#(-chris being down on himself over l+t but this is SO much more important)

[uniiiquehecrt]

"Thor as a character was super tricky to adapt […] but [Chris Hemsworth] and Ken Branagh figured out how to transcend, make him somehow relatable but godlike. Hemsworth is, in my opinion, the most complex psyche out of all of us Avengers. He's got wit and gravitas, but also such restraint, fire, and gentleness." — Robert Downey Jr. ("Vanity Fair": Chris Hemsworth on Fear, Love, Furiosa— And Naming a Son After a Brad Pitt Character)

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BANG CHRISTOPHER CHAN ♡ : A TO Z - ( NSFW )

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

well , we all know how caring he is?

he is so dad , caring , like yea daddy ( sorry ksjsk )

ok for real ,

I think he is the type to wait a little bit , to let you both calm down , holding you into his arms

after cleaning you up

he’s gonna be soft with you

treat you right huh

little caresses and all

he is so affectionate , he’s so adorable ,, I want to hug him forever 

*crying session is open*

I definitively can see him wanting to cuddle you afterwards

he would lay his head on your chest at first , wanting you to play with his soft curly hair

NATURAL CURLY HAIRED CHAN SUPERIOR , BARE WITH ME

after awhile , he would put your head on his chest and his turn , he would play with your hair

holding you close with his hand on your waist until you both fall asleep

c u t e .

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Well , before I start ,,

Chan said he loves his dimples when he smiles ,, well same

SO

I think Chan’s favourite body part are his dimples and his whole body? I mean I don’t really know, and I can’t really explain , but the fact that he works out and take care of his body ,,

he prob likes his arms aswell ( anyways , I do )

For his partner , he’d prob likes ,, oh no ,, loves your thighs , the skin so soft , smooth  ( so sexc sksj ) ,, he loves the fact that they’re not too slim and skinny . He also likes your plump lips , so kissable and soft and your tummy uwu

knowing Chan , I bet this boy loves every parts of your body

I know y’all don’t care , but

I love Chan’s veiny arms , his hands omfg choke me daddy , his cheeks , his hair , his smile omg, well … EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM ! His dimples are my weakness bye.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

not the greatest taste?

but more liquidy and not sticky gross

so I-

I think it’s fine to swallow it?

he thinks it’s hot when you do this

but he’s not the type to want you to do things that make you uncomfortable

If you don’t want to swallow it , then don’t do it

If you want to , just do it

you’ll just make him moan at the sight before him

he likes loves to cum inside

it’s his fav place

when he doesn’t cum inside you

he would cum on your thighs ( because he loves them asf )

and your stomach too

but not on your face

you both find it gross so it’s a big no no

and it’s more embarrassing than sexy so , NO

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

chan is actually pretty open about his kinks?

he’s a dom ( we all know it jk )

act like he knows what he’s doing

but sometimes it’s not the case

actually there is one thing he’ll probably never admit

he acts like he wants to do all the job

the one who control

but daddy he wants to feel special sometimes

that’s why he f loves when you want to take control

he’d act like he doesn’t want to , but boy inside is burning with excitments & anticipation

I also think chan is the type to use your underwear when he jacks off

the thought of you in them, really turns him on

he’s just a bit ashamed to steal some panties of yours he loves a lot

ohh and he really wants to try fingering you in a public place

like in a restaurant? , library

He’s nervous about bringing it up tho. It’s a thought that he jacks off to sometimes

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

not really experienced.

chris is super hot , well build , really charming , polite and all

let’s just say perfect ( I’m not even exaggerating )

everyone want to get in his pants

but

I’m pretty sure chan is a virgin ,,

I mean , he prob just saw a few porns

my boy is really intelligent so

he just learn very fast skjsl

but yea ,,

and plus , he was a trainee since he was young , 14?

being under jyp had its own restrictions

and I don’t think he needed that and he had time for that

busy man *sigh*

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. will probably include a visual)

I don’t think he is very demanding

chan is someone very simple , understanding , he’s just not complicated

not someone hard to please

so I think ,

he enjoys the traditional one ( lmao ) missionary?

he also enjoys doggy style too

he can pulls on your hair to lift you up and have your back against his chest

in this position he can put his hand on your stomach and your neck to slighty squeeze it

AND

he loves when you ride him

boy gets harder than he was ,, as hard as a rock

is that possible??

this position makes him horny asf

he finds it f hot

he loves the fact that he can see your pretty face making yourself feels good

with this position he can see your face when you orgasm

he can easily kiss your neck , make hickeys

he can holds you and yea ,,

he can do a lot of things with this position ( hell yea )

but like I said chan is a super easy person to please

missionary is his fav one

he actually finds it very confortable for the both of you

very soft in a way and romantic

making love uwu

depends of the situation obv;)

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Chan is a goofy person

I mean is so giggly most of the time

ma babey!!!

he loves to tease , oh yea he does

he can be the type to laugh during sex , if you make a joke ( yea why not lmao )

if you’re uncomfortable , he’d try to make you feel better

so he’d try to make jokes ,if his first option of consolling you doesn’t work

if you guys feel like laughing , you’ll do

looking into your eyes and smiling at each other

c u t e

ngl he can get pretty serious

again , it depends of the mood

when he’s frustrated , angry , tired..

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I’m pretty sure

he is not bare down there ,,

veeeryy well groomed

doesn’t shave it all off, simply trims, all nice and neat

the amount of hair isn’t too crazy

armpits shaved , he feels more confortable and clean

guys , this boy armpits is cleaner than my whole face tf

happy trail shaved since

TOO MUCH TUMMY FLASHES

but wants to keep his happy trail ,, maybe??

ughhh I want him to keep it bcs damn this is so hot

please hear me out daddy chris

i want to suck hug him

but honestly I feel like

he can go natural when he has the choice?

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

he is so caring

so very romantic

he is a passionate man and he shows it through many ways

we all know it

ahhh I love this man sfm

but sometimes he can be rough

not too much but it depends of his mood

I mean he is daddy so sometimes he feels like he have to show his daddyness lmao i just cringed help me ughhh

he feels like he have to show his dominance sometimes

but when I say rough

it’s not something really wild x)

even when he’s rough

he controls himself

and make sure to check if you’re alright

tbh rough sex happends very very very rarely

but it makes it more special ,, x)

he cares a lot about you

i think he’s more into vanilla sex

yeaa I’m sure he is sooo into it

I mean c u t e

I mean I want him to make love to me!! lord forgive me

he is naturally sweet and adorable so

lord I’m so in love with this man <3

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

he doesn’t do it often

only when he really is alone

especially if you are not around

when he’s really frustrated he also tends to jack off

and one of the reasons why he doesn’t really masturbate

it’s just because he’s constantly around the boys

and my boy is a really hardworking man

well , like I said before he doesn’t do it often

probably once or twice a week? Or not at all the week

it’s when he really needs some reliefs

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

chris is kinky , PERIOD .

y’all can’t deny it

• daddy kink for sure , no doubt ahah

he said it himself sooooo

he’s daddy material tho lmao

he gets turn on when he is being called daddy sometimes

if you call him daddy in public he will get a light boner for sure

guess what will happen next;)

BUT it’s not a need !

he doesn’t want to be called that every time you guys have sex

•maybe roleplay

teacher x student / doctor x patient or stuff like that ( I think he can prob play both, that boy is a switch )

I think he’s definitively not into hardcore bondage ( sorry ) but doesn’t mind to blindfold you

•edging : giving and receiving

he loves the way he can make you whine and scream when he’s overstimulating you

BUT that is only for pleasure and not for torture

•praise kink: giving and receiving

he thinks it’s somehow important

•biting kink : both giving and receiving

he likes feeling you bite down on his skin when he fucks you

he also loves it when you moan out for him as he nips at your skin

thinks hickeys are sexy ( and tf yes they are )

•so marking kink: giving and receiving ,,

it makes him horny when you give him hickeys out of nowhere

and he loves it when you do it while he makes love to you

but most of time he is the one giving them to you

loves leaving hickeys and little bruises on your hips , neck , collarbones , stomach and thighs ( your whole body should be decorated by his soft lips skjsk )

having hickies and love bites on his neck and collarbones

he loves his back being scratched

likes seeing the scraches on his back in the mirror

oh my gosh imagine what it looks like when he takes a shower ,, the water cascading over the red marks omg help me I’m-

since I think he likes thighs ( idk why but yea)

•THIGH RIDING is a big YES

his muscular thighs!!

he likes it when you wear strockings // it’s so fucking hot

•impreg kink tho it’s so sexy and cute damn <3

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

chan is not picky , he’s a simple guy

the bedroom is perfect

why? because it’s confortable

AND secure , intimate

it’s somehow warm and all

but the rest of the house is ok tho

kitchen ( but very rarely bcs you guys feel like it’s not very hygienic but it happens only when one of you are reaaaaaaaaaaaaaally horny and impatient)

living room : couch , carpet ,, shower sex is one of his fav

bath sex with chan is a concept

he’s not into public places

he wants thing to be confortable and intimate ,, that’s why he prefers doing it at home

Or maybe omg

s t u d i o

one of his fav for sure!!

he loves having sex with you in his studio ,, hot

having you riding him slowly

or cockwarming while he’s working ( arg stop me )

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

kisses by his ears and down his neck

his ears seem to be really sensitive hehe

he really likes when you trace his veins with your fingertips ( it also turns you on , ugh it’s like i’m talking about me *moan * )

seeing you in his clothes really turns him on aswell

when you stroke his hair , like when you’re sitting on his lap and run your fingers through it , pulling at the strands a little ( goosebumps kskjs)

but ngl he can get turn on by you whatever you do lmaao

just smile , just breath , boy is turn on ( jk .. unless ahah)

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything that involves bodily matter or fluids that are not sperm or vaginal fluid

he does not like degradation , it’s a big NO !

He would never ever degrade you! He likes and respect his girl too much to talk down to her ,, chan is a gentleman . He expects you to treat him the same btw

AH!! sharing you sexually . Don’t even think about it

things like threesomes and all, aren’t his thing

anything that involves violence too

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

he f loves it when you go down on him kissing him from his neck all along his collarbones , abs ,, running your hands on his torso

it pleases him to hit the back of your throat ,, but stay careful to not hurt you

he loves the sight of you inbetween his legs

he likes threading his fingers through your hair ,, pulling at it a little

but my man chan is one of the few blessings on this planet

he equally loves both : giving and receiving

he likes pleasuring you ,, looking at you from between your legs seeing you rolling your eyes in the back of your head , throwing your head back

seeing the way your eyesbrows frown , biting you lips

seeing how you clunch at the sheets , and pulling at his hair ,,making him moans at the sensation and at how sexy you look like

oof this is so sexy I want to disapear helpsk

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)

he can be rough y’know not really hard and fast but yea it depends of his mood

he is the one controlling the pace

even when you ride him , he’d place his hands on your waist/ hips to guild you

but I think he’s more into sensual things

he’d be slow and sensual

really slow when he wants to tease the sh^t out of you

he’d be gentle obv

y’know into vanilla sex

Idk why people think he seems to be into really rough things but I DON’T THINK it’s actually the case

my babie is so soft behind all those muscles uwuuuu

Q= Quickie ( Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex and how often? )

No, quickies mainly have to be done in a risky area and that freaks him out so no

plus he hates feeling rushed.

he’s not the biggest fan but he def. won’t turn you down if you suggest it

he won’t push you away for sure

He finds it kinda hot because it mainly means you are needy for him.

Would rather have proper sex. He likes taking his time so quickies aren’t ideal.

On the very unlikely occasion he’d go for a quickie it would definitely have to be in a place he would never get caught

R= Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?)

He is not that risky, he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you or to get caught in a sexual act

He has his own boundaries

He is prob open to try new things

he just needs to be convinced first but mainly just to tease you. He wants you to give him reasons

ngl i think he doesn’t know a lot of different kinks and stuffs so he is probably quite open for experimenting ,, curious boy

As long as none of them involve pure pain and violence he’s good.

S= Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

I don’t think I really need to write something for this one? He has a good stamina and can last a long time. I think he starts really slow at the beginning and then uses more force and speed after a while .

SO all night bcs of his crazy stamina , I mean he is pretty athletic so , but again DEPENDS of the day and mood

making love all night , taking his sweet time my fucking heart is beating so fast omgg

doesn’t get tired easily i think ; I mean boy can’t even fall asleep irl

BUT don’t get me wrong he can go for rounds but makes time to appreciate your presence and enjoy having conversations with you , y’know?

So prob tried to not go too crazy bcs he wants to spend time with you afterwards get me

If i have to say the numbers of rounds i’d say 3-5 rounds max . Again , it would depends on his mood and pace

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Definitely NOT a toy user

he’s not into it at all

a vibrator is what he will use ONLY if you ask him to ( I think you must really insist if you want it )

he def prefers tease you with his fingers , cock but not objects

it’s skin against skin for him ,bye.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

lmao we all know he is a fcking tease

sometimes , I think it comes to him naturally and it’s apart of his personality

he finds it so cute when you’re frustrated ,blushing and super shy ahah ( my body is burning just thinking about him teasing skjls)

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

L O U D.

I mean , please listen to 3RACHA songs , he’s pratically moaning ( that’s so sexy tho *moan*)

deep , or high pitched ( lord help me ) soft grunts

moans , groans , breathy moan ( does not scream that’s it )

please just imagine when he’s getting close and makes those sounds

( i’m the one horny rn , brb imma fix my problem lmao )

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

he loves to hold your hand while you two are having sex ( uwu I’m so in love )

enjoys strip teases. Whether it’s giving or receiving ( lord , imagine him getting rid of his clothes slowly and looking straight into your eyes , biting his lips .. I’M NOT OKAY!!)

loves it when you hold his head while he gives you oral , pulling at his locks

fucking loves buying cute and sexy ( not vulgar ones) lingerie sets for you

not necessarily for sex , he just loves admiring the way you look in black or red lingeries ( or even pastel colors )

he just lives for the moments when you dress up for him , only for him

like knowing he’s the only one who sees

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

long and thick. veiny

6-7 inches

( please i just took a ruler to look at the length , the way i moaned i’m-)

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

normal?, average. 1-3 times a week

but he doesn’t need to have sex every week to stay satisfied

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

depends on how long you two were having sex

of course after a proper after care.

but would rather hold you for a moment , talking with you , making you laugh and smile. It means a lot for him , want to enjoy the warmth of your bodies against each other.

c u d d l e  to sleep. uwu cute

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[idy-ll-ique]

Dogs.

Pairing: Chris Evans x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Requested: Nope

Summary: Y/N and Chris meet at the garden when their dogs take a liking to each other. Can the same be said for Y/N and Chris?

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! I already posted this on my old account... which is gone (RIP) so I'm posting it again over here! Enjoy!

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"Zeus! Zeus, honey, get back!" Y/N sighed as her cute little dog chased butterflies in the garden. She sat down on a bench, tired. Zeus would get to her soon. Zeus, if you didn't know, was a female dog. A bitch, if you will. She had just jokingly decided to name her that but Zeus liked it so much, she wouldn't answer to any other name. "Dodge! Dodger! Come back!"

Yes, celebrity sightings in this garden were a lot more common than you think. When someone sat next to her, Y/N looked at the person. Chris Evans sat next to her, drinking some water. When he noticed that his bottle was empty, he sighed. He was feeling extremely thirsty. Y/N noticed that and looked at her own water bottle which was untouched.

"Would you like some water?" she offered, holding it up.."Thank you so much!" He sent a grateful smile her way as he drank the water. After that, they sat in silence for a while. Chris stole a glance at her. "So, which one is yours?" he asked slowly. "The one playing with your dog," Y/N laughed. Chris looked at her. Y/N was smiling at the place where Zeus and Dodger were together chasing butterflies.

No, Chris, she's a stranger! he thought. But she gave you water! That's not called being a stranger, water is the most important component of your life, his conscience scolded him. "So, what's your name?" Chris asked the pretty lady sitting next to him. "I'm Y/N Y/L/N, delighted to meet you," she said, turning to give him a small smile.

The two dogs returned to their owners after successfully getting themselves tired by chasing insects.

"Dodger likes you." Dodger was happily barking as Y/N ruffled his hair. "Zeus likes you, it seems," Y/N chuckled when she saw Zeus snuggling into Chris' leg. The owners quickly tied their dogs on leash and stood up with their belongings. When they tried to take their dogs away from each other, the dogs whimpered.

"It's okay, Zeus, I'm sure we'll meet Dodger again soon," Y/N cooed at her dog. Then she looked at Chris. "Yes, of course, we will." He smiled at her. She grinned as Zeus dejectedly started following her. "Y/N wait, give me your number so we can make plans!" She turned around. They exchanged numbers and in the meantime, Zeus and Dodger exchanged goodbyes.

After that, Y/N and Chris parted ways. The reason Zeus and Dodger had bonded so much was that they were... they're dogs... male, female... figure it out. They were dogs, they didn't care about love. Breeding was more important to them, unlike humans.

After Y/N had reached home, she first kept all the stuff away and prepared food for Zeus. Zeus, meanwhile, was lying in front of the door with a sad face.

"Oh don't worry, you big baby, you'll meet Dodger soon enough," Y/N said, "Hopefully," was added under her breath. Zeus looked up. She whimpered and Y/N's heart went out to her dog. "Aw, it's okay, eat. You'll feel better," she chuckled, cuddling up to Zeus as Zeus ate.

