange room. After the haze cleared she grimaced at the wet spot under her. She couldn't just leave that for Bucky to find, how embarrassing, but she didn't see a washer and dryer in his apartment and she didn't have his key to get in and out of the building or into the laundry room. She got dressed and paced around in a panic before her phone rang. Terri was freaking out because she had broken a tooth and couldn't find the emergency credit card they kept in the apartment.

Y/N completely forgot about the wet spot and raced home to help Terri. Once again not noticing the photographer who snapped her picture as she left Bucky's building.

Once Y/N had taken care of Terri, who insisted on being knocked out at the dentist, and set her up in bed with some water she sat down to relax. She had a snack and walked to the corner store to pick up food for the week. She spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning and doing laundry.

While she was waiting for the last load in the dryer she was checking her social media when she saw received a bunch of notifications. She had been tagged in some pictures on a gossip page, unclear pics of her leaving Bucky's building. Sheila from work asking 'is this u?'

Y/N shook her head. There were pictures of her with Bucky outside of the theatre as well. The headline speculating about the Winter Soldiers mysterious lady friend. The comments a typical mix of supportive fans and hateful creeps. She scrolled down and gasped when she saw pictures of her in her corset, looking out Bucky's apartment window. It's dark and hard to make her face out but still, she shivers. She wasn't thrilled but figured it came with dating someone famous. Or infamous really.

After 4 days without contact Y/N was feeling pretty glum again. She felt like they took 2 steps back for every one forward. Terri tried to convince her to relax and reasoned that this was part of dating an almost Avenger. Y/N just tried to keep herself busy. 2 more days was Saturday and she was home relaxing watching tmz and saw something about Captain America so she turned up the volume. She could see Bucky off to the side looking uncomfortable with a short, dark haired woman in business clothes fawning over him. She saw he looked tired and his jacket was torn up. She sighed and went to change the channel when she heard the announcer speculating "Sargent Barnes looks like he's making friends with the senators aide. She looks too short to be his mystery lady from last weekend, he must be a player" her stomach dropped and she turned the tv off. She looked at the corsage that she had hung up to dry and tried to shake off the sadness and convince herself to ignore gossip hosts and to believe that Bucky would call her soon.

@jesuisbenny

Bucky finally made it back to his apartment late Sunday night. As he unlocked the door he imagined that Y/N was still there, waiting for him, and looked around but the place was empty. He looked around again because he could smell her but she wasn't there. He went thru his room towards the bathroom but stopped by the bed and sniffed. It was like she was right there, in the middle of his bed. He pulled the sheets back and her scent almost knocked him over. He could see the spot she left, stuck his face into it and groaned before heading to take a shower, promising himself he would text her in the morning.

Chapter 7

@lokisasgardianvampirequeen

@jennyamanda8

@geeky-politics-46

@vicmc624

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes #james bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #angst #angst with a happy ending #low expectations

[writingkitten]

Ricardo Morales x Reader: Helping Karina

What did I do instead of sleeping? I wrote this fucking thing!

Warnings: teenager in dangerous situation, implied underage drinking, implied (kinda) drug use, rich guys who think they can get away with anything, righteous violence, a little bit of blood

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You and Ricardo had moved in together a few months back. It was something he’d wanted for awhile — after the first date, he laid in bed trying to think of “totally-not-weird” ways to bring it up to you. By sunrise all he had to show for his racing thoughts were dark circles under his eyes and the conclusion that he should probably wait. He held out for a year, but couldn’t take it anymore after that. He’d asked you on your one anniversary. Ricardo had taken you to a spot that overlooked all of Los Angeles, music playing softly from the car radio as you both sat on the hood, eating takeout and drinking cheap wine straight from the bottle. Just the slightest bit buzzed, he handed you the key to his house, and asked you to make it his home.

Now, there you both were, cleaning up after having dinner, that same wine having been sipped from glasses out of his kitchen cabinet. Your kitchen cabinet. You’re washing off the dishes, handing them off to Ricardo for him to dry and put away. He had his back to you, still wearing his work clothes, minus the jacket and the sleeves rolled up. He purposefully kept his leather holsters on, knowing how much they turned you on. He was in the teasing mood.

You and Ricardo spoke quietly to each other, talking about whatever came to mind, just wanting to hear each other’s voices. At the end of a long day, hearing Ricardo speak had the same effect on you as taking a muscle relaxer. You could feel the tension in your body slowly unwind with each syllable that passed through his beautiful lips. Your voice had the same effect on him. He hasn’t told you yet, but he keeps all of the voicemails you’ve left him, even the most mundane ones, just so he could play one and listen to it when particularly stressed at work.

Ricardo was sorting the silverware, putting them away in the correct drawer when your phone started buzzing next to you. The name “Karina” illuminated the screen.

You had met Karina a little less than a month into your relationship with Ricardo. His little girl — 16 years old, but nonetheless — was the most important person in his life, and he wanted you — the woman who had quickly become equally as important — to meet her. It was almost like taking you to meet his parents, if he were still a teenager; he wanted Karina’s approval.

He didn’t get it. When she saw you, a woman significantly younger than her father, not even ten years older than herself, she was outraged. She could never pinpoint exactly why; surely part of it was the stereotype of young women taking advantage of older men, as well as the slight creepiness of her father dating someone so much younger than him (a feeling ingrained in her by societal standards, and amplified by her mother’s reaction to the news). The night you two met, she had texted a friend to come pick her up from the restaurant and made up an excuse about having to study for an exam. You and Ricardo both saw through the lie, but let her go anyways.

That night was the only time you’d seen Ricardo cry, him leaning against the bathroom sink in his white undershirt and boxers, head hung low. You didn’t want to directly bring it up to him, knowing he’d try to say he was fine, so instead you forced yourself into being the big spoon, much to Ricardo’s confusion but also happiness.

Since then, you’d seen Karina a handful of times, each encounter with her being curt and tense. You never held any hard feelings towards her, though. How could you? She was Ricardo’s daughter, a part of him and his life that you were more than willing to accept. But no matter how hard you tried to befriend Karina and show her how much you truly loved her father, she never believed you.

Needless to say, the fact that she was calling you now was a little more than surprising.

The phone only rang buzzed twice before you answered.

“Hey,” you said cheerfully, holding the phone to your ear with your shoulder as you rinsed the soap off of your hands. Ricardo glanced over his shoulder at you, but didn’t pay much mind.

A broken sob cracked through the phone, “Y/n, I-I need you to come pick me up.”

Your stomach immediately sank to the floor as your heard the desperation in Karina’s voice. You looked back at Ricardo, who was still busy putting away dishes, unaware of who was on the phone or the state that she was in.

“What’s wrong? What’s going on?” you asked quickly, stepping out of the kitchen. Those words, along with the clear concern in your voice, caught Ricardo’s attention, and he kept an eye on you as he finished cleaning up.

“I… I drank some alcohol, a-and these guys keep trying to touch me-“

“Where are you?” you ask, pacing the living room.

“I’m at a party… it’s at this abandoned house, in West Adams- please don’t tell my dad! He’d kill me if he knew I was here and I tried to call my mom but she isn’t answering and all my friends are either h-here or not answering their texts or too scared to come-“

“What’s the address?”

Ricardo comes up to you, drying off his hands with a dish towel, his brows furrowed. Your eyes meet his, and he sees slight panic in his eyes, along with something else he doesn’t quite recognize.

“I-I don’t know,” Karina stutters. You hear loud banging on the other end of the call, and Karina yelps, “Y/n, please, I need your help!”

You push past Ricardo, grabbing your keys off of the table by your front door. Ricardo follows quickly on your heels.

“Okay, get somewhere safe, away from those guys.”

“I’ve locked myself in the bathroom, but they’re right outside the door,” more loud bangs are heard, “Please hurry! I don’t know how long this lock will hold…”

“Listen to me, okay? Sit down on the ground and lean all your weight against the door. If there’s another way to secure it, do that, too. I’m on my way, just hold tight.”

“Okay… I don’t have much battery left…”

“That’s okay, just hang up, and if your phone gets to one percent and I’m still not there yet, use the last of that last little bit to call the police. I’d rather you be…” you quickly glance at Ricardo before continuing, “…arrested than hurt.”

“O-okay, Y/n,” another set of loud bangs, accompanied by a cracking sound and shouts, cause Karina to sob even harder, “Hurry!”

With that, the call ends. As soon as you pull the phone away from your ear, Ricardo is practically interrogating you.

“What’s happening? Who was that?”

You look in his eyes and see the fierce, protective warrior in him on the precipice of breaking free.

“Trinity, my friend, she went to this party and it’s a little too sketchy. She needs a ride home.”

“Where is she? Why would she get arrested? Did she take drugs or something-“

“Rick, I need to go,” you say, opening the front door.

He goes to grab his jacket that hangs by the front door, “I’m coming with you.”

“No,” you practically shout, your firm tone catching Ricardo off guard, “I love you, and I know you’re trying to help, but bringing my detective boyfriend would just escalate everything.”

“Y/n-“

“I’m leaving, you’re staying,” you say with a finality that leaves him glued to the spot as you walk out the door.

The crisp night air is pleasant against your skin, which burns with adrenaline. You get in your car, backing out of the driveway and speeding off down the road. You spare a glance at your home as you go, and spot Ricardo watching you from one of the front windows. Even from a distant, his worry is clear.

You make your way across town, running red lights where you could, accepting the fact that you’ll probably get a few traffic tickets in the mail. You don’t turn on the radio, but instead of silence your ears are filled with the rushing of blood. Turning onto the highway, you realize that, despite the situation, you feel no fear. Not for yourself, anyways. You fear for Karina, and, by extension, Ricardo. If anything were to happen to her… God, you don’t even want to think about that. Devastation is a puny, pathetic little worm of a word compared to what he’d feel.

You can’t let him get hurt. You can’t let them get hurt.

The focused scowl on your face is only broken by a tear running down your cheek as you realize that your feelings aren’t just about Ricardo. No, you’d never had a good relationship with Karina, but your heart would break if she was harmed.

‘Oh God,’ you think, ‘Is this my motherly instinct kicking in?’

“Y/n, you don’t want kids. You don’t. Want. Kids.”

You’re going over 100mph on the highway, passing cars left and right. Some drivers honk at you or flip you off. You grind your teeth, wanting to scream at them to fuck off, to say that the last thing you need — or care about — is their ire.

You get off the highway and start navigating through the outer streets of West Adams. The streetlights grow scarce and the homes become far more dilapidated the deeper you go. A speech comes to mind, one you’ve heard from Ricardo more times than you can count. You can practically hear his voice raging about the socioeconomic impact against minorities, how racial prejudice and the lack of proper public education, amongst so many other things, were the reasons areas like this existed. You always admired the outrage evident in the clench of his jaw and tightening of his fists. You huff in bitter amusement thinking about it.

‘My woke king.’

As you get into the heart of West Adams, you begin to hear a dull thudding sound. For a moment, you think your ears are playing tricks on you, but you roll down the window just enough for the sound to become clearer. Somewhere nearby, loud music blasts through cheap speakers.

