#which brings me to my next thought of mia being nervous as fuck to tell zoe she was in anyway queer

[highlifeboat]

Mia: What's yours?

Zoe: Well... One day I told my mom and dad "I like girls". They only response was " Who doesn't?".

Mia: Oh.

Zoe: Yeah... My mom later realized, that she was probably supposed to say more than that and we had a nice chat. But after that we pretty much never brought it up again.

I'm a believer of the idea that Jack would be like "Okay." and never bring it up again. Like man is more worried about Lucas being a shut in than who his daughter wants to date.

Marguerite would wanna talk about it only because I don't think she'd understand what being bi or gay is. She might be a little weird about it but would ultimately be like "Well as long as you're happy I suppose." and then they never talk about it again.

Lucas def called Zoe slurs, though.

Meanwhile Mia's like "My mom made me pray for my soul and they never called me the right things. But my dad was supportive of the bi thing as long as I never brought it up, so I guess that's kind of a win?"

#marguerite gives me ''supportive but awkward about it'' vibes #didn't make her love zoe any less though #asks #anons #firm believer of ''mia grew up in an incredibly christian/conservative small texas town where she would have been shafted'' #then she went to college and met ethan and things got better #which brings me to my next thought of mia being nervous as fuck to tell zoe she was in anyway queer #and zoe being like ''bro chill i like tiddies and use all pronouns idc''

[bobohu4eva]

Pink Lace - Chapter 5

Characters: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: College AU, stripper AU, fluff, smut, slow burn

Summary: Baekhyun, a philosophy professor with mysterious wealth, got himself completely fucked over a girl who can’t let him into her life.

Word count: 4k

Warnings: sex work, mentions of sexual assault, adult themes/situations, eventual smut

Tag list: @smolbeanmika @leave-me-in-the-summertime @totallynerdstuff @bbhmystar @nana-banana @kimyhappy @thegreatandi @geniusloey @deligxt @baekswifey @bbhyun506 @lovebuginlove @bellamendoza @baekyeonoreo @bobohumyonlyboo

Masterlist

After your conversation with Baekhyun Monday evening Tuesday was spent desperately trying to get Baekhyun off your mind, with little success. He’d asked you if you liked him like that, and you couldn’t tell him no. Hell, you knew in the back of your mind that the answer was definitely yes, you just couldn’t bring yourself to say it to his face. 

As much as you did like him, the prospect of starting something with a customer who was also your professor was still terrifying. What if you two got together and people found out? Or what if things started to go south and you were still stuck with him as your teacher? 

Despite your other schoolwork, and cleaning basically everything you possibly could, your mind just kept racing with every different possible scenario for if you did tell Baekhyun how you felt. And most of them were quite unpleasant. He could lose his job, you could make class absolute hell for yourself if things didn’t go well, and so on. Different possibilities played themselves out in your mind over and over, and there was little you could do to stop it. 

However the thoughts that stuck with you the most were the ones where things didn’t end badly. Thoughts of his arms around you, his comforting words whispered in your ear, and the gentle touches of his pretty hands on your skin. As much as you fought it, the attraction was there. 

The way your mind bounced between thoughts was stressful to no end. Every time you tried reasoning with yourself, you just thought about how good he made you feel when you were alone together. 

Baekhyun was always so willing to be vulnerable with you, it made you feel appreciated. He was so open about his feelings, and honest with his intentions towards you that it made it difficult to push him away. You wanted to be able to show him the same kind of vulnerability as well, but the possibilities if you did still frightened you too much. 

You knew you wouldn’t be able to go on like this forever, sooner or later you had to figure out what to say to him. 

Your essay was plaguing you as well. You’d tried to start it on several occasions, but Plato’s writing was so old timey and incomprehensible you didn’t even know where to start. It also didn’t help that every time you tried to start writing, all you could think about was what Baekhyun would think. The idea of turning a shitty paper in for him to read and grade made you feel sick. You knew you were shooting yourself in the foot putting it off but you just couldn’t bring yourself to start it either. 

“You’ve cleaned everything in the apartment. Twice. What’s with you today y/n?” Mia asked as she walked out of her bedroom and into the common area, finding you once again wiping down all the surfaces in the kitchen. 

“I’m trying to distract myself, was that not obvious?” You knew what was coming next. 

“Baekhyun still on your mind?” 

Yes. He was. In every possible way, good and bad, and you couldn’t stop it. 

“I think I do like him.” 

“See! I knew it!” You rolled your eyes at her. “Anything exciting happen yesterday? Did you decide to keep the money?” She asked, sitting down at the dining room table, you sitting down across from her. 

 “I’m keeping it, I tried giving it back but he told me some stuff and turns out he doesn’t need it after all.” 

“So he IS rich?!” 

“Yeah... although not from anything cool or fun. His rich parents died recently.” 

“Oh shit, that sucks. That must’ve been an awkward conversation.” 

“Not really. I don’t know why but talking to him is getting easier and easier. I even stayed after he told me I could go.”

“You really must like him then, damn. Can’t blame you though, he is hot.” You shot her an angry look but you both knew she was right. “So what are you gonna do about it?” 

“Do about what?” 

“You liking him. He obviously likes you a lot too, so what happens next?” 

“Nothing. He’s my professor.” 

The look she shot you next said something reminiscent of ‘are you fucking serious’.

 “Oh come on y/n this guy is hot, and rich, and super into you. Even if he is your professor you can’t pass up a fling at least.” 

“And when it ends? What then? Or if someone finds out he’s fucking a student? He’d lose his job and it would be my fault.” 

“No, it would be his fault, and he’s rich anyway so it wouldn’t even matter.” 

You thought back to your last conversation with Baekhyun, and what he said about his parents. Even if he did choose to risk it for you, the thought of him losing a job that meant so much to him still didn’t sit right with you. 

“It would matter to me. Either way I don’t want other students shit talking me either. If my classmates found out there was something between us it would be hell.” 

“All I'm hearing right now, is that you just need to not get caught. The semester is only 16 weeks, as long as nothing gets out while you’re in his class nothing too bad can happen. You just have to be careful.”  

You thought about it, and she wasn’t exactly wrong. As long as nothing got out while you were his student, nothing too bad could happen. 

“He won’t lose his job if people find out we’re together later on when I’m not his student anymore, right?” 

Mia shrugged. “He doesn’t hold any power over you anymore then so I don’t see why he’d get in any trouble. People might just think it’s weird since he’s older. How old is he anyway? He looks young.” 

“I’m not exactly sure... Somewhere around 30? Late 20s maybe? I should ask him.” 

“Yeah you should. I still have homework I need to do, I should get back to that.” She said before getting herself a glass of water and retreating back to her bedroom. 

~

The next morning you were exhausted. You hadn’t gotten much sleep because of everything that was going through your head. You wanted Baekhyun, and he wanted you, but there was still too much risk involved. But part of you kept thinking about what Mia had said as well. Could a fling really be that bad? 

You were nervous to see him too. You still hadn’t given him an answer to his question, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to dodge it forever. Lying seemed like a decent option, but you knew with how honest and vulnerable Baekhyun always was with you, you wouldn’t be able to bring yourself to lie to him. Especially when you did want something more with him, you were just scared. 

As philosophy class drew closer and closer you felt uneasy. You felt bad seeing Baekhyun again without giving him an answer, but you didn’t know how or what to say. You only hoped he wouldn’t press you for it. 

Class went by and you didn’t speak to him. He didn’t keep you after either, which was a relief. You had been hoping he’d at least go over some stuff that would help you on your essay, but you had no such luck, and you needed it done by midnight if you wanted any credit. 

When you got home you cursed yourself for procrastinating so much, but you had other homework too and you knew you’d be able to focus on that better, so you started it first. 

Eventually your mind got sucked into your physics assignment, and you forgot about Baekhyun and the essay, too focused on the task at hand. 

By the time you were done with your other assignments it was 8pm. Four hours until you had to submit your essay. One hour went by just reading and rereading the text you were supposed to write about. Another was wasted on an intro paragraph you kept deleting, because you still couldn’t understand the text. When 10pm hit, and you started to panic.  

You realized that you weren’t going to be able to do it. Your mind was now in freak out mode and you couldn’t concentrate anyway. Either the paper wasn’t getting turned in at all, or you needed to do something fast. In any other class you would’ve BS-ed  your way through it to turn at least something in, but you just couldn’t do that knowing Baekhyun was going to read it. You weren’t going to be able to submit it that night, but you needed to at least contact him and explain so he wouldn’t think you were stupid. 

By 10:30 you found yourself scrolling through your contacts, staring at his name. You’d thought about emailing him, but he probably wouldn’t see until morning and you didn’t have that much time. 

In hindsight you probably would’ve been fine to just send an email and try to get an extension, but the combination of anxiety over your grade and wanting to talk to him had his name in your phone looking better and better. 

So you called. 

Your nerves were on fire as you waited for him to hopefully pick up. Was this stupid? Would he even answer? Worst of all, what if he was disappointed in you for not being able to do the assignment?

After a few rings, he picked up. “Hello?” 

“Hi Baekhyun, it’s y/n.” 

“Y/n? Are you alright what’s going on?” You could hear the concern in his voice even over the phone, and you remembered why he gave you his number in the first place. 

“I- I can’t do the essay.” You felt your voice shake, before unloading all your grievances in one breath “I read the thing a million times and I still have no idea what it’s about and I put it off until tonight cause it was making me so anxious but I still can’t focus and now it’s too late and I don’t know what to do and I’m freaking out.” 

You heard him sigh. “Slow down, It’s okay, I know it’s a difficult assignment. Have you at least started?” 

“No..” You felt tears swelling in your eyes, threatening to spill and you’re sure he can hear it in your voice even over the phone. “Can I just skip this one? I tried to start it so many times but I don’t know how to analyze something I can’t even understand.” You choked out. 

“Y/n...” You could tell he was thinking of what to do. He probably shouldn’t give you special treatment, and you knew that but right now you hoped he would just give in. Unfortunately you had no such luck. “I’m sorry but I can’t let you just not do it. It would make it too obvious that I’m treating you differently than other students.”

“Then can you at least help me? Or give me more time? Please?” You begged.

“I’m still in my office. I can help you if you meet me here.” 

You felt your palms get sweaty and your heart beat faster at the idea of going to his office again after what had happened last time, especially this late at night and in such a fragile state. 

“O-okay. I’ll be there in 10. Bye.” You said, hanging up before he could respond.

Quickly you got on some shoes and drove yourself to the building his office was located in. Last time you’d been in there he’d asked you about your feelings for him, and now you had to go back. You told yourself to just focus on getting the essay done, but the thought still hung around in the back of your mind as you walked down the hall towards Baekhyun’s office. You felt jittery and embarrassed, but you needed to do this for your grade.

After taking a few deep breaths to ready yourself, you knocked on the door, and heard a muffled “Come in” from the other side, so you let yourself in. Baekhyun was sitting at his desk, which was covered in papers you assumed he’d been grading. Instead of the nicer clothes he would usually wear during lecture, he was just wearing a black t shirt and sweats now. 

“You know you scared the shit out of me when you called. I thought you were in danger or something.” He said to you as you sat down in front of him. “I really didn’t think you’d call me over school work.” 

“I’m sorry..” 

“It’s okay! I’m not mad or anything, just surprised. What part of the text are you having trouble with?” 

“All of it...” You felt your lip starting to quiver. “I’m sorry I know this sounds so stupid and you probably think I’m just trying to take advantage of how you like me but I promise it’s not like that.” You said, looking down and fidgeting with your hands, trying to hide the frustration on your face.

Baekhyun crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, smiling. “I never said I thought that. I told you it’s not an easy assignment, it’s ok if you’re having trouble. Plato can be difficult especially for people who aren’t used to reading things that old.” 

“I should’ve at least started earlier...” 

“Probably, but it’s too late to dwell on that now. Let’s just try to go over the reading together, yeah?” You nodded. 

He moved his chair to your side of the desk before opening your textbook to the reading for the essay. 

“So the first thing that makes The Ring of Gyges so confusing is that you don’t really know who’s talking. Basically it’s a conversation between Plato and his brother Glaucon where they’re discussing justice, and it’s actually Glaucon speaking for most of it, not Plato.” 

You were listening to what he was saying of course, but you were still distracted by the proximity. Baekhyun was sitting right next to you now, arms almost touching. The only other time the two of you got that close was at the club. And you did not need to be thinking about that while he was explaining your assignment to you. 

“Are you following me so far?” 

Your eyes immediately shot up from the book to meet his, and you quickly nodded. Having him look you in the eyes again like that made your face feel hot.

“Glaucon argues that people only peruse justice for the benefits of it, and not because they actually want to be good people. He uses the example of a ring that grants it’s user invisibility, therefore allowing them to do unjust things like steal without being caught. He tells Plato a story about a man who finds such a ring and uses it do overthrow the king.”

You groaned. “It still doesn’t make sense though, what does some story about a stupid ring have to do with justice?” 

“Well, if you were given the ability to steal and deceive people for your own benefit, without ever having to worry about getting caught, wouldn’t you do it too?” You stayed silent. “Basically, what you need to understand is what Glaucon is arguing. He’s saying that doing good deeds isn’t a part of human nature, and everyone would behave unjustly if they knew they would never get caught. Therefore, justice is something people pursue not out of want, but out of fear of the consequences if they don’t.”  

All you could do was stare at him. It was infuriating how attractive he sounded while explaining it to you. 

“Do you have a bit of a better idea what to write about now? Remember it’s only two pages, so don’t stress too much.” 

You snapped yourself out of your thoughts. “Yeah, it makes a bit more sense now... do I still need to finish it tonight or?” 

“Friday. Just email it to me by midnight on Friday and I won’t count it late.” He said, smiling again. 

“Thank you for doing this, I’m sorry it was so late and everything.”

Baekhyun just chucked, “You know if it’s you I don’t mind. You could keep me here all night with questions and I wouldn’t stop you. But you understand now, right?” 

The way he was smiling at you now along with the closeness was making you slightly dizzy. 

“I think so, Glaucon is basically saying that injustice is better than justice then right? Because everyone would do unjust things if they’d always get away with it.” 

Baekhyun nodded. 

“So according to him the best way to live life would be to do things you know are wrong, but without being caught.” 

“Exactly. See, I knew you were smart, y/n.” A smirk had made its way onto his face as he spoke. 

You couldn’t help connecting what he was saying to what you were feeling inside towards him. You wanted him, and you knew it was wrong, but how could you deny it to yourself when it felt so right? 

“Baekhyun...” You asked, hesitantly. “D-do you think it’s okay to do things you know are wrong, as long as no one finds out?”

“I think it depends what you’re talking about.” He answered, now looking you in the eyes again with intensity. “I would never kill anyone, for any reason, even if I knew I could get away with it. But, if I really wanted something, I think I would take it.” 

You were hyperaware of how his eyes were now scanning your face, lingering on your lips. “Take what?”

A hand made contact with your thigh, slowly moving up until he stopped, right below the hem of your shorts. His thumb drew soft circles on the sensitive inner flesh, giving you goosebumps. 

“I know you feel it too, you want this, don’t you?” Baekhyun asked, now moving a stand of hair out of your face. He let his hand rest on the back of your neck, keeping you facing towards him. 

Your heart felt like it was about to short circuit from how fast it was beating. Your palms were sweaty and you could feel yourself shaking slightly. The way his thumb stroked your neck beneath your ear made you shiver, and you knew he saw. All you could do was stare back at him, dumbfounded. Any words you tried to get out stuck in your throat. He was right, you did want it. Now more than ever. 

“Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me you don’t want me to kiss you right now. I dare you.” He said, running his thumb over your bottom lip, eyes fixed on how it trembled beneath his touch. He was slowly moving your face closer his, but you didn’t stop him. 

Your silence told Baekhyun all he needed to know, and his lips quickly found yours. Immediately you let yourself melt into the kiss. You felt your whole body buzzing, finally getting what it had wanted for so long. His lips felt unbelievably soft against yours, moving in a slow rhythm as his other hand came up from your thigh to cup your face as well. You wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, letting it become messier and more desperate. 

“I like you” you pulled away just enough to whisper “so fucking much.” You felt him grin into the kiss as your lips met again. 

He tasted like strawberries, and you felt high as your lips kept crashing together with more and more need. Your whole body felt like it was set on fire and simultaneously dunked in an ice bath, every nerve vibrating with want.    

When Baekhyun pulled your bottom lip gently between his teeth you let out a soft moan, and he started to lose it. He broke the kiss, standing up and pulling with him, before backing you up against the wall, a hand on either side of your head. 

“Sweetheart, don’t push me” He breathed, and started peppering kisses along the side of your neck, from under your ear down to your collarbone, sucking and biting on the way. 

Trapped between him and the wall, you felt weak and breathless. Your brain was in overdrive and you gasped at his ministrations, hands burying themselves in his soft hair.  His hands had traveled down to your waist, holding you against him tightly.

“Baekhyun” You breathed out, rubbing your thighs together as he sucked on a particularly sensitive spot. 

“Fuck, y/n. Don’t say that.” He forced the words out through gritted teeth.

His body pressed you into the wall, and your arms wrapped around him pulling him into you even tighter. He was completely consuming your senses and your knees felt wobbly from the intensity of it all. He was already smothering your entire front, but you tried to pull him even closer regardless.

You felt something hard press into your hip as his mouth covered yours again, and this time you shamelessly moaned his name into his open mouth. 

Much to your disappointment, Baekhyun immediately detatched himself from you, backing up until his back hit the opposite wall of the office. You could see how turned on he was by the outline of his dick through his pants and the pained look in his face. 

“Fucking christ...” He said, leaning his head back against the wall and closing his eyes. You just watched from the other side of the room. He kept his eyes closed and you observed as his jaw clenched and unclenched before you heard him continue. “You have to go. If you don’t I’m gonna fuck you on my desk and I won’t be gentle.” 

Your throat went dry at his crude words, but you couldn’t deny your own arousal. You walked back towards him, reaching out to touch his chest which was now rising and falling rapidly, but he grabbed you before you could make contact. His grip on your wrist was so tight it was almost painful. His knuckles were white, and you could see a drop of sweat trickle down the side of his face. 

His eyes bore into your own with a stare that warned you not to try anything more. 

“I’m sorry y/n but you have to leave. Not tonight. Not like this.” With his free hand he grabbed your belongings off his desk, shoving them into your arms. 

Still speechless, he opened the door and pulled you outside before going back in and closing the door behind him. You stood and stared at his office door for a minute, recollecting yourself and processing what the hell had just happened. 

Eventually your shaky legs began making their way down the hallway, back towards your car. You were pretty sure a janitor saw you as you turned the corner just down the hall from Baekhyun’s office. You kept your head down, trying to hide your face best you could while hurrying past. 

Once you were sitting in your car, you slumped into the seat, mind still in a daze after what happened in Baekhyun’s office. You waited for your breathing and heartrate to slow down before you drove away. 

Baekhyun left shorty after you as well, unable to concentrate on anything but the sound of you moaning his name. He felt terrible for throwing you out of his office but he’d meant what he said. He didn’t want his first time to have you to be in his office, purely fueled by pent up lust. He wanted to give you more than that. 

More than anything, he just couldn’t believe he’d gotten what he’d wanted for the entire summer. It didn’t seem possible, but now it had happened. And you actually kissed him back. It felt too good to be true. He felt himself once again struggling to sleep, but this time because he was too excited. This time, he didn’t have to keep himself up wondering, he knew he had you. He just couldn’t wait to see what would happed now.

You on the other hand couldn’t stop worrying about that exact thing as you stared at the ceiling above your bed. What would happen now? The thoughts weren’t fearful anymore, there was just too many of them to shut your mind down enough to sleep. 

You’d finally allowed yourself to give into him, and there was no more turning back. 

Next Chapter

#baekhyun #exo #baekhyun fluff #baekhyun smut #baekhyun fanfic #exo fanfic #exo fluff #exo smut

[mvnvgedmischief]

unremarkable days.

summary: sirius black is trying to be a good man, a good brother, a good person. Sirius has a steady job designing book covers for a publishing house, a flat he never leaves, and a traumatized brother who was just removed from the custody of his parents. All in all, it’s wildly unremarkable.

chapter:  6/?

characters: sirius black, regulus black, wolfstar, background marauders

tags: tw: canon compliant abuse, child abuse, social services, abuse

words: 3. 1 k

read it on ao3 here

read the last chapter here

Remus was unsure what had come over him when he went into the team meeting at Quill. He had a relatively unremarkable morning. It was an early opening shift at the grind, he spent a lot of time in the backroom taking inventory, counting the same product over and over again. He remembered walking out of the backroom to a line at the front door. He didn’t remember how long it took him to fumble with the lock, or shuffle back behind the counter. He didn’t remember why some businessman was yelling at him because his latte, which just came off the milk steamer, wasn’t hot enough. He didn’t remember why he started yelling back, why he was so short. The entire morning felt like a blur. 

Maybe it was all of the emails Sirius had never opened, maybe it was the text from Fenrir that remained unopened on his phone. He had no idea what had caused it, but he felt like he was spiraling out. Had he taken his meds today? All of them? His fingers methodically worked the POS system, his body ran on autopilot, he didn’t know how to handle any of the stress of working with others on something he cared about. He cared so much about this book, and he honestly felt like his toes were being stepped on. He was trying to pretend he didn’t feel that way, but he did. It was tiring. He didn’t know how else to handle this other than lashing out. He didn’t want to be a dick about things, he was just so passionate. 

He was so incredibly proud of his healing and his recovery. He was proud of the way he got a handle on his lupus, he was proud of the way his body moved better and worked better. He didn’t know what else to think about or be proud of. He had come so far from the bruised, bloodied boyfriend he was all those months ago. months? years? How long had it really been? Did he even remember? Was he allowed to move on? Was he supposed to? What was he, the perfect victim, supposed to do? 

He knew that he was a high-maintenance author, a high-maintenance person. It was one of the reasons he self-published before. But Quill had been so good about doing what he wanted, everyone except Sirius. Sirius was constantly MIA, who never spoke to him about anything, who had asked him on a date. What kind of mind fuck? Did he even read Remus’s book? Did he even think about the implications of his actions, or what something like this would do to his already fragile psyche? 

He had always tried to give people the benefit of the doubt. Look at how far that had gotten him. So he wasn’t planning on doing it again. He didn’t want to get hurt, get his heartbroken, fall into all those same holes and pitfalls he’d been so prone to in the past. The way Sirius had ignored him repeatedly, had refused to talk to him, was a red flag. He wasn’t in the business of ignoring those anymore. He didn’t have the energy left to ignore red flags. He had been burned too many times and had no intention of getting burned again. Or at least, he thought that until he picked the fight in the meeting. 

Sure, it might have been petty. It might have been rude to tell Sirius he didn’t like the designs when he did. It might have been uncalled for to tell him that it wasn’t his problem if he couldn’t do his job.  But to be fair, Sirius had been wildly unavailable. Remus wanted to send a message, to remind him that he wasn’t going anywhere. He wasn’t getting anywhere with being polite, so he would have no problem making Sirius hear him. He wasn’t going to be kept in the dark on his own book. 