"Dodger, cheer up, I can't see you like this," Chris sighed once he was home. Dodger, like Zeus, laid down in front of the door with a whine. Chris had the same idea as Y/N and prepared some food for Dodger. He kept his bowl in front of him and Dodger looked up. "That's my boy," Chris said fondly as Dodger started munching on the food. Both the dogs felt better after eating, but they still missed their best friend.

Chris, not bearing to see Dodger like that, called Y/N. Y/N was doing the laundry when her phone rang from the living room. Zeus barked. "Don't worry honey, it might be mom," Y/N chuckled, going to the living room to get her phone. When she saw Chris' name, she got confused. "Hi," she answered the call.

"Hey, I just wanted to ask, is Zeus doing okay?" His question didn't frighten her, nor startle her. "She wasn't but I gave her food, now she's fine. She still misses Dodger, though," Y/N chuckled.

"Good, I was just wondering if you'd come to the garden tomorrow, too," Chris asked nervously. "Of course, I take Zeus there every day, it's her favourite place," Y/N replied. "That's good, I'll be there tomorrow, whatever timing's convenient for you," he smiled, relieved. "6?" she asked him.

"Yes, that'll do. Bye, see you tomorrow!" He hung up the phone and turned to Dodger, who was watching intently.

Y/N kept her phone away and turned to Zeus, who was watching her intently. Both Chris and Y/N got smiles on their faces at the same time.

"Tomorrow you're meeting Zeus."

"Tomorrow you're meeting Dodger."

Both dogs simultaneously let out a happy bark, making their owners 1000 times more happy than they already were. Y/N went to do her laundry again and Chris went to see the TV with Dodger. As Y/N was putting her clothes in a dryer, she realized something.

"Oh, God, is this a date?" she groaned. Meanwhile, Chris had realized the same thing too. He freaked out, he had just asked her on a date! "Doing it for Dodger. Not myself," he mumbled under his breath.

"I'm doing it for Zeus, not myself," Y/N reminded herself and took out the dry clothes from the dryer. She then went to her room to iron them.

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The next day dawned way earlier than either of them would have wanted. Y/N's biggest concern was the media seeing Chris and her together.

She didn't want hoards of angry fans at her doorstep attempting to murder her for having a goddamn date with Chris Evans. She hated the media for posting mindless things like those.

Chris' concern, meanwhile, was not that he didn't want to be seen in the media with her, it was that he didn't want the media to notice her in the first place.

Since the garden was a popular spot for celebs with pets, paparazzi and reporters were always roaming around. And they always printed the wrong sorts of news. He didn't want Y/N to be in a bad light because Hey, did you see that girl with Chris Evans? Yeah, she's such a bitch, I mean, I'm more beautiful, obviously, why doesn't he notice me?!

He had fans like that.

Y/N was obviously more beautiful than any other girl, any other celebrity he had ever seen. Kind, generous, polite, good looking, intelligent… What more could he want? She also had a dog. That was a bonus for him. She treated her dog so well, so kindly, as if it was her firstborn child. Chris could see why Dodger was attracted to Zeus.

He could say the same about himself being attracted to Y/N. She was nice, why the hell couldn't he date her? He would date her and proudly so, okay? "Come on Dodge, we're going to meet Y/N and Zeus!" Chris called out, tying his shoelaces. Dodger came running from the living room.

He waited patiently as Chris quickly tied the leash to Dodger's collar. Y/N was tying a leash to Zeus' collar while she excitedly jumped around. "Okay, baby girl, here we go," Y/N took a deep breath and wore her goggles, opening the door. As soon as the door opened, Zeus attempted to run.

Y/N somehow managed to lock the door when she lost control and Zeus ran, pulling Y/N behind her. Y/N laughed as she ran behind Zeus. They reached the park at 2 minutes to 6 o'clock. They walked in and looked around, Y/N trying to find Chris. She saw him sitting on a bench, far away.

He was checking his watch, Dodger sitting by his leg, wagging his tail. Zeus, when she saw them, ran. Y/N, naturally, ran behind her.

When Chris heard her, he looked up and nearly dropped his phone to the ground. That happy laugh on Y/N's face could make stone-hearted people smile. Y/N, once she was by Chris' side, stopped and took the leash off of Zeus. Chris did the same with Dodger and the two happy dogs took off.

Y/N collapsed on the bench next to Chris, taking deep and heavy breaths. Then, she realized she had forgotten her water bottle. She groaned. "Y/N, everything alright?" Chris asked with concern. "Zeus... made... me... run... all th... all the way up... to here," she wheezed, coughing.

"I feel like you should drink water," he said, patting her shoulder. She was wearing track pants and a loose t-shirt, same with Chris. "I... forgot... my... bottle," she coughed more, sitting up straight. She felt better, but not without water.

"Here. I brought extra, just in case." She accepted his bottle, thanking him. When she drank the water, she felt better. "Thank you so much, Chris," she said, a grateful smile on her face. "A date helps a date." When she heard those words, Y/N looked at Chris with a look of disbelief on her face.

Her eyes wide and her jaw dropped. Chris chuckled. "I realized yesterday, what a date-like situation it was. Couples always bring their dogs for a walk," he shrugged, giving her a lopsided grin. "I didn't think you'd want to acknowledge this as a date," Y/N laughed, running a hand through her shoulder-length hair. Chris was sporting his iconic Captain America beard and long hair.

If you had a chance to see them, they looked so much like a couple you would've thought they were married. They started talking about general things, like what they do, where they live, their hobbies, favourite this, favourite that, blah blah blah.

After a while, as both of them got engrossed in their talks, Y/N noticed that Chris' watch said 8. They spent two hours just talking.

"Chris, it's getting late, I should go," she smiled sheepishly. "Oh, it's 8 already?! I have to head home too," he chuckled and they stood up. "Where are Dodger and Zeus?"

They looked around, panicking because they couldn't find their dogs anywhere. There were still people in the park, so they weren't worried much. "You go there, I'll go there," Chris said, pointing towards the left and right.

Y/N nodded and they left to find their dogs. Y/N was the one who found them. When she found them, she smiled broadly and took a photo. Then she called Chris. "Y/N! Did you find them?" She smiled softly. She told him where she was and once he got there, both of them smiled at their dogs. Zeus and Dodger were sitting under a tree sleeping peacefully.

They were curled up next to each other in a small bundle of fur. Chris put an arm around Y/N's shoulder and she turned to look at him. "They look so happy. You should bring Zeus over some time," he whispered, not looking at her. She nodded and looked down at Zeus and Dodger. They gently woke the doggos up and took them home, both the dogs following their owners in a sleepy stance.

At the garden gate, "I guess I'll see you later."

"See you later, Chris," Y/N replied in a soft voice. In the flow of the moment, Chris quickly leaned in, gave Y/N a kiss on her cheek and left with Dodger. Y/N kept standing in her spot, had Chris Evans just kissed her? She shook her head, sensing many more moments like those to come.

She wasn't even bothered.

She was excited.

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A/N: Hello, I hope you liked it! Leave a like if you did :)))))))

[unironicduncanstan]

the “Tangodeltaindia” blog explained,

aka my brain has cringe spots on it and needs to be inspected by the FDA

hi my names randi/uni and i created a total drama island themed ARG two months ago on a whim that almost no one interacted with bc i started off way too niche and difficult, so i kinda just went increasingly off the rails because i knew most likely no one was monitoring my posts and i could just make a real cursed hidden tomb that could one day be discovered by someone in a goonies esque unveiling. but then i got lice and now im sad and uncomfortable so i’m just gonna explain the entire damn thing in one shot. its absolutely batshit and theres a reason no one uncovered it ok here we go;;;

first of all the name. its so stupid but. ‘tango delta india’ = ‘tdi’ in the NATO phonetic alphabet. it just felt like a funny place to start that implies its gonna be a puzzle blog idk,

moving on to the actual content tho; some of the earlier posts mean p much nothing and were just an attempt to draw people in, such as the mr coconut ‘like if you agree’ or the ‘let him inside hes cold’ posts. 

then theres the cipher (x). it was posted shortly after the height of the ‘using total drama reference pictures to make an alphabet’ meme. in case anybody didnt see that; for a while it was a joke in the fandom to take the transparent references of total drama characters, and line them up, using them like hieroglyphics to make translatable pictures. its supposed to correspond to the alphabet, based on the first letter of their first name. an example could be, alejandro = a, bridgette = b, and so on. there was no solidly set alphabet amongst the fandom though, it was self explanatory most of the time so i made my own solid personal cipher key for that blog to make the whole thing easier.

NOW ONTO THE FIRST PUZZLE POST,,,, (x). theres a scene, a string of text, the cipher key, and a link to a decoder. the way to decode it all is to plug the characters on screen into the tangodeltaindia cipher key, and then plug That translation into the decoder website, and then finally paste in the text under the photo. 

the website linked is to a Caesar cipher decoder. the Caesar cipher is just a code where the alphabet is assigned to numbers (a=1, z=26), and to encode something with it you can move this pattern however you want as long as you keep the regular sequence of alphabet and numbers. so you could scootch over One letter, and “abc” would now say “bcd”. so on and so forth.

looking at the scene + my own total drama reference cipher, alejandro = A, and the beaver = 1, which gives A1. so you could now follow the link to the website, press ‘decode’, and paste in the text under the picture. the ‘shift’ in the middle is automatically set to ‘7′, or as it shows, a -> h, meaning ‘a’ has been moved over by 7 letters. so if you set the shift to just 1 over, or A1, now you can translate the text. it reads;

“lets start simple. after all, a trail of breadcrumbs begins with a loaf. whats the harm in another long winded fandom meme. another inside joke. and arent you curious whats truly lurking inside?”

edgy! simple! kinda just a test to see if people would do it or not. which they didnt so of course i tried to make it weirder-

puzzle 2; (x) using the exact same translation rules as above. we have alejandro and the snake, which with the tangodeltaindia cipher key means A6. going to the website, putting it in ‘decode’ mode, pasting in your text, and setting the shift to ‘6′ gives you this translation.

“in his eyes are an island. nothing but a dream, born out of going to bed angry. sink or swim.”

this was just hinting around at where the story was gonna go so it’ll make more sense later. something else to note; if you zoom all the way in and look into alejandros eye (’in his eyes’), you’ll see the word ‘Thera’. ~thats a surprise tool that will help us later~

so after this one, there are two non-puzzle posts that are also just hints (i was just tryna see if i could get people hyped), the first is a close up picture of chris with red eyes that simply says “those arent his eyes”, and then a post that says “his real names not chris :)”, they’re again referencing his eyes, and this time further implying theres something fake or wrong about them, or with chris as a person. again, it’ll be explained better later on.

moving on to puzzle 3 (x), another test to see if anyones keeping up (which also failed josdfjsdfkjs), using the same translation rules, dj = a dash or minus, and the snail = 5, “-5″, shift the letter ‘A’ BACK five instead of forward, and you get the simple translation of; “getting harder now.”

puzzle 4 and 5; at this point, there are two images posted within hours of each other that i’ll explain together as they line up. (x) (x)

These are some of the only ones that can be translated from just the tangodeltaindia key directly. They end up a string of numbers, which are latitude and longitude coordinates. The first post, labelled “the lie”, translates into “45.57394802102744, -81.46817207492494″. googling that will take you to maps and show you to a place called Lonely Island in Canada.

The second one, “the truth”, translates into “36.404663113177534, 25.39605673375295″, taking you to Santorini, Greece.

This is where the hints got really out there bc i realized nobody was following along but i still wanted to paint a picture. so this is the set up;;; the idea that the ‘island’ (camp wawanakwa) existing somewhere in canada, is a lie. the ‘true’ location being santorini isnt meant to be taken at face value though. the mythology behind santorini is that a man impregnated a goddess and to escape the wrath of her father (triton), she formed the island (santorini) by having her lover throw clay into the sea, and then she gave birth to her son, Theras, on this island, giving the island it’s Other nickname, Thera.

this is again just a vague implication that the island might not be real at all, or that it was formed through cosmic means.

the next two posts are more non-puzzle hints, the first showing the definition of the word ‘fresh’ (new), and the second being images of total drama backgrounds with no characters and the text reading “they were always empty.” more, admittedly very outlandish implications that the island is some kind of illusion, but again mostly just another try to drag people into the blog.

puzzle 6. (x) this one introduces a new concept to the regular translation rules, some of the characters are laying down. its kinda supposed to imply they’re “dead” and that you need to take their corresponding letters out of the alphabet given on the Caesar cipher page, below the shift. The upright characters translate to “-9″, so you shift ‘A’ back 9 letters. Then remove the letters; “TH-E-R-A-S”, and with those letters taken out, you can finally translate the text.

“he creates life solely to destroy it. to crush it in his hands. he births chaos so that he may have something to control. the power has given him madness. the isolation, arrogance. don't try to stop him, he's already chosen to be unstoppable. his mind is a perfectly crafted prison, one we will all soon be living in.”

this is where the story gets more on the nose. it’s talking about chris, and about him being an unstoppable cosmic force, a diety who can create worlds within his own mind, and he does so maliciously just for power. hes created the campers through mental energy just to torment them. it also hints that his plan is to expand the world of total drama island and engulf the whole universe.

puzzle 7. (x) same as the last puzzle. beaver and moose translate to ‘1-0′ or ten. the characters lying down to remove from the caesar cipher alphabet are “T-U-L-P-A”. this doesnt have anything to do with the modern way some ppl interact with tulpas but just the actual idea of creating thoughtforms, or willing your thoughts into real life creations, referencing how chris has created the entire island and everyone on it solely through his mind. with those letters removed and the shift set forward 10, you get this:

“his psychic power is unfathomable. the reality he bore was just a passing thought. an idea that became so dangerous. he predates the idea of a mind, the minds own ability to recognize itself, his synapses are paradoxically ancient. the island exists only within himself, to torment the souls hes created, and damned from the start. will they ever be free?”

it states that chris is more than a man or even just a diety, hes an all powerful god already, yet he craves more power. the final line, “will they ever be free” is in reference to the campers, which segways into the next arc;;; freeing the campers from chris’ psychic island imprisonment.

puzzle 8. (x) to solve this one you have to translate the top image with the tangodeltaindia cipher key, and add it to the text given, which creates a link. this leads to a PDF, a page from a book written by terence mckenna. he’s a famous ethnobotanist known best for his studies on DMT, the strongest hallucinogenic drug in the world, its also known as the spirit molecule. many people on this drug (without any prior knowledge of this phenomenon) will recount meeting strange fractal beings that can create things in the universe just by speaking them into existence, theyve come to be known as ‘machine elves’, a term coined by mckenna. ill show the most important excerpt from the page;

this is less about the psychedelic drug part and more about the words and ideas, like “punching a hole through a dimension so it pours through” and “if god didnt exist man would invent him”. its more worldbuilding towards chris’ power and cosmic abilities

then come 2 more clues. a picture of chris holding his own body captioned ‘ego death’, and the meaning behind the name ‘chris mcclean’. the latter is another “please look over here” post, but the first is another minor reference to the previous puzzles answer involving DMT and terence mckenna. ‘ego death’ is a term again used with strong psychedelic drugs, its the sensation that your spirit as you know it is literally Dying, and you are instead connected to and a part of everything around you. another reference to chris’ power and how he may look like a man but his body and spirit are connected to the world hes built in unfathomable ways. at this point im cementing the idea that chris mclean is not a mortal man and cannot be fought with mortal weapons

puzzle 9. (x) this one was an attempt to make easier to solve puzzles, and comes with a visual of chris looming over the island. the text is in wingdings, which can be translated through multiple websites found through google. it says;