You follow the sound, each beat getting louder as you get closer. At this point, it seems like the area around you is completely abandoned, save for the rhythm that vibrates through the air. You turn down a cracked and worn road, and bright pulsing lights radiates from a house at the end of the cul-de-sac. The place is clearly packed, if the overflow of people on the front lawn is anything to go by. You pull up on the grass, forcing partygoers out of the way as you get as close to the front door as possible. You quickly get out of your car, ignoring the people drunkenly yelling at you.

When you enter the house, the heavy reek of weed hits you, making you feel as if you’d already gotten a contact high from such a brief breath. You squeeze through the crowd, dozens of sweaty bodies shoved together in the small living room — or what you think is a living room. The inner walls of the house are crumbling, holes are scattered throughout the ceiling (and you’re sure you can hear even more people in the attic… who will probably fall through to the ground floor at any moment). Mold grows in every corner of the room, and when you see it, you realize that part of the darkness you smell comes from that.

‘Shitty place for a party…’

You make your way to the entrance of a small hallway, where the crowd somewhat thins out, though not by much. You see a group of four guys, all clean cut and freshly shaven, smoking cigarettes as they stalk around a closed door. They scream ‘Daddy’s money’, and you know that Karina is behind that door.

Shoving past the people in your way, you get to the bathroom, your eyes raging as you make eye contact with each of the guys.

“A little old for a party, aren’t you?” one of them huffs out, the smell of menthol and nicotine rolling off his tongue.

‘I’m 24, you fuck,’ you think, but don’t say anything. You push past him, nearly pressing your face into the door.

“K, it’s me,” you shout over the music, using her first initial just in case these rich scumbags don’t know her name. You’ll be damned if you give them any information that could help them track Karina down.

“Y/n?” she barely croaks out.

“Yeah, sweetie, I’m here. It’s okay to come out.”

“You her mom?” a different scumbag asks, blowing a thick cloud of smoke directly into your face.

You ignore him as the door barely opens. Karina peaks out from the crack. She looks rough, with mascara running down her face, her eyes swollen and puffy, and hair completely disheveled. When Karina sees it really is you, she opens the door just enough for you to reach your arm in. You wrap it around her shoulders, clinging tightly to her and pulling her out of the bathroom. She stumbles a bit, clearly having more alcohol than she had let on.

“Come on, we’re leaving,” you say, a threatening edge to your voice.

“Oh c’mon, baby girl, you don’t have to take her away so soon!”

You wince at the name he just used. That was a name you only let Ricardo use. Not even any of your previous lovers were allowed to call you that, but the way Ricardo said it made you swoon. Hearing it from one of those disgusting pigs felt like a knife twisting in your stomach. The ice was thin. If even a feather landed on it, the whole thing would crack.

Pulling Karina with you, you force your way back into the living room and out the door. The fresh air, though still somewhat thick with weed, was a relief on your lungs, and you quickly realized that you were, in fact, the slightest bit buzzed. No doubt Karina was, too.

You quickly threw her in the passenger seat, not in anger at her but to prevent anyone having any access to her longer than necessary. When you turn, however, you’re face-to-face four rich guys. They stare at you predatorily, disgustingly smug grins wiped across their mouths.

“You’re too young to be her mom,” the guy who first spoke to you says.

‘Really? Too old for a party, too young to be the mom?’

“Unless…” his grin turns into a toothy smile, “…you got an early start. Why don’t you open those pretty legs for us and we’ll-“

A jaw-cracking punch knocks the guy to the ground, blood quickly running from his open mouth. You shake your hand, knowing your knuckles will be bruised by dawn.

The other three guys quickly turn to help their friend back up, and you take the opportunity to sprint to the driver’s side. You throw the car in reverse, and are racing out of the cul-de-sac before they get him on his feet.

The first couple minutes are silent, save for the deep breaths both you and Karina take. Whereas you were steady before, now you have to keep both hands clutched to the wheel to stop them from shaking. Karina is less capable of hiding her trembles.

As the moments pass, you suddenly realize something.

“Um, where… where do you want me to take you?” you ask quietly.

Karina looks over at you, and from the quick glance you take, you see her eyes are red and glassy.

“You… you can take me to my mom’s place.”

“…Is she home?”

Karina pauses, then shakes her head.

You sigh, “Look, Karina, I’ll be totally honest with you. Even if your mom was home, I wouldn’t feel comfortable leaving you there.”

“Where else am I gonna go?”

“Home, with me.”

Karina’s eyes widen, “No, I can’t! My dad will know something’s up, I can’t let him find out about this!”

“Hey, chill,” you say reassuringly, “We’ll come up with a lie to tell him, okay? I don’t like lying to your dad… but I’ll make an exception.”

“It better be a pretty good lie. You know how he is…”

There’s a lull in the conversation. The blood rushing in your ears has subsided, and the quiet hum of the engine calms your frantic heart.

“…Thank you.”

Karina speaks so quietly, you almost think you imagined it. You come to a stop light, and look over at her. Her eyes dart from you to her feet.

“Karina, I’ve got your back. You can always count on me, alright?”

She nods, rubbing the sleeve of her shirt against her eyes. The mascara smears even more, making her look somewhat like a raccoon.

The light turns green, and you drive a few blocks before stopping at a fast food place. You park the car and start digging through the glovebox. The distinct noise of crumpling plastic is heard as you pull out a pack of wipes.

“Look at me,” you say gently.

Karina turns to face you, and you carefully wipe the wet cloth across her cheeks.

“I don’t wear makeup, so I don’t tend to keep makeup wipes around,” you say with a slight laugh, “but this should get most of it off.”

Karina stares at you wide-eyed as your clean the messy makeup off her face. When it’s all removed, you pull back to take her face in. Without the mascara and foundation, she looks more like the girl you see Ricardo looking at in his wallet. Innocent, sweet, naive to all the harsh realities of life. Your heart clenches when you think that she was in a place as dangerous as that party. God knows, you wouldn’t be surprised if Ricardo ended up having to investigate an overdose or something out there.

You put the wipes away and lean back in your seat, taking a moment to close your eyes and clear your head. You have to come up with a cover story, an explanation for why you went to save your friend and returned with a tipsy, weed-scented Karina.

“Listen,” you start slowly, “I’m gonna go through drive-thru and order you some tea.”

You look over at her, and smile softly, “We’ll go over the story on the way home. Sound good?”

Karina gives you the smallest smile, and nods.

“Good. Now,” you say, throwing the car into reverse, “how do you take your tea?”

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You walk through the front door of your home, Karina right behind you. Once the door is shut and locked, you feel the night catch up with you, a pounding headache hitting you like a ton of bricks.

Ricardo is sitting on the couch, still in his work clothes. When he sees you two come in, his face lights up in happiness, which quickly twists into confusion.

“Karina,” he says, standing up and coming to you both, “what’re you doing here?”

Karina opens her mouth to speak, but quickly stops when she sees Ricardo sniff the air. He leans closer to her, sniffing again, then straightens. A thick eyebrow is raised as his eyes take on a very serious glare.

“Why do you smell like pot?”

“She and her friends went out to grab a bite,” you say, and Ricardo’s eyes go to yours, “There were some weird guys smoking weed near them. After I picked Trinity up, we stopped by the same restaurant to get her some water, and I bumped into Karina. She was kinda uncomfortable because of the guys, but didn’t want to flake out on her friends. So, I said I was there to pick her up.”

Ricardo hums, looking back at Karina, “You’re supposed to be staying with your mother. Why didn’t you go back there?”

Karina looks nervously at the ground, and shrugs, “You know how mom is. And after being around those… guys… I just felt safer coming her.”

Ricardo’s gaze softens, and he pulls his daughter into a tight hug.

“You always have a safe place here, Karina,” he says, kissing the top of her head as he squeezes her tightly.

When he lets go, Ricardo glances over at you. His eyes quickly go over your body, pausing briefly at your bruised and swollen knuckles.

“Come on,” he says, turning back to Karina, “go get a shower. Wash the stench off and then go get some sleep. I’ll make your favorite breakfast in the morning.”

Karina smiles brightly at him, then flashes the same look at you. Your taken aback when you see genuine appreciation and, dare you say, a hint of admiration in her eyes. Karina quickly disappears down the hall, going into the bathroom. She shuts the door, and you sigh in relief as it clicks in place not out of fear, but out of privacy.

“So,” Ricardo starts, and you turn to him. Your breath catches in your throat when you sees his serious glare has returned, the full force of it now directed at you. “You must’ve been at the restaurant awhile. You also reek of weed.”

You shrug, “The shit clings to you.”

Ricardo takes a step forward, closing the gap between you two. Your chests and stomachs touch in such close proximity, and one of his large hands comes up to gently run through your hair. In an instant you feel yourself being sent into sub-space, and, at the moment, that is very dangerous territory.

“I know the truth,” he says softly, “I followed you to West Adams.”

You look down, your eyes starting to sting as your vision blurs.

“Ricardo, I am so sorry…” you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

He gently tugs the hair at the back of your head, forcing you to look him in the eyes, “Why did you lie to me?”

Your lips tremble, “Karina was already so scared… I just… I needed to help her…”

“We could’ve helped her. Together.”

You close your eyes, “I know. She just really didn’t want you to know where she was. Ricardo, she’s gone through enough tonight. She learned her lesson-“

His lips interrupt you, kissing with such a soft tenderness that you feel butterflies in your stomach. You barely move, only allowing your lips to dance with his as you relinquish control to him. Only when his lungs ache for air does he pull away, and despite your own chest burning for oxygen, you chase his lips for more. He grips your hair tighter, stopping you from moving forward.

When you open your eyes again, you see the kindest love in his eyes, and a gratefulness that you’ve only seen victims give him after a criminal has been arrested or convicted. You’ve never seen that same depth of gratitude expressed by your detective.

“This… this is why it didn’t work out between Karina’s mother and I,” he says, petting the back of your head, “She wasn’t willing to risk her own safety for that of Karina’s. And yet here you are, throwing yourself in harms way.”

“Rick…”

“It was stupid,” he says firmly, “and if something like this happens again, I want you to tell me the truth. Alright?”

You nod, “As long… as long as you don’t beat a dead horse, and get mad at Karina when the experience was bad enough.”

Ricardo leans forward and kisses you again, this time more ardently.

“You’re gonna make a wonderful mom,” he says, his lips brushing against yours as he speaks.

#ricardo morales #law and order los angeles #Alfred Molina #Ricardo morales x reader

[ronaldofandom]

A Love Eternal / Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna

Chapter 6 is up, guys. No warnings.

Summary: This is love and longing and feels and fluff and more love. Key dynamics are Sita-Jenny, Bheem-Jenny, and Malli-Jenny.

Hope you feel the love!

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Chapter 6

(Links to Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 7, Ch 8, Ch 9, Ch 10 , Ch 11)

Three days had passed. Three very long days. The two men were supposed to return tonight, and the two women were palpably thrilled.