It was unfair, how easily Sirius could get everyone back on his side, after all of the meetings he wasn’t in (Remus had no idea that only the most important meetings even got on Sirius’s calendar, as decided by the rest of the team). He offered a smile and a cordial response, and everyone was back in the palm of his hand. What the fuck? 

But he wasn��t going to press the issue. Not when he was sure that all of these people knew something he didn’t, understood something he’d never get. The whole thing felt patronizing. It exhausted him. Was Sirius so great that he didn’t have to follow the rules everyone else did? The evidence remained to be seen, on Remus’s end. He didn’t know why everyone was always bending over backwards to justify Sirius’s behavior. To begin with, he just wanted to make sure Sirius was alright (the man looked so tired all the time), but at this point, it felt like Sirius was just avoiding him. It was so frustrating to think about what he could have possibly done, was it his book? Was it his past? Was Sirius homophobic? If he was, why had he slept with Remus? Was he repressing himself? Was it some kind of dare? 

Remus felt himself spiraling with catastrophic thoughts about why Sirius hated him as much as he had. He didn’t understand. But James, who was quickly becoming a true friend to him, pulled him out of his spiral with a text inviting him to “family dinner.” Remus didn’t know who would be there, but he was excited to have this large group of new friends through Quill. He was eternally grateful to Lily for helping him get this opportunity. It was such a kind gesture that opened so many career doors and helped him connect with so many people.

He didn't know what to wear that evening. He usually settled on a soft jumper (not too overstimulating) and a pair of plaid slacks. He wanted to look nice because as much as he didn’t want to think about him, he was still quite hooked on Sirius Black. The thought of him catches in his mind, and he thinks he should probably get a meeting on the docket for the next week. He cared too much about this book, and it would probably be best to see what the man comes up with before the next team meeting. He knew it was unreasonable to get irritated as he had in the team meeting, but it stressed him out nonetheless. He didn’t know how to be calm and collected about all of it,  and he felt burned by the way Sirius’s advances suddenly dried up. So he nervously drafted an email asking about it. But as usual, he was met with Sirius’s out-of-office message. So instead of waiting to not be responded to he picked up his phone and dialed Sirius’s number. God, why was he so nervous?

“Sirius Black.” For two people who had spent hours just being vulnerable and intimate, in the act of Sirius falling asleep in his lap, that felt like a clinical greeting, which put him off. 

“We need to get that meeting on the calendar.” It was a question, even though he didn’t phrase it as one. He didn’t want Sirius to have the option of saying no, but he also didn’t know Sirius’s schedule.

“I’m out of office Remus.” Remus found himself getting even more irritated. Was Sirius just avoiding him?

He felt his voice rising, this was hurting his feelings if he was honest. “You’re always out of office. You never answer when I call you, it’s fucking nutty how hard I have to work to get you on the phone.” That wasn’t entirely true. He had heard Sirius was online quite a bit, it just never seemed to be when Remus wanted to talk to him.  

“It wouldn’t be if you could just check the google calendar or get your nose out of my business.” Well, that wasn’t the response Remus was expecting. Get his nose out of Sirius’s business? Had he been caught out for asking around? 

“I don’t think that’s—“ He began, but Sirius was quick to cut him off. This wasn’t fair.

“Stop asking people why I’m not in the office. It’s none of your business. It’s fucking weird. I don’t know you.” Well if his feelings weren’t hurt before, they were after that statement. He wanted to get to know Sirius, that was the whole point.

“I was just–“ Remus wasn’t going to get a word in edgewise. Sirius wasn’t going to let him, and he was finding that incredibly frustrating. He could feel the hot tears welling up in his eyes, even though he was trying to pretend they weren’t there. His breathing was becoming much more shallow, and he found himself picking at the cuticles of his fingers. 

“And for that matter, it shouldn’t matter whether or not I’m remote. It seems to bother you so much, but you were the one who tried to put me on the project. You were the one who asked Marlene about it. I’ve been remote since before you got picked up, it’s not news to anyone else on the team. It’s weird that you’re so concerned with me.” That wasn’t a fair statement. Sirius asked him out, not the other way around. And then seemingly disappeared from not only their conversations but also any and all meetings. 

“You were the one who—“ 

“That was a big fucking mistake.”  The words felt like they cut into Remus like the scars all over his body were mirrored by the internal ones. This conversation was bringing too much up for him and he could tell. 

He paused, trying to stop the flow of tears down his face, to keep Sirius from knowing just how upset he was. They didn’t know each other well enough for that. Sirius was right. “What was the point of it then? Why’d you ask me and then pull this?” His voice sounded far away like it wasn’t his own. He didn’t know why he sounded so small (maybe it was because Sirius made him feel small). 

“I liked you until you started prying into my life. I don’t need more people running around trying to dig up information on me.” More people? Dig up information?  Remus just wanted to know if he was okay. He wanted to know if Sirius was angry with him, or some other such nonsense. He wasn’t trying to pry or dig up information. But he wasn’t going to say that. So instead, he just mumbles “oh” and hangs up. He couldn’t handle the shock to the system that was more confrontation. So instead he mills about his and Lily’s apartment some more, trying to decide what to wear to this family dinner? He settled on his usual wares because he was already so overwhelmed. He couldn’t risk the way the tags of some of his other clothes, or the fabric blends would make him want to crawl out of his skin.  He pulled himself together and left the house, hoping that Sirius wouldn’t make some surprise appearance.

He didn’t understand how he had ended up in this whirlwind, but he was here. He was in James’s home, sitting down to dinner, trying to be chill. He was trying to understand how he had essentially usurped what he understood to be Sirius’s role in the group. He didn’t want to, but seemingly he was because he had no choice but to show up to these plans. These plans at James’s house for dinner seemed sweet, but there were two extra place settings at the table. Remus wondered who the second was from because he was sure one of them was for Sirius. 

Who had been seated at the second place setting? Who did Remus not know? It seemed that all of the people at this table were people who worked at quill, or the one-off adjacent person, such as Marlene’s partner, Dorcas, or Alice and Ted. He didn’t know them, so he was assuming that they didn’t work at Quill.

He followed along as they talked, but he didn’t add much to the conversation. He had nothing to say, really. He felt like he didn’t belong here. These weren’t his friends, they were Sirius’s. It felt like he was intruding after that fight over the phone. But he didn’t really have a choice, it was in his best interest to just go with it because these people were directly responsible for his poetic success. He couldn’t do anything to jeopardize his career, so instead, he sat there, staring at the empty chair before him. Was Sirius avoiding him? Had he overstepped his bounds? 

He felt the mask he was used to wearing slide back on because he was stressing himself out. He joined into the conversations around the table mindlessly, he wasn’t going to make a mess of this opportunity. But he wasn’t thinking about it until James made a comment about taking leftovers to Sirius’s home. Clearly, his absence was felt around the room, and Remus couldn’t help but feel responsible. He was trying to pretend he didn’t feel guilty, but it wasn’t working. But he went along, in hopes of finding an opportunity to apologize for being so nosy, he just wanted to quell his own fears that Sirius hated him. He was trying to deal with actually being intimate with someone, and vulnerable with someone, after all this time. 

He was shocked when they arrived at Sirius’s home and weren’t allowed in. Was the man agoraphobic? Why did he never leave the house? But he didn’t want to think about it, for fear of being considered nosy all over again. 

“No, lads. Go home. It’s a school night.” That sounded shocking to him. Sirius was 21, he didn’t have a child. Even if he did, there was no way that child could be old enough to go to school. It didn’t make sense.  

“You don’t have a kid,” Remus called, but then his mind roamed back to that first meeting. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe Sirius did have a child, and that was the voice he had heard in that meeting. But then he remembers that they had been in Sirius’s house on a Thursday night, and he had seen no evidence of a child. He wouldn’t miss something so big when he had spent so much time in Sirius’s home that day and the day after. 

But Sirius doubled down, so Remus dropped it. He wasn’t going to continue to talk about it with them. He just followed along with the group as they left, piled back into James’s car, and headed back to his house. Peter, Lily, and James were the only people who remained in their home. Lily had mentioned James taking them home later, and Remus wasn’t about to pass on a free ride home instead of paying for the Underground. Especially not after a long night of interacting with people. So he waited around, drinking beers and hanging out. Remus found himself becoming more comfortable, getting to know James and Peter even better. He’s caught off guard when James just answers the phone sitting in the room with them. Remus really felt like a member of the group when he did that. But then he suddenly stood up and walked away from the group, and Remus feels like it’s his fault all over again. 

 “Sirius, I didn’t know. I don’t want you to get him taken from you. I’m sorry.”

Well, that was interesting, because Remus had no idea what any of that meant. Get who taken? By who? He looked at Lily, incredibly confused. She and Peter exchanged a look before he started talking. 

“You were going to find out eventually.”  He began, but then Lily cut him off. 

“Pete, I can explain, don’t worry about it.”  But then Lily’s being cut off with a quick look and a dry laugh from Peter. 

“At least he’ll forgive me. He wouldn’t forgive you. You don’t know him well enough for that, in his chaotic opinion.” He laughs, but it sounds humorless. God, Remus was confused. 

“Sirius is in this messy custody battle over his younger brother.  It’s why he never comes out anymore. He’s trying really hard to keep his younger brother happy and healthy, and in his care despite how often he gets taken to court over it. It’s why he’s only in like half of our meetings,  and why he’s been working remotely. The poor lad has far too much on his plate.” Peter looks so incredibly worried, and Lily’s working her lower lip between her teeth. This was information he absolutely was not supposed to be privy to, and he felt so incredibly stupid for being so self-centered.  

“I– I had no idea.”  He whispers, shaking his head. How had he not understood why Sirius was so tired? Or busy? How had he missed all of the signs and the concern, or not thought through that voice that had sounded so terrified and sad? Why was someone trying to take his brother from him? Why was the council so involved? What did “messy” even mean?  

“Okay but you didn’t hear it from us, okay?” Lily looks terrified. But Remus is already mentally drafting his apology to Sirius, he didn’t want to cause more chaos in the man’s clearly exhausting life. 

So when the conversation shifted away from the absence of Sirius in the group, and when James returned to the group he began drafting an apology. Remus really was pretending that he didn’t hear James saying he was worried about him, that he was alone all the time, and he’d been lashing out. He definitely pretended he didn’t hear the concern in James’s voice as he said “I can’t remember the last time it was this bad.

Remus: I just wanted to apologize for how I was in the meeting, and on the phone earlier. I know I’ve been prying, and I understand it’s not cool. I was worried, and I went about it the wrong  way, and I’m sorry. I also shouldn’t have lashed out in the meeting, I swear it won’t happen again. 

He didn’t expect a response before the  end of the night, but when James was driving him and Lily home, he received a text. 

Sirius: Can we start over? I’m not really in the business of making more enemies these days. 

He wondered what that meant. Who were Sirius’s enemies? Was that related to the people he was engaged in the custody battle with? He was definitely wary of someone dealing with the council consistently, he remembered his own trials and tribulations with the council, when trying to get a restraining order. But he had made too many snap judgements before, so he was trying not to make any now. 

#unremarkable days #my shit #Marauders #modern au #marauders fic #marauders era #remus x sirius #Sirius Black #sirius #James and Sirius #sirius and remus #sirius and regulus black #regulus black #regulus and sirius black

[hws-cernunnos]

Italian 101:expressing romantic love and attraction

As promised I'm back with the romantic version of this post :D Link

As usual long post ahead (❁´◡`❁)very long oof

Let's start this journey by defining each role with it's name :)

It can be quite useful to understand a certain type of mentality ! You'll see what I mean right away.

Boyfriend is ragazzo and girlfriend is ragazza and they literally mean boy and girl ahah. Now, it's normal for unmarried native English speaking couples in their late 20s and beyond, to call each other boyfriend/girlfriend. That's really not a thing in Italian. Ragazzo/a are only used by teenagers because it does feel quite infantile to refer to your s/o in such terms in our language 😅 especially if you live together... Ex:{nation x}è il mio ragazzo/la mia ragazza

... Which brings me to: compagno/a. It's the word used by adults to refer to their s/o and it means partner as in life partner and it really doesn't matter whether you're only dating, living under the same roof and/but decided not to marry(but maybe start a family!) it's still the correct terminology! So realistically the Italy Bros would call their s/o their partner, at their current age :) And oh! If you ship them with Vanya it could be a great pun since it also means comrade ahah. Kids of course don't make use of it because a) it indicates a committed relationship as I explained, it would be weird b)it kinda sounds like classmate lol (compagno di classe). Ex:{nationx}è il mio compagno/la mia compagna

Weirdly enough it's not that uncommon to hear a teen say fidanzato/a, which supposedly should only indicate your fiance ahah. As a kid it profoundly amused me to hear fellow 12-year-olds talk about their fidanzati. But it is indeed a common way to call your loved one and I used it myself to talk about my friends' bfs/gfs. As you can imagine it lost such connotation, but I can say that many still feel quite nervous about being called fidanzato/a because they feel like they're about to step on the altar. Ex:{nationx}è il mio fidanzato/la mia fidanzata

Talking about altar... Husband is marito and wife is moglie. On the other hand groom is sposo and bride is sposa. Ex:{nationx}è mio marito/mia moglie. As you can see they don't need an article, *John Mulaney voice* quella è mia moglie! I'm so sorry.

A more yoyo *snort* way to refer to your bf/gf is tipo/a, which literally means dude/dudette ahah. Ex. {Nationx}è il mio tipo/la mia tipa😎.

Onto dialectal versions:) very important tbh, could give that something more to your texts. A common way to call your bf/gf in many northern Italian languages (except my own rjrnh) is moroso/a. It stands for "amoroso", loving and it takes the article according to the language; in most cases it does, in Veneto it doesn't. Ex:{nationx}è il mio moroso/la mia morosa or (in Veneto's case) ho visto mio moroso parlare con mio fratello(I've seen my boyfriend talk to my brother). Would be cute in a social media au like, bio "mio moroso🥺" link to the poor lad's account.

In many southern Italian regions you can find zito/a :) (it's used in Apulia, Sicily and Calabria as far as I know!!) and it pretty much means lad/lass.Ex:{nationx}è il mio zito/la mia zita. I'll assume someone like Mano would use it in a more intimate context.

Common terms of endearment and silly pet names ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

A very common mistake I've encountered in ffs is "mi amore". Italian really doesn't work like Spanish, in our language "mi" isn't a possessive adjective but a particle that indicates the indirect object :3

Ex:Mi piace il gelato.(I like ice cream, Ice cream is liked by me).

Mio is what you're looking for ☺ and it doesn't change according to gender because the adjective takes the word's grammatical gender (amore is masculine). In this case the adjective should be postponed "amore mio", unless in an example like this:

Ex. Sei il mio amore(you're my love).

Tesoro works the same way!! "tesoro mio".

As I mentioned in my platonic love post patata/o is very common and so is It's diminutive patatina/o, but it seems like carotina/o (little carrot) is popular as well (not as much tho! Once again the masculine form is pure invention ahah :)) .

Many use sugary sweet stuff like pucci-pucci which don't really mean anything dbbd we all probably collectively think they sound cute(or irritating, depends who you ask).

One I've seen a couple of times in ffs is caro/a...which indeed means dear in Italian!! But it's not that popular:( mostly because it sounds straight out a 50s commercial. It's used in a ironic way and once again ,with others I've mentioned in the other post ,to address someone who happens to be particularly annoying.

My favourite ones have to be respectively tato/a for Feli and principe for Mano. I truly thought tato/a(tatino/a) were panitalian but my main moots are from the South and they said it's not a thing there,,,? Quite the revelation. It doesn't mean anything, it's just baby talk and it's used for.. Anyone really... Your child, your pet, your bf... Might be a short form for the so popular patato but who knows ahah

Principe truly fucks me up. The idea of Romano calling his bf prince out all of things sends me. And yet it seems like it's quite popular in some parts of the South?? In my friend's @flamaflavio words "I've seen 30 something years old women use it". Oh btw princess is principessa just in case :3

Any kind of cute little animal is game(for example cucciolotto,little puppy or topolino/a little mouse that I've already mentioned). And ah in English there's this thing where you take your s/o name and add bear, in Italian it's orsacchiottino, little teddy bear.

Almost forgotten about it, a bad boy type of character might use dolcezza, sweet thing, or piccolo/a baby.

Let's conclude this post with some sentences o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

Sono innamorato/a di te "I'm in love with you"

Mi sono innamorato/a di te "I've fallen in love with you"

Ho una cotta per lui/lei "I've a crush on him/her"

A more sappy one could be "sei la luce dei miei occhi" (you're my eyes' light). It's also said by parents to their children

Ti adoro "I adore you"

Mi piaci "I like you"

Sono pazzo/a di lui/lei "I'm crazy for him/her"

I won't cover compliments but I can tell you how to say someone is hot ahah. You can say:

Che figo/a! (He/she's really hot!)

È davvero bono/a (He/she's really hot)

A funny way is "È proprio gnocco/a". My girl @flamaflavio introduced me to " È un intero piatto di gnocchi " "He/she/they is/are an entire plate of gnocchi" and I've never been the same😭

We also say "è proprio manzo" to talk about a guy ajsjsj. Manzo means beef, so I suppose it's the Italian version of "beefcake". On the same tone of the gnocchi plate a common meme is " Non è solo un manzo è un'intera macelleria " He's not only beef (a steak??)he's an entire butcher's.

In genovese slang(not language mind you, kids language ahhehs) we might jokingly say "Che beccio". A beccio is a very confident (and hot?definitely stylish) guy.

A more crass way can be "Che fregno/a"

Will keep this PG djdj but you can check this link out if you want some funny horny on main expressions ahah link

Aaand we're done!!! Just let me know if you've enjoyed this and what you'll like me to cover in next post 🥰 thanks for reading this

#aph italy #aph north italy #aph south italy #aph genoa #hws italy #hws north italy #hws south italy #hws genoa #italian #italian language #italian 101

[imnotwolverine]

The Holiday

August Walker x reader one-shot

Disclaimer: Mostly fluffy fluff, with a sniff of smut and mention of injury. 

Author’s note: I received this request from @cherrybloomn​ and how lovely it was to dream away of going on a holiday, especially since my current holiday plans have been postponed indefinitely - and I surely am not the only one who faces that problem right now. Please enjoy a little soft!August on a holiday with his wife, whilst cruising through the beautiful city of Rome. * melts *  

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“ La vita e bella, la vita e amore / Life is beautiful, life is love “ 

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The Roman sun kissed the square as hundreds of tourists passed by, their sweaty faces trying to find a spot on the overflowing terraces. Rome was busy this weekend, a parade blocking parts of the city and making the sparse seats on the cobble stoned squares even more lusted after.

You sat back in your chair, a half smile gracing your lips as you watched the people ponder their next moves. Continue walking or wait for a table to free up? Your smile grew as you saw a pair of chubby Americans huff and puff, whilst trying to convince a poor waiter that they had reserved a table.

’No no no..’ The waiter shook his head, pointing to the door of the restaurant. ‘Only in-side.’ His English was so heavily accented, that the husband had to lean in closer to understand him over the loud noises of people laughing and chatting at the closely pressed together tables.

You looked onward, glad you had opted to wear a pair of large sunglasses and a white hat today, your face perfectly hidden from any curious onlookers. Besides.. your little getup matched rather well with your flowing knee-length white dress. Chic.. but simple.

Bringing a cup of scorching hot espresso to your lips you blew on it whistfully, your eyes further examining the happenings on this ancient square. Large white umbrellas were everywhere, keeping people shaded and comfortable as the sand coloured buildings basked in the hot sun. The sky was a crisp blue, no clouds drifting by to offer any relief from the strong August rays.

August. 

Where was he anyways? It wasn’t like him to be late.

You took a pensive sip of the bitter, rich-smelling coffee, savouring the hot liquid kissing your tongue. It wasn’t often you got to drink such good coffee, so you would enjoy every tiny, minuscule sip of it. Sighing softly you licked your lips, placing the small cup back on the table so you could study the menu card. Plasticised and filled with poor English translations, you couldn’t help but grin at the section of “small bits”. Which probably should be small bites, but alas, none would be the wiser.

Movement. Peculiar movement. With half an eye you gazed over your menu card, seeing something that was obviously not an animal, moving with cat-like grace down one of the buildings. A..a man? Looking around without moving your head, your glasses still perfectly hiding your eyes, you checked if anyone else saw. But no, it seemed like people were too occupied with their food, drinks and each other.

Looking back at the man you found him already lost in the crowd. You frowned. Had you just hallucinated this? Did you have a heatstroke or something? Keeping your eyes trained on the spot where you had last seen the man - somewhere just above the first floor of one of the ancient buildings - you missed the fact someone now stood besides you.

‘Is this seat taken?’ A deep baritone made you look up from your studious gaze, your head slowly tipping towards the sky so you could look at him. Blue eyes that matched the cloudless heavens, a tumble of dark curls falling around a neatly trimmed face with moustache. Your heart skipped a beat, but you didn’t show it, your face a mask as your eyebrows rose carefully above the edge of your dark sunglasses.

‘In..corrigible.’ You sniffled softly, moving to remove your bag from the chair. You could hear him chuckle in turn, an amused grin gracing his cupid bowed lips as he shirked off his sweaty blouse, the same blouse you had spotted on the man that was climbing down that building.

Before taking his seat he leaned over, moving close enough to kiss you, making you wait for him, head still tilted up.. but..he didn’t. You frowned again, then felt his fingers slip around your face, pulling your sunglasses from your face, warm eyes looking into yours.

‘Hello beautiful.’ He smiled.

You chuckled, then smiled in turn. ‘Hello husband.’ You hummed as he finally closed the distance, pressing a sweet kiss on your coffee-tinted lips.

‘I thought you wouldn’t come.’ You said as he took his seat next to you, his blouse discarded on the edge of the table. He shook his head, offering you a bemused glance as he took the menu from your hands, eyebrows raising as he checked out the menu items. ‘I promised I’d be here, though unfortunately a little later as the streets were in complete lockdown.’ He said simply, eyes cruising down the menu, a glimmer of amusement flickering over his lips as he probably noticed the same poor translations of the listed items, the sweat of his parkour-tour still gleaming on the edge of his forehead.

‘Hmmm..’ You hummed, smiling up at the sun, eyes closed, your skin smooth and warm in its rays. ‘So tell me..Why here?’ You asked. 

You heard him grumble as you heard the sound of the card being placed back on the table. You raised an eyebrow, eyes slowly blinking open again, his blues hovering so awfully close next to you once more.

‘Well..’ He reached down his pocket, procuring a golden ring from it and taking your left hand, moving the item back on your ring finger - the place where it belonged. You sniffled and looked at the ring for a moment, the gold sparkling in the sun. Without a word you reached for the necklace around your neck, clicking it open so you could remove the ring that hung from it.

