#[get in some damn good licks celine!!]

[erisnoxauthor]

Unholy Halloween Night

Summary: Billy takes his girl to a Halloween party and things get a little hot...

Warnings: Mature Themes 18+ *minors do not interact* fem reader (OC), p in v, alcohol and drug use, hints of abuse, fingering, overstimulation, sir kink, hair pulling [I think I covered everything, if I didn't please let me know!]

Celine is my OC, I don't own Billy Hargrove (although I wish I did ;} )

This is my first published piece anywhere! Let me know what you think!! xoxo Eris <3

Billy pulled the Camaro to a stop of in front of a house Celine hadn't seen before. "Do you know these people?" She asked, looking over to her boyfriend as he lit a cigarette in the dark of the car. He shrugged his leather clad shoulders. "Party is a party babe." Celine rolled her eyes, tugging on the pleather of her sexy nurse costume. Billy stepped out of the car, skirting the hood and coming to open her door. She stood from her seat, pressing her hands to his exposed chest, that red button up always undone way to low.

Billy's lips pulled into a smirk, pressing them roughly to hers. "Damn you taste good." He mumbles against her mouth. Celine fisted her hands into his jacket, pulling herself closer to him. She had been aching for him all day.

"You want to skip the party?" Celine asked, sliding her hand down his toned abs. Billy grabbed her wrist , stopping her path to his semi-hard dick, his eyes dark with lust. "I want to be drunk right now. Last night was fucking shit and today wasn't much better." Celine nodded, a look of concern on her face, stepping aside so he could close the door. Billy tossed the cigarette, pushing the door of the car closed.

She laced her hand in his, following him up the sidewalk to the house. The door was open and music poured into the front yard. Bodies lingered everywhere, drinks in almost every hand. She stayed behind Billy as he made a way through the crowd, the throng of people parting like the red sea when they saw him. Nobody messed with Billy Hargrove. Nobody.

He let her hand go when they made it to the kitchen, grabbing a cup for them both and handing one to her. Celine took a small sip of the cheap beer, wrinkling her nose at the taste. She liked fruity stuff a whole lot more than horse piss.

Billy tossed back what was in the cup, licking his lips as he sat it down on the table and surveyed the scene. Almost everyone was dressed in some kind of stupid costume. He turned his gaze back to his girlfriend. Celine currently wore a sexy nurse outfit, barley covering the tops of her thighs. The zipper looked ready to pop between her breast. Fuck it was going to be a long night.

They had been there a little over an hour, socializing with friends and dancing in the living room. Celine slid her ass across Billy's crotch, earing a look as he roughly gripped her hips. "I said drinking first." Celine laughed, turning her body and wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I need you though." He pressed his lips to hers, his tongue darting out to lick her mouth. Celine obliged, opening her mouth to him. Their tongues intertwined, fighting one another for dominance. Celine groaned, threading her fingers into Billy's curls. She pulled slightly, earning her ass a rough squeeze. He pulled back, a breath away from her lips. "Are you going to make me fuck you right in front of everyone?"

Celine bit her lip, sliding her hand down his shoulder and his broad chest. "If that's what it takes." Billy grabbed her elbow, towing her toward the kitchen. He grabbed another cup and poured a hefty shot of liquor into the red plastic.

He took a drink, his ocean eyes never leaving hers. She swallowed, lost in the arousal forming between her legs. He pulled the cup from his lips, sitting in on the counter. "You're in for it baby girl." She looked down, a blush forming over her cheeks.

Billy caught her attention when he groaned, grabbing another cup from the table and swallowing half of it.

Celine followed Billy's line of sight to Tommy H and Carol pushing their way through the crowd. Tommy thought he and Billy were best friends but truthfully, Billy hated him. "Hey man!" Tommy shouted over the music. Billy nodded his head, fishing his cigarettes and lighter from the pocket of his leather jacket. He already looked irritated as hell.

"Well look at you Miss Nurse lady, maybe I'll get hurt later." Billy snapped his head toward Tommy, the other boy taking several steps back, his hands in the air. "Just a joke man." Tommy cleared his throat. "Hey, they have a keg out back. You want to reclaim your title?"

Billy shrugged, blowing smoke into the air. "I didn't know I had lost it." Tommy scratched the back of his head. "Well you didn't but.."

Billy tightened his arm around Celine. "Let's get outside babe." Celine followed him, wafting away the smell of pot hanging thickly in the air. She watched as Billy let her go, walking over to the keg in the midst of "Keg King! Keg King! Keg King!"

Two boys Celine recognized from the basketball team lifted him up by his legs as he held the nozzle, swallowing as much as he could. Billy wasn't always the best to be around when he was drunk but sometimes Celine understood. That was his one escape from his shit hole father. He couldn't think so he couldn't remember.

When the boys let Billy down, Celine snapped out of her thoughts. "Almost a whole fucking minute Hargrove! Fifty three seconds!" Billy stumbled against one of the players that had been holding him, reclaiming his cigarette. He slid the butt into his mouth and held both hands up triumphantly. The chants began again.

"Keg King! Keg King! Keg King!" Billy swayed over to Celine, tossing the cigarette into someone's mother's flower garden. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her roughly against his body. "Let's find somewhere a little more private."

Celine followed Billy up the stairs into the first room they came to, a bathroom. He closed and locked the door, turning toward her. His eyes were glassy from the alcohol and his cigarette smoke and the mint gum currently in his mouth filled the bathroom.

Celine gasped when he pushed her back against the sink, slotting his thigh in between her legs. "Billy," Billy continued sucking on her neck, marking her as his. There would definitely be little bruises in his wake.

Billy slid his hand down to her breast, palming the heavy globe through the fabric of her outfit. She covered her hand with his. "Fuck me," Celine whispered into the small room. "I need you." Billy pulled back from her throat, slowly unzipping the front of her sexy nurses outfit. Her breast spilled free, nipples hard. Billy pushed the fabric back and bent his head, taking one into his mouth.

Celine tossed her head back, her hands gripping his hair as he sucked her breast. "Yes," He moved to the other one, giving it equal attention. Billy slid his hand up her skirt, his fingers brushing the thin fabric covering her pussy. He groaned, feeling the heat coming from her, the wet spot already formed on her panties. He slid the fabric aside, sliding the tip of his finger through her wet folds. God she was wet.

"Are you ready for me baby?" Celine nodded, pushing her breast out as she pulled at her nipple. Billy raised an eyebrow. "I didn't hear you." "Yes sir," She spoke quietly, pushing her soaked pussy toward his hand. "Please touch me." He slid two fingers into her, curling his fingers.

"You have to help me first babe." Celine looked down, his eyes widening at the bulge forming in his pants. She made quick work of his belt and undid the last few buttons on his shirt, pushing it back. She unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down with his boxers. His thick cock sprang free, slapping against his belly. A bead of precum already forming on the head.

Celine reached down, circling his cock with one hand. she swiped her thumb across the head, gathering the cum and bringing it to her mouth. She stared into Billy's eyes, his breath coming unevenly. Her tongue darted out, licking it off the pad of her thumb.

Billy smirked, he loved what a slut she could be. Just for him. But he was just as desperate as she was at this point and there was no time for play. He pulled her fingers from her pussy, sticking them into his mouth and licking off her arousal. Billy winked and Celine, her pupils blow at the small touch. He helped her off the sink, jerking her panties down her legs and pushing her skirt up. Billy put his hand in the center of her back, pushing her forward. The globes of her ass were on display to him and he could see her glistening arousal in the light.

Billy pulled his wallet from his back pocket, pulling the condom he kept for times just like these out. He tossed the wallet onto the sink beside her head and tore open the foil packet with his teeth. Billy rolled the condom down his hard length. No more little Hargrove's. That shit hole blood line stopped with him.

He gripped her hips, lining himself up, he pushed into her. Celine gasped. No matter how many times they fucked, she couldn't get past how big he was. He seated himself all the way, giving her time to adjust, massaging her hip.

Celine pushed back against him, signaling she was ready. Billy slowly withdrew before slamming back into her. He picked a rough pace. His balls slapping her clit with each thrust. Celine bit into her fist to keep from screaming, her small gasps still escaping. She looked in the mirror, meeting Billy's eyes as he fucked into her.

He winked, leaning forward to change the angle. Celine cried out as the head of his dick pounded against her sweet spot over and over. "Be my good girl, cum for me." He reached around, circling her clit with his left hand. Billy held eye contact with her in the mirror. Neither of them would last long.

He pussy clinched around his cock. The coil in her stomach felt like it is going to burst. Her orgasm took her by surprise, causing her to cry out. Billy covered her mouth with his free hand, helping her ride out her high. He continued to play with her clit in slow, lazy circles.

Tears streamed down her face at the overstimulation. She made eye contact with Billy in the mirror, her hands braced on the edge of the skin as he continued to roughly thrust into her. "Can you be a good girl and not yell?" She nodded her head, his hand still over her mouth. "Promise?" He grunted, his fingers digging into her hips. She squeezed her eyes shut, nodding furiously. He removed his hand, gripping her hips with both, chasing his own high.

Billy's thrust became erratic, his breathing ragged. His hips stilled as he came, spilling inside of her. Celine closed her eyes, her pussy clenching at the feeling. He let out a groan, his eyes closed and head thrown back. His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat. His necklace stuck to his sweaty chest.

He stayed like that, soaking in the feel of her hot core around him. He could feel his cock softening, party from the alcohol, partly from the amazing orgasm he had just had.

Billy hissed as he pulled his cock from her. She stood, feeling her arousal sticky between her thighs. She turned into her boyfriend's arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face in his throat. He bent his head to kiss her temple. "My girl," Celine smiled against his skin. "Always,"

She untangled herself, stepping back and grabbed some toilet tissue to clean herself up. She slid her panties back up her legs, pulling her skirt back into place and fluffing her hair. Billy tossed the used condom into the trash, stuffing himself back into his jeans and fastening his belt. He rebuttoned his shirt and tucked it back into his jeans. Celine turned, resting her hip on the sink. She watched quietly as Billy pulled his cigarette back from his jacket, putting one between his lips and lighting it.

He tilted his head back, blowing the smoke toward the ceiling. She stepped toward him, pressing her cheek to his chest, listening to his heart beat. He wrapped his free arm around her, squeezing her ass. making Celine laugh. "Never enough for you is it?" He watched as she took his cigarette from his lips, placing it between her own and taking a long drag. "Not when it's from the most amazing girl in the world." He paused, taking back his cigarette. "Not from my girl."

Celine stood on her tip toes, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "Come on baby, I need a beer."

Billy laughed, opening the door for her. "There's my girl."

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

lunares.

JAVIER PEÑA ; NARCOS ┃ USEFUL LINKS.

❝ request by @catcher11: Hello, Aurora! I hope you're having a wonderful evening (or day). I heard about the request, and I was hoping to get no.11 from the fluff prompt (the one about dancing) with Javier Peña. I just love the idea of reader and Javier being both playfull and sensual with one another and Javier being delighfully surprised by reader's dancing skills since she didn't seemed like the dancing type. As a native spanish speaker, I LOVED the dialogue on the Disaster fic and it meant a lot to me. Anyways, sorry for all the rambling. Thank you so much for everything!!!

❝ prompt: “where did you learn to dance?”

❝ words: about 1.1k. (including the translations)

❝ a / n: don’t forget to comment and reblog if you liked it, i’d really appreciate it!

Definitely, this is a blind date. You can't believe that Connie has played dirty with you, pushing you to one of Steve's friends' arms. Another DEA agent with a look of asshole that makes you wrinkle your nose in disgust. You have had to do your best to not roll your eyes when he has taken off his aviator sunglasses with an air of cockiness and a smirk that has pretended you to fall for him. You have forced a smile for commitment while shaking his hand for mere education.

Drinking your cocktail through a baby blue straw, you watch from the table your friend dancing with her husband, as Javier is sitting by your side smoking a cig and —probably— looking for a victim, after understanding you're out of his league. Poor of the girl who ends the night with him, hearing empty promises that will disappear in the morning when he dispatches her from his house. You can't help but look at him sideways, observing him lick and bite his top lip almost touching that stupid and old-fashioned mustache above his mouth. And it's too late to pretend you don't have your eyes on him when Javier catches you staring at his gestures.

“¿No bailas?”

(You don't dance?)

“No con tipos como tú”.

(Not with men like you).

He chuckles bowing his head as he shakes it slightly, placing an arm over the backrest of your chair, leaning closer to you, and invading your personal space not giving a shit if that bothers you or not.

“Así que… no sabes bailar”.

(So you don't know how to dance).

“Sí que sé”.

(Yeah, I do know how to).

“¿Sí? ¿Cómo o dónde aprendiste a bailar?”

(Yeah? How or where did you learn to dance?)

Squinting at him in silence, you quickly know what he is trying. Challenging you. You're too sober for this, drinking your cocktail in one gulp under his surprised eyes to stand up and offer him a hand. Of course you're going to show him how good you dance and make him, therefore, eat his words. Javier holds it delighted with a triumphant smile curving his lips, provoking you a strong desire of changing your mind or erasing it from his mouth with a good punch.

As a song ends and another a little more sensual starts, you face him in the middle of the dance floor. Without any shame, he grabs your other and pulls you straight to his body. A defiant look coming from you causes him to raise both eyebrows, feeling his fingers touring your sides to lead on your hips. You swing them slowly at the rhythm of the latin melody throughout the speakers. Your feet moving in sync make it so much easier, seeming greatly surprised that you know what you are doing.

It's not cumbia, bachata, rumba o jive —it's a mix of all of them. Passion and sensuality wrapping you as the song continues and becomes a little more intense, more lustful. Your bodies are too close. Practically, there's no distance between the two of you when he urges you to turn around, sticking his chest to your back as his arms surround your neck and your waist. You can feel his breathing against the skin of your neck, dizzying you and drying your throat. You haven't noticed how pleasantly Javier smells, and that's a problem for you. You've fallen into his trap and it seems it's too late to escape.

Lacing his fingers with yours, he makes you spin twice before pulling you closer again, face to face. A hand on your lower —lower, lower— back and the other on your left cheek. A leg between yours, encouraging you to dance your hips against his, slightly raising the gems of your white dress. Your fingertips land on the back of his neck and his scalp respectively, closing your eyes as he sinks his nose in the sweet spot under your ear.

The heat is evolving your whole anatomy, but it disappears when the song ends.

Breathless and eager you put distance between your bodies, faking a proud smile after showing him that you can dance. But he has the same gesture on his face that you're fighting to hide. That silent gaze that strips you to bend you over the bar, ready to make love to you. There are big differences between one act and the other. When you want a night-stand, you don't repeat. You make it fast to satiate your animal instincts. You want pleasure and that's all. And this is not the case right now, right here. You want to stay tangled in the sheets —yours or his—. You want to kiss every single part of his body. You want to worship him. You desire him. Just like he feels about you.

“Having fun?”

Steve's voice brings you two back to reality, to the dance floor, forcing you to break eye-contact. But neither of you are prepared to answer. Were you? Connie puckers her lips. Her plan has worked. You don't know it, Javier either; but she knew you would fit like two pieces of a puzzle. You have more similarities than you think, common things, strong-willed that can complement each other to perfection.

Because of the lack of response, Steve nods with his head deciding is time to leave for them and give you some intimacy. And you don't want to recognize it, but you're really grateful for them disappearing for a damn time.

You have spent all the night awake, losing the track of time after giving you more pleasure than your body can handle. Covered in sweat and suffocating heat, you're lying naked by the other's side, trying to recover your breaths as the sun starts to wake up and shine on the horizon of Colombia.

“Pareces muy concentrada”. He whispers caressing your hair with so much tenderness that spreads some shivers down your backbone.

(You look pretty concentrated).

“Te estoy contando los lunares”. You mumble using your fingertips to roam his neck.

(I'm counting your moles).

“Avísame cuando acabes”.

(Lemme know when you're done).

“¿Para qué o qué, ah?” You can't help but chuckle, lying down on your flexed arms and your head tilted towards him.

(For what?)

“Para buscar un lápiz y pintarme algunos más, así te entretienes otros cinco minutos y no te vas”.

(To find a pencil and draw some of them, so you're entertained for another five minutes, and you stay here).

He's a Casanova, that's for sure, making you laugh while shaking your head.

“Este es mi favorito”. You confess, touching the small one under his jawline.

(This is my favorite).

Leaning down, you kiss it. You trap him between your lips, pressing it with the tip of your tongue. Javier can't hold his reaction growling pleased as his arms embrace you again more closer, tangling his legs with yours. Seems like he's ready for another round of idolizing your body and making you a little more addicted to him.

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[nitannichionne]

If He Was YOUR Fan Chapter 25: Fall (A Henry Cavill Fan Fic)

“You know, you’re better than I thought!” Henry laughs, blocking a saber strike. His surprise last week was perfect. He bought you dueling lightsabers. You begin to wonder what else he picked up in your posts. You had always wanted a custom one and he got it for you, complete with robe. You spent the afternoon playing around last weekend and this weekend, though you are far more serious than he is, but that is the fun in it for you.

“I’m surprised I’m doing this well!” You pant. With Henry’s reach, it was hard to get into his defenses. “Lightsaber dueling—” you twirl and block. “Was what I could afford!”

He gives a wink and begins an almost exhausting exchange with you. You try to pay attention. Now you wish you took yours home to practice during the week, but you decided not to. You have to concentrate, but when he winks and blows kisses while dueling, it’s infuriating!

“You—” he blocks you, his strength holding your saber down. “you want to learn more?” He licks his lips suggestively. “You seem a little distracted.”

“Of course!” you look at him, struggling to get the saber up. “That and more!”

“Like what?”

“Archery, staff fighting-this? Who doesn’t?”

“So why didn’t you?”

“Money accesses education and opportunity,” you tell him as go through a fast and furious exchange. You go back to old training, watching his foot work and his shoulder movement, but not watching his eyes as much. You push his sword and as you figured he would block and push back but you allow his sword gain momentum and follow through his arc, giving you time to move. As he does you turn and he blocks you up high, but just barely.

“Whoa, okay, you’re fast.”

“I need to be,” you huff. “You’re bigger and have stronger strokes.”

He smiles deviously, his look telling you he took that completely different, and you have to tamp down your feelings of attraction to finish this duel.

You shake your head at him. “Bring it, Jersey boy.”

He takes off his robe and you suppress a small gasp at the spark in his eyes. “Oh, I’ll bring it.” He goes on the attack. “Don’t bring it here,” he says, coming at you viciously, even blocking you as he did a turn. “Bring it to bed.”

“You bring it!” You say, seeing your chance. You duel furiously and just as he is about to deal a death blow, you duck and trip him as he goes backward. He lands with a thud, and you smile, both catching your breaths.

“That was dirty.”

“That’s fighting,” you pant. “AH!”

He pulls you down hard on him, and much to your shock, he begins to tickle you.

“Stop!” you shriek in laughter. “Aaaaah!”

He laughs so hard, his face reddens with shortness of breath as he keeps a hold on you with those strong arms of his despite your best efforts. “God you are a squirrely thing!”  

“Come on!” you can barely breathe.

“Gimme a kiss.,” he breathes. “Come on.” He slows his tickling. “No? Okay, alright—”

You plant your lips on his and he laughs softy as you began giving him little butterfly kisses all over his face. You lip lock him again, but this time you bite his lower lip.

“Mmmh,” he moans soflty, turning you on your back. He aligns his hips with yours, and you lean up to lick his cheek.

He raises his eyebrow. “Did you just….Lion King me?”

“Do you feel like a king, Henry?”

“King Henry,” he says thoughtfully, a sparkle of humor in his eyes. “that does sound about right.” He kisses you deeply, and your tongues mate teasingly.

Suddenly your watch goes off. “Oh, come on, we gotta get moving!”

“What?” he asks. “What is it this weekend?” he asks.

“Just come on we’re making pizza!”

“What?”

You both go inside, and wash your hands. “We are making stuffed pizza! I found a really good recipe online. You make the crust, I’ll deal with the ingredients, okay?”

He smiles. “The ultimate cheat.” He looks at you. “Does that mean you brought—” he looks in the freezer. “oh, dear God, ice cream!”

You laugh at his boyish smile as he pulls out the carton. You smack his hand. “Back, Henry!”

“Aw, come on, a spoonful?”

“That stuff is dangerous,” you shake your head. “You’ll be having dessert before dinner If you’re not careful.”

“Aww…” he puts his arms around your waist. “one?”

“No, Henry.”

“How about you give me a bite? You give me the spoonful.”

You get a spoon and go to the freezer. You take a heaping spoon of ice cream and he grabs your wrist. His tongue lashes out and almost cleans it off “Henry!” He does it again slowly, this time winking as he does it. “You are so wicked.”

“Hey, deviously creative,” he corrects softly, taking the spoon from your hand. “Oh, no.”

“What?”

“There’s ice cream on your arm.”

“No, there isn’t—” your breath hitches as he smears some on your inner wrist. You both know that is an erogenous zone for you. “Henry, you are so not being fair, here.”

He licks your wrist, not losing eye contact with you, then winks as he bites gently and sucks the same skin. You lean into him, swaying as the feeling snakes up your arm and down to the pit of your stomach. “I think I just started preparing dessert, love.”

You swallow hard, but then nuzzle his neck. “Pizza first, baby.”

He kisses your nose. “Crust, coming up.”

A little over an hour later, the pizza is done.

“Now, really, what’s going on?” Henry asks.

“Well, in the US, it’s Sweetest Day,” you say softly. “I just wanted to show you a little appreciation that’s all.”

He takes your hand and says, “Uh, sweetheart, you are always thoughtful.”