Today was also the day of the festival of nature spirits, as Sita had explained to Jenny. The villagers had gathered in the village square (which was basically a decent-sized clearing in the center of all huts) and were thanking natural forces like mountain spirits, river spirits, and animal spirits for their nourishment and care. The modest feast was a combination of everyday food plus some desserts - which were a luxury for them and were only prepared for special occasions. They were singing their folk songs, along with some makeshift percussion instruments like drums. All the while mindful of the surroundings - they kept the volume decently low so as not to disturb the peace of the forest. Jenny was amazed by their simplicity and wisdom every day. Most city people - whether in India or England - lacked the basic decency and etiquette that these tribals possessed. She wondered why the city people were considered more civilized and intellectual - it actually should have been the other way around. She was deep in thought and didn’t realize when Sita sat down next to her.

‘They will be back anytime now. You will see him soon. And he will love the surprise.’ 

Jenny broke from her trance-like state and saw her friend smiling at her. She smiled back immediately - Sita’s gentle yet knowing smiles were hard to resist.

‘And you will see him soon.’ 

While Jenny had no qualms in showing how much she missed Bheem, she knew Sita missed Ram too. Incredibly. Yet she was more restrained in her love and also her longing. She had gotten used to waiting for Ram. She never sought his time or attention and was grateful for whatever little of it came down her way organically. While they were childhood friends and were very close in some ways, expressing affection wasn’t one of their strengths. Far from it. Jenny had observed their dynamic from a distance. They behaved like a couple who had been married for decades - very reliant on each other and silently attuned to each other. Yet, their primary marriage was to their respective duties. To their country. Ram had chosen that path, and Sita had followed him wordlessly. While that arrangement worked for Ram, Jenny could see that it didn’t necessarily work for Sita. She wanted more of him.

‘Why don’t you tell him what you feel, what you really feel? That you want to have an iota of life beyond the never-ending mission?’

Jenny asked her finally. Sita was visibly taken aback by the question.

‘You know why. Back in my village, I told you. This mission is his life, his everything. He derives his happiness, his vigor, and his will to live from this mission. I love him, Jenny. And if this is his life’s purpose, then I will support him every step of the way. I am not going to bother him with what I want or need. I am just grateful that he is mine, but he still belongs to the country first.’

There was deep wisdom and melancholy in her voice as she said all this. Years and years of being by Ram’s side, as he killed himself to become the potent weapon that he was today, had given immense perspective to Sita. She had learned and accepted that she would only ever get a small piece of Ram, if at all. Jenny found it sad and unfair.

‘Is it so wrong to live a little? To have a semblance of normalcy and feelings and love? Do you think a person can survive if he is only fuelled by revenge/anger? Don’t you think he would get worn out and make horrendous choices, and others would have to bear the brunt of it? Don’t you think that has already happened? As the person who knows him the best, shouldn’t you be telling him this?’

Sita was amazed by how perceptive, and insightful Jenny could be. Along with her ability to not mince words. She said things as she saw them. Sita knew there was some truth to Jenny’s words, but she didn’t know Ram like Sita did.

‘Jenny, I have tried. But the burden that he carries is too heavy. Over the years, he has slowly turned himself into a machine. Not just to become a physical specimen for the mission but also to not get impacted by feelings or emotions. I saw this materialize gradually over the years. The only person other than me who has been able to break through the wall he has created is Bheem. He smiles a little now, laughs a little, and even lives a little. Bheem has shown him how to be true to the mission yet not burn himself in it. That gives me hope, Jenny. I see a small change, and that is enough for me. All in due time - I will not push him for it.’

While Sita was smiling fondly by the end of it, she could sense that Jenny was not convinced. That her smile was half-hearted. She nudged Jenny lightly with her elbow.

‘Listen - not everyone can be as romantic and attentive as your Bheem, okay? I will probably check Ram for fever if he starts making flower bracelets for me or leaves roses on my pillow.’

Sita laughed out loud, and Jenny joined her, genuinely this time. She told herself that maybe Sita was right - that everyone had different ideas of happiness. Who was she to really decide what constituted happiness in someone else’s relationship? It might seem dysfunctional to her, but maybe it worked for them. Maybe their way of showing love was something deeper, something she didn’t grasp yet. She just wished for her friend, her only friend, to be happy with the man she loved the most in this whole world. The man who was Sita’s whole world. 

The two women chatted and laughed over other things. Many random, silly things. Jenny told her stories of how different men had tried to woo her over the years and how she never felt anything for any of them. She told her about the party where she first danced with Bheem - and how Bheem and Ram took over the whole party. Sita clapped happily as she heard it all - the wooing stories, in particular, were very amusing for her. She had been with Ram for as long as she could remember, so she hadn’t had any of these experiences.

The environment had become even more festive as dessert was brought in. Everyone seemed excited, adults and children alike. Jenny pictured how happy Bheem would be while having the dessert - and wished for him to come back soon. Sita had assured her that they had sent word and that they would be back any minute now. 

At that moment, Malli came to them with two servings of kheer. The child sat in Jenny’s lap and started feeding her with her own hands. Jenny had fed her many desserts while in the palace. She would sneak to her room after dinner every night and bring along whichever delicacy was served that day. Jenny had hoped that maybe the sweets would make Malli happy - all kids loved sweets, after all. It used to lift Malli’s mood a bit, but she wasn’t sure whether it was because of the sweets or because of Jenny. Any time that she spent with Jenny used to be the only bearable time in that cage for her. So now, Malli wanted to feed Jenny the dessert of her place. And she chatted away in her lap as she told Jenny about all the times her mother had made kheer for her. Watching Malli smile so joyously made Jenny emotional - at the realization that for months, this child was deprived of this smile. But Malli brought her back to reality with a hand to Jenny’s face. Malli understood sadness all too well now; she recognized that look on Jenny's and kissed her softly to make her smile. Jenny had done the same for her every time she had cried over the last 6 months.

That was the moment when Bheem walked in. His presence was immediately noticed, and he was met with affectionate hugs. Jangu and Lachchu came to him instantly and enquired about the trip. The village elders also made a beeline for him. While he greeted everyone politely and answered all questions patiently, his eyes kept searching the place for her. When he finally saw her, his heart did a few somersaults in his chest.

She was sitting in a far corner, with Malli in her lap. Mail was kissing and caressing her cheeks while feeding her kheer. The child was smiling so preciously that it nearly brought tears to Bheem’s eyes. It had taken a while for Malli to stop crying. And even longer for her to not wake up from her sleep with nightmares. But it had taken the longest for her to start smiling again. That had only happened since she was reunited with Loki and the tribe. But he still hadn’t seen her laugh so freely as she was doing now. Bheem had noticed the sweet bond she shared with Jenny, a bond forged by pain and empathy. Jenny had been great with other kids also - they had all become fond of her. Jenny tended to smile wider and laugh harder with the children; they also loved playing with her and making her chase after them.

Just then, an image flashed in front of Bheem. Of Jenny sitting in the same spot. But in her lap was an infant, her own child. Who had her ruby lips. And his stubborn curls. And his tanned skin. The mother and son cooed fondly at each other while waiting for him to return home.

Bheem had to shake his head to break out of the image and was dazed for a good few seconds. It had come so unexpectedly and caught him completely off-guard. Yet he felt warm and fuzzy all over. Jenny had noticed the commotion by then and looked up. Their eyes met briefly. He was still surrounded by a few people, but he managed to nod slightly at her. She responded with a radiant smile. Malli also noticed Bheem then and ran straight to him. Bheem lifted her in his arms, and she climbed up to sit on his shoulders for her Anna to walk her around. And Bheem obliged, of course. 

When he put Malli down and turned around to look at her, he was rooted to his spot for a few seconds. Jenny was wearing a saree, a gorgeous red saree. He had to blink a few times to believe it was real, that he wasn’t dreaming. She looked ethereal. She looked stunning. He started to walk towards her but was suddenly surrounded by everyone else. Loki tried to feed him food, but he had already eaten. Others tried to feed him kheer, which he took happily. He wasn’t going to say no to sweets. When he finished one serve, he was readily served one more, and he gobbled it happily. 

Jenny had seen him notice her, but his attention was quickly snatched away by the group surrounding him. Including the young girls who fawned over his every move; she was more aware of it now since Sita had highlighted it. When one of them served him kheer and his face lit up, it tugged at Jenny’s heart. When the concerned girl leaned closer to help him with a second serve, Jenny couldn’t stand the sight and swiftly walked away. She spotted Sita and went straight towards her, keeping her distance from all the affection that was being showered on him. It bothered her because it made her face that ugly realization again, which her heart had thrown in her face multiple times - that Bheem would be far better off with one of the girls of the village. It would be natural, convenient, and logical. It would suit everyone. He wouldn’t have to stress over her well-being all the time. These girls would readily understand him - his language, his moods, his…needs. And they could fulfill all of those. Unlike her, who was such a misfit in that environment. 

She was lost in thought while walking, didn’t notice the uneven surface below, and ended up twisting her ankle. Thankfully, the food table was nearby, and she held on to the edge of it to keep herself from falling. Two seconds later, strong arms wrapped around her and steadied her. She didn’t need to turn around to know it was him - she could recognize his touch and his scent anywhere. She could also feel his presence. Most importantly, she knew no one else would dare to touch her like that. And most definitely not when Bheem was around.

Bheem turned her around in his arms to face himself, balanced her against the edge of the table, and bent down to take a quick look at her ankle. It was a mild twist, but she needed tending to. Jenny saw his next move in his eyes, a split second before he executed it. Before she could stop him, he had picked her up in his arms and was walking back towards their hut. All her apprehensions from a few seconds ago were forgotten. And were now replaced with red-hot embarrassment. She could feel all pairs of eyes turn towards them. People stepped out of their way automatically, wordlessly, as Bheem carried her back. Jenny was sure that if the villagers had any iota of doubt left about them, it won’t be present after this moment. Their imaginations would run wild, and she couldn’t even blame them. How was she going to face anyone now? How would she face Sita - that demon would give her hell for this. It was all too much. 

‘Bheem put me down. I will walk; it’s not that bad.’ 

She whispered softly in his ear, but he paid no heed to it. She struggled lightly in his arms, but he just tightened his hold. When she struggled one more time, he gave her a definitive look. She was still getting used to his decisive looks and tone. But she resigned to her fate then, wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and buried her face in his neck so as not to look at anyone else. The one-minute walk to the hut felt at least an hour long to her.

When they reached inside, he carefully sat her down on the edge of the cot and knelt in front of her. He took off her sandals himself, despite her protests, and kept her injured foot on his raised knee. When he lifted her saree a bit to inspect the ankle, he saw the silver anklets she was wearing underneath. Could feet possibly ever be this beautiful? He didn’t know earlier, but now he did. As his fingers started to prod around her ankle and she cried out in pain, he came back to reality. One of her hands was clutching his shoulder while the other had clenched in her saree; her eyes were shut tightly in the anticipation of more pain. He couldn’t bear to see her like this. His mouth moved of its own volition, and he bent down to kiss her ankle, placing a few gentle kisses around the area and one on her anklet as well. Her eyes shot open, and she looked at him in wonder - whether he was real or whether she had conjured him from all her fantasies of her Prince Charming. She continued to stare at him, dazed, and didn’t even realize when he maneuvered her ankle back into place. 

‘Zyada dard toh nahi hua?’ (Hope it didn’t hurt too much?)