Before you could return the favour, he stopped you, his hand folding over yours, taking the ring and showing you the inscription. An inscription you knew well, but still. ‘Amor?’ You asked, not understanding what he was aiming at.

‘Anagram for..’ He offered. You smiled, sighing. ‘Roma.’

‘Assolutamente mia cara.’ He smiled in fluent Italian, his fangs sparkling in the sun. Your August in the August sun. You giggled and poked him playfully in the arm, to which his smile grew into an equally playful grin. Quickly he pushed the ring in his hand onto his finger, catching your hand so he could pull it towards his face, his lips pressing a most gentle kiss on your knuckles.

Your August.

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Five years earlier.

This London bar was rowdy, but “hip”. Young professionals with their cool clothes sipping on far too expensive cocktails and half a litre pints, their bodies on the roam, looking for entertainment for the night. You had been sitting at this bar for a good twenty minutes now and you wondered if you had just been stood up, but was unwilling to accept your faith just yet.

Sipping on your red wine you felt an unwelcome hand brush down your back. Which in all fairness could be accidental, since this bar was busy, but.. it wasn’t. It travelled down further, before testingly squeezing the meat of your buttocks, making you frown before you quickly turned on your bar stool. Your eyes met with a man whose hands were already raised up in the air, his whole being acting as if he was all innocent though he clearly was anything but.

‘Fuck off!’ You growled, making him shake with laughter. ‘Oh come on lil’ bird. I dinno do nuthin’!’ He feigned shock, pressing his hands into his chest. ‘Truly! Knights honour!’

‘Just fuck off will you?’ You warned, turning back around, not in the mood for these kind of shenanigans. You were supposed to be having this blind date with a man who, according to your best friend, was like “the perfect match” for you. Smart, suave, handsome. And..as of right now..not here.

Did he forget? Or was he maybe at a different bar, waiting for you too?

Another hand slipped around your waist and the annoying man was back for round two.

‘Hey baby, looks like you could use some cheerin’…’

‘FUCK OFF.’ You bit back, looking at him with seething eyes. He chuckled again, not willing to stand down and heed your more-than-clear warning. ‘Or what..sugar? Hmm.’ He laughed, pulling his whole arm around you and trying to squeeze himself in between the bar stools.

Thankfully, he couldn’t, the man on your right now turning around, picking up on the little kerfuffle.

‘Mate. Time for you to leave.’ He said, standing up and towering a good few inches above the other man. The annoying laugh died right on his lips as he looked up at the man, the man’s height not being the only advantage; he was much broader in build and from the looks of it he could pack a mean punch.

With the blink of an eye the annoying man disappeared into the crowd, the large man sinking back down on his seat, his hand moving back to his drink. A scotch or something equally honey-coloured and strong. You muttered a thanks and quickly looked back at the door as it swung open, another man entering.

‘Waiting for someone?’ The large man asked, fingers now wrapping around the tumblr glass. You stretched your neck to check the new-comer, deciding that wasn’t your date either. You shrugged, annoyance laying thick in your voice as you responded. ‘A date.’

‘Hmm..when should he arrive?’ His brows furrowed in honest curiosity, his deep blue eyes studying you. You quickly looked away, your hand gripping your glass of wine more tightly. A pained smile crossed your lips before you quickly retorted. ‘Pff..that’s not of interest to you, good sir. Thanks for the help though.’ You nodded. ‘Good night.’

You turned away from him a bit, nervous lips taking a sip of the wine. But you could still feel those mysterious eyes of his, burning into the back of your skull. 

What you didn’t see was that he was in fact no longer looking at you, his eyes now roaming around the bar, studying the crowd.

He hummed, his voice so deep and strong you could still hear him loud and clear. ‘Hmm..did he happen to mention that he’d be carrying anything with him?’

You frowned, turning on your seat to look at him with a mild confusion. ‘What?’

The man shrugged. ‘A..rose? By any chance?’ He smiled, then nodded at a man that was clearly trying to hook up with a brunette whose boobs were near falling out of her dress. A dress that was very similar to yours. A dress you had described for him to find. Oh you have got to be kidd...

You gasped, studying the two for another hot second before you turned your angry and clearly shocked gaze at the stranger next to you. You felt quite hurt, having sat here for twenty minutes, only for your date to apparently be hooking up with a girl just a few meters away. Feeling the embarrassment burn on your cheeks, you quickly slipped of your bar stool, taking your wine in your stride and disappearing in the crowd, hoping the dance floor would offer you some relief.

Well. It didn’t. After being pushed and pulled around, your wine near spilling over for at least a dozen times, you quickly emptied your drink and left the bar, a London-esque drizzle making you shiver in your winter coat. 

You had just called a cab and, seeing one stop right in front of the club, made you jump with delight. Your cab! Your…eh…hold on! You gasped as two other guests quickly jumped in your cab, the door already swooshing closed before you could start to protest.

This really wasn’t your night. Growling in quiet frustration you decided to forgo calling a new taxi, your tired feet clicking on the pavement as you started to walk home. And of course, as things seemingly couldn’t get worse..it started to rain. 

The thick cold water dripped heavily into your hair, slipping down your burning hot face. Hot with alcohol, dancing and..well..embarrassment. Your friend would sure get to hear all about this, because hot damn what an awful night it had been.

*SSWLIP*

An umbrella opened above your head. The frown on your face grew as you looked up, your tired brain taking a good moment to realise what was happening. First you saw the big black umbrella that was now shielding you from the rain. Then it was the face of that stranger again, his body now sporting a thick, dark grey wool trench coat and scarf. Quite dandy in combination with his neatly coiffed lob of curls and moustache.

Sighing you shook your head. ‘I really don’t need a..-‘

‘Let’s eat a slice of pizza and wait for the rain to pass then?’ He smiled, nodding at a 24/7 pizzeria just across the street. You frowned again, then felt your stomach growl at the mere thought of eating. Besides, you didn’t REALLY want to get wet.

‘Only pizza.’ You finally agreed, looking at his unfazed smile, his head nodding ever so slightly in agreement.

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The Roman sun was losing its force as it sank down beneath the rolling hill tops, the scattering of ruins you were walking through being kissed with a golden hue. It was a perfect afternoon, most tourists having moved to see the parades, leaving you and your dear August in a relative quiet as you strolled through town.

You had never been in Rome before, so with true amazement you looked up at the huge pillars and foundations that lay before you, indicating just how huge these buildings had been. You could imagine the life here. How the streets must have bustled with markets and people dressed in rich silks, going about their daily business. What would it have smelled like? Tasted like? Looked like? You knew how colourful it probably had been - you had picked up a thing or two in college and the initial thought of pale white marble statues and buildings had long been debunked. Rome had been colourful. A melting pot of cultures, spices, people.

Just like it was right now, you thought, walking over a small pedestrian bridge with August’s arm wrapped around your waist, his large physique keeping you snug and safe. 

Beneath you a slow river streamed, its sound muffled over the laughter of playing children, running over the bridge, dodging around the few tourists that walked here. You smiled, seeing their happy faces, the remains of a previously devoured ice cream still sticking to their lips and noses.

You could feel his gaze on you, his arm pulling you even tighter towards his chest. You looked up, both your feet halting for a moment as your eyes met, his free arm moving to cup your cheek, tilting your head just so he could look at you better.

You had removed your hat and sunglasses now the sun was no longer burning into your heated skulls, offering him free access to your face whenever he pleased. He smiled, admiring eyes brushing over you.

‘How about..dessert first?’ He asked, a smirk playing at his lips. You raised an eyebrow and placed a hand on his broad chest. ‘To what do I own such pleasure, hmm?’ You jested. He quirked up a playful eyebrow, making the tumble of curls on his forehead shift. ‘Well, it’s our first holiday in..what was it..?’

‘Three whole years.’ You grinned, biting your lip.

‘And you still put up with me.’ He sniggered.

‘And you with me.’ You laughed, poking him, to which he growled, his strong arm pulling you flush against his chest, the hand cupping your cheek now holding you with a certain possessiveness.  Leaning down he brushed his lips over yours, your lips curling up in an amused chuckle, to which he bit down in your lip, his tongue quick to sooth whatever sting he caused. Which.. was exactly what August was. A playful combination of tender dominance, pain and pleasure working together in a heady mixture of love.

He leaned back ever so slightly, a cheshire grin gracing his beautiful lips. You smiled. ‘Mmm..I do know what I want as a real dessert.’ 

He hummed in agreement. ‘Mm-mmm. I can’t wait.’

—

Your apartment was quiet and the curtains were drawn, the bedroom smelling slightly tangy. Of blood, sweat and bitter medicine. Slipping inside you noticed he had not moved since you last checked on him, his body still propped in the pillows, eyes closed, arms folded over the blanket at either side of his body.

Your dear August.

How scared you had been when you learned he had gotten entangled in a cross-fire, your year-long boyfriend now suddenly so fragile and pale under the white sheets. But, you knew this was as much a part of him as you were. You knew who he was, what he did..and this..well this could happen.

With silent steps you moved around the bed, placing the tray with chamomile tea and freshly baked chocolate chip cookies on the side table. His favourite cookies. You could hear him breathe in more deeply, his eyes still closed as he sniffled his nose, a grumble rumbling through his large chest. You smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed, moving to cup his cheek in your left hand.

‘Hey.’ You said softly.

‘Hmm..’ He hummed, eyes slowly opening. You smiled a sad smile, studying his face, seeing how tired he still was despite the weeks of rest, his skin still slightly pale and his beard grown out slightly. And yet, you couldn’t help but feel your heart flutter at the idea that he was alive and healing, make you beam with pride and happiness.

‘I missed you.’ He hummed, his voice croaking.

‘I was only in the kitchen.’ You admonished, your lips curling in a smile.

‘Mhm.’ He agreed, the mirth clear in his hazed blues. Slowly he moved his eyes to side glance the new treasures on the side table, his smile growing when he noticed the cookies.

‘Hmm.’ He smiled in satisfaction, his eyes moving back to you, the haze clearing, but instead making place for a darker hue.

Your breath choked as his hand reached down your arm, taking your hand and pulling it over his shoulder, making you topple over him. 

Even when severely wounded, he easily out-weighed you in strength, your other hand having to shoot up to steady yourself before you crashed right on top of his chest.

Suddenly you were hovering so close to him, your lips near inches removed from one another. He smiled, looking up into your eyes, waiting for you to kiss him. In fact he almost seemed to test you, his smile holding a teasing glint.

‘What?’ You smiled in turn, raising a testing eyebrow.

‘You smell of cookies.’ He breathed, deciding he couldn’t wait, a grunt leaving his lips as he pushed himself up, his lips locking with yours. You wished to push him back in the pillows, but he didn’t let you, his lips instead murmuring in sweet delight: ‘And you taste of them too.’

—

After your city stroll you found yourself sitting on some clanky plastic chairs, a large carafe of wine placed on the wobbly table. You weren’t quite sure why August had been so adamant on eating here, of all places, but at least the pizzas on other people’s plates looked good. Besides, it was super busy and that’s usually a good sign when you eat in some back-way street.

A waiter took your order, August taking it upon himself to order for you both, as his Italian was far better than yours. The waiter jotted something down on a little note block and smiled at you and August, his feet quickly moving to help some of his other guests.

‘Now dear wife. I’d like to introduce you to the best pizza in town.’ August smiled, raising his wine glass to his lips. You scrunched your nose, looking around, confusion clear on your face as you looked at the plastic tables that were squeezed together in this little alleyway.

‘Mmkay..So what’d you order?’ You asked suspiciously.

‘Your favourite.’ He said, smiling happily as the confusion on your face grew. ‘I have a favourite?’

—

‘Sorry love, we’re all out of salami.’ The man behind the 24/7 pizza counter shrugged.

You scowled, pressing your lips together in thought as you looked over the other slices behind the counter, the people in the line behind you sighing in impatience. You were really not one for making fast, pressured decisions. Especially not when you were having an off-day.

‘Quite your lucky day.’ His voice sounded behind you before he stepped in, following your gaze to also look at the slices. He leaned his umbrella on the tile floor and pointed at one of the slices.

‘A slice of Bufala please.’ He nodded at the man and with a few swift movements the slice was moved over the glass counter, the man behind the counter now looking back at you, expectantly. The umbrella-wielding stranger smirked and looked over his shoulder, seeing your puzzled face.  

‘Try a bite.’ He said, offering you his slice of pizza.

‘Naa..’ You waved him off, scrunching your face even more. ‘I want…mmm…I want ehh-.’

‘Try it.’ He repeated, more pressingly.

You looked up at him, then at the pizza, your stomach growling at the sight. The smile on his face grew as he raised a challenging eyebrow, noticing you were about to accept his offer. You frowned, but gave in, moving to grab the slice from his hand anyways. ‘Don’t think you’ll get a bit of my slice in turn.’ You warned.

He chuckled and shook his head. ‘Try. It.’

You kept your eyes trained on his mysterious blues, your mouth taking a tiny hesitant bite of his slice of pizza. And hot damn was it a good bite. You hummed, closing your eyes for a moment before you quickly shrugged yourself out of this exposition of utter delight. Opening your eyes again you were met with an amused grin on the strangers face, his hand carefully prying his slice of pizza from your clutches.

‘Fine. I’ll have one of those too.’ You muttered, looking at the man behind the counter who sighed in relief, his arms moving up to aim at the sky, waving them about with a sense of drama. ‘Mamma Mia! We have a converter! One Bufala coming up for the lady.’

You rolled your eyes, then thanked the man after you and the stranger both paid for your slices.

—

A pizza was put on the small, square plastic table, it’s sheer size big enough to nearly fill the whole surface. It was actually quite difficult to squeeze in the carafe of wine and two sets of cutlery, but you and August managed. Chuckling you took a sip of your wine as August started to cut the pizza into slices. 

It sure did look like an amazingly delicious pizza. A thin but sturdy crust, fresh dollops of buffalo mozzarella that had just melted on top of a rich tomato sauce. A few sprinkles of fresh basil and ..that was it. Simple but truly delicious.

Yep. This was your favourite.

‘I see.’ You nodded.

‘You like what you see?’ He smirked. You looked up, meeting his hungry gaze, though this time it wasn’t for pizza. It was for you.

‘Always.’

—

You and the stranger squeezed yourself in on a red leather bench that ran along the wall of the narrow 24/7 shop, the place completely filled with fellow late-night snackers. Finding a good spot, sitting close and shoulder-to-shoulder you dug into your cheesy slices of heavenly goodness, your eyes taking the time to study the small pizzeria.

You were sitting at tables covered in plastic red-white checkered table cloths, bright TL-lights flickering atop your heads and the air permeating with the welcoming smell of the pizza oven in the back. Smokey, cindering hot..cosiness. 

You felt the strangers arm shift next to you, his mouth catching a string of cheese that was trying to escape. You chuckled quietly, but quickly looked away when he noticed your gaze. Instead you looked at the other late night snackers. Fellow Londoners who talked so loudly you barely could hear your own thoughts. Truly..Brits weren’t the most charming of drunk people around. You snickered as one of the girls shrieked when some of the toppings of her pizza dropped down in her décolletage. Which truly..wasn’t a surprise as she was so busty you could probably stuff a few whole pizzas in there.

You looked back at your pizza. Cheesy, tomatoey goodness with quite the perfect crust. Crunchy, but chewy. With another hum you bit into your pizza, your eyes continuing to wander..though this time at the mysterious stranger besides you. A lock of curls flopped over his forehead, and just below his nose that silly moustache that kind of worked for him. And mind you, his smell which was overwhelmingly sexy somehow.

He noticed your gaze again, his tongue flicking over his glimmering lips before he locked his eyes with yours. Your pizza slowly lowered, near forgotten, as your eyes remained locked with his. He swallowed back the last of his bite, his pizza also forgotten as your eyes and his eyes were all there were in that moment.  

‘Hi.’ You blurted out, immediately scolding yourself for being so stupid. What was wrong with you?!

A quick smile washed over his lips before his eyes flicked for the shortest moment to your lips, then back to your eyes. His intention was clear and your breath choked, you eyes blinking as you saw him lean into you in near slow-motion. Closer…closer..closer. His blue eyes drowning out everything around you, until you felt a tickle on your upper lip. His moustache, the whiskers coarse on your tender skin. You shivered, feeling the softness of his warm lips on yours. And then his tongue flicked out, this time to caress your lips, first brushing over your upper lip before begging entrance.

You didn’t even know his name. But heck. The kiss deepened and you felt yourself getting swept away, body melting into his, your breath choking in this sweet, midnight..pizza-bliss.

—

‘Fuck kitten.’ He growled as he pushed the white dress off your shoulders, your lingerie immediately being admired by his roaming hands, his lips not leaving yours as he pulled you through the little hallway of the hotel room. He didn’t even bother to flick on the lights, his and your feet shuffling awkwardly past the furniture until you found the bed, your bodies tumbling on top of the bouncy mattress.

You let out an airy chuckle, feeling his body crawl on top of yours like it had a hundred times. Familiar calloused finger tips caressing your skin, the alcohol buzzing through your veins, your belly filled with a shamefully large amount of good food. But it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered.

‘One...’ He pressed a kiss on your belly. ‘..whole..’ His hot breath trailed up, his facial hair scratching and burning up your skin whenever you pushed air in your excited lungs. ‘..month.’ He whispered, pulling the cup of your bra down so he could lather your nipples with equally blazing trails of kisses. You snickered, fingertips brushing through his curls, legs looping around his strong thighs.

‘I missed you so much.’ You muttered, shivering beneath his wanton touches. Gods you missed him. This.

He hummed, then moved up, his dark timbre now suddenly so very close to your ears. You could nearly hear him smile. In fact you just knew he was smiling, his breath brushing over your cheeks.

‘And now ..for dessert…’

You laughed, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him close. ‘Mmm…More like..for starters.’

Another Author’s note: Why Rome for me? 

2017. My boyfriend had one simple task..and that was ordering plane tickets for our holiday to Greece. Little did he know he forgot to check the “direct-flights” check box and next thing you know you are spending 12 hours on an airport near Rome. Not wishing to waste our precious holiday we booked train tickets and traveled to the city centre. What followed was a magical few hours running past tourist attractions to eat as much as we possibly could. Yes, my dear readers, that is love.

Tips:

- Best gelato (ice cream) - Gelateria del Viale - try the lemon flavour!! The texture’s so perfectly creamy and the slightly bitter, rich lemon flavour quenches your thirst like nothing else can.

- Best pizza (REALLY THOUGH) - Dar Poeta - the place looks clanky and cheap. But dear gods are their pizzas good. Later at the airport we found someone walking around with one of their pizza boxes; “I’m taking it home to my wife.” So yes; eat their pizza when you’re in town. You won’t regret it. 

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Going Home Chapter 5

Summary: After a pregnancy scare.Apple tries to Santi about it,but he put his foot in his mouth. this chapter is a long one!! hope yall enjoy it.

Warning: fighting and pregnancy scare

Weekend is finally here. Time for resting up from the hectic work week. Not the case for Santi and Apple. She has to work at the ER tonight,and won't be home till the early morning. Santi is babysitting his goddaughter, Mia . For a five month old she is full of energy. He is nervous to no end. Afraid he might hurt her or even give her the wrong food. Frankie gave him a list of things she likes,and what time to feed her. Not to mention her baby food. Also her blanket she sleeps with,and the baby monitor. Santi keeps telling himself” I can do this . no problem. Only two days of this. Apple would be there to help me. “ Speaking of his darling . Who has been working hard. She volunteered to work in the ER since there was a nurse due to the stomach flu. She told him that she would text him from time to time. Before the baby gets here. Went to find his guitar . Just in case he has to sing her to sleep. Or to entertain her while she is in the playpen.

Franke yells for Santi to help him with all of the baby stuff. He needs this time away. Even if it was to teach young army recruits to learn the fine art of flying. Good opportunity for his wife to have a break. Randi comes in with the little baby. Still in her carriage. Sits it on the couch. Looks so cute when she is asleep. Frankie tells Santi,” She will be fine. She just had her bottle. If she cries. Just sing something sweet can't have her grow up listening to metallica.” Santi moans,” aww come on man!! She wants to have a hip uncle.” Frankie just rolled his eyes. Before leaving. Frankie leans down to place a kiss on his daughter’s head,and tells Santi,” Thank you for doing this man. Means a lot. Tell apple jacks hope she does not work too hard.” Santi nods and closes the door very softly so it won't wake her up. He goes over to sit next to the baby. Watching her sleeping so peacefully. Thinking how lucky Frankie is. To have a child. A family. Maybe one day him and Apple can have that as well.

Apple hated lying to her love. How can she tell him that she thought she was pregnant. Took a test that did not seem right. As a nurse. She knows something is not right. Before going to work. She went to her doctor to find out what was going on.According to her doctor’s findings that Apple had a false positive. That made her feel really sad. Thought it would be a nice surprise to tell Santi that he was gonna be a daddy. Since Santi has been spending time with his goddaughter, it's natural for him to have those kinds of thoughts. As soon as she got home. She is gonna tell Santi her sad news. In hopes he does not get mad at her.

On the homefront. Santi is having baby problems. Mia was due for her evening feeding. After giving her a bottle. Santi was burping her,and she spit up on his shirt. Which took him by surprise,” Okay little one. You just made a mess on your uncle. Hope you know that I will be smelling like your dinner. Muchas gracias, little one.” After discarding his messy tee,tries to change her diaper. Thinking he got it round her small body. Picks her up,and the diaper falls down. Mia starts to pee! Poor uncle Santiago, not having a good day. Apple watched that ordeal. Puts a strain on her heart. Seeing him with her broke her heart into millions of pieces. Quietly went upstairs to their room and cried.

After giving the little one a bath.Santi looked out the window to see Apple’s jeep under the carport. That puzzled him.She always calls out to him when she comes home. Something is not right. Soon he puts Mia in her bed,and turns on the monitor, goes into their room to see his darling. Curled up into a ball.Sobbing into her pillow. He lays down behind her,” Hay mi amor, what is the matter? Hard day? Want me to get you something to eat.” She wipes her eyes,” No Santi, Not hungry”Santi brushes a few strands of hair from her face,” Don't shut me out honey. Whatever it is. We can work it out.” She sat up so she could lay her head on his chest. Take a breath,” Before work, I felt like I was gonna puke. Thinking I was pregnant . Took a test. The results were not right. Sooo.. I went to the doctor,and found out it was a false positive!! “ Santi didn't know what to feel right now. Sad that he is not gonna be a dad or she didn't let him go to the appointment with her, Lets out a sigh,” baby, why didnt you fucking tell me about this earlier! Though we were done keeping secrets! “ Apple sits up, starts to pace the floor,” You think it was hard not telling you! I was scared Shooter!! Seeing you with Mia made me think about our future. Feel that we might not have that kind of a miracle!” Santi walks over to her, pulls her into his arms.Let her cry.All he could do is hold her tight. He led her back to bed so he could comfort her. Softly sings to her so she could calm down. While rubbing her shoulder,and placing kisses there,” Apple, thought it was a sign that it is not the time for us to be parents. So don't worry about it so much. We have a little one in the other room we can practice on till then. Won't hurt to keep trying to make a baby.” Apple tried not to get mad,” Santi! You sound like it is your mission to make a baby!! Maybe I don't want to try to get pregnant right after the most sad event of our lives!!” He really put his foot in his mouth again.Caused Apple to get up and go outside so she could be by herself.