“Thank you, I try.” You look at him longingly. Day by day, take it day by day, you tell yourself. You are falling for him, and you know it. Just remember: Whatever you do to get him, is what you do to keep him… “I like cooking with you.”

He smiles and laughs, “I had fun too.” He clears his throat. “I got you something.”

“What?”

“It’s silly,” he shrugs shyly.

“What?”

“It’s…small.” He says softly.

“It’s a sweetheart ring?” you say softly.

“You like it?” he asks.

“Of course,” you smile. “Thank you.” You lean over and kiss him.

After eating by candlelight outside in the backyard, you take the pizza, candles and ice cream and head inside.

“You are spoiling me,” he says softly as you give him a back rub sometime later by the fire.

“Okay,” You giggle, but you keep on going. You want to. “Any parts I should pay special attention to?” As soon as you say it, you laugh, and he with you. You do long smooth strokes over his body, and remove his boxer briefs in the process.

“Mmmh, you have something in mind, don’t you?” he asks.

“Not really,” you sigh. You are enjoying his sighs and soft moans, the sight and strength of his muscled back, the scent of him…something you can pick up on clothes he wore, the hoodies you took home during the week and only wore there because if you admit it to yourself, you’d rather sleep by his side every night.

“It’s Sweetest Day someplace, darling,” he moans softly as you work a kink out of his lower back. “I’d like to know.”

You sigh. He wants to make the day special for you? It is special enough already. He is attentive, protective, loyal, sweet, passionate and so damn hot in addition to treating you like you are, too. And this ring-it means something. Men who lack depth of feeling or confidence get earrings or bracelets. He said sweetheart, and honestly it’s enough. “I like my sweetheart ring.”

“Nothing, then?” he laughs. “you come up with massages, dinner menus, and God knows what else for me.”

“I don’t know,” you chuckle softly. “Lightsaber dueling was a big high for me.”

“Ah, I know!” he smiled broadly. “Your eyes lit up like Christmas, even when I bested you, you just waited for more pointers and kept going.”

“I don’t know a lot of people who can duel, Henry,” you say softly. The fact that he was alright with it meant the world, another way you can be a geek, be yourself. “Bit of an honor to—"

“I know.”

“What?”

“Lie down.”

You blink at him, smiling, “Why?”

“Please?”

You lie down.

“Close your eyes.”

You do it, but now you’re really wondering what is next.

“I’m going to use your MP3, if you don’t mind.”

You shrug, and smile, having a really hard time keeping your eyes closed, even as he undresses you. He puts on your MP3 player on his speakers.

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Song played is “Seduces Me” by Celine Dion

And then…you feel his hands. HIs fingers start at the forehead, gently pressing and stroking your face. You feel his hands massage your temples, slowly tenderly. His fingertips stroke your face like a sculptor refining details of a creation. You breathe deeply. When was the last time someone did this for you? You couldn’t remember. He finishes your countenance with a kiss on your forehead, on your eyes, your nose and finally your mouth, making a lump form in your throat.

His hands sweep down to your neck and shoulders, which is a problem area you both share. Again, his artistic hands are gently feeling and then relaxing your muscles. His attention to detail was something you had seen directed on his performances, his figure painting, but not like this. His hands are strong but do not hurt as he glides over you, and you swallow hard.

He pulls you up and guides you onto his lap, your legs straddling his him. He strokes your back, his hands once again gliding over your muscles as he plants kisses on your neck and shoulder, causing you put your chin on his shoulder and draw a shaky breath, overcome with emotion.

“Sweetheart?”

“I-I’m okay.”

He pulls you back so he can see, and you are embarrassed that you are getting teary-eyed. He gives a small but tender smile as he touches your face, and draws you to him for a kiss. It is one of tenderness, maybe even love. His hands stroke your back and knead your hips. He pulls your body against his and licks your neck as his fingers cascade behind and under you, finding your slit and stroking you.

“Aaah!” you breathe, your head falling back as he works you. You dig your fingers into his shoulders. He drags his lips over your neck teasing you with his tongue. You are wet in seconds but he keeps going until your body clasps his and surrenders. He raises your hips and pulls you down on his erection, looking at you with hooded eyes as he takes full control, raising you up and pulling you down on him. His arms close around you and you begin to move with him, finding places to kiss him as your hand strokes his scalp, his lips doing the same but at times simply joining with yours. I love you, you want to say, but it comes out in the stray tears that fall, the ones he discovers and kisses away as you move together. He whispers how good you feel, he moans softly when he holds you tight because you are pulsing around him, tempting him to lose control. You are pliable in his hands, you pant softly until you cry out his name breathlessly as he strokes your softness with his hardness.

When you reach your finale, you clasp each other tightly crying out together, panting in unison, cheek to cheek, melding anywhere your bodies touch, as if you seek warmth from the cold in each other despite the fire burning not far from you. But this is different, you both know it, feel it.

Even as you both laze in front of the fire and watch Netflix under a light blanket, the warmth is a humming between you. There is a knowing in his eyes that you feel are in yours. He spoons you, wrapping his limbs around you, even his leg draping over your body and making your laugh. You align your arms within his embrace as if need of protection, of possession, finding peace in his closeness. It doesn’t have to be said, though it should, but you know it:

You’re falling for each other. You could possibly be falling in love.

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The Great Build Up

Summary: Bucky just wants to tell YN that he loves her but this week has another thing in mind for them both

Warnings: fluff, sick puppies, fluff, naughty NSFW (face-fucking, interrupted sex), and then fluff and then firefighter angst (detailed description of injuries) and then more fluff

Songs: 400 Lux- Lorde / All I Want- Kodaline / people- the 1975 / ashes- Celine dion / Listen Before I Go- Billie Eillish / Saturn- Sleeping at Last / Breathe (2AM) - Anna Nalick

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MONDAY

She had brought him lunch— his favourite meal from his favourite diner up the street just because she wanted to say him. She showed up to the department with her hair loose and long and white summer dress floating around her knees. She had finally started dressing for the weather once she noticed how much he loved seeing her do so. His hands never wandered far from her, playing with the hem of her dress during dates or sticking his hand in her back pocket as they walked down the sweltering streets fo New York.

But, she was here in front of him, greasy paper bag in her fist and smile stretched across her face.

“Hey, beautiful.” He mumbled, hands cradling her face as he kissed her gently. “Let’s eat in the truck— you know how nosy some people can get around here.” He smirked as Sam cried out an offended protest from the workbench.

She nodded sheepishly and grabbed his hand, letting him pull her to the truck and helping her climb in. She sat in the passenger seat, and they chatted and giggled and laughed together as they ate. She reached forward and wiped some sauce from the corner of his mouth almost absently with her thumb and sucked it into her mouth as she paused her story.

His heart rate picked up as she continued to talk as if she hadn’t just wholly seduced him. He dropped the bag onto the floor of the truck and reached towards her, cutting her off with a solid kiss and making her squeak.

She returned the kiss in earnest, never one to say no to her hot piece of firefighter ass, and wrapped her hand around the back of his neck, pulling him closer and sighing blissfully as his tongue darted out to taste her lips.

“C’mere, Doll. Too far away.” He grumbled, and she let him guide her to sit straddling his lap. Her hands found his hair and thread themselves in his locks as their lips met once more, hungry and gentle and everything you could read about in a good romantic story.

He pulled away from her and before she could complain much, his lips met her jaw. She leaned her head back and let his mouth leave hot, wet marks over her skin.

“Thank you for the visit, doll face. This is just what I needed.” He whispered against her skin and she wriggled in his lap in an attempt to just get closer.

“It’s my pleasure, Buck.” She said, just as quiet and he looked up at her, hands hot and heavy and rough on her thighs as his fingers traced gentle circles on her skin. She was looking down at him, hair messy and skin glowing and thick feelings of something resembling warm honey filled his lungs and throat.

“I lov—“ Before he could /finally/ tell her what he had been putting off for so long, she had leaned back in surprise and put enough pressure on the horn, and pulling a loud laugh from her chest at the loud sound.

Sam had run to the door, climbed up on the step and poked his head in, amusement and faux disgust on his face.

“Are y’all really serious right now? In my firetruck?” He shrieked and YN pulled her skirt over her thighs, blushing madly.

“Get out of here, Wilson. And it’s not your truck— at best, it's the cities truck.” Bucky defended, resting his hand on YN’s hips and pulling her closer just to spite his best friend. There was a bubble of annoyance in Bucky’s throat and he wanted nothing but to actually hit the smile on Sam's face right off. He was so damn close.

“At least wipe down the seat when you’re finished, okay. Ya nasty, and ya need Jesus.” He mumbled, winking at YN who was doing her best to hide behind her curtain of hair.

“Get outta here, Wilson. Don’t you have something else to do?” Bucky growled half-heartedly and Sam rolled his eyes.

“Actually no, but apparently you’re busy so I’ll just show myself out.” He teased and jumped off of the truck. YN, bright red, looked down at Bucky who had realized what he was just about to say before they had been interrupted. His skin heat up, and his gaze dropped to the sparking necklace on her chest— a gift he had given her for their three-month anniversary date.

“I should go.” She hummed, brushing his hair back from his face, and he pouted up at her. She chuckled and kissed his pouched lip and then his nose and his forehead. “I’ll probably be needed back at the clinic— we have a group of puppies that were found on the side of a highway and oh, Bucky! They’re so sick and small but they’re all so perfect.” She cooed, her eyes bright and shining.

“Well, as much as I would like to, I can’t stop you from being a hero.” He smirked and she rolled her eyes, kissing him again and climbing off his lap as gracefully as she could.

“Says the real hero here.” She praised and he shifted happily in his seat at her praise. “Will you be over tonight?” She asked hopefully and he gave her a soft smile.

“I have to be here tonight, but if you’ll have me, I’ll be over tomorrow night?” He asked, taking her hand in his own and bringing it to his lips, not breaking eye contact as he kissed each of her knuckles.

“I’ll have you every night if you keep that up, Barnes.” She chided, pulling her hand away and leaning in to kiss him sweetly.

“Go be a hero, YLN.” He mumbled against her lips and she smiled against him. Kissing him twice more before pulling away.

“Right back at ya, handsome.”

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TUESDAY

The next day, Bucky walked into the clinic which YN worked at and put to the front desk, where a young man sat, reading something from a thick textbook and looking back at the screen with his brows furrowed in confusion.

“Hey, Pete.” Bucky smiled and Peter Parker's head shot up from the screen, a wide smile appearing on his face almost immediately.

“Hey, Mr. Barnes! You here for YN?” He asked, picking up the phone and dialing your office number. Bucky nodded and smiled a close-lipped smile. He tucked his hair behind his ear and waited for Peter to put the phone back down.

“I think she’s probably in with the puppies. Wanna go see ‘em?” He asked and stood. Bucky nodded and grinned, heart leaping at the idea of seeing a herd of puppies all over his best girl.

“Also,” Bucky started, as he followed Peter into the back. “You don’t need to call me Mr. Barnes. Bucky’s fine.” He held out his hands for the sanitizer Peter offered him. Peter smiled sheepishly.

“Alright, then. Just in here… Bucky?” Peter opened the door and poked his head in and Bucky smiled at him fondly. He had always been nervous around Bucky, and Bucky thought he had been afraid of him until YN told him one night that it was because he borderline-idolized Bucky. He had been greatly fond of the kid ever since.

“Hey, YN? You’ve got a visitor.” Peter said quietly, and Bucky noticed the lights in the room were dimmed to a warm orange. There was a soft voice from the other side, an Peter stepped back, pushing the door open and motioning for Bucky to walk in.

YN was sitting on the ground in her printed scrubs with a pile of very small, very skinny bloodhound puppies in her lap and on her legs. She looked tired, worn, but the fondness fo her face as he looked down at the litter make Bucky’s knees go weak. How had she managed to have him wrapped so damn tightly around her finger without him snapping in two, he would never know.

She looked up at him and he watched as a range of emotions crossed her face. First, excitement at seeing him, then, realization and guilt flooding her face before her expression finally settled on great sadness.

“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t waiting for you, Bucky.” She whispered, petting the top of one of the puppies heads gently. “I just— I can’t leave these guys.”

Bucky’s heart broke as he heard her voice crack. He nodded, and walked over to her, sliding down the wall next to her and pulling two puppies over to sit on his lap. They were light, and frail and seemed as if they couldn’t be bothered to hold their heads up themselves, their ears drooping sadly by the sides of their heads.

“I don’t know if they’ll last the night— we’ve run all of the tests we could on them and we can’t—“ She sniffed, pulling the three puppies on her thighs closer to her. They huddled into her stomach and shivered. “We can’t find anything wrong with them. I don’t know what to do.” She whimpered and hid her face in his shoulder. She let herself cry for a minute before sniffing and sitting upright.

“Well, I’ll order some food, and we can camp out here for the night.” He suggested, and she looked at him with shining eyes.

“You’d do that for me? Don’t you work in the morning?” YN looked up at him and he kissed her forehead gently, lingering for a few seconds longer and resting his forehead against her own.

“I think you should know by now that I’d do anything for you, Sugar.” He mumbled and she jut her chin forward to kiss him gently.

“Buck, I love—“ Just as she was about to say the words he’d want to hear since he laid eyes on her, one of the pups in her arms squeaked quietly, and her head whipped down to her. YN watched as the pup snorted and weakly lifted her head, looking up at YN and Bucky and squeaking once more before licking YN’s scrubs and settling back down.

YN began to shake, holding all of her puppies closer and burying her face in their mangy fur and letting out another dry sob.

“Good girl, baby.” She cooed, and the puppy’s tail wagged weakly at the praise she was given. She looked up to Bucky and he offered her the softest smile.

“Maybe they’re going to be just fine. They just needed to be shown some love, huh?” He mumbled, and she gave him a watery smile.

“Yeah, maybe.” She whispered, huffing a laugh through her nose when the same puppy who kissed YN wormed her way under her scrub top. YN lifted her shirt and let the puppy crawl under, leaning on Bucky and letting her eyes flutter shut.

“I’ll order food in half an hour. Close your eyes, Doll. We have the whole night.” He mumbled, leaning his head on hers and scratching the puppies who seemed to be keen on wiggling their way closer to him. Bucky, fully content in his situation of soft lighting and warm puppies and sleepy girlfriends stayed awake, lingering on the words that she had almost said and feeling his heart fill so full of adoration for her that it should have exploded.

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WEDNESDAY

Bucky had stayed until four with YN at the clinic, waking up to three of the five puppies wiggling their way across the floor to the bowls of water and food she had laid out in hopes of them finding their way to health. YN, tired and worn and full of relief at the three pups having the strength to find their way in the world had cried on his shoulder. He had stroked her hair and shushed her gently as they curled themselves around the remaining puppies in their arms.

The boy in Bucky’s arms had turned over in his sleep and was now laying belly up and snoring softly while the girl in YN’s shirt had decided to remain there for the night. YN had scratched her bum softly and giggled when the puppy wagged her tail lazily.

Tony Stark, the head veterinarian had shown up at four in the morning to the sight of his favourite assistant crying on her boyfriend and had immediately ordered Bucky to take her home. He did so, struggling slightly when YN seemed to be less than eager to leave her girl, but did so when Tony promised that Cassandra Lang would be coming in at six to supervise them.

“Okay. Cassie will make sure they’re okay.” She murmured, rubbing her eyes and leaning into Bucky as he lead her to his work truck. He helped her into the passenger seat and buckled her up before kissing her nose and shutting the door. By the time that he had walked around to the other side of the truck, YN had fallen asleep.

The drive to her apartment was quiet and lit by the rising pink of the sun. He helped her out of the car and pulled her to the elevator and down the hall, unlocking the door with his spare key and pushing her immediately to the shower.

He pulled her scrub op fro her torso, kissing her shoulders and collar bones as he rolled her sports bra off of her. His kisses trailed down her torso, and over her stomach and hips as he pulled her pants and underwear off of her and throwing them into the clothes hamper.

He undressed as well, helping her over the edge of the tub once the water was hot enough for her and scrubbing her down as she leaned into him, planting lazy kisses over his collar bones as his fingers massaged the soap into her hair.

Finally, he squirt some of her face wash on his fingertips and watched fondly as she giggled as his fingers trailed over her face. She turned and rinsed her face and he kissed her three times quickly before pinching her butt cheekily.

“Go get dressed for bed. Tony’s given you the day off. You’re using today to sleep.” He demanded and she gave him a lazy salute before stumbling out of the shower and wrapping a towel around her body. He made sure she had left before he started washing with her soaps, relishing in the idea he’d be able to smell like her for the rest of the day. He couldn’t care less about the ribbing he was sure he was going to get from Steve and Sam because he smelled like roses and his girl.

He turned off the water once he finished, stepping out and walking over to his drawer in her dresser, pulling out some jeans and a t-shirt and pulling his hair into a low bun. He looked up at YN who was buried under her blankets, watching him through half-lidded eyes.

“I won’t be here tonight, but as long as the world doesn’t set fire, you got me all day tomorrow, okay?” He mumbled, pushing her hair back from her face and kissing her softly. She hummed and nodded and buried herself in deeper to her covers.

He watched as her eyes closed, and he kissed the crown of her head one last time before pulling back.

“I love y— and you’re asleep, aren’t you?” He asked, and he repressed a laugh as a snore sounded from her. He only shook his head and pulled another blanket over her.

“Good thing you’re cute, YLN. Good thing.”

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THURSDAY EVENING

“YN? Babe?” Bucky walked into her house the next evening and inhaled deeply as her entire house smelled of spices and vanilla and warmth. He wandered to the kitchen, saw that the timer was on, and popping open the oven to see their favourite roast baking. He moaned as he closed it and stood up fully, noticing the timer was still an hour and a half from going off and smirking to himself.

“Princess?” He called out, his voice huskier and deeper than it was seconds ago. There was a sound fo shuffling from the bedroom and then,

“In the bedroom!” YN called out and he felt his cock twitch excitedly in his pants. He hurried as casually as he could to the room at the end of the hall and groaned loudly at the sight he was met with.

YN was waiting for him on her knees at the edge of the bed dressed his a matching lingerie set of his favourite colour. Her hair and makeup was done neatly and simply, but it looked as if she had mussed her hair in a way that cried ‘sex’.

“Whas’ this for, baby?” His voice was weak and sounded as if he was this close to dropping to his knees and crawling over to her. Maybe he was.

“You’ve been so good to me these past few days, and I wanted to show you how much I appreciate it.” She shifted on her heels and held her hand out for him to walk over to her. He did so, stumbling slightly as he came to stand up against her, a hand on her face and the other on the back of her neck. Her fingers wrapped in his belt loops and pulled him closer so that his jean-clad erection settled snugly between her tits.

“Yeah? What d’you got in mind, huh?” He groaned, flexing his hips and watching as her bra shifted against his movements. She leaned forward and his clothes stomach and he bit his lip as she looked up at him.

“How about I suck your cock until you’re ready to come and then you fuck me into the mattress.” She suggested and his hands that had woven into her hair tightened, pulling a moan from her throat.

“You are so good to me, baby girl, fuck me.” He murmured and she nuzzled her nose against the spot just above the waistband of his underwear that was peeking over his jeans and belt.

“That’s the plan,” YN smirked and began to undo his belt, pulling his jeans over his ass and pulling his hard cock out of his underwear. She didn’t even feel the need to pull his pants all the way off before capturing his head between his lips, tongue swirling around the head and soaking up his salty, musky pre-cum.

“Fuck, baby. Your mouth is fuckin’ magical.” He swore and she hummed appreciably as she pulled away and liked up the bottom of his member, tongue tracing the pulsing veins and nerves at the base of his head. Her hand snuck into his underwear and cupped his balls just the way he liked, and he leaned into her, cursing under his breath and tightening his fists. She moaned around him and he choked, hips rutting just the slightest and making her cough. When his eyes widened at the sound, he tried to pull away, but before he could, her hands were snaking around his waist and pulling him closer, deeper.

“Oh, fuck, baby. You want me to fuck your pretty little throat, huh?” He shifted his hips, and she laid down on her stomach, resting on her elbows and pulling away.

“Yes, please.” She answered her voice light and airy and eyes peering ups t him through her lashes.

“Tongue.” He demanded, and she stuck it out, smiling like a little minx when he tapped his cock on her tongue three times. He held her face as he put his dick in her mouth, pushing in until the head was constricted by her warm throat, making his thighs twitch. Fuck, how did he get do damn lucky?

He moved slowly, thrusting into her mouth and relishing in the utterly disgusting noises coming from her. She was so hot and wet, and it had been such a long day that feeling her around him was nothing short of heaven.

It wasn’t long until he could feel his balls begin to twitch and his hips jerked on every other thrust. He pulled out and grunted at the sight of her makeup smeared with tears and spit still connecting his cock to her lips.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum huh? Such a good girl for me, takin’ me all in your mouth. You’re so fucking good, baby.” He grunted, hand wrapping around her chin and pulling her up to her knees so he could take his sleeve and wipe her mouth before kissing it soundly. His rock hard length twitched painfully as he tasted himself on her tongue and teeth and lips.

“Lay back, pretty thing. ‘M gonna take real good care fo you, okay?” He mumbled, and she grinned, laying on her back and stretching up to touch her palms o her headboard, exposing herself for him. He crawled on the bed and situated himself between her thighs, grinding his length against her soaking core. His hand reached between them and he slipped his fingers under her waistband, moaning at the feeling of her soaking core.

“Who gets you this wet, huh?” He asked, thrusting two fingers into her and thumbing her clit just the way she liked. Her back arched off the bed and she gasped. When she didn’t reply, he ducked his head to her throat and bit down, making her choke in pleasure.

