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skamenglishsubs · 2 years

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Subtext and Culture, Young Royals, Season 2, Episode 4

This episode picks up immediately after the previous one, Felice has fled Wilhelm's room and he's panicking...

Subtext: Not sure if he writes that to reassure Felice, or himself. Or maybe both?

Subtext: Either way, Henry totally snitched. Maybe he just told Walter, who then snitched, but no matter, the secret is out, and now everyone knows.

Subtext: Since Sara has never dated or even pursued a guy before, she's completely clueless on how it's done, and doesn't really understand sexting emojis. I use Urban Dictionary to figure out what the dang kids these days are talking about, and 🍑 means booty! You're welcome. This is an educational Tumblr after all.

Subtext: This episode is littered with hints about Stella's sexuality, and it's kinda telling that she's a lot less bothered about others seeing her make out with Fredrika.

Culture: It totally is. Sweden has imported a couple of retail holidays from the US, Valentine's is one, but it wasn't really a thing until the 90's, and it's pretty watered down compared to that. There's a lost in translation here as well, because in Sweden the day is called Alla Hjärtans Dag - All Hearts' Day, but the Hillerska tradition is called Valentindagen, which literally means Valentine's Day, which is not the same thing as the retail holiday.

Subtext: Oh look, it's the Theme™ rearing its ugly head again! Instead of examining crappy traditions, the students are just perpetuating them mindlessly. That everyone was "a bit sexist" in the 1700's is no excuse to keep the bad parts of this tradition.

Subtext: To the other girls, Marie Antoinette is seen as a positive example of the time period because of the ostentatiousness and nobility, but Sara doesn't quite make the same association, and only remembers her for being decapitated during the French Revolution.

Subtext: She lied, like a liar.

Subtext: Walter's slightly desperate strategy also applies to Wilhelm. If Simon says no, Wilhelm has no plan B.

Subtext: Oh look, the Theme™. We're on a roll here!

Subtext: The chant that Walter starts goes "Alla är lika mycket värda" in Swedish, which is sort of how the Universal Declaration of Human Rights start in its Swedish version. This egalitarian phrase pops up in tons of places and mission statements where people and organizations want to emphasize human rights, and is very familiar to most Swedes. But then the chant continues about how only very few people are allowed into Forest Ridge, making a mockery of the implied equality. Because of course these rich assholes think they have more worth than everyone else.

Subtext: Earlier I reblogged a great post by @randomsmilingpotatoes about how this season shows us easier, simpler relationship alternatives for both Wilhelm and Simon. This scene is one example of that, because it shows that if Wilhelm had been straight and going after the other rich girls at school, all the Forest Ridge boys would have celebrated him, included him in their fellowship, and cheered him on in his "conquests". Everyone knows he had a thing with Simon, but because he's a boy, and not rich, they're not celebrating Wilhelm for that.

Subtext: As usual when Simon feels hurt by Wilhelm's actions, he reactively reaches out to Marcus.

Subtext: Marcus comes to the rescue and treats Simon to a lunch that is more appropriate to their social class, they're having pizza on the hood of his car. This is another example of how a relationship with Marcus would be simpler for Simon, here he doesn't have to mind his table manners unlike at the formal luncheons at Forest Ridge where he'll always be an outsider.

Blink-and-you-miss-it: Of course Marcus has a Wunderbaum air freshener hanging in the rear-view mirror, like the low-brow pleb he is. I, on the other hand, am a man of high class and refined tastes, so I have a Pusheen air freshener in my car instead. Om nom nom ice cream.

Subtext: Yes Marcus, that is exactly what Simon wants to do.

Blink-and-you-miss-it: I'm cackling with laughter at Sara's expression as she tries - and fails - to take some sexy selfies.

Blink-and-you-miss-it: Whoops, can't have a horse plushie in the sexy selfie, so she quickly throws it to the floor before continuing.

Culture: They're playing Spökboll, a Swedish version of Dodgeball, and a staple of many a gym class. Also, angry, jealous Simon has great aim!

Blink-and-you-miss-it: Simon's eyes are up here, Wilhelm. Stop ogling his body.

Subtext: In Simon's defence, it was Marcus who surprised him with that kiss, it wasn't exactly mutual. Wilhelm doesn't know how much Simon is actually struggling with moving on, but Simon isn't dispelling the notion either.

Subtext: Previously, the Queen emphasized how anyone dating Wilhelm has to deal with his position, and later in this episode both Felice and Nils will say the same thing. This is the point where Wilhelm realizes that maybe it'll never work out with Simon if this is non-negotiable on his part, because Wilhelm can't stop being a prince. And since Wilhelm walks out of the argument, Simon realizes at this point that he maybe went too far, Wilhelm might actually move on after this.

Blink-and-you-miss-it: Wilhelm makes a hilarious puppy face when asking Felice to forgive him. Her calling him out on his enormous selfishness was pretty satisfying though, and well earned!

Subtext: And again, yet another example of easier alternatives for Wilhelm. There's no shortage of people who would want to date him because he is a prince, unlike Simon who is doing the opposite, making that relationship much more difficult.

Culture: Traditionally, there are fourteen lines in a sonnet. Each line also needs to be in iambic pentameter, and the whole thing needs to conform to a rhyme scheme. The most well known composer of sonnets was William Shakespeare, who mostly used the ABAB CDCD EFEF GG rhyme scheme.

Blink-and-you-miss-it: Vincent never misses a chance to put down the other boys, and I can't help but laugh.

Subtext: This episode really piles on the relationship alternatives, and here comes Nils with his suggestion: Keep everything on the down-low. Be gay, but discreetly. Hook up with guys, quietly. Go to private, upper-class gay parties at some exclusive ski resort in Switzerland, and meet guys who in the same situation and that can keep quiet. You don't have to be out and proud, no-one needs to know.

Lost in translation: Nils uses "gay" here, which in Swedish has a less strict meaning than the English word gay, where it usually only refers to a homosexual man. In Swedish though it can mean "not straight", so who knows how Nils identifies.

Culture: Tim Cook, the CEO of Apple, isn't high profile enough for you, Nils? But he has a point, it's rare for people in that position to be out and open about it.

Culture: He's not wrong, it would be world news. I don't think there's any immediate family in the line of succession in any European monarchy that is openly queer. However, there's currently over 30 royal kids throughout Europe that are Gen Z or younger, the odds of every single one of them being straight is pretty much zero, so there's a chance that we'll actually see this in real life soon. Fingers crossed! 🤞🤞

Cinematography: Not content with dropping hints about Stella any longer, the show implicitly tells us that she wrote the poem to Fredrika by focusing on her face and her reaction.

Subtext: ...and follows it up with more hints in her dialogue.

Subtext: August has no qualms about standing naked in front of the window, with the curtains open. He doesn't need to hide his relationship with Sara, if someone were to spy on him, he'd be celebrated by the other guys instead.

Subtext: Even though August started the episode in a great mood after having the meeting with the Queen, here the trap of royal duty begins to close around him, and he realizes that it's not all positive. If he's going to be the spare, the royal court needs to control his future as well. Ten years sure sounds like a prison sentence.

Subtext: No, he lied, like a liar.