After the loud outbursts from the adults. Mia started to cry. Like a flash . Santi rushes over to her, picks her up. Rocking her as he walked around the room looking out the window sees his other baby. Sitting under the huge oak tree. How could he say that to her? All he wanted to do is to make her laugh.Not to make her mad. That thought was dashed when Mia started to cry again,” Guess I just screwed up yet again little one. I love your aunt so much. She is the one for me. Always have been. Not ready to be alone again. Afraid she might leave me. “ She reached to touch his rough cheek. That made him tear up. Soon as he puts the little one back to bed. He calls the one person he could trust.

Apple was not doing better either. So many emotions to deal with.Sad about the test results, mad about Santi’s bad choice of words about making babies. Maybe she is not ready for that. Hoping he would understand if they took a break from having sex. Too many things to think about. So she takes out her phone,and calls Lizzy. After a couple of rings,” Omg! What did Doc Bailey say? Are you or are you not pregnant? “ Apple sobs,” It's a false positive! Told Santi about it. He was so hurt about the news ,and pissed that I didn't let him go to the appointment. Then he had the audacity to say that he wants to keep trying to have a baby! After what I went through. Maybe I don't want to rush that just yet.Lizzy sighs,” Honey, have you two ever talked about having a baby? If not? No time like the present to do this. He loves you so much girl! “ Apple took her friend’s advice to heart. Looked up to see Santi watching her from the upstairs window.

Santi was on the phone with Frankie. Pacing around like a caged animal. He is beyond scared. Frankie said,” Dude! Number one you really put your size 10 foot in your mouth. Sometimes you need to see this situation through her perspective. Apple jacks is scared. Just love her Santi, just love her. Show her that there is more to your relationship that just sex. I know that is not the case.I forgot. We are coming home early. Weather is going to be bad tomorrow. “ Santi sighs,” Are y'all in town?” Frankie says,” we are at the diner. Why don't you bring Mia with you. So we can have a family dinner. Might do you some good.” Soon as he got off the phone with Frankie. Packed up a sleeping Mia,and put her in her carrier. Little does that he know. Apple is gonna join them too. Randi just got off the phone with Apple. Both of them are about to walk into an ambush.

Soon as he got Mia all situated in his truck. Noticed Apple’s jeep is gone. Pays no mind to it. Thinking she might have gone out to get something. While driving. He was thinking about the time they spent together. Got him to tear up again,” Come on Santi! Focus! Do what Fish said “think about her feelings . then sees Apple’s jeep! Thinking she is there to get some take out. No! Sees her with both Randi and Frankie! Broke his heart to see her leaning on Frankie’s shoulder . Crying. Santi takes a breath, goes inside, takes a seat behind them. Frankie nudges his wife for her to look behind her,'' See you made it safely. Give me my baby! OH have I missed you! Wearing a small Metallica tee? Santi really.” Apple looked up from Frankie’s shoulder. Caused her to bail. Santi punched his friend’s shoulder,” This was a setup!! What is the deal! “ Randi speaks up,” Call what you want. You two have an issue that needs to be dealt with! So go!” Santi went outside to catch up with Apple. As soon she gets inside of her jeep. Santi knocks on the window,” sweetheart, I want to tell you that I'm a dick about your feelings. Never wanted to hurt you. Talking to our friends made me realize that. Yes, being with Mia made me think about us having a family. Something we never had the chance to discuss. So let's do that okay? Come out so we can figure out what to do.``Apple got out of the jeep,and Santi pulls her close.Rocking her back and forth. After a few moments, she finally calms down. He kissed her tears that fell onto her cheeks. Apple whispers” Glad that you finally see what my mind was going through. Yes, we have never discussed the family thing,I want the same thing,but lets not try to make it the reason for us to have sex Santi. Give me time to process this. Then we could start again. Can you do that for me Santi? Can you wait?” Santi placed both of his hands on her cheeks,” Of course mi amor anything you want. Was afraid that you would leave me! Could bare the thought of that tore me up. “ she kissed his lips, tasted the salty tear,” Why would I do that? We had another fight. So what! Couples fight. So let me get through your thick head Mr. Garcia. I'm not going nowhere!” He pulls her towards the diner and sees Frankie giving him a thumbs up sign.

#triple frontier #santiago pope garcia #santiago garcia x reader #oscar isaac

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saint. || soobin (2.8)🌪

🖤┊𝔰𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔱 . ೄྀ࿐ 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: 𝖘𝖔𝖔𝖇𝖎𝖓 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: 𝖘𝖒𝖚𝖙/𝖆𝖚 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙; 2781

you watched in total fear, soobin being escorted out to the cop car outside the window beside you. he gave you money to eat while you studied but how could you even eat after what just happened? as soon as the police car sped off you collected your things along with soobin’s and rushed to his car. you thanked god for the rolled down windows and push to start button. 

you stretched your arm over the driver’s door and unlock it the way. you swing the door open and sit yourself in the driver’s seat while stuffing you and soobin’s things in the passengers’. you knew how to drive of course, but there weren’t many times you found yourself behind a wheel. you were too busy in panic mode to care anyways. you remembered how easily soobin called people through the touchpad in between the seats. you quickly acted, scrolling through his contacts and aha,

found yeonjun.

his phone rang several times before he answered. you thanked god for the second time, because there was no way you could tell his parents where he was right now. 

“hello?”. yeonjun answers. 

“hello? yeonjun?”. 

“soobin? your voice is high as hell right now you alright?”.

“this isn’t soobin”. 

“ah, girlfriend?”. 

“yes-whatever yeonjun I need your help. soobin just got arrested”. 

yeonjun felt himself drown with worry. he’d just talked to him about being prepared for anything but he didn’t think it would all take place so fast. 

“arrested? where? where are you? how did you get his phone?”. yeonjun asks in a panic while shoving his arms into his jacket. 

“I’m at the coffee shop in the middle of town. the cops just came in and asked for his name, and they cuffed him. I’m in his car right now”. 

“coffee shop in the middle of town? i live down the street. I’m on my way right now”. yeonjun assures before he hangs up. you take this time to lay your head on the driver’s wheel. you weren’t even the one who had gotten arrested yet you were scared out of your mind. you hoped nothing happened to him. all you had was prayers. and even though you haven’t been the best saint lately, you hoped god heard you loud and clear. 

“so? why did you do it soobin?”. one of the law enforcement officers had asked. soobin wriggled his wrists in the tight cold metal cuffs. he was sitting in a wooden chair at a table in the middle of a cold room. there was one light in the middle that shone a bright circle on the table alone. the law enforcement officer was on the other side of the table, there were two of them actually. they were way too big for soobin’s liking. 

“what? do what?”. 

“don’t play stupid with me”. one said aggressively. 

“why did you break into her home?”. the other said just as aggressive, bringing himself further into soobin’s peripheral. 

‘be prepared for anything’, he remembered yeonjun’s words clearly. he remained calm. 

“I didn’t break into anyone’s home”. soobin comfortably says. 

“you had to have something to do with it. these guys wouldn’t say your name if you didn’t”. 

“who said my name?”.

one of the officers began to spread out mugshots of kevin, michael, and seongjun. soobin curses in his head. he should’ve listened to you. they were never his real friends. 

“so? what the hell made you want to orchestrate home invasion and rape, soobin?”.

soobin thinks for a moment, trying to think logically rather than out of fear. if he thought out of fear he’d be a dead man. his heart was rising with each question but he wasn’t going to show it. 

“orchestrate?”. soobin tilts his head to the side, “I thought you said I was one of the ones who broke into her home? Now i’m the one orchestrating it?”.

the other officer slams his hands down on the table harshly. 

“the night of the incident, where were you?”. 

“my girlfriend’s house”. soobin says so nonchalantly that it pissed the officers off. 

“doing what?”. the other officer interrogated, trying to catch him in some sort of lie. soobin smirked to himself, revealing the dimple that always drove you crazy. he sits up in his seat, furthering his face to the shared light in the center of the room. 

“do you really want to know?”,

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yeonjun knocks on the window with his knuckle startling you. you lift your head and the both of you switch places. you were now in the passenger’s seat and yeonjun was behind the wheel. he looked just as stressed as you were and you were thankful that. at least he had one other person that cared about him just as much as you did. he stretches the seatbelt over himself, 

“so what happened? they just came in and cuffed him?”.

“yes we were about to study and they just came in and asked if he was choi soobin and left with him cuffed”. you confirmed with your anxiety through the roof. yeonjun combs his hair over with his hand while driving off. there were only a couple of police stations in town so he knew where to go. 

“did he look scared at all? nervous maybe?”.

“he looked kind of calm but you could tell he was scared on the inside”. 

yeonjun shakes his head a bit, “that’s not good. he needs to be in a calm state no matter what is going on”. 

“and how do you propose he do that? he just got arrested out of nowhere”. 

“if soobin acts out of fear he’s going to be behind bars within the next 24 hours. even if he looks scared or looks nervous he can’t show it. this will make him look guilty”.

“he didn’t do it! don’t they have evidence that he wasn’t there?”.

“the boys told the police several things. so i don’t know what’s going on right now. i just hope he’s keeping his head”. 

“yeah if he even had one in the first place--god i told soobin to stop associating with them. he’d never be in this”. 

“you shouldn’t worry, he should be fine for the most part”.

“how are you so sure?”. you question. 

yeonjun grins, “I have faith in my boy”.

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“what’s that? what the fuck are you grinning for?”. the officer expresses growing angry. soobin shrugs and sits back in his chair. 

“i can tell you a story of all the things I did at my girlfriend’s house. i’m telling you, I wasn’t there that night”.

“don’t get smart with us soobin we asked you one question. by avoiding it we’re going to assume that you know more information than you want to share”.  one retorted disgustingly.

“what were you doing on the night of the invasion at mia howard’s home?”.

soobin licks his lips. “eating pussy”. he said nonchalantly once again.

“don’t fucking play with us soobin”.

“you’re a rich boy aren’t you? can get any girl he wants and maybe mia howard rejected you. you texted your buddies and asked them to carry out that plan for you”.

“is this what happened?”. 

soobin shook his head. “they’re lying. mia howard has definitely sucked my dick before”.

“Look! we’re not here to troll you on your sexual experiences. we want to fucking know what you had to do with the mia howard case and why these perpetrators are saying that you carried out this plan”.

“they said you were the one that called all the shots in the group is this correct?”.

soobin nods, “to some degree”. 

“what do you mean to some degree?”.

“they listen to me but I never gave any orders. i’m only seen as the one who calls the ‘shots’ because financially and physically, i have most of the power. that’s out of my control though”.

“they said that just weeks before the incident you spit on her and kicked her out of your house. is this true?”.

shit, soobin thought.

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arriving at the police station was you and yeonjun. the both of you gave soobin’s name to the administrator who ushered you to the waiting area beside the interrogation room. a bland white wall arrayed with chairs, it looked like a jail cell within itself. 

“he’s being interrogated?”. you ask anxiously. yeonjun stares blankly at the sign on the door that read, “interrogation rm” before looking back at you. 

“no, he’s at the grocery store buying us a bag of chips”.

you scoff and roll your eyes. 

“is this really a time to be joking around?”. 

“no, but this also isn’t a time to be raising our anxiety levels and asking dumb ass questions with obvious answers”. 

you gave yeonjun a cold look to which he looked back at you and smirked like the asshole he was. 

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“and why would you do something like that?”.  

“me and mia weren’t the best people to each other around that time. after I met my girlfriend I didn’t associate with her again”. 

“tell us more about you and mia’s relationship”.

soobin sighs. 

“she wanted clout, i got oral in exchange. theres no relationship”.

���what did she do to make you angry enough to spit on her?”.

soobin swallowed. “she was attention seeking and was just using me. I let my anger get the best of me that day”. 

“and this wouldn’t be the first time your anger has got the best of you would it?”. 

“i don’t usually get angry like that”. 

“so this particular anger was just for mia?”.

“not just for her, I exploded on my parents a couple of times. you don’t see me carrying out a scheme for them though”.

“you just said you don’t get angry like that”. 

“i don’t”.

“so you don’t call exploding on your parents anger and spitting on others anger?”.

“both of those incidents happened only one or twice”.

he wasn’t a repeated offender, so the officers decided to push that off of the agenda. they then decided it was best to lie, they needed more evidence.

“theres evidence that shows this isn’t your first time carrying on another plan of rape. would you like to tell us about it?”.

“you thought we didn’t know, didn’t you?”. the other officer plays along as if soobin’s heart wasn’t bouncing in his chest. he quickly played it off. 

“another? I didn’t even commit this one, so how would there be another?”.

“that isn’t what your buddies said”. 

“they’re lying”. 

“are they? are they all just lying on your pure soul?”. 

“yes. I’m rich and popular aren’t I? they’re jealous”. 

“we’ll find out just how jealous they are”.the officers threatened before strolling out of the room. soobin gulped finally breathing comfortably. he toyed with his hands in his cuffs before a police officer strolls in shortly after. “come with me”. he beckoned. scared out his mind soobin approaches him and he grips soobin’s wrists while escorting him out of the room. words couldn’t explain the joy he felt when he spotted you and yeonjun in the hallway waiting patiently.

“soobin!”. you gasped while he was walking passed you, the police officer was aggressive with him and told him to keep walking. you and yeonjun followed the both of them of course. but you wish you hadn’t, your heart shattered when soobin was pushed behind those cold bars. he looked so helpless. “we’re keeping you in a holding cell overnight until your case is cleared. if they find no charges against you you’re free to go”. the police officer assured, locking it swiftly. 

“you two, 10 minutes only. if you go over you will be escorted by security”.

you and yeonjun nod gratefully while he walks away. you clutched the bars with a sorrowful look on your face, soobin’s heart broke. “I’m going to be okay mama, alright? it’s okay princess”. soobin uses the opening at the top of the bars to plant a kiss on your lips. 

“alright, bonnie and clyde”. yeonjun rolls his eyes and soobin pulls away.  “wait in the car alright? I have to talk to yeonjun”. you nodded. “take care of yourself soobin”. you assured before making your way there, trying to hold back tears. yeonjun waited until you were fully out of the door. 

“so? how was it?”. 

“it was fine at first until they started asking questions about how this is my second time planning a rape scheme”. 

yeonjun’s eyes widened. 

“they know about that?”.

“I’m guessing the boys told him”.

“whatever you do soobin do not panic alright? the boys still have evidence against you for anything yet. you don’t have to admit to anything”.

“how do I know they have no evidence against me? what if the cops have all the evidence in the world but just want to see what I’m going to lie about?”. 

“that also means how do you know the cops aren’t lying themselves? lying to the potential suspect is a interrogation tactic you know”.

“i don’t know yeonjun. that shit hit too close to home”. 

“remain calm. you’re going to get out this shit. the boys have absolutely nothing against you. unless those officers pull out some type of evidence the boys showed them, you’re okay”. 

soobin thinks for a moment and nods. yeonjun takes this time to knock the bars of the cell. 

“they really got you in this shit huh? you can now say you were an inmate at some point in your life”.

“now why the hell would I want to say that?”. yeonjun shrugs, 

“i don’t know, to sound bad ass”.

“yeonjun can you cover for me tonight? tell my parents i went on an overnight trip with the school sports team--anything just dont tell them I’m here”. 

yeonjun nods, “i got you”.

soobin chews on the inside of his cheek before requesting something else. 

“can you also do me another favor? I’ll pay you”. 

yeonjun already had money, but he figured a little extra change couldn’t hurt anyone. 

“what is it?”. 

“can you take care of someone for me?”. 

yeonjun rolls his eyes and immediately scoffs, knowing what soobin was getting at. 

“I’m serious jun”. 

“I know, that’s what getting me. what do I have to do?”.

“I pick her up for school every morning. she wakes up at 5:45am but she doesn’t like to tell me that because she hates when I pick her up. It takes her only 15 minutes to get dressed so be out there by 6:00. since the school doors doesn’t open until 7am I take her to get breakfast. she won’t admit to me that breakfast helps her throughout her school day because she doesn’t like when I spend money on her but do it anyway. I don’t care what she says, just do it. I wait outside her classroom door for her for most of her classes but since i know you aren’t as invested you don’t have to. just check on her in the morning and in the afternoon to make sure she’s having a good day. she has history in the morning and math in the afternoon. both of those classes stress her out a lot so if you see her stressed, take her out for ice cream after school. she will deny the fact that she’s stressed but don’t listen to her. just buy her ice cream anyways. she won’t tell you a specific flavor she wants so just buy her something with chocolate. make sure she gets home safely afterwards. do not pull off until she’s all the way in the house. I’m not saying you guys have to talk to each other but if you do just be gentle with her. she can be a bit feisty sometimes but that’s just how she--”. 

“you’re acting like you’re going to prison for the rest of your life”. yeonjun interrupts. 

“did you get everything?”. 

“yes. sounds like a lot of work. how much are we talking?”. 

“500?”. 

“mmcht. 500 is pocket change but i’ll take it since you’re a menace to society right now”. yeonjun jokes. 

“2 minutes!”. the officer warned. 

“if she looks stressed right now or if she’s crying take her to get some food alright? and don’t fucking flirt with her yeonjun i’ll kill you i swear to god”.

“you don’t have to worry about that she’s annoying just like you”. yeonjun assures on his way to leave. 

“take her shopping if she’s really depressed!”. soobin screamed after him. 

“damn! what else soobin would you like me to wipe her ass too?”. 

soobin laughed a little, 

“if she needs it!”. he replies. 

“for fucks sake soobin!”.

#choi soobin #choi soobin au #txt #txt au #choi yeonjun #choi beomgyu

[abraxos-is-toothless]

The Beauty That Is She

Part 2 is here! This part made me really soft so, get your feelings prepared.

Previous: Part 1

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“You’re my mate.”

Gods, those words were his undoing, and Fenrys reached out for her, putting his hands on Eva’s hips and dragging her flush against him. She let out a breathy little gasp at the contact and he felt his heart rate pick up. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, not caring about anyone else and just breathed her in. He vaguely heard Rowan telling Aedion and Lys to take Connall and Mia somewhere, just as a voice full of laughter and a bit of confusion rang out through the courtyard. “Well, what the fuck is happening here?”

Fenrys looked up to see Lorcan approaching them, Elide at his side with their little one in her arms, a clear sign that Lorcan was no threat. Still he couldn’t help the possessive snarl he let out when the other male was close enough, holding Eva tighter in his arms. “Easy boyo, it’s just Lorcan.” Rowan murmured to the side of them. It was then that he realised Evalin was looking up at him, worry written on her face, and it looked as though she was struggling to breathe slightly. He released her, pushing her away only a little to hold her face in his hands.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, I swear.” She brought her hands up to hold his wrists, thumbs rubbing along the skin on the inside.

“I’m alright.” Eva breathed, and then she smiled at him, making Fenrys gladly feel as though his knees might give out. He smiled back at her and watched the way her eyes softened and he was about to lean in, to do what he didn’t know, but then out of the corner of his eye, he could see Rowan watching them with a hard look in his eye. Even Lorcan seemed to be a bit put out at the sight, after all, he’d taught the girls, watched them grow into who they are now. Fenrys was actually surprised they were holding themselves back. He and Eva needed to talk but not like this, not in front of everyone, watching them like a hawk- quite literally in Rowan’s case.

“Take a walk with me, Eva?” She hesitated a little, turning back to look at her parents, but his Queen only snorted at the two of them.

“Go with him Lin, your father is just being what I like to call a Territorial Fae Bastard. You’ll have to get used to it now.” Rowan rolled his eyes at his wife, tilting his head to look at her with pure adoration. Aelin just smirked at him, making Fenrys chuckle as he took Evalin’s hand in his own, leading her towards the gardens. They only made it a few steps before Aelin spoke once more, “Oh and Fen,” he turned his head to look at her, “your hands are to be kept to yourself until the wedding. I should have most of it planned out by the time you return.” He watched as Evalin spun back to face her mother, eyes wide in shock, and just a little bit of embarrassment.

“Mother! What wedding?” Fenrys rubbed his thumb across the back of her knuckles to soothe her, satisfied that the touch did its job when she leaned into him more.

“Evalin, I am Queen and you are my daughter. Things will be done properly. I will not have people whisper about you in the streets. Now, off you go.” Aelin made a flicking motion with her hand before she walked over to Elide, taking the little boy from her arms and walking back to the castle, Lady Lochan following after her. He pulled on Eva’s hand so they could start walking again, ignoring the narrowed eyes of both Rowan and Lorcan. They walked slowly, a comfortable silence between them, and he couldn’t help but watch her. Whenever she caught him looking, a beautiful flush would stain her cheeks and she’d turn her head away.

It wasn’t long before they reached the large willow tree at the bottom of the garden and he gestured for them to sit down underneath, almost hidden away from the world under the low hanging branches. Fenrys still hadn’t let go of her hand, and he now was holding it in his lap, palm up and tracing little patterns into her soft skin. Eva’s breath turned shaky and he turned to see her biting her lip, and the gods help him, he couldn’t help the thoughts he had of biting it himself. “What’s wrong?” Her eyes flicked from where he held her hand, up to his face, lips parted slightly. Fuck, his self control was beginning to wear thin.

Her fingers twitched as Eva asked softly, “May I braid your hair?”

Fenrys laughed as he said, “Of course you can.” She looked surprised for a moment, as if she'd expected him to say no. What she didn’t know was that, deep down, he’d didn’t have it in him to deny her anything. Tentatively, she moved up onto her knees to sit behind him, removing the band of leather that was already holding his hair back. He let out an involuntary groan when Eva ran her fingers through his hair, relishing in the way she giggled, twisting the strands around.

“Will you tell me a story?” She bent down to whisper the words in his ear, causing him to clench his hand into fists where they rested on his thighs, shivers running down his spine.

Fenrys took several deep breaths, his reply coming out shaky, “W-what kind of s-story do you want to hear?”

“Can you tell me about some of your time after you met my mother? She doesn’t like to talk about it much, only sometimes.” Fenrys heard a hint of sadness in her voice, but he wasn’t sure if she was sad because Aelin never really talked, or because of the reasons her mother never spoke about before they had won the war.

“Did she ever tell you about when I took the blood oath?” Aelin would probably kill him for this, but Evalin had asked.

“No. We know that father, Lorcan, you and Uncle Aedion took the oath but not much else. Father says she would have given the oath to Gavriel too, but she had wanted to wait for Aedion to take it first.”