“Answer me, YN.” He licked at the bite mark on her back and she shuddered a gasp.

“You. It’s always you, Bucky.” She whimpered as he pulled his fingers from her and pressed his soaked digits to her lips which opened and sucked his fingers into his mouth, sucking on them and swirling her tongue around him like she had his dick only seven minutes before.

“Pretty girl.” He hummed, pulling her underwear to the side once she had let his hand go. He brushed the tip of his cock against her slit and pressed his mouth against hers as he slipped in. She moaned loudly into his mouth and he thrust once before pulling away and grunting.

“Jesus, fuck, YN. You were fuckin’ made for me, weren’t you.” He grunted, his hips snapping into hers and making her jolt.

“Yes, Bucky. Yes, please more.” She begged and he grinned, lifting his hand to pin her wrists to the bed above them.

“Anything for my girl.” He growled and used his free hand to pull her leg on his shoulder and rutting into her like a feral beast. It wasn’t long until the heat of the room and the pleasure from the other was making them squeal and grunt and moan their approaching release.

“Fuck, baby. ‘M close.” He slowed his thrusts, hoping to draw out his release as long as possible. She had broken free of his grip on her and was now gripping his biceps hard enough for her nails to draw blood.

“Come for me, James. Gimme it.” She gasped, and he stopped his thrusts, looking down with shining eyes and a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah?” He asked, and she shifted her hips impatiently.

“Please, Buck.” She almost cried and he kissed her soundly.

“I fucking love y—“ His declaration was cut off from his phone buzzing from his back pocket of the jeans he had pooled around his thighs. He furrowed his brows and reached for it, swearing that he had turned it on silent and YN watched his eyes widen to the size of dinner plates at the text he saw.

“Fuck.” He cursed, pulling out of her and slapping the bed. “FUCK.”

“James, what’s going on?” She asked, half miffed he had gotten up from the bed when they were both so close tot heir orgasms. He looked back at her wrecked state and his face crumpled.

“The Manhattan Mall is on fire, and every department is being called out. Baby, I’m so sorry but I—“

“Gotta go save the world.” She finished, sitting up and trying her best to ignore the tightness in her stomach and the sensitivity of her clit as she pulled a robe from her bedpost, wrapping it around herself and standing. She handed him his shirt and as he reached for it, she pulled it closer, pursing her lips and humming when he kissed her softly.

“I owe you.” He whispered, kissing her again and pulling her into a hug. She snorted and nuzzled her nose into his neck.

“Yeah, you do. Like four orgasms.” She mumbled.

“I’ll give you all the orgasms you want when I come home, okay? Promise.” He said, pulling away from her and pulling his shirt over his head. She pouted as she followed him to the door. He toed his boots on and cupped her face in his hands.

“Come home to me, you got it, Barnes?” She glared and he saluted at her, backing through the door with his leather jacket thrown over his arm.

“Always and forever, Ma’am.”

“You got that right.” She watched as he shut the door behind her and huffed, leaning against the wall and rubbing her eyes. 

“I can’t believe I just got cucked by the department.”

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FRIDAY MORNING, 3 AM

YN woke up to the sound of someone trying to break her door down. She had planted herself on the couch to watch the Deadpool series after taking care of herself with her always trusty rabbit vibrator. She had showered and then tied her hair into a ponytail and curled under three blankets with a glass of wine and the intention of a good my-boyfriend-is-a-hero-and-that's-why-i-cant-come-or-tell-him-i-love-him pity party.

She woke from her nap in front of the TV with a start at the sound, and stood, shuffling over to the door and opening it to find a sight that made her stomach drop to her feet.

Sam Wilson was leaning against her doorframe, sans smile or sparkle in his eye. His eyes were puffy and his face was scratched and his shoulders and neck were heavily bruised.

“What— Sam are you okay? Come in, good Lord!” She exclaimed panic evident on her face and her face fell when he wouldn’t budge despite her hand trying to pull him over the threshold.

“What?” She asked, and Sam looked at his feet, seemingly collecting himself. “Sam. Where’s James?”

He looked up at her, then. And he coughed to clear the lump in his throat.

“The fire was bad, YN. By the time we got there, half of the north food court was collapsed in on itself and five other departments were there.” He started and she raised a hand to her mouth.

“Where is my boyfriend, Sam Wilson.” She shook and he rubbed his eyes, stepping forward and holding YN’s arms.

“We got a report that there was someone trapped in there, and Bucky was the first in there. Steve went in after him and there was an accident. A gas line, we think.” He said, and YN’s knees went weak.  

“Where. Is. Bucky.” She growled.

“He and Steve are in the hospital, along with Carol, Maria, Thor, and Hope. They just got out of surgery—“

“Surgery?!” YN cried, backing up and stumbling over some shoes in the foyer of her apartment. Sam surged forward and caught her, pulling her to his chest as she shook against him.

“He’s alive, YN. That’s— that’s what you have to keep in mind, okay?” He asked, and she looked up, shaking but nodding her head.

“He’s alive.”

“He’s alive.”

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FRIDAY MORNING, 4 AM

They entered the hospital together, YN tucked under Sam’s arm and looking around the waiting room numbly. The waiting room seemed full of anxious families— smoke covered men sitting with them and reassuring them as best as they could while they waited for news on their loved ones. The waiting room seemed to be filled with at least 50 people, and YN prayed to whichever God was listening that her best guy was safe and breathing on his own.

A man named Tony escorted them through the halls— she hadn’t even realized what was happening until Sam stepped in front of her. She looked up at him, gaze unfocussed and bleary.

“YN.” He whispered and YN looked at him, shaking her head a little to clear the fog.

“Mmm.” She could only grunt for fear of a scream tearing from her chest.

“Remember. Bucky’s alive, okay? He’s still your Bucky.” He reaffirmed and she nodded, looking up at the number of the room. 789. She hated the number 789.

“He’s alive.” She spoke, voice surprisingly firm. He looked at her expression for a few seconds more and moved out of her way. She reached for the doorknob with a shaking hand, opening the door and walking in.

The sight that greeted her was less graphic than she pictures. There was an oxygen mask over his face, and his hair was fanned out over the pillow. His arm was bare but was full of needles and IV’s that were filling him with fluids and nutrients and medications. Her eyes softened at the sight of him, and she swore he could very well be sleeping.

The ease of her nerves didn’t last long, however, as she moved closer. She moved slowly, horror dawning over her face as she saw more of his body. The left side of his face was red and lightly burnt, his eyebrow and eyelashes singed slightly. The Left side of his hair was shortened, the ends charred an unhealthy black, and his ear was exposed, revealing pus-filled boils from the tip of his ear down to his neck. The extent of the burns were covered by several layers of gauze, but YN’s heart shriveled in her chest when she saw that his fingertips were purple and red with exposed flesh.

“He’ll be moved to the burn ward for the next few weeks after he wakes up.” Piped up a small, lightly accented voice from behind her. She turned to see a skinny red-headed young lady, looking at her sadly.

“How bad is it?” YN asked, not wanting to hear the answer, but needing to know.

“Our surgeons did their best getting the dead flesh from his body, and cleaning the wounds—“

“Cut the crap. This is the love of my life. Tell me how bad it is.” She growled, spinning away from her boyfriend and staring down the girl. Wanda, her name tag read out.

“I’m not supposed to—“ She began, shifting her feet nervously. The intern was saved swiftly by a gorgeous red-head doctor wearing dark blue scrubs and carrying a chart in her hands. She extended her arm and shook YN’s clammy hand.

“Natasha Romanoff. Head of Trauma.” She introduced, and YN nodded.

“Since she won’t, tell me how bad my boyfriend is.” She demanded and Natasha nodded.

"Our surgeons did their best getting—“

“—the dead flesh from his body, and cleaning the wounds. I heard that shit. Tell me.” She snarled, stepping forward with tears in her eyes. Natasha nodded, dropping the chart from her chest to her stomach and staring YN right in her eyes.

“There is still a huge risk of James losing his arm. Most fo the muscle and nerves have been burned and killed, so it would be a miracle if he even gained the full function of it. I’m sorry.” She said, and YN nodded numbly. She turned back to Bucky before coughing and walking from the room. Natasha and Wanda followed her, expecting her to fully leave the hospital, but stopping when YN hunched over a garbage can and heaved her dinner and wine and soul into the trash.

Sam, waiting outside the room rushed forward, pulling her hair from her face and rubbing her back, mumbling apologies to YN.

“I’m sorry, YN. I’m so sorry it should have been me—“ He started and she rose from her garbage can, pointing one shaking finger at him.

“Don’t you fucking dare, Sam Wilson. I’d be in this same state if it were you too—“ She punched his chest and glared. Her tears were streaming down her face, and she wiped her mouth with her sleeve.

“But he’s—“

“Stop talking, Sam Wilson.”

“Okay.” He said. “Okay.” And he wrapped her in his arms and held her as she sobbed into his hoodie. Great heaving sobs that shattered his god damned heart.

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FRIDAY MORNING, 11 AM

YN had stayed the whole night, holding Bucky’s right hand and whispering prayers Ito his fists, ricking back and forth. She had stayed the whole night as several of his crew drifted in and out, giving her their condolences and rubbing her back and talking to her as if she would respond. Her mind screamed at her yet it seemed so far away and quiet and hushed. Her thoughts were a constant stream of,

BuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyArmBuckyArmBuckyAliveBuckyBUCKYBUCKYAlive

She had drifted off at some point around nine, and when her eyes flitted open, she was greeted with her favourite baby blues staring right back at her.

“Buck?” She slurred, lifting her head and looking at him. He smiled weakly behind the oxygen mask and he took a deep breath of the pure oxygen before pulling the mask back and opening his mouth to speak.

Instead of letting him speak, she pushed the mask back.

“Breathe, Bucky. You need clean air, and I need to talk.” She said, trying to keep her voice soft for him. He sat back and nodded, chapped lips disappearing behind the mask again.

“I love you, Bucky Barnes. I love you so much and I need to have you in my life until the day we die. I love you and I want to have your children and marry you and meet your parents and move in with you. Maybe not in that order, but—“ He huffed out an airy laugh, and coughed, hacking up tar and smoke and phlegm which was all gathered in his lungs. She pulled the mask away from his face and wiped his mouth and the mask before placing it back on his face.

“I love you, James. I love you so much, and I thought my world was going to stop when I opened the door to find Sam standing there. I love you. I love you. I love you.” She finished, and she hadn’t even noticed how fast his heart rate had increased until she finished, and her eyes widened. She stood up, pressing the red button by his head and turning to leave and find a nurse. Instead of being able to leave, Bucky’s right hand darted out to grab her hand.

She turned to see his eyes watering, and a smile under the mask. He pulled her back shakily and pulled her down to his face. He lifted the mask from his face and them pulled her lips down to his. He tasted of smoke and morning breath and medicine but damn, if it wasn’t the best kiss she had ever had in her life.

“I love you,” He gasped, lungs heaving for air. He pulled the oxygen mask to his face again and breathed a few deep breaths before pulling the mask away.

“I love you, YN YLN, and I’m not leaving this Earth until I give you everything you’ve ever wanted. You can’t get rid of me that easy, okay?” He smirked, and his chapped lips cracked at the motion, making red blood rise to the skin. She kissed him once more, tasting the copper on her lips before digging in her purse Sam had brought for the small tub of vaseline she carried around. She dipped her finger into the tub and moved his mask, swiping the vaseline over his lips and smiling softly.

“I guess we’re stuck with each other then, huh?” She whispered as a nurse entered the room.

Bucky smiled back, gripping her hand tightly and squeezing once.

“Guess so.”

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In Golden Light

A/N: There’s no lore here. There’s no plot here. There’s not even song lyrics. I literally dreamed this entire fic and then decided to write it down because I was SAD I didn’t get to finish telling Dream!Damien his bedtime story. Also because we’re living in a goddamn plague, I’ve written at least 50k of tragedy and trauma navel-gazing, I have earned this self-indulgent fluff. Thank you.

Warnings: slight unreality [it’s established that this is a dream sequence], alcohol

Ships: MayorAttorney, Celine/Mark

It is Christmas Eve, 1929.

This is a life that could have been. This is a world that will never be. This is a dream, a beautiful lie, but for a moment, it is joy incarnate.

This is a life where there is no dark thing stalking the halls of the Barnum manor, no shadows waiting to collect on ambiguous debts, no gaps between worlds for children to fall through. There is no thousand-eyed abyss that twists Mark into a mockery of its own monstrousness. There is no memory-eating void that takes and takes from William until he forgets how to be. There are no hissing whispers that dig into Tess’s skin until she becomes a caricature of herself.

It is a year after a poker party that never came to pass, because this is a life without the ugliness of scandal, without Celine’s unhappiness, without heartbreak and pain.

Celine is seated in one of the overstuffed armchairs they’ve dragged into the parlor, her shoes discarded with her stockings and her legs pulled up beneath her. There is a glass of red wine on the table beside her. It is not her first, and she can feel the rush of it starting to crawl through her limbs and make her sleepy. She imagines, half-drunk, that Mark will either have to leave her to sleep in the chair or carry her up to their room. She thinks she’ll insist that he do so. If he can’t, it will at least be funny to watch, and she has earned a good laugh at her husband’s expense.

It is only the five of them (Celine, Mark, Damien, William, and Tess) left in the manor now; even Benjamin, the chef, and George have been sent home for the holidays (Tess insists upon it; she remembers too many Christmases spent without her mother). But the walls are still covered in streamers and decorations, and there are still fallen balloons scattered across the floor.

The day before, they’d hosted the Barnums’ annual Christmas charity ball. With William’s parents visiting relatives, it had been the first year Celine had organized the damn thing as the “lady of the house”. It had gone off wonderfully, she’d been praised to the high heavens for it by the same housewives who gossiped about her behind their fans, and she’d at least cemented Mark’s status in society for another year.

In reality, of course, Tess had dragged her through it with white-knuckles, while Damien brought them both whatever confections they requested while they poured over guest lists. There was something to be said, Celine thought, about having the mayor for a brother and the district attorney for a sister-in-law. Although she didn’t know how the two of them had managed to dodge their hosting duties for another year.

It doesn’t matter; the past is past, and now Celine can get horribly drunk on expensive wine, and go back to terrorizing society ladies by offering to read their cards.

Mark stands at the bar, sipping on the same flute of champagne he’s had in his hand for the last hour. Everyone else is polite enough to pretend like they don’t notice. It isn’t that his sobriety would be an issue--Tess is terrorizing William behind the bar, challenging him to make more and more complicated virgin versions of drinks. It’s more that, even among the people who love him best, he does not like the concept of being out of control.

He loves the spotlight. It keeps him in money, and it makes him happy. But he thinks that this is all he really needs, at the end of the day: his wife, eyes droopy with sleep and a soft smile on her face, curled up in her favorite chair. Tess and William, ribbing each other, the way they always did as children, occasionally calling his name to mediate whatever nonsense argument they’ve gotten themselves into.

When he looks over this time, William has left a dollop of whipped topping on Tess’s nose, and though she’s called for a referee, she’s valiantly attempting to lick it off while laughing. Mark shakes his head and looks away--he’s not getting involved with that one.

He’s in between films at the moment. Underneath the tree is a present with Celine’s name on it. She’ll open it in the morning, find two plane tickets inside: New Orleans. They’ve been before, but he knows she’d like to go again. They’ll leave the manor in William’s care (or, really, Benjamin’s) while they’re gone, and enjoy a well-earned vacation after all the anger Celine suppressed while playing hostess. He’s happiest when she is happiest.

William is tending bar all night--it’s his designated role when they have these little get-togethers. Usually, he foists the worst concoctions he can think of upon his friends, terrible things that he learned from friends in the army when they needed to get drunk and didn’t have much at hand. One year, the “winner” of his nightmare mixes was declared to be “only suitable as car fuel” by Damien, the schmuck unlucky enough to choose it from the tray of shot glasses.

He likes the bar for another reason: it puts his back to the wall. It’s not a thing he’s consciously aware of anymore, but he likes to be able to see the entirety of a room through his crooked glasses. Likes to know what’s behind him. Likes to ignore the tremor the war left in his hands. It’s been a decade; he’s talked about it, in pieces, with Tess, and it has helped. But there are still ghosts that linger, even in this world without shadows.

He knows the others are watching their drunken feet to keep from popping any of the half-deflated balloons on the floor so that they don’t startle them. He appreciates it in a way he’ll never speak out loud. Instead, he leans across the bar with a napkin to wipe the topping off of Tess’s nose, only to be swatted away while she insists she’ll do it herself.

He’s sampling his own creations tonight, since Tess is being stubbornly sober and instead insisting on virgin drinks. He misses, sometimes, the nights they’d get drunk together, when she was in university and trailing Damien to every party on campus. But she has become respectable. Gotten herself elected to office. Finally married Damien, after a lifetime of pining for one another. William’s father gave her away at the wedding, and William vehemently denies ever crying when he saw her in her wedding dress.

William is still between careers. He imagines he always will be. He’s got his family money to fall back on, to fund his travel. He’s at least stopped chasing thrills. When he travels, it’s because there’s a job at the other end of it for him; private security things, mostly, but he knows what he’s good at. It worries Tess. He promises her he’ll be safe. He’ll have to promise her that in the morning, but at least he will be able to do it with the letter he’s tucked into her gift beneath the tree: it is a scarf from Paris. He can imagine her tying it over her hair while she drives.

Tess is...Tess is. She started off drinking virgin daiquiris, and she’s not sure what she’s onto now, other than it involved William swearing quite colorfully. She is in a comfortable nightgown, which isn’t unusual at these family gatherings; she simply doesn’t see the point of dressing up for the people who know her best. She has to perform in court and in her offices every day of her life. She gets to be a carefree child again here at Christmas.

In the end, of course, she wipes the topping off of her nose and licks it from her thumb while William isn’t looking. She’s tried her best to lick it off of her nose, to no avail, and she’s certainly not going to call for Mark to come mediate again. A quick glance at him reveals that he is kneeling in front of Celine, talking to her gently with a doting smile on his face, and Tess quickly looks away. It makes her happy to see him happy--she can barely remember those days when she felt jealous of their joy.

She has everything she ever dreamed of, when she laid in bed and dreamed of a future she thought could not be. These moments are all that matter.

Yes, in the morning, she will have to rouse Damien from his hangover and drive the pair of them home after opening presents. In a few days, she will have to return to her office to deal with the post-holiday build-up. At some point, she and Damien will have to have a serious talk about their work; there is trouble coming to the city, and they can both see it. There are a million things to worry about. But for now--for now she can sit at the bar, drinking some combination of orange juice and limes that is certain to burn her stomach, and smile at her brothers.

“Hey,” Mark says from behind her, gently putting his hand on her shoulder. “It’s almost midnight. Do you want to go get him, or should I?”

She laughs. “I’ll do it. No promises, though.”

And she stands, stretches, and leaves to find her husband.

Damien has forgotten that he is not eighteen anymore, and that his tolerance for alcohol does in fact have a limit. He’s also forgotten, somehow, how dangerous it is to take a drink from William without questioning it. It’s a mistake he makes every year, to the point where Tess suspects it is not a mistake at all.

Either way, he had been the first to lose himself in the drink, and thus the first to be put to bed in a dark spare room on the first floor. She’d stumbled him in there herself, his arm slung across her shoulder and his legs barely working to help her, while Mark and William muffled their laughter behind their hands. Damien’s been sleeping (she hopes) for the better part of two hours.

But it is almost midnight, and there is a tradition: they watch the clock turn to midnight together, all of the Barnums in one room, and tell each other “Merry Christmas” as soon as the last chime has struck. In hindsight, she thinks it was a way to make the children feel special, to let them stay up past their bedtimes--though they very rarely made it without naps. It certainly kept them asleep well into the next morning, when they finally collapsed in their beds sometime around 12:30, and she imagines it afforded the Barnums and her own mother plenty of extra time to put their presents from Santa Claus into position.

They still stay up til midnight, though it seems less magical with adulthood. She doesn’t want Damien to miss it. He’ll whine if he does, apologize until she wants to pinch his cheek and stop him.

The bedroom is still dark. Damien is a nondescript lump on the bed. She considers, briefly, turning on the lights, and then decides against it.

She sits beside him and rests her arm on his side. His back is to her. He grumbles in a way she knows too well; asking for more time. No doubt he thinks she’s come to wake him up for a meeting.

Tess leans over to trace a line up his nose, between his brows, and draw a circle on his forehead with the pad of her finger. A morning ritual. She can’t remember when she started doing it, or why, only that it’s what she needs to do in this moment. It’s what she’s supposed to do.

“It’s time to wake up,” she whispers, trying to be mindful of the headache she’s sure he’s already feeling.

More grumbling, though his eyes at least crack open to look up at her. He sighs and turns his face towards the warmth of her hand, like he’s trying to burrow into her.

“Tell me a story,” he mumbles.

She laughs. “A story?”

“Mm-hm.”

She can hear Mark calling her name from down the hall. She might miss midnight with the others. She doesn’t want to yell down and tell him that she doubts she’ll be able to get Damien up in half an hour, let alone a quarter. But she can tell him a story.

“Okay. Once upon a time, there was a young girl with two older sisters--”

Damien takes her wrist, gently, trying to shake his head. “Nooooo. Not that one.”

He’s never objected to Beauty and the Beast before. Tess pauses for a moment, tries to think; there are only a few stories she knows by heart, but she can always try to invent one. They will certainly miss midnight. She thinks it’s okay. She thinks this is okay. She thinks--she feels like she should be crying, though she doesn’t know why.

She takes a deep breath, and she begins again.