“s︎o︎o︎n︎ h︎e︎ w︎i︎l︎l︎ s︎l︎e︎e︎p.︎ h︎e︎ w︎i︎l︎l︎ d︎r︎e︎a︎m︎ a︎ n︎e︎w︎ h︎e︎l︎l︎,︎ a︎n︎d︎ t︎h︎a︎t︎ w︎i︎l︎l︎ b︎e︎ o︎u︎r︎ o︎n︎l︎y︎ c︎h︎a︎n︎c︎e︎,︎ t︎o︎ s︎a︎v︎e︎ h︎i︎s︎ c︎r︎e︎a︎t︎i︎o︎n︎s︎,︎ a︎n︎d︎ f︎r︎e︎e︎ t︎h︎o︎s︎e︎ w︎h︎o︎ w︎e︎r︎e︎ n︎e︎v︎e︎r︎ d︎e︎s︎i︎g︎n︎e︎d︎ t︎o︎ b︎e︎ f︎r︎e︎e︎.︎ t︎h︎i︎s︎ m︎a︎y︎ c︎o︎m︎e︎ a︎t︎ a︎ c︎o︎s︎t︎.︎ t︎h︎e︎ n︎i︎g︎h︎t︎m︎a︎r︎e︎ m︎u︎s︎t︎ e︎n︎d︎,︎ t︎h︎e︎ o︎u︎r︎o︎b︎o︎r︎o︎s︎ o︎f︎ h︎i︎s︎ s︎y︎n︎c︎o︎pe︎ m︎u︎s︎t︎ c︎l︎o︎s︎e︎,︎ b︎u︎t︎ i︎t︎ m︎a︎y︎ t︎u︎r︎n︎ o︎u︎r︎ e︎f︎f︎o︎r︎t︎s︎ o︎f︎ s︎a︎l︎v︎a︎t︎i︎o︎n︎ t︎o︎ d︎u︎s︎t︎.︎ o︎u︎r︎ f︎i︎g︎h︎t︎ m︎i︎g︎h︎t︎ e︎n︎d︎ i︎n︎ s︎a︎c︎r︎i︎f︎i︎c︎e︎,︎ r︎e︎n︎d︎e︎r︎i︎n︎g︎ h︎i︎s︎ l︎a︎s︎t︎ i︎n︎v︎e︎n︎t︎i︎o︎n︎ b︎u︎t︎ a︎ c︎e︎a︎s︎e︎l︎e︎s︎s︎ v︎o︎i︎d︎.︎ w︎e︎ m︎a︎y︎ s︎e︎e︎ h︎o︎r︎r︎o︎r︎s︎ t︎h︎a︎t︎ c︎a︎u︎s︎e︎ t︎h︎e︎ s︎t︎a︎r︎s︎ t︎o︎ s︎h︎u︎d︎d︎e︎r︎,︎ b︎u︎t︎ w︎e︎ m︎u︎s︎t︎ t︎a︎ke︎ t︎h︎i︎s︎ c︎h︎a︎n︎c︎e︎.︎ w︎e︎ h︎a︎v︎e︎ n︎o︎t︎h︎i︎n︎g︎ t︎o︎ l︎o︎s︎e︎,︎ a︎n︎d︎ a︎ w︎o︎r︎l︎d︎ o︎f︎ n︎o︎t︎h︎i︎n︎g︎n︎e︎s︎s︎ t︎o︎ e︎n︎d︎.︎ m︎a︎y︎ t︎h︎e︎ s︎e︎a︎ s︎w︎a︎l︎l︎o︎w︎ u︎p h︎i︎s︎ i︎s︎l︎a︎n︎d︎ o︎f︎ l︎i︎e︎s︎.︎ g︎o︎d︎ pr︎o︎t︎e︎c︎t︎ y︎o︎u︎.︎”

this is essentially saying that the island, the campers, werent all just created from his mind, but from his dreams. this confirms that he Sleeps, and claims hes going to sleep again soon, and during that time period theres a chance to kill him before he can dream up another world (or season) to control and torment. its also saying that theres a chance killing him will destroy the island and campers, but that its the only choice we would have to end the cycle. hey guys i am so bored and over the years i have been on every stimulant and anti depressant doctors are legally allowed to prescribe and its still just not quite there yet huh

puzzle 10. (x) the video, the title translates to “the island of his eye”. its just meant to encapsulate everything ive already been hinting around at but with real footage and some audios taken from the show, and again, it was me tryna make some lore that was easy to digest and also terrifying to an audience with no other context. the final images are the only new clues, if you pause fast enough you can barely make out the characters that (paired with the tangodeltaindia cipher key) would say “set them free”, and you can also see an aerial view of what is actually called “the eye of argentina”. it is a real island that rotates atop a swamp, it is geometrically perfect and no one really knows for sure why it rotates the way it does or how it was formed. this clue is simply related back to the idea that the island of wawanakwa’s location is not in canada, and that it does not function like a normal island.

puzzle 11. (x) what td blog is complete without a uquiz? anyways, it doesnt matter how you answer the quiz, theres only one possible result. the title is a link to a mega file, which is protected with a decryption key. the image attached to the result, when deciphered, is the randomly generated key to the unlock the file. the image you see from the file is this; (TW for mentions of self harm and eye trauma)

in case this is too hard to read ill transcribe what it says;

“How to escape the dream - accept that there is no dream to escape, and no you to escape it. - believe in it anyways. - sleep on your back. - cover your eyes. - hide a nail under the pillow. - wait for the ringing. - when you first see him, dont call his name. dont speak. - keep your eyes shut. - on the second night, ask where the camp is. he wont respond verbally. - on the third night, you’ll see his eyes. - on the fourth night, you’ll enter them. - you can’t turn back after the fifth night. - don’t try to hide your fears. he knows them before you arrive. - don’t shut your eyes for too long when it becomes too much. you risk losing them. - find chris mclean. - don’t stop till the nail is through the socket. - repeat on the other side. - repeat on yourself. - congratulations. they are free”

this is, believe it or not, an idea that comes from my very own sleep paralysis experiences. ive dealt with it a lot, so why not make a weird ritual thing for an arg based off it ig. so whenever i’d fall asleep on my back, i’d eventually hear this ringing in my ears (or it’d happen upon waking up), and then the sleep paralysis would begin. i only ‘saw’ stuff a couple times but the fear for me was really more about the overwhelming sensation of pure dread that always came along with it even when i was aware what was happening, and i Always got this feeling too that if i opened my eyes in that moment, something was gonna stab them.

so moving on to how that applies to the arg, the first few lines are about how, obviously, the island is not real, even in the lore being given its a figment of chris’ imagination, but you have to enter it anyways, and the only way to do that is to believe its real. then it tells you how to ‘enter’ that world, (btw i didn’t expect anyone to actually follow these instructions if found, but even if they did, the whole ‘sleep paralysis being caused by sleeping on your back’ thing usually only happens if you’re predisposed to having it and only happens to Some people who have it, so the intent was like. never to bring that upon anybody. but if you are prone to sleep paralysis plz do not attempt even as a joke or anything thx)

the parts about hallucinating chris then are as follows, “ask about the camp / he wont respond verbally” , meaning he will show you through a dream instead, one that might look a lot like the video from before. “on the third night you will see his eyes”, meaning you will see the island but not be able to interact with it, or basically, how we see total drama on tv right now. “on the fourth night you’ll enter (his eyes)” references the island existing ‘within his eyes’, meaning you will enter the actual island. the next night chris will sleep and you will be able to enter the island again and find him. the idea with the nail is that, if you destroy his eyes you destroy the ‘island’ within them. wrapping back around to sleep paralysis, the idea of stabbing yourself with the nail afterwards is because sometimes, the only thing you can move during sleep paralysis is your fingertips and toes, and wiggling those can help bring you out of the paralysis. so at first how i used to wake myself up, but it didnt usually work fast enough so oftentimes id just pinch the shit out of my fingers and use pain to make my muscles start up faster.

the next post is a link to a countdown. again, i knew nobody was rly following at this point, but i wanted a little more build up before just dropping the ending. it was set up to end 5 days after the last post, aka the one that mentioned a 5 night dream ritual.

puzzle 12. (x) going all the way back to the normal multi step translation puzzles. the coloring of the cipher is a bit different, and its missing chris, but its meant to be used the same as it was before, these changes are only for dramatic effect. and chris is gone because well. we mentally offed him in the inception dream land last time. so anyways the snake = 6, shift A to 6, take out the letters “R-I-C-K” of the characters laying in their graves, and you get this translation;

“its almost time. we must now crack open our minds like a crowbar to a sealed chest. like an egg to a pan. to find our way into camp wawanakwa our ego cannot remain intact, and to traverse it we must stay strong. to escape it, we must glue the pieces back together. now we sleep. dream. end the nightmare.”

this is a final message before ‘entering the island’ to kill chris and free the campers from the island. it acts like a pep talk.

the next post is just the countdown ending.

puzzle 13 (the finale). (x)

this post sends you to a new blog entirely, called @awakenfromthenightmare​. there is only one post on it. the post has another link to a mega file, and the link is attached onto a string of text. follow the link by clicking, then copy the text and paste it in as the decryption key. now you have another image to translate with the tangodeltaindia cipher;

when translated, the text is another link to a youtube video. 

 www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ

so there you have it, that video is the ending to the entire arg. it didnt really end the way i wanted at first, i got burnt out from no engagement about halfway through which isnt anybody elses fault, but i still felt this was a well crafted and fitting finale. thank you all for reading.

[fvrxdrm]

City of the Living Dead

Chapter 4

"Leon? Claire?" You began. Your eyelids stretched out as humanly possible after seeing and recognizing them. "What are you doing here?"

*****

Claire was the first to stand up from the blood-tarnished floor, her blue orbs lingering against your form as her brain proceeded to unscramble all of the muddled thoughts. Eyebrows slightly furrowed together and lips parted from one another, she raised her arms and let her fingers meet your denim-clad skin with so much prudence and care as if she feared that all she was seeing was the ghost of her long-lost friend.

"Y/N, is that really you?" Claire spoke, her voice sounding little to none as it trembled and threatened to break. Tears were beginning to form in her eyes and you felt her hands shake against your forearms as she held you.

"Claire", without any other words spoken, Claire pulled you into a tight embrace, a huge sob spilling out from the both of you as you clung to each other closely as if if one of you let go the other would be gone.

"Leon, it's Y/N! She's alive!" The brunette cried out as she turned her head towards the male who was still seated on the floor with his brain still processing what was going on. If Claire hadn't spoken at that moment, he still would've been trapped inside his own head.

He eventually stood up and joined into the hug with an immense amount of tears of his own pouring down his cheeks.

"Y/N, where have you been? We missed you. We thought you were dead!" Leon sobbed out, his voice becoming muffled as the mess of your hair blocked any clearer words from him.

"I miss you, too." The three of you savored the moment, setting aside all of the worries and fears that surrounded the outside world until you finally pulled away from the embrace and grasped each of their hands with your own ones while flicking a few strands of hair away from your face to get a better look at your friends who looked just as wet as you were (A/N: no, not that kind of wet you filthy people). As much as you wanted to relish your reunion more, all of you needed to get out of that hellhole, alive. "Listen, I'll explain everything later, I promise, right after we get out of the city. I found help awhile ago but I got separated from him and I still have to find a detour because an explosion went off to where I came from".

"Okay, but, are you sure this gonna work 100%?" Claire questioned. After what she'd seen in the last forty minutes or so, she was certain that there would be no chance of escape with all the undead roaming around and explosions going off every 10 minutes.

"From what I heard, there's a big chance that we can escape. I think I overheard a train was available or something." A big sigh of relief was inwardly released as the pleasing news filled your friends' ears along with the enthusiasm that was held in your voice, hope suppressing the urge to just lend themselves to the animals that populated the town.

"Okay, but I gotta find Chris first."

"What?"

"He hasn't been home for weeks. Never contacted us either."

"Oh, God.  I'm sure he's fine. We just...we just gotta find him and then we're out of this city." No words were spoken for a moment until the heel of one of your hands was sent to your nose as you felt something trickle from there. You expected it to be a drop of snot from all the crying you've done but once your stained palm was brought into your view, you noticed the familiar crimson-colored liquid spreading against your skin and that's when you immediately panicked.

"Shit! Your nose is bleeding! Hold on, I'll get you something." Leon's left hand gently held on to your arm while the palm of his right hand rested on the plain of your back before guiding you towards the cot that Sherry once sat on while Claire ran to find something to help. You on the other hand, you continued in your attempt to stop the flow.

*****

"Thanks", the bleeding had finally stopped after a few minutes of  just letting a tissue absorb the substance that came out of your nose while Sherry found herself sitting beside you with her short arms wrapped around your torso and her eyes brimming with tears as worry for her savior filled her heart.

"I thought you were going to turn into one of them, Y/N. I don't wanna lose you." Sherry tightened her hold against you before letting her face plant on the side your torso as the tears that she had been holding back finally escaped from their cages. It may had only been an hour since you saved her from being eaten by those hungry creatures outside but the short amount of time was enough to make you an important aspect of her life. Without you, she might've been one of those monsters that lurked outside, mindlessly searching for her first victim, a result of what whoever turned the city into a hellhole had done, and she whole-heartedly thanked you for that.

Your lips curled into a small and gentle smile at how much the little girl cared about you as your hand found itself on top of her head, stroking her messy blonde locks before muttering a response. "Don't worry, Sherry. I will never turn into one of them."

"You promise?"

"I promise." You wrapped an arm around her small body and tenderly caressed her back to comfort her before a soft whisper blew from your mouth. "I don't wanna lose you either."

Tranquility filled the air for a sweet moment while you two engulfed each other's presence even for a small while until it suddenly fell with Claire's mild voice interrupting it.

"I see you met a really sweet girl." She crouched down to get a better look at Sherry as a sweet and kind smile formed against her face before she introduced herself to the said girl. "Hi, my name is Claire and I believe your name is Sherry?" She spoke, the warmth never leaving the sound that came from her throat.

"Y-yeah." Sherry hid her face on the fabric of your jacket again as fear of meeting strangers took over her emotions at the moment.

"It's okay. I'm not a bad person. I'm actually Y/N's friend"

"Really?"

"Yeah, we've been friends since we were in high school." Sherry eventually got over her anxiety as curiosity got the better of her.

"Really? How did you meet?"

"Well..."

Anxiety rose on Claire's brain as she walked down the hallway and observed the students that filled the corridor with her stuff clutched against her chest.

Being a freshman, it wasn't easy to step foot inside the high school she was currently in as number one: you can never presume how much expectations each and every one of the staffs and students have. Number two: no friends. Number three: being the introvert that she was, the massive amount of people that surrounded her was just too much for her. And finally, number four: all of the above.

You see, Claire barely had any friends to talk with for the reason that the last school she went to barely had any people in it. I know, crazy, right? So, she was forced to adapt to the environment that she was in and, thus, making her a little awkward around people.

It wasn't until two juniors approached her table and joined her during lunch did she happen to find somebody, or rather somebodies, to finally call her best friends and then the rest is history.

"And that's how we met Claire." A familiar voice that sounded deeper than Claire's boomed against the walls of the huge hall. The three of you looked up to where the sound came from and surely, you saw Leon adjusting the sleeves of his blue cop uniform.

"Hey, supercop! Looks like you're ready to roll." A small smirk tugged on your lips as your E/C orbs captured the faint blush that joined the tiny amount of freckles that adorned his cheeks. He shook off the random thoughts that plagued his head as he attempted to ignore your comment and just introduced himself to the blonde girl beside you.

"How about you? How did you meet Y/N, Leon?" The girl curiously asked with a small tilt of her head.

"Well, we've been best friends since birth"

"Really? Wow! I wish I had friends like you. My mom never really wanted me to have friends." The little girl's bottom lip stuck out a bit as her gaze dropped down to the floor but you knew better than to let the girl stay blue even for just a single minute. So, you gently lifted her chin up with your index finger and thumb and smiled to lighten her up.

"Don't worry we could be your friends." As soon as you spoke, a huge explosion of happiness and glee replaced the gloom that painted her face and she pulled you into an embrace once again.

"Thank you, Y/N!" You giggled, finally finding a reason to smile and laugh in your world where agony and pain seemed to be the only ones to fill the void.

"Well, I hate to break your moment there but we still got a job to do", the cop you saw earlier, which was named Marvin Branagh and was the lieutenant of the police department, spoke out loud, his focus still on the pocketbook he had been scanning since Leon changed to his uniform. "Come here, you three."

All four of you looked at each other before nearing the severely wounded man with your hands resting on both the little girl's shoulders.

"A cop gave me this earlier before he died and he thought this secret passageway might do the trick", Marvin said as he handed the small book to Leon before the blonde showed us the illustration of the passageway the lieutenant was talking about.

"This is good news. We can get you to a hospital", Leon said but the man just shook his head before uttering out a response.

"No, no, I am not the priority here."

"Lieutenant, we're not just gonna leave you here-"

"I'm giving you an order, rookie!" The sudden roar in the man's voice shocked all of you and it also made Sherry shake in fear as she hid behind you with her hands tightly clutching on your denim jacket. "You save yourself first. I'd come with you, but I'd just slow you down. Now...you'll need this." Marvin stood up front his seat with a grunt and took a sheathed knife from behind him before handing it over to me, the blood that covered his hand now staining the handle of the sharp object. "Don't make my mistake. All of you. If you see one of those things--uniform or not--you do not hesitate. You take it out or you run, got it?" Taking a glance at one another, you eventually nodded your heads with a sigh, the seriousness in his voice giving you the message that what was happening was not to be taken lightly even though you already knew that.

"Okay, we'll find a way to get to this passageway", you spoke, the starting point of your eyebrows curved upwards as you nodded your head again.

"Good. Take care of the little girl, too. I'll just get some rest for now." The man slowly laid himself on the couch with a grunt, more blood oozing from the large bite wound he was covering with his hand the more he made some movements.

"Okay, Claire, is it okay if you stay here with Sherry while Leon and I find all of these stuff?" You spoke as you pointed towards the illustrations of three things that looked very helpful. "These might be helpful."

"Okay, careful, you two."

"Wait, Y/N! I don't want you to die! I don't want you to turn into one of them! Please, stay!" Sherry cried out as she tightly hugged your right leg in hopes of stopping you from venturing through the eerie halls. You crouched down to her height, your hands finding themselves on both of her filthy cheeks.

"I promised I wouldn't turn into one of them, didn't I?"

"Yeah..."

"And I'm keeping that promise. You'll see me again, alive, in no time, okay?" Sherry shred a few tears before her arms wrapped around your neck and she very softly muttered an 'okay' , her tiny voice filling in and soothing your ears.

"Be careful, okay?" Sherry spoke again after letting you go.

"Yes, ma'am." You gave her a salute and a wink before nodding towards Claire and leaving the both of them standing in the room, the sound of yours and Leon's footsteps reverberating across the room.

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Jack’s Friends

Pairing: Chris Motionless x Mom!Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Y/N has a daughter from a previous relationship that is her world and she’s always kept her away from her boyfriends in the past but when things start getting serious with Chris, she decides to introduce the two of them. 