She looked up then to meet his concern-filled eyes and shook her head to assuage his fears. He helped her stand up with his arms outstretched around her, ready to catch her in case she wobbled. She tentatively put pressure on her foot and realized that he had worked his magic again. She smiled at him, and he smiled back. How dearly she had missed that smile. Missed him. Jenny leaned forward and kissed his cheeks - the non-bearded parts under his eyes. He responded by wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. Jenny could sense that there was something different in his touch today - he wasn’t as tentative. He wasn’t as hesitant. It felt like he had finally started to believe she was truly there and truly his. That she wasn’t some ‘memsahib’ but just another girl who was madly, hopelessly, unconditionally, and irrevocably in love with him. Who he could love back as well and not just admire from afar. The realization filled her heart with immense joy - she wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her face on his shoulder.

He nuzzled into her neck as he felt her lean closer. Because he had missed her too, like hell. He had missed her warmth, her affection, her care, her giggles, her touch, and the feel of her skin as he held her. He had missed coming back to her every evening and telling her about his day. The first time Jenny had asked him ‘how are you?’, he had started talking about everything that he was supposed to do for others and how that panned out. But she had stopped him and said that her question was different. She wanted to know how he was feeling and what he wanted for himself. The question had thrown him off - nobody had asked him that before. What he wanted was what was good for others. What he truly wanted for himself had never even crossed his mind. But she had nudged him to think of that, to think of his real feelings. And he had started doing that with her. He had started telling her about his innermost fears, his prayers, his hopes, and his wishes. He had told her stuff that he hadn’t told anyone else - like how hard it had been for him to kill people. Even bad ones. How his conscience had been heavy ever since. Despite what Ram had told him - that it was all a part of the mission and had to be done. But still, he didn’t feel comfortable playing god and deciding someone’s fate. It was all very tough for him, and it constantly played on his mind. What he hadn’t told her yet, though, was that she had become a large part of all his inner feelings. She was the only person whose world revolved around him completely. Her worldview was via his lens - via what he needed and via what was good for him. She never asked for anything other than his happiness. He never had someone like that in his life before. 

The last 3 days away from her had given him more perspective; he wanted to cherish their time together and live every moment to the fullest. He had started to feel closer to her. Her increased knowledge of his language helped strengthen their bond. But today, she had completely knocked the air out of his chest. Seeing her in a saree was a surreal experience for him. The red saree suited her so beautifully - she looked divine, like a bride on her wedding day. The feel of her bangles around his neck made his skin tingle. It felt like she truly belonged to him. There was a mushy sensation coursing through his body, the sensation of love. He wanted to be close to her tonight - as close as humanly possible. In every way that was humanly possible. 

‘How are you? Bohot thak gaye honge na?’ (You must be quite tired, no?)

She asked sweetly, blissfully unaware of the turmoils of his heart. His lips found the mole on her shoulder and nuzzled it briefly, making her whimper. 

‘Thak gaya tha. Par abhi sab theek hain.’ (I was tired. But I am feeling good now.)

She smiled at his implication. Her instinct was right - something had changed in him, but she didn’t know what had caused that. She didn’t care, though; she just relished the openness and freeness of his demeanor tonight.

‘I missed you - so so much.’ She sighed into his neck. He kissed the side of her face in response while his fingers played with her hair. It hadn’t missed his attention that she had been leaving her hair open from the day he had indicated to her that he liked it this way. 

‘Kya kiya teen din?’ (What did you do these last 3 days?)

‘Not much. I spent time with the kids. Did my reading - learned a lot of new words. Spent some time with Sita. Did some knitting, but I am not happy with how it has turned out - I will need to rework it. And I just stared at the roses you left for me; I tried to picture your face as you were picking those out. And I also prayed for you to return safely.’

He listened intently and understood a few words - which were enough for him to grasp the essence. The sound of her voice was so soothing. But he did realize that she couldn’t move around much - since he had asked her to stay put. He didn’t want to be that firm with her, but it was important for her safety. Now that he was back, though, he would take care of it.

‘Agar tumhara man ho toh kal shaam ko ja sakte hain - tumhari pasandeeda jagaho par.’ 

(If you are up for it, we could go to both of your favorite places tomorrow evening.’)

Her face lit up, and she jumped a little in his arms, making him beam back at her. He couldn’t help but wonder how innocent and childlike she was at times. She was just 20, after all, still so young. When she cupped his cheeks in delight, he noticed the vivid colors on her hand and instantly recognized it as Malli’s work. Jenny followed his line of sight and understood his question.

‘Yes, this was Malli. Yes, this was the first time she drew something after the palace. Actually, while she was there, I could never ask her to draw on my hand. While I didn’t know the full story, I could see the sadness in her eyes every time she was asked to do this. It was almost like she cursed her ability and loathed it.  But yesterday morning, after the class, she came to me with the colors, sat on my lap, and just drew this. I was speechless and just looked at her throughout. Her eyes were not sad, though, not anymore. She even smiled when she finished and took me to Loki to show her work. Loki was emotional too.’

Jenny narrated the full story, but Bheem kept looking at her hand. The little child was coming back to her own self, slowly. He didn’t think it would happen. He feared she would forever be traumatized and caught in her nightmarish experiences. But this gave him hope. This, and her laughter from the gathering today. He was also moved by the fact that Malli had chosen Jenny for this. He was well aware of the bond they had shared - but this was a step further. This was Malli’s way of showing Jenny that she saw her as one of them, that she wasn’t an outsider there. And he knew this had a lot to do with Jenny as well - how she had assimilated with all his people. He fell in love with her more with each passing hour. His hands moved to cup her cheeks, but she caught them midway.

Bheem was confused. And then dread hit him. She was eyeing his wrist intently and looked up at him - the question was loud and clear in her eyes. He looked down, and stammered.

‘Wo…darasal…samay nahi mil paya dawai lagane ka. Kafi cheeze chal rahi thi - us beech me bhool gaya.’

(Umm…actually…I didn’t get the time to put the ointment you had packed for me. A lot was going on, and I forgot in the middle of all that.)

She didn’t buy it for one second and kept staring at him intently. Bheem knew he couldn’t lie to her. He didn’t want to either, but she would be furious with the truth, and he was actually scared of facing her then. Jenny had crossed her arms now and was giving him a look to just come out with it. He took two steps back, and his fingers fidgeted with the borders of his kurta - all the while looking at the ground. 

‘Tum jaanti ho asal wajah kya hain. Anna saath me the - agar unke saamne main ye lagata ya apna kurta nikalta toh unhe pata chal jata ki…’

(You know the real reason. Anna was with me. If I had put this on in front of him or taken off my kurta, he would have gotten to know about..)

He didn’t need to say further. He didn’t even need to look up at her to gauge how angry she must be right now.

And boy, was she angry. She was downright furious. She was so livid that she could punch Bheem right now and Ram as well while she was at it. Some friend he was. She had half a mind to drag Ram here and show him the consequences of his actions. So that Bheem’s dilemma ends once and for all. Anger was not an emotion she felt for Bheem ever - and even today, the anger was layered - with her helplessness about his selflessness. So many days of tending to his wounds would have gone to waste because of the gap. She might need to start afresh. He might need to endure for longer. She was so angry she could cry right now. 

Bheem had been scanning her face throughout and was heartbroken with her reaction. He knew he had hurt her. He also knew that anger was just a front - she was actually sad. He had never meant to hurt her, but he had caused the most lovely person in the world to nearly cry. He trailed behind her like a lost puppy as she moved around the hut to look for the ingredients for the ointment. She was giving him the silent treatment - not saying a word and not looking at him at all. Which was making him even more anxious. 

‘Suno na, Jenny. Galti ho gayi. Aage se dhyaan rakhunga. Dobara aisa nahi hoga, pakka. Maaf kar do na.’

(Please listen no, Jenny. I made a mistake. Will be more careful in the future. I promise I won’t do this again. Please forgive me.)

She didn’t acknowledge that or turn around. She absolutely didn’t want to melt looking into his eyes - which she knew would be all big and doe-like right now. Because she was still so mad at him. At that moment, Bheem realized that in trying to spare Ram’s feelings, he had hurt Jenny’s. He had hurt the one person who cared for him most deeply. Who was his safe space. His home. His love. His partner. And the worst part was, she wasn’t even mad at anything he had done to her. She was mad because he had hurt himself. Bheem felt like the scum of the earth.

When Jenny couldn’t find the fresh herbs and realized she needed to wait till tomorrow morning, she pushed aside the bowl in frustration. He couldn’t take her agony anymore and hugged her from behind. She struggled in his hold and groaned, but he held her firmly, letting her thrash against him. She gave up after a while, and her shoulders slumped. Bheem slowly turned her around then and lifted her chin to get her to look at him. And he was met with moist eyes and a far-way look.

He cupped her cheeks desperately and smothered her face with sloppy kisses. 

‘Rona mat Jenny, main dekh nahi paunga. Tumhari kasam, phir kabhi aisa nahi hoga. Bas tum rona mat.’

(Please don’t cry, Jenny. I won’t be able to handle it. I swear on you, this won’t happen again. Just please don’t cry.)

She finally acknowledged him, and her hands came up to rest on his shoulders. He grabbed them, kissed her palms, and placed them over his heart, which was beating rapidly right now. 

‘LOVE. YOU.’ He said slowly, trying to remember how she had said it. 

That cheat. That bastard. That cheating bastard. He knew she won’t be able to resist that. He knew she would melt. Which she did. Instantly. Jenny threw her arms around his neck, and he crushed her against his body. His arms ran up and down her back, and her hand twisted in his hair.

‘I love you too. So much that it hurts sometimes. I can’t handle your pain, Bheem; it kills me. You hurt me when you hurt yourself. Please, don’t ever do this to me again.’

They just held each other close, neither ready to let go yet. The music from outside had started floating in now. The celebration was at its fag end, and the most cheerful songs were being sung presently. Bheem swayed them lightly in his arms. Subconsciously, they shifted weight from one foot to the other, following the beats of the drum. Both in tandem with each other. Both remembered the last time they had danced like this - at the party in Delhi on the first day they had met. So much had changed since then. 

Bheem suddenly remembered that he had a surprise of his own for Jenny, a happy one this time. He mumbled against her neck, still reluctant to let go.

‘Kuch laaya tha tumhare liye.’ (I got something for you.)

Jenny looked up at him expectantly and curiously. He released her from his arms, extremely unwillingly, and pulled out from his pocket the necklace he had made from the shells of the riverbed. She was moved beyond words - this was the most thoughtful and beautiful gift anyone had ever gotten for her. She looked up at him in wonder and again asked herself if he was really real, not a figment of her imagination.

He saw her expression and understood that she liked the gift. Giving himself a silent pat on the back, he turned her around, moved her hair to one side, and carefully tied the necklace around her neck. He turned her back to face him and was mesmerized by how the shells added to her natural beauty. She was glowing tonight. Like an apsara (angel) had descended from heaven straight into his arms. She was agonizingly stunning, painfully so. He had to tell her what she was doing to him.

He cupped her cheeks, pulled her closer, their noses nearly touching, as he looked into her eyes. She could feel his hot, shallow breath on her face.

‘Tumhe andaaza bhi hain, ki aaj tum kitni khoobsoorat lag rahi ho?’