[banditthewriter]

Nick Tortano’s Soulmate

I suck at posting right now, I’m sorry. Here’s another soulmate oneshot from my anniversary event!

Trope: Matching tattoo

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Enjoy!

*****

The image took a while to appear. Every day you would check to see if your tattoo had cleared up enough for you to recognize the image. Some days you wouldn’t notice a difference, others you’d see a new line or some more shading.

You could still very clearly remember the day you realized what the image was. You had been getting out of the shower when you saw the image in the mirror. It was on your ribs like everyone else’s, easily hidden. You wiped away the steam on the mirror and stared.

It was a gun. Without a doubt, your soulmate tattoo was a gun. You traced the lines and then quickly wrapped yourself in a towel.

Hopefully that wouldn’t mean anything. Hopefully… hopefully…

You never told your parents what it was.

Years later, you had gotten used to the looks you got when people saw the tattoo on your ribs. What did it mean that your soulmate tattoo was a gun? Most tattoos were somehow associated with the people that they drew together. 

As a teenager you had wondered if maybe your soulmate would be a police officer or maybe a soldier. As you got older, you realized that living in Boston meant there was a good chance your soulmate was a gangster. You wished that you had a choice, but you knew it would be inevitable.

If he was your soulmate, you would fall in love with him no matter what he did. He was the one person in the world that was made for you. It was inevitable.

The bar you worked at had a gun under the register and a shotgun under the counter. There were more gangsters in the bar than there were paying customers. You had been threatened, hit on, scared, and amused more times than you could count. 

It was inevitable that you’d end up there too. You weren’t involved with any of the mafiosos but you worked at the bar which made you familiar to most of them. And you’d had a gun on your ribs since you were twelve years old. It was inevitable.

That word haunted you most days.

“Five beers, five shots, whatever’s cheapest,” a larger man you’d seen in there once or twice before said as he put some money on the table. “Keep ‘em coming.”

You could see the shape of a gun in the back of his pants as he moved back to the table. The men he sat down with were all underlings, but you weren’t sure which boss they followed. It was hard to keep track. But he was a paying customer, so you didn’t mind. You got the beers and a round of shots on the tray. Then you made your way over to the table.

“Here ya go boys,” you said as you put the tray on the edge of the table to pass them out. 

They were all looking at you, but you paid them no mind. You were used to getting looks from guys like these. As you handed over one of the last shots, you met the eyes of the guy you were passing it to.

Damn. Of course the sexiest guy you’d ever seen was mixed up in this bullshit. You passed out the last shot and then picked the tray up again.

“Just let me know if you need anything else,” you said as you tried not to focus on the guy with the dark eyes who hadn’t looked away from you yet.

Made men in this town were a dime a dozen. These guys didn’t look like made men; maybe soldiers or associates. Either way, they were dangerous.

The gun on your ribs reminded you that danger was inevitable.

“You’re being stared at,” one of you coworkers told you as she cleaned a glass. “And by the way he’s looking at you, I’m pretty sure he’s picturing you naked.”

You laughed and shook your head, trying not to follow her gaze. You knew who it was and you didn’t want to see that look on his face.

But you couldn’t help yourself. You looked up and almost rocked backwards when you met his eyes across the room. Jesus it really did look like he was picturing you naked. Actually it looked like he was picturing taking off your clothes himself.

He smirked when he noticed you staring. You shook your head and looked away. Dammit.

The bar got busy after that. You spent a lot of time running around between tables and the bar, keeping busy. You dropped off another round of beers and shots at the table, ignoring the looks by the dark eyed man in the corner.

The night stretched on from there. Your coworkers all told you that you were being stared at but you didn’t look back up. You already knew where this was going but had decided to make him work for it. 

A shadow passed over the bar where you were counting bottles. You looked up to serve whoever it was and swallowed your tongue.

“You’ve been ignoring me.”

You smirked and leaned forward onto your forearms. 

“You catch on quick.”

He laughed and braced his palms on the bar so that he could tower over you a bit.

“I’m gonna take you home tonight.”

You looked him up and down as best you could with the bar in the way. Besides the fact that he most likely had a gun tucked in the back of his pants, you couldn’t find fault with anything you saw.

“I get off at two. Don’t be late.”

The guy smirked and leaned back, smacking his hand down on the bar.

“I’m Nicky.”

You raised an eyebrow and gave him your name, feeling your pulse start to skyrocket already.

Oh this was going to be a fun night.

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The moment you stepped out of the bar, you were pushed against the wall and a mouth was on yours. You tugged him close, kissing back with everything you had. You’d thought about this for too long tonight.

Your place was close so you pushed him away long enough to get him to follow you. Once there, you pulled him inside and threw down your purse. You needed to get your mouth back on his before you combusted. And once you did, you felt like you might burst anyways.

God he was good at that.

Your jacket was pushed off your shoulders. His followed. Then you went to work on his pants while both of you tried to take off your shoes.

“I don’t wanna stop touching you long enough to get undressed,” he admitted against your lips.

You felt the same, but you didn’t want to wait anymore. You pushed him back and pulled your shirt up and off of you. As you started on your bra, you noticed that he was giving you a strange look.

Not you. Your tattoo.

You raised your hand but didn’t touch the tattoo. Some guys didn’t do well when they saw your soulmate tattoo. They didn’t want to take the chance it meant your future soulmate would want to kill anyone who touched you.

“It’s not a big deal,” you said as you leaned back against the wall again, wanting to convince Nick not to leave for some reason. 

You didn’t want him to leave. In fact, the mere thought made your skin crawl.

He shook his head, the beginning of a smile on his lips. You were about to ask what was funny about this but he pulled off his shirt.

There was a lot to focus on so it took a moment. He had a good body and you couldn’t stop staring. Plus he had a few tattoos that you found yourself wanting to lick.

And then… then you saw his soulmate tattoo. It was an image you had seen a million times before in the mirror. You reached a hand out and ran your fingertips over the familiar handle.

“Huh,” you said as you looked up at him. “Didn’t see that coming.”

His answering grin made your heart stop.

------

With your head pillowed on Nick’s shoulder, you traced the familiar image of the gun on his ribs. He was half asleep but you were sure with you constantly touching him, he’d be awake soon. 

“You okay?”

You hummed in the back of your throat, not sure how to answer. Were you okay? In general, of course you were. You’d just found your soulmate.

But knowing that he was an associate of the mafia? And his earlier admission that he wanted to be a made man for the family he was a runner for?

“Stop thinking,” he said as he rolled over so that he was on top of you. “Nothing’s gonna happen to me. I’m not going to get hurt.”

You reached up to run your hand through his hair.

“I wish I could believe you, but I know it doesn’t always work that way. You can’t help what’ll happen.”

His gun was on the bedside table. He had been sitting at a table with four other men with guns just a few hours ago. He would probably be going around a bunch of people with guns later after the two of you were done becoming acquainted with one another.

“Listen, I wanted to become a made man because I wanted to make something of myself, wanted to have a future,” he said as his hands skimmed up your sides and cupped your jaw. “You think I care about that shit when I have you instead?”

You wanted to laugh.

“You just met me,” you said with a shake of your head.

“Yeah but I’ve been thinking about you since I was a kid. And if you want me out, I’ll get out. I don’t wanna lose this.”

There was nothing but honesty in his eyes. If you asked him right now to walk away from it all, you were sure that he would. If you told him it was the mafia or you, he’d pick you. Even only knowing you for a few hours.

“Don’t get out. Not yet,” you added since you never knew what the future would bring. “Let’s just take it day by day. Together.”

He leaned in to kiss you. Pressed together like this, you were sure that it didn’t matter what he decided to do. As long as the two of you stuck together, you knew it was going to be fine.

X

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Happy Birthday to Me Pt 9

I slapped my face a couple of times and shook it hard to clear myself up.  When we went back to join the others we found that they had already cut the cake and had started to eat it. A-Yuan was demanding everyone eat some.

“It’s so yummy!!” he said happily. And then he looked over and saw me coming back and scrambled over to me as fast as he could with a piece of cake. 

“Xian-Ge! You have to!” he said, offering a forkful of the cake to me. I crouched down and gobbled up the bite with a loud “OMN” sound, making him giggle.

As I knew it would be, the cake was the most delicious cake ever created.

“Lan Zhan, you have to taste this!” I said, offering him a bit off the same fork. I barely finished my sentence before he’d taken the bite, not even bothering to take the fork out of my hands.

And then as I was considering the fact that I’d accidentally created a cliche ‘indirect kiss’ situation, the asshole had to go and lick his lips in the sexiest display I have ever seen in my life. 

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck

I managed to smile at him as he nodded his approval at me. I REALLY hope he hasn’t noticed how much I was blushing that day. Ugh. I’m a mess. 

I took Lan Zhan’s hand after that and decided we should officially rejoin the party. Walking turned into challenge mode as it often did when A-Yuan was around, because he grabbed onto my jeans as I walked. 

I’ve had more than one close call with that kid in regards to almost kicking him in the damn face. Ugh.

I stood a bit behind Lan Zhan to hopefully hide how red and gross my eyes were from all that crying. Fortunately everyone was further distracted by SangSang asking for the first brave soul to go up to sing. 

Unwilling to stop touching Lan Zhan, I pulled on his shoulders a bit so I could rest my chin on them. I pressed my cheek against his neck and asked him what he was going to sing. 

He shrugged, which was weird with my head on his shoulders but I was not to be dislodged. This close I could feel the heat coming off his poor red ears. 

I decided NOT to remind him that this was HIS idea. XD

Surprisingly enough, it was DaGe who stomped up on stage first. Never would have pegged him as the musical type!

He further shocked and wowed the crowd by not only singing something from Frank Sinatra, or at least something that sounds like him ( I have no idea what singer sings what. Don’t AT me!) but singing it WELL! He’s got this really deep like slightly raspy kind of voice when he sings. It sounded so GOOD! Talk about a tough act to follow! Fuck I thought karaoke was supposed to be for people BAD at singing!

His song ended up competing against uproarious cheers and whoops, led by Lan Xichen and the kids who easily out-shouted us. (For such a quiet man, Lan Xichen has some PIPES when he wants to be loud!)

A-Ling and A-Yuan somehow ended up on the little podium with him so that they could cheer and dance around him. I can’t imagine they cared either way for the song, but they definitely enjoyed the excuse to scream. Clearly amused, DaGe knelt down to sing TO them, much to their delight. I couldn’t help but laugh as Wen Ning even joined in, pulling the kids a bit further away for safety and twirling in a circle with them in some fun made up dance. 

The song finally ended with a flourish and a bow and much more screaming. When he looked up he seemed to lock eyes with Lan Zhan who immediately looked ready to just book it. He looked even more prepared to bolt when SangSang joined his brother on the stage. 

And just like those creepy twins from The Shining, they asked Lan Zhan to sing with them. 

And not just sing

Oh no.

They asked him to sing Celine Dion with them. 

I may or may not have secretly taken a picture on my phone that I will cherish forever. Just sayin.

He didn’t move at all until Lan Xichen practically shoved him up there. He looked at me for help, but I wasn’t gonna pass up this once in a lifetime opportunity. No way in Hell! So I help his brother push.  Just to seal the deal I used his own words against me. The ones from when I was sick. 

“Do it for me!”

I know I’m an asshole but how could I not?

I didn’t know his spine COULD bend that much. He slumped forward onto the stage, looking utterly defeated. 

Honestly I felt so bad about it I was about to go up and pull him back, but I was too late. The song had started. 

Turns out it wasn’t a Celine Dion song. 

It was THE Celine Dion song. 

Titanic theme BBY!

DaGe draped his arm over Lan Zhan’s shoulders, probably to keep him from running, as Nie Huaisang started off the song with as much over the top passion and drama as is demanded by law for that song. He said something to him but I couldn’t hear it over SangSang’s lovely crooning. 

And then it was  Nie Duet. For once I actually could believe they were brothers! Their shit-eating grins were identical as they pingponged poor Lan Zhan between them with their nudging, trying to get him to sing too. 

Eventually he gave in and between the three of them they made the most amazing, wonderful show I’ve ever seen. Lan Zhan even got into it eventually as he and SangSang practically screamed gracelessly into the microphones.

Amazingly enough, it was DaGe who managed to hit all the high notes. Did he have fucking lessons or something? How??????

I don’t think I’ve ever come CLOSE to seeing Lan Zhan acting that… SILLY before! Oh. He ended up looking like he was having SO much fun. It was so wonderful. I wish he could have that much fun every day of his life!

He looked a bit meek again after the song ended so I hugged him tight after he got off stage. Meanwhile his older brother was pushing his way ON to the stage. Apparently it was his turn now. 

I was trying not to laugh again, afraid he’d think I was making fun of him like he clearly thought before. I didn’t do a great job of it because he told me to go ahead and laugh. “I know it’s lame.”

Oh that got me going, though not in the guffaws that threatened earlier. I chuckled at him for being adorable and told him it wasn’t lame at all. I told him I was just happy to see him acting so damn silly and that I’d love to see it again. 

He pulled back to look at me and I could only start laughing again. A real in the gut laugh. It was good. So good. It was like it cleared up the last of the sobbing I’d done earlier. I felt so much better. 

“That song though,” I said, not able to resist teasing him as I put my head on his shoulder again. “I was NOT expecting that one. Celine Dion? Really??”

And then he pinched my side. Probably trying to tickle me. It did a little but that’s a dangerous game to play when the tickler themselves is QUITE ticklish and the ticklee KNOWS it. 

I pinched him back in the exact same way he pinched me and he lept back so fast it was like a cat jumping out of a bath! And even better, he stumbled RIGHT into the peacock. (brief heart attack because the peacock had at some point stolen A-Lian from her mother, but my precious niece was perfectly fine. ) 

He gave Lan Zhan a LOOK like his patience was seriously being tested, but sighed in the end and offered him A-Lian in what looked very much like a peace offering than anything else. 

“At least you’ll be more careful with her, I hope,” he said in the most threatening tone I think I’ve ever heard from a bird. 

And then Lan Zhan proved he had no qualms with stooping to the lowest of lows by using my beloved niece as a SHIELD while calling for a truce! He held her up so she was standing on his lap and her face covered his and he wiggled her arms all adorable.

And A-Lian just gave me those doe eyes that she learned from her mother and collaborated with him!

So I did the only thing I could do. I shuffled closer, bracing one hand against Lan Zhan’s neck, and tickled my traitor niece instead. She squealed and squirmed, her face turning cherry pink! 

When MianMian and Qin Su started singing some spice girls or destiny’s child or some song or other, A-Lian started to wiggle to it even though I’d stopped tickling her. 

“You like that music?” I heard Lan Zhan say as he took her by the hands to help her keep her balance as he wiggled along with her. He sounded so warm and happy. 

But then I made a mistake. I looked at Lan Zhan again. And oh that FUCKING FEELING came back. 

No! I’m good with being an uncle! I don’t need more! 

My life is a MESS. I can’t even take care of myself! How am I supposed to think about…

But then if he was with me… 

NO!

He’s NOT with me! This is just idle fantasy and I SHOULDN’T be daydreaming about it! YOU KNOW BETTER WEI YING.

Besides even if that were… a thing. It’s kinda putting the cart before the horse. 

One step at a time. If we ever do actually make it past step one THEN we can start thinking of… what would that be. Step 15?????????????????????????????????????????

UGH.

He was looking at her with such a tender expression. It made my heart squeeze with want so hard it almost hurt. 

I grabbed a glass of wine and downed it to help keep my mind away from such dangerous fantasies. 

“I didn’t know you were so good with kids,” I said once the burn of the alcohol had settled in my stomach. 

“I didn’t know either,” Lan Zhan said. Do Lans not have kids? I suppose he’s probably spent most of his time with his brother, and he doesn’t have kids so maybe that makes sense. 

“Maybe A-Lian is just that good with adults,” he continued after a thoughtful pause, making me snicker.  I leaned in to kiss my niece’s chubby (and admittedly kinda sticky) cheek and she giggled, making my heart squeeze again. 

Then she made grabby hands at me to pick her up! ;dklsjf;saj I must have done something right because she doesn’t ask for me very often! So naturally I scooped her up immediately. Lan Zhan seemed unwilling to give her up, not that I blame him, and held her a little longer even though she was secured in my arms already. 

Eventually he did let go though, saying he was going to get more cake. I made A-Lian wave at him as he got up and asked him to bring me a slice of the cocai--cake too. 

[finderskeepersff]

72. Part 3

Sofia doesn’t really wish to speak, she ate her food in the bedroom and said she can take care of Cartier on her own, she doesn’t need any help at all. I think it is hurting her more than she is letting on “Jackie, you should have seen him” Marcel pointed across the table “he grabbed Erwin, one hand and then the next hand, bang. He is down for the count, it was nice to see. I think the move was great but it makes me think. Why did you not hit my son’s? They are not the most strongest boys so I am shocked you didn’t hit them back after seeing that punch” I laughed “erm, it was more of a thing of I didn’t want to upset Sofia. I didn’t want to cause drama, she has been so excited to come here so I backed away and ran off, but I was angry. I didn’t want the trouble, I did already upset Sofia prior. I am going through things and Sofia is there for me, I guess we need each other. But I need to suck it up with my own issues and just be there for Sofia, she needs me” placing my fork down “if you upset Sofia, I will have to use my Machete on you” sitting back in the seat “I wouldn’t, not in that way. Look, I been through a lot in my life. I dealt with things the wrong way, I was set on the wrong path, I was lost but I met Sofia. I regret how I treated Celine, she didn’t deserve it but I was lost and I didn’t love her like that, I am trying to change and be better. I am having my own daughter so it scares me that the things I done will curse my kids, you know. I don’t want that for them Marcel, but with Sofia. She is my everything and what she says goes, and that is it” I don’t want to give too much away “I heard that Celine and your family have had your fair share of trouble, Bryce. Oh that child, he is a so cute. The thing that gets me, he finds it hard to tell you the issue so he tells you a whole thing before he tells you he just wants an Apple, I worry for my grandchildren and this was it. I just hope she is ok” I think Sofia just needs time, they need to give her time.

I can’t really sleep so I am just watching some news channel, also I am waiting for Ethan to call me. He is supposed to update me on things but he hasn’t called me or anything, not yet anyways. Kyle was shocked to know I just left, he is glad I did. My phone finally rang “took your time” I answered “sorry, I had to check on the club. How is Barbados? I see you are on the beach and shit while we suffer here” rubbing my face “it’s not like that, trust me. I rather be there, how is things. Did Mia move back in? You dealt with it?” I need to know she good before she starts complaining about it “yeah, it’s dealt with but like I am still fixing their shit, making sure it’s perfect. Also we got a meeting in Atlanta, Raphael wants it so I said Atlanta, make it easier for you. When are you back? We need you back” that is a good question “erm, Ethan. I am not sure, can’t you deal without me? You can, everything is set, I did all the shit you need?” I don’t get it “niggas play up all of the time, Miami. You need to deal with that with Amira. Cassius, nobody listens to me, it’s you they listen too. They scared of you out here, you know that. You out there just makes people free to do shit, I don’t know. Anyways, so is that it. No more Celine?” Looking down at my hand “I don’t want to lose my girl out of this, if I ever try to say do something in regards to her, ignore me. Just leave her, fuck that bitch. She ain’t my problem anymore. You remember when we went Harlem, that time burned that house down?” I asked “I do, why?” I wish that guy was alive, I want to kill Leyton’ dad but he dead “I want you to find out if they have family and peers, let me know” I want more suffering for every tear Sofia is dropping.

I want to do more damage to that nigga, I am so damn angry again. But also horny, I don’t know why. Let me try and go to bed, I need to sleep this off I am so fucking horny and it was so random. I was just speaking on doing dumb shit and now I want my dick sucked, I am going crazy as fuck and I need to sleep this shit off. Getting up from the couch, grabbing the remote from the table and turning the TV off. This shit is so wild to me that I am horny, it has been a while since I have had sex but this whole scenario shouldn’t be making me horny, this is really bad of me. Jogging down to the bedroom, it’s dark as shit and kind of creepy here. Pushing the door open “oh shit!” I spat closing the door, Sofia is awake and scared me “woah” I opened the door again “I am sorry but I got scared, I didn’t expect you to be awake” Sofia is sat on the edge of the bed, she is not bothered at all. Dragging my eyes down a little, I can see a little nipple from here, nodding my head because I can confirm that is indeed some nipple and it’s well appreciated right now “are you coming in or nah?” Sofia said “yeah, I am” stepping into the room and closing the door “you ok bub?” I don’t like to see her so down, I know Sofia and I know something like that will affect her “just don’t feel safe, I am just thinking about what happened” sitting next to Sofia on the bed “I am here baby” placing my hand on her leg “but you wasn’t, I woke up and you wasn’t here. How can she know that her daughter got raped Cassius?” placing my arm around Sofia “I am sorry, I am here now” I should have stayed close by.

Sofia needs to cry it out and like Henry says to me, only I can fight my demons myself but the people I love will me to help me help myself which worked “I love you so much Sofia, nothing will ever change that” pressing a kiss to the top of her head “I will be fine Cassius” Sofia sniffled, thinking back to what Marcel said maybe I am being selfish by not giving her my last name but it’s not to do with that, it’s me “I should have known, I made you come here for what?” shaking my head “no, you bought me here and showed me Barbados, I met Marcel. He is the coolest nigga I know, I like him. I met Jackie, she cool, I met Hope. See I remember these people Sofia, and these are the people that will be at our wedding” Sofia didn’t say anything, it’s like she has given up on me and I am not sure how to feel on that “I just want to sleep, can you please lay with me. Just keep me safe” nodding my head “I got you, I am coming to bed anyways. I didn’t know, I am sorry ok” moving my arm back, I was just thinking she was asleep when she wasn’t.