A/N: GUYS I SAW MIW IN CONCERT A FEW DAYS AGO AND THERE ARE SO MANY THOUGHTS (most of them not very PG) RUNNING THROUGH MY MIND ABOUT THESE INHUMANLY ATTRACTIVE MEN SO LOOK OUT CAUSE THERE’S SOME MORE MIW STUFF COMING SOON

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This was a big day. Today was the day that you were going to introduce Chris to your daughter for the first time. You’d been very candid with him about the fact that you had a kid from the beginning of your relationship, knowing that if that wasn’t something he could handle, he needed to leave then and there. It had happened before with other men in the past (including her father). It was a tale as old as time: boy meets girl, girl falls in love with boy and thinks he loves her back, girl finds out she’s pregnant, boy runs away with his drug dealer that he’d been having an affair with for months. Classic. 

Chris was surprisingly okay with the fact that you had a child though. You were terrified to tell him because it had been a long time since you felt about anyone the way you did about Chris and you didn’t want to lose him. With his career and everything, he didn’t exactly strike you as the ready to be a father type (not that that’s exactly what you expected of him but you were thinking long term and, if you stayed together long term, the fact of the matter was that he would be a father figure). 

This was the first time that you’d ever let her meet a boyfriend of yours. She wasn’t even born yet when her father walked out but the last thing you wanted to subject her to was an onslaught of men that may or may not stick around. She didn’t deserve that. 

Chris knew how important this was to you as well. He knew how badly that asshole had hurt you in the past and, quite frankly, he couldn’t figure out how anyone could leave you like that. 

Chris had surprised himself when he’d told you that he was alright with you having a daughter. Kids had never really been something that he ever saw as apart of his plan but after dating you for several months, he knew that you were special, that you were different. After thinking it over for a day or two, he’d decided that he would be willing to still go on with your relationship, even with a child involved. 

That didn’t stop him from being absolutely terrified when he walked up to your front door though. He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. Calm down, she’s literally three. 

But that’s just it. This wasn’t just any three year old. This was your three year old. The three year old of the woman that he was falling harder for than he ever expected to. 

Finally, he rapped his knuckles on the door. He waited, hands in his pockets for you to answer the door but instead of the door opening, he heard you yell from inside, “Wait! Stop! Let Mommy open the door!” Something fell with a thud and you let out a disgruntled sigh. There was hysterical baby laughter and Chris had a feeling it was you that fell. The handle to the door jiggled with little skill and, again, your voice called after the infant, “I said stop! You can’t open the door when you don’t know who it is!” 

Chris tried to stifle his laughter when the door swung open to reveal you with your hair messy from falling inside trying to beat your kid to the front door. “Hi!” You greeted with a wide smile. 

“You okay?” He asked with a chuckle, reaching forward to fix a stray hair that had flipped over your part. 

You rolled your eyes, hands on your hips, “I’m fine. I just need somebody to listen better. She’s started trying to answer the door and my phone when it rings.” You shot a glare at your daughter who had an innocent smile on her face. “Oh, speaking of which,” You walked into your living room and motioned for Chris to follow. You walked over and picked up your small daughter, “This is Y/D/N. Y/D/N, this is Mommy’s friend Chris.” 

“Hi!” Chris greeted with a smile. 

Your daughter flinched away with a shy smile, burying her face into your chest. She was looking at Chris and all of his tattoos, as well as his drawn on eyebrows. You could tell she was trying to figure out who this strange dude in her home was. 

“Sorry, she’s always like this with new people.” You set her down and let her go run off to play with some of her toys. “Dinner’s almost ready if you’re hungry.” 

Chris’s hands returned to his pockets as he nodded awkwardly, “Oh, um sure. I wasn’t expecting for you to make dinner.” 

“Well, I just figured that it was around that time of night and I had to feed Y/D/N anyways. Does pasta sound okay? I made fettuccine alfredo. There’s salad and stuff too.” 

“Yeah, that sounds great. Thank you.” He smiled. You craned your neck back to make sure that Y/D/N was out of the room and when you knew that she was, you reached forward and gripped Chris by the collar of his shirt, pulling his lips to yours in a quick peck. 

“Thank you for coming over tonight. You know, I swear she really is like this with almost everyone. It’s not just you.” You reassured with a laugh. 

He shrugged, “She’s freaking adorable. She must get it from her mom.”

You blushed a deep red. His compliments never ceased to make you feel giddy, even after these last five months. 

The night went on and you found yourselves sitting in the living room on the couch. You leaned back against Chris’s body, his long arms wrapped around your shoulders. Your daughter laid in your lap as you all watched the Nightmare Before Christmas, one of your daughter’s favorite movies and thankfully, one of yours and Chris’s too.

You gently played with her hair while rubbing Chris’s thigh in absentminded circles with the other. 

Just as Jack Skellington made it to Christmas Land, your daughter twisted in your lap and leaned back on her knees, “Momma, popcorn please?” She widened her eyes and blinked dramatically in an attempt to mimic the begging puppy dog eyes she’d seen in a cartoon once. 

“You know what? Popcorn does sound pretty good. I’ll go make some real quick.” You announced, standing up from your place on the couch. 

“Do you want me to pause the movie?” Chris asked, sitting up straighter until you put your hand up. 

“Oh no! I’ve seen it dozens of times. You guys enjoy. I’ll be right back.” You disappeared into the kitchen and put a package of popcorn in the microwave. While it popped, you thought back to Chris who’s obvious nervousness about meeting Y/D/N had faded away so quickly. They seemed so comfortable with each other now. Some part of your brain that housed your fantasies could almost say you felt like a family with an actual father in the picture. 

The beeping of the microwave drew back your attention to the popcorn and you poured that bag into a bowl, adding another bag just for good measure (you could never really have too much popcorn, right?). 

You went to make your way back to the living room when you stopped in your tracks, admiring the scene taking place from afar. Your daughter was sitting on Chris’s lap as if they’d known each other forever, pointing at the colorful marks all over his skin. “What’s this?” She asked, grabbing his hands and trying to read the letters on his knuckles, “L-O-S-...” She struggled to find the name for the next letter. 

“T,” Chris helped, “See,it keeps going onto my other hand too. It says Lost Boys.” 

Your daughter looked confused, “Lost Boys? Why are they lost?” 

Chris laughed an adorable laugh that dang near could have gotten you pregnant again just from hearing it, “It’s a movie actually. It’s all about vampires.” He feigned a spooky voice and reached forward to tickle her. 

A high pitched laughter filled the room, “Like the vampires in Halloween Town!” She exclaimed excitedly. 

“Yeah, I guess! I also have some ghosts over here and jack-o-lanterns.” He pointed to other parts on his arms and neck. 

Your daughter looked at him with adoration, “Wow, you have all of Jack’s friends!” Then she gasped, “Are you one of Jack’s friends!?”  

A look flashed in Chris’s eyes that was soft and happy. It’s not that he was usually a dark angry person all the time anyways but seeing him your daughter was different. You couldn’t believe how well they were getting along. Not that you were worried about Chris but after everything with her biological father, you couldn’t say that you weren’t exactly scared of introducing men to her. “Y’know, I wish I was one of Jack’s friends! Living in Halloween Town would be so cool. It would be Halloween all the time!” 

“We could have Halloween candy all the time!” 

That was your que to step in before he got her too much more riled up, “Okay, okay, scoot over! Mommy wants her friend back!” You laughed, setting the popcorn on the table and reaching down to readjust you and your daughter. 

Before you could grab her though, she clung to Chris’s neck, “No! He’s my friend now!” 

Chris’s eyes got wide at the sudden embrace but he grabbed her in a hug nonetheless, “Yeah, sorry Mommy, we’re friends now.” He mimicked, holding onto her tightly, big smiles on both of their faces. 

You feigned offense, “Y’know what?” Without warning, you reached down and scooped her up, spinning her around to sit on your lap while you resumed your position of leaning against Chris’s chest, “Haha, got you!” You held her tightly with one hand while you grabbed the popcorn with the other to distract her with. 

“Ladies, there’s enough of me to go around!” Chris joked, his arm snaking back over your shoulders. Giving him an exasperated look, you reached into the popcorn bowl and threw a few pieces at your boyfriend. 

Soon the three of you were settled into each other’s arms again and you were all happily watching Lock, Shock, and Barrel kidnap Santa. Beneath you, you felt Chris shift and hand rubbed small circles on your shoulder. Y/D/N was asleep on your lap and for once you felt like maybe you could let a man back into your life like this.

For the first time in forever, things felt right. Chris looked comfortable around you. The real you with toys scattered around your house and hair a mess from chasing your three year old. He seemed comfortable around your daughter, the light of your life and the one thing that mattered most to you. 

Looking up at him, his strong, handsome face outlined with tattoos and dyed black hair, you thought that maybe you might even be able to say that you loved him. You knew you felt it but it was hard to admit, hard to tell him and let him in like that. But now that he met Y/D/N and things went well, maybe, just maybe, things would work out this time.

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Alone, Together | Chapter 34 | Morgan Rielly

A/N:  Some might consider this a little bit of a filler chapter, but I actually think it’s a really important piece in establishing Bee as a person.  Anywho...hope you guys enjoy!  The next two chapters they are back in the West Coast, so you know what that means..........😇

It was going to take a while for Bee to comes to terms with the fact that two of her best friends were leaving Toronto.  In the past ten days, she had tried to feel less selfish about the situation – how it affected her and how her life would change, how sad she was about it and how she was going to cope with it – and instead focus on the positives – how Tyler being in Ottawa would be a good leadership opportunity for him on a young team, and how Naz being traded to Colorado meant he would still be on a Cup-contending team.  She tried to think about the positives for Ashley, too – how Denver was a beautiful city to raise a family in.  How the media would still be loud but much quieter than the media in Toronto.  How she’d probably be able to check her Instagram and not have DMs flood her inbox or have bunny blogs gossip about her shopping habits at Holt Renfrew based on information they heard from their sister’s friend’s brother’s girlfriend’s hairstylist’s dog walker’s niece who saw her buy her second Yves Saint Laurent bag of the month.  

It would be okay.

Bee had to believe it would be okay.  Because if any doubt arose in her about the situation, she’d have another crying episode like she did that night of July 1st, where Morgan had to hold her all night, assuring her that everything would be okay, giving her the only answers he could.  She kept trying to think of the positives.  She didn’t do things to distract herself from the situation – she genuinely internalized the reality of the situation and tried to see the positives as much as possible.  It would make her feel better, she thought, about everything.  And Morgan – bless him – was helping as much as he could.  He knew better than anybody that it wouldn’t be easy for her, and so he took it upon himself to ease the pain.  No small feat.  But he did, because he loved her, because he wanted to see genuine smiles and laughs from her instead of forced happiness.  He started a countdown to their vacation to Vancouver.  He told her about how nice Tyson Barrie and Alexander Kerfoot (Kerfy, apparently) were, and how she’d like them.  How Kerfy was already a good friend because they had grown up together and played together in Vancouver.  He bought her bigger bouquets of flowers.  They got ice cream more often.  He let her cuddle into him however and whenever she wanted, and let her fall asleep on his chest with their limbs entwined and he’d carry her to bed, holding her in his arms the entire time.

Despite the emotional minefield that was July 1st, in the following days, she managed to register herself to write the first exam for her CFA certification in December, and she passed her driving test.  She was officially a G2 class driver.  Life had to move on.  It always did.  The only thing constant is change.  

So when Morgan told her to get in the car, because he was going to take her somewhere, that it was a surprise, she was excited to.  The last time he did so they ended up in Muskoka making love for an entire weekend.  She even offered to drive there, but he said that wouldn’t be necessary, because it would spoil the surprise.  So she hopped in the passenger’s seat.  They got on the highway.  And they travelled north.  Like, really north.  North of the city, to the suburb of Vaughan, where Bee noticed Morgan turn into the driveway of Pfaff Auto, where he had gotten his Porsche, a small smile on his face as they parked the car near the front.  

“What are we doing here?” she asked as he turned off the ignition.  

“What do you think?” he asked rhetorically.  

Before she could answer, Bee noticed a man in a suit outside Morgan’s window, and she nodded her head towards it so it could grab Morgan’s attention.  The man waved enthusiastically and Morgan opened the door.  “Santi!  Hey!”

“Morgan!  Nice to see you bud!” he said as Morgan opened the door.  “This must be Bee!” Santi waved at her.  “How are you Bee?”

“I’m…good,” she said awkwardly as she saw Morgan start to get out of the car.  She followed suit and walked around to where the men were standing.  

“Morgan mentioned how you had passed your driving test.  Congratulations!” Santi said.  “We thought it would be a great idea to bring you in and welcome you into the Pfaff Family!”

“Oh?” Bee looked between Santi and Morgan.  She stood stiff in between the two men.  “Am I…you…you didn’t bring me here to pick out a car, did you?” she asked Morgan, who only smiled.  “Morgan.”

“Don’t Morgan me,” he said, his response every single time she said his name in that tone of voice.  “Let’s go inside and see our options, hmm?”

Bee didn’t really have a choice.  They were already there, Santi was already smiling and waving and ready to show her cars, and when they walked inside, other employees waved and shook hands and it was all very nice, but Bee didn’t know what to do.  She wondered if anybody could see how out of her element she was.  She felt like a visiting Princess Kate being given a tour of something she had no clue about, smiling and nodding along and asking basic questions about things to make it seem like she understood what they were talking about and comfortable with what was going on around her.  But she wasn’t.  For a person who had never owned a car before, and who had only been in the very basic cars of her friends, she really didn’t have a clue.  She knew the names, obviously, but everything else was extra.  Everything else was so…extravagant.  

Santi was nice.  Warm.  Accommodating.  To his credit, he was an excellent salesman and knowledgeable of every little detail about every car or SUV they saw or sat in.  He would usher her into the driver’s seat, he’d get into the passenger’s seat, and Morgan would slip in the backseat, and he’d go on and on about all the features.  The leather seats.  The luxury interior.  The beeping sensors for when you were reversing.  GPS Navigation.  The backup cameras.  The sunroofs.  The option for add-on DVD players for the backseat.  Luxury add-ons here.  Luxury add-ons there.

Bee had to write down all the names of the cars so she could remember them all.  The Porsche Cayenne Sport, the Mercedes Benz GLS 450, the BMW X7 xDrive 50i, the Porsche Macan Sport, the BMW Alpina B7 xDrive, the Audi A8 L 55, the BMW M5 Competition, the Mercedes Benz S-Class.  It was all so overwhelming.  There were so many things to remember.  Santi didn’t even mention gas mileage.  He didn’t mention how much it cost to fill up a tank of gas, how expensive it was to insure these cars, how expensive they were even just to maintain.  She got more and more nervous the more she thought about it.  It filled her with anxiety, being in something that was so expensive.  

These cars weren’t for her.

“What’s the price point you’re looking for?” Santi asked as they sat together in the BMW X7.  It was a beautiful crossover, no doubt, and Bee liked it, as objectively as she could like a car this expensive.  

“We’re not thinking about that today,” Morgan butt in from the backseat.  Santi gave him a smile.  She looked at him through the rear-view mirror.  

“What a guy, eh?” Santi joked, nodding his head towards Morgan.  “We’ll take care of you guys, anyway.  When Chris comes in he’ll arrange all that.  He’ll be so happy to see you.”

“Who’s Chris?” Bee finally piped up.

“Chris Pfaff, the president and CEO,” Santi said.  “After Morgan and I chose the Porsche last year Chris made sure Morgan was taken care of.  And with Morgan referring some of the other Leafs to us, there’s no way we’re not going to take care of you again.”

Bee wondered what Santi meant when he said ‘take care’, but she knew if she asked she’d seem like an idiot.  Maybe it just meant they got a good deal on the car or something.  A discount.  An add-on for only half the price.  $100 in gas gift cards, like she always saw advertised on TV.  

After what seemed like sitting in the millionth car, Santi was called away briefly, leaving Morgan and Bee alone for the first time since they parked.  They stood beside an immaculate Range Rover.  Bee looked over at Morgan, who was already looking at her.  “What do you think?” he asked her.

“I don’t want to make a decision today,” she said, knowing he wouldn’t know why.  He seemed to be having the time of his life being in all the cars.  She never understood boys’ fascination with them.

“What?”

“I don’t want to make a decision today.  I don’t…” she shook her head slightly, biting on her nail.  “I want to think about it.”

“But they--”

“I want to do my own research,” she interrupted him, not wanting to get into it now.  “I just want to go home with all the information he gave me and I want to do my own research and make my own decision.”

Morgan looked at her for a moment.  He studied her.  He saw the biting of the nail and saw her furrowed eyebrows and he nodded his head.  “Okay.  Okay.  We’ll let Santi know.”

Santi gave Bee his card and told her to call him when she made her decision.  She thanked him endlessly for all his help and information, and she and Morgan left Pfaff, beginning the long trek back downtown to their place.  Bee sat looking out the window, not saying a word, mulling over everything going on inside her head.  Morgan would take occasional glances at her, allowing them to sit in silence until they pulled into the parking garage and into their designated spot.  He knew something was going on and he wanted to know.  

“What’s wrong?”

Bee felt ashamed.  She couldn’t even look at him even though she knew he was looking directly at her.  “I don’t want any of those cars,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“What?”

“I don’t want any of those cars,” she said a bit louder so he could hear.  “I don’t…I don’t need any of those cars.”

“What do you mean you don’t need any of those cars?”