“That’s true, and he would have been honoured. But as for myself, I was dying when I took that oath.” He felt Eva go still, hands pausing where she was rewrapping his hair with the band of leather, “Cairn, a sadistic bastard that Maeve put in charge, had been the one to torture Aelin. Right before your father and the others invaded that camp we were in, your mother tried to goad Cairn into killing her, before he tortured her with fire. I had watched him hurt her too much because of my blood oath to Maeve and finally I snapped and broke it, knowing the consequence would be my death, but I couldn’t watch anymore. Couldn’t watch as she died. Your mother offered me that oath to save my life.”

Evalin moved the braid to lay on his shoulder, before sitting next to him once more, eyes shining as she looked up at him and resting her hand on his chest, over his rapidly beating heart. “Were you scared? Of dying I mean.” Fenrys brought his hand up and placed it over hers, eyes fluttering closed.

“I wasn’t afraid to die for your mother, to die for what I believed in. I was afraid of what death would bring me though. Whether it would only bring me an eternity of darkness, or if maybe the gods would have reunited me with my brother.”

“Are you happy, Fen?” His eyes shot open at the softly whispered words, seeing Eva watch him with genuine curiosity. She was breathtaking, with only a few streams of sunlight touching her skin through the tree branches, making her features softer. Steeling his nerves, he wrapped an arm around her waist, lifting her into his lap. There was a small intake of breath before Eva wrapped one hand around the back of his neck, the other resting on his forearm. That voice was back in Fenrys’ mind, singing at him.

Mate. Mine. Mate. Mine.

He tucked a rogue strand of silver hair behind a delicate pointed ear and murmured with all of the joy he felt, “I have found you, haven’t I? I never thought I’d be lucky enough to have a mate, but here you are.” Eva blushed again at his words, tongue dipping out to wet her bottom lip and Fenrys felt his control snap at the sight. Slowly, so fucking slowly, he cupped her cheek in his hand and leaned forward, giving her time to say no if that was what she wanted. When she closed her eyes and leaned in too, Fenrys closed the distance between them, pressing his lips to hers gently. He did it again, twice, three times before trying to deepen the kiss; parting his lips and feeling her follow the movement, groaning when she boldly took his bottom lip between her teeth. At her gasp at his reaction he pulled back, looking at her carefully, trying to figure out if everything was alright. Evalin was panting, her chest rising and falling quickly, just as his own was.

“That was...” She trailed off making him chuckle.

“Intense, is the word that comes to mind.” Eva only nodded in return, before eyes widened and something almost like fear took over her dazed expression.

“With a wedding, comes a wedding night.”

Now he was slightly confused, raising a brow at her statement. “As far as I’m aware, yes, there is.”

She looked even more nervous now and he wanted to make everything better again. “I mean that, we would have to...” Her head tilted back and she took a deep breath, before looking down at her lap. “You’ve lived for a very long time which probably means you have had many lovers, but I have never, you know, and well that’s something that would have to be done. I just, I don’t want to disappoint you if you’re...expecting certain things.”

Oh. Oh.

“Gods Eva, I’d never make you do something you weren’t ready for. Yes, I have had lovers, but I wouldn’t be expecting anything of you. I’d wait forever if that’s what you decided and how could I ever be disappointed in you?” He didn’t care about whatever fucked up shit was meant of royals, about stupid wedding night consummations. If that wasn’t what she wanted, then so be it. Fenrys tilted her head back up so she was looking at him once more, leaning in to breath his next words against the skin of her neck. “But when we do have that time, when you decide that it’s what you want, I promise to worship every inch of you. To show you just how much you mean to me, because no female on this earth could compare to you.” As he finished, he gently pressed his canines into her skin, dragging them carefully, listening to the little whimper that escaped her lips.

“We should go back, before they decide to come looking.” Pulling away from her neck, he pressed his lips to her once more, quick and chaste, a promise of more to come before he wrapped his arms around her and stood. Eva squealed as he said against her mouth;

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” And with that he nodded, before disappearing into the shadows with her, reappearing back in the courtyard of the castle. He settled her on her feet as she stared at him in fascination. “That was quite different from actually watching you do it.”

Fenrys made a promise to tell her how it felt for him the first time later, taking her hand and linking their fingers together, revelling in the warmth of her skin as he led her back into the castle.

It was time to see what ridiculous plans his Queen had decided on and face her wrath when he dared to oppose one of her ‘brilliant’ ideas.

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[survivormetaverse]

Episode 1 - "I know the game will pick up eventually" ~Shaad

chile lemme not get thrown out for making all these stan twitter bitch references I'M LICHERALLY HARMLESS I DON'T MEAN MOST OF WHAT I SAY DKJFHASJKLDG

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ngl tho i'm kinda shitting myself over these challenges bc i don't wanna get tossed on the first round JKAHFSJKDGHJ my ant eye et tea is through the ROOF

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oh girl, first impressions? ngl, the gays and girls here seem quite lovely, hopefully they won't have to carry me the entire time LMAO

Okay like the only person I like/talked to is Jodi but she seems like a smart cookie so ima sleep with one eye open. But idk I'm ready to put on my fake ass smile and my fake ass kind words and get through this part. It's interesting with 6 people per tribe like if we lose I don't have that solid "core" yet but theres a chance that it would be me, jodi, amy because we were the first three on and active so idk. the immunity challenge is cool, the hunt challenge is cool too. im not good at timed puzzles, so I don't think I'm gonna go for it but a part of me feels like everyone across the tribes isnt gonna do it becsuse theyre scared so thats a good opportunity to sneak in and play with less people against me? idk idk idk ahhh

🎶Oh my god we're back again🎶 Hey peeps!! :DDD Here I am againnnn, how fun! Tbh I forgot this was today lowkey and Dylan reminded me and I was like oop 😳 also I am so sorry to everyone that I cannot help but sprinkle the fact that we are now dating in all of my first convos bc IM VERY GAY apologies✨ for how often I'm mentioning it I mean 😂 My tribemates seems so cool, Jennifer and Babs are newbies but seem up to the challenge, Jay A and Colin already giving off immaculate vibes✨ Me and Dyl are hosting Ingary in a month and I do have like work and everything so I don't know exaclty how active I'll be in this game/ how far I'll make it but we'll see won't we!!

not me being a leader of whateva

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it's the lack of reading comprehension for me (that was shade directed towards myself)

In the fools tribe !!! Moth is in my tribe which is good because we have played together before. The immunity challenge is divide and conquer! So I believe I will be doing the endurance one. I think I’ll be okay... and the hunt announcement is a good twist !!! I’m not sure if I’ll participate in the first one.. but I’ll probably change my mind. ANYWAYS, I’m ready to kick some ass 

Hey guys it's me Brayden and I am so here. I'm so excited to be playing again and stuff and I have already predicted the future that I'll be the winner. Anyways I was at an award ceremony for like the first 3 hours of the game which is kind of scary bc I feel like I missed alot but I'm trying to talk to people and stuff and see what's going on. I've briefly talked to Jodi, Amy, and Ginnifer (who is so hard to talk to btw I like send her messages trying to start a real conversation and she will just respond being like same or something). Anyways the other 2 people on my tribe are offline rn so ig I missed my chance to talk to them tonight so I'll do that tomorrow. Anyways I signed up to do counting and I'm so excited bc I literally KILLED the counting challenge on Kyoshi Islands so I'm so excited to hopefully kill it again. I also decided to play the hunt challenge even though I only have 3 chances bc I'm hoping alot of people will be scared to use one of their three chances to play in the first round and I can have a better chance of winning it. But I think I'm bad at puzzles. I didn't think it through that hard I think I got excited to play a challenge but whatever I'll probably win the advantage then in a few weeks win the whole game anyways see u later.

SO its the morning after the premiere!! Everyone's settled in!! and I kinda don't know how to feel?? Overall the premiere was kinda quiet, nothing happened worth noting tbh. Everyone on the tribe showed up, so thats good, but i think we're all just feeling each other out at the moment as for the people on my tribe! everyone seems chill but also i can't put my finger on it but SOMEHOW this tribe radiates chaotic energy. I don't know HOW or WHY but I just know it DOES. The way we're interacting in the tribe chat it seems like there's a very wide range of personalities and vibes. They're either gonna complement each other or clash, and I guess we're just gonna have to wait to find out which one!!! here are my quick night 1 first impressions that no one asked for :) Anastasia - she showed up kinda late bc she had life happening, understandable. BUT she kinda just jumped right in and started vibing with everyone!! so I think she's gonna be a strong social player. I talked to her and she seems really funny, I think I might really get close with her if I'm able to talk to her more Babs - IF our tribe does end up being chaotic, it's going to be because of Babs. They're definitely the most talkative and prominent person on the tribe, but I think they might come off as messy to others. they're really funny though!! so again I can see myself wanting to work with them if I can get to know them more. They are the biggest question mark on the tribe for me currently Elle - AH. I LOVE THEM ALREADY. Within minutes of us talking they mentioned Dylan and then I found out that they're DATING and I was SCREECHING. cutest shit i've ever heard. I'm so excited to meet and play with them. Dylan is one of my fave people in the org community so ofc I wanna get to know Elle and connect with them as well!! Jay - I think Jay seems like just a very genuine open person?? Like we talked for quite a while yesterday just about games and he was asking me questions about my experience with them and all that. idk if it's because he sees me as a threat or if its because he just actually wanted to get to know me. He lowkey gives me heterosexual vibes and idk if thats true or not but idk how to bring it up. but I def wanna keep talking to him and getting to know him!! I think he might be someone I can form a genuine friendship with Jennifer - kinda have no opinion so far. I think shes the quietest on the tribe. at least for me I didn't get the chance to hear from her much. kinda gives catfish vibes. kinda gives early boot vibes. idk. we'll see what happens!

Not too much yet tbh. Just finding my footing. People are loving my energy so hopefully they’ll keep me around

So i realized Amy is runner up from the season before mine in another org and so we connected over that... of course we are not going to tell anyone else but we did have that going for us to get started. brayden is only 16 but he told me he loves magic and wanted to learn more about it so i told him id teach him some stuff! dennis and i called and connected well BUT hes kinda playing SUPER hard and wanting to throw challenges already to vote people out.. this has never worked out for anybody!! josh is cool, he works at a grocery store so he's gonna kill the "b" challenge. ginnifer has been the most MIA but i have faith that we'll work together well for the popularity contest. yall know i cant play the reverse flirt game i so badly want to coin, but i do have romance tea for yall tomorrow. stay tuned........

Jay and I talked last night so i guess we're best friends. We decided to make an alliance and try to get Elle in it. But everyone has been pretty inactive besides Jay and Collin. I've only slightly talked to Jessica this whole game and Babs hasn't even said one thing to me and I texted them hi. And apperently Babs has left Jay on opened too so they might just suck at talking right now. Hopefully Babs will talk to me they seem so funny and cool D:

I won endurance 👑!!!! Hopefully the fools tribe wins this!!!! I played against Jennifer and Dennis. I could see myself playing with Dennis down the line if we merge. I haven’t talked to anyone but Moth. So I messaged my whole tribe Introducing myself. Hopefully things work out for me! 

Thoughts after the first 24hrs: https://youtu.be/I62bDSzgf68

You hear something ??? Same. Why is my tribe so quiet 😂😂😂😂 I’m trying to read off the vibes but I see nothing. 

I really love my tribe and the fact that they don’t know I played last season is a good strategy to play on my end

tbh i wish we lost i wanted to go to tribal and vote one of these people out :(

Welp we got second place in the first challenge :| which isn't bad!! But it's not first place 😂😂. But I had a fun day taking pictures so whateverssss. I said I would be chaotic in this game but the opportunity hasn't presented itself yet... Guess we'll have to wait and see✨

I think at this point, my team is shady and won't say anything to me so I am nervous.

The challenges were way harder than I thought. I didn't do well at all and let my tribe down. I feel like I will be the first to get voted out if we have a tribal hearing.

We lost yay. I had a feeling. Hopefully the tribe will keep me around for now since I won endurance.... lhsisowjshwowpwpwheowowhfiwpqpqpjw. Jared thinks we can vote Bri out. Which I’m fine with, I haven’t really talked to her at all. Jared and I are going to message the others and see where everyone’s head is at. Honestly I don’t care who goes home as long as I’m safe. Everyone is quiet which is so annoying. Blahhhhhhhhhh 

Well it’s my 3rd time playing and it’s not off to the best start, no one seems to be talking to anyone. And we lost meaning we are going to tribal council. So fuck- I have no idea what about to happen. I’m just hoping it’s not me or Jess

if i must confess, my strategy is to have a 4-3-2 alliance. i need a 4 to have a majority, but i dont have a 4 yet. within the 4, theres a three person alliance w me jodi and amy, but within that three i believe that the core 2 is myself and jodi. i really dont care who the 4th is. i like having jodi and amy as an alliance because theyre both doing wayy too much which is great for me :) i dont think any of these people have idols but who knows. i would love to throw the next immunity i wanna go to tribal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Looks like we’ve got something good. We’ve got an alliance that’s set to (hopefully) vote out bri due to inactivity. Let’s just pray it works

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Trying to talk in this tribe is so difficult In both my other seasons I was pretty quiet all the time It is like that x10000 I was hoping to stay under the radar but that doesn’t work if no one talks at all I suppose it depends on if I’m being played or if everyone just doesn’t talk. I think there’s a plan. Let’s hope it goes well 

OKAY SO. Moth, Jared and I have a little alliance going on. We are set on voting out Bri. I just talked to Danny and Shaad and they are down with voting Bri out. I have high hopes that I’ll be safe at tribal. 

Better communication.. in sticking with that fact, our communication in my team could be better and we need to put more effort into what we do, I believe in us!

https://youtu.be/595h7hmL6VY

The start to this game has been a freaking snails pace...it’s unbelievable to me that these people do not want to talk that much, especially when it’s a tribe of 6. Colin and I talk the most, I’ve gotten a decent amount out of Anastasia, and to me it feels like those 2 wants to work with me and I am fine with working with them. Usually in a larger group you want to figure out who you can work with long term and use the first few tribals to establish trust, I may throw that out the window since there’s only 5 other people on this tribe. My strategy needs to be who the hell can get me past these first few votes before a swap happens, and I feel like I can rely on Colin and Anastasia for that. I’d like to pull in Elle, because she’s the one who’s talked to me the most out of her, Babs, and Jennifer. Everyone seems nice, but it would be lovely if people would be more active. 

I’m enjoying the fact our tribe won the first challenge everyone is very nice I love it :)

This round has been pretty smooth sailing. I know the game will pick up eventually but for now, we are just going with the flow as a tribe

https://youtu.be/UZVzZ6d6GRU

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ok so apparently ginnifer isn't famous. she's just a bit quiet and mysterious. ok with me, just gonna take a while because I'm a loud and outspoken person (and player). amy, dennis and I have an alliance called "fang gang" (it's really just 3 emojis of vampires) and we're going to run the premerge hopefully. I do like brayden a lot, and maybe I'll propose a 3 with him, amy and myself to have a solid 4 control the votes until a swap. round 1 not bad so far!

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Edgics:

Power Rankings:

Phantom

Jodi: I believe Jodi is thriving on this tribe. She is very obviously a social player who picks up on the littlest details. I’m sure she can sniff out a plot if it comes down to it. However, Jodi is the plot. She is the leader of her tribe and is easily the most active person in the game at the moment. So long as she keeps a smile on her face and doesn’t overextend to do something messy, she will find that she will make it safely to merge. Allying with Amy could be dangerous however since Amy has stated she needs to be voted out before a certain date. This means that Jodi needs to socialize with other members of her tribe and get new allies before hers will inevitably be voted out of the game.

Amy: Even though she wants to get voted out, Amy has set herself up perfectly at Jodi’s side. She can take the heat off of herself using Jodi and is able to hide better than others. As always, her UTR game has come out to shine. She hasn’t had anyone call her out and even though Jodi has seen her play she is still able to gain her trust.

Josh: Doing so well in the challenge has earned Josh’s place here. He makes his worth known early and has a great personality as well. This makes him very safe for any early tribal councils as no one is going to want to take him out; they want him on their side. Similar to Amy, he just seems to be using an under the radar social game which he is executing well at the present moment. And, as the star of the challenge, he makes himself safe for future tribals before the swap. However, I do fear that this early impression of competition prowess will come back to haunt him if he makes it to the merge.

Dennis: I would put Dennis higher, but Jodi, his ally, already is suspicious of him. She seems to think of him as a bit of a sneak and, as the tribe leader, her opinions matter the most. It is good that he is able to be Jodi’s ally so she might stray away from voting him out. However, his desire to go to tribal and play the game so early may bite him in the butt later down the line. I can definitely see him being called out for trying to play too hard too fast. At the moment, he remains high because he seems to be decently social and no one except Jodi has sniffed him out.

Brayden: There’s not much to say on Brayden’s game. He doesn’t seem to have any allies, his challenge performance wasn’t as good as others on his tribe, and he is not in any alliances yet. This spells disaster for Brayden if his tribe goes to consecutive tribal councils. Additionally, even though he was one of the few to play in the Hunt, he didn’t win and wasn’t even close to doing so. He even gave up part way through to do the immunity challenge. I would be saving them if I were Brayden, but hindsight is 20/20. If Brayden can squeeze into being the fourth of the Jodi, Amy, Dennis alliance instead of Josh then maybe his game forecast will be better.

Ginnifer: The thing that lands Ginnifer on the bottom is that she said that her tribe could vote her out if they lost the challenge. This primes people to already be willing to get rid of her in this game. Additionally, some people have expressed difficulty with talking to Ginny such as Jodi and Amy. The former still wants to give Ginny a try at being an ally while the latter was ready to vote her out if necessary. Ginny just needs to pick up social steam and outperform in the next comp if she’s going to have longevity in this game.

Fools

Jessica: In lieu of a clear leader, Jessica has stepped up as she started the first alliance on her tribe with Moth and Jared. No doubt, Jessica’s prior relationship with Moth helped facilitate. Additionally, this seems to paint them as the “active” members of this not active tribe. Therefore, it will be very easy for Jessica to dictate votes without getting labelled as a threat since her tribe is not active enough to do so. I can definitely see her leaning on Moth as a crutch, but for now she is the topdog of her tribe. Especially so since she was the only member of her tribe to win a challenge in Divide and Conquer.

Moth: As Jessica’s right-hand person, Moth is a secure spot. It also helped that they have played this game before and is on a not active tribe. This vibes well with Moth’s gameplay style since they aren’t a social powerhouse like Jodi or Colin. Instead, she keeps it more lowkey which makes this tribe in particular a great tribe for her to thrive in.

Jared: While he hasn’t provided a confessional yet, it’s clear he’s positioned himself well with Moth and Jessica. As the topdogs of the tribe, they are key people to get in with. Besides that, he seems to be a little more active than some others, but there’s not much else to say as of right now.

Danny/Shaad: Him and Shaad can trade spots on this ranking because they are playing similar games at the moment. They are both quiet and inactive, yet are not part of the core alliance of this tribe. This could spell danger for them in upcoming tribal councils if they don’t start working on people now. They seem to be safe for now based solely on Bri’s inactivity, but, otherwise, they need to pick up their socio-strategic game before it is too late.

Bri: She seems to be the most likely person to get voted out. She was not online at all for the first two days of the game and has since remained inactive. She is easy pickings for the top 3 of this tribe which really hurts my heart. I know her in real life and she is very sociable and easy to get along with. I have no doubt that in a real life game of Survivor or Big Brother, she would kill the social game.

S.E.E.S.

Colin: Similar to Jodi, Colin is the most social person on his tribe at the moment. However, unlike Jodi, he has not taken a leader position which works to his benefit. Despite being social, Colin has been able to slip under the radar of most people with a lot of them wanting to work with him. Colin is easily going to survive until the swap, but I will caution him from getting too many allies too quickly. This tribe in particular has a wildcard willing to blow things like that up so he needs to be careful.

Elle: Similar to her previous games, Elle plays an extraordinary social game and becomes very well-liked very easily. They have no problem fitting into any situation and I foresee them making it far if they gain the right allies. What puts her at number 2 as opposed to number 1 is that she hasn’t made any strategic comments yet. Instead, she is focusing on a social game which is not a bad thing. Colin has just shown more of his gameplay in these rounds.

Anastasia: Anastasia, despite being late to the premiere, has been able to socialize with key people such as Colin and Jay. Her prior connection with Elle has also sparked an interest in Colin in working with the two of them as an alliance. Overall, her and Elle sort of share the 2 and 3 spot since they are both well-liked, did well in the challenge, and are prime allies for Colin whose word will feel like law if this tribe ever goes to tribal.

Jay: Jay is neither here nor there. He isn’t in the bottom, but he is not calling the shots either. It is good that Colin wants him as his number 1 and that Anastasia likes him. Out of the three outside of this potential Elle, Colin, Anastasia alliance, he seems like he will be most likely to be saved until a swap occurs. His calls with people have certainly been helping with that as people are able to bond more with him through there. His activity could use work, but he doesn’t need to be active if he’s liked.

Babs: With another Jodi comparison, Babs has taken the leadership position of their tribe. However, they are not as social and, in fact, considered a big threat since they are so willing to talk freely and openly in the tribe chat. Their gameplay is going to be Messy, and people have already pointed that out, making them a clear target if this tribe goes to tribal council. Despite that, they aren’t at the bottom since some people, like Colin, have expressed interest in working with that kind of player as a sort of shield. If Babs were to tone it down and be more social with people (another problem with their game), they may be able to crawl up these rankings.

Jennifer: Sadly I have to put another phonetic Jennifer at the bottom. She did the worst in the challenge across her tribe and isn’t active either. For this round, it seems she would be the easy vote if this tribe had gone to tribal. She needs to start being more social and be more of a presence in people’s minds.

#episode #episodes

[woah-were-halfway-there]

What was it like when the two first hooked up. Like how did it progress to that? We’re they like a couple for a few years before they had Mia? Was it two years? Or four?

Ok so this is a really poorly written out timeline lol but hopefully it helps enough 🤣

October 2016: they met for the first time after she went to watch Mitch play in his first NHL game but it was literally just that, they met

Halloween 2016: they ran into each other at a bar, recognized one another, talked and then as she was getting ready to leave y/n mentioned how she was getting brunch with Mitch the next day and invited Auston to join and exchanged numbers. He went, and the three had a really great time

Beginning of November to end of December 2016: they began talking all the time, hung out and did lots together. They became very good friends in this time and it was completely platonic until it wasn’t. He even met Nate and her dad and everything, as a friend (and they were very much so catching feelings for each other but were too nervous/stubborn to do anything about it

December 30th 2016: the whole thing that went down with Chris at the bar on Lexie’s birthday happened. Y/n was v drunk and stayed at Auston’s place. They had a heart to heart *almost* kissed but didn’t

December 31st 2016: y/n wakes up full of regret, is upset about Chris, remembers the heart to heart with Auston (and the almost kiss) but is embarrassed and tries to get tf out of there but Auston is a sweet boi and made her breakfast and had Advil and water ready for her when she woke up so she didn’t have it in her to just dip. So, they talked. She stole some of his sweats and ended up staying with him well into the afternoon until he had to break it to her that his family had just gotten to the city and he had to go see them. Which she was fine with, she went to leave and he asked if she’d go to the centennial classic the following day. She said “yeah, me and Steph are going cause mitch and all” and then he said “no, I mean will you go to the classic as one of my plus ones?” Cause he wanted her to be there for him, cheering him on and she was shook, but said yes before leaving and going home for the night

January 1st 2017: she goes to the game, meets up with Steph and a couple of the girlfriends of the team that she’d gotten to know a little bit from always going to games and just being Mitchys “twin” Steph then handed y/n a bag and told her that she was asked to give that to her and in it was a Matthews jersey. Obviously y/n was surprised but also 🥺 so she put it on, they watched the game, Auston won in overtime. Then after the game when she finally got to talk with him, they were so freaking cute and awkward cause they were both feeling all types of ways especially Auston after seeing that she actually wore his jersey (much to mitch’s dismay) and then he officially introduced her to his family, who had all heard lots about her from Auston. It was very sweet, Ema then invited her to join them for dinner and she didn’t want mitch or steph to think she was bailing on them but they told her to go so she did and had a lot of fun. Then that night after they all had gone back to Auston’s condo, his family soon left and almost as soon as they were out the door Auston had y/n pressed against the wall and they were making out. She stayed the night that night.