I feel bad, but the relief on that. My dick needed it, I feel better “thank you Sofia” locking my phone, I am not a cheater. I masturbated to my wife looking sexy as fuck, I ain’t want to see nobody else’s body besides her. I am set now, I had a my morning release and now I can get on with my day. Throwing the balled up tissue in the toilet and flushing it “oh shit, my bad” cant leave my babies on the side, taking some tissue off and wiping the floor clean. Imagine that, I hated it though. I had to be slightly quiet with the way I did it, throwing the tissue in the toilet and flushed it again “man” I said to myself “how many times you going to do that?” I jumped at Marcel’ voice “erm, coming out” let me wash my hands quick time, there is no real place to hide here at all. I hope he didn’t hear any of that performance, it was good for me but still. Pulling open the door “you got stomach problems?” He said, I chuckled “erm, nah. Just reading, had my phone with me” Marcel shook his head “and Daron is here, he won’t say anything to you” oh great, her uncle is back.

Making my way to the living and kitchen area “I will make you some food” Sofia got up from her seat, she didn’t need too “thank you” Daron looked at me “can I speak to you?” I don’t really want too “is it to punch me again or what?” I asked “no, just please” he gestured to go out the back “ok, I will be back” I said to Sofia, walking behind her uncle. I think this time I will swing for him, I ain’t about to have his shit at all, not again. I guess I can have my morning cigarette, grabbing my packet out “you smoke a lot” he pointed at me “I know, stressed” placing the cigarette between my lips “I heard, my dad told me. It hurts me with what happened, I didn’t know and I just wanted to say sorry and where is this guy now?” lighting my cigarette, placing my lighter in my pocket. Moving my cigarette back “dead” I said as I blew the smoke out “dead?” he repeated, it just hit me. I am speaking to this man like I know him and he knows what I do when he don’t “what I mean is that, he died” let me correct myself “do you know how?” shaking my head “I am in shock, I didn’t say anything to Sofia. My dad said not too but he said you have been a great help and you helped him with Grace, I judged you” I shrugged “we all do I guess, I just want Sofia happy” that is my main thing on my list of things.

Sofia went with Jackie to get a few things for the home, she has taken Cartier so I am with Marcel, I mean I like him so I don’t mind “how has she been? She seems ok” Marcel asked “erm, ok. She didn’t sleep until I did, she wanted me close. I think we don’t need to bring it up, it’s best if we let Sofia move on. She did and she thought Grace moved on too but clearly not” shaking my head, that bitch is not shit at all “did you think about what I said? About Sofia not being a Bundy anymore, I would like you to do that for her. Move on, I would like to see that” licking my top lip, that is a lot “we are getting married” I said “soon” I added “what if that soon was too late Cassius, anything can happen. You love that woman so you take her, you take her and you love her. I want to give her away, please” this is crazy “what is wrong?” Marcel asked “because I just don’t think I am worthy of her Marcel, you don’t know me. You don’t know my real life! If I die then I leave Sofia a widow, least she is free” he don’t get it “I think my grand daughter would rather know she is yours than being Bundy still” and it hit me, Sofia has said them words to me before. Looking away from Marcel, she has said that to me and I promised her “you know her so well?” I mumbled “I know what I see Cassius, you love her. You love her so much but you get very uptight with the word marriage, think of it like this. It only changes her last name, the rest is the same” he sighed out “I just want to give her away Cassius, she has no father nor does she have a mother but I want to be the one to give her away to you, I want to do that” I feel like it’s put on me “I know her father, he wasn’t a great guy” he dead too “you seem to know the bad Cassius” Marcel said “I did notice, and maybe I am being nosey but you have a lot of tattoos. You have a lot of scars on your body” looking over at Marcel “bullet and stab wounds, I know them markings. I got them myself” licking my lips nodding my head “I nearly died, I have cheated death” Marcel squinted his eyes at me “you’re not an accountant are you?” I shrugged “I count money” I said laughing “oh god, look let’s just change the subject, I got respect for you and I don’t want to say about anything” I can’t tell him what I am.

Marcel is a character, he just keeps on smiling at me “I stabbed a man before” I knew he was going to say something “killed him?” I asked wanting to know if he killed a man “no, he is alive. He dated Jackie” I snorted laughing “no way! Seriously?” I spat, he nodded his head “we all got a past but I am just curious that you have so many scars, even on your legs” I blew out air “does it look that bad? Cause Sofia sees this?” Marcel pointed at me “if Jackie finds out you are both not married and sleeping in the same bed she will not be happy, I didn’t say a word to her about it but it’s just noticeable” that means it looks bad “I got beat up so bad, I got stabbed, and shot at and then they beat me so much, kept on kicking me and kicking me. This is the time I just met Sofia, I was in hospital. Got taken out before the police got to me, and the first place I went too was to see Sofia at her work, she was devastated but I didn’t want Sofia to think I didn’t want to know her but it was because I got beat. I thought I was dead, that was the last thing I remember. Then I got shot in my leg, I got stabbed when I was locked up, but here I am” he wanted to know, clearing my throat “you right Mr Bundy, Sofia said to me she wanted to take my last name that time we had a disagreement, I promised her. So Sofia has always wanted to change her last name, I have not really fulfilled it and I think I should but I left the words I was going to say to Sofia at home, I wrote them” Marcel smiled at me “you don’t need no book Cassius” he placed his hand over his chest just over he heart “you have it here” he is not wrong “I think it will be nice to see you give her away, I knew Sofia wanted her dad to do it when she knew him but he wasn’t good at all. She gets let down so many times, its time” I said.

[thisisthedungeonthatneverends]

Between a Door and a Hard Place

Ship: Promptis

Rating: M

Prompto leaned in towards Noct's face, lips against his ear. "Who do you belong to?"

Prompto didn't talk the entire way home from school, which was strange. The drive to Noct's apartment wasn't silent, though. Ignis was going on about some upcoming function at the citadel an how Noctis needed to prepare himself to be on his best behavior to show off for some important someone. Noctis sat in the back seat pretending to listen, all the while sneaking sidelong glances at Prompto, who stared out the window with a contemplative look that Noctis wasn't familiar with. It concerned him.

Had he done something to upset his boyfriend, Noctis wondered? It had been an ordinary day, and Prompto had been fine that morning, chattering on about all the great pictures he'd taken over the weekend with far to much energy than Noctis deemed healthy for so early in the morning. Lunch had gone about the same, but come study hall, Prompto had become...subdued? Noctis wasn't good with words and that was the only one he could come up with.

"You seem uncharacteristically unenthused today, Prompto." Ignis turned his attention to Prompto, undoubtedly noticing that Noctis was no longer paying attention. "Hm?" Prompto turned his head forward. Instantly his demeanor took a one-eighty turn. "Oh, I was just letting you guys talk about your official stuf. Kinda boring to this commoner. Hey, Iggy, you'll get a kick out of this. So you know whe have a ferret in the classroom, right? So this guy Mathias, kinda the class clown..." Prompto enthusiasticly regaled Ignis with the tale of aforementioned classmate getting his just comeuppance for picking on the class pet by getting bitten on the finger and bleeding all over his letter jacket. It got a chuckle from Ignis but never once did Prompto look at Noctis. The story was wrapping up just in time for Ignis to pull the car into the parking garage. "Now when in return in a few hours, I expect homework to be finished. No 'distractions.'" The last word was pointed with an inflection that gave it just the meaning Ignis meant to convey: homework first, then sex. Or at least that's how Noctis understood it. "Gotcha, Specks." "Sure thing, Iggy. Thanks for the ride." "Certainly. I'll see you at six." Ignis let them out of the car and left to go about his own business. Prompto walked slowly and Noctis kept pace. He knew something was amis but could not for his life figure out what the blond could be put off about. Without preamble, Noctis felt Promoto grab hold of his shirt collar, push him back and slam him against the nearest wall. Prompto put his hands against the cool concrete wall of the parking garage on either side of Noct's shoulders and Noctis felt like he'd just been slammed to the mat by Gladio. He had no idea Promoto was so strong. "Prompto, what the fuck?" he yelled, then thought better of it and lowered his voice. "You know my crownsguard watch these cameras." Prompto smirked, and Noctis did t know weather to be worried or turned on by how predatory he looked with his lips turned up and teeth just slightly bared. "Yeah, well, if they haven't figured out we're fucking by now, they seriously need to rethink their life choices." "That's not the point! What is this, you don't talk to me the whole way home, then you pin me against a wall where anyone can see us? What the Hell?" "Let people see. I want people to know who's the only one who gets to touch you." Noctis clenched his teeth and practically growled his boyfriends name. "Prompto! What is this about?" Prompto leaned in towards Noct's face. Lips against his ear, he whispered, "Celine." Noctis froze. At the end of lunch, Celine, easily the prettiest girl in their entire Senior class, had snuck up behind him, grabbed his hand and whispered something in his ear before winking at him and disapearing into the crowd. Noctis had been so taken aback he hadn't even registered what she'd said but looking back, it was after lunch that Promptos strange behavior had begun. Was he...jealous Prompros lips were still pressed agains Nocts ear. "She has a crush on you, you know?" Noctis scoffed. "Celine has a crush on my title, Prom. She's a notorious gold digger and you know I can't stand her." He was almost offended by the very concept of Prompto thinking he could ever want someone else, but seeing the fire in his boyfriends eyes and feeling the heat of his body trapping him, his lips against him so possessively...it was actually pretty hot. Noctis wondered if Prompto noticed the growing bulge in the front of his pants. "Oh, I know." Prompto's voice was to cheery for their present situation. "I just want everyone else to know who's you are." Noctis closed his eyes and sighed when Prompto's younger started tracing the shell of his ear. "So who do you belong to?" Noctis could hear the smirk in Promptos voice and feel it against his neck. "You." "Say my name." "Promoto. I belong to you, Prompto." "Good." Prompto licked the soft skin just below Noct's ear before biting down hard, making Noctis yelp from the sudden sharp pain. Lips latched around the bite mark and Prompto sucked hard in a way that was sure to leave a prominent mark, which was Prompto's intent. "GET A ROOM YOU DAMN HORNEY BRATS!" Immediately the separated from each other. The turned in the direction of the voice to see a neighbor that they both recognized but did not know by name. He did not wait for a response before going about his way. Prompto shot Noctis a smug look. Apparently they were discovering an exhibition kink in Prompto that no one knew existed. "Continue upstsirs?" Noctis had been heavily turned on before, but getting caught gave him a rush that made his heart race and his head spin. He nodded. They practically ran to Noct's apartment. ...... They waisted no time once inside. The door slammed closed and Noctis slammed into the door with Prompto's hand on his chest. Prompto used his arms to encase Noctis the same way he had before and kissed him fiercely. So fiercely in fact that Noctis found it difficult to kiss back. His head was pinned to the door by Prompto's face so he just opened his mouth and allowed Prompto's lips, death, and tongue to ravage him. He moaned into the kiss and rocked his hips forward, letting Prompto know what he wanted. Prompto pressed his body against Noctis and rolled his hips, and they eacj felt that they were both just as hard. Prompto pulled back with a wet smack. "Wrap your arms around my neck." Noctis did as instructed but did not expect what came next. Prompto graves Noct's thighs and hoisted him up, using his own body weight to pin Noctis against the door. He held on light with his arms and wrapped his legs around Promptos waist. Noctis was shocked and thrilled by this new development. While Prompto had of course topped before, he had never been this aggressive. Being pinned and claimed so roughly by his boyfriend whose strength Noctis had never realized before today was almost enough to make him come right then and there. They were perfectly aligned so that when Prompto thrust forward, their clothed erections brushed together with a beautiful friction that caused them both to moan. Pressed hard between Prompto and the door, Noctis was unable to move while Prompto rutted against him, increasing strength and speed by the second. He knew he was close when Prompto brought his face to his neck and licked the mark he had left earlier. "Mine." "YES! Yours. Prompto-" Noctis came in his pants. Something he hadn't done whike awake sense the onset of puberty. He felt like he was floating, being pinned there in a haze. Prompto's thrusts became almost brutal as he bore down on Noctis, chasing his own release. He gripped Noct's thighs, allowing him to thrust harder and after still until he came with a shout with his face buried in Nocts neck and his body tensed agains his spent partner. While they both caught their breath, Prompto gently lowered Noctis down on shaking legs. Noctis had to lean back against the door to steady himself. "Fuck, Prom." Prompto smirked. "Maybe later. Iggy's already gonna kill me." Noctis nodded. "Yeah, we should probably get cleaned up and get to work." So much for no distractions.

[firegrilled]

Mommas’ Boys - Part 8 (End)

@erejeanweek2k19​ Prompt: Competition

Summary: All things things must grow up, even Jean and Eren. Celine and Carla witness their boys’ happiest day and a glimpse at what their future holds.

Part 1

Setting down the brush, Celine did a quick once over of her outfit before stepping out of the bathroom. A long midnight blue dress hugged her figure, flowing almost all the way to the ground. A simple silver locket hung from her neck and slim golden watch rested on her left wrist.

“Tell me Carla, how do I look?” Celine wondered as she emerged into their shared hotel room.

Carla glanced up from her phone. Her eyes traced the slimming outfit and her pleased smile answered the question before her words. “Like someone who’s ready to have two beautiful sons.”

“Seriously, does this seem a bit much?” Celine looked down and thought again. “Not enough?”

“You’re fine, honest.”

“Thanks. I just wanna look my best for Jeanbo’s big day,” Celine sighed. She walked over to the bed and fell into the plush cushion. Here she was panicking on her son’s wedding day when she could only imagine what her boy was going through. He was her son after all.

A knocking at the door drew the attention of both women.

“Who is it?” Carla asked.

“Mom, it’s me. I have someone I want you to meet. Are you…” Eren’s muffled voice answered.

“Yes I’m not naked.”

“Mom!”

The door opened to a rather flushed Eren. He shook his head while he led another couple into the room. A gentleman that was a bit older than Eren and a slightly younger blond stepped in, already dressed for the wedding. In the woman’s arm a baby rested peacefully.

The gentleman had shorter blond hair, peculiar glasses, a trimmed beard and mustache. He stepped forward and extended a hand for Carla. “Hi, you must be Eren’s mom.”

Nodding, Carla shook the stranger’s hand and offered a smile. “That’s me. And who might you be?”

The gentleman cleared his throat and let out a held breath. “I’m Zeke Jaeger, Eren’s half-brother. And this is my wife Yelena and our daughter Gabi.”

Carla’s eyes widened and she froze in place.

“E-excuse me?”

“Mom, he’s telling the truth. He’s my brother,” Eren vouched for Zeke, walking over to his mother’s side and wrapping an arm around her.

“Please let me explain. Grisha Jaeger is my father who left our home many years ago just after I was born. My mother always held out hope for him saying he’d come back when he was ready but months turned into years until one day she was proven right. He just appeared at our doorstep right as I got back from college. Mom took him right back and forgot the fact he abandoned her for almost 25 years,” Zeke informed Carla.

Eren guided his mother towards Celine and sat her next to his future in-law while Zeke continued.

“I wasn’t particularly close to a man that I never knew but I got curious about what happened while he was gone. I took a DNA test and discovered that I had relatives just a few states over. That’s how I found Eren and learned what my dad did during those 25 years. I’m so sorry for what he put you through.”

Carla felt goosebumps go down her arms at the new information. Her mood fell as she thought about the man she purged her mind of many moons ago.

“So he had another wife before me… and a son. I never knew,” Carla admitted as some of the only pleasant memories she retained were now crumbling to dust. “I was his TA in college and fell for him. A charismatic researcher on the verge of a massive discovery… I should’ve known it was too good to be true. A small town girl falling for a big famous scientist.”

“That’s his type, I think. My mom is the same as you. Even when I confronted them about it she still clung to his side while he started crying. What he did was unforgivable, especially when Eren told me how close you were to losing everything. His way of apologizing is this,” Zeke frowned as he pulled an envelope from his pocket. He handed it to Carla.

Carla held it in her hands, flipping the blank parcel over in her hands.

“And what’s that?” Celine inquired as Carla opened it and found a check.

“Everything he stole in addition to missed child support and a generous interest.”

Carla’s jaw dropped along with the check.

“Th-that’s too much!” Carla gasped.

Celine bent over to pick up the check. She barely had enough restraint to not gawk at the number written on it. “That’s a lot of zeroes.”

“Frankly it’s not enough considering what he’s still worth,” Zeke frowned. “But please take it as something small for what he robbed you of.”

“I can’t! I don’t need his pity or his money,” Carla shook her head, anger now returning. “Who is he to think he can just try and write me away with money? That’s how he always tried to solve everything!”

“It’s not an apology as far as I’m concerned, it’s a debt being repaid. He stole your life savings. Though it’s not enough, you should be able to live comfortably for the rest of your life,” Zeke stated.

Celine placed the check in Carla’s palm and clasped her hands around hers. “Carla, nothing can ever forgive that man for what he did but you can now do so much good with this. You can pay for Eren and Mikasa’s college. You can go back to Mitras and buy your own house in cash. You won’t even need to work anymore. You can finally have that life you longed for after he stole it away from you!”

Carla looked into Celine’s eyes, her friend’s calming gaze quelling her anger. “The college debt might be a good idea but not the others. I’ve built a life outside of there that I’d never want to give up. My work, my friends, I won’t trade them away. I could buy a house but I won’t be able to buy a home. My home is our neighborhood with you and the others.”

Celine went wide-eyed at Carla’s answer. Pride bubbled up in her chest along with admiration. “You’ve grown so much over these last few years. It’s so wonderful to hear you say that.”

“Besides, I know what we can do with this. We can follow our boys on their honeymoon! I’ve always wanted to visit Italy this time of year,” Carla grinned, much to Eren’s horror.

“Mom, no!” Eren shook his head.

Zeke and his wife chuckled at the distraught reaction.

“While we can’t pick our family, I’d love to get to know you better and let ours grow together,” Zeke offered.

Carla slipped the check into her purse, nodding at the proposition. “Of course. I’d love to have you sitting next to me for the ceremony.”

Zeke smiled warmly. “We’d love that.”

---

“Mom, I can’t do this,” Jean mumbled as the soft music picked up around them. He shuffled back and forth on his feet while he sweat up a storm. “The suit’s too tight. No wait its my tie… or is it not tight enough? Mom, how’s my tie?”

“Jeanbo, you got this!” Celine reassured her son, looping her arm through his. She pulled him closer and allowed him to lean his head against her shoulder. “You’re the one who said yes when he proposed. I’ve seen you fight him, kiss him, and throttle him for breaking your window with a ping pong racket. If you can get passed those I think you can make it up an aisle to say I do.”

“But those were different! I was young and naïve,” Jean replied, his voice unsure with his life choices.

Celine snorted at that. “You’re still young and very naïve, honey.”

“I take offense to that.”

“Of course you do,” Celine rolled her eyes at Jean’s mock anger. “Let me tell you a short story. When I was younger and in a similar position I had the exact same thoughts. Right down to the dress being too tight and not tight enough. I wanted to run but right when I wanted to bolt the doors to the church opened and I saw our father waiting for me at the end of the aisle. All my fears faded when I saw the look on his face, like I was the prettiest thing he ever laid his eyes on. That’s when I knew I made the right choice. Just stay strong for a little bit longer.”

Jean listened quietly, hanging onto his mom’s every word. Just as she finished the music suddenly cut out. He instantly straightened his posture and stepped away from his mom. While they weren’t in a church, he still had to walk through an alcove in the woods to find his friends and family waiting for him.

“I can do this,” Jean muttered to himself.

“Damn right you can,” Celine agreed, earning another snort from his son.

The pair walked over the fallen autumn leaves when the music queued up the traditional wedding march. Celine kept pace with her son as he took deep breaths to soothe his nerves. When they turned the corner together in the woods, they saw exactly what Celine prophesized.

Their friends and family already faced them but their expressions blurred out once Jean located his soon to be husband. Standing on an elevated platform next to their old principal stood Eren in a green button down shirt, a vest, and tuxedo pants. His normally fierce demeanor fell upon seeing Jean.

Eren’s mouth opened a little but no words escaped him as he locked eyes with Jean. He didn’t move an inch while Celine slowly led her son up the aisle. Eventually Eren pressed his lips together, licking his upper lip when Jean grew closer. He remained still until Jean took his spot across from him and Celine took a seat next to Carla.

“Hey,” Eren whispered, tenderness in his voice.

Jean returned a fragile but goofy smile. “Hi.”

Both nearly jumped out of their skins when Erwin suddenly placed his hands on their shoulders.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today for the unexpected union of Jean and Eren Kirschtein,” Erwin declared, to the laughter of those present. “If you told me that the two kids that I often suspended for fighting each other would one day get married and I’d be the one to help them tie the knot... Well, I would’ve called you crazy to put it nicely. But we stand here as witnesses to a deep and caring love that few have the privilege to witness and even fewer get to enjoy. Let us celebrate strong commitment of these two wonderful men!”

---

Celine picked up a dress from the sale’s rack, her eyes passing swift judgement on the bright yellow garment.

“Hard pass,” Celine balked at the clothing.

“Why pick up something you know you’re going to hate? You don’t do flashy colors,” Carla laughed at her reaction.

“Sometimes you just want to see the full extent of someone’s poor life choice,” Celine spoke, shrugging. “As much as I enjoy our Sunday shopping excursions, I think it’s time we meet the rest of the family.”

“As if Eren or Jean understand the concept of arriving on time.”

Carla snickered while comparing sunglasses in a mirror.

“And where do you think they get that from? They won’t get better if we don’t.”

“Touché.”