She sighed.  “I only need a car that can get me from A to B.  I’m not even going to drive it to work.  The most I’ll be driving it is up to Rocco and Clarette’s house or to go grocery shopping.  Maybe to go visit Aryne and John.  I don’t think I need a ninety thousand dollar SUV to do that.”

Morgan shifted in his seat.  “Okay…I get that,” he admitted.  “But…I mean, they can help us, you know?  The guys at Pfaff can take care of us.”

“Why do you guys keep saying that?  What does that even mean?” she asked, her voice more assertive now.  

“They can gift it to us, Briony.  Like the Porsche.”

Bee whipped her head towards Morgan.  “Gift it to us?  Like the Porsche?”

“Yeah.”

“You…” she couldn’t believe what she was hearing.  “You’re telling me this Porsche is a gift.”

“Yeah.”

“You don’t pay a lease payment on this thing?”

“No.”

“A financing payment?”

“No.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” she exclaimed.  “This entire fucking time we’ve been driving this car you haven’t had to pay a cent on it except for gas and insurance?” she asked.  Morgan nodded his head.  “What the fuck, Morgan?!”

“Why are you so angry?” he asked, remaining the calm one in the conversation.

“We don’t need a free car!” she yelled, unable to hold her emotions back any longer.  “We have the money to pay for a car!  We have the money to pay for any car we fucking want to and you’re telling me you’re paying nothing?!  We should be paying for a car!”

“What’s the big deal?” Morgan questioned.  

“It’s the principle!” she began.  “This is exactly what’s wrong with this entire fucking system.  I grew up with literally nothing by no fault of my own and I was still expected to pay my whole way through whatever came up in my life.  You – and I don’t mean you specifically Morgan, but people like you, other hockey players and those stupid Instagram influencer girls from here just dying to hang out with you guys for status and clout – you guys have all this money and yet you get everything for free so long as you put it on your Instagram.  It’s not fair.  It’s not fair when so many fucking people in this city are struggling to get by and working their asses off at minimum wage jobs just to afford rent and the Toronto Maple Leafs are getting free luxury cars.”

Morgan stayed quiet.  He knew she was right, like with most things, and he had never considered her perspective before.  He had failed to consider the entire situation from her perspective.  It was hard for him.  He just thought it would be a nice day out.  Go to a dealership, pick out a car.  He’d take care of it for her, like he promised her he would with everything on that dock in Muskoka.  And although she had accepted that, this wasn’t the way she wanted him to go about “taking care” of things.  She obviously wanted to do everything fairly.  “Briony…”

“I can’t believe you never told me this car was a gift,” she said, her voice much calmer now.  “Look, I’m sorry I raised my voice.  But we’re not poor.  We can afford the financing or lease payments on any car I choose to get.  And that’s the way it’s gonna be.”

“Okay,” Morgan nodded his head, his voice soft.  “Okay.  We can do that.”

“I can do that,” she corrected.  “I want to pay for my own car.  This entire time I’ve been saving my money and I can afford it.  I’ve budgeted it out.”

“But Briony--”

“Morgan--”

“I told you in Muskoka that I wanted to give you the things you want and need in life without you being uncomfortable about it.  That I didn’t want you to worry about anything ever again.”

“I know, Morgan, but please, please, you have to let me do this for myself.  Please,” she was practically begging.  “I know you want to do that for me.  I know.  That’s why you brought me to Pfaff today.  And I love you and I appreciate it and you know I do but I’m doing this for me.  You…you have no idea what it means to be to be able to buy my own car with my own money.”

Morgan could hear by the tone in her voice how much this meant for her.  He couldn’t deny that he wanted to do this for her – to get her whatever car she wanted, luxury or not – but he also couldn’t deny her the opportunity of being able to get a car herself.  For her, it was independence.  It was investing in something she never had the opportunity to before.  It meant having something of her own, when her whole life, she didn’t have anything to her name.  Who was he to deny her that?

“Okay,” he nodded his head again.  “Alright, okay.  I’m sorry Briony.”

“There is no need for you to apologize,” she said, reaching over the console to grab his hand.  “I should be the one who is sorry for raising my voice.  I just…I felt overwhelmed in there.  It was fun but overwhelming.  You’re the best boyfriend in the world for doing something like that for me.  You probably think I’m insane.”

“Why would I think that?”

Bee gave him a look.  “A girl rejecting a luxury car so she could get a cheaper one?  Who does that?”

Morgan smiled slightly, shaking his head.  He leaned over the console to give her a kiss.  “Briony McTavish does that,” he whispered once he pulled away.  “And that’s why I love her.”

“Oh yeah?” Bee smiled slightly.  

“Mhm,” Morgan kissed her again.  “You’re something else, Briony.  I’d do anything for you.  And this means so much to you.  You’ve put your mind to it.  You’ve budgeted it out and you know you’re going to be okay and that you won’t have to worry.  I would never take that away from you.”

Before their conversation could advance any further, Morgan’s phone started to ring through the Bluetooth system in the car.  On the screen on the dash, Nazem’s name flashed.  “We’ll continue this later,” he said before answering the call.  “Naz!  What’s up?  You’re on speaker with me and Bee.”

“Hey guys,” he said into the phone.  “You uh…you guys might want to make your way to Toronto General.”

“Why?” Morgan asked.  

From beside him, Bee’s jaw dropped.  “Ohmygod Naz, did Ashley have the baby?”

“Come quick.  Come meet her,” he said, a slight giggle in his voice.  

“Her?!” Bee screamed.  “Her?!  Ohmygod we’re on our way right now.”

***

“Here she is.  Baby Naylah,” Naz was smiling from ear to ear as he led Morgan and Bee through the doorway to Ashley’s room.  John and Aryne were already there, Aryne sitting in a chair and John leaning against the windowsill as Ashley cradled the tiny baby in her arms.

“Heeeyyyy,” Ashley said gently, a beaming smile on her face.  “She’s here.  She’s finally here.”

“Oh, Ashley…” Bee cooed, catching a glimpse of the little girl’s face tucked between the swaddling blanket and little hat on her head.  “Ashley, she’s absolutely beautiful.”

“How you feeling, momma?” Morgan smiled.  

“Labour was about eight hours, but everything was fine,” Ashley said.  “We came in yesterday around this time.  We’ve just been in our own little world with her until now.”

Morgan smiled and looked at Naz.  “Nazem Kadri, father,” he shook his head.  “Lord help us all.”

“That’s what I said,” John said as everybody laughed.  “Father to a girl, nonetheless.  She’s gonna make you the biggest sap in the universe.”

“She’s already got me wrapped around her little finger,” Naz shrugged his shoulders, admitting defeat.  He was still beaming, still on a high from welcoming his daughter into the world.  “I’ll admit it.  She’s gonna get whatever she wants.”

“You wanna hold her, Aunt Bee?” Ashley offered.  

Bee’s jaw dropped again.  “Oh my God.  Oh my God.  Can I?”

“She’s very calm.  She just woke up and might need a feeding soon so it’s your only chance,” Ashley smiled.  Bee moved closer towards her as Ashley placed Naylah delicately in her arms.  “Make sure you support her head.  She’s swaddled so she should be fine.”

Bee held Naylah close to her chest, rocking her back and forth.  She heard Naylah make little noises and watched as Naylah’s eyes looked up at her, studying her closely.  She knew this random, strange lady was definitely not her mom.  “Hi Naylah,” Bee cooed.  “I’m your Aunt Bee.  I’m so glad you’re finally here.”  She continued to look down at the tiny baby in her arms, marvelling at her little expressions and tiny features.  She couldn’t believe she was finally holding her.

Bee looked up briefly to see everybody smiling at her.  “Looks like you’re still the baby whisperer, Bee,” Aryne giggled, resting her hand on her bump.  “You’re gonna be back here in two months doing this all over again.”

“Bring it on,” she said, continuing to rock Naylah back and forth and cradling her small head in her hand.  “Give me all the babies and the babysitting duties and I’ll be one happy camper.”

As if on cue, Naylah began fussing a little bit, her eyes closing and lips pursing.  “Uh oh.  Spoke too soon,” Bee said.  She tried to calm her down but the attempt was futile.  Naylah continued to purse her lips until she let out a small cry.  “Looks like someone is hungry again.”

“That’s our cue,” Aryne said, standing up from her seat.  “We’ll wait outside until she’s done, maybe go grab some coffee.”

“I’ll let you guys know,” Naz said as they all began to exit.  “My sisters are coming back soon, too.  You might see them.”

John and Morgan decided to hang out in the waiting room while Aryne and Bee decided to go for a coffee run to the Starbucks.  As they were waiting for everybody’s drinks, Bee told Aryne what she and Morgan had been up to that day at Pfaff and the discussion they’d had in the car.  Bee explained her reasoning.  Morgan’s reaction.  Her insistence on getting the car on her own.  

Aryne sipped on her own coffee as she listened to Bee.  “You’ve always been really principled,” she said.  “You don’t need to apologize for anything.  I get where you’re coming from.  But I also understand where Morgan was coming from.  Especially after what you told me he said in Muskoka.  Like, I get him wanting to do that for you.”

“Me too,” Bee said.  “And I promised him I’d try to stop feeling uncomfortable about it.  And I have – I mean, the trip back to Vancouver and this bracelet are perfect examples of that,” she said, flashing the Cartier love bracelet that was still on her wrist.  “But I…a car is different.  I never thought I’d have a car.  Now I have an opportunity to get one.  I want to get one that’s economical.  I don’t want to get a BMW or Mercedes just because I can – well, just because Morgan can.  I can’t afford one of those cars on my own.  Morgan’s wanted me to save my money all this time anyway.  It’s only logical I use it to make the biggest purchase of my life thus far, right?”

“You don’t need to defend yourself, Bee, especially if it’s your own money,” Aryne said.  “Especially if it’s your own money.  Whatever you buy with what you’ve earned yourself is a big fuck you to everyone.  Car, designer bag, shoes, a book – whatever.  Fuck anybody who criticizes you.”

Bee was so thankful for Aryne.  Whenever she needed a voice of reason, someone to guide her through this crazy life and help her make decisions, she knew Aryne would always be there for her.  “You’re the best, you know that?” Bee smiled.

“You’ve told me that once or twice,” Aryne winked.  “Listen…on a similar vein of fuck-you purchases and people criticizing you, I need to ask you a question and I need you to be one hundred percent honest with me.”

Bee noticed her sudden shift in tone.  “Okay…”

“What did Sydney say to you?”

Bee was speechless.  “Wha…” she stuttered out.  “What do you mean?”

“I saw her comment on Morgan’s post for your graduation, and I saw what Morgan responded,” she explained.  “She had to have said something.  So what was it and when did she say it?”

Bee took a deep breath.  She wondered if she should just run out of the hospital to avoid this conversation.  “Aryne…she’s your friend.  I don’t feel comf--”

“What did she say, Bee?”

Bee gulped.  “Um, so it was the day of your baby shower,” Bee began.  “Ashley picked us up and we were driving through Moss Park to get on the DVP and she called it the ghetto.  When we came up on a red light I pointed out a building where I used to live and I told her how I grew up there and she was like ‘Well, thank God you got out’.”

“So that’s why Morgan made the ghetto comment,” Aryne connected the two together.  Bee nodded her head.  “How did Morgan find out?”

“Zach told him, sort of accidentally.  Because Alannah was there too and she was really upset about everything that happened and --”

“What else happened?” Aryne interjected.  Bee felt like crawling into a hole and dying.  “What do you mean ‘everything that happened’?  What else was there?”

“Um…I…” Bee tried to look for an escape.  “Listen.  Um, Morgan doesn’t know this part.  He only knows about the ghetto comment.  But Sydney…she, uh…she kind of kept making these comments…”

“About what?”

“About me.”

Aryne’s eyes darkened.  “What did she say.”

“It’s really not--”

“Briony,” Aryne’s voice was firm.  “What did she say.”

“It wasn’t a big deal, Aryne.  I dealt with it.  She uh, she sort of kept making, um, comments about my body.  Saying it was good that I chose that dress I wore with vertical stripes because they were slimming and that’s why it looked good.  And then Alannah asked about a deal on yoga pants I got and Sydney piped in and said she could recommend a personal trainer for me and that they’d ‘definitely help me with everything I need done’,” Bee used air quotes because she remembered the words said to her so vividly.  

“She said what?” Aryne seethed.  “Are you kidding me?”

“Aryne, it wasn’t a big deal.  I confronted her about it in the bathroom afterwards.  It was dealt with.”

“This happened during my baby shower?” she asked, her face utterly disgusted at what had transpired.  “What the hell is wrong with her?”

“Listen, I’m going to give her the benefit of the doubt.  She was stressed about the wedding and--”

“Don’t give her the benefit of the doubt.  God, Bee, do not give her the benefit of the doubt.  You’re being too nice.  She was my friend in Long Island and I’m absolutely horrified she’d say something like that to you.”

“It’s not…” Bee began, shaking her head.  “My mom used to say stuff like that all the time.  She used to tell me I’d end up alone because nobody likes smart chubby girls.  It’s okay.  And it’s not like I haven’t heard it before in DMs.  You know what they look like.”

Aryne gave her a look – one mixed with the anger she was feeling but also with sadness at what Bee was revealing.  Aryne couldn’t imagine a mother saying something like that to a daughter.  “Bee, just because your mom used to say that sort of stuff to you, it doesn’t make it okay,” she stressed, reaching out to hold her hand.  “Nobody deserves comments like that being said about them.”

“I know.  But when that sort of stuff is said to me, people who mean nothing to me always say it.  My mom.  Fangirls.  Sydney,” Bee said.  “I told her that.  I told her she meant nothing to me and that even if she didn’t like me she needed to respect me--”

“Good.”

“—and I told her not to take me for a fucking idiot,” Bee couldn’t help but smile.  She was still sort of proud of herself for pulling out that line in the washroom.  “I think Sydney thinks she needs to put on a mix of this ‘I don’t give a fuck’ and ‘I’m the Queen B cool girl’ persona because that’s the image she’s built for herself and she lets it get to her head.  The fact that she grew up with a lot of privilege hasn’t helped that.  But I dealt with it.  She got married and had a beautiful wedding.  I’m still chubby.  It’s done.”

“Okay, but wait…” Aryne furrowed her brows.  “Morgan only knows about the ghetto comment?  Why?”

“That’s all Zach told him.”

“And you didn’t tell Morgan what you just told me?” Aryne asked.  Bee shook her head.  “Why not?”

It was Bee’s turn to give Aryne a look.  “I’m sorry, have you met my boyfriend, Morgan Frederick Rielly?” she asked, causing Aryne to giggle.  “God knows what he’d say to Syd – or Matt – if he found out.  He’d drop a nuke on Long Island if he could.”

“He is really protective of you out in the public sphere,” Aryne digressed.

“Exactly.  He had to make a phone call to Steve Keogh on Canada Day to try and solve my incessant DM issue,” Bee informed Aryne, who already knew all about the DMs sent on Canada Day.  “Despite Morgan’s best efforts he couldn’t get Steve to fly back from Europe, where he’s on vacation with his family, to handle the situation immediately.”

Aryne snorted.  “What a guy.”

“You’re telling me.”

“So then what’s the next step?” Aryne asked, fixating all the drinks into the Styrofoam holder the barista provided.

“With what?” Bee asked.

“Everything.”

Bee shrugged her shoulders.  “Just live my life.”

***

@brionymctavish: my first car!

@angiefavs: WE MATCH!!!!!

@morganrielly: lookin cute

@alynntavares: LOVE IT BEE!  I know how much this means to you!

@enzosauce: can you drive it out to Edmonton for a visit?

@stephlanchancee: um is that a Honda Civic?

                       @brionymctavish: Yup!  First one ever!

@lucygardiner_: congrats Bee!  Can’t wait to zip around town with you!

@frederikandersen31: I hope I fit in there

                       @brionymctavish: I’ll stuff you into the trunk if need be

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The Art of Love (Part 5) ~ Steve Rogers x Reader College!AU

Updated A/N 10/17/2020: Formerly algorithm knows best and companion to cupid’s code. Whether an updated version of Cupid’s Code will be a companion is TBD.

A/N: Hi lovelies! Happy hump day Here’s some fluff to get you through.

Summary: You finally make it to those dinner reservations.

Characters/Pairings: Steve Rogers x reader (Platonic - for now)

Rating: T

Warnings: Language, TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF

Word Count: 1473

Main Masterlist | The Art of Love Masterlist | Broken Hearts and Robot Parts Masterlist (Companion Fic) ​

Being out with Steve made you giddy. The two of you rarely went out alone. It was normally nights in on the couch, which you loved. But this was something special. It felt like… a date.

No, you scolded yourself. Not a date. A celebration between friends.

“Sweetheart?” Steve called softly, breaking you out of your thoughts. “Where’d you go?”

“Nowhere important. Sorry,” you laughed looking down at the menu. “The chocolate lava cake sounds delicious.”

“That’s why I ordered you one while you were daydreaming,” he grinned.

Your jaw dropped. Surely you would have heard him do that.

“No you didn’t.”

“Yeah, I did.”

“How did you know what I wanted?” you asked, embarrassed that you had spaced out that hard.

“I picked the most chocolatey thing on the menu.”

“That’s fair,” you laughed, shaking off the momentary awkwardness you’d felt. “So I assume you got the angel food cake?”

“We are creatures of habit.”

You were laughing at that comment when the waiter returned with a plate that had different flavors of sorbet and “Congratulations” written in chocolate sauce.