(Do you have any idea how stunning you are looking tonight?)

She blushed and averted her eyes, but he made her look back at himself. His eyes were dripping with love and desire - burning her from the inside. Her face turned crimson, her skin turned hot under his touch and proximity. 

He leaned impossibly closer, lips nearly touching hers. One of his hands played with the thread at the back of her blouse while the other caressed her bare waist. She clutched his shoulders for support, to stay upright.

‘Meri chahat, aadat aur ibadat - sab ban gayi ho tum.’

(You have become my everything - my love, my habit and my worship.)

‘Itna - ki ab dar lag raha hain Jenny, tumhe khone ka dar. Mujhe chod ke toh nahi jaogi na?’

(So much so, that the idea of losing you scares me now. Tell me you won’t leave me?)

She opened her eyes and swiftly covered his mouth with her hand. His eyes were moist, and the said fear was evident in them. It tugged at her heartstrings. How could this silly man possibly think that she would walk away from him? Life without him seemed meaningless, purposeless, loveless, and lifeless. She kissed the top of his eyes and looked at him lovingly.

‘My love - I am yours. I have been yours from the day I met you. You claimed my heart that day, and you claim it more & more with every passing day. Walking away from you is unfathomable to me. You are my everything, Bheem. If it were up to me, I would spend every moment of every day with you and never let you out of my sight. I love you to the moon and back. I will be with you till whenever you want me. But I will be yours forever.’

Jenny leaned in and kissed his lips lightly. That was all the assurance he needed. He kissed her hard till she was breathless and pushed at his chest. His lips then moved to her face, her neck, and shoulders while she gasped for breath. In the next second, she found herself being carried to the cot in his arms. He laid her down gently, settled next to her, and half-leaned over her. His eyes roamed over her saree-clad body - slowly, hungrily, longingly. She shivered and crossed her legs at the alien sensations coursing through her body. When he looked back into her eyes, his orbs had grown a shade darker. The question in them was loud and clear - did she want him tonight? He waited patiently for her to respond as she took a few deep breaths to calm her nerves. Her heart was threatening to burst out of her chest. She knew the answer in her heart instantly, but it still took her a few seconds to work up the courage to tell him. She looked back into his intoxicating eyes, brought his hand to her cheek, kissed his palm, and then she gave him a small tentative nod. He held her face with both hands and looked into his eyes beseechingly, asking one more time to see if she was sure. She nodded more firmly this time, and his lips crashed against hers the next instant. As the night bore witness to their love.

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The rest of the action was supposed to be in this chapter. BUT I CANT STOP WRITING FLUFF AND FEELINGS for 6k words - what happened to the smut writer in me?

Couple of more chapters left in the series, I guess - but who knows, with the way I ramble :)

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[macybeckham7]

Confetti

part two

‘Why are you so nervous?’ Trent laughs as he could sense how nervous YN was in the passenger seat. ‘They’ll be so excited to see you’ he says.

As he pulls up infront of the Alexander Arnold’s household, the curtain moves and by the time they climb out and YN has a bouquet of flowers they were all running through the door.

‘Hello beautiful girl!’ Dianne beams, and pulling you into a tight hug. Her hands holding your face as she beams at you. Michael telling his wife to stop hogging you and hugging you.

You fell in love with the whole family, you absolutely adored them. So when you broke up with Trent, you weren’t just missing a boy you adored but also a safety blanket that the family provided.

‘How are you feeling about the tour?’ Michael asks.

‘Nervous’ you giggle. ‘We haven’t toured since 2020’ you explain.

Trent reaches for your hand. ‘It’ll be like riding a bike, you don’t forget how to do it’

‘And if you forget a move, just look to the first row for Marcel, he knows all the dances’ Tyler mocks, pulling a goofy face at the youngest brother.

The table erupt in laughter as Marcel looks down at his plate of food.

‘Does this mean you two have found each other again?’ Dianne asks as she packs you both off with leftovers.

You look over at Trent. You haven’t really spoke about it. You have been living with each other the past month, you have been going to Liverpool matches. Despite trying to keep in low-key you always kept getting spotted. Trent even came to a few Little Mix meetings. He came to the whole Madame Tussaud’s fitting and was so gassed about it all. Neither of you have brought up the topic of ‘what are we’ just enjoying being around each other.

‘Thank you for dinner’ you smile. You wave everyone goodbye as Trent backs out. ‘Told you they’ll be happy to see you, nothing could go as bad as the actual first meeting’ he says sticking his tongue out.

You let out a groan and hide your face in your hands at that awkward situation.

….

‘I’ll stand in for her’ Jordan runs over to the three girls who was just about to go from the top. He holds his water bottle as a microphone, and as soon as the music starts he puts on his best YN.

‘This is a shout out to my ex’ he sings. Heard he in love with some other chick’ he gives off a little scoff, entertaining everyone. ‘Yeah, yeah, that hurt me, I'll admit. Forget that boy, I'm over it’

You walk into the studio and watches as he dances around with Jade.

‘More sass’ Perrie laughs, and shows him how you do the move with him coping.

‘I hate you all’ you mock which makes everyone laugh. ‘Jords you can take my spot if you really wanna, I’ll be in Rizzle Kicks and give the fans what they want with a comeback’ you smile.

Later on you were all in the studio with the band to do the rock version of Women Like Me. You all losing your minds at how good it sounds, you all showing off your vocals and rocking out to the guitar. You all jump around in a huddle with excitement.

‘We good to put that in the set list then?’ Leigh asks with us nodding. The pressure of putting all the bangers into list and also adding fan favourites too. Leigh and Jade have been trying to fight to get Joan Of Arc in there but it hasn’t been successful yet.

‘I can’t have them three songs together because I won’t be able to get through them’ Jade says as we try to find the best arrangement.

After a while, everyone was happy with the set list. YN reached out for the phone, you let out a giggle reading a text from Trent which got the attention from Leigh.

‘What is going on with you and lover boy?’ she asks with a smirk.

They have all been a fan of Trent. They always saying he was your nicest ex.

‘Nothing’

Perrie scoffs. ‘That’s not what Alex has been saying’. Thought Trent would play in coy. ‘Trent has been going into training with loads of hickeys’

Jade and Leigh both squeal. ‘You little minx’ They pounce making them lay over you.

‘I don’t want to be next to your room, I remember how loud the two of you can be’ Perrie mocks with Jade mimicking your moans, with the three of them bursting in tears of laughter.

…..

Last night you and Perrie went to Anfield to support the boys, you being complete hooligans celebrating the goals and shouting at the ref, chanting with the fans, and just going through the rollercoaster with them. After the game you all went to the pitch and was having a little kickabout. The video of you and Perrie rugby tackling each other and scoring and doing different celebrations. You and Trent playing with Axel and just being the maniacs everyone knew you were.

‘I have missed you in my jersey’ Trent smirks as you give him a little spin. He gave it to you after the game after he scored and did a dance which was the last thing you told him to do the next time he scored (before you broke up). You laughing when you saw him and telling him that you couldn’t believe it that he remembered.

…..

You were just staring at your phone as you watched the 12 digit number light up the screen. You had deleted the number but you had memorised the number by heart, but you didn’t have the courage to accepting it and listening to what they had to say. You had just come out of a meeting about your future after Little Mix. You were on the way home to start packing for tour life, which was definitely going to be different from the last. You would come off the stage, get on the tour bus back to the hotel and then hit the tour. Dance on the dance floors, your aching feet was no longer achey. We have already decided a movie and desserts was the best way to do it now.

You climb onto the tour bus, hugging all the Since September boys, happy to see them all again. You adored them on Little Mix: The Search and you couldn’t wait for them to support you and the girls. You sat beside Jade who was in a Fifa game with one of the boys. You start jamming out on the guitar as you travel up the Motorway on the way to Belfast.

‘Can you remember your first tour?’ Jacob asks.

The girls look at each other all nodding and giggling.

‘When we wore our names on our shirts’ Leigh laughs.

‘And we had done this campaign with a hair dye company and we all had really bad hair styles’ Perrie laughs with Jade sassing back ‘Talk for yourself’.

#confetti #trent alexander arnold imagines #trent alexander arnold blurbs #trent alexander arnold

[middleearthpixie]

Playing With Fire ~ Chapter Twenty-Eight

Dunraven Pub - Modern AU

A/N: Apologies for the delay in posting. Life has gotten in the way a little, but hopefully I'll get back on track real soon. Thanks for your patience! Also, if you notice either missing or extra Es and Ss - those keys keep falling off my MacBook, so I try to catch them when they go haywire, but sometimes they slip through the cracks. Bear with me until I can get my laptop replaced. :)

Summary: Thorin Durin likes his life just the way it is—his pub is successful, he’s happily playing the field when it comes to women. He wouldn’t change a damn thing about it. At least, not until he meets Leda Andrews, who stops to help him when his car dies on the side of the road.

Leda is new in town, and late for a job interview when she stops to help a guy with his broken down old car. The last thing she expected was for him to be the same guy who owns the pub where she’s applied to be a bartender, never mind to be one of the hottest men she’s ever seen.  

Sparks fly, and while Leda’s got a few ground rules that Thorin is more than willing to abide by, neither one of them expected their fling to turn into anything more serious, or that they would be faced with a situation neither one is prepared for. So, what happens when a no-strings-attached affair teeters on becoming the real thing… 

Summary: Leda and Thorin find out whether they are having a boy or girl…

Pairings:  Pairing: Modern!Thorin x OC Female

Characters: Thorin, Leda, the usual suspects

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 4,010

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By the time the game finally ended, Leda didn’t care if football season ever came back. She was beyond exhausted, sinking into one of the low chairs over in the dining area. A heavy, weary sigh rose to her lips and she leaned over to put her head down. 

“Why don’t you go stretch out in my office?” Thorin asked, coming into the room to begin upending the chairs. “I still have to cash out and close everything up before we can head home.”

“I can drop you off,” Zana said, draping her scarf about her neck. 

“Thank you, but that’s really out of your way, Zane,” Leda said, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. “I can just go lie on the sofa and wait.”

“You sure?” Zana dug her car keys from her purse. “You look beat.”

Leda sighed softly as she looked over at Thorin. “How long do you think you’ll be?”

“Forty minutes to an hour, probably.” He set another chair up. “Why don’t you just go on home? You look wiped out.”

“It’s really no trouble, Leda,” Zana told her.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. I wouldn’t offer otherwise.”

Leda looked back over at Thorin. “I hate to leave you with everything. And the pool table…”

A slow grin lifted his lips. “You can owe me with that. As for everything else, don’t worry about it.”

She got to her feet with a soft grunt. Why was she so tired now? According to that stupid book, she should feel far more energetic than she did in her first trimester, so she made a mental note to ask Dr. Cherot at her next appointment, which was tomorrow, when the Dunraven was closed so Thorin could go as well. An ultrasound. They’d be able to find out if they were having a boy or a girl.

“Why’re you looking at me like that?” Thorin’s voice broke into her reverie.

“I was just thinking about tomorrow,” she came around the the table to stand in front of him. “Do you want to know?”

“Yeah,” he said with a nod. “I do. You?”

“I think so.” 