Carla placed the glasses back on their racks and walked to the checkout with Celine behind her. She grabbed the one dress Celine bothered to keep and threw it into her stack when they reached the cashier.

“Hey, I can pay for my own,” Celine grumbled, trying to reach for it.

Carla stopped her hands, pushing Celine away. “Let my former husband pay for it.”

At that Celine stopped her attempts and returned her hands to her side.

“Fine. At least you’re putting your investments to some use.”

“Well I had to do something once I paid off my loans and the kids’ college debt. Eren and Jean wouldn’t let me spend more on them so might as well invest while we get that college fund going for the newest Kirschtein,” Carla explained. “Speaking of which, where are we meeting them?”

“Food court,” Celine answered, swiping through her phone. “Jean’s already there but Eren is running behind.”

The two mothers grabbed their bags and began the trek across the mall. They stopped by the parking garage to drop off what they bought before taking the elevator to food court. Celine and Carla squinted, scanning the area for any signs of their sons.

“Found ‘em,” Carla pointed at the tallest point in the crowd.

Celine turned her gaze to a mop of brown hair. Her eyes drifted down to find Jean’s hair a few feet below. “Aw he’s carrying Aymmi on his shoulders! How cute!”

The two moms parted the crowd as they scrambled over to their son and grandchild.

“Jean, Aymmi!” Carla called out, catching the attention of the pair that slowly walked through the crowd.

Jean turned his head and lowered his sunglasses, while Aymmi tightened their legs around Jean’s neck. “Grandma! Grandmaman!”

Aymmi threw their hands up, almost launching a Popsicle into the air.

“There’s my favorite grandchild!” Celine exclaimed, her arms already outstretched.

Jean took the hint and hoisted his arms up to remove his kid from his shoulders, plopping Aymmi in his mom’s waiting hands.

“I’m your only grandchild,” Aymmi giggled, hugging Celine.

“Yes but don’t the others that,” Celine joked, earning more laughter from Aymmi.

While those two bantered, Jean reached into his pocket for a handkerchief. He ran it over the back of his neck. “Damn sticky treat.”

Carla noticed the white cloth quickly turn orange, the same color as Aymmi’s treat.

“Popsicles drip,” Carla chuckled, earning a deadpan stare from Jean.

“I knew that but I didn’t think they melted that fast. Aymmi wanted to try and find you two first so I didn’t think about gravity and frozen treats.”

“Welcome to being a parent. You learn a lot of small details very fast.”

Jean bristled at those words.

“You’d think after a few years I’d get used to being called a parent.”

“Honestly, it doesn’t hit until they’re in the hospital or an emergency happens. Just value the time you have together,” Carla advised. Memories of raising Eren came rushing back, bringing a nostalgic smile to her face. “Speaking of which, where is my son?”

“Uh…” Jean scratched the back of his head while he gave a nervous grin.

Goosebumps ran down Carla’s neck at that expression. She knew that expression.

“Papa knocked down Toby’s mom’s brownies!” Aymmi exclaimed with a big grin.

Jean’s palm slapped against his forehead while the two mother’s exchanged eye rolls. Some things never change.

As if on cue, Eren appeared form the crowd with a frown.

“There you are. Thanks for shouting, Aymmi. It made finding you all much easier since no one was answering their phone,” Eren smiled at his child while glaring at the other three.

“No problem!” Aymmi gave another cheery shout.

“Indoor voice, honey,” Jean shushed Aymmi, who nodded eagerly. “Babe, what happened?”

“Helen wanted to take it to the board, Erwin stepped in, and now deserts are banned from future PTA meetings,” Eren’s head bobbed from side to side as he explained each fact.

Carla and Celine shook their heads while Jean let out another exasperated sigh.

“That is your fault Eren Kirschtein! You ruined my wonderful treats!” A sharp female voice cut through the crowd. The group turned to see an angry woman with a blonde bob cut pointing an accusatory finger in their direction, while a smaller kid around Aymim’s age held her other hand.

“Fight me in the fucking pit, Helen!” Eren shouted back, earning a slap to the back of his head from Jean and an offended gasp from Helen.

“You use that language in front of first graders? Weren’t you the one shouting about the kids when you assaulted my poor little brownies?”

“My kid knows what words are. Isn’t that right, Aymmi?” Eren smirked, gesturing to his child.

“Fuck!” Aymmi cheered loudly, earning another gasp from Helen.

“Mommy, what’s fuck mean?” Helen’s daughter asked, cocking her head.

“Nothing important, honey. Let’s get out of here before they use anymore foul language,” Helen said, pulling her daughter back to the crowd.

“Ask your mom what shit means!” Eren called after her, earning another slap from Jean. “Ow, shit.”

“Shit!” Aymmi repeated after Eren.

Celine and Carla sighed, but smiled at their sons and Aymmi. This was their family.

The End - Thanks for following this and reading it! And thanks @aymmichurros for the inspiration!

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Wish

Summary: Jeongguk only wants one thing for his birthday, and the best way to get it is through his most favorite bro. Or, the conversation setting up that threesome Pairing: jeongguk x taehyung, mentioned jeongguk x reader A/N: uhhh tae and jeongguk are gross, that’s all i got to say. this is completely self-indulgent but @blueagust doesn’t have her submit box open so here we goooo. oh and warnings for a bathroom blowjob Word Count: 1.729

“Hey.” Jeongguk pokes at Taehyung’s side. It’s a slow day at work and he’s bored. Taehyung’s doing inventory on the rings, like they’ve sold any today to count. “Dude.” No response again. “Tae.” Taehyung writes another number. “Hyung, I know you’re not actually doing inventory with me standing right here.”

“You give yourself too much credit,” Taehyung mutters.

“That’s a response, that means you’re paying attention to me.”

Jeongguk grabs the inventory sheet, slides it down the counter and waits until Taehyung looks up at him, expectant. Jeongguk grins.

“I literally fucked you three hours ago. I’m not doing it again.” Taehyung pauses, cocks his hip on the glass. “At least until break time.”

“No, you ass. Let me speak.” Jeongguk fiddles with the edge of the paper. “My dearest hyung-”

“I don’t like the sound of this already-”

“Shove it.” The department store is quiet today, the typical pop music sounding out of place playing only for the elderly couple shopping in the home goods section. They haven’t sold any jewelry today, which means their quota is fucked for next week but that’s the last of Jeongguk’s concerns. “I know we agreed no birthday presents this year-”

“You ass.” Taehyung reaches forward, tugs on the silver chain sitting pretty on his neck. “You’ve been wearing your gift for three days. We celebrated for two hours this morning.”

“It’s literally not my fault you refuse to listen when I say no gifts.”

“Excuse me for liking my baby boy to sparkle when I fuck him into submission.”

Jeongguk fidgets, Taehyung’s hand lying heavy on the base of Jeongguk’s throat. He’s referring to last night, of course, when Taehyung had made him cum three times with his face shoved in the pillow, but Jeongguk really shouldn’t be thinking about that now. That’s for later. “Stop, Tae, you’re gonna make me hard.”

“Not my problem.”

“Jesus, you shit head, can I get to my point?”

“Please. I’m dying to know over here.”

Jeongguk swats Taehyung’s hand away from his ear. “You down for a threesome?”

Taehyung frowns, mostly in surprise. “I guess? Thought you wouldn’t be ready for one so soon.”

“Who’s flattering himself now?”

“Dude, you got Yoongi and I to fuck you at the same time and you cried, then you slept an entire day on my couch.”

“Fuck off, it felt good.”

“Hey, that’s your tombstone quote.”

“Huh.” Jeongguk grins, loves this easy banter because it makes the boring hours of work pass that much quicker. You’re not working today so he has no one to mess with in other departments, and he’s been avoiding Namjoon like the plague so as not to ruin his birthday week. “Nice. Make sure I get a whole damn tomb, with locks and shit.”

“What fucking makes you think I’m buying your grave?”

Jeongguk bites his cheek, his smile widening. “You buy me everything else.”

“I’m going to strangle you. And not in the kinky way.” Taehyung grabs back the inventory sheet, and for a minute Jeongguk forgets about their previous conversation, content to just watch the shadow of Taehyung’s eyelashes on his cheek before Taehyung says, “When’s this going down?”

“Tonight.”

Taehyung’s hand freezes. “Dude.”

“I know! But I gave her all week and she couldn’t choose anyone.” Jeongguk shoves at Taehyung’s side, pushing him just out of view of the security cameras so he can stand a little closer. “It’s either you or Jimin.”

“Park?”

“God, do you want me to get off at all this weekend?” Jeongguk scoffs. “Seung. But Y/N’s a little too straight for that.”

Taehyung is silent for a long moment, twirling his pen between his fingers. “You want me to fuck the reason we didn’t speak for half a year? Jeongguk, come on.”

“Tae,” Jeongguk whines, nudges his nose against Taehyung’s shoulder. “Don’t, dude. She’s cool, you said so yourself. She also has no fucking clue we even fought, it’s not fair to pin that on her.”

“You’ve been hooking up with her for like a year right?” Jeongguk nods. “She’s the longest after me and you know who, excuse me for being a little wary.”

“It’s just sex, Tae,” Jeongguk insists. “We’ll go over after work, I’ve got drinks with Yoongi hyung later so you can do whatever.” He lifts Taehyung’s arm, pulls it around his own waist as he touches his nose to Taehyung’s neck. Taehyung tries to act uninterested, but Jeongguk can feel the way he tenses. “Please, daddy?”

Taehyung sighs, heavy and uneven, and Jeongguk knows he’s won. “Fine. Who’s in the middle?”

Jeongguk’s grin of victory is short-lived, falling into a confused frown. “What?”

“The middle?” Taehyung adjusts so he’s leaning his back against the glass, lets Jeongguk stand with their chests flushed. “Like how Yoongi and I both fucked you? You know this shit, dude. I need to know if my dick is going in your ass or hers.”

“Not her ass, definitely. I’ve only gotten there once and it took a vow that I’d buy her pizza anytime she wants it for the next year.”

“Ambitious. Who am I fucking?”

He thinks, pulling Taehyung’s hands to rest on his his hips. “Y/N. She might be a little weirded out if we do too much, especially with each other, and I’m not trying to make her uncomfortable.”

“You’re giving up your chance to get tag teamed? On your birthday?” Taehyung pinches at his side, teasing smile lighting his features. “Who are you and what have you done with my baby?”

“Shut up.”

Taehyung strokes his fingers along the scar on Jeongguk’s cheek. “Why can’t we ever fuck cheerleaders? Or a model? Or Celine Dion.”

“Celine Dion is like a grandmother, choose someone better. Like a lesbian?” Jeongguk mocks, scrunches his nose when Taehyung pokes it with his thumb. “At least neither of us has bagged a lesbian.”

“Well-”

“No.” Jeongguk feels that dread in his stomach because that’s Taehyung’s guilty look. Not guilty like he’s done something wrong, but that he’s withheld information that Jeongguk would consider vital. “No, no fucking way. Hyung, you said Mina was just a beard!”

“She was, baby, relax. We both were. But when we were at the hotel the night before her cousin’s wedding she said she’d always wondered what it was like to be fucked by a real dick, so we fucked.”

“And?”

“And then she patted my soft dick, said, ‘I’m so glad I’m gay,’ and we went to get drinks.” Taehyung kisses his cheek. They’re pushing it, both in public and with how long they’ve been out of the security feed. Maybe Yoongi will call and tell them to get the fuck back to work. “But you were so cute, blushing all red in algebra because you thought I was actually into her.”

“Shut up, I fucking hate you so much.”

“Mhm, that’s not what you were sobbing last night.”

“Whatever. Thanks for this, man.”

Taehyung nods, pressing one more kiss to Jeongguk’s cheek before shoving him away to go back to work. “I’m too fucking weak for you.”

Jeongguk grins. “I’ll suck your dick now, if you want.”

Going back to writing about the ugly fucking rings, Taehyung chews on his nail for a minute while Jeongguk pretends to rearrange the necklaces. “Fine. Meet me in the bathroom five minutes after Jihoon gets in for his shift. And I’m cumming on your face.”

“This is the best birthday ever.”

(Jeongguk’s favorite place in the entire ugly store is right here, in the last stall in the nice bathroom, on his knees for Taehyung. They’re not technically allowed to use this bathroom as employees, but one of the security cameras nearby is faulty and they’re good at sneaking in.

Now, Taehyung’s got his hands clenched tight in Jeongguk’s hair, holding him steady as he fucks roughly into Jeongguk’s mouth. There’s drool and spit leaking down his chin, and Jeongguk’s painfully hard behind his work slacks but he promised to suck Taehyung off, and Taehyung hadn’t given him permission to touch.

“God,” Taehyung moans, loud because he likes the threat of getting caught; likes what it does for Jeongguk. “Fuck, baby, your mouth is so good.”

Jeongguk wills away the tears from his eyes so he doesn’t miss a moment of this, of Taehyung’s flushed face and sweaty neck, his hair falling into his eyes as he watches Jeongguk gag on each thrust into his mouth. Jeongguk whines as best he can around the cock in his throat, and Taehyung tugs that much harder on his hair.

Without warning, Taehyung shoves Jeongguk off of his cock and fists it himself, pumping fast before he’s cumming with a loud moan of Jeongguk’s name, letting his cum fall over Jeongguk’s cheeks and nose, some clinging to his eyelashes and lips. Jeongguk licks for what he can reach, swallows it and rests his forehead on Taehyung’s thigh, panting to catch his breath.

“Mm, Jeonggukie, you’re always so good.” Taehyung gently cards his fingers through Jeongguk’s hair, tugs him back lightly so he can look at how utterly wrecked Jeongguk is. “My good boy.”

“Hyung,” Jeongguk murmurs, voice scratchy. He shifts forward, rutting his hard cock on Taehyung’s leg. “Daddy, please.”

“I should get back to our station.”

“Fine, whatever. I’ll get off without you.”

“Ah ah.” Taehyung zips his slacks and crouches so he’s eye-level with Jeongguk. He takes Jeongguk’s hand, palming heavily at his cock, in both of his. “If you touch yourself, Jeongguk, or if you cum before tonight, I’ll make sure you get to watch as I make Y/N cum so many times she’s too spent to even think about taking your cock.” Jeongguk whimpers, shaking a little under the intensity of Taehyung’s gaze. “You don’t want to be bad for daddy, do you?”

“No,” Jeongguk says too quickly, grabs hold of Taehyung’s hands like he’s trying to get Taehyung to stay. “No, Tae, I’ll be good-”

Taehyung smiles softly. He trails his thumb through the mess of cum on Jeongguk’s face, pushes it between Jeongguk’s lips. “Good boy.” Then he’s standing, unlocking the stall door and holding it open, like he’s personally inviting the whole store to see what a mess he’s made of the jewelry counter bachelor. “Better get yourself cleaned up, baby. We’ve still got quite a few hours before we can head over to Y/N’s.”

Jeongguk can’t wait.)

[daddyconfessions]

daddy’s journal: 3/3/16

journal entry 2/26 journal entry 2/17

Monday Feb 22 Bubbles text me first thing that morning. She wanted to see if I was available Wednesday afternoon. I was :) She told me we could have a late lunch wherever I wanted and of course we could have some fun afterwards. I picked one of the most happening spots in town and the date was set.

I like that about Bubbles. She has no problem being seeing out with me. No place is off limits. The restaurant I picked is one I’d tried to take Firecracker, but she had respectfully declined. She’s scared who’d see her. “I know a lot of people and it could hurt my reputation,” or some bullshit like that she had said. We’ve been together almost 7 months now and it’s still a problem.

Not Bubbles though. She was down for whatever. If things worked out, I would reward her for it. But not yet. It was still too early. We’ve only been at this barely a month. I’d give it another month and then see where we were. I plan on keeping FC. She depends on my allowance to pay her rent and other miscellaneous bills so I can’t just cut her off. I do still care for her. But there will be no more Louis bags and shoes and definitely no more Celine bags. I had tried to get her out of town but I wasn’t really interested any more in taking her. I’m putting all that on Bubbles if she stays consistent. We’ll see.

Tuesday Feb 23 It was almost close to noon when Firecracker sent me a text wanting to reschedule our meet. She wanted to move it to Thursday. Also, she hadn’t gotten dressed yet. Something about oversleeping and wouldn’t have enough time to get ready. It was cool. She’s my princess. She can do no wrong. That’s one of the handicaps with dating a 22 year old. They always sleep to noon. 1pm. I’m used to it.

Late afternoon I hit up my contact at the museum. Wanted to see if I had landed the contract. She came back after an hour and told me I had lost out on the bid. Damn. I could have really used their business. Then I started ticking off in my mind all the reasons why I might have lost out on the deal. Everything from logo design, stationary to bidding too low. I probably was overreacting so I shrugged it off. Deals come and go. One thing I know is I need to find me a new assistant. Even with my job situation being shaky, I still need a soldier to carry out my bidding. I think I’ll start looking for one next week.

I was feeling a little down since I hadn’t seen Firecracker and had lost out on the contract. Rough start for the week.  I picked up the phone and texted Kim. Her pic she’d sent was still in my mind. She answered right away.  We did the usual back and forth before setting up a time and place. Then I decided to turn up the heat a bit. I told her I wanted to be her SD. She took several minutes to respond. “Yes baby sounds good.” I told her she was just saying that. But she replied, “No, I would like to.” I was just doing it for sport.

Its hard enough turning a stripper into a girlfriend or SB, but add in a pimp and its almost impossible. Beyond the money you have to break the hold her pimp has on her. Unless you’re another pimp good luck. You have to restore her self-worth. Restore her self esteem. Show her that she deserves to keep the money she makes and not give it to a man. I could go on and on. But I painted a pic of how she wouldn’t have to work as hard, etc., Kim didn’t really respond. Just said “Ok.” She told me she definitely wanted to see me and that I should text her when I get the room.

The problem with seeing escorts is the only want to come after you’ve gotten the room. A bloke could be sitting in the room for an hour or more waiting. I told her to just start heading my way and by the time she got close I’d have the room and stuff. Kim said she would but I knew she wouldn’t.

I left work and headed to the hotel. I was kind of excited to see Kim. It had been almost two weeks. I got the room, went inside and flopped down behind my laptop to kept working. Well actually I was sending out resumes. My job situation had me shaky. I figured she’d be at least 30 minutes later. But I was wrong. About 40 minutes later she texted and said traffic was bad. She even sent a pic of the bumper to bumper traffic.

That was the last I ever heard from her. About 20 minutes after her last text which put me at an hour of waiting, I sent her a text asking where she was. No answer. I waited another 10 minutes and texted again. Nothing. Fuck it. Tuesday’s just not my day. Surely the sugar gods have come to collect on the successful weeks were there was a different girl every day. I packed up my laptop and bounced.

That’s the end for Kim.

I wasn’t looking forward to my date with Bubbles the next day. I was still tired and feeling some type of way with these chicks cancelling on me. Plus I was tired from working all weekend closing one of our business locations. Still I managed to pop by the barber to get my hair right. Get the scraggy hair off my face and trim the goatee. Popped by the cleaners before it closed to pick up my clothes. My assistant used to pick it up for me but sans assistant I had to do it myself. I went home and exfoliated the face with some peach scrub. By 11pm that night, I was ready for my date with Bubbles despite the probability she might cancel. I didn’t feel like blogging on tumblr either. Too tired. I wanted to do my journal entry (February 2/24) but I was beat.

Wednesday Feb 24 I jumped up and got dressed in some Polo jeans and sweater, Polo shirt, nice shirt underneath. My wife was combing my daughter’s hair in our room. “You look nice dad,” my daughter told me. Means a lot coming from her. She’s 12 and has no filter. She’s had me changing clothes more than once. By the time I finished getting dressed, my daughter had left the room.

“When am I going to get some dick,” my wife asked. I was like uhhhh. “You been slacking lately.” Damn I probably ain’t hit in almost 2 months. And she won’t be getting any this week either. “Soon baby,” I said. “Soon.”

I’d been at work a couple of hours when Bubbles texted me. She confirmed our date. An hour before I was about to leave the CEO and CFO invited me into a conference call with some Russians. I was thinking they were just some Russians as in living in the United States. But no, we were doing a video conference with some chaps in St. Petersburg. With business so shoddy in the states, the big boys were turning to Russia for opportunities. I kind of liked it, but I also knew that could possibly mean a trip to Russia in the future for me. An hour later the call was still going. Now I’m starting to sweat bullets. I have to meet Bubbles in 30 minutes or so. Looks like I was going to have push things to 2pm with her. I hoped my rescheduling didn’t kill things. But the sugar gods decided to redeem themselves from the day before. Bubbles texted me before I could text her, telling me she was running late. She’d got out of class late and was on her way to her car.

Thirty minutes later she text again to say she would need an additional 15 minutes. So we ended up pushing the whole thing to 2pm anyway.

When the meeting was over, the big boys wanted to talk. Fuck! After 15 minutes they dismissed us and we all left. I went and locked up my office and hit the parking garage. Half hour later I pulled up to the restaurant. Even though it was after lunch, there were Range Rovers, couple of Rolls Royce’s, and a Aston Martin in the valet section. I went in and she was there sitting on a bench. Looking pretty af. Even better, waiting for me daddy : )

Instinctively I walked up and when she looked up and bent over and gave her a full kiss on the lips. She gave a little tongue back. The hostesses, 3 of them actually, were looking like WTF? I love this life sometimes. They came alive too and hurried up and found us a table.  

It was nice walking into the restaurant with Bubbles. She was completely unbothered by being seen with me which somehow validated how I felt about myself at the moment.  I was Polo’d down, feeling dapper. The waitress showed us to a cozy table. Part of me wanted to sit right next to B, but I sat across from her instead so I could stare into those pretty brown eyes.