“The desserts you ordered will be out in a moment. But this is on the house. And here is your champagne,” he smiled as another waiter who’d been trailing him, passed him the bottle.  

“We didn’t order any champagne,” you told him.

No restaurant was that nice.

“Your boyfriend requested this especially before you arrived. Congratulations on your new job.”

“Oh. Thank you.”  

You were so caught off guard by Steve’s gesture that you didn’t even process that the waiter called him your boyfriend.

“Thank you, Gregory,” Steve smiled at him as he uncorked the bottle and he poured two glasses.  

“Enjoy.”  

“Steve, you really shouldn’t have,” you whispered once Gregory had disappeared.

“Yes. I should have. We’re celebrating your new job. You deserve all this and more.”

You held back your natural argument when you saw the pride and love in his eyes.

“Thank you.”

He raised his glass to you, clear blue eyes dancing.

“To my best friend, the new dance captain and assistant choreographer of the Howling Commandos Stage Troupe.”

You clinked your glass against his and sipped the champagne, savoring the moment.

 Steve’s POV

Once you were home Steve took your coat and hung it in the front closet.

“I didn’t think you knew that was a coat closet,” you teased.

“Oh shush, you,” Steve huffed making you giggle.

“Thank you for everything tonight. You sure know how to make a girl feel special.”

“You deserve to always feel special,” he promised as you threw your arms around his neck.

His wound around your waist reflexively as you swayed, clearly a little tipsy from the champagne. He felt a bit wobbly as well, but he was fairly certain that it had more to do with you than the champagne. Steve held you close as you nuzzled your nose against his neck and stifled a yawn against his shirt.

“Tired, sweetheart?”

“A little,” you mumbled.

“Why don’t we get ready for bed then?”

“Mmkay,” you assented but didn’t move.

“Y/n?”

No response.

“Alright, up we go I guess.”

He swung you up into a bridal carry and you hummed contently. He set you down on the bed and knelt in front of you so he could unbuckle your heels, sliding them off and setting them neatly in the closet.

“C’mon, darlin’, you don’t want to ruin your pretty dress by sleeping in it.”  

“Fine,” you sighed holding your hands out so he could help you stand up.

“I’ll leave you to change.”

He strode out of the room grabbing your water bottles from the fridge and making sure the front door was locked. He’d just turned out the front light when he heard you call his name.

“Steve?”

“What’s up, sweetheart?” he called as he moved through the apartment.

“I need you.”

Steve chuckled at your dramatic whine.

“What the matter, darlin’?” he asked as he set the waters and your phones down on the bedside table.

“I can’t get my zipper undone,” you pouted, arms twisted awkwardly behind your back.

“S’alright. I’ve got it. Turn around.”

You spun obediently and Steve stepped closer, probably closer than strictly necessary, brushing your hair over your shoulder and dragging the zipper down your back. He couldn’t help but look at your reflection as your eyes drifted shut and a soft smile graced your features.

He had to stop himself from pushing the straps off your shoulders or pressing a kiss to your bare skin. That would be crossing far too many lines and he was already in too deep.

“I’m going to go change in the bathroom.”  

You hummed an acknowledgment as you rifled through your duffel bag for your clothes. Steve tried not to stare at the expanse of your back he’d revealed, closing the door a bit more aggressively than he intended to.  

There was a soft knock on the door a few minutes later while he was brushing his teeth.

“Steve, can I come in and start taking my make up off?”

He leaned over to unlock the door and pulled it open and then grabbed your pack of makeup removers from his top drawer. You sidled in, already half asleep and started your nightly routine.

When you were done you both crawled under the covers, and he paused waiting for you to situate yourself. He frowned when you turned away from him, but it disappeared as you wriggled closer to him so you were pressed against his front and you placed his arm on your waist.  

“Good night, sweetheart,” he rumbled in your ear as he pulled you even closer.

“Good night, Steve. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Steve was surprised to wake up and find you still in his arms. Normally you’d be up and baking or heading back to your apartment. But not today. You’d agreed to sleep in and mosey over to the store when you were ready, although when Steve glanced at the clock and saw it was only 5 AM he knew he’d failed on the sleeping in. But the view was certainly worth it.  

He couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face as he watched you sleep.

Steve had long since memorized your features in lots of moments. The way your brow furrowed when you choreographed. The way you smiled and hummed while you baked. The way you yelled at the TV during a hockey game – despite “not caring about sports”. He’d also seen how your eyes got red and you pursed your lips when you cried, although that wasn’t a memory he relished.

But this was new. Your hair was splayed out around you on his pillows and there was a small smile on your lips. He had never gotten to see you so completely at peace, and he was certain he’d never felt so at ease.

You clutched his shirt more tightly and followed when he rolled onto his back so he could grab his phone. When he accidentally opened the camera app on his phone he froze. You looked so beautiful, he had to capture the moment. He knew he’d try to sketch or paint it later on, but he suspected it wouldn’t do the moment justice. He quickly snapped a photo before scrolling through his notifications.

The boomerang he’d posted of you sipping champagne on Instagram had well over a hundred likes.

Champagne Fridays are the best Fridays. Finally getting to properly celebrate my best friend @danceyourfeelings getting her first grown up job. You’re going to be amazing (like always). I love you! #BeautifulandBubbly

There were also plenty of heart eyes emojis in the comments.

He rolled his eyes at the stream of texts in his group chat with Bucky and Sam calling him an idiot. He also noticed a new tag notification and realized you’d posted a picture of the two of you that the waiter had taken. You were on one foot, tugging him down by his tie and kissing him on the cheek and he was laughing at god only knows what. You could easily be mistaken for a couple in love.

So lucky to have this guy in my life. He’s been with me through it all for the last three and a half years and I’m so glad I got to celebrate some of the best news of my life with him. Thank you for everything you do for me @ArtsySteveRogers. I love you so much! #MyBestFriendIsBetterThanYours #MCE (Man Crush Everyday) #Stud

Steve immediately went to the comment section. Everyone was commenting #goals and the like. He saw more than a few pointed remarks from your closer friends. He quickly responded with a sappy message in return and then put his phone down, opting to enjoy the quiet moment.

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Ask - @glitterquadricorn Can I request something? I want one with chris evans and a baby. Maybe his wife telling him that they're finally pregnant after a couple of years of trying. Him with babies makes my heart flutter!

Gurll you and me both!! Here it is, I hope you like it 💕💗

Summary - after years of being unsuccessful in stating a family, maybe your chance to have one was over..or is it?

Pairing - Chris Evans x reader

Warnings - brief SMUT (18+), crying, floof

M A S T E R L I S T

The quiet lull of the passing cars echoed around the silent, sleepy private estate in Sudbury, every house in the exclusive estate dead silent with the promise of sleep for every individual - all but one house.

The grandest house in the estate - the Evans house - wasn’t lit up with the signs of life but within the house, nobody was sleeping. The sounds of grunts, heavy moaning and skin slapping against skin reverberated around the house, as muffled at it may be, it was still loud enough to hear.

The two of you had lost all sense of discreetness and mindfulness for poor Dodger after round two and were still going at it like animals. On what could’ve easily been round five or six even, you felt that tight bundle of nerves in the pit of your stomach unravel for the sixth time tonight and begged Chris with his release by slamming your ass into his thrusts and tightening your pussy around his incredible length.

To your pleasure, Chris thrust his hips into yours a final few times and gave you his release at the same time as yours, stuffing your already overfilled pussy with his cum again, begging it worked this time.

The two of you were indeed very eager to start a family of your own after seeing so many of your friends and family with their own bundles of joy. Both yours and Chris’ parents didn’t help either wondering if you were considering giving them more grandchildren and were always keen to praise yours and Chris’ natural parental ways whenever the time came up.

After a long talk on your honeymoon, you and Chris decided that after a year of work and finishing filming projects off, you’d start trying to conceive.

That was three years ago and you still had not one positive pregnancy test to this day.

You spoke about everything with your trusted GP, who only reassured you these things are temperamental and take time. She even checked your insides to see if everything was in order - and it was.

After another year of intermittent trying and no luck, you went to her that same morning, asking for anything you could take or do to help the process along. She understood your feelings of disappointment on a personal level and prescribed you a small packet of fertility pills that’d help boost your fertility - only for a maximum of seven to eight days.

As soon as you got out of the clinic and back in your car, you rang and told your husband about the pills - asking for his opinion on whether you should have them - he agreed profusely and suggested you take one straight away.

He didn’t warn you, however, of how well he‘d test the pill once he got home.

The pasta bake you made that night wasn’t touched; Chris didn’t bother eating that night instead he kissed you passionately, hauled you over his shoulder and ran upstairs to bedroom, a raging boner painfully straining his boxers. And that’s where you spent the rest of the night.

To take extra precautions, before allowing you to cuddle to sleep Chris ran to the drawer, pulled out his favourite butt-plug and shoved it snug in your pussy to almost guarantee conception. Believing he did a good job, he cleaned you up and joined you under the covers holding you close as the two do you fell into a warm slumber.

You woke the next morning with an incredibly well sculpted chest littered with little dark hairs in your face. Instead of the usual morning kiss, you chose to trace patterns all over Chris’ chest with your fingers, ghosting maticulously over certain areas like Chris’ tattoos.

A rough grunt resonated around your bedroom and quickly found your face smooshed into Chris’ chest, his large hands snaking around your shorter frame welcomely.

“G’morning handsome,” you sighed dreamily at your snoozing husband and popped you head up to look at the sleeping beauty himself. ‘Too dreamy to be real’ you thought to yourself. Chris only hummed in return and placed his hand suspiciously over your lower stomach, as if he was...cradling it.

“Chris, what are you doing?” You sighed with deep suspicion laced in your morning voice.

“M’nothin..just saying good morning to my two favourite people..” your breath caught in your throat and his touch on your stomach suddenly felt more sensitive and warm at the hint of conception, but you laughted it off as shock.

“Ha, ha..very funny Chris” you rolled your eyes at him, not knowing he was watching from one slightly open eye, smirking incredibly smugly at your faithless response. You may not had believed him but Chris was, if not 100% certain something had happened last night. He could just feel it.

The rest of that week consisted of relaxing, catching up with old friends and walking dodger around the local parks and trails. Since you rarely got to have this amount time off as an actress, you relished in the change of pace even if it was without Chris.

It wasn’t until one night after having a takeout curry you quickly began to feel unwell. Your stomach felt like it had been punched from the inside out several times and your curry and naan bread were gonna make a reappearance pretty promptly.

You bolted to the downstairs toilet and threw up the contents of your stomach quicker than you could comprehend, leaving a very confused Dodger alone on the couch.

The trips to the toilet became more and more frequent as the days went on and you couldn’t stand it much longer. Chris had been in Atlanta for a week doing final touches to a film out there and you were all alone heaving your stomach up.

You couldn’t bring your teary self to call Chris, you knew that he’d bolt straight home to be with his wife, you also knew how important his job was and instead of being the incredibly inconvenient wife of major actors you stayed calm and quiet. For his and your own sake.

The sickness lasted for another three days, to your great discomfort. To your shock, you also found that your favourite lace bra’s were becoming more snug and sensitive as the days went on, not to mention the bouts of fevers you’d been experiencing.

There was only one explanation left in your mind as you drove to the nearest 7/11 early one morning and picked up three different pregnancy tests, all varying in prices and specific jobs. You discreetly paid for the items and drove back to your loved home, quickly greeting dodger and hurried to open up all three, reading through each instruction manual carefully.

You were halfway through reading the sticks when you heard your phone go off, someone had text you. To your surprise, Chris had text telling you he’d be back by this evening and that he couldn’t wait to see you. ‘What a man’ you smiled to yourself and bolted back to the bathroom to pee on those sacred sticks.

What could’ve been the longest four minutes of your life, the timer on your phone went off and you ran to the bathroom to see what the sticks read, Dodger eagerly dashing behind you too. Closing your eyes, you grabbed the sticks messily and peaked at them with one eye open, the other eye flying open in shock.

‘Positive’

‘Positive’

‘2 weeks pregnant.’

Fuck, it was finally happening. You were pregnant.

The barrelling shock that you had a life, a baby inside of you knocked the wind out of you causing you to sit on the toilet seat shaking on shock. This was it, you were finally going to be a parent and Chris would be.. “CHRIS!” You yelped out and rose to your feet, stumbling through the bathroom back to the living room.

‘What do I tell him? How do I tell him? What time is he coming home?’ You were quick to text a response back to Chris, wishing him a good flight and asking what time he’d be home - to which he replied ‘5pm sharp, can’t wait to see you babygirl (; x’. You giggled knowingly at his tone and set about thinking of how you’ll break the news.

Ideas evaded your mind for a solid hour at least. You paced the whole length of the house twice and even took to sitting out in your backyard pool, your feet absentmindedly sifting through the cool turquoise waters for longer than you imagined. You were running out of options until an idea struck your mind - the perfect lightbulb moment.

You locked Dodger up in the house and dashed off to the nearest Toys-R-Us incognito-style and bought a white-cream baby-grow with the words ‘my daddy is the best in the world’ - it was cheesy, yes; but it got the message through. You paid for it and left quietly, returning home to wrap up the gift and make a nice homecoming meal for your beloved husband.

As by his word, Chris’ voice echoed from the front door at exactly five o’clock and you hurried down the stairs with his gift swaddled up in a beautiful white box and bow clutched tight to your chest, the slight rattling from inside made you squirm uncomfortably.

“God I missed you Y/N,” he sighed lovingly and yanked you into his arms, the gift placed gently on the hillside by yourself as you got embraced by Chris.

Before you could welcome him back, his lips found yours in a smouldering and sobering kiss and quickly brought you back to reality. “Mm honey, I got you a present..you might..” he chased your lips and met them again in a smiled kiss. “You might want to sit down to open,” you pulled yourself out of his grip and picked up the present, holding it out to Chris giddily.

“What is it, baby?” He looked you suspiciously, dropped his suitcase handle and bags and took the box off you. Tentatively he unwrapped the ribbon and opened the box up, only to find a pile of tissue in his face.

“Just open it Chris,” you whined with a grin and continued to watch him get to the bottom of the box and pull out he baby-grow. “What’s this?” He placed the box down with a rattle and unfolded the baby-grow. “my daddy is the best in the...world...” Chris stopped and looked to you with tears welling in his eyes. “You’re not..?”

You nodded to the box with as much of a tight-lip you could muster. He dug under another pile of tissue and tears began to roll down his face once he reached the bottom of the box. There they were, three positive pregnancy tests staring right at him.

A strangled cry of your name passed his lips and in an instant Chris was hugging you with all his might, sobbing softly into your hair.

The similar happy tears you’d concealed had finally come to pass and you found yourself crying into his soft t-shirt, your hands clinging on for dear life.

“You’re really..we-we’re gonna..” you beamed into his shirt.

“Yes Chris, we’re gonna be parents.” You squealed as he lifted you into his arms, your lefts immediately locking around his tiny waist. Hot wet lips immediately found your own in a searing exchange, an unknown promise tangled up in the kiss. “Thank you Y/N/N..” Chris sighed into your neck and sucked on the crook of your neck tenderly.

“No Chris.. thank you, for everything.”

[mysteli]

....you know I have to ask for Chris and Aria for this fluff ABC... I miss my man so much 😭😭 (and I also love your writing so it's a win win)

thank you so much @flowerpowell and i miss chris too soooo 

be warned this is a lot (so much that I’m putting a keep reading thing there) 

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

It’s pretty obvious that Chris is a very active person. He plays football and attends the gym daily, even works out at home, as well as going on plenty of jogs. Aria is in fact the exact opposite to him. She’s lazy and doesn’t like exercising at all. But sometimes she feels like she needs to wanna do these things with Chris so she will insist on going to the gym with him. Big mistake, she would tell you that. Sometimes a jog is ok but those six hours were unbearable.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Chris adores Aria’s long brunette hair and he likes to smooth it out a lot and tangle his fingers in it and Aria feels the same about Chris’ hair. That’s why Chris gets a little upset when Aria cuts her hair because in his words he can’t “make her moan they way he used to” but it seems to work out eventually. Chris also has a liking for Aria’s lips. They’re soft and plump and it’s agonising when she bites down on her lower lip and she loves to tease him with that because she knows what it does to him. Aria also loves Chris’ sky blue eyes, gazing into them for what seems like forever and seeing how they darken when he’s turned on. 

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Chris is always having trouble with his skills as a captain and leader and he has a habit of doubting himself. Aria is an expert when it comes to reassurance so she’s always able to find a way to cheer him up. Then that always leads to sweet reassurance sex. Yep.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Aria and Chris are always light hearted when it comes to their future but they talk about it A LOT. Since they’re on their way to getting married, they tend to talk about what their plans are since they’ve left college. Chris gets excited when the topic of their future comes up because he loves telling Aria how important she is and he wants to spend the rest of his life with her. Sometimes there are more teasing comments about it too, a joke that Aria would be the strict mom and Chris would be the chill dad. 

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Chris and Aria like to create equal balance in their relationship. Chris doesn’t want anyone thinking that he’s above Aria because he know he’s not and Aria admires that about him. 

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Aria and Chris rarely fight anymore. Sure, there were problems in college but they’ve managed to put it behind them and work out their issues. They weren’t about to make the same mistakes again. Sometimes they fight over small things but never anything quite like they used to. 