He winked and leaned over to brush her lips with his. “Go home and don’t wait up, amrâlimê. I’ll try not to wake you.”

“Don’t worry about it. If you do, you do.” She grabbed her jacket from the back of her chair and her purse from the table. “I’ll see you at home, Thorin.”

“Zane, I owe you for this.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Zana jangled hr car keys in one hand. “Your girl is in good hands.”

“I know she is.”

Leda smiled as she and Zana stepped out in a bitterly cold night. The air was sharp enough to slice right through a lung, and the overcast sky suggested they might see ice or snow before morning. 

Zana unlocked her red Jeep and Leda climbed into the passenger seat, rubbing her hands together as Zana climbed in as well and turned over the engine. “I really should get a remote start installed on this thing. I hate coming out here in the middle of the night.”

“I can’t wait until spring,” Leda said, smiling when her seat grew warm. “Ahhh… I am making sure my car has these.”

“Oh, that’s right. I imagine getting around on a motorcycle might be tough with an infant.”

Leda chuckled. “Between my bike and Thorin’s antique? We’re going to spend a fortune in cars in the coming months.”

“I remember when he bought that car. It was such a broken down, decrepit POS, not one of us thought he’d ever get it on the road. I’m pretty sure he didn't think so, either. He took a lot of shit for buying it. Especially from Dwalin.”

“It still is a POS from time to time. That’s actually how I met him.”

“I know.” Zana shifted into second and glanced over at her. “He told me about how you came to his rescue. I think you impressed him.”

“I just knocked some junk out of his air filter and went on my merry way.” She sighed as they sped along Main Street, where the strip malls thinned and the houses grew larger, as did the yards. “I had no idea this was all going to happen.”

“I used to tell him I couldn't wait for him to fall. I was going to be merciless when it happened. But, you know what? It’s been just wonderful to watch him fall like this. I wish you two nothing but happiness together. And I’m really hoping we’ll hear wedding bells soon.”

“One thing at a time, Zana. One thing at a time.” Her mother’s words echoed in her head, and she looked over at Zana this time. “You’ve known him a long time, right?”

“Oh, yeah. I’ve worked for him for almost nine years. Why?”

“I just… you know him, and I value your friendship with him and I know he does as well, and I was just… well…”

“Leda, the guy is nuts about you.”

“No, I know that. It’s… I know his history. With his employees. And I just… how well do you know Lacey?”

“Lacey? Not as well as I know Thorin or any of the others. Shit, I know you better and I’ve only know you since September. I’d worked with her for two and a half years.” She downshifted as the next traffic light switched to amber, then red. “Why?”

“I’m just wondering, should I be concerned about her?”

“About Lacey? Because he fired her? Probably not. I mean, I know when she and Thorin—” Zana hedged, then went quiet for a moment—“when they were together, such as it was, she was pretty sure she was going to change him. I tried to tell her sleeping with your boss is never a good idea, but she was really sure of herself. To the point where she thought she’d be invited to the next family thing he went to, which, if I’m not mistaken, was some cookout or other over the summer. And not only did he not ask her, the day of, she caught him with Meg, who later—” She coughed. “I’m sorry, Leda. That was really stupid of me to bring all that up.”

“Don’t apologize. He was more than upfront with me on his history and Lacey told me about Meg and that Meg caught him with someone as well. It’s okay.” 

“Still… everyone’s got a past.”

“Exactly.”

The light turned green and Zana shifted into first. “Anyway, she was pretty pissed when he didn't ask her, and she stomped around for weeks after she caught him with Meg. I can’t even tell you how gleeful she was when he and Meg ended things. I think she thought she’d get a second chance with him, but then you came along and here we are. And I can honestly say, at no time in the last nine years have I ever seen him as happy as he is now, or as serious about anyone as he is about you. Don’t waste your time worrying about Lacey.” Zana smiled at her, signaling to make left before turning onto Snowbourne Lane. “Which house?”

“The last one on the left.”

“Damn, he’s got a lot of property,” Zana said as she turned onto the lane that was his driveway. “Anyway, she’s bitter but she’ll get over it. Thorin never promised her anything. And he was pretty clear about how a relationship was not what he wanted, so she really can’t even be that angry, to be honest. I mean, she can be, of course, but she brought on herself. She chased him.”

The Jeep rocked to a halt at the garage and Leda smiled at the faint barking coming from inside the house. “Thank you so much for the ride, Zana. I appreciate it.”

“It’s no trouble at all, Leda. I remember being pregnant and on my feet all the time and it just sucks. So, go and enjoy the peace and quiet. You’ve earned it.”

“I owe you.” Leda climbed down from the passenger seat.

“Make an honest man of Thorin Durin!” Zana laughed.

“I’ll see what I can do.” She pushed the door shut and hurried up the steps as Zana carefully turned around and rocked back down the drive. 

Conan barked again as Leda unlocked the kitchen door. He took off like a shot out the door, barely touching the steps as he flew down them and disappeared into the darkness. The wind stirred through the naked tree branches and the cloud cover made seeing anything impossible. 

“Conan?” She stood in the doorway, shivering from the cold, struggling to see anything that might even remotely resemble Conan. But now, not only could she not see him, she couldn’t hear him, either.

“Conan!” She moved back out on to the porch. “Come on, boy! Come get your cookies!”

A low bark rolled from somewhere beyond the pool. 

Then Conan snarled. 

“Conan?” She went inside to the cabinet by the phone, where Thorin kept a Maglite flashlight, and then went back outside, switching it on. The beam sliced through the darkness like daylight, but she still saw no sign of Conan. 

“Where are you?” she muttered, coming down the steps and out into the driveway. 

The wind went still. 

There were still some leaves on the ground from the numerous oaks and swamp and silver maple trees dotting Thorin’s property. And they scuffled softly. 

The hairs along the back of Leda’s neck stood up and she tightened her grip on the heavy flashlight. “Conan! Get over here!”

He snarled again, low in his throat. It sounded like it came from the western part of the yard, just beyond the pool. She dug her cell phone from her pocket and toggled it open. She heard a sharp pop, Conan let out a howl, then came bounding out of the darkness. He flattened up against her, ears back, that low growl rumbling up from his throat once more.

“Come on, boy, let’s go inside.” She patted her thigh to get him to follow, and he dutifully trotted up the steps alongside her, and into the kitchen. She locked the door behind her, and returned the flashlight to its cabinet, then went to get Conan’s biscuits from the pantry. 

He showed no interest in them, but dove into his water bowl and as he did, Leda sank to one knee beside him and gave him a once over for any injuries. Nothing. Whatever that pop was, it didn't seem to have hurt him.

Still, it unnerved her. The dog had heard and seen something and it made him protective of her. 

She rumpled his left ear, the one that refused to remain upright. “I wish you could just tell me what you were going after.”

He looked up with sad brown puppy eyes and his bushy tail swished across the floor. Then, his body went rigid and he stared at the kitchen door, looking every bit as fierce as any German shepherd she’d ever seen. 

A low, menacing growl rumbled up from his throat and he rose from his haunches to approach the kitchen door. Leda slowly straightened up to join him, peering through the door’s window into the darkness Whatever Conan saw or heard was beyond her range. All she saw was darkness and all she heard was his growl.

But then, his hackles went down and he turned to trot back to his bowl and his biscuits as if without a care at all. Unfortunately, she couldn’t say the same. A sense of unease settled into her bones and it wasn’t until headlights sliced through the darkness and Thorin’s Mustang rolled to a stop before the garage doors that she felt comfortable. 

His boots thudded against the steps, his keys jangled softly, and he stepped into the kitchen and closed the door behind him with a sigh. Then, he frowned. “What are you still doing up?”

“Just waiting for you.”

“Waiting for—I told you not to bother, mesmel. You should be tucked away and sound—” His eyes narrowed as he tossed his keys onto the counter—“what happened?”

“Nothing, really.” She looked over at Conan, asleep in the doorway between the kitchen and the formal dining room. “He’s been acting weird and it left me a little unsettled.”

“Weird? Weird how?” He clumped over to the dog and crouched to give him a full body rub. Conan lifted his head, offered up a big yawn, thumped his tail twice, and laid his head back down. “Leda, what’s going on? He looks fine.”

“He heard something and took off like a shot after it. Then I heard him growling, he yelped and hasn’t really left my side since we came in. I looked, but I didn't see anything, but I guess I’m still a little freaked by it.”

He looked over at the Mag-Lite she’d left on the counter and reached for it. “You want me to go look?”

“No. If there as anything there, I’m sure he frightened it off. I guess I’m just… I don’t know… between Lacey yesterday and my mother today… I think my mind is just trying to torture me a little more.”

He snapped off the kitchen light and came to take her hand to draw her to her feet. “Well, tell your mind to take the night off and come on up to bed.”

Upstairs, Thorin stripped off his long-sleeved tee and tossed it toward the basket, then moved to sink onto the edge of the bed to unlace his boots. “You sure you’re okay? You look a little… shaken up.”

“I think it’s just my mind, like I said." She closed the door behind her and leaned back against it. “I know he hears a lot of things out there and has to investigate them, but I’d swear something hurt him with the way he howled.”

“If he’s hurt, he’s hiding it well. There’s no sign of anything on him.” Thorin kicked off his boots, then held out a hand. “Come here.”

She crossed to him, coming to stand between his knees. His hands came up to rest on her hips, his fingers warm as he said, “Maybe I can take your mind off torturing you.”

As he spoke, he gently kneaded her sides, and the smile he offered up was equal parts boyish and sinful. 

Her hands came to rest on his shoulders, the muscle beneath his skin solid swells. Heat wafted from him, sinking into her palms. Carefully, she shifted to climb astride him, and as he linked his fingers at the small of her back, she carefully eased her legs about his hips. “Take my mind off how?”

His eyes sparkled dark sapphire. “I think I can find some way.”

As he spoke, his hands slid beneath her tee shirt, skimming up her back until he reached her bra strap. “Unless you’re too tired, that is.”

“Too tired? To see you naked, Mr. Durin?” She shook her head, letting her fingers slide slowly through his hair. “That will never happen.”

“It will when we have an infant in the house.”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”

He tightened his arms about her, tugging her flush against him. She bent to him, catching his face in her hands as she murmured, “I had no idea back in September, that when I stopped to help you, it would change everything.”

“Me, neither,” he whispered back, his lips brushing hers. “And I thought when you caught me checking out your ass, you would hand me my nuts.”

“A hot guy checking me out? Handing you your nuts is not what went through my mind.”

He grinned and arched one brow and as he did, she felt the gentle pressure of him rising against her. A sigh teased her lips. She was such a lucky woman, finding him the way she had. How did that even happen? She’d been so certain her rules were the only thing that would keep her sane, that could protect her from a broken heart, and yet… the one man she would have been convinced needed to follow those rules turned out to be the reason for breaking every last one of them. 

Her bra strap gave then and as he whisked her tee shirt over her head, Leda forgot all about how her back ached and how tired her legs were, she forgot that unease that struck when Conan disappeared into the darkness. All that mattered was Thorin drawing her close to meet his kiss and a moment later, she forgot all about being tired. 