Lunch was fabulous. We talked about everything seemingly. You know you’re into someone when the world around you ceases to exist and you’re both leaning forward looking into each others eyes about to kiss. By the end of the date she was touching my hand again. Laughing up every other thing I said. She was either genuinely into me or this girl had some helluva game. Girls like bubbles bring the best out of me. I already wanted to take her shopping. That little beat up car she had I wanted to replace. I want to spoil her rotten. She’s the kind of girl you just want to be with. Hang out with. Sex is secondary. When you see her you just want to hug and kiss on her. Hang out her place, when she’s in sweats and no makeup and just watch TV and eat Cheetos and shit. I’m rambling. Either way I was on her hook and I planned on staying there for the foreseeable future.

We both realized it was time to  head to the hotel. Half hour later we were kissing in the hotel room. I love the way Bubbles kisses. She likes to suck my tongue when she kisses. She also likes to try and shove her tongue down my throat too. I don’t know why but I love that shit. Bubbles barely got off her shoes pants and underwear before I pushed her onto the desk in the room. She looked at me with the quizzical look as I sat down in the desk chair in front of her. I grabbed both legs and lifted them up, spreading her wide, until her feet were resting on desk. I dove right into that pretty pink muff, assaulting the clit with my tongue. I rotated between sucking it and licking it. Bubbles fell back onto the wall behind the desk and grabbed my head. She looked down at me with this mean look on her face. I couldn’t quite decipher it but it didn’t matter. I was licking that kitty like it was no tomorrow. I took two fingers and slid them in. It took a bit of effort since that kitty’s so tight. I lifted my fingers up and went back and forth firmly as I kept thrashing the clit with my tongue. Suddenly her hand fell off my head and she grabbed my ear. “Eat my fucking pussy” she demanded. I looked up and her head fell back on the wall and her eye closed. Her stomach bounced up/down rapidly and she twitched a little. Babygirl had cum.

Bubbles was multi-orgasmic so I just kept on going repeating what I’d done to make her cum. Her legs got tired of being on the desk, so one fell off. I took my hand out of the kitty and lifted her leg so that it was resting on my shoulder. I moved in closer to make it more comfortable. I took her other foot and moved it so that it could rest on my other shoulder. Then I slid my fingers back and went to work again. She came once more and slumped down on the desk. She nearly fell off too. Time to move to the bed.

Bubbles has a female roommate who she fucks from time to time. I usually take whatever a SB says and multiply it by two to get the real story which means they’re probably tribbing quite often. Or, she’s has another female she’s seeing regularly. And girls make the best kitty lickers. So…I had to show out. As I said in my last journal entry, winning over Bubbles would take more than just money. In the end its all for sport. Even if I fail, I would have had fun trying.

We started kissing when we got to the bed. Bubbles was licking my face and lips, trying to taste that kitty. She’s so nasty. As she laid back and went at that kitty again. I couldn’t tell if my face was wet from her kitty or from all the saliva she’d left trying to taste it.

After one more nut, I slapped on a condom. I got the tip in before she started wincing and moving back. She just couldn’t take the dick. I took my time, roughly a few minutes before I was able to get it in and get a decent motion. “God your dick is so fucking fat…” she said. I noticed Bubbles likes to get vulgar when I with her. Kind of like it. We tried intercourse but after a few minutes she asked if I could finish in her mouth. I said yes but I kept on stroking. I shifted angles and was able to get further inside. She seemed to like it. “Just keep on fucking me like that…” she said. And I did, trying to get more of me in her. But still she threw in the towel and we switched. She got on her knees in between my legs and shared her knowledge. I came in less than a minute. This girl’s enlightened I tell you.

She sat back and rubbed both my legs and asked, “Was that good baby.” I looked up just in time to see a drop of cum slide down the side of her mouth. She chuckled and swiped it up with a finger. She put it in her mouth and smiled. “I never lose drop.”

God I love this girl.

That night Firecracker hit me up. We exchanged about 2 or 3 text before we set up a time for Thursday. I was looking forward to it actually. Firecracker’s got some good pussy for a 22 year old. I can’t wait to see my princess.

Bubbles texted too. Thank me for a wonderful date. I thanked her for making an old man feel special. Making me feel good. She told me I wasn’t old and that age was just a number. She said I was very handsome and that she was glad she’d met me. “And you got some good oral skills too,” she added. Not sure if she gassing me up or not, but I liked it.

Thursday Feb. 25. More bullshit from Firecracker. She hit me up around noon asking if she could be a little late to the meeting. She had to do some school stuff.  2 hours later she just cancelled altogether.  WTF?  I’m sure what happened is she slept until noon instead of getting up and running her errands. When I said a few things about it she was like, “Its not big deal. We still have Friday, Saturday and Sunday.”

Then I got upset. She’s being disrespectful. Well I should say she’s not respecting my time. I do a lot to juggle things so that I can be with her. Princess is a priority. So for her to just minimize my shit to “it’s no big deal” had me feeling some type of way.

And no we didn’t have Saturday and Sunday. Saturday I was hooking up with Bubbles again. Sunday was family day.

No tumblr blogging tonight.

Friday Feb 26th Around noon Firecracker knocks on the hotel room door. I let her in…She’s a trainwreck. Eyes watery, makeup done enough just to be ok for our meet. She tells me how her cycle is coming and she’s been crying all day over little shit. I sat on the bed and pulled her to me. I told her “You is fine and You is beautiful and You is Smart and You is having a bad day…” we both laughed. I told her we could cancel but she said she didn’t want to. “You can’t be rough today,” she smiled.

Lately I had turned it up a bit with her. Hair pulling, choking, spanking. In the 6 months I’ve known her she’s matured a lot both mentally, physically and sexually. I picked up on the fact that her fuckboy’s were weak. The latest had been scared to really fuck her because she was so pretty. He treated her like a precious gift, but really she wanted to be manhandled. She wanted a man to run that pussy. I lowkey accepted the new requirement and had stepped up my game.

But today, she just needed to be loved. I ate the kitty and usually after two orgasms she tries to scoot away. I had my hands around her legs and stomach. When the third one was near I clamped down. As anticipated she tried to run, but she could go nowhere. “Baby I can’t take anymore….” But I was merciless. “Baby baby stop,” but I refused. I told her if she felt like peeing to go ahead. She looked up and gave me that “how do you know look”. Then she said, “No. I’m not doing that. No.”

I set her free she scattered across the bed from me like she was scared suddenly. I coaxed her back over to me then I spent a few minutes kissing and rubbing her body all over. I sucked where appropriate – neck, breast, earlobes. Then went inside her and I stayed there for a good 20 mintes. Just fucking her and fucking her and fucking her. Its like her body was calling me. She came twice before I finally did. Afterwards I lay beside her, sweating profusely from all the work. FC did something surprising; she rolled over and laid on me. She’s never done that. I took her in my arms and held her tight. After a few moments, probably minutes, I could tell she was crying still. I took her by the chin and raised her head up. “Are you crying?” I asked. She nodded.

Now I’m worried. I’ve been around lots of women. So I’ve seen the symptoms of being on period. But my princess was crying a little too much. I’m suspecting something else is going on. But now is not the time to talk about it.

About 30 minutes later FC was getting dressed. She was happy. Bouncing around the room, talking shit about this and that. Back to her old self. No tears. All the shit she said she wouldn’t be doing that night, had changed to I’m going here. Then me and my girls are going there. Then we’ll probably end up over there.

That’s my baby.

Before she left I pulled her to me. I asked her if anyone had hurt her. She shrugged and said no. Then I dug deeper. I asked if any fuckboy had hurt her. Or, had her ex-boyfriend come back and hurt her?

But she said it was nothing. Blamed it all on her period. We said our goodbyes. She made it to her car before I did mine. She backed out and peeled off. Suddenly she was on a mission. I was really confused now.

That night I hooked up with some of the recently laid off co-workers. One of them was the Oracle. She said she would get there early if I wanted to go ahead and come. So I took the opportunity. I needed to run this Firecracker stuff by her.

We ended up meeting at the same place I’d taken Bubbles on our first date. Crazy. Me and the Oracle were the only ones there. After a brief catchup I asked her about FC. Told her the whole story about missing our dates and including her crying in the room.

The Oracle was like, “Three things likely happened. Her boyfriend managed to get back in with her and hurt her. Or she met some new dude that hurt her feelings or, it really was her period. I mean I been cranky and tearful before when I was on my period. Not wanting to leave the house. Just sitting around crying. Or, it could be a combination of 2 of the three. My gut tells me she’s having some man problems.”

I raised my margarita glass. The Oracle raised hers. We clicked them and I said, “I got to talk to you more often.” She smiled. “Yes you do! But I wouldn’t worry about her. Sounds like you got her mind right. Got her feeling good about herself. That’s what you’re there for big Daddy.” We both chuckled.

Saturday Feb 27th Bubbles text and cancelled our date for that afternoon. It was cool. I was still a little hung over from the night before. And after working all last weekend I just wanted to lie around the house and do nothing. By this point I was used to being cancelled on.

I ended up sleeping all day. My wife came home that afternoon and got in the bed with me and went to sleep as well. I don’t think I’ve laid around the house all day in almost a year. Felt good. Then  I got a weird text. It ended up being one of my other co-workers. My plug! My Cohibas had come in. He sent a pic too

Just in time too. I was down to my last 2. Fresh

Not a bad end to a rough week…..

[banditthewriter]

The New Addition - Billy Russo

Prompt: Hey Bandit, can you do an imagine about Billy and Reader adopting a dog or cat from the shelter? (#adoptdontshop) Prompter: Anonymous

I actually adored this? And there’s a little bit of it based on me, Chaotic Neutral, and Nola haha. I hope you like it!

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***** The agreement was that if you moved in with Billy, you could get a pet. It had been in the talks for a while but since you worked from home and his job kept strange hours, you didn't want to be alone in the house for all hours of the day. Both of you ignored your friends who said a baby would keep you busy. That was nowhere near what either of you were interested in for the time being. Maybe in the future, but not yet. So a pet. You had in mind a cute cat that would curl up with you while you worked but apparently he had a different idea. "There was an ad about a purebred dog that someone at Anvil showed me," he explained while the two of you made breakfast together. "I don't remember how much it cost, couple thousand dollars?" That made you balk and you spun around to face him. "We aren't spending a couple thousand dollars on a dog Billy. We are going to a shelter to adopt." The word adopt made Billy's shoulders tense. You moved over to grab the spatula from his and turned him so that he was facing you. "You sure you want to do this? We don't have to get a dog or a cat or anything. We can wait a while." Billy wrapped his arms around your waist and tugged you closer. "If you want to adopt every damn animal in the place, we will. I guess I just automatically went to what I usually do and assumed whatever cost the most would be best. But you're in charge for this." You smiled and pressed your lips to his. "I want you to come with me to help me pick. This isn't just gonna be my animal you know. We need to agree on it." He nodded and pressed a kiss to your lips before he went back to cooking. ------ You put your bag down and sighed. You'd gone out of town for two nights and you had missed home. Or maybe you'd just missed Billy. Actually, you probably missed Baxter more. You looked around for the little Boxer puppy but didn't see any sign of him. Usually he came running when someone opened the door. You frowned and moved further into the house. Billy was napping on his back on the couch, an arm thrown over his eyes. Baxter was curled up on his legs, his head propped up on Billy's thigh. He was asleep as well, his paw twitching in his sleep. After taking a few quick pictures, you turned to go grab your bag. A yawn-slash-whine made you turn around. Baxter had woken up and was staring at you with big brown eyes. Was that why you had fallen in love with the puppy? Possibly. "Hey buddy," you whispered as you moved over to him, leaning down to kiss his snout. "You taking a nap with daddy?" "While I'm intrigued by the idea of you calling me daddy while that close to my dick, three's a crowd," Billy said as he raised his arm enough to peek at you. You smacked his thigh and straightened up. Baxter yipped at you, his tail wagging and smacking against the couch. "Thought you weren't going to let Baxter on the couch," you teased as you leaned over to give Billy a kiss. "I stand by not letting him in the bed at least," he said as he hooked his fingers into your collar to pull you down for another kiss. "Welcome home baby." Baxter took that moment to stand up, his paw going right on Billy's family jewels. While Billy groaned in pain, you laughed and picked Baxter up to put him on the floor. "I'm gonna take him outside while you regain your composure," you said through your laughter as you grabbed his leash. Billy's grunt was his only answer. ------ With Billy being gone overseas for a few weeks, you felt better home alone with Baxter. He'd gotten bigger in the few months you'd had him, but he was still a complete teddy bear with you and Billy. He was protective though. The guy that had dropped off a package had learned that firsthand when Baxter had growled at him for simply handing you a package. And it wasn't like it was a dangerous neighborhood, but you couldn't help feel anxious with Billy gone. Baxter helped, but drastic measures had to be taken. There was a growling noise, the bed almost vibrating from the force of it. You immediately rolled over and flicked on a light, just in time to see Baxter jump at the person at the foot of the bed. "Fuck Bax, you're too big for this," Billy said as he caught the dog who immediately started to lick Billy in the face. "Nope, back down. Not the slobber I want to be covered in right now." You laughed and sat up to greet Billy as he knelt on the bed to kiss you. Baxter jumped up onto the bed and got between you, tail wagging happily as he tried to kiss the two of you. "Really Y/N? In the bed with you?" You smiled and scratched Baxter behind his ear. "He's been keeping me safe. You're a good boy, aren't you Baxter? Good boy." Baxter was beside himself with the attention. Billy groaned and grabbed Baxter's collar, prodding him off the bed and leading him to the bedroom door. He shut it softly and then moved back to the bed, ignoring your pout as he leaned in to kiss you. "Billy," you giggled as his hands moved over your body, trying to pull your shirt off. "I've been gone for two and a half weeks. None of my fantasies about returning home to you involved Baxter in bed with us," he said as he pulled his shirt off. He leaned in to kiss you again and you felt him grind his teeth as Baxter started to whine. "No. That dog is not going to ruin my sex life." "Billy," you scolded as you kissed his cheek, "he's just happy to see you after two weeks. You're his human. Come on, I promise to give you a proper greeting tomorrow. Let him back in." Billy groaned again and pressed his forehead to yours. "You're lucky I love you," he mumbled as he got up to open the door once more. Baxter came flying into the room and jumped on the bed. He moved until he was at your side and flopped down, his big brown eyes on Billy as he wagged his tail in content. "Ah hell no. Foot of the bed man, show some respect." With a little nudging, Baxter moved to the foot of the bed. Billy rolled his eyes and finished undressing before he crawled into bed with you. He rubbed Baxter's side before he leaned over to give you a kiss. "You still love me more than the dog, right?" You smiled and gave him another quick kiss before you laid down on his chest. "Most days," you said as you closed your eyes.

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[melissagoesexpat]

Top 10 things I wished I knew before moving to Singapore:

1.       That Mexican food is edible and pretty decent here. Not amazing Californian good or in Mexico good, but commendable. I also should have stolen more Taco Bell hot sauce. My love for sauciness (in food and in life) has cost me the better part of my rations and now I’m going to settle for Picante or some quasi, crappy version of hot sauce that they call ‘Mexican hot sauce’ over here. Trader Joe’s Jalapeno Hot Sauce, I miss you.

2.       That my best friend, wine, and I are taking a forced break. I knew it would be expensive here but surely for $22 a glass you’d think the glass would be more than two sips. I’ve had to hold myself back on instructing staff what a ‘real pour’ is. Instead, I’ve thought better of it and just licked my glass clean when my husband and servers aren’t looking.

3.       Alas, liquor is not any better my shot-loving friends. I spent $32 on a Singapore Sling here. That’s one drink! Best bring a full flask when you come to visit me friends – you’ll be sharing! #ThankGodForDutyFree

4.       That media is not censored as much as I thought it would be and I still get to stream my beloved Netflix. I had visions of a stranded island situation where I could only watch G-rated movies or listen to Celine Dion for the next two years in Singapore, but it turns out I’ve been pleasantly surprised. I can get my favorite magazine (but they cost like $11 each) and cozy up on the couch to listen to Spotify while watching Netflix and it’s like I’m back in San Francisco except without the wine.

5.       I need a Kindle stat. Books are also ridiculously expensive like $65 on two books expensive not to mention the emotional toll of listening to my husband complain about the price for two hours after – it’s almost not worth it. It was also real helpful to hear from my Mom that if she would have known, she would have given me one of her Kindles. Thanks, Mom for offering one of yours AFTER I already moved. Let it be known, the woman has three.

6.       That there has been barely any real transition from life in San Francisco to Singapore other then me calling friends and family in the morning because that’s their night time. Sadly, I don’t get to call after a boozy night and say “heyyyyyyy” anymore. Some may benefit more than others from this – you know who you are.

7.       That vitamins are so damn expensive. Why do these little pills cost enough that I need to knock off a bank to afford them? As a kinda vegetarian who eats fish, I need my vitamins. When trying to find some they all range from $60 and up. That’s for one bottle – I typically take three kinds at a time. I guess I’m going to be cash poor, but vitamin rich? Feel free to start sending care packages at any time.

8.       That flip flops/thongs/sandals, whatever you want to call them, are easy to find if you have lovely, petite feet. I do not. My Mom used to call my feet clodhoppers which I guess was slang for big feet back in her day (i.e. the Dark Ages). I’m still holding out hope that I find some flip flops that fit out there in the crazy-crowded shopping mall wilds but perhaps this might be a job for Amazon Prime.

9.       That I want to eat all the bread here. The baked goods here are legit and plentiful. My ice cream guy (yes, I have an ice cream guy) told me the whole baked good thing has really exploded here in the past 10 years and that before, only for special occasions. This is a lucky and happy development as it’s part of my duty to stuff my face with as many baked items as I can to make sure to tell my visitors which ones are the best.  I get a free pass because I’m helping – seriously though – it’s super thoughtful of me.  

10.   That Starbucks is crazy popular and crazy expensive. Call me a spoiled American but if I see more than three people in line and the cost of my hot tea which is basically hot water and leaves is above $7, that’s money I’ll be saving to put towards something more sophisticated and fun – you guessed it, probably my old friend wine who I haven’t talked to in a while.

#expat #Singapore #topten 

[fearofaherobrine]

Roleplay Server Log #209

“Ineffective Cool Down With MB”

[Steve] Doc... Can you take care of Smile, he wore himself out helping us. [Doc] Of course. I'd be glad too. [TLOT] oh good... -He gives Steve a throughly debauched look and the two tp away without further ado.

[Doc] preps some meat and a water dish for the exhausted dog and tucks a blanket under and around him before giving him a pat on the head.

[Smile] Gratefully drinks the water-

[Jeff] Stumbles into the kitchen, still limping from where Smile bit him-

[Smile] Tail thumps the ground a little-

[Doc] Jeff! You look like you've had a bad day. Want me to stitch that up for you? Sit down at least.

[Jeff] - Fuck off, where's my dog?

[Doc] Points down at the dog-

[Jeff] - What the fuck happened to him!?

[Doc] I'm not sure. He took TLOT and Steve into Cp's dream to help him withhis nightmares. I think he's just tuckered out.

[Jeff] - Doing just that wouldn't make him like this...

[Doc] That's all I know, I wasn't there.

[Mix] We did sort of run around the server before this to save Jane... Maybe all the exercise got to him?

[Jeff] - Speaking of that bitch, I have her knife- He kneels next to Smile to check him over

[Jeff] Wobbles a little since his leg can't take his full weight, even when kneeling-

[liu] -on the floor- hi jeff

[Jeff] - Fuck off Liu

[liu] remember when you said I couldn't fight well I can jane is also looking for her knifes so you should find where she is

[Jeff] - Eh, she'll find me eventually

[Smile] Licks Jeff's hand-

[Doc] Unbalances Jeff so he falls back on the floor and starts working on his leg-

[Jeff] Kicks at Doc with his other leg as hard as he can- FUCK OFF!

[Doc] Is kicked and comes back even more determined. - Hold still you stupid ass! You're bleeding all over the floor.

[Jeff] - I don't need your fucking help!

[Doc] Wrestles with him to get a grip on his injured limb-

[Jeff] Pain shoots up his leg- FUCK!

[Doc] Told you! -  Xe gives up trying to stitch it and slathers a handful of the cold healing paste on it instead-

[Jeff] - GET THAT FUCKING GROSS STUFF OFF OF ME!

[Doc] Is thumped on the floor by his thrashing and just hanging on- Stop moving around!

[Jeff] - NO!

[Doc] Little help here? Anyone?

[Mix] Liu, sit on him

[Jeff] - DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE!

[liu] I can try -gets up and sits on jeff-

[Mb] Wanders down the shrine stairs and just walks past them totally unconcerned and opens the fridge. Celine is clinging to his shoulder and there's scratch marks all over his neck and shoulder through his shirt.

[Jeff] - Fucker!- Grabs one of his knives

[Doc] Grabs at his wrist- Cut it out!

[liu] come on jeff I want you to be better

[Deer] - Hello MB

[Jeff] Is scrambling for his other knife as well- Sure, I'll cut you're fucking brains out!

[liu] -grabs his other wrist-

[Mix] I'm very tempted to sit on him too, or to zap him... -Thoughtful look- Getting up right now requires effort...

[Doc] Gets overly frustrated and decks Jeff.

[Mb] Mumbles a sort of greeting-

[Jeff] Is a bit dazed and briefly ceases his struggling-

[Doc] Uses his confusion to patch him up- Idiot.

[Jeff] - I will fucking stab all of you

[Deer] - Are you okay MB?  We noticed you died again...