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Chris thanks Aria all the time on everything she does, even her just being in his life. He doesn’t want her to ever think he’s forgotten how lucky he is and he likes to remind her a lot. Aria sure as hell isnt complaining though because they thank each other a lot

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

No. They hate hiding things from each other. Unless it’s to do with a surprise party but something to do with a friend, they tell each other everything because they have the fear that one secret could ruin everything. 

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Aria definitely changed Chris, making him feel like he should commit to a relationship and not just fear of getting hurt all the time. When he first came to college, he had serious trust issues but Aria fixed him and he’s forever grateful for that. Same goes for Aria. Chris helped her gain an understanding of the world and realise how misunderstood she can really be. 

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Chris tends to get more jealous than he should but it isn’t anything major. Aria is just really popular and she’s just so goddamn nice that maybe she doesn’t realise she’s befriending someone who secretly wants her. She loves to see the good in people so she wouldn’t notice or would simply ignore it but Chris... would wanna take control of the situation but he wouldn’t because he doesn’t wanna seem possessive or controlling. He never wants her to feel like property. In fact, that’s the last thing he wants. He may just want her to realise it on her own, by maybe acting a little more distant than usual and later when Aria questions him about it, he’d just let her figure it out. It’s a classic method and it works every time. 

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Chris was an experienced kisser when he met Aria but she didn’t have much. They’ve both learned together to improve so it makes their newfound ability reserved for only each other. As for their first kiss, we all know it was that sweet moment on the rooftop that can never be forgotten. 

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Chris is of course the one who said those three words first and it was such a sweet moment, with him wanting to make Aria feel like the only person to have his heart and make her feel like the only girl in the world. 

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Of course! They’re ready to get married! Chris obviously proposed at the end of Senior Year and many people would say that’s too soon but they don’t care because they love each other. Marriage would be just like they talked about, not even any different to how they were before. Just both their names on a contract and maybe Aria’s last name being changed to Powell. 

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Chris is more with the nicknames because he can pull them off a lot better, calling Aria things like ‘baby’ and ‘beautiful’. He’s always been a fan of the more classic ones and he knows how much Aria loves them. Aria can just about get away with ‘babe’ but sometimes she slips out ‘captain’ and that almost always turns Chris on. 

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

It’s VERY obvious to their friends. Who could count the amount of times Chris and Aria tell each other they love each other? It’s sweet but it’s also a lot. Chris sometimes doesn’t even express his feeling in his words, just wrapping Aria in a warm embrace and she melts into the natural heat of his body. 

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

PDA is always a given. They just love each other so damn much and Chris can’t help himself. He always needs physical contact with his girlfriend. Sometimes he’ll hold her hand or pull her onto his lap or simply wrap his arm around her waist. 

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

For some reason, they can always see right through each other and it almost helps when one of them are sad and require comfort. 

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Chris is such a cute dork and as cheesy as they come. He loves those classic dates and doing things like taking Aria out to fancy restaurants and giving her flowers and chocolates. Then of course, sometimes Aria’s plan comes in where they order pizza and watch a movie on Netflix. Both ideas work perfectly fine. Just a lot less effort. 

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Aria supports Chris’ career and she’s never once doubted him, even when he doubted himself. She wears his jersey when she goes to his games and there’s never been a time when he hasn’t spotted her face in the crowd. It’s one of the reasons why he loves her so much because she never gives up on him. 

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Chris and Aria can get experimental... in bed especially. More focusing on the places where they do it. Their regular life usually follows a simple routine and there are of course lazy days of sitting in and doing nothing. 

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Aria and Chris know each other like the back of their hand. They’ve learned so much about each other over the four years of having known each other and they want each other to know everything. Past present future. You name it.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Their relationship is the most important thing to both of them. Even when it seemed like a career was more important, they found each other to be the thing that kept them happy all along. Chris is almost scared to lose Aria again so he’s so much more careful with her than he used to be. 

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Sometimes Aria lets Chris braid her hair and the first time he did it was so cute because he didn’t have a clue what he was doing and it turned out so messy that Aria promised he wouldn’t have to do it again and he was very thankful. The cutest thing is he wanted it to go right and really tried hard. 

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

ALL THE TIME. Chris is so affectionate to Aria, especially in the morning. He loves waking her up in the morning whether it’s sweetly, carefully or even sexually. It’s his favourite part of the day by far. They of course cuddle when watching films or shows and even when they’re hanging out with their friends 

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

When Chris goes off for games that can last around two weeks, Aria misses him so much and even on breaks when they’re apart. But they text each other non stop and make sure to have regular contact with one another. 

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Chris would do anything for Aria and she would do anything for him. There have a set an unbreakable foundation for their relationship and they won’t dare do anything to jeopardise it. Not after everything they’ve been through. 

[the-foxwolf]

Lili, my Lili

For once in my Tumblr career so far, I will say the following. This article will in fact have some pro-Liliana bias in it. Some. I have written pages and pages and pages about Liliana, so by now I hope you all have realized I tend to be fairly good at keeping it held back. Even so, I will try to keep it at a minimum. But this article is meant to discuss Liliana and her Character Growth since we first truly met her in Agents of Artifice, arguably the real first literature that features her

Gather `Round! It is Story Telling Time!

(Liliana of the Veil: Innistrad) (Art by Steve Argyle)

Baseline- Agents of Artifice

Before we go into this, let’s discuss a baseline from where she started, where we really met her for the first time: Agents of Artifice. This is the first time we really get the chance to see her at any length and spend time with her. What kind of person was she at this time?

(Liliana’s Caress: 2011 Core Set) (Art by Steve Argyle)

The following statement from Liliana’s Indignation by Kelly Diggs summarizes quite succinctly the events of Agents of Artifice:

Jace. She'd befriended him on false pretenses, played on his emotions, manipulated him into joining an interplanar crime syndicate, then into overthrowing it. By the time it all went wrong, she'd grown genuinely fond of him, and betraying him had torn out one more strand of her threadbare sense of humanity. Not that that had stopped her, and anyway, if she hadn't done it they'd both be heroically, uselessly dead. Still, she could see why he might bear a grudge.

It doesn’t quite do the whole thing justice in that she did so much worse to him that apparently she didn’t see important enough to even merit remembering.

With that baseline, let’s move on.

Innistrad 

We don’t see Lili for a while after this. We see her pursuing the Chain Veil, dealing with the Raven Man, with Garruk, and hunting down her demons. No real character development going on for a while. Not at least until Shadows over Innistrad. During Origins, she still had not changed. She knocked on Jace’s door knowing exactly how to manipulate him into helping her clear out the Onnake. It wasn’t until Shadows over Innistrad that we finally begin to see some real Character Development.

Return to Innistrad

 Throughout the course of the Shadows Over Innistrad storyline, we see very little change in Liliana. One thing for certain that we see is that Liliana is constantly lying to herself. The phrase: “She didn't need him. She needed someone to need her.” Comes up a few times throughout the arc. But this serves little purpose beyond showing the audience that she hold at least some feelings toward him and that she lies to herself constantly. 

(Liliana, the Last Hope: Eldritch Moon) (Art by Anna Steinbauer)

Ravnica

In the events of The Flood, by the R&D Story Team, we see Vrazka’s point of view of an intimate moment between Jace and Liliana. We notice Liliana hasn’t changed a bit yet. She’s still trying to play with his feelings to have him under her palm. However, we must recognize that this event took place almost immediately after the conclusion of the Shadows arc. Jace is complaining about chess, a game Emrakul, or at least its avatar, forced Jace to play. Point being, this event takes place shortly after the fight with Emrakul. 

The events of Homesick, by Chris L`Etoil, are more difficult to interpret. To me, it seems Liliana is starting to grow fond of the Gatewatch. She’s started teasing them. Talking with and about them as though they were friends. I’m not convinced she is necessarily friends with any of them yet, but her tsundere quality is starting to show and her initial cold iciness has warmed up to a lukewarm chill. Making friends. Or least getting close to it. Good. Progress. She has not had a friend...ever. Literally. Before she ignited she had tutors and targets. But no one outside her family she saw as a peer or as an equal. As an Old Walker and up until now, everyone has been a tool. But now... the Gatewatch are still tools, but she is actually getting along and enjoying their company. Take note, the events of Homesick take place THREE MONTHS after the events described in The Flood. We know this for certain at the very least because the events of this story immediately lead up to the Kaladesh story arc...by which point she and Jace had “reminisced” about old times at least three times. 

And do not tell me their “reminiscing” was merely conversational. Read this section over. Even a fool can tell their “reminiscing” was much more than that.

"You should go back. The others will notice if you don't come home tonight," said the woman.

Jace shrugged. "It's just past sunset. I've got time."

"Oh." The woman looked Jace over, visibly weighing some decision in her mind.

(Liliana, Death’s Majesty: Amonkhet) (Art by Chris Rallis)

"This is just two old acquaintances, relaxing after a victory," the woman responded. "Reminiscing about the good old days."

Jace absently tugged on his right glove. "Those days weren't all good."

"We weren't, either," the woman said in a hushed, dangerous tone.

In a moment, the game transformed, chessboard tossed on the floor, metaphorical dice on the table. She was a gambler, floating an offer for one more round, one more bet, just for the hell of it, c'mon, fellas, what's the worst that could happen.

"We're not together," the woman in violet added. "But you don't have to leave just yet."

Jace looked up from his drink and met her gaze with a hopeful look.

The woman topped up both of their glasses and lifted hers. "To new good old days," she said.

To Vraska's relief, the illusion dissolved, and the riverbed returned.

Kaladesh

Finally we starting seeing some growth. Measurable growth. We see a lot of that in Puppets, by James Wyatt.

A single spell could drain the life from the soldiers and add their walking corpses to her retinue... Killing these soldiers would be easy—but, strangely, that had not been her plan. Perhaps Jace and—she shuddered a little—and General Meat-Shield are rubbing off on me.

Tezzeret himself comments on Liliana’s strange new behavior.

"I think [Jace] softened you, Vess. The necromancer I knew four years ago would have marched in here at the head of a zombie army. And she might have lived to tell about it.

Even though she recognized the inefficiency of not slaying everyone in her path and building an gang of zombies, she refused. As Tezzeret said, Pre-Gatewatch Liliana would not have hesitated for a second to wipe them out and bring them along. This is honestly a mind boggling change for her. Leaps and bounds different than the person she was before the Gatewatch.

Amonkhet

We see a change so grand in her it even shocks herself. Liliana does not seem to grow incrementally, but rather in great bursts as the trust bubbles out of her without her consent. Lili is a master of lying to herself.

In Hour of Devestation, by , we see another facet of Lili change- her heart. Looks like she’s finally let herself have feelings for Cloak Boy.

(Jace’s Defeat: Hour of Devastation) (Art by Kieran Yanner)

She looked again at the space where Jace had been, his agonized screams echoing in her mind. She felt something wet at the corner of her eyes, but willed it away, refusing to show weakness to anyone.

But these new feeling and emotions in her heart extend beyond just Jace. She genuinely has come to care about The Gatewatch. As Bolas defeated them one by one, we see Liliana exhibit some new, alien, behavior.

She didn't know what made her turn to the others, but she did it anyway, the words coming before she could stop them...

She was unused to the swirl of emotion she felt....

"Please. If you stay here, you will die. This is not the way." She hated the pleading in her voice, but she let her words stand....

Her choices always led her here. Another betrayal. Another disappointment. Another trap. It was the comfort she found in the dead. They could not be betrayed. They could not be disappointed. They could not look at her with hurt and anger in their eyes....

(Liliana’s Defeat: Hour of Devastation) (Art by Kieran Yanner)

She surrounded herself in a glowing nimbus of dark energy and vanished into the void, her tears finally free to fall in the empty spaces between worlds.

Feelings for Jace. Concern for the mortality of the Gatewatch. Now we see that her association with the Gatewatch extends beyond mere utility. If utility was all she truly desired, she would have accepted Bolas’  help. But she did not. Vitally important fact.

Dominaria

While we see some Character Growth in Return to Dominaria: Episode 1, by Martha Wells, most of the Character Growth so far has been seen in In Return to Dominaria: Episode 2, by Martha Wells, where we see Liliana practice something she’s not familiar with... honesty. 

She might have used the moment to lie or try to manipulate him, but she hadn't. It had surprised him, and made him think they might actually have a chance to kill Belzenlok and then Nicol Bolas. If they could really work together as allies, anything was possible. 

Her first instinct was to lie and manipulate Gideon into helping. But BeefslabTM is an honest man whose trust requires honesty. In what is a pretty tremendous event, she decided to just drop her veils and tell him the truth. There are other examples so far in the story, but I’ll leave it short for brevity’s sake. This event is particularly impactful because her first instance of intentional honesty in who knows how long was with Gideon, a man whose moral compass frustrated Liliana.

(Deploy the Gatewatch: Eldritch Moon) (Art by Wesley Burt)

We see something else that is rather surprising: Liliana owning up to her actions- taking responsibility for her crimes. When thinking about Josu, when she realized he is still alive.

It was easy to see now that she had been single-minded and selfish about it, ignoring warnings, rushing as if minutes were meaningful, wanting only to succeed where others had failed and make herself the hero of her family. But it was a teenager's selfishness, a childish self-absorption. It didn't deserve this. Josu didn't deserve this.

She tried blaming The Raven Man, several times. But each time, she corrected herself, telling herself that she was the one who took the action. All The Raven Man did was provide the poison. It was Lili who chose to try and be a hero, who chose to trust a shady stranger, who did not have the patience to check her work.

Conclusion

Three major changes we have seen from Liliana since the events of Agents of Artifice are:

The ability to be honest

The ability of self restraint

The ability to care for others beyond just their utility

She had none of that at the very beginning of this article. I understand that some of these scenes could be interpreted differently. Even so, I feel very confident in saying that Liliana has changed- for the better. 

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[mustangsan]

Convivencia | Chapter iv: komorebi > On FF.Net and AO3

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist Pairing: Roy Mustang/ Riza Hawkeye | Royai Genres: Romance/General Universe: manga/2009 series verse Warning/Notes: - Status: In-progress Summary: origin: Spanish (n.) lit. “living together”, in the sense of living or working closely with other people with whom you share feelings, desires, or a common purpose. Roy and Riza through the years, from the beginning to the end.

Utwahay, 1899

“Pawns can only move forward one square at a time,” he repeated her instructions as he placed the black pieces in a neat line on the second row of squares, “except for their very first move. They can never move backwards, and only capture one square diagonally in front of them.” The last pawn was placed in a white square, and he rubbed his chin, eyes directed to the ceiling. “They can’t move when there’s a piece directly in front of them, and can get promoted when they reach the other side of the board.”

Roy retrieved two tower shaped pieces from their box. “Rooks can only move forward, backwards, and to the sides, but they can move as far as they want.” The boy placed them on the first row, each on one square of the corners.

He ran his thumb over the next pieces, ones that resembled horses. “Knights are different from the rest because they can move over other pieces.” After placing each piece beside a rook, he continued, “Two squares in one direction, then one at a ninety degree angle. An L shaped move.”

“Bishops are like rooks; they move as far as they want,” the apprentice set said pieces down on the board. “But only diagonally, and they must always stay on the same color from the start of the match to the end.”

Only two pieces left. “The most important piece is the king, but he’s the weakest, for he can only move one square at a time in any direction.” He placed the piece on a white square and moved over to fetch the last remaining piece. “But it’s okay, because the most powerful piece is always by his side to protect him.”

With that said, he placed the queen on the last empty square of the board and nodded to himself. Now that he remembered the basics, he could play more with her without problems.

komorebi; origin: Japanese

(n.) sunlight that filters through the leaves of trees.

He groaned in frustration, flexing his fingers and trying to ease the slight ache in his bones. This latest essay Berthold told him to write about the whole concept of equivalent exchange had rendered him a few headaches and maybe two restless nights, and after four days of planning and two entire days of writing, his seven pages long work was finally done. And just in time, Roy thought as he stretched his limbs above his head. It was due the next morning and it would be delivered fresh out of the oven.

The boy lifted the paper off the tabletop and closer to his face, twisting his lips slightly at his handwriting. He had written it all in a reasonably calm pace, but still the words were drawn in a scrawl in which each letter was long, thin and uneven. A T wasn’t the same as the other; two equal letters were different from the other. Riza’s handwriting, in comparison to his, was considerably smaller and rounder, each letter was about the same size and two equals hardly differed from the other. Girls and their ability to have prettier handwriting. He just wanted one that didn’t look like a medic’s unreadable scrawl, and his did, much to his chagrin.

For the first time he felt comfortable under the influence of Utwahay’s overwhelming heat, and for onc,e he didn’t need to unbutton his shirt or roll up his sleeves. It was mostly thanks to the fact that winter was mild here in south, unlike in Central in which it was simply too cold some days to leave the house with only two thin layers of clothing. Just the other day he had received Chris’s reply, and she asked him a bit about everything; if Master Hawkeye was treating him right, if he was safe, if he was studying hard, and even asked about Riza seeing as he had talked a lot about her when he went over for the holidays. And he found some time to write another letter and send it out, with details about his master’s odd mood, a few information about the town, and even less things about what he was learning (no point in saying too much to her since she didn’t understand an ounce about alchemy). He wrote more about the quiet blonde girl that he wanted so badly to earn her friendship, he admitted, and the way they were getting along surprisingly fine despite her shyness and their palpable differences.

The frown on his lips got more prominent once he stopped and realized that, perhaps, his aunt would get the wrong idea.