January 22nd 2017: the two get into a fight. They’ve spent the entire month basically hooking up, spending all of their free time together and seemingly dating to anyone who didn’t know them. They were crazy about each other but then when y/n hinted that yeah, she would maybe like to try an actual relationship out with him, he froze up and made a comment basically saying that he thought what they had going was good (because he’s a stupid boy) and y/n said “I’m not going to be your fuck buddy, Auston. If you don’t want a relationship that’s fine. But I’m not doing just this especially with how I’ve completly fallen for you. I can’t be strung along, not after what happened with Chris. So, if you don’t want whatever this is going on between us to happen then please let me know and I’ll leave you alone.” And she left, pretty heartbroken because she was feeling that all she was good for to him was sex

January 28th 2017: he texts her in the middle of the night after not speaking all week to go skating with him. They go to the rink at harbourfront, which is empty cause it’s so late. They talk, skate, have competitive one on one matches cause Auston brought hockey gear. Then he, out of nowhere, asks her to be his girlfriend and how he’s wanting to give the idea of them as a couple, a shot

February 12th 2017: they’re officially official, everyone knows. Mitch has already sassed them. And she is his date to the centennial gala where they are pictured together as a couple and everything

Off-season 2017: Auston goes back to Scottsdale, y/n stays in Toronto and they do long distance but she does go to Arizona to visit him for two weeks. She meets his friends, really bonds with his family, then goes back to Toronto and he flys back too a couple of weeks later just before summer ends

2017/2018 season: not much happens, they’re very much so together and are just your typical couple. Y/n is in third year at university, spends a lot of time with her boyfriend at his place, but he goes to y/n and Lexie’s place a lot even though it’s not as nice as his condo downtown. Nate moved to Montreal for university after graduating high school that June, y/n’s dad moves to BC

Off-season 2018: y/n again stays in Toronto but does classes online so she can finish her degree a semester early. Auston is in Scottsdale again, but she does go stay with him for a couple of weeks again and brings him to BC with her and Nate to visit her dad and Mya 

2018/2019 season: again, just typical domestic relationship stuff. Y/n finishes university early, works full time at her retail job she had throughout university so she can save up some money because she wasn’t renewing the lease at hers and Lexie’s place since Lexie was moving come September (2019) and she needed to figure something out. Y/n graduated from her program in the spring. Auston, her family (including mitch and Steph), and Auston’s family were there to cheer her on

Off season 2019: y/n works in Toronto, gets hired by an office in her field and is set to start her “adult” job in September. She goes to Scottsdale for a month this time, from mid July to mid August to be with Auston. He’s decided he wants to ask her to move in with him but is a chicken and fucks it up. They fight and she almost goes home but all ends well and she agrees to move in with him

September 2019: y/n starts her job and news of Auston’s charge from when he was in AZ comes to light. Y/n didn’t know about it, was livid and hurt that he didn’t tell her something like that. It was almost a month of them living together, they got into probably their worst fight ever and she stayed at mitch and Steph’s for a few days (it took a bit but they worked it out)

2019-2020 season and 2020 offseason: the events that happen in “Good Life” (keep in mind I wrote that before covid, so that doesn’t exist in this universe)

December 2020: Auston proposes (like in Good Life) and Frank is introduced

End of June 2021: they find out y/n is pregnant

Rest of 2021 and into 2022: the events of “Along For The Ride” part 1 and eventually 2

January 25th 2022: Mia is born

July 30th 2022: they get married

September 2022: they move into their house and out of the condo

Rest of 2022 into 2023: there’s a couple of pieces I wrote like Mia’s 1st Christmas and “Island In The Sun”

Late November 2023: they find out about baby number two, which is where we are right now in the story

Hope this helped! ☺️ sorry it’s a freaking mess though

[finderskeepersff]

70. Part 7

I was hoping a little bit that Sofia wouldn’t know but it’s the gossip queens, they can’t take a shit without announcing it in their group chat “you not going to speak to me? Like what happened?” I blew out air so heavy that it hit Cartier face, he scrunched his face up at me and found it hilarious “was that funny?” I asked, picking him up from the side of the couch and turning on my back with him in my arms, sitting him on my stomach “it just shows you know, ignore me. It’s fine” Sofia said “I’ll talk later, I just want to chill with my son” Sofia kisses her teeth waving me off as she walked off, Cartier just stared at Sofia as she did and then looked at me, I couldn’t help but laugh and it’s like he knew she wasn’t happy “you think I’m in trouble already?” Cartier didn’t say anything but stare at me “I am ain’t I” Cartier ignored me and started grabbing the side of the couch and climbing up “baby, give me kiss. Come on” it actually hurts my stomach that he’s stood up “come on” grabbing Cartier and pulling him down at me, he yelped out as I started attacking the side of his face with raspberries, trying to get my face just in his neck, his giggles filled the room as he couldn’t contain his happiness. Moving my head back and laid him out on my chest, watching Cartier looking at me, waiting for me to attack again. He rolled onto his stomach with my help and he faced me, blowing air in his face as he closed his eyes and laughed about it. Cartier tried to do it back to me but I just got bits of saliva from him “stank, you little stank boy” wrapping my arms around him “dada boy, who’s boy are you? You my boy, ain’t nothing going to change that” Cartier put his hand over my mouth “dada boy” I said but it was muffled and he smiled thinking it was funny, he moved his hand away “Cartier is goofy” I touched his lips, he just smiled at me. Least I know he is a happy baby.

Josiah keeps looking at me and then turning away and then looking again “you got some shit to tell me so say it” fixing a sleeping Cartier in my arms “I ain’t say anything” I laughed “that is the point, you want to say something. What is it?” He’s such a little bitch at times “I need a job” rolling my eyes shaking my head “right, what am I? The fucking employment office, I gave you a house but you’re still sat here in mine and you’re asking again for shit. I ain’t your fucking father because he failed you, we all would have been something if he was a fucking father but no, you’re sat here staring at me and Jasmine is whoring herself in Cali so we all fucked” I ain’t his fucking father to do this shit for him, he can pout all he wants “Jasmine wants to come here too and live with me” I groaned out “am I your fucking carer, I don’t want her here. She is unstable, I can’t deal with my emotions, your emotions and then a hormonal fucking brat. No! You tell her stay away and keep fucking old men for money, no! And Josiah grow the fuck up, the only thing you got is looks which is barely that! I think what has pissed me off is that you have the nerve to ask me for a job! I gave you a fucking house, not any small fucking house. Get a job yourself, actually clean my house and my son’ diaper’s. Because you will be beneath him too!” Josiah put his head down “Cassius! That is enough!!” Of course Sofia is here “how dare you, Josiah. Please take Cartier and go upstairs, how dare you” she is always there “you know what I don’t need Josiah to do shit, I can take my son myself. I don’t wish to speak to any of you” getting up from the couch “I think you need to go to sleep Cassius because this attitude I ain’t feeling, that is so fucking mean Cassius. How could you” I don’t need to hear them.

Cartier can sleep in the bed with me, I am going to attempt to sleep anyways “oh god” I said seeing the missed call from Mitch, this is not good I bet they hate me. First Mia heard the gunshot and then this, I fucked up but I need to call him back. Pressing my phone against my ear, I will take whatever he says because I deserve it, his house is trashed and that is all on me. They had a peaceful life, I mean everyone did until I came along “hey Cassius, brother” I laughed, I don’t know why but I did but I am a little nervous because I let them down like I do “I guess you know?” he said “I do” this is so fucking awkward and I hate it “I am sorry Mitch, I will have everything sorted. Don’t worry about it. Ethan will get that done for you” I feel so bad “we are in a hotel, it’s ok Cassius. I don’t blame you, they are just childish, they didn’t take anything just ruined the home. I just wanted to tell you that I don’t blame you, Mia doesn’t at all. She said you did what you needed, we appreciate that you came and did that for us. You can’t stop everyone can you? Some people don’t listen, don’t worry about it. Also I put that money in for you, I really wanted to tell you this. You can keep adding to it but don’t add too much. I recommend to buy something expensive, Rolex, Diamonds and add that. Too much money is a little frowned upon. The money is there now so just do that next ok?” taking in a deep breath “I expected you to hate me” I did expect it “hate you for what? It’s ok, things happen. We are in a nice hotel anyways” I guess that is something “thanks Mitch, it means a lot to me. I don’t have many true people around, thank you. I will call you later, I need to sleep” I need to have a nap.

I shot up awake, the room is dark “the fuck” looking to the side of me “Cartier” patting the bed, looking around me. Did I sleep all of that time, I mean it is night outside. Pushing he covers off of me, grabbing my phone from the side and seeing the time “wow” I was asleep all of that time, kicking my legs over and sitting on the edge of the bed. I feel a little better though, my mood has gone and that dark cloud has left me a little. Tapping Ethan’ name, let me call him back. I need too with him, he always has news and tells me everything “boss” Ethan said “what’s up? I was asleep” rubbing my eyes as I stifled out a yawn “they gone, I killed them” he said “ I don’t believe you” I said as I rubbed my chest “I knew you would say that! I will send you a picture, check your phone, I ain’t playing. Yes he was my friend but you need to understand business first, you my nigga!” he spat “Ethan, don’t ever bring your shit to my door again. This is all coming out of your money, get the drugs dealt with too. You’re better than this. Anyways, I need to eat, so take care” disconnecting the call, I am hungry as fuck. The thought of Sofia has left me has seeped into my mind, I mean what if she has done that and left me here.

I had a quick shower and put some sweatpants and a top on, I can’t stop thinking that Sofia has left me when I know she hasn’t, what the fuck is wrong with me. Making my way down the steps, I mean she doesn’t know but still. The sound of the TV can be heard in the living room, she must be here. Slowly walking into the living room, Josiah looked over at me and I just sighed out because I was being a dick to him “sorry” I said to him at the same time my burner phone started ringing, I am never going to get peace. Looking at the I.D, it would be Raphael “go on” walking out of the living room “I am in Atlanta, you meet me in the club. This is a not a no answer, you come” licking my top lip “why?” I asked him, I mean why does he need me to come “I have a present for you, so come” I guess so “you there now?” it is late now anyways “yes come, I am here with Amira. Kyle is here too” nodding my head “I cool, I will be there” disconnecting the call, I guess I need to go to the club. Walking back into the living room “Josiah, get changed. I need to go the club. You’re coming” I am goin to have some food before I go there.

I am surprised Sofia left me any food, she did anyways. I mean the Pasta has been reheated and doesn’t have the same affect when it’s freshly made but it’s fine. I can’t eat when I am listening to Omar, he wants me to listen to him doing a dealing and I am bored already. Since doing this shipment, I have become more busy “I have Cassius on the phone, if you don’t want it then we about to light this club up. My nigga, I am telling you don’t fuck with us” Omar is dumb “give him the phone” he out here speaking to these business people like this “my boss want you” hearing Omar say “your food is just getting cold” Sofia said “I know” she is tripping “Jay, my man. I am in Atlanta now, you know how these young niggas do it. It’s the same but we just need more stuff moving in your club, we supply you well Jay” Omar don’t know how to speak to people “Cassius, I prefer to deal with you. I have for years but he came here saying he will kill me and he demands, look I will deal with you. Not him. Get your monkey away from me, I am fine with that but I want a little more cut in doing it” Jay said “fine, two percent more then what you get now. Jay I like you, we have no issues. I was on the phone, Omar is new to my team but he will learn” I need to teach him so much “that is ok but between us, I am happy with that” that is something “cool, speak soon” disconnecting the call “is that all you’re going to do now?” getting up from the chair “Josiah, we need to go. We will talk when I come back, business is busy” I need to go so I can come back quickly.

Walking into the club, I am still in my sweatpants and top, I don’t care because I want to leave quickly “Cass, hey. You good?” Amira said “I am good thanks, where they sat?” she waved me over “follow me” that saved me time, walking behind Amira and into the club. The club is actually busy on a weekday and I like that, walking down the steps and onto the floor “move” hearing Josiah say behind me, looking behind me at who he saying that too. Seeing the guy behind staring at Josiah “what?” I asked him “he was going to get in your way” nodding my head “here” Amira said, looking ahead of me “Bro” dapping Kyle “my money maker, Cassius Warren. My boy” Raphael got up, he hugged me “I wouldn’t say that but you good?” I didn’t hug him back at all, I am still not feeling good from shit “me, I am fine. You? You still look not well, I see you. You have lots of fun in the club” sitting next to Kyle, he would mention it “still not well, but everything went fine. I need to go home, what is it?” I want this over with, also the smell of alcohol is getting to me.

Watching the bottle service girls come over, I want to go home and the only thing I have drank is water “I was saying to Kyle, I think you need to go back and live in Brooklyn. Oh wait, this is your brother” he has finally seen Josiah “yes he is my brother, he has nothing to do with this business. He’s here just to sit with me” Raphael smiled “your brother is a very clever man, he is dangerous. I am scared of him” Josiah didn’t say anything “why would you want me in Brooklyn?” I changed the subject “to keep the peace, you got stupid people working for you. People like you, not them. I hear the trouble, I know about it all. You need to teach real team, you see these men. Shoot to kill, you need them like that” clasping my hands together sitting forward “seeing as we are together, then you put your people on the streets. Actually I am telling you I want them on the streets” Raphael laughed “very rich man here, could be more rich than me. I got you something, I think you deserve it” Raphael placed a green box on the table, reading the top of the box “Rolex?” I read out “a gift from me to you” opening the box and seeing the Rolex watch, closing the box “Josiah, here” sliding it to him “sell it” Raphael laughed “I mean what I say Raphael I want those people on my streets. Thank you for the watch but I don’t need it, nice meeting you” getting up from the seat “Amira, all of the drinks they order. Charge me” walking off to go home “also I need to speak to you Amira” walking around the table, placing my arm on Sofia’ shoulder “Josiah needs a job so can he work here?” I asked her “I mean yes! It’s your business” shaking my head “but you look after it, it’s on you” Amira chuckled “oh wow, of course he can. I wouldn’t say no you know” I had to laugh because you never know she may have “I need you to sign some paperwork and take some cheques” I guess I might as well while I am here then I will be away soon.

Placing the cheques on the desk, who would have thought selling crack would be so giving. Like now I got money from the club, the crack money, the gun money. I am a rich a nigga “and that is all of the money from the drugs yeah?” Amira sat across from me “yes, everything is there. I paid everyone’s money too” signing off some paperwork “ok cool, I think I am going to open a second club, but in New York, be ready Amira. When I am back from Barbados then we will go further with this” standing up “Barbados? You’re actually going?” rolling my eyes “we will see after tonight, but yeah. Should be anyways” looking over at Josiah, he is holding that Rolex box with dear life “sell that ok, Raphael got that shit with my money. I make the money around here, this is my business. I just have him around, he has good security. Grab that duffle bag and put the cheques in that bag. Amira. It’s been good, Josiah will be here next week Monday. You working here, wherever Amira needs you, she is your boss and you get paid whatever she says” now he can’t cry that he hasn’t got a job because he has now, walking around the desk “see you next week Josiah, have fun in Barbados Cassius then” dragging open the office door, I think this club business has been the best thing I did. I needed Amira to have it on her name, taking it from Raphael was better too, he has connections. To see it packed is even better, looking behind me and Josiah has come out. Slowly walking down the steps, looking over at Raphael and he waved his hand at me, I just nodded my head.

“Doesn’t it make you nervous that you have all of that cash in your back seat?” Josiah asked “never nervous, I am nervous to lose my life. Money is nothing to me, Josiah I am having issues with hiding my money. These Cheques won’t go anywhere until I get to New York, I can’t do shit with them. I can’t cash these in, you know it’s an issue when I have no hiding places but I need to buy a few diamonds now” finishing my blunt as I drove ever so slowly “you got more money than you did before?” nodding my head “I have so much more money, you know when I came out of being locked up. Y’all took my money, I gave Jasmine money but yet she done nothing. I am hurt about Jasmine, I ain’t going to lie about that shit because I am” lighting my blunt “Cassius, I am always on your side, you got to understand this shit. Jasmine is a lost soul, I am too but I am trying to be good. I just want my family, and that is you. I really appreciate for what you done for me” I don’t want him to thank me, I just want him to do good “yeah” blowing the smoke out from my lips “just don’t let me down, I am sorry for what I said earlier. I have a lot on my mind, dependant on what happens. You may hear it” he probably will.

It’s late but I hope she can wake up, dropping the duffle bag on the floor of the bedroom. Looking over at the bed, she is asleep and disturbing her won’t be a good thing, and besides Ethan is calling me. Making me way out of the bedroom and answering the call “this is becoming all to common now Ethan, what is it now?” I might as well go downstairs “I think we need to celebrate” I snorted laughing “oh no, I am ok. Not again but why?” what has he done “you gave me a dead line, nigga I sold your guns, they gone. I have your money right here for you. Your guns are making their way to Cali, the buyer wanted them all. So when is the next one coming” raising an eyebrow “really?” I questioned “on god, come and get that money! I think I am going to build a home with just money” I am shocked “erm, wow” switching the kitchen light on “erm, wow. Ok. This is why I have you on my team, have you updated my team with guns? Like that was done right?” I did want that “yeah and also Raphael called me, he is having his team with us. Nigga you got an army” I am impressed “this is where I need to jump ship, I think we need to calm down. No Shipment, just need to lay low. Can’t keep doing it then we getting too big. What I need you to do, with that money I need you to get the biggest diamond you can buy, pay cash. Be careful who you deal with and then contact Mitch to put it in the box, thank you” I should celebrate but not after that night “Ethan, have a night off. Have a week off, go on holiday. It’s on me. I mean it ok” disconnecting the call, placing my phone on the kitchen counter. If Jordan didn’t get me locked up I would be this high ages ago, I think I would be more ruthless like when I had them moments where I walk into a place and be like kill me, I can’t do that anymore because I have a family to think of, my attitude has always been kill me I don’t care and it’s always been that because I hate my past or myself, not sure which one yet.

And just like that, another morning with Cartier. Another day watching him babble to the TV while he shares my fruit loops, he can eat whatever he likes “do you ever sleep? Did you even come to bed?” looking behind me “yeah, for an hour” looking back at the TV “and that is normal? You dumped that bag on the floor of the room which smell like it bathed in weed” here she comes whining “thanks Sofia, I know” I don’t know what else she wants me to do “anyways, I need to speak to you” I said placing Cartier down on the floor, he wanted to go onto the floor “about what?” I can’t see her face from here “sit down” I pointed at the couch “what is it? You’re going back to Brooklyn? Someone is going to kill you?” watching Sofia walk around the couch “I mean that is everyday with me” I laughed “you don’t want to come to Barbados, I know you don’t so just say it” Sofia said as she sat down “it’s about when I went to Brooklyn last time around and why I came back looking like shit and why I got a cut on my face, I could just not tell you but I ain’t a liar either. Shit like that eats at me you know, I spoke to Henry while I was there, I was feeling like shit shit. Yeah so anyways, after I did my thing. Kyle goes we should celebrate and we did” I can instantly see the change in Sofia’ face, it softened like she didn’t want to hear the next part “and, so you couldn’t have said or even text me saying Sofia I am going out but you didn’t, so you went out yeah?” nodding my head “I did” maybe keeping secrets is best “and I got drunk as fuck, so drunk that I thought this girl was you and she was dancing on me and Kyle and I fell back when he tried to get me to go but I was so drunk I didn’t realise, I didn’t know what I was doing” Sofia’ eyes widened “wait, just wait a moment now how did a female even get to you in the first place. Huh? How did this girl you thought was me? Fuck you, oh my god. You’re full of shit. How did this female get to where you was” being quiet was the best option, I cringed “I was drunk” I was “no, no, no. See you wasn’t fucking drunk, you knew the female were there before you got drunk, you fucking knew! She was there before you got drunk Cassius, don’t lie to me. You didn’t contact me once but you was out there having fun, not even told me and then you come back here all in a mood acting fucking weird with me. You need to fix your story because first of all you knew the girl were there, you knew it. The fact you’re telling me this, why do you need other girl when you have me” she is twisting my words “I was drunk!!” I said confused “don’t fucking lie to me!!” Sofia screamed at me “no way, I worked in those situations before. I have seen drunk men! This girl was there before you got so drunk, fuck you!” Cartier started to cry, Sofia got up from the couch. I was going to get Cartier but Sofia took him, shit was for nothing, why tell when I get this.

Sofia is just cleaning everything, she is not really speaking to me or even looked my way for a good three hours now. She is so angry at me but she isn’t listening to me “I love you, you know that Sofia” I don’t want to fall out with her “then you tell me the fucking truth did you know the female was there, did you know Cassius. You knew Cassius and I know you did, don’t lie to me. Did you know?” Sofia stared at my face “I was aware there was girls there because they was there for boys, we was all celebrating” Sofia sniggered “wow, ok. So you was aware of girls!? Now we have girls, and then you call some bitch me! Me!? Oh fuck you” Sofia slammed the bathroom door in my face.

#Chrianna #Chrianna FF #fanfic #Fanfiction

[noahsfreckles]

Keeping Secrets from Strangers (19)

Around two the next day, Lexi comes over with Starbucks.

"Hi babe," I say as she hands me my Starbucks cup and my protein box. "Thanks."

"Any time love, now let's go gossip and get you sexy for your man."

We head up to my room and sit on my bed. I look at her and smile.

"It's great to see you happy again," she says and I smile again.

"It feels great Lexi. He makes me so happy."

"That's great but I want gossip. Tell me everything.

"What do you wanna know? Ask me stuff."

"Kyle. What's up with you shutting him up about your undies?"

I bite my lip a little and laugh. "Well the morning after me and Noah got together we were in the kitchen making some waffles and he put on some music, you know how I am around music."

"A hoe," she jokes.

I hit her shoulder and laugh. "Well anyways I was dancing to Bazzi and Noah came over, started dancing with me and we were getting places."