Subtext: As if the show hasn't already used Jan-Olof as a personification of systemic homophobia, here it's made explicit. The court needs for August to be straight, otherwise their backup plan might not work either.

Subtext: For Sara, this is possibly something she's heard her dad promise before, and that didn't turn out so well.

Subtext: Sara makes up an excuse for not going with August to the ball, but the real reason is because of loyalty, she promised the girls to go with them. She's also dating her best friend's ex behind her back, which is pretty disloyal as well.

Subtext: Felice is talking about Wilhelm, but now that Sara knows that August is Wilhelm's spare and a future royal, this suddenly applies to her too.

Subtext: Felice is loyal to her friends, which is why she turned Wilhelm down.

Blink-and-you-miss-it: Vincent being his usual hilarious horrible self.

Culture: In Sweden, the drinking age is 18, so only the third-year students are allowed to legally drink. But since this is an official party for the entire school, the staff can't serve alcohol to the kids, which is why a lot of them are pre-gaming in the dorms.

Subtext: For August, dressing up as a noble is something he enjoys. He's always wanted more status, and now that he's Wilhelm's spare he's got it.

Subtext: ...while Wilhelm hates it, he hates having to dress up and play the part, because it's that exact thing that is stopping him from having a relationship with Simon. But at this point he's pretty much resigned himself to his fate, so he puts on the makeup and the dress, playing the part of a real prince, crying while doing so.

Subtext: August is normally a pretty confident guy, but here we see him being insecure and anxious for the first time, because he's actually in love with Sara and is afraid of fucking up his carefully planned classy little pre-party champagne date with her.

Lost in translation: Sara writes "Vi kan inte ses mer", which means "We can't see each other any more", which is actually kind of a break-up message. But the English subtitles make it seem like she's just standing him up for this one party.

Subtext: Simon was planning to only do his performance and skip the rest of the party, because he knew Wilhelm would be there. But now that Marcus shows up, ready to go to the party for Simon's sake, he changes his mind.

Subtext: The fish do have names, it's just that Simon associates that with a very happy memory of Wilhelm, and he's clearly thinking of that here.

Culture: We need to have a small intermission here, talking about the theme for the masquerade ball, and how this relates to the show.

In the early 1700's in Sweden, despite early successes defending Sweden on the battlefield against Denmark-Norway, the young king Karl XII embarked on a disastrous campaign against Russia that ended in defeat and weakened the military. On his return to Sweden he started a new campaign against Norway, but died in battle there soon after in 1718, which pretty much led to the end of the era of the Swedish Empire that had started a hundred years earlier.

These defeats and loss of military power made the monarchy pretty unpopular among the people, so when queen Ulrika Eleonora took over the throne after her childless brother, she was forced to give up a lot of power to parliament, and no longer had the unchecked power to rule over the country. The early to mid 1700's was also the time when the Age of Enlightenment swept over Europe, and philosophers like Voltaire and Rousseau spread ideals of liberty and equality and brotherhood, which in France ultimately resulted in the bloody French Revolution at the end of the century.

But In Sweden, these ideas led to the Age of Liberty, an era marked by rationality and science and civil rights, and Sweden started progressing into a proper constitutional monarchy, ruled by law instead of the whims of the current king or queen. However, parliament became more and more unstable, and in 1772 the newly crowned king Gustav III seized power from parliament in a coup, rolled back many of the recent changes, and restored the absolute monarchy.

And that's the dude in the painting above, sitting on the left, together with his two brothers, Prince Fredrik Adolf, and Prince Karl. This time period is the theme of the ball, and all the kids are wearing similar clothes; French fashion from the late 1700's, powdered wigs, cravats, tricorne hats, pearls and all. Because of course an upper-class school like Hillerska would rather celebrate a period marked by a strong monarchy and absolute rule, rather than that egalitarian wishy-washy nonsense of the earlier era.

In further parallels to the show, Gustav III was probably gay, had gay lovers among the nobility, and might not have been the biological father of his children, due to difficulties *ahem* performing the necessary act with his spouse, Queen Sofia Magdalena.

The king was a huge supporter of culture and arts, and under his rule, Sweden got its first opera house, its first ballet company, and a proper drama theatre, all of which are still in operation today. The king even wrote several plays and a few operas himself, and spent a lot of time directing these plays as well. However, him spending more time on his hobbies than actually ruling the country, combined with certain political reforms he pushed through, made him deeply unpopular among the nobility. So unpopular in fact that several nobles got together in a conspiracy to assassinate him. The king was shot at a masquerade ball in 1792 and died of the complications two weeks later.

All the conspirators were caught, the man who pulled the trigger, Jacob Johan Anckarström, was executed for treason, and a number of co-conspirators were either jailed or exiled. One of the leading co-conspirators' name was, and I shit you not, Claes Fredrik Horn. What's August's last name in the show again?

This lesson about queer Swedish kings in history is now over, back to the show.

Blink-and-you-miss-it: An alternative to pre-gaming is to smuggle in alcohol to the party and spike your own drinks with it. Fredrika Stella hid a pocket flask in her dress.

Blink-and-you-miss-it: Stella is wearing a very anachronistic dollar-sign necklace. It does look fabulous, though!

Subtext: Is it better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all? Stella doesn't dare make that gamble, and is instead settling for the unfortunately very common queer trope of secretly pining for your straight best friend.

Subtext: Throughout the entire party, Simon makes it so obvious that he's not into Marcus, and is just using him to make Wilhelm jealous.

Subtext: Marcus is pretty oblivious though, and he can't wait to get the hell out of this place, he's not comfortable, he wanted a quiet date-night at home with Simon, but this was the only way he could get Simon to spend the night with him.

Subtext: Throughout this not-really-relationship, Marcus has insisted on setting the pace, and here he does it again. He has now decided that they should have sex, which is why he showed up to this thing in the first place, and is nagging Simon to sleep at his place, while completely ignoring all the signs that Simon is on a completely different page.

Subtext: Alexander is completely in the dark here, he thinks Wilhelm and Felice was a serious thing, and he thinks that August still has feelings for Felice.

Subtext: August is pissed about being stood up by Sara, so he reverts to his usual scheming self. Planning the downfall of the king at a masquerade ball? Didn't I just write about something like that a few sections ago?

Culture: The tall thing in the middle of the table is called a Krokan in Swedish, which is more of a decorative almond cookie thing than a cake. The pink marzipan cake is called an Operatårta, which is a pink variation of the even more classic green Swedish princess cake. If you live near an IKEA, you can usually find mini versions of these in their restaurant.

Subtext: It's kinda ironic that Marcus has more in common with Wilhelm than Simon, but what does Simon and Marcus have in common, really? They clearly have completely opposite tastes.

Cinematography: Out at the party the lighting is pink and warm and romantic, but in the kitchen there's a sickly fluorescent glow instead, and it's filled with modern things that completely clash with the theme of the party. Wilhelm tried putting on a show, but as soon as Simon is out of sight, he throws away his cake and escapes the fake dressed-up environment by going into the kitchen, where we see his real feelings.

Subtext: It was at this exact moment Simon realized that he had fucked up. His attempts at making Wilhelm jealous has completely backfired, and Wilhelm is now finally letting go, just like he has been preparing himself for the entire episode.