But the letter was way out of his reach now and she would have teased him regardless of all the things he did or didn’t say. That was Chris Mustang, teasing him about the girls that openly voiced their infatuation with him or any girl that interacted with him at some point, really. Riza would be no different.

Riza, by the way, had more things in common with him than he expected. She was quite smart and knew how to hold a conversation that interested the both of them, though she never started one herself. It was always him, by the table when eating or mindless chatting while doing their things on the low coffee table of the living room, and they surprisingly could concentrate well enough on their books despite the small talk that flowed with little effort. One day he helped her tend to her plants, and on another, she said she read around one fifth of the books her father allowed her to put her hands on. Right now, he had the opportunity to sit and read with her, but he needed to find her first.

Roy already knew she was quiet. Sometimes it was hard to forget she was sitting right across from him, but there were days that she was nowhere to be found. Absolutely nowhere. He had checked her room once, peeked inside for a matter of seconds actually, and she wasn’t there. He had even considered asking her father for her whereabouts, but he didn’t want to see what Berthold could do when interrupted just yet – in fact, he never wanted to see that. It was bad enough that the man at times snapped at him or her, and when the words were directed at her, Roy had to stand in the sidelines and watch as she averted her gaze and fell silent under her father’s tirade.

And then she disappeared to who knows where when given the chance.

It was nearly impossible to find her afterwards. The girl was just so small and thin she could fit in the space between the cupboard and the wall back in his home, and trust him, he did search for her in every odd place that crossed his mind, such as the chest in their library and behind a fully open door, squeezed between the wood and the painted pile of bricks. Roy scratched the top of his head as he stood in the middle of the kitchen and glanced around him like she could materialize from thin air at any moment. Where had she gone this time? Did something happen that he wasn’t aware of? Did Berthold get mad at her while he was writing his essay?

It was ridiculous how concerned he felt for her. Maybe it was her personality, or maybe it was her lithe and fragile looks, maybe, and most certainly, it was a mix of the two that had him on the edge whenever she was out of sight for too long, especially when she was in the house. She could be outside, trip and fall and end up with her knee scratched; it sounded much better than being verbally abused by the very man that was supposed to love her unconditionally. Roy shook his head with a sigh and leaned his hip onto the counter, finger rubbing the center of his forehead and lips now tightly pressed together. It was better not to think about that, he told himself, there was no proof that the man really did say awful things besides the occasional snapping.

There was a thud on the upper floor and his legs were moving as soon as his mind registered the noise. Wood cracked beneath him as he shot up the stairs, and once he was at the top he spotted Riza’s figure, outlined by the bright light seeping into the hallway from the window, quietly closing the door of her bedroom. Roy was standing before her in a matter of seconds, looming over her and refraining from grabbing her upper arms in fear that she would disappear from his sights again.

“Where have you been?” He hissed, hoping not to disturb the man in the room across from hers. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

Warmth spread across her cheeks, and she cast a glance at the now closed door. “In my bedroom.”

No, she wasn’t there, because he had checked, not that he would tell her that. “Don’t do that again,” he told her in a softer tone, shoulders slumping in defeat. What if one day she ran away and he thought she was simply hiding? Roy suppressed a shiver and followed her downstairs, thinking of what to say next. Riza sometimes had a guilty look on her face whenever he expressed some concern. It didn’t fit her well.

Riza had a book tucked under one arm, he noticed and instantly perked up at the opportunity he had been given. “You’re gonna read?” He hopped off the last step as she nodded her head and hummed in agreement, and he grinned widely at her. “Great! Wait a second.” After a speedy walk to the library that lasted a handful of seconds, he returned quickly to her side with a book of his own and patiently waited for her to pick a place where they could read.

The moment she went out the back door he frowned at her back, but still silently followed her as she approached the tall oak trees at the end of her backyard, fearlessly stepping over the roots and walking deeper into the portion of trees. It was much cooler there and it wasn’t as bright, only few slivers of light slipped through the thick green canopy, highlighting small portions grass and dust that floated in the air. Soon they reached a small clearing, and upon glancing over his shoulder, Roy realized that they weren’t that far from the house, and right across from them a dark blanket was set on the grass, a lonely canteen of water placed over it as its only companion.

He came to a stop and whistled. Riza went ahead towards the dark blanket and left him by the edge of the clearing. He returned from Central just recently and it seemed like during the month they spent apart she had lost some of the familiarity that they built up on the past months. She had been a bit more open before the holidays. Still, he wasn’t too bothered about it, because Roy knew that in a matter of days they’d be back to the stage they were before and would only progress further.

Finally, Roy joined her on the blanket, opening his alchemy book to pick up from where he left off with a little less enthusiasm than he should display before his master’s daughter. Everything about today, from the temperature to his current setting, made him want to lie down and sleep, and he wondered if he would manage to compensate later on some other day if he went along with that mindset. Some birds were chirping nearby and the gentle breeze rustled the canopy overhead, creating a comforting tune as the grass around them danced under the narrow columns of light that made their way through the leaves. Dust swayed in the breeze and sparkled under the bright sunshine like crushed crystal and he knew that if he focused too much on it, he’d be out in seconds. The only way to make everything perfect than it already was would be if there was a creek nearby and the sound of its running water reached their ears.

Riza was slowly thumbing through a book full of pictures that he discreetly tried to decipher from the corner of his eyes instead of reading the material provided by his teacher. Don’t get him wrong, he was trying to study, but the words were blurring together and by the time he reached the end of a paragraph, he had no idea of what he just read and had to start over. The boy hadn’t slept so well due to the essay he had finished mere minutes ago.

Roy set his book down and laid on his back to stretch until his joints popped, then rolled over on his stomach and inched closer to Riza to spy on the drawings on the pages. It was a compilation of instruction manuals to build different objects. There were countless chairs and desks and other different kinds of furniture pieces until pictures of toys took their place. Little trucks and cars caught his attention until they as well were replaced by other kinds of things. Roy observed them halfheartedly until she stopped on a particular page and smoothed it out with a palm.

A slingshot.  He couldn’t imagine why she’d want something like that, but judging by the way she was eyeing the pages with much interest, he chose not to question it and figured that he’d find out sooner or later. Roy read along to the instructions as much as his bleary vision would let him, but his eyelids were drooping much too quickly and soon he had his cheek on his crossed arms. The gentle wind played with his dark hair, which only made him feel all the more drowsy.

Scenes from past moments played in his mind until they blurred together and he was dreaming. He could see Riza kneading the dough of a bread she tried to bake from scratch and failing, the product a solid mass that was hardly chewable, and the one time he had helped her tidy up the house by tackling on the library and spending most of the day there because he had insisted on dusting every single book in the room. And then he saw when they sat together in the living room drinking tea in one of the rare days in which rain graced the town of Utwahay.

“Roy?” Her hesitant tone roused him from his sleep and he blinked his eyes, glancing up at her until his vision stopped swimming and he could see perfectly. Just recently, he had managed to get them to first name basis, and still she seemed a little reluctant to do so, because time and time again, she’d told him that her father had raised her to be polite.

The boy smiled slightly in embarrassment at being caught taking a nap and slowly sat up. Bringing a hand up to rub his eyes, he briefly wondered for how long he had been asleep. It could have been hours that felt like minutes, or minutes that felt like hours. All that Roy knew was that her book was now closed and her fingers were playing with a small pebble. “Yes?”

She glanced down at her hand and bit her bottom lip before looking up at him again with less shyness swimming in her brown eyes. “Does it snow in Central?”

Her question was simple and innocent enough, but it struck him with the realization that she never asked about his hometown, and Roy had no idea why. He’d half expected her to ask so many things, because she had never been there much likely, and he doubted she ever left Utwahay. Although her actions sometimes contradicted it, she just seemed like the kind of girl that was curious about things.

“You’ve never been there?” He asked just to make sure and she slowly shook her head.

“Dad says it’s dangerous to leave.”

Roy nodded, but he had to disagree. Considering the situation regarding Amestris’s neighboring countries, Central was one of the safest places to be, alongside the eastern portion. Utwahay was close to Creta and Aerugo, which was not exactly a nice location... But he was not about to tell her that.  “I see. It snows from time to time, and when it does it’s about one or two feet. Nothing like the northern cities.”

She nodded slowly and released the pebble so she could wrap her arms around her bent legs. “I’d like to see it.”

“The Snow? Or Central?”

“Both.”

He smiled slightly. “You will. I’ll show it to you.”

Roy knew that Master Hawkeye would never allow Riza to go on a trip with him as her only companion, but still, he made that promise. Even if it took him years, even if he was in his twenties, Roy would come and take her to Central so she could meet his family and visit all the parks, all the nice places and hopefully get to see the city covered in white.

That promise, however uncertain it was, made her smile at him until her eyes creased, and he knew instantly that it was worth it.

[christophersymes]

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Celebrity Status, an ongoing L(G)B(T)+ story also on Wattpad and Quotev.

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Chapter Three

Later on that week, Jules was messaging Elías between class and work. He was sitting in his truck, adjusting his collar on his work shirt and frowning at the message Elías had sent about having something important to talk about.

familyjules: hey, dude. i have a bit of time between school and work right now. what's going on?

Mason's stomach flipped when Jules finally replied.

masonfucker1000: hey

masonfucker1000: i need to tell you smth

masonfucker1000: its been eating me up and i feel horrible about it

masonfucker1000: my name isn't elias

masonfucker1000: but i cant tell you who i am and im sorry

Jules looked at the messages as they came in, swallowing hard. He ran a hand through his hair, frowning. He felt like crying. Whoever this was was really torn up, but that didn't matter to him at all. He didn't care who they were, as long as everything else was real. That's all he fucking needed. He didn't really care, just as long as it wasn't...

familyjules: but everything else is real, right? idgaf about your name but we have something here

familyjules: be it friendship or whatever else it could be as long as you're not catfishing me to teach me a lesson or some shit i don't care about that

Mason let out a breath he didn't know he was holding when Jules replied.

masonfucker1000: no catfish. everything else i've told you is true.

masonfucker1000: uh wait are you saying you have a crush on me

It was a serious conversation, but Mason couldn't help it. He had blinked and reread the message, doubting its existence for a moment. This was the first time Jules had seriously mentioned them being anything other than just friends. He couldn't just let it go.

Jules blushed at the second message, realizing he had. And he wasn't being totally honest with them either, but... He didn't know what to do. It was too late now to change that, especially if whoever it was was straight and had a crush too, which seemed true. He hoped it was true.

familyjules: maybe. depends on if u feel the same

Mason grinned, face hot at the response.

masonfucker1000: maybe, u say. idk abt that, those sound like v conditional feelings

Jules smiled. Back to good old... whoever.

familyjules: shut up you dork

familyjules: maybe i do have a crush on you.

familyjules: also what should i call you now if not elías?

masonfucker1000: well i definitely have a crush on you, baby

masonfucker1000: you can call me anything you want ;)

familyjules: asshole is the perfect name for you, asshole. ;)

familyjules: okay i gotta get into work. have a good evening, asshole! i'll talk to you later

masonfucker1000: ofc thats what u pick

masonfucker1000: talk to you later, jules x thanks for being awesome

Jules frowned a little at the end of the last text. He could only hear it in Mason's voice from the concert. He'd said it so many times: at every fucking concert Jules had ever watched live and the one he went to. Either this was a Mason superfan who was adopting language, or it... No. It couldn't be.

He pushed the thought out of his head. It was ridiculous.

Yet, as he went into work and through the night, he kept coming back to it. He just kept thinking about how cool and terrifying it would be if he were talking to the actual Mason Hill, but also how unlikely that was.

But it was oh-so fucking likely! The way Mason had kept looking at him at the concert could have been a coincidence, or it could have been Mason looking toward that general area and Jules was just a wishful thinker. Or it could have been Mason looking at him because he knew him. Because he liked him.

But the chances of Mason Hill being Elias and liking Jules... It was so ridiculous. The chance of that was, like, one in a fucking million.

Anyway, shouldn't he be wishfully thinking it was Austin going by his middle name and Jules totally seducing him?

masonfucker1000: hey hey heyyy how's it goin how was work

familyjules: exhausting. underpaying. the usual. had some woman threaten to throw a salad at me tonight because there were tomatoes on it and she hates tomatoes so much it warrants violence supposedly.

familyjules: but i was in a good mood overall thanks to you and your mutual crush... speaking of we should talk about that

masonfucker1000: yikes! cloudy w a chance of tomatoes up in there i see

masonfucker1000: aww! you're welcome

masonfucker1000: alright (?) hit me w it

familyjules: i don't want to like... date or anything til we meet if we ever do

familyjules: don't get me wrong i like you a lot

familyjules: but it feels wrong to do ldr if i can't know your identity at all even though i dont care that much about it

familyjules: just in terms of dating i'd need a name, you know? and more than just your age and that we like each other

Mason groaned. He saw it coming, but fuck.

masonfucker1000: no yeah, that makes sense.

masonfucker1000: i like you a lot

masonfucker1000: shit

masonfucker1000: fuck

masonfucker1000: i want to meet you

masonfucker1000: but

masonfucker1000: i think maybe some more time would be good

masonfucker1000: figure out how im gonna do this

Jules stared at the messages, feeling really bad about it. He sighed, hitting his forehead against the wheel lightly. Idiot.

familyjules: yeah. i'm sorry dude

masonfucker1000: hey no

masonfucker1000: don't worry abt it, you're right

masonfucker1000: you're being super sweet and understanding and i appreciate it

masonfucker1000: have i mentioned i really like you?

Jules sighed, leaning back again. He was too smitten for this guy. This was great. He hadn't seen this yet from him.

familyjules: i really like you, masonfucker1000

familyjules: for lack of a better name

Mason snorted, wheezing and bending over in his seat.

masonfucker1000: wow.

masonfucker1000: you really have a way with words

Mason had been floating on air ever since he'd finally told Jules that he wasn't Elias and Jules said that she liked him. It was amazing! It was unlike anything he'd felt before! Which meant he obviously had to share every detail with his bandmates.

"Good morning, prisoners of the Junkmobile!" Mason announced his knowingly unwanted consciousness as he hopped off his bunk, narrowly missing slamming his head against the top bunk adjacent to his. Their tour bus, which they tended to give nicknames, was a mess, but it was their mess, and really, everything was where it was should be.

"That wasn't the name we agreed on, was it?" Austin frowned, pausing in the middle of a spoonful of cereal.

Andrew rolled his eyes as he tossed a pile of Hot Pockets in the microwave.

"The Rat Roller has many names," Mason ruffled Austin's hair. He froze and frowned at them making sad breakfast. "Hey! No tourfast! Don't we have a few hours for Bryan's break?"

Chris groaned from a bit farther behind them in his bunk, "Stop trying to give everything a tour nickname. I thought you'd given up on that."

Bryan was their driver, and he took his breaks very seriously. He was definitely passed out right now. Not that they interacted with him much to know much more than that. Bryan, as many band bus drivers tended to be (in Nosam's experience), preferred minimal contact with the rabid animals that usually inhabited his enclosure.

"Never!" Mason hollered, grinning. "It's fun. Where's your tour spirit? Now, c'mon, let's go and get some actual food."

Andrew grimaced as if the concept of leaving the bus had physically burned him. "Rather not."

Austin nodded in agreement. "Pretty sure there's fans right outside. We're due for a hotel in a day or two anyway, we'll go out then."

Mason bounced a little, annoyed and definitely going fucking crazy on that bus. He pushed himself off the counter, falling into the booth across from Austin and sinking into it. "Guys, I'm going to lose my shit if I spent one more minute in here. Who cares if there's fans out? We'll say hi. I need out of this bus. I need to do something."

"Then go, no one's stopping you," Andrew looked at him pointedly.

"But I don't wanna go alone," Mason whined, looking off to Chris' bunk, his curtains half-closed. "Chris."

There was loud groaning from the bunk, and the curtains were shoved open as Chris' head poked out, blinking tiredly. "What, Mason?"

"Tell them we have to go out."

"We don't," Chris sighed.

"You guys don't love me anymore," Mason went on, throwing his head back.

Austin rolled his eyes. "Mase, we just want a break. We've got a show tonight, Stella's calling soon and—"

"You called her last night!" Mason sat up to look at him.

Austin blushed, his face turning red like a curtain falling over his face. "So? I miss her, I haven't seen in her in a month."

Mason made multiple sounds that were a mix between constipated groans and a kid throwing a tantrum.

The microwave blared, only adding to the volume. Andrew yanked the door open, a disgruntled sound falling from his lips as he grabbed the burning hot pockets with his bare hands. "And I have a date with the PS4," he announced as he carefully placed a can of Redbull on top of the pile in his hands and escaped to the back of the bus. Chris promptly ducked his head back in so Andrew could pass by, giving Mason a pleading look as he closed the curtain.

Mason pouted, quieting down as he stared at Austin, who awkwardly pushed Reese's Puffs around in his bowl, taking out his phone. Mason groaned again. "How about brunch? In a few hours?" he asked, loud enough Andrew in the back could hear. "C'mon, I want to tell you guys something."

"If it's about cyber sex with your fan, nyet!" Andrew hollered back.

"I second that motion. I've heard enough about Jules' sexting skills," Austin gagged.

The bunk their bassist was in made a bunch of unintelligible, mumbled Sleepy Chris sounds that Mason roughly translated to: I agree and I'm happy for you Mason, but please