****

Thorin’s leg wouldn’t stay still, bouncing up and down as he sat in the waiting room once more surrounded by women in various stages of pregnancy, some with other small children playing in the corner, where a toy chest, table, and small rug had been set up as a play area. A few other fathers and expectant fathers were there as well and more than once, Thorin found himself doing the “yeah, this waiting sucks but we’re all suffering together” smile with those other men.

It wasn't a situation he thought he’d ever find himself in, one he figured he’d run like hell from at any given moment. But truth be told, this was better than he could have ever imagined it. Leda was everything he could ever hope to find in a woman, and where he once utterly mocked the idea of being a father, now he looked forward to it. 

He drummed his fingers lightly along his right thigh. The only thing keeping everything from being absolutely perfect was her not wanting to get married just yet. He had to bite his tongue more than once to hold back his proposal. And she didn't know it, but he was just waiting for the perfect moment (probably after Junior’s arrival) to give her the ring he had tucked away deep inside his sock drawer—the one Frerin helped him pick out before Christmas. 

“First kid?”

He looked over at the guy who’d just dropped into the chair next to him, and nodded. “Yeah. You?”

He also nodded. “Yeah. She’s just… this is her first appointment. Does it always take this long?”

Thorin glanced toward the door separating the waiting room from the exam rooms. “No. Not all of them. Just certain ones.” He looked back over at the guy. “We’re finding out if we’re having a boy or a girl.”

He didn't know why he said it. It just slipped out. But, the guy smiled. “What are you hoping for?”

“I don’t care,” Thorin said with a grin. “I really don’t. I just—”

“Mr. Durin? You can come back now.”

Thorin stood and said “Excuse me.”

The guy bobbed his head. “Good luck, man.”

Thorin turned to follow the nurse back to the last room on the right and he couldn't help his smile as his gaze fell on Leda. Five months’ pregnant and she really did seem to glow these days. He’d heard about that glow, but never believed it until now. It seemed to him, she just grew a little more beautiful every day, and as she lay there with her dark blonde hair spread beneath her, and her loose cream colored sweater tucked to expose her stomach, he realized there were no words to describe just what he felt at that moment.

“So, Leda,” the ultrasound tech came in behind him, “are you ready?”

She nodded, looking over at him. “Are you?”

“Yeah, I’m ready.” He winked at her as he settled on the stool next to the exam table and slipped his hand into hers. She linked their fingers, squeezing gently, and without thinking, he brought her hand to his lips. 

Her fingers tightened about his as the tech squirted the jelly on her stomach and a few minutes later, the wand moved slowly over her. He found himself holding his breath as the tech said, “Everything looks really good, Leda. And… wait a minute—”

She stopped, then moved the wand a bit more. Leda looked over at him, her eyes wide and her hand tightened even more about his. His mouth went dry, his heart picking up its pace as he said, “What’s wrong?”

The tech ignored him, moving the wand further to the right side of Leda’s stomach. A furrow appeared between her thick brows. “No… wait…” 

Leda glanced up at him, her blue eyes wide with worry. Without looking away, she said, “Is something the matter?”

Then a slow smile crept across the tech’s face and she looked up at Leda. “Do twins run in your family?”

The pit of Thorin’s stomach dropped while Leda’s eyes went perfectly around as she whispered, “Twi—twins?”

The tech nodded, and then turned the ultrasound screen so they could both see it. She moved the wand to the right and with her free hand, traced a circle about the image. “See, here is Baby A, and that’s the heart beating nice and strong.

“And here,” she moved the doppler wand back to the left, “is Baby B. With a nice strong heartbeat. You’re having twins, Mom.”

Thorin’s gut twisted as Leda stared at him in astonishment. “Thorin… your mutant seed gave us twins?” 

He couldn’t hold back his chuckle. “My mutant seed?”

“Well, twins don’t run in my family, so it had to be you.”

“They don’t run in mine, either, so maybe it wasn’t my seed that was mutant but your egg.” He winked, then looked from her to the screen, and back, and his throat went oddly tight as he just studied the ghostly grayish images on the screen. “We’re having twins, mesmel.”

He looked back at the screen, which grew a little blurry all of the sudden. It was amazing enough to see one baby on that screen, but to see two? Holy… He swallowed hard and looked back down at Leda. “Damn…”

She smiled up at him. “Damn, indeed.” She looked over at the tech. “How come no one could tell there were two in there before now?”

“One was probably over the other, so in effect, hiding it.” The tech smiled. “It’s rare, but it does happen.”

“See?” Leda squeezed his hand again. “Your mutant seed.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He chuckled and leaned over to brush her lips with hers. “You weren’t saying that at the time, you know.”

“Well… I didn't say it was a bad thing.”

The tech laughed softly with them. “Do you want to know the sex of your babies?”

Thorin looked over at her. “Absolutely.”

The tech turned to Leda. “Mom?”

She nodded. “We do.” 

“Okay. Let’s see…” 

Thorin couldn’t deny the butterflies in his stomach, or the fact that he was pretty sure he’d just fallen in love with Leda all over again as she pulled his hand to her lips. He reached for her with his free hand, smoothing it along her hair as he murmured, “Two kids in one shot, amrâlimê.”

“Okay, here we go… now, remember, this isn’t on hundred percent accurate, but it looks like you are having twin boys, Leda.”

“Three Durin men?” Leda groaned with a laugh. “I am doomed and the girls of Sidleburg won’t know what hit them.”

“Two boys,” Thorin murmured, still staring at the screen. As his eyes adjusted to the images, he could see an arm. And a hand. 

One of his sons was sucking his thumb.

His eyes misted over and he didn't give a damn. One of his sons. One of their sons. He gazed down at Leda again, only to find her watching the screen with the same look he was pretty sure he had. Disbelief. Awe. Love. 

He swept his thumb along her forehead and leaned over without thinking to brush her lips with his, whispering, “Maralmizi.”

Her fingers tightened about his. “Maralmizu.”

#Richard Armitage #The Hobbit #Thorin Oakenshield #Hobbit Fic #Hobbit Fanfic #Fan fiction #The Hobbit fan fiction #Thorin x OC #AU #Thorin Fic #Is it hot in here? #Romance #Modern AU #Pub AU

[notesfromthepalace]

Let's Talk About It

I have always felt like I empathized with young women, especially young women of color, when it comes to their bodies being hyper sexualized - then to be vilified by the church. But it wasn't until recently where I truly felt the heat of being attacked simply for being an attractive young woman. To continue, I have also never been so disappointed in an older woman in my life. A continued prayer I have for myself for 20-30 years+ from now is stay in tune with my body and femininity, and to not be intimidated by younger women - at that point in life I just want to continue to be a bad gyal with my future husband and attend my future child's piano recitals and graduations.

I am well aware that I am a curvy girl (body looking good - waist small with the Coca-Cola bottle shape). So I know that there is a difference between someone who is skinny with no curves and me wearing a fitted dress - I look better, but it will compliment my shape more since I have one. But the idea that because I am curvy I NEED to wear larger clothing, like no - absolutely not.

I received a text message from a woman at my church saying she loves me and that everything she says comes from a place of love. Lies.

She said two things to me that really struck a nerve, but the last comment is graver than the first.

She said "you sit in the second row close to the ministers and preachers, and you should wear looser clothes". For context, I used to sit in the middle and she asked me to sit up there with her. It low-key feels like a set up.

But the second statement chilllllle, "I hope you learn what your worth is". So I'm going to list all of my thoughts of where I think these two statements came from:

I think she is intimidated by a young new women who is feminine, attractive and obviously well put together because she definitely told she me loves the fashions over here.

2. Last Sunday I took the time to look around, and I'm the only single and womanly looking woman around my age (that is a conversation for another day; But for the most part, the ladies in the church are in their thirties and beyond, and most likely married) while she's in her fifties and single - maybe looking for a man there but I'm not!

3. She's trying to make me dim my light so she can shine. I say this humbly, but no matter where I walk into, I'm a show stopper. It's how I walk, my allure, grace, confidence, my feminine energy -

that CAN'T be bought.

She's upset that I posses what she's been searching for her entire life

- confidence in ONE'S SELF. I believe I'm a goddess,

that's why I don't partake in certain activities or conversations, they're just way below the altitude I'm at right now

4. She's projecting. Again for context, she has said that she was a teen mom, has been married and divorced more than once, and was giving herself - mind, body and soul to men because she didn't know her self-worth, and I wonder if she does now.

I have met countless women like her before, projecting their own insecurities because they don't love themselves. Do the WORK! Read about self love and adoration, read about being more feminine for yourself and your partner (that's important too, again another story for another day), teach yourself how to love yourself! Treat yourself how you would like to be treated.

Final point: although this was about church hurt, this last point applies to any place you happen to step your feet in. If you are at church, work, someone's birthday party, etc, if someone comes out of their way to say something to you about your appearance, they weren't there for the event or the experience. To go further, humbly, you're out shining whoever thought they were the Queen of the Court, so go you sis!

Always with love and Grace,

Sarah Chanel <3

#black women #black women in femininity #black women in leisure #black women in luxury #black women fashion #pretty girl

[roses-stardustandhoney]

I know you don't think of me and, obviously, I'm still thinking of you, the sky still exists. Missing everything I built up in my head. Wondering about the opportunities you gave me to act upon my feelings. Your birthday party and all the nights watching Killing Eve (especially that One) which I'm sure you don't remember and if you do, definitely don't dwell on. I did what you did. Spent a year in a completely different city/state for work with no support system. It was one of the hardest experiences of my life so far and I'm sorry for minimizing that.

I'm glad you're not as active here, initially I was checking every other day to see if you would post about me. Now it's every few months.

I don't have much to say. Other than, while you are irreplaceable, I've found others who understand me the way you did. Other women who will send me silly videos and watch gay shit with me. I'm still learning how to live without being obsessed with you. I'm still living and loving. I hope life is treating you better than it was.

It’s not fair to assume I never think of you. I still have the letter you sent me, I have no intention of ever getting rid of it. I know our relationship was complicated and low key fucked up but that doesn’t mean that I don’t still think of you or that I don’t miss you on occasion. I won’t lie, everything in my life, as always, I’m sure you’ll remember, is a complete and constant shit show, so you’re not always in the for front of my mind but I look you up on Facebook sometimes to see how you’re doing. I saw that you had moved away for work and I wondered how hard that must’ve been for you. I watched all of the last season of killing Eve as it aired to spite you, to prove I didn’t need you to watch it as it came out but it wasn’t the same without you. I care about you a lot and when we stopped talking I really didn’t have anyone, it was really hard, you were not someone I ever thought I’d loose. I know you started hanging out with that cunt who hates me and my partner after we stopped talking, that felt more like a betrayal than anything else I went through with all my so called friends of the time. I’ve thought about reaching out a few times but you know how I hate to be perceived as vulnerable or really anything other than a rage filled demon. I couldn’t have my regrets, on any level, getting back to the people who consider themselves victims, who sit on the sidelines waiting to hear anything about my undoing. So after my first obvious attempt at reaching out, even if it was malicious then, I decided it wasn’t a good idea to try again, based on your cleverly hurtful reuse of my response to your previous message like this. The only reason I even leave my anonymous messages on, on this hellsite, or check them at all is cause I hoped to hear from you again. You’re the only person who’s ever anonymously messaged me on here at all, darling. I’d say I’d add you back on Facebook but I literally can’t rn cause I can’t get into my Facebook at all for some reason that I have not been told and can’t figure out. I don’t have your number anymore either cause I’m the kind of person who tries to leave no temptation for myself after loosing someone I care about. At this point all I can hope is that you see this and message me back cause I’m also pretty sure you changed your url on here, so I have no way of finding you. I miss being able to send you stupid videos and talk about gay stuff too. I don’t know if I’ll ever understand why you’re obsessed with me, I’m out right mean and selfish, and not really even remarkable in any way. I’m just a woman who’s trying her hardest to survive and that’s all I’ve really ever been. But that doesn’t change the fact that I’m happy to hear from you. Maybe we can find each other again.