Cinematography: Unlike the first season which featured cute moments between the two of them in almost every episode, this season started with a fakeout dream scene, and has since then withheld moments like this on purpose to build suspense.

We've been seeing both Wilhelm and Simon have intimate scenes with other characters, but there's been no chemistry, nothing in those scenes that make us want to root for those relationships.

But now it's time for the emotional payoff, and the show holds nothing back, it employs every single trick in its book to make us really feel this moment: The action is slowed way down, and all outside sounds disappear. The only thing we're hearing is their heavy breathing, just like in similar scenes in the first season, and the soundtrack switches to the [dreamy electronic music] used in the initial dream scene. The chemistry is insane, you can cut the tension with a knife, and you're all supposed to remember that this is why we're watching this show! This is why we're invested in this couple!

And then they kiss.

Can you breathe again? Do you need to take a cold shower? Alright, let's wrap this episode up. Yeah, yeah, Marcus interrupts the moment, and he sees Wilhelm, putting two and two together, who cares? They kissed! They finally kissed!

Subtext: The idea that no-one picks up on the fact that this song is totally about a lost love is hilarious, because it's so obvious to me. I have to squint and look at it sideways to imagine how it could possibly be about the school, not the other way around!

Subtext: Wilhelm is looking at Marcus at this line, because Simon got lost by trying to get together with Marcus, but just now found his way back "home" to Wilhelm again.

Subtext: He did remove the profanity and he did put Hillerska in there like the music teacher told him, so that everyone understands it's totally about the school! And not about Wilhelm, nuh-uh!

Subtext: In the same way that Simon's song is about his feelings for Wilhelm, afterwards the soundtrack switches to Beautiful Boy, which is about what Wilhelm is feeling for Simon, because in this moment he could really feel that Simon does love him after all. The way Simon is ignoring Marcus and only has eyes for Wilhelm might be a big fat hint as well.

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litwitlady · 4 years

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Cosmic Clowns, Part Six

The following Monday Alex is back in the office and things are much quieter. Liz and Maria have returned, but they are both so busy catching up on client emails that Alex doesn’t hear a peep from either of them.

He misses Michael.

Misses the way he’d wink hello. Or the incessant pounding of his hammer. The way he made Liz and Maria laugh so easily. The way a fresh, perfectly poured cup of coffee always appeared on his desk each morning.

So, Alex takes a lunch. For the first time in weeks. He ignores Liz’s knowing giggles as he walks past her desk. Ignores the way she gleefully shouts, ‘Tell Mikey we said hello!’

The noon sky is bright and crystal clear. As Alex rounds the corner of the Crashdown, he spots Michael up a ladder. He’s in nothing but a black tank top, arms flexing as he stretches across to paint the store’s wood paneling. Alex decides to watch a while – enjoying the view. It’s something he realizes he gets to do now – ogle his maybe one day boyfriend without a hint of fear or shame.

‘Would you mind handing me the roller?’ Michael winks down at him, pointing at the small roller resting against an unopened paint can.

Alex blushes, but reaches up to pass the roller to him. Michael lets his fingertips accidentally tiptoe lightly across Alex’s wrist before grabbing the roller and returning to his task, smiling smugly to himself.

Just that slight contact sends Alex’s head spinning, toes curling. He undoes the top button on his dress shirt and swallows. ‘How’s the new gig going?’

‘Can’t complain. Arturo’s a pretty cool boss. Although, not as hot as the last one. Less distracting, though.’ He finishes coating all the wood he can reach and climbs down to reset the ladder. He shifts into Alex’s space suddenly. Pauses. Licks his bottom lip. ‘Can I kiss you hello? On the cheek?’

Alex inhales sharply and nods. Michael presses his palm into Alex’s right cheek and his lips into the other, lingering there for so long Alex’s knees start to feel like putty.

‘So, this must be the famous Alex Manes.’

Alex jumps back at the sound of his name. A tall, lithe blonde has joined them, sunglasses perched on top of her head and arms crossed over her chest. ‘I’m Isobel – the sister. Don’t know if you remember me from high school or not.’

She extends her hand and Alex shakes it, switching into business mode. ‘You were hard to miss.’

Michael chuckles and Isobel grins, shoving her brother playfully. ‘I’ll take that as a compliment. Have you asked him yet, Michael?’

‘Asked me what?’ Alex takes a couple of steps back, needing the space. He hadn’t been prepared to meet or be reintroduced to any of Michael’s family so soon.

‘Oh, ah, we were thinking about going to the Chavez County fair tomorrow night. Thought you might like to go. Isobel is taking Maria.’ Isobel smiles fondly at the mention of Maria, eyes going a bit dreamy.

Michael bumps Alex with this shoulder. ‘You, me, and the top of the Ferris wheel seems like a pretty good night. Yeah?’

Alex looks back and forth between the siblings, both of them grinning at him and expecting him to say yes. So, he does. ‘I’d love to.’

‘Yay!’ Isobel claps her hands and leans over to kiss Michael on the cheek. ‘I’m off to a charity luncheon, but I’ll see you tonight. Nice seeing you again, Alex. Looking forward to tomorrow.’ With a wave and a wink, she’s gone.

‘Wow, she’s –‘

‘Intense. I know. But I love her. And she’s been through a lot.’ His eyes darken briefly, and Alex recalls the mysterious death of her husband, Noah Bracken, a couple of years back. ‘You got kind of bombarded there. So, if you don’t want to go to the fair just let me know.’

‘I do want to go. Really. I need to make sure my neighbor can dog-sit, though. So, I’ll call you later tonight to confirm.’ Michael smiles at him and nods. And Alex wants to kiss him. On the mouth this time. But some rope around his heart keeps tugging at him – keeping him from reaching out for the things that he wants. And so, he gestures towards the diner instead. ‘I better go get lunch before my hour’s up. Liz and Maria will send out a search party if I’m late.’

‘Okay. I’m glad you crawled out of that dank, dark office for once. You look good with the sun on your skin.’ He takes two steps closer to Alex, hovering an inch from his mouth. ‘Tomorrow night I want to kiss you properly. You can choose the time and place – on top of the Ferris wheel, secretly in a dark corner of the funhouse, wide open in the middle of the fairway. Anywhere. So, while you’re figuring out your dog-sitting situation, maybe give that some thought, too.’

Alex can feel the blood rush across his cheeks as his face heats up. Michael pretends not to notice the effect he has and rebuttons Alex’s top button. He places his palms just over the top of Alex’s chest, eyes asking for permission. Alex feels himself nod, swaying towards Michael’s hands. The touch is gentle and slow, smoothing out the wrinkles in Alex’s shirt. But Michael lets his thumbs brush firmly against Alex’s nipples once and then twice, loving the tiny little exhale of breath Alex can’t hide.

And then Michael is gone. Half-way up the ladder before Alex even realizes. He stands there lost in a daze before realizing how silly he must look. Shaking his head, he waves goodbye to Michael and dips inside the Crashdown to order lunch. Flashes of carnival lights dancing in his eyes.

When he gets home, Alex heads straight for Natalie’s house. They exchange polite small talk and she agrees to watch Trix the next night. So later that night, he sits on his sofa, Trix’s head in his lap, and pulls out his phone. Dials Michael’s number.

‘Hey, sailor.’ His sounds sleepy.

Alex snorts. ‘I’m no sailor. Did I wake you up?’

‘Yeah, but I’m not complaining. Get a dog-sitter?’ He yawns into the speaker, humming in contentment and Alex wants nothing more than to drive to Michael’s house and crawl into bed beside him.

‘Yes. So, you can pick me up directly from work if you want. Maybe get dinner first – just the two of us?’ He holds his breath waiting for Michael’s answer.

‘Alexander Manes, are you asking me on a date?’

‘A do-over, actually. After I ruined our last dinner.’ He takes a deep breath and musters all the courage he possesses. ‘And I’d like you to kiss me goodnight. At my front door.’

He can hear the smile in Michael’s voice. ‘Delayed gratification. I like it. But you didn’t ruin our dinner. I loved our dinner.’

‘Well, I still think I can do better. So. I’ll see you tomorrow night.’ Alex can’t keep the grin out of his voice either. Or the butterflies out of his stomach.

‘Sweet dreams, Alex.’ They hang up the phone and neither one gets a wink of sleep that night.

#malex #malex fic #cosmic clowns cpa #the tension builds!#will they ever kiss properly?#who can say?#i can!#they will!

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moonstruckbucky · 5 years

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Come Over (2/7)

Summary: You’re new to New York City. Fresh out of post-grad and wanting a change of pace, and this change comes in more ways than one.

Pairing: Neighbor!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Chapter Warnings: None

Notes: Thank you everybody for the amazing feedback on the first chapter! I don’t think I’ve ever had that much response from the get go on a new series. Anyways, this part’s a bit longer. Feedback/comments/reblogs are always appreciated! ♥ P.S. - Not sure how many of you saw my recent post regarding tag lists but I figure I’d mention it here: I am not longer doing tag lists. Honestly the work to payoff ratio is so off there’s no point in my doing them anymore, coupled with the fact that Google docs is unreliable. More than half the people on these lists don’t interact with the stories they’re tagged for anyways, so I’m just not doing tag lists anymore. Please don’t ask me for tags.

Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Your first day at Stark Industries goes perfectly. Tony is a little ...out there for lack of better terminology, but overall he is the perfect boss—not too needy except in his caffeine addiction. He doesn’t go easy on you, firing off press conferences and meetings and so many other events at you in some funny attempt to get you to slip up. You surprise him by repeating each event, date and time included, in perfect chronological order. Behind his sunglasses, his dark eyebrows raise.

Your lunch is taken at your desk as you fill in your new planner with all the events Tony had given you. Your entire month of September seems to be filled to the brim with meetings you’re required to sit on, presentations of new tech, and luncheons with other big conglomerates in the industry. It’s overwhelming, but you didn’t plunge yourself into massive student debt for easy.

You even get a chance to meet a few of your coworkers when you step out for coffee for both you and Tony. Unsurprisingly, he takes it black with two sugars. A brunette woman and a tall man with glasses stand in front of you in the coffee shop on the bottom floor of the building, and when she notices you, she smiles and turns around to fully face you.

“You must be Tony’s new assistant,” she says. Returning her smile, you nod and throw out a hand.

“Y/N.”

“Wanda. And this is Vis, he works in Finance for Stark Industries.” The tall man smiles too and instead of shaking your hand, he kisses the back of it. Wanda giggles at the surprised look on your face and lightly slaps Vis in the chest.

“Vis, don’t scare the poor girl on her first day.”

The two of them step up to the counter and order, and Wanda waits while you do the same. She pulls you into a light conversation, asking how your first day is going, what it’s like so far working for Tony, where you moved from, and you answer them all easily. Wanda seems to be an easygoing person, one you look forward to getting to know better. Vis is quiet, but he interjects here and there for clarification on some things or to ask you questions of his own.

Wanda works in Marketing for the company, a huge duty in your opinion, but she seems to like the responsibility. She’s funny and sweet, and the three of you get into the elevator together once you all have your coffees. After exchanging numbers and a promise for a night out together soon, you part ways. Tony’s on the phone when you step into his office after knocking lightly with your knuckles, and he waves you in while telling the person on the other line just where he can shove “such a bullshit offer”.

Your face must show your slight shock at Tony’s mannerism because he smirks and accepts the coffee you hold out to him, downing half of it in a single gulp. He jiggles the cup idly.

“Sometimes you gotta play a little hardball. I’m expecting his call back in about, oh, twenty minutes,” he boasts, spinning on his heel to saunter over to the workstation set up in his office. “So, new blood, why me?”

You’re momentarily surprised by the question; most of your day had been spent following Tony around and scribbling down notes, and now you find yourself put on the spot by his suddenly asking about you. Mentally you fumble for an answer, your confidence a little wobbly after the surprise wears off.

“Where else am I going to be part of the greatest technology to ever exist?” is the response you settle on, if only to stroke Tony’s wild ego a bit. He grins cheekily and sips at his coffee.

“I like you,” he mutters, as if to himself.

He asks you a few more personal questions about yourself, questions that weren’t answered in the interview he regrettably, so he says, could not be present for. It feels rather odd having this kind of rapport with your boss, but it definitely doesn’t feel like a bad thing. Your previous employers only cared about your being on time and getting your work done, but Tony seems to take an honest interest in your schooling, your experiences, and where you see yourself headed in the future.

“Yikes,” he yelps when he checks the Stark Watch on his wrist. “I didn’t mean to keep you so long. I’m sure you have some work to finish up before you go home.”

He says it with an apologetic smile behind his sunglasses, and the responding smirk you send him feels natural.

“Of course, Mr. Stark—”

“Ah, ah, Tony, please. Mr. Stark makes me sound old and cynical.”

You snort. “Very well, Tony. If I don’t see you before I leave I’ll see you in the morning for our seven AM meeting with AIMTech.”

Winking quickly, you spin around and head back to your office, humming lowly but happily. Your first day at Stark Industries has gotten much better than expected and it puts a small spring in your step as you head back to your office. Office. You can’t even believe that as a personal assistant you’re entitled to an actual office as opposed to just a desk out in the open. But, from what you could gather from talking to Wanda, working for Stark Industries won’t feel like work at all.

You finish keying in changes and adjustments to Tony’s schedule that you’ve received via email. Fortunately, your meeting the next morning remains unchanged, but you feel secure in staying on top of everything. There’s a comfort and a calmness that comes with strict, almost obsessive organization for you. Things feel complete, in their proper places, and so you spend the last fifteen minutes of your work day organizing and reorganizing your desk in a fashion that seems most efficient and less hectic. Your planner is within easy reach, and your computer calendar is pinned to your taskbar. You feel good, at home here, where you can keep someone else’s life perfectly organized.

You take the subway home, earbuds shoved in your ears and streaming the latest episode to the My Favorite Murder podcast. Your feet are a little sore from your shoes, only slight relief when you shift your weight and readjust your feet inside them. The couch, a blanket, and some tea are desperately calling your name as you step off the subway and walking stiffly back to your apartment building. Your first real day in the city had been spent familiarizing and memorizing the routes to and from work so as not to be late for your first day. Now you know it perfectly and you greet the doorman to your building with a tired smile.

Your day was invigorating, but man, are you exhausted. Now that the pressure to be professional and keep focus is off, you allow your shoulders to drop with a sigh. The rickety elevator doors open with a squeak and you step inside and lean against the cool metal of the back wall.

Bucky is in the hallway when the doors open on your floor, looking like he’d just gotten home from work himself and on the phone. Your steps falter a little at the look on his face; it’s pinched, brows furrowed low over his eyes and jaw muscles jumping. You can’t hear him from the elevator where you wait, his voice is low and hurried and sharp. He’s arguing with someone, that much is obvious.

Carefully you step forward, acting as if you weren’t assessing him and his body language, and busy yourself with unlocking your door.

“Oh, hey.”

You look up and over at Bucky, who has ended his phone call apparently but still holds the device in his hand. His smile is faint, and you give him a small, tired one of your own.

“Hi Bucky. Long day?” He catches the quick glance you give his phone and huffs, shoves it roughly into his pocket as if he wants to forget to conversation that’s just taken place.

“Somethin’ like that. How about you? You look tired, doll.” You swallow at the pet name, the way it rolls off his tongue lighting something warm in your belly. It’s forgotten though when Bucky’s face brightens with realization. “Oh! Today was your first day with Stark wasn’t it? How’d it go?”

“It went very well actually. Tony Stark is...not who I imagined he’d be when I first applied to work for him. He’s better, but he’s definitely way more out there than I’d expected.”

The two of you shoot the shit back and forth for a few minutes longer, Bucky’s previous phone call nearly forgotten until it rings again and his face falls when he checks the caller ID. He wags his phone in the air as it continues to shriek.

“I should take this. Hey, um, maybe this weekend you can tell me all about your first week?” He looks shy when he asks, and it only serves to make your face flush crimson. “O-Only if you want to, that is. I’m sure you’re still trying to get settled in.”

“I’d love to,” you interject before he can go off on a nervous tangent. “Maybe you can come over for coffee and help me assemble some furniture?”

“Sure,” he replies softly and with a grin. He seems to have forgotten about his phone until its ringing shatters the small silence again, and he frowns. “I’ll see you, Y/N.”

“Bye Bucky.” You just get the words out before his door closes and the lock flips.

Sighing, you enter your own apartment and kick the heels off your feet, wiggle your toes to get some feeling back into them. Through the walls of your apartment, you can hear Bucky’s raised voice, though it’s still muffled enough that you can’t make out the words.

Truth is, you’ve heard Bucky arguing a lot the past few days. Despite only been here a week, you’ve come to enjoy having Bucky as a neighbor. He’s a tattoo artist, you’ve learned, which explains sometimes why he’s home or away at weird hours, and you’re not surprised to learn he designed his own tattoos. And aside from the recent conflict that seeps through your conjoined walls, he’s quiet and doesn’t do anything untoward that would have you calling the landlord. He says hi to you when he sees you in the hallway or at the mailbox, asks about your day, and goes on his merry way.

And because of all that you may have developed just a teensy crush on the guy, for which you’ve scolded yourself because how could you possibly like a guy you’ve known, barely, a week?

With a small grunt, you head to the kitchen for a hefty glass of much deserved wine.

Chapter Three

#bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky barnes neighbor au #neighbor au #neighbor!bucky

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justjessame · 3 years

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Avery Emerson Clay: Daddy's Little... Taser Zapper

Jake helped me undress, unwind, and take a very slow shower. Instead of waiting to talk it over after the shower, he brought it up while hosing off the first layers of dust.

“I know that I get pissed at sparring dummies because of those smug expressionless faces they have,” he offered, his fingers untangling my braid and working shampoo through the strands. “I mean where do they get off, with their no eye having asses?”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “Yeah, and they can’t even talk back.” I leaned back, letting the shower stream flow over my face, giving me a reprieve and cleaning it free of dust and sweat. When I straightened up, I opened my eyes to see him waiting, watching me carefully. “I was pissed off at my dad.” I considered those words, my words. “I AM pissed off at my dad.” I wasn’t seeing red, not right now, but Dad wasn’t in front of me, Jake was. And Jake was naked, so I was in a different frame of mind.

Jake reached around me for the soap and a washcloth he’d brought into the shower with us. Lathering the terry cloth up, he was taking the time to gauge his words, by the time the cloth was soapy and ready to touch my skin so was he. “Because of the Op?” He started at my shoulders and neck, since I’d managed to clear my face on my own. I relaxed into his ministrations, letting him take care of me while I explained why I was angry enough to lose my shit on an inanimate dummy.

I told him all the reasons I’d seen red, literally. Why I went off and beat the high holy fuck out of a dummy, getting stuffing all over myself and the gym and forcing him to come play babysitter.

“Babysitter?” His lips quirked into a smile at the term. “You think your mom called me to babysit you?” He’d finished washing all the parts of me that had been coated in stuffing, but that left some of my more personal parts untouched and neglected. Jake’s hands, which he’d been keeping carefully above the waist while we worked on my issues, started to slither lower, reminding me of Jake Jensen’s ability to prove he had game when the time was right. “I’m pretty damn sure that your mom would NEVER hire me as your babysitter, Avery.” He pulled lightly on my waist and then our mouths were together and I forgot all about Dad and the stupid Operation.

We were dressed and walking back to the kitchen for something to eat when I heard the reminder that we weren’t in a bubble without rage triggers. Jake’s fingers were still linked with mine, which probably helped keep the flare of anger from growing to a full roar.

“Avery Emerson,” did Daddy always greet me with my first and middle names? Was this a new thing or was it normal? “I heard that you made a mess in the gym.”

“Don’t worry,” I moved carefully to the refrigerator to pull one of Rose’s pre-made meals from the freezer to reheat for Jake and I. Good luck getting a meal out of me, Daddy Dearest. “I plan on cleaning it up right after Jake and I eat.”

Dad grunted and I read the instructions that Rose had taped to the container twice, just to allow myself extra time to ignore him. Preheating the oven meant that there would be time to kill, which in a Dadless kitchen could mean extra Jake nudity, but as I looked up from the stove I saw that Dad was in it for the long haul. Shit.

“I think that you and I still have a few things to iron out, Avery.” Don’t roll your eyes, don’t sigh, and don’t throw something heavy at him. Weakness, remember? I nodded and took a seat beside Jake, which had Dad’s eyes narrowing. “Your brother isn’t completely sure where this Max might make the move, which means that you are going to have to be more available.”

“More available?” I tilted my head. “Should I wear a sign that says ‘Take me, I’m bait’?” I was baiting my father, dangerous, but honestly, what the fuck? “I can’t go into GI more often, Dad, the court frowns on that, since it’s the ‘scene of the crime’ and all.” I was using air quotes. I was three beats from rolling my eyes. I was wondering where the fuck my mom was.

“You can go in if I send you in with documents,” loopholes, I nearly snorted. Dad was utilizing loopholes to get me kidnapped. “And we aren’t just thinking of GI.” I waited, thinking that I’d better not test him with another bout of daydreaming. “You jog at least twice a week off property, kick it up to three times.” Great, I hated to fucking jog. There was a reason I only did it twice a week. “Start shopping more. You’re an heiress, sweetheart, start acting the part.” Did I imagine the shift of his eyes to Jake when he called me an heiress? Was he actually playing the fucking class card? For fuck’s -

I felt Jake’s fingers tighten on my thigh so I didn’t speak, or at least I didn’t say what first came to mind, which shocked Daddy, I think. “Fine.” I exhaled, and nearly cheered when the stove announced that the oven was ready. “Let me get this put in the oven and we’ll hash out my new schedule.” I knew I sounded exactly like a child who just learned that they had piano lessons added when they hated the piano, but damn it, I really hated this entire fucking idea.

We ate, I gave in and gave Daddy a portion after he admitted that Mom had been called away to one of her charity luncheons. Clay and Aisha were off on their own, Pooch was in the pool house probably hooked up and connecting with his little family, and Cougar was doing whatever Cougar did when left to his own devices. It seemed that Daddy was given the task of putting Avery to rights. Yay.

“Shopping like a Hilton,” I muttered, once lunch was finished and I’d put the dishes in the dishwasher and Jake wiped up the crumbs. Dad had gone off to his home office while Jake was still with me. He wrapped his arms around me as I sighed and leaned back. We could look out over the pool and backyard, where puppies were relaxing and cats were sunbathing. “Jogging even when I hate sweating,” his chuckle ruffled my hair. “And errands into an office that I no longer have an office in, thanks to my temper.” My hands covered his and I was sorely tempted to leave the gym for tomorrow, but that wouldn’t work, because Rose would be back to work and she’d by some extra sense sniff out the mess and clean it up for me. “I have a mess to clean up.”

“WE have a mess to clean up,” Jake insisted, and took my hand and walked with me back to the scene of the massacre.

As we worked, vacuuming up the loose filler first, then sweeping up the crap that wasn’t easily gripped by the vacuum, I tried to understand my dad’s attitude. Why was he acting so weird about Clay being home, and bringing his team with him?

“And that bit about me being an HEIRESS?” I was shoving the larger bits of Mr. Sparsnomore into an industrial strength lawn and garden garbage bag as I muttered darkly about my dad’s shortcomings. “What was that all about?”

Jake snorted, causing my head to pop up and our eyes to meet over the length of the mat. When he saw my confusion he chuckled and shook his head, but I was no less confused. “You really don’t get it?” I shook my head right back at the broad shouldered dork. “How often do you have a guy you’re openly sleeping with staying in the house, Avery?” My eyes were narrowed at the question. The answer was rarely, if ever, but he didn’t wait for me to answer. “Better yet, a guy you tell your entire family you plan on having very aggressive sex with minutes after leaving their company, under the same roof, that happens to be a guest who is staying in the guest room NEXT to your bedroom?”

I was going to shrug it off, tell this adorably awkward, yet truly naive hottie that he was beyond wrong. I mean, MY dad, the man who basically screwed my mother over the entire property we stood on, in fact, I was pretty sure he might have had Mom pinned against this poor dead dummy at one point or another, if I strained my memory banks I bet I had that one hidden in there, was going to go full prude with ME?

“Don’t even think of saying I’m wrong, Avery,” he was grinning and I bit my lip because even when he was being obnoxious about being right he was pretty damn sexy. “I have a sister, remember? And while my parents aren’t quite as tuned into what we were up to, my dad was super fucking weird when she started dating. More so when the guys started being around the house.”

I considered what he was saying. Aside from Mom, Dad, and Clay, I was the private one. I kept my personal life under wraps, and BEHIND CLOSED FUCKING DOORS. So Jake was a first, in that they actually met him. And I HAD sort of insinuated that I’d planned on maybe tying him up. Shit. Damn it. Jake crawled over the still slightly grubby floor and kissed my nose. “It’s ok, I’m not scared off.”

#Franklin Clay #jake jensen x ofc #The Losers (2010)#alternate universe #humor #Mild smut #fluff #Family Fluff #FLUFF AND SMUT

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bettercallsabs · 6 years

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Falling For Crime 3

A/N: this was supposed to post yesterday, but I appearently don’t know how to use tumblr. Instead of queuing for Wednesday, I set it for Sunday... my bad. Anywho, Steve’s back and he’s more tantalizing than ever. Wink wink. Now, I know somebody of you’re are wanting more Bucky, but you have to wait. The build up Is in full swing, and we are just getting started. So just be patient and bear 🐻, lol, with me here, it will be oh so worth it. Anywho, Enjoy my dearies. Tag list Is Open, so never miss a post!

Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: um, it’s a mob fic? Lustfullness. Gasp.

Word count: 2.5k

It’s the roaring 20s with a modern twist, in New York City. You have just arrived on the New York scene, and have caught the eye of notorious mob boss Steve Rogers. Little does he know, your heart his pining for his best friend and right hand man, Bucky Barnes. Do you put yours and Buckys life in danger to follow your heart, or do you let the Most powerful man in New York claim his prize?

Part 1 / Part 2

Your head was pounding, as if a toy wooden hammer was being tapped again your head repeatedly. Trying to open your eyes made it worse, tenfold. Groggily, you lifted your heavy head from the soft down pillow. As you sat up, your stomach burned, bile slowly rising in your throat. Dashing to the bathroom, head hanging into the wastebin, you vowed to never drink again. after all, drinking was prohibited.

You spent the majority of your morning lounging around, feeing like death. By the afternoon, you felt a tad more human, and decided that I nice long soak would do you some good. As you ran the bath, watching it fill with steaming hot water, you washed off smudged eyeliner and the remnants of last nights night out, off your face.

You sank deep into the rose water bath, as Leadbelly played on the Victrola in the background. You hummed along, as the warmth seeped into your body. Legs crossed, your feet dangling on the edge of the tub, you hummed along with the melody.

A loud knock at the door, startled you. As you your legs slipped, your head hitting the tub before greeting the water. Water had spilled in every direction. You hurriedly made your way out of the tub, wrapping your dripping naked flesh, in a plush towel.

Another knock at the door. This time it seemed more urgent, less spaced out knocks.

“Just a moment please!” You yelled in the direction of the door, as you dashed around the room, to make yourself decent. Throwing on your favorite lavender silk slip, you tided your satin robe over top. Your wet hair, clung to the back of your neck, dampening the collar of your robe. Out of breath, and disheveled, you answered the door.

Where you expected a bellhop, A tall handsome figure stood before you. It was Steve.You felt your face flush. You were fresh out of the bath, only draped in robe, hair askew, and looking like death. Perfect. This was just prefect.

“Steve...” your eyes dropped to the floor. Just looking at him made your stomach flutter. He leaned his toned body against the door frame.

“Just checking in on you doll. You were pretty tossed last night.”

“I’m fine. Just a little sickly, and genuinely, this time!”

His hand gripped your chin, as he checked over your face. You could feel yourself beginning to blush, as your body ran hot, at his touch. A wide smile spread across his lips, flashing those miraculous perfect white teeth. Stepping away from the door, he returned with a rolling cart, topped with a silver serving cover.

“Eat doll. It will help. I’ve got to split. But eat. You’ll thank me later.” With a wink, he was closing the door behind him.

You collapsed onto the ottoman that sat in front of your bed. Pulling the try to you, you removed the lid to reveal a burger and fries, and a slice of Devils food cake. The first bite of fries made your stomach sing. He was right, it did help. A lot.

Louise finally answered your phone call, on Tuesday afternoon. She agreed to meet for lunch at the knickerbocker hotel at noon. You took your time preparing yourself for the day. As you fiddled with your hair, indecisive of how to style it, you thought back to your phone call with your sister. When she spoke, her voice was off... she seemed... nervous and a bit tense. It made you a tad nervous for your sister luncheon.

As your car rolled up to the hotel, you stepped out of the car, realizing you’d worn the wrong shoes. A thick layer of snow covered the sidewalk, crunching beneath your heels.

Once inside the hotel, you spotted your sister standing just in front of the restaurant entrance. Peeling your coat from your body, you slung it over your arm as you made your way toward her. You greeted one another with a hug.

“Shall we go in?” You nodded, as you followed your sister into the restaurant. Once you were seated at your table, drinks ordered, you finally let yourself relax.

“Thanks you for finally talking to me again.”

“I’m sorry I freaked out like I did. I was just, really worried about you. I’m so glad to see you’re okay.” Your sister looked down, clearing her throat, before continuing. “So... how was it?”

“It was actually kind of fun. I met some new people and...” your lowered your voice into a lull of a whisper. “I even had booze!” You laughed devilishly, as you relived the nights festivities in your mind.

“Y/N! What were you thinking?”

“We’re only young once LouLou. Might well have a little fun.”

Louise shook her head as she rolled her eyes at you.

“I actually called you out today to have a serious talk y/N. After having a talk with father, we believe it’s in your best interest to find a husband that’s not a criminal.”

“Louise, you can’t be serious?”

“I am perfectly serious Y/N. You can’t keep roaming the streets of New York unwed. And our father can’t continue to support you financially here forever. It’s about time you grew up.”

Your jaw dropped. This was a whole new side to Louise. She’d always been bossy, yes, after all she was the older sister, but this... this was a whole new level for her.

“I don’t know what to say...”

“I’ve arrange for you to have dinner tonight, at the ritz, with a friend of Walt’s. His name is Robert Jefferson, and he has a good reputation around here. Walt and I have put our neck on the line for you here, so I expect you to be on your best behavior.”

The look on Louise face was pure seriousness. As much as you wanted to defy her, you didn’t want her anymore upset with you. Although, you didn’t always see eye to eye, you knew she had your best interest at heart.

“Alright. Alright. You win Louise.” Much to your dismay, you agreed to the evening dinner.

The rest of lunch with Louise was awkward and tense. You both exchanged casual conversation, she asked how you liked New York, you asked about her home life, Walt’s job, but nothing truly meaningful to either of you. You felt relived when you slid into the back seat of the car. Laying your head back against the seat, you let out a deep sigh. You just wanted a nap, and a stiff drink.

Staring at a closest full of dresses, you didn’t know what to wear. How is it, that whenever you have a place to be, you never have anything to wear? You didn’t know anything about this man. Was he conservative? A man who liked classic women roles? Was women in pants too progressive for him? Ugh. You didn’t want to made a bad first impression, your sister and Walt did go through a lot to get you this date, even if you didn’t ask for nor want it.

You decided to play it safe, and settled on a long sleeve navy blue silk jersey dress. You kept your makeup simple and tasteful.

Stepping out of the elevator, you made your way toward the doors, but not before you spotted a man in a dark suit. A hat covered his usually dark disheveled hair. You stopped in front of him, as he folded the news paper he had been reading, laying it down beside him.

“What are you doing here Bucky? Spying on me?”

“Boss heard you had a date with someone that wasn’t him. Sent me to keep an eye on the situation.”

“How did he... nevermind. I forgot you gentlemen are perfect stalkers. Tell him that bud out of my affairs. This date is important, and I don’t need you or him messing it up, okay?”

A devilish smirk spread across his lips. It was the first time you’d ever seen him smile, and it was intoxicating.

“You really are a feisty one, aren’t you now Miss Y/L/N.”

As he rose from his seat, this tall frame looking down on you, you gulped, taking a step back.

“I... I have to go. Please don’t follow me.”

You hurried your way out of the hotel, knowing full well he was going to listen to you.

The snow that coated the city sidewalks had been shoveled away, leaving thin patches of snow and ice. In your rushes state, you hadn’t taken into account the conditions you were entering, as your left foot slipped from under you, sending you hurling toward the snowy side walk. Where you expected hard ground, you were met with strong arms , that were wrapped tightly around you. Bucky. His face was close to yours, his lips just inches from yours, so close could feel his hot breath dancing over your lips.

The fleeting feeling of his arm, as he pulled away from you, made your heart sink. You felt safe In his arms, a feeling like you’d never felt before.

“I.. uh.. thank you. That could have been a disaster.”

“You better be more careful Miss Y/L/N. I won’t always be here to catch you.”

“ I thought you were my professional stalker?”

“You better get going, don’t want you missing that important engagement of yours.”

helping you into the car, you held onto his hand longer than you should have. Your cheeks began to blush as he cleared his throat, looking down to you hand, as your fingers were still wrapped his. Letting go quickly, you scooted further into the car, to attempt to hide your embarrassment.

“See you around Miss. Y/L/N”

“Please, call me Y/N.”

He gave a send off signal to your driver, who put the car into drive, sending you on your way to a date you weren’t looking Forward too.

Robert was casually handsome, but rather boring. He drawled on for ages about his business in the banking world.

“It’s rather fascinating really. You wouldn’t think being a banker would be so rewarding, but it truly is.” He said between bites.

“It does sound interesting.” You replied with false enthusiasm.

“Walt has told me quite a bit about you. Now that we’ve finally met, you really are quite charming.”

“Why thank you Robert. You’re too kind.”

The dinner seemed to drawl on for ages. You were so uninterested in the whole ordeal, that you opted out of dessert, in hopes of ending it sooner. Robert walked you to your car, as snow fell on the dimly lit city.

“Thank you for dinner Robert. It was delicious.”

You held out your hand to give him a thank you handshake. He cupped your bare hand in his both his hands, giving it a tight squeeze.

“Thank you Miss Y/L/N, for joining me tonight, I had a lovely evening.” You give him your best smile, as he planted a quick kiss on your cheek, catching you off guard.

“I should go. Thanks again Robert. Enjoy the rest of your evening.” You slid into that backseat of the car, giving a final wave as your driver took off into the night.

Yawning, you made your way into the hotel lobby, drowsy from such an uneventful date, you hadn’t even noticed the man leaning against the wall near the elevator.

“You’re just going to ignore me like that doll?” You were startled, nearly dropping your clutch.

“Jesus Steve! Scare a lady, why don’t yah.”

His chuckle was music to your ears, as he leaned closer into your personal space.

“You should be more observant doll. I’ve been waiting here awhile.”

“What? Why?”

“Just checking in you doll. How was your date?”

“Terribly uncomfortable, and boring, to be quite honest.”

“If you only went out with me doll, you wouldn’t have to suffer.”

He was incredibly close to you know, hips brushing against your waist as his thumb stroked your cheek. He took your breath away.

“I-“

“You know I’m right doll.”

His lips brushing against yours made your head spin.

“Steve, we can’t-“

“Now doll, you know we can.”

When his lips hit yours, your entire body shivered with lust.. Each kiss was filled with a passionate heat, his soft lips tantalizing you to be his, a flick of his tongue beckoning you to open up to him. As you opened your mouth to him, You becoming completely lost in him. His mouth tasted like the sweets you always craved, and you couldn’t get enough. Every kiss becoming more ravenous, as his fingers entangled in your hair. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer into you. You never wanted to let him go.

When he pulled away, your head was fuzzy. You had forgotten how to breath.

“Steve...”

“Y/N...” he was out of breath, as he whispered your name. It was the first time he’d ever used your first name, and so intimately. What was he going to you?

“You should probably go, before I lose control.”

His beautiful blue eyes were swimming with lust, desire. And you felt the same. You didn’t want to go upstairs. Your curiosity was getting the best of you, yet again.

“I don’t want to go...”

his left arm rested above your shoulder, his body hovered over yours, as he leaned on the wall to support his weight. His lips rest fractions of an inch from yours. The heat of his breath grazing your already swollen lips. He swept his thumb over the length of your lower lip, making your breath catch in your throat.

“I’ll be a gentleman tonight doll.”

With that enthralling smirk you liked so much, he took a few steps back from you, placing his suit jacket over his arms. Flutters rose in your chest, as you watched him leave the hotel.

What the hell just happened?

Sitting in front of your vanity, you stared at the face of a woman you weren’t sure you knew. You had just shared a kiss... an extremely passionate kiss, a lustful kiss, with the most dangerous man in New York City... and you liked it.

The lipstick you had worn that night was smudged in every which direction, as you examined your freshly kissed lips. Swollen and red, they were sensitive to the touch, as you traced over them with your finger tips. You’d finally had your first kiss, and it was more than you’d ever anticipated. You we’re hungry for more.

Washing away the makeup from your face, you felt the lust from the evening beginning to fleet away, as rational thought returned to your clouded mind. Panic began to ensue, as you thought of what was at stake here. Your freedom was one step closer to being null and void. God, if your father ever caught wind that you were kissing hardened criminals in the lobby, you were done for. But behind all of that panic, all of that worry, you were beginning to realize, you loved the brush with danger, and you wanted more…

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themomsandthecity · 6 years

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5 Ways to Show Your Kids You Care (That Go Beyond Saying "I Love You")

This post written by Mitzi Bockmann was originally posted on Let Your Dreams Begin and YourTango. Of course, you love them. But have you shown them today? We all love our kids. From the moment they are born, we swear that we will do everything in our power to protect them and give them a good life. But, sometimes, it's hard to know how to show your kids you love them other than by telling them so. Unfortunately, our lives and our lived experiences can get in the way and we don't always do the best we can by our kids. There are a few things that we can do, every day, that will let our kids know that we love them, even if it isn't that obvious to them. Here are 5 ways to love your kids, without saying a word: 1. Listen to them. When my kids were growing up they and all of their friends spent a ton of time at our house. I always thought it was because of my amazing chocolate chip cookies but I have since learned that they liked to spend time there because I actually listened to them. Our kids have a lot to say but we often don't listen. We are so caught up in our own lives and our own assumptions about what they are saying that we don't actually listen to the words that come out of their mouths. Yes, a lot of nothing can come out of our kid's mouths but if you aren't truly listening you could miss that little morsel, the thing that comes out that shouldn't be ignored. So put down your phone and listen to your kids. Today. 2. Let them be kids. Remember when we were young? Our parents used to send us out the back door after breakfast and tell us not to come home until luncheon. We used to walk to school. We used to have play dates in the afternoon. We got dirty and made messes and had a whole lot of fun. Today's kids are overprotected and overscheduled. As a result, they are stressed out little versions of their parents. And they become stressed out adults soon after. Give your kids some space and some time. Let them know what it is like to have nothing to do and time to fill. Let them bike to a friend's house so they don't live in fear. Let them scrape their knee and get up and keep on playing. Being an adult is really hard. Let them be kids for as long as you can. 3. Be the grown-up. One thing I see more than anything in my work is parents who act like children around their children. What do I mean by this? I have a client whose child is very difficult. She is rude and acts out and is generally very hard to be around. Instead of understanding that her child is really struggling in the world, my client takes her child's behavior personally. Instead of recognizing, with her adult brain, that her child is struggling and needs her support, she snaps back in the same way she was just snapped at. All of this snapping just makes the situation worse. And her child has learned that she can't rely on her mother to help or support her in any way. Imagine if, instead, my client was able to react to her daughter's behavior in a less personal manner. If she stayed calm and empathized and listened and hugged. Instead of ratcheting up her daughter's behavior, she was able to soothe it and calm her. How much better would that be for everyone? So be the grown up. Know that your child is young and inexperienced and needs a guiding hand. The guiding hand of their parent. 4. Embrace their dreams. Soon after I graduated from college my father took me shopping for job interview clothing. We bought a fabulous suit (this was the 80's) and then went out for lunch. Halfway through our bottle of wine, I was prattling on about the dream I had about my life. The exciting things that I would do. I was young and the world was my oyster. What did my dad say in response to my dreams? "I think you are going to have a really average life." That is what my dad said. And 35 years later, I still remember what he said that day. And I would be lying if what he said doesn't reverberate in my head with every new life choice I make, that the words that my father said to me didn't affect my belief in myself. So embrace your kids' dreams. Even if they seem out of reach to your adult mind, encourage them to dream and to want to make the most out of their life. Knowing they have their parents support is the best motivator any kid could have. 5. Make them the priority. One thing that my kids know, and have always known, is that if they need me I will move heaven and earth to be there for them. At times, making them a priority has interfered with my life. I stayed home with them instead of pursuing a career so that they would always know I would be there for them. I neglected my marriage so that I could be there for them. I have walked away from men who weren't a good fit with my kids for them. But I know that in this scary, scary world my kids know, to their very core, that they have one person they can always rely on to be there for them. And as a result, they feel safe. What a gift that is. To always feel safe. Of course, you love your kids. Even the most absent parent still loves their kids. But the single most important, most formative relationship one has in one's life is the relationship with a parent. Treat it that way. So show your kids you love them in more ways than one. Listen to them, let them be kids, support them, and prioritize them. If you do so you will set them up to be happy, healthy, well adjusted and fully loved grown-ups. And what a gift that will be. Oh. One more thing. Buy them a bike. Every kid needs a bike. Mitzi Bockmann is an NYC-based Certified Life Coach and mental health advocate. She works exclusively with women to help them to be all that they want to be in this crazy world in which we live. Contact her for help or email her at [email protected]. More from YourTango: 12 Best Tips For Parenting Emotional, Empathetic Kids (Without Hurting Them) What You're Like As A Parent, Based On Your Personality Type 13 Things About Parenting That Will Take You By Surprise http://bit.ly/2JkFoRZ

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