[Mb] Oh yeah. The little potato over here put up a damn good fight - thumbs at Liu- and the girl with the soulful eyes - indicates Mix- Has some very interesting weaponry.

[Mix] -Stuffs pancake in mouth- What

[liu] as your brother I feel like it's my duty make sure your health so stop and accept the help

[Deer] - Why did you take Jane anyways?

[Jeff] Is coming out of his daze-

[Mb] Bites a chunk off a porkchop and starts feeding the other part of it to Celine- Oh, just a bit of fun. I think she mostly went along with it out of boredom. Cp was out and I was in the mood to rumble.

[Celine] Happily chews on it-

[Deer] - Yes well CP got in trouble as well

[Mb] Ha, well, that's what we do isn't it? What's the fun in being a Herobrine otherwise? Did he piss his wife off again?

[Deer] - Well yes...  And everyone else

[Doc] Watches Jeff from a short distance. - You should give me Jane's knives, I'll likely see her before you do.

[Jeff] - No

[Doc] okaaay....

[Jeff] - Fucking hell Liu, GET OFF YOU FATASS!

[Doc] Don't talk to your brother like that!

[liu] -get up shakily- I am going to be feeling that fight for awhile

[Mb] Good job! I take it the mess is already cleaned up and he's off grooming his whiskers somewhere?

[Deer] - Not whiskers, he escaped that, basically had his wife withheld from him for a little while

[Jeff] - I'll talk however the fuck I want!

[Doc] Pulls out a gold apple and stuffs it in his mouth. - Shut up and eat.

[Jeff] Spits it out and Smile grabs it- I don't need food!

[liu] you need food jeff

[Doc] I... I'm going to have some coffee. Anyone else want any?

[Jeff] - No!

[Deer] - Sounds good love

[liu] no thank you

[Doc] Stumps to the kitchen to find Mb standing there and shudders involuntarily-

[Mb] Grins hugely - No sugar please.

[Deer] - Should we find out where Jane is?

[Doc] Give me a minute and I'll look myself. - At Mb- Please move.

[Mb] Lingers long enough to be obnoxious and slides out of the way.

[Doc] Starts making coffee on the brewing stand and filling bottles with it

[Jeff] Sits up and looks at Smile- So what the fuck did you do?

[Smile] - I went in one dream, then went to another!  And the another!  And then to Slender's!  And then back to the previous one!  And then back to the one before that!  And then back to the first one!

[Jeff] Groans- Smile, you know that's way more than what you can actually handle

[Mb] Intentionally reaches over Doc to take one of the black bottles-

[Doc] Flinches-

[Celine] Wiggles around and jumps forcefully off of MB's back and skids onto the counter-

[Doc] Instinctually grabs at the baby so it doesn't slide off

[Mb] Bonks Doc with the bottle trying to reach the baby as well-

[Celine] Slides off the other side of the counter-

[Mb] Hits Doc with the bottle a second time as he races around the counter to check on Celine.

[Doc] Ow.....

[Celine] Wags tail at the sight of MB-

[Mb] Kneels down and speaks very quietly- You okay there?

[Doc] Awww.

[Mb] Shut the fuck up.

[Celine] Jumps up and bonks her nose on MB's-

[Yaunfen] - Burp?

[Mb] That's my tough little girl-

[Jeff] Stands up and shakes his leg trying to get the slime off-

[Doc] Comes around as well to supervise hir baby - Play nicely....

[Mb] Yeah, cause Celine could kick your kids ass.

[Celine] Cocks head curiously at Yaunfen-

[Yaunfen] Jumps around a little- Burp!  Burp!

[Jeff] - Hey fucker!  You better not let Smile do anything else!

[Mb] Yeah Celine, that's Doc's candy dragon.

[Doc] Excuse me? That's camoflage thank you.

-The two baby dragons sniff at each other-

[Doc] And it's not a matter of letting him do things Jeff! He volunteered!

[Mb] Tries to clandestinly offer Yaunfen a bit of the meat-

[Jeff] - I'm saying don't let him do anything else for a little while!  He's used to much energy doing what he did!

[Yaunfen] Sniffs and then sneezes-

[Mb] What the fuck...? Is this one a vegetarian or some shit?

[Doc] Find Grinny then. He stays pretty still when the cat is laying on him- And yes, actually. Xe only eats sugary things-

[Jeff] Groans and heads off to find the cat-

[Mb] Makes a disgusted face. - Weirdo. Perfect for you.

[Doc] Bite me.

[Mb] You wanna be next?

[Deer] - Love, your coffee is almost burning

[Doc] Dammit! - Dashes back in the kitchen.

[Mb] At Deerheart- Hmph, nice save.

[Deer] - But of course

[Mb] I wonder what it would feel like to butt heads with you? Though, - points at her antlers- they look a bit... soft.

[Deer] Moves them- They are

[Mb] Eyebrows up- So what furry corner of the internet did you come out of anyway?

[Deer] - This seed

[Doc] A bit too loudly as xe fusses with the brewing stand, pouring more powder into it- She's the server!

[Mb] The fuck..?

[Yaunfen] They and Celine are playing, rolling about on the floor-

[snake] -comes down the stairs to the kitchen kazooing- hello everyone

[Mb] At Deerheart, smoothly - So what's a guy gotta do to get an Op around here?

[Doc] No fucking way!

[Deer] - Not happening, other than Doc and I, Lie's really the only other one who's op'd, and that's because she was a human struggling with her brine...  Although she's never used it...

[Mb] Dammit... - He leans close enough to breathe sensually on Deerheart's throat - Are you sure there isn't.. anything I could do... to change your mind?

[Doc] Stop that!

[Deer] - Hmmmm...  I don't know...  I mean, I'm not the only one who can op you...

[snake] -passes mb- you are going to far

[Doc] Don't fucking hit on my girlfriend!

[Mb] What are you gonna do? Get Cp to beat me up again? And what the hell is that?!

[Doc] Bristles angrilly-

[Deer] - I mean, Lie can technically op others, but she can never remember how...

[MB] Oh I'm sure I know the commands...

[snake] -pulls at doc's pant to get hir attention-

[Deer] - Actually, do you think Flux would naturally be op'ed?  She is a server as well...

[Doc] Looks down, hir face is a bit red - What is it Snake?

[snake] do you want me to call gem to beat up mb?

[Doc] Growls, - No. He won't get anywhere anyway.

[Mb] Is making a rather satisfied face-

[snake] also gem has been working on trying to make sweets she remembers

[Mix] I'll fight him again,  as long as I get more food?

[Doc] I prefer my kitchen not be wrecked. And you can have as much food as you want Mix.

[Lie] Comes in, still a bit shaken from what she had seen in CP's mind-

[Mb] Eyes narrow- Hello Lie....

[Mix] Well I want more food but I can't.. get up. My leg fell asleep. -Shrugs-

[Lie] Tenses up a little- Oh, um...  Hello...

[Doc] Looks rather stressed.

[snake] -pulls a cookie with not chocolate chips in it out of his inventory and hold it out for doc there seem to be sugar on to top of it-

[Deer] Grabs some bacon and quickly cooks it before taking it to Mix-

[Mix] Thank you Deer!

[Doc] Takes it distractedly-  Oh. That's odd.

[Deer] - You're  very welcome

[snake] it's a sugar cookie

[Lie] - Doc, is there anything to calm nerves readily available?

[Mb] Slides over to her like a shadow, his voice is throaty and deep. - Nice to see you again. I bet I could calm you down....

[Lie] Yelps and jumps away-

[Doc] Dammit Mb!

[Mb] Tps behind her and brushes her shoulder with a hand- Ah, so jumpy....

[Lie] Tries bolting away-

[Mb] Just gives a low chuckle and watches her with a nasty smile- Not as much fun as fighting but still entertaining.

[Lie] - How about we don't fray my nerves anymore?

[Doc] Sorry Lie. He's just being an asshole to rile people up.

[Mb] But it's so much fun!

[Lie] An enormous amount of calming flowers spring up around her because of her stress-

[Mb] Saunters over to her and picks one-

[Doc] Growls-

[snake] -runs into the flowers to play in them-

[Mb] Looks Lie dead in the eyes and bites the bloom off the flower and swallows it. -

[CP] Feels his mates distress peak and teleports in, kicking MB in the balls from behind- Fuck off!

[Mb] Was already feeling the effects of the calming flower and just ragdolls with the kick, landing in the doorway to the magma room. He just lays there dazed- Owwwwwwww

[CP] Growls at him before approaching his mate-

[snake] -is curled at the bottom of one of the flower in front of lie-

[Lie] Quickly is next to CP, shaking a little-

[CP] - Geez...  Why didn't you stay upstairs if you were still this stressed?

[Deer] Begins working on tea for Lie-

[Doc] Well it probably would have been okay if Mb hadn't wandered in. But then he did just defiantly eat one of Lies calming flowers. If you hadn't kicked him he probably would have slumped to the floor in a few moments anyway.

[Mb] Fuuuuck. -sarcastically- Thanks for the flower Lie! Getting kicked in the dick would have hurt way more if I didn't feel like someone replaced my bones and muscles with slime block pixels.

[Lie] Unsure sure face as she kinda hides behind CP-

[Doc] Checks on Celine and Yaunfen-

-The two are chasing each other around-

[Doc] Can't help but smile softly. - At least the babies are getting along

[Deer] Finishes the tea and gives it to Lie-

[Lie] - Thank you Deer

[Mb] slides a small sugar cane tune out of his inventory and conceals it under his hand

[CP] Catches a small whiff of the tea and purrs a little before he can stop himself- Fuck!

[Mb] puts a wheat seed in the end of the tube and blows in it. The pip goes flying across the room and pings off Deerheart's butt.

[Deer] Yips-

[Doc] only heard Cp cuss and Deerheart yip- what the fuck?

[snake] -sees the wheat seed and goes over to it to picks it up-

[CP] - There's fucking catnip in the tea!

[Doc] Good call Deerheart. Cp...  Catnip works on people too, it's tasty with mint and makes you feel warm and sleepy

[CP] Grumbles- Fine...  If it helps her nerves...

[Doc] it should.

[Mb] softly snickering-

[snake] -gets closer to mb and throws the seed at him-

[Lie] - Doc, would you be willing to contact Dawn soon?

[Mb] little worm...

[Doc] I tried, it's night out there right now. No one is answering. Let's give them a bit to get up.

[Lie] - Okay, it's just that whatever CP ran into, she might be able to help

[snake] I am a snake worms don't have forked tongues

[Mb] whatever. Beat it before I tell my dragon to eat you.

[Celine] Licks Yaunfen-

[Doc] Notices - aww good thing neither of them have the moisture allergy

[snake] you do and gem is going beat you up -slithers away from mb-

[Mb] ppppppppppth! - he's sticking his tongue out at Snake. So mature.

[CP] - I'm just glad Slender can work dreams too...

[snake] -makes a kazoo noise at mb-

[Notch] in chat- Uh, Doc? Can we borrow you? And maybe Cp as well.... You could use some help around Stevie's house, kind of- now-ish...

[CP] - Do I have to?

[Yaunfen] Baps Celine and then they chase each other around the table-

[Doc] Cripes. I have no idea... - Looks down at Mb- Will you behave while the babies play?

[Mb] I'm too relaxed to give a flying fuck.

[snake] I want to go it sounds like an adventure

[CP] - You two go have fun then

[Notch] Can you hurry please...? Stevie is a bit.. overwrougth right now....

[Doc] You can go with me then. - Xe scoops up Snake and puts them in hir waist pocket.

[CP] Grumbles, on the fence about going-

[snake] -pokes his head out of the pocket- yay adventure!

[Mb] Blaaargh. Why the hell did you make fucking knockout flowers?

[Lie] - They're calming flowers, not knock out

[Mb] Try eating one... you'll feel differently....

[CP] - Fuck it, I wanna root for what ever's scaring my brother

[Lie] - I don't understand why everyone tries eating my flowers...

[Doc] Deerheart, can you watch the... - looks at Mb- children?

[Deer] - Absolutely

[Mb] Fuck you and the deer you rode in on.

[Doc] Stomps up the stairs-

[CP] Follows-

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63. Part 3

I’m such a good friend, I bought these drunk bitches iHop, I walked all the way there to get them this. Seeing as I didn’t drink I am the only one to be alive from the mess they was on last night, I was just watching on. And Olivia has got some shit going on with Kenton, she really be out here kissing other men and I don’t know what the fuck be happening with her, all I know is that we didn’t come home with her, she is elsewhere. I couldn’t be bothered to fight her on coming back with us, I was more concerned on getting the girls that want to not cheat home, I mean for all I know she is here “uh” I froze, she is here and so is this man in this place “my bad” he said pulling his top over his head “my bad?” I repeated, he just left to go out of the door. She is so stupid, why the fuck has she bought this man here, I mean obviously they had sex but this is so bad. I think Kenton and her are having issues, this happened before with them. But the club was boring, for me anyways. I could only just stand around and watch, I couldn’t do anything more than do just that. Mia was like nobody can get near me until she got drunk, I had to get them all out of that club but it was fun, I did have fun being sober and watching them all fall off. I do not miss the cold weather back home, I really want to move here because like imagine all the hot weather we can have everyday. Cassius will tell me fuck off but then again he would do it for me, he spoils me a lot.

Touching my stomach, my stomach is hurting a little bit and I don’t know why. But I think it’s just a cramp “morning” looking behind me “Mia, I got you breakfast” Mia groaned out, leaning down to me and pressed a kiss on my forehead “I love you” she walked off, that is random “why?” That is confusing “because you looked out for us, I was supposed to look out for you. But are you ok?” Getting up from the couch “I am thanks but what the fuck is Olivia on? Why is she bringing random men to the home? I don’t think that was clever, I left her at the club so how did she even get back? She refused to leave” Mia moaned out “she’s a stupid bitch, so Kenton and her are having issues so because of that she is acting out. I told her to stop the bullshit and be there for him, she’s the one that told him she kissed another man at Atlanta and then he went out and fucked another girl and now this, I don’t want to be involved at all. She is playing with fire with these men” Shaking my head, my friend is a mess “I can’t be having that, what if these men she is playing with want to hurt her?” Mia shrugged “she’s going through it” I wish she did it alone, I knew something was off with her because of what she did in Atlanta but they always go through this.

“Come and beat my ass then Kenton! I am hungover and you’re on the phone giving me a headache! Fuck you!” Olivia is awake, she is storming into the living area, she is on the war path right now “fuck him! I swear fuck him, I will text him the address and he can beat my ass!” Amira eyeballed me and I just rolled my eyes “calm down” Mia spoke up “calm down, he fucked a bitch and I did it back and now I’m the bad person” how can she think any of this is ok, what is this girl on “why do it? There has been plenty of times where you have cheated on him, he’s had enough Olivia, just stop! Seriously ruining our time here” I do not want to get involved in this, like this is not my issue and here is Olivia causing this issue for us “anyways, I need to call Cassius. I will be back” walking off, I am going upsatirs and laying down for a while. I need it because my stomach is hurting and also I need to rest, Olivia is the fucking worst right now and is ruining this time away.

Fixing my hair in the camera as I awaited for the facetime to connect, I look awful and I hate it “come on” I said to myself, waiting for the facetime to connect, he is taking his damn time. I hope my baby and him are ok, it finally connected “one second!” Cassius spat and then the phone was thrown onto the bed, I want to see his face. I miss him so much already, maybe I am being dramatic “what’s up? You called!?” Cassius spat “you damn right I did, what are you doing? Show me your face” I demanded, Cassius picked up the phone “I am here, just was getting Cartier. He was running off, well crawling off” I grinned at my phone, look at him “so you both ok without me then?” I pouted at the phone “so you don’t miss me? So you both ok without me?” Cassius shurgged “what you saying Cartier, we good ain’t we?” Cassius jumped onto the bed “we good ain’t we Cartier?” I want to see my son “you’re being mean now, didn’t you miss me? Don’t I look pretty?” Cassius is not even looking at me, he is smiling at Cartier “I will just go and fuck myself then” Cassius looked over at me “what?” now he is looking “I need to go then, I am not wanted as I thought” rolling my eyes “I mean we good” I gasped “right I am going then” forget them “no, no, no Don’t!! I am joking, look we miss you so much” seeing Cartier’ hand, he is climbing on his dad “it’s momma, look” Cassius moved the phone back, oh my gosh I miss my baby so much look at him “Cartier, where is bubzy?” Cartier looked at the phone “hey my handsome baby, hello!” I gushed, Cartier looks so confused as he moved closer “mommy misses you so much” he smiled as his face literally covered the camera “she ain’t there boy, what you doing” Cassius moved the phone “headbutting my phone and shit” Cartier yelped out “you keep yelling, I miss you a lot though but we good, you having fun there? I want you to have a good time too” Cassius is holding the phone so high up away from Cartier, I can’t help but look at my baby climbing all on Cassius “I am happy to see he is content, you both are. This makes me happy” I think this is what stressed me out, I didn’t want Cartier to play up.

I rather sit here and watch Cassius and Cartier, I have seen Cartier bite his dad after he headbutted Cassius. That is probably his fault for annoying my poor baby “any drama yet? Where the girls at? You hiding away from them?” nodding my head “I am, I rather be with you two. Olivia had sex with another man from the club” Cassius raised an eyebrow “y’all went to the club, Cartier stop it” Cassius moved him back “well possibly yes” I forgot I never said it to him “I didn’t know that, so you went too obviously?” ok I totally got myself caught there “I did yes” Cassius licked his top lip nodding his head “aight, I mean that is fine right? You just go there pregnant, when you know places like that ain’t good for you, you’re pregnant” I have moved on but I have forgotten that the thing happened in the club and I lost the first baby “Cassius” I dragged out “I am ok right? I just went there for a while, I was fine. I barely look pregnant, it’s not an issue” he is annoyed with me “but it is Sofia, it is” he repeated “not only did I get you pregnant in the wrong fucking manner you want to go to the club and lose another baby and I won’t be there so then it is my fault, why don’t people just listen to me. It is always my fault, you don’t need to blame me because I do already. Cartier! Stop biting me” Cassius moved him again “it’s fine, you go to the club. Do what you need to do, anyways I need to go” Cassius disconnected the call, well that went well. Dropping my phone onto my lap.

My phone started ringing as soon as I dropped it into my lap, I hope it is Cassius calling me back. Picking my phone up from my lap, this number is random. I mean it is not saved on my phone, let Me answer it anyways “hello?” I said “Sofia! You forgot about me?” It’s Leyton “What number is this?” I questioned Leyton, ringing me on a different number now “this is my number” pulling a face and laughed a little “no, you have that new one and now this? Do you have burner phones?” What is he on “no, this is my only number” my face dropped “uh no, this is not your number. You have a new number you text me on and I sent you pictures of Cartier? Leyton, don’t fucking play me” this is not funny “Sofia, I don’t have a burner phone, this is my number” I feel my whole world is crashing down on me “but I have something to tell you, it’s been so long” Leyton said but I don’t want ot hear it “no, I have to go” I said “wait! Just listen please” I am shaking right now, I have sent pictures to this person “I have moved back to Barbados, I live here now. I did it when Bryce moved back and Celine was treating me different, she said things about you so I decided to come back and I am with mom but..” he dragged out “go on?” Cassius has really been my only concern so I did forget Leyton “it’s mom that has been texting you, she begged me for your number and she has been acting like me to speak to you and to see Cartier” I breathed out, I mean more of a relief then anything because what if I set Cassius up and I didn’t know, if I was full term I would have gone into labour “my god” I breathed out, I am sweating “I didn’t need that” I mumbled “well I am sorry, she has been happy. It’s weird, I shouldn’t have told you but I did” I swear they are about to put me into an early grave, my heart is beating so fast.

I am still trying to gather myself from this, so many things went through my mind and I was being stupid. I am so trusting “are you ok?” Leyton asked again “ok? I swear to god, if I was full term I would be giving birth, oh my god! Literally gave my picture of my child to this person” let me calm myself down “my mind has been everywhere, I have had so much happen to me ok, so it’s mom?” I asked “yeah, she said you are having another baby? You invited me to Christmas” I laughed, I had to laugh because I was inviting an unknown person to my home “I hate myself” I said to myself “so yeah I was” blowing out air “so right, why the fuck does the woman that hate me and I ruined her life want to see my son?” I need to know this “she has got better, mom is so happy here. I came back and I am happy too, being with family. Gran said to her that she needs to be a mother, be happy for you. Gran misses you, we see all the picture of you and Cartier, Gran has put a picture of him up in the home, so mom asked and then begged so I did. She seems happy but she said that you and Cassisus are together still, she loves him. I said I know she does, and I said it to her she will eventually know it is you, well I guess that happened” rubbing my forehead “Leyton, I can’t trust that woman. She has done too much to me, I am so angry that I let that happen” sighing out “I need to gather myself, I am just a mess right now” shaking my head “Sofia, I would never let anything happen to you. I am older now, I will beat any nigga for you. She is sorry, I know she is. I wouldn’t lie to you, she has changed. America is bad, here is better” I smiled a little “you my little brother Leyton, I will always protect you. Are you happy there? Are you in school?” I asked “yeah, Sofia. I was getting in bad things, and Celine scared me. She made me go out at night with her, she said people are bad don’t do it. I was in a gang. I was put in it because I knew Cassius, I am a bad kid but not that bad. I couldn’t escape it and then Celine was being mad mean to me but she said she did it to get me to come back, I am happy here. I don’t want that, but they wanted me to be. It’s because I knew Cassius, I enjoyed the respect but not that” nodding my head closing my eyes, Celine did something good for a change “fine, look I need to go. I need to think. I will call you later” disconnecting the call, I have a headache now.