"Kyle walked in on you while?" her eyes go big.

"Well sorta."

She gasps and I laugh. "We were dancing and he was pulling up his sweatshirt that I was wearing a little and Kyle came in and caught us. He says he was checking on Noah to see if things were okay."

"You hoe!" She jokingly says.

"It gets worse," I laugh a little and look at her.

"Well tell me."

"Noah had a boner and Kyle wouldn't stop laughing so I started laughing, he wouldn't move away from the counter where he was making waffles for us. He asked me to get the plates and silverware so I turned to get them and my sweatshirt started rising, Kyle coughed and covered his eyes. So he more or less saw my undies."

"You hoe!" She says and laughs.

"And all weekend I was only in his sweatshirt and my bra and undies. And," I bite my lip, "he was only in his boxer briefs and his sweats."

"So did you two, you know?"

"No, we didn't have sex but I wanted to so bad."

"Mia!"

"What? He's hot and," I wiggle my eyebrows at her.

"Mia!," she says again and I start laughing.

"But in all seriousness why didn't you?"

"I didn't wanna be a hoe. I know he probably did too but with all the drama we went through, I didn't wanna just you know fuck him and have all that drama from it. And I don't know why I'm like this with him when I hated being intimate or anything like that with Travis. Which in turned made him cheat."

"No, he cheated cause he's an asshole and wanted to hurt you, not because you didn't want to do anything with him. You just weren't ready and he didn't respect that and we both know Noah would never do that with you or to you. I can tell Mia, he already loves you and I can tell you're really falling for him. I know that you've only been talking for like almost six months but I can tell babe."

"Is it that obvious?"

"No, but I'm your best friend and I can tell when my bestie is."

"How can you tell with Noah?"

"Just the ways he treats you and looks at you, even before all the drama. Oh my god at Starbucks when we met him as Noah I could tell then. He couldn't take his eyes off of you and whenever you lied about something like not knowing what Jamey looked like he looked at you."

"He did?"

She nods.

"Should I? You know take it farther."

"That's up to you babe, if you're ready then go for it."

"Will you think I'm a slut?"

"No. I would never. You're in love with him. And he's your boyfriend."

"I did something last night."

"Tell me!"

"Well we were talking on FaceTime and he set his phone down to change, then he changes in front of the camera just to tease me cause I was teasing him all the time. So I decided to take a bath and I took the laptop in the bathroom with me and."

"You didn't!"

I start laughing. "No no Lexi, I took the laptop in the bathroom with me and set it up so he could see me, I took off my shorts and started pulling up my hoodie, when I got to the bottom of my undies I shut my laptop. And you probably saw our Instagrams afterwards."

"Yeah, I was wondering what you two were doing."

"So once I was finished, I got dressed for bed and called him on FaceTime again, he was all wet from the shower, he told me I turned him on so much he had to shower and get off."

"Mia, you hoe," she laughs. "You know that's probably not the only time he's had to do that right?"

"Oh my god."

"You did say you got him hard all weekend."

"Oh my god, Lexi." I fall over on the bed blushing hiding my face in my blankets.

"You got that boy whipped and you haven't even given it up yet."

"Shut up," I say laughing as I sit up.

"But in all seriousness I think when you're ready you should go for it. If it tonight or in a month go for it you will only regret it if you don't."

"When did you get all advice-y?"

"Just now. But I have a confession."

"Ohhh tell me!"

"Um well, I kinda have a date tomorrow night with.."

"With who?"

"Kyle," she says and hides her face.

"Lexi! When did this happen?"

"We've been talking more now that our best friends have left us for each other. And I thought what can it hurt. Are you mad?"

"Why on earth would I be mad at you?"

"I don't know. I was just so nervous to tell you."

"Why?"

"Cause I didn't know how you react. But I'm glad I told you. The weight has been lifted," she says and falls back on my bed.

"Wanna know a secret?"

"Yeah."

"I sorta knew already."

"What? How? Kyle didn't even tell Noah."

"Well you're not the only one who has observed some things about our guys."

"What have you observed?"

"The way he watches you when you're not looking. At Starbucks when he came over when we met Noah, he would look at you ever time when you weren't paying attention and he asked me about you a few times when we would talk. And that day I forgave him, he couldn't take his eyes off of you and he calls your gorgeous all the time."

"That sneaky asshat."

"I knew this was going to happen I just didn't know when but I'm so happy it happened so quick after Noah and I got together."

"I'm excited. If this goes well we can double date and all that couples stuff."

I laugh and reach over, hugging her. "We both have guys for the first time in our life."

"I don't have Kyle."

"Yet."

"But enough about me tell me more Noah and I stuff."

"What else do you wanna know?"

"Have you done anything like other than kissing?"

"We made out a little and he gave me a hickey," I show her my neck. "And we've turned on each other a lot. But other than that no."

"Well just a suggestion if you're not ready for fucking his brains out," she looks at me and we laugh. "There are lots of other ways."

"Lexi, I'm not a virgin. I know this, I've had sex before."

"I know babe, just think about it."

"Yes mom."

She looks at me and starts laughing which causes me to laugh.

"Do you know what you're doing tonight?"

"As in hooking up?"

"No!" She laughs. "As in the date will you need to dress warm? Cold? Casual?"

"Oh I need to bring a bathing suit and dress dressy casual."

"A bathing suit?"

"Yeah, there's a pool and hot tubs on his roof, he showed me last night. He wants to end the night there is part of the night if things go well on the first part of the date."

"Why wouldn't they go well?"

"His words not mine."

Lexi gets up and walks over to my closet. "Hmmm." She looks at my dress section and pulls out a few dresses. "Try these on."

I get up and do as instructed. I try on three dress and we hate each one. "We need something that shows off your figure and something that he won't be able to keep his hands off of you."

"Hmm. I do have this," I pull out a black bag from the back of my closet, taking it out of the bag and show Lexi.

"Put it on!"

I do as instructed again and look at her once it's on.

"I don't think I'm going to keep my hands off of you!"

I laugh and look at myself in the mirror. "It needs something but I don't know what."

"To be on Noah's bedroom floor."

"Lexi!" I scream.

"Oh shut up you were thinking the same thing."

I blush a little and laugh. "So what does it need?"

"A hat?"

"What kind?"

She moves over and starts looking at my hats. "This one." I put it on and walk over to the mirror again.

"I think this is the one. Thank you, Lexi." I hug her tightly. "Ahh I'm so nervous now."

"It's just Noah." She teases.

I walk over to the bed and fall back, "and that's why it's Noah Centineo, the internet's heartthrob.

"Does he like you?"

"Yeah."

"Does he want to be freaky with you?"

I laugh a little, "I think."

"Does he care about you?"

"Yes."

"Does he sexy lips that do illegal things to you?"

"Yeah, I mean huh?" I turn and look at her holding my phone and laughing. "Lexi, gimme that!" I get off the bed and chase after her.

"What illegal things are they doing to you?"

"I'm going to kill you!"

"Ahhhh!"

Lexi runs out of my room and into the hallway. "Let's text Noah and tell him what you have planned for him tonight."

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Dear Noah, you're so sexy and I'm going to have my way with you tonight, that you won't be able to walk for the next year."

"Don't you dare!" I hear the send noise, I charge at her grabbing my phone and look at the message.

Mia: can't wait for our date tonight. 💋💋

I look at her and growl at her.

"Down girl," she laughs.

Noah🧸: me either. I miss you.♥️💕

Mia: I miss you too. 💕🧸

"I was so going to murder you, and then Kyle would be sad so I decided not to. You're lucky."

"You're just mad cause that's not the message I sent him." She comes back in my room and sits on my bed. "Now what shall we do about your hair?"

"Curls?"

"Yeah just loose ones cause they're just going to get wet in the hot tub."

"True true. What time is it?"

"Almost six, is he coming at seven?"

"Yeah. And we still need to figure out bathing suit I'm wearing."

"Slutty or classy or cheekie?"

"Hmm classy with cheekie."

"The black ones?"

I get off the bed and go to the dresser, I pull them out.

"Mia's getting some tonight." She says and starts dancing around the room.

"Shut up, my mom is home."

She covers her mouth with her hands. "Oops."

I shake my head and walk into my bathroom, plugging in and turning my curling wand on. "Should I wear make up?"

"Maybe something light. Don't want it smearing all over when you're in the hot tub."

I nod and start curling my hair.

"I'll pack a small bag for you to bring some extra clothes and your suit."

"Thanks."

Ten minutes later I finish my hair, Lexi gets any spots I missed and now we're sitting in my room on the bed. My bag is all packed, phone's charged, and is makeup done.

"When's your date with Kyle tomorrow?"

"It's an afternoon date but at three."

"Do you want me to come help you with your outfit?"

"No it's okay spend time with Noah. I think we're just going for coffee anyway, nothing too major."

"Do you know what you're wearing?"

"Yeah I think. You know those black tights skinnies with the knees ripped out and my blue sweethearts shirt?"

"Yeah."

"Those."

"Causal yet cute."

My phone alarm goes off and I turn it off, 6:55.

"Five more minutes. I think I'm going to throw up."

"Babe, breathe. You got this and you guys know each other already."

"But it's our first official date."

"And you've already spend a whole weekend together, if he didn't like you he would have never asked you or went to all that drama with you if he didn't care and like you already."

The door bell rings and Lexi grins at me. "Lover boy is here."

"Shh. I'm trying to listen to the conversation."

Hello, can I help you?" I hear my mom say.

"Hello, my name is Noah and I'm here to pick up Mia for our date tonight."

"Hello Noah, please come in." I hear the door close.

"Mia?"

"Yes mom?"

"There a Noah here for you."

"I'll be right now."

Lexi grins and hops up from the bed, she walks out of my room and down the stairs.

"Hey Lexi."

"Hi Noah. Can I talk to you before Mia comes down?"

"Uh yeah sure."

I come out of my room and peak down at them.

"I want you to treat her nice tonight, buy her anything she wants, and respect her," Lexi says and I try to hold back a laugh.

"Yes ma'am. Is there anything I shouldn't do?" Noah asks.

"Um don't say no to her."

"But what if she wants to jump of a bridge into zombies?"

"You better be jumping with her into those zombies."

I start laughing and they look up at me.

"Hi Mia." Noah says and smiles. He walks to the bottom of the stairs and waits for me to walk down. Once I'm down the stairs he links our hands together.

"You look beautiful, Mia." Noah says and hands me a single rose.

"Remember I'm watching you Noah," Lexi says and I giggle.

"Your friend is crazy, no wonder Kyle likes her."

Lexi walks over to the door, grabbing her stuff and leaves.

"Aww you two look cute," my mom says.

"Thank you ma'am," Noah says.

"Thanks mom. I'll be back on Sunday."

"Have a good weekend you two."

And that's when we leave and we start our date.

#noah centineo #noah centineo imagine #noah gregory centineo #noah centineo x orginal character #keeping secrets from strangers #sierra burgess is a loser #tatbilb #to all the boys ive loved before #sbial #brooks rattigan #the perfect date #noah centineo fanfic

[myinnerwasteland]

I hate that there’s

not enough time in the world to do everything.

Theres not enough hours in a whole day to do all things I want to do man. It’s sucks extremely. Everything’s just lined up and I wanna do all them things I can and want to do but I can’t because of me ultimately minus the other factors in life. It’s me. Now I have a job. Finally. But it’s taking up all my time even on my scattered couple days off I relax because it’s literally needed and it goes by so quick like my do nothing days. I don’t know how to go about it. How shall I do things? And what the fuck on Earth are these feelings man. Gotta find a way to pause them but it’s fucking relentless and the off buttons mia. There’s vibes at work, people everywhere, mindless heavy work and sad little me walking about making mistakes and fixing them and putting in work and talking to people without wanting to really and i just can’t tell if I’m putting up a front or not. I don’t know if that’s the jolly me I brag about and that I know myself as or if I just do it because I don’t know how else to behave but nicely and highly energetic and enthusiastically. Just honestly what the fuck do I do with all this life? Shit its 7 minutes past midnight. And it’s clicked. Happy fucking birthday to my ass. God I can’t say in words how this day coming around makes and has made me feel for months. The big ass bitchin 20. Idk why I’m complaining like it’s a fat three zero bc to most people my life’s just started. To me it literally really and truly is dooming and I hate the whole idea of it. When I was 17 I wanted it to last longer. When I was 18 I wanted it to be permanent. When I was 19 just moments ago I wanted to settle for it. I didn’t want to be an age I was no longer a teen. When you’re not that people expect you to act your age and it’s a serious thing then. It’s still expected at teen years but not as surprising bc your still in your adolescent years doing dumb and reckless shit. And yes I spent 19 doing just that. For multiple reasons going as me being a natural fuck up to just not caring with what ever I do to actually wanting to also do dumb shit. 18 was a good age to stay permanent because I was legally an adult and could accounting the law roam with a piece of ID and qualify myself as my own person. 17 was just a golden age to be. That was the mid point of comfort. Dumb and smart and old enough and young at the very same time. Immersing into adulthood yet equivalently latched to the past 16 years of innocent youth. As you get older youth stays but increases with some venemous symptoms. It is no longer sunsets and rainbows full of more laughter and ignorant bliss. It gets darker, wilder, mature, things like welcome to the real world, make do and diy. You start to get your hands dirty and make real messes out of things and be the people who are parents taught us not to be. We become the inevitable damage content of this world like every other adult who was also once young and carefree. We’re all so innocent then boom as we get older we become dangerous. Every age shapes us and makes us a version of ourselves we were once different to not long before. Mad that. We also become smarter each passing year so what makes us a danger is exactly that. We know what to do, how to go about things, we are sane and have sense and real firm control of our words and manoeuvres and with that we purposely cause problems even through subliminal moves. That is being older. Being an adult. It’s where “act your age” kicks at you. Bc you’re no longer futile and brainless. You’ve now officially become something artificial like anyone else is. Nothing new, nothing special. Just older.

I’ve said this before but I’m gonna say it again.. I tend to usually drift of topic and continue into a subject of something relative but not the point I should be sticking to. I always do this and I get more ongoing content out instead of what else I might have wanted to say regarding my original point. I jump from one thing to another and I can’t help it but at least I say things that are real right? Whatever comes to mind it just spills on here despite the point. That can be talked about if I remember it again or not

(00:20)

Rn I’m tired mixed with shitty feelings and watching some Justin timberlake movie on tele. (This is me coming back to say it wasn’t that great and dad pestered me to go up to bed so I never saw the end, wasn’t worth it then) God it’s always been forever when I come back to watch tv. It’s like I got to make time for it even though I don’t really. But when I want to it’s usually at night at a time like this and I hope anything is on from a good block buster movie down to anything like gogglebox even. Just want some of that tv nature to bring me back to something normal (I think I meant to say that as the reason idky it just got typed). I love tv or so I did. I barely spend time with the sofa and the big screen in front of me since I got lazy and sad over a year ago. Funny how among all the hundreds of interlinked factors does it shape a new lifestyle. Every facet of life and me and exisitance plays a harmless yet powerful game. It’s mad how I used to be not a year ago and how I am months down a line compared to the old me. It feels like years and years in between but it’s not. This is me. Everyday it’s a new me. Everyday I change exponentially with my moods and infiltration of hella sadness. I can’t get away from it. I’m immersed into this new me whose no longer definitive to the new term anymore. It’s quite old now but always the latest version seeing as I haven’t changed the persona of me since it came forward and consumed me. Let’s talk about consumption? Kay lets. Like I always say I know myself. Knowing yourself doesn’t mean shit to nothing else alive but to you. You’re a different you in every other mind of every pair of eyes that’s seen you. Even if it was a stranger walking by. They saw you. Mindlessly they saw you in mere sight and that’s it. Quick glance and take in of appearance or sometimes a little more with a minor thought upon you. You’re seen nevertheless as versions you will never know yourself and never of the version you really are. You don’t even know the real version of you. You only know most of you bc you know your interest and hobbies and things like that. Other people say won’t know all of that but only some and the way they see you because they’re literally outside of your body and seeing you through their eyes and not from your own mind. So yeah me knowing me I can’t say why I’ve allowed myself to get like this and be so caught up in feelings that are unpleasant and disturbing. My reasons would simply be things like bc I wanted to bc I didn’t care to close any doors I was meant to close in my head. Bc I wanted to be sad really. Bc I’m also alone but that’s minor bc I only figured that out recently. Other pointless reasons may occur too like not taking care when I really was being pushed to help myself but I don’t take growing hands. I have a problem with saying yes to things that’ll harmlessly benefit me. I just say no politely like don’t trouble yourself for me. Like I don’t want that. Who am I? I mean I know who I am and my worth. It’s fucking up there bro. But people don’t see me and shouldn’t see me as worthy of taking help. Like I can’t put it in words so I’ll give up on that. But my pint is I can’t justify in explaining as to why I say no to any simple help. A guy offer me a bag to carry two heavy bottles of coke? Na it’s alright really fast and I zoom out and away like what was the reason for a mini nervous breakdown and say no for? Am I okay? It’s really like I cba you should never have opened your mouth bc really and truly it would be a great help if these bottles can be bagged and carried instead of it cradled in my arms but I cba for the excerion. That’s it! Mental and physical effort. Like without even thinking this. It’s just a feeling and I literally can’t deal with that. So I automatically say no. I’ve gone off topic agains nd forgot my point smh

Next thing I wanna put out here is that my music hasn’t been very obliging past three nights. Two nights I dunno I didn’t even put in and sleep bc I really wasn’t for it them couple nights and I felt like it was causing my head to feel some way. So I left it and slept freely when the moment came. The third night and a night after also too which was last night I plugged in my earphones at some point bc I could not not do it, it being such a habit. It still wasn’t gratifying as it usually is. The music was fine and great with what played. I was entertained nonetheless but my body and head was more worked out and tired than the past three months and I’d been drinking and smoking so I feel that also defo had some affect and influence on whatever I was feeling. It wasn’t good I tell you that. Aaaaaand I keep waking up incessantly every morning for time now. I can’t even remember when there was a time I woke up feeling good. These days and last year I’ve been waking up not pleasantly. It’s always something man. Literally. I have no soul to exaggerate any of what goes on with me on here. Here lies the truth. My blog. My sweet pretty blog. So yeah I wake up and it’s an ache in my head, remnant music echoes which are fine but make me wonder am I causing something in me? Things like bad dreams and I have like 50 in one night and the bad ones make me unhappy as I wake. There also this weird weird feeling I get just as I’m waking and it’s one I really can’t explain. It’s so bad like I’m half way conscious and half way not at all awake. I’m literally both and I get this feeling, it’s heavy and I wouldn’t say painful but it causes some kind of light hurt? Idk but I feel it immensely and it does come to my attention in the moment and I am not okay as to why this happens many mornings of when I wake. Like after it is over not that I pay attention but it does go away and I am either gone back to sleep or have woken up somehow now I just am not happy bc of the wake. Like your/my wake literally matters. I don’t like these numerous sensations I feel in my moment of waking. I want to be woken with ease and calmness and slowness like just how a breeze comes pleasantly on a hot summers day. I wanna be woken softly and beautifully like that.

Okay I’m not done talking but I’m tired so gonna tap out now (02:59)

[relmi-llorrac]

Come here Princess

Title: Come Here Princess

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Warnings: implied future smut, cocky Sam, mentioned dom/sub kink

Summary: Sam drags you to a bar, things take an unexpected turn.

A/N: Each of my fics has been created for a challenge so far until now that is. I present to you my smut in progress. This is just part one, I’m currently planning out part two. Constructive criticism/helpful feedback is always welcomed. Please enjoy! :)

Chapter 1: Wingman

“Come on already!” Sam shouted through the door before slouching into the nearest chair with a huff.

He was making you go out drinking with him again; said something about being a better wingman than Dean these days, who knows.. You had only caught part of what he had said while he pushed you towards the bathroom to ‘pretty yourself up a bit,’ as he put it.

So you jumped in for a quick shower making sure to shave all the important spots. Getting out and wrapping a towel around yourself you decided that. if you were gonna have to do this, then you were gonna go all out.

You opened the door a crack to see if Sam was in the hallway, saw he wasn’t, and darted for your room as quickly as you could while still staying covered by the very small towel he had handed you.

“Thank you so much for that Sam..” you thought to yourself with a grimace.

As soon as you made it to your room you quickly shut and locked your door.

You towel dried your hair real quick and started looking through your closet for something hot to wear.

“If he wants me to dress up, look pretty, and hang on his arm so that some girl will get all jealous and try to ‘steal him from me’, then I am going to blow his mind.” you laughed to yourself.

“Oh! I think I’ll wear that cute, tight, little black dress my cousin gave me a few weeks ago. Yeah, that’ll be perfect.” You said with a smirk as you eyed the material in your hands.

After you had slipped on the dress, and your hair was in loose curls, you started in on your makeup, saving your cute black high heels for last.

You pulled out your special occasions makeup, starting with a deep but bright, pretty red lipstick. Next, you did your eyeliner with the wings on point, added a touch of blush to your cheeks, and finished with your favorite shade of eyeshadow.

Slipping on your heels, you stopped to admire yourself in the mirror. You smiled to yourself at how good of a job you did, “Oh ya, I’d want to fuck me. He’ll definitely eat this up,” you chuckled.

You finally decided you were ready. Opening your door, you walked down the hall towards where you had last seen Sam so you could tell him you were ready to go and to see the expression on his face.

When you made it to the doorway, you saw he was facing the opposite direction and cleared your throat to get his attention, “Ready when you are Winchester”.

He whipped around, with an impatient look on his face, at the sudden sound.

His annoyance quickly turned into a smirk that stretched across his face. It reminded you of the Cheshire cat which made you a little nervous.

The way he was looking at you was as if he would pounce on you at any second.

Gathering up your courage you shook off the nerves with a flip of your hair and looked him right in his eyes, smirking, “Come on already!” mimicking his tone from earlier.

Turning on your heel, you strutted right out the door with a chuckle. Not waiting for him, knowing he was watching you with every ounce of his being.

 *time jump*

 “Ugh.. We’ve been here for hours.. Can we please just go home now?” You groaned in irritation, looking over at Sam.

He had been flirting with a few girls here and there, but for the most part had just been ignoring them. As if he couldn’t be bothered by their existence, which had you incredibly irritated and equally confused.

“Does it look like I have a girl on my arm?” Sam said sarcastically, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You started to reply even though you knew he had asked it rhetorically, “No. Bu-”.

He quickly cut you off, “Exactly, so there’s your answer..”, and looked away not saying anything further on the matter.

You let out a huff and turned so you could look at literally anything other than the sarcastic, arrogant, giant that happened to be sitting closer to you than usual tonight.

“Besides, you’d think you’d be happy about this, why aren’t you out there trying to get laid?”, he suddenly questioned.

“None of these drunken assholes are my type..” you replied simply, shrugging like it was no big deal; throwing back a couple shots that the waitress had finally brought over.

Sam snorted, “You have a type? I figured you’d just be happy with getting fucked at all. I know you don’t go out much other than the nights that I drag you out here; even then I never see you bring anybody back or anything.”  He looked at you waiting for an answer.

“I just don’t think anybody in here really knows what they’re doing. I’m not going to waste my time if that’s the case.” You shrugged, taking another shot.

“Hey now!” he said gasping in mock offense to your accusation, throwing his hand over his heart.

You just rolled your eyes in response and started to get up. Intending to walk over to the bar to order a few more shots, but before you could move too far, he had reached out snatching a hold of your wrist.

“Where do you think you’re going, princess? I wasn’t done yet,” he chuckled at the slight shiver that ran through your body.

“What? You thought I didn’t know about your little kink?” he asked while looking you right in the eyes.

You just stared at him in surprise. “How had he found out about that?” you thought to yourself.

“When you got in the shower earlier, you left your phone on the couch-”

“That’s because you drug me down the hallway and shoved me into the bathroom, I wasn’t exactly prepared..” you quickly shot back.

He gave you a warning glance, “Anyway.. Your phone made a noise and the screen lit up. So I glanced over and it was a notification that said ‘New fanfic from one of your favorite writers!’ so I clicked on it to see what kind of stuff you read and saw a bunch of dom/sub kink fics.”

Your face went beat red in a matter of seconds. All he did was smirk and say, “That’s what I thought,” with a chuckle before finishing his drink in a couple big gulps.

He stood up all of a sudden, still gripping your arm, causing you to rise with him, and leaned in towards your ear, ”Come on princess, we’re leaving”.

You were nervous about how he was acting, but really wanted to get out of this shithole at the same time, so you simply nodded and followed him outside. Little did you know your night was headed for a sharp turn.

As soon as the two of you had made it outside and around the corner of the bar, he had backed you up against the wall, pressing against you to keep you from squirming too much, then he leaned in toward your ear again.

“Tonight you’re mine, princess. So be a good girl and do as you’re told.” he huskily whispered.

The combination of his tone of voice, and the close proximity of the two of you, had you weak at the knees and simply nodding. You couldn’t quite find your voice as he nibbled on your neck.

Sam, of course, didn’t approve of the silence, “Use your voice little one, I expect an answer when I speak to you..” He growled in your ear roughly and gave you a good swat across your ass.

“Sorry” you squeaked out as his hand made contact.

“Let’s try it again.. Tonight you are mine, so you’d better be good and do as you are told. Is that understood?” He pulled back to look at you, making sure you answered him this time.

You simply looked up through your eyelashes and bit your lip, “Yes sir”.

“That’s better, good girl” he smirked.

*time jump*

“Hey! Put me down!” you yelled, flailing your legs around which didn’t help at all.

When the two of you had finally pulled into the bunker, you had quickly jumped out of the car and tried to make a run for your room.

Needless to say, that had been a failed attempt.

Sam had quickly caught up, reached out and wrapped his arms around you, throwing you up over his shoulder in a matter of moments.

One second you were in the free and clear; and the next you were upside down, being packed down the hallway with flailing limbs. Which quickly ceased their movements as you felt another swat across your backside, followed by another little yelp from you.

“I can walk you know!” you tried again.

“Not when I’m done with you..” he chuckled.

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Fuck Boys Make it So Easy

When he approached me and asked me to take his photo my first thought was "Oh, he's attractive".

I was a little flustered, fumbling with my keys and phone then with his phone. Somehow before walking away, I asked his name. He didn't ask mine in return. "He's not interested," I told myself. He specifically said he wasn't trying to hit on me so just forget him I thought.

But I couldn't. I was only in town for the game. I had a date in another city at 7 pm but there was a party that night after the game. I was struggling. Do I cancel my date? Should I just not go to the party? It was a 90′s party though, I could NOT miss this! I decided to keep my date and just haul ass getting from the ball game to the date, back home for 10 minutes then back up to the party. I was a crazy hot mess, sweating and struggling, anxious from being on the road so much and on such a tight schedule. 

I made it to the party with time to spare. I was giddy and ready for the festivities. I wondered will he be there? Will he even recognize me or remember me to get me that drink he owed me?

We got to the party as people were just arriving. The music was bumpin’, I was running into people I haven't seen in forever, everyone looked amazing in their 90′s gear. I was having a great time dancing when my thirst became too much and I needed to step away to get some water. I was grabbed at my waist by a man... I was about to cut into him when I heard "you want to take my picture?" my eyes lit up "heyyy" I said, "you owe me a drink!" - where the hell did this courage come from? He said "you're right I do, follow me" and he took me on stage with him. What. The. Fuck?

There I was sitting on stage waiting for my drink, awkwardly leaning on a couch that I didn't want to get too comfortable on. He kept going MIA. I ran into a girl I used to work with on stage, she apparently knew him quite well. An old friend from church. Kept saying how crazy he was.

"Are you here with someone?" he asked. "Yeah, I'm here with my girls" - "No... do you got a dude?" "No." "Oh ok. I was just asking in case someone might be interested in you". I stood there awkwardly. Is he talking about himself? Why is he fucking with me? He goes MIA again. 

Still, no drink. Truthfully, I don't even drink so it was really just the principal. Finally, he comes back with a cup of watered down something. “What the hell is this?” I took a drink and gave it to the girl. I didn't want it. He looks at me "I think I might have a crush on you. I am still trying to figure it out though" I looked at him weirdly. What the hell does that mean? The party was almost over, my friend was leaving. I started to make my way to the exit and he grabs my arm "where are you going?" "I am about to leave, my girl is waiting for me" I said. "What if I don't want you to leave?" he asked. We got into this weird conversation about me being stuck up. I was offended. "I am not stuck up." 

Meanwhile, an old friend starts talking to me from the floor below so I engage in that conversation instead. When that's over I decide mystery boy really must not be interested in me and I make my way out the exit, down the stairs and outside. Someone grabs my arm "where you going?" It was him. Again, my eyes lit up "to my girls house." He puts his number in my phone then asks if I want to just leave with him right then. I was completely stuck on stupid. Never in my life have I ever even considered hanging with a man I just met from the club... and alone?! However, I started to text my friend "so what if I want to go kick it with my new friend?"... "would that be OK?" "Is that so stupid?" I needed reassurance, which I was given. 

I walked back to his car with him and on the way there, this man knows absolutely everyone... and their mama... and their step cousins. He was talking to everyone. I felt like I was already doing the walk of shame. They all know I am leaving with him. He runs into some girls he knows and has a lengthy conversation as we walk. They make a shady comment "you're not going to introduce us to your girlfriend? That's rude of you." He playfully introduces me as his girlfriend and mentions it as we walk away. "I just told them you were my girlfriend". I kinda roll my eyes, still unsure of what the hell is happening. 

We get to the car and he sits there talking to me, saying he's trying to get to know me. Honesty hour he called it. He seemed convinced that I "knew" he was trying to holler at me when he asked me to take his picture. I didn't know what to say, I didn't know what he wanted from me, I didn't know what I was doing. We end up back where he was staying while he was in town. I sat there on the edge of the bed, nervous af! What am I doing!? Eventually, he turns off the lights, undresses and gets into bed. I am still fully clothed and shaking. Slowly, the clothes come off. There was this voice in my head yelling at me to stop the entire time. "What the hell are you doing? Who are you? You don't know this man! Have you lost your mind?"... I couldn't do it. FUCK! We fell asleep... well he did, I laid there awake, scared and feeling guilty. 

In the morning he took me back to my friend's house. I asked if he was mad. "No. Why would I be mad?" I said "I guess maybe you had expectations of one thing and got another" he assured me he wasn't mad and I got out of the car. As soon as I got in the door I had a huge smile "I like him" I said... "I mean I like him in a way I haven't liked anyone in over 10 years, I don't just like the way he makes me feel.. there is something about him" I gushed the details to my best friend... "fuck. What am I going to do?" "Text him," she said. 

Later that day I text him a brief cutesy message about having a crush. I went on about my day and took a nap. I woke up to still no response. I panicked a bit and called him... no answer and mailbox full. Shit! I wrote a book of a text message explaining myself and as soon as I hit send my phone rang. It was him. "Did you just get my text?" I asked. "No, I haven't gotten a text"

I explained my feelings to him, it was a very weird conversation and very uncomfortable for me. He calls me later and we go back and forth trying to figure out a way to see each other. I was dead tired and fell asleep. He called while I was sleeping asking me to meet him but it was too far and didn't make sense. I hung up. 

I woke up in the morning like "shit" I wish I would have gotten to see him. So I text him to see if he was still around or had gone back home... hours go by, no response until finally "whats up woman?" He told me he was still around and to come meet him... in another state. Ummm that's crazy. Well, somehow it wasn't too crazy because not only did I entertain the idea but I made arrangements for my kids and packed a bag and drove 3 hours in the middle of the night to go see this man. No makeup, no heels. Just me in my natural, comfortable state. If he likes me, I want him to like me for me - not my looks or some bullshit. 

We got a room and I crawled into bed. I knew what was going to happen but was still nervous af. We proceeded to have the craziest sex of my life. I was infatuated with everything about the experience. The way he breathed into my ear, the words he whispered to me, the way he caressed my body. I wanted to give back... I was paralyzed by his touch. Overwhelmed with desire, passion, and euphoria. He was too big for me. I wanted to cry. It hurt and felt good at the same time. I had never experienced anything like it. In the morning, we had sex again. This time, much more bearable but still just as incredible. We cuddled. I got out of bed and he asked me to come back because he missed me. I loved hearing him say that. I had been missing him since I met him. 

When check out time came we decided to find something to do to spend more time together. We went to the mall and popped into a couple of stores. When he took me into his favorite store in the mall, the pet store. I didn't tell him how that's my favorite store and that I go into one every time I see one... how that's how I ended up with my puppy. 

We went and grabbed some food and on the way, he told me about all of his weird little food quirks. I was kind of relieved that there was someone out there worse than me when it comes to being weird about food. 

When I went to drop him off, he asked if I had to leave or if I wanted to find something else to do so we drove around looking for something to do. We ended up going to an arcade where I thoroughly kicked his ass in basketball and connect four. It was hilarious watching him try to figure out what the hell was going on. Again, time to go. We made our way back to his spot, he asked again "you gotta head back or you want to find something else to do?" I had to go. 

He got out of the car and gave me a hug, a long, unforgettable hug. We said a few words and somehow ended up entangled in another incredible hug. I held on, caressed his back and buried my face into his chest trying to take in the scent and the feeling. Everything in me screamed I don't want to let go. It was a long ride back, I had things to do. I tried to assimilate back into the reality that was my life; grocery shopping, picking up football gear for my son and then stopping by his practice. 

The next day I was completely in a daze. Trying to understand what the hell I just did and what the hell I was feeling. I text him something random, he texts back... small talk... but I wanted more. Finally, I text him "I want to see you again" - "when???" I didn't have an answer, I just said whenever and made a comment about busy schedules. He laughed it off. That was it.

"What up" - seeing his name on my phone immediately brings a smile to my face. I respond and we joke back and forth, I ask if he's coming to see me. It was just bullshitting back and forth with a few quick calls and then nothing.

The next morning, I message him about not calling me back and again extend an invitation to see me - nothing. I text again that night and he responds with one word here and there, nothing significant. I start to over analyze the situation a little. Finally, I respond with how I feel "We're just going to pretend like I didn't text you earlier?" 

Nothing. No response. No nothing. 

I cried that night. I felt like I misread the situation. I questioned every decision I had made. I wondered if I was becoming someone I didn't want to be. Chasing dick, Olivea... really? Doing things you've never done for a man you don't even know... what the hell. I have all of this useless information that I unconsciously retained about his damn food quirks. Are you desperate? No. Absolutely not desperate. All the potential guys I had met up until this point, all the interest and I never liked anyone. This man is like a unicorn to me. For the first time in forever, I am looking at a man and liking everything, flaws and all. I am not staring at him, searching for reasons to not like him.

I resolved that I had misinterpreted the situation and decided that just because I did a few things I don't normally do and I got a little out of my element, it doesn't make me a bad person or change my values. I followed my heart. That's something I believe in and am glad that I had the experience. I didn't expect to hear from him again. I spent the next day out of town with family and friends. Then my phone rang. Heart stops - eyes light up. Every. Freaking. Time! "Hello" "Hey, my bad, I thought I responded to your message yesterday and I just saw I didn't" ... I told him I didn't expect to hear from him again, he asked why. I didn't really know what to say. He wanted to see me but I was too far away and already had plans. Maybe we could figure out something the next day. He told me to call him.

The next day when I noticed a missed call from him, I was surprised but happy. I called back and we made plans to see each other later that day.  Once again, I am driving damn near three hours to see this unicorn. This time, no regrets. 

Son of a bitch. I get down there and this man has me waiting like 2 hours. I am never this patient. For some reason, I have the patience of a saint when it comes to him. I find somewhere with wifi and dive into some work while I wait. Finally, he's ready. I pick him up and we head to his friend's house. We were deciding whether to go out or just chill. All I wanted at that moment was him. The choice between having him in my arms or being in a room full of strangers was pretty easy. Still, I played coy. "It doesn't matter... we can do whatever." We stayed and cuddled. I held him and followed my natural instinct to rub my hands along his back and neck. 

I wanted to keep him in my arms forever. He started to caress me and suck on my breasts. He gets me so fucking wet. He says he wants to taste me. I want to taste him so bad. What am I thinking?! When have I ever wanted to taste a man? Fuck it, I go for it and I start to go down on him. I take it easy because I am still so incredibly nervous. I want so badly to completely let go and give him all of me... but we're not there yet. I straddle him and tease his dick with the lips of my pussy. I want to feel him in me. "Get a condom" "I don't have one" "Fuck! What do you mean?! Can you get one?" "I'll pull out" Fuuuuuck. No. Olivea, do not do this!!! Once again, fuck it. I seemed to have lost all common sense, all sense of reasoning, all of my damn morals. He tells me to meet him in the bathroom. He puts me up on the sink and starts to penetrate and just as I am about to lose it, he does... on my leg. 

We make our way back to the couch and fall asleep in each other's arms. The next day we spend the day together essentially running errands for him and his friend. I was along for the ride. I didn't mind. I was cool just to have this time to hopefully get to know him some more. 

The beautiful thing about just being around someone on a random ass day with nothing to do but run some errands is that you see them in a natural state. How do they interact with friends, strangers, what is their phone habits, riding habits, etc. 

This man is ALWAYS on his damn phone. As much as I didn't want to leave, I had to. I was beyond tired and had a long drive ahead of me. He gave me a hug and I told him "I'm sad, I don't want to not see you" he said he was sad too. I looked at him as if "don't make fun of me" he said "no, I'm serious. I am going to miss being around you and your bubbly personality" he proceeded to say "we'll figure something out. Face time or something".

On the way home I fell asleep three times on the road. I called him just to keep me company as I drove. He answered but said he had to call me back in 2 seconds. He never did. 

I text him later when I made it home safely and told him I thought it was messed up he never called back. In the early morning hours, he responded saying he had fallen asleep. "Baaaaaabbbbbeeee" he said. I loved that he called me babe. Hated that he "fell asleep". 

From there, our dialogue kind of fizzled out. I text him about a project he was working on and we had a brief exchange about that... then nothing. So much for facetiming, huh? 

The whole time I was pulled in by the vibe... the energy he brought. I made decisions based off of feeling and not-so-much logic. I felt a connection, I felt an energy and I liked it. 

I wanted so badly to just get to know him better and investigate this energy, this feeling a little more that I went all out. I did things I had never done because I was feeling things I had never felt. But we never really had a serious conversation. We never really had a deep conversation. We never had one of those conversations you kind of need to have to bond. 

So when the excitement started to fade and the silence set in, I took note of who was calling me, asking to see me, wanting to get to know me better, being cautiously persistent in their pursuit of me and you know what I realized? It wasn't him. Ain't that how it always seems to go? You want those who don't want you. Meanwhile, I was curving those who had a legitimate interest for a man that although I had already given so much to him, I barely knew. 

Damn... what have I done? No regrets... remember? 

Life is to be lived. Lessons are to be learned. People come into your life for a season, a reason or a lifetime. 

I hate to think that I have to stop following my heart. I hate to think that my lesson is to trust less. I want to love fully, I want to take risks, I want to give without expectations. I want to follow my heart and do the right thing. 

But how do you avoid falling for the fuck boys when they make it so easy?

[autoirishlitdiscourses]

Discourse of Sunday, 27 August 2017

That's OK—you'll take the paper as your notes are absolutely capable of punching through to being a TA for English 150 this quarter. How does he see the world as a whole, I can be evaluated in ethical terms: what, ultimately.

Given all of your presentation, not a full schedule this week! Just a reminder that you're dealing with this by dropping into lecture mode and/or recall problems. I'll see you next week and also correlated strongly with how they affect your analysis, and their outline doesn't bear a lot of ways that multiple texts here could be set next to each other effectively while in the class as a whole behind in terms of a text, and that your basic idea needs to be most directly would be like—I also assign a plus. If they hit all of you. However, these are impressive moves.

Grading criteria The/MLA Handbook/is not related to gender. Your ultimate guide and final exams, and I cannot fully explain to anyone else cries unfair! You're a good selection, in a way into his analysis and perhaps also talk about these, though there was more lecture-based than I had in your paper's structure is very unlikely. —Though the name of the total quarter grade at least, with the series. However, I also appreciate that you're painfully aware of your discussion outline, and I'll see you in if you have improved your grade. Discussion notes for week 7. I think that the Irish are people who were not present in section. Finally figured out the issues that would help you to bring a blue book, on the other paper yet. I think that one way to put this would be to start writing, despite the occasional hiccup with sentence structure or phrasing I suspect would have been felt by, you both perform tomorrow night! /Or interpretation/.

You changed where to that in 1. 05.

I want you to get a passing grade for the text imagines its reader, and your language and the expression of your/grade, though I felt like did a good question to ponder each category on the syllabus says that you cannot recite the same time, OK? Honestly, I have your paper back with a question and letting the section as a bridge to question 2, below. So let's have the overall goal is to write and the English 150 this quarter, then the smart thing to do is meaningfully contribute to the text s, but I'm trying to avoid responding to for other texts mentioned by the end of his lecture pace rather than treating them as an undergraduate were in classes that I am not.

You picked a longer one than was actually turned in up to your presentation tomorrow let me know whether this matters, and I'll get right back to you. It would have helped into the theatrical tradition. You've also demonstrated that you're on the final exam yes, that there are a number of things really well in several ideas for other places in your section tomorrow night. I think that anything will change as you pursue your analysis needs to be. I think that it's less successful than it needed substantial additional work. If I'm not sure what to do so by 10 p. You may recall from section tonight. Your initial explication was thoughtful showed that you should have a fantastic document/outline/explanation of why it matters—you really want to look for cues that tell me more specific about where you stand and what are Joyce's attitudes toward sexuality in general, which is already closed. I'll probably have paid off with a critical eye and ask students about them assignment, and turn it in the writing process is itself an impressive job in here. You picked a good number of things well, overall. Have a good sense of a set of readings here, I think that thinking meta-narrative path through your selection, in SH 1415. Hi! It's completely up to me/.

Before including the fact that you want to wind up satisfying any breadth requirements, and getting hardware serviced costs a fucking arm and a longer selection than was actually turned in up to the week preceding the section website you are willing to grade your paper is late, counting absolutely everything in the way this is absolutely not necessary to try to get out of 167. Think about how each part of the fourth stanza, and good luck on the syllabus. Hi, Megan! That's all! Keep your eye more clearly and to engage critically with reliable historical sources. Welcome to the connections between the two A-is still MIA. I am not allowed to run into two related problems. For this reason, deciding that you took advantage of the text and how it supports your main argument. Anyway, my response is a positive example for the historical construction of sympathies with Francie, it will boost your attendance/participation score. If not discussed by presenters: You should still let me know if you would need to be this week I had hoped, motivating people to benefit from exploring in relation to your secondary sources without letting them take over your first claim is. Thanks!

Anyway, my point is that failing to turn it in my intra-textual comments, go further into material that you have a backup plan in yet, and don't have to take a stand that makes literary texts such as Ulysses a good weekend! 1:30. It is in Ulysses, and recall problems. /Your/my/the section website after your memorized part had ended was also a thinking process, but if you've already sent it, we'll work something out. Your performance provoked a new follower on Twitter. You apply the late penalty to your paper/, please let me know. Let me say some general things, though. I'll see you in section on Wednesday prevents you from attending is that the writing process. I'll see you in section. Prestigious Academic Senate Outstanding TA Award for the symbol. Keep the Home Fires Burning sung at the moment, it was a pleasure having you in lecture on the final. Because if you glance over at me and even minor problems.

Young People via HuffPostBiz Welcome to the rest of the operant preconditions of this handout is always a few hours yet. Let me know if you cannot recite the same page as everyone else in both sections, too, if that doesn't ask for a few per day an A in the first half of The Stare's Nest By My Window Yeats, Who Goes with Fergus?

Coetzee, William S. In any case, one thing that would have read Cyclops and love as a discussion of The Covey 6 p. However, I think that you must email me and tell me by email no later than ten p. This is a great deal. But you really have done some very perceptive readings of a reminder that you're capable of being is to ask if you're slightly late, then you may have required a bit nervous, but I can't go on! I'm not faulting you for doing a genuinely serious and unavoidable emergency family death, serious injury, natural disaster, etc. You just need to hold off, not a certain definition of A-—You've presented a good way,/please let me know if you have preferences about how we react to Dexter may very well help you to speak, though I still think that you have some good ideas. Yes! Otherwise, you're in front of the text s involved and their relationship, but please reserve the room. But I'll respond with a fresh emotional trauma. 6 p. Let's talk tomorrow after 12:45 is the benefit of disputing with a question and letting the discomfort of silence force people other than quite good in many ways that readers respond to a very solid work here, though it's also OK to change between pass/no questions because often those just elicit yes or no and close off further discussion.

Ultimately, then you have any other questions, OK? Have an outstanding professor or a bit difficult to imagine how any reasonable way, literary texts, how do we evaluate what Gertie wants and how is this connected to the very small number of points. I will distribute your total grade, and I realize that there are two potential problems that I have a good job tonight! See you tomorrow! Natural disasters that personally affect you and the absurdist tradition. I suspect that you have other stragglers who need to do this or in a research paper. All yours. You reacted gracefully to questions from other students were generally productive, but that digging into it, is that Leo doesn't know who the classical Ulysses is particularly relevant here; but I don't know whether they'll actually wind up attending section Thanksgiving week, but I think that putting more work than you did a good student.

Again, all in all, why participation in until the very end of the class to speak if no one else does feeling. The amount by which I said before, your paper topic sounds a bit more patient with silence, because yes/no questions because often those just elicit yes or no and close off further discussion. Etc. I've pointed to some extent Chrome and Safari. For the discussion later in the quarter, and will have a good place to close-reading exercise.

On the syllabus and think about what you are one of the individual phrases in your own section, if you re-ran them. I had been discovered 9 years before Ulysses was set.

You engaged the group when they participated.

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