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Another crossover ish unexpected dream

Unexpected dream which I did not expect to like so much that I keep thinking about it the whole day

It started with my friend texting me to hangout with her and she said she had a date for me which I was going to love. Now let's name this friend Ashley.

Ashley was in the car waiting for me and the person who was driving the car was Crush. Now I've never liked crush itna ki I started dreaming about him so this is the unexpected part of the dream.

I was taken back a bit but i didn't show it. Ashley made me sit on the passenger side. And like a low key third wheeled the date but not really she kind of left us alone as soon as we reached a street market food carnival kind of a place.

I was not sure how I ended up on a date with Crush.

But Ashley did say this to me before leaving that he was eager to meet me and spend time with me. (Clearly only in dreams will this happen to me)

I was like okay let's just try and get to know him kind of 😅 We parked the car and like got out. I was wearing very casual jeans and a cute top.

Also before leaving the house I did joke and say to my mom that Ashley found you a son in law and I'm going to meet him.

Now at the market place there was so much going on so many food stalls, games and so much. He was a true gentleman throughout like proper men written by women gentlemen. I was in love with the way he treated me. Constantly asking if I wanted to eat or try this literally feeding me whatever snacks he bought. I was going with the flow during this time. Trying to enjoy but also figure out what is going on.

Then slowly he tried to get close to me during this time. He tried to naturally hold my hand. He was trying to keep me close to him most of the time because of the crowd. I didn't mind because I didn't want to get lost in this since I didn't know how we would find each other if we did lose each other  we hadn't exchanged contacts or anything yet.

So crushs perspective was that he had already had in his mind that this is my next girlfriend and I'm gonna win her and that's why so much effort and everything this is found out from Ashley after the date was done.

We enjoyed the carnival. Then we decided we should get going and there was a place nearby that was famous for  juice and smoothies to try so we decided to go there and Ashely joined and when crush went to get the juices is when Ashley told me about how serious he was.

I was like dude we just met how am I supposed to process all of this in a few hours that we've met.

She told me he plans to take me home since he has a get together planned with his friends tonight and wants to introduce them to me. I was holy shit no way. He just came back with our juices and Ashley took the cue and left with a drink and said she is going home.

Apparently this was planned between Crush and Ashley.

So me being the anti social anxious person I'm worried didn't show it but was like how and wtf am I going to do now. This is even speedier than any of the arranged marriages that have happened in my family.

I tried to calm myself while drinking the juice. Look the guy isn't bad so far. He is putting efforts and first impressions are absolutely chefs kiss. Why not give it a try I mean zyada se zyada heartbreak hoga toh dekh lengay.

So he cautiously suggested that he was having a small get together with his friends it was Friday night . He said I really want you to come and meet them and continue our date there as well. And i agreed to go but I told him I will leave if I want to go home I won't stay long. He said yes that's fine I will drop you back home just come at least you'll enjoy it.

We were driving to his house and all this time in my head I was like what if he murdered me in his house how am I supposed to fight this tall guy. As there is music playing in the car but then i realised Ashley knows it so they will find my body that's not a problem.

We reached his home some of his friends were already there. He had a really nice house with a spacious living room and I think it was 2 or 3 bedrooms not sure.

So the guests at the party were Joy, Chanyeol, Taeyeon Tiffany from GG, Kai,  Jessi, Hyuna Dawn, this is all the people I interacted with like hi hello ones and a lot of other people.

I was especially surprised when I saw Joy and realised shit isn't that his ex gf. And then everything started running. Why did they break up? Is he alright ? Wait why is he trying to be with me ? Did i have a hand in their break up ?

So he wasn't around Joy came and said hi I asked her directly wait did you guys break up ? And she simply answered that I wanted an open relationship so we decided to separate. He didn't like the idea and this was when he went to the army. Like in between she might have suggested this idea and they broke up while he was serving. As you may or may not know Crush also came out this year out of the army so it makes sense.

And she was quite nice actually interacting and everything was pretty normal.

Then I was sitting on the sofa and he came with a drink and sat next to me and was like holding my hand and wouldn't let me go bro. And it felt so real in the dream the skin shops

He was very affectionate throughout the whole date we had. He was very cuddly too. After sometime the crowd died down. There were only a few people left and i didn't leave to go home because I was actually chilling there with him by my side. Not gonna lie it was quite comfy. Then someone decided to put on a movie. It was a Runaway bride and I love Julia's roberts so I was a  chilling man.

He saw how comfy i was and enjoying the movie so he pulled me even closer to him and was cuddling me and i was dying a little but the uff felt so secure. Then my hand was already intertwined in his hand. I remember it very vividly it was my left hand and he was kissing it with his lips and soft kisses and honestly felt so real in the dream. I looked at him and his eyes were focused on tv but his hand and mouth were doing something else.

His friends were around so I felt embarrassed and shy but he didn't and they also weren't fazed by it. My heart was honestly doing backflips as this was happening. It was beating crazy when he pulled me closer to him and then backflips.

During this whole time at his place i had not even looked at my phone once.

Now the weird thing starts when his family starts coming in.

Mom dad sister this is what the characters were in my dream. Parents didn't care very chill.His mom even smiled at me and said so you are Foram. I tried to be civil and get up and greet her and talk to her but this fool didn't let me. Said hello to his sister his dad just smiled and left. I was so so so embarrassed at this point. I personally am not a fan of PDA and this happening in front of his parents was even more like i wanted to hide somewhere and never show my face. I asked him what he has told everyone about me for them to be okay with all this.

He said he's been trying to get with me for months now and everyone that's close to him knows my name and face. He showed everyone my photos. I was shocked. He said he heard about me from Ashley and she talked me a lot and he kind of was looking for a girl like me (🤣🤣🤣) and then he asked Ashley for help and she said it's not easy Foram is not like every girl she is different 😏 she doesn't play around. 😌

He said I don't wanna play i want something real and i was just like why does this sound so much like a Wattpad story. But I ignored it. Was still cuddling him like before.

Cut to idk how when and why but my uncle happens to visit his home and he saw us in the position that we were in and omg the way I freaked out and jumped.

(So my uncle and crush dad were some kind of business related customer and supplier relation.)

I freaked out because we are a conservative family and like my mom's side of the family they have a lot of temper dude. So I was scared of his reaction and I knew he was gonna instantly call my mom like my dad I could at least talk to and reasons for it a little. My sister would too try to understand and talk to me. I literally started crying and was like uncle it's not what it looks like. He started saying do you realise what you are doing. He is not from our caste. You guys are not kids.What the hell are you doing here at this hour. His parents didn't interrupt here. Crush was just standing by my side I told him not to say a word otherwise it's done for.

I told him he was not trying to do anything please understand this and his parents know and he wants to be with me. I was crying cause I was scared he would call my mom and she would flip out that's all not because of what would happen to crush and me lol.

As I was trying to explain this in my head I was like but my parents already know I have a liking and taste in Korean and Asian man it's not gonna be as bad as it looks and I also told her I was kind of going on a date as I left. So like there is not a bad point for me here. I tried to reason with him as he was trying to call my mom I said mom knows I told her I was going out with a guy when I left which technically I did say Ashley found her a son in law.

Then Crush interrupted I'm going to drop her home please don't worry and he pulled my hand and took me out and we left. He saw me sobbing and was like don't worry nothing will happen I'm here.

Usko kya pata meri mummy ka gussa yaar.

She is going to throw belan at me and whop my ass  I was like yeah but still I was really caught off-guard there.

We were in the lift going down and was trying to wipe my tears. And he suddenly brought his face close to mine and started kissing me and i kissed back. I then pulled away and told him we should go. We sat in his car and left for home and he kept on holding my hand while driving me home. And I woke up.

Luckily I didn't have to deal With consequences 😌

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rant number2

I've been very very lonely very lonely. I don't see my friends enough I don't even really feel like anyone actually likes me I feel like I'm a problem in the world. I also broke up with my boyfriend 8 months ago because he made some racist comments for getting that he sticks his dick in a black and brown girl. And that made me really sad because that always seems to be the issue with the reasons why I break up with most of my boyfriends because they're low-key racist.

I'd like to think I have a fantastic personality my brain is filled with lots of knowledge skills and facts and movies and shows and books but no one finds me interesting. People tell me that I'm intimidating wow what a fucking great compliment that makes me feel fantastic. I am a woman and I just want to be treated as a woman I want to be told that I'm beautiful I want somebody to be like hey babe I was thinking about you I bought you flowers hey there's this really cool restaurant would you like to go check it out hey I saw this today and I thought you would like it I bought it for you. Hey I know you like to just go sit on the beach and paddle board so I rented a some paddle boards. But no I am single I have no prospects no one finds me interesting and it comes to a point where you start questioning your own existence.

I have body dysmorphia so the first thing I question is oh my God I'm fat and disgusting ew look at the stretch marks on my belly that came out of nowhere I never even have children it's kind of embarrassing. Oh maybe because I don't shave my arms and I look like a hairy beast oh maybe it's my nose I'm not your your your eurocentric kind of looking girl. And I know that most people don't care about that shit that's just shit that's in my head from growing up in the early 2000s in a shitty world. And the only man who are attracted to me are either over 60 who think I'm going to be there perfect little pretty house wife that keeps my mouth shut or they're 25 years old and makes me feel like an old behemoth in my thirties who can't find anyone in her age group to date because they all have that early 2000s mentality where they have this like perfect girl in their minds that's like their mom with the worst expectations in women and I can't even deal with having a conversation with them. I'm Literally in fucking limbo.

my worst fear is having a relationship with someone who's exactly like my dad who's literally the worst human being I have ever met and I've met some shitty ones in my time. I would rather die old and single although it would be wonderful to have someone to do things with while all my friends around me are getting married having kids moving in with boyfriends making milestones and I'm like a kid still living with my parents in my thirties with four cats. I'm a fucking stereotype. I'm feeling defective like there's something wrong with me. I'm really pushed for my two friends to start dating and now I'm just a fucking fart in the wind no one calls me they act like I live this extremely busy life when really I just go to work and come home but the both of them are consistently texting smelling each other's farts live together but they can't go out to dinner with me and their other roommate who were all friends with great job. My friend also won't go to the beach with us anymore or water parks or adventures go with their boyfriend and leave the rest of us home. In fact They went to the Renaissance Fair and didn't even tell me so I could request off and go and I've never been a little really have the worst people in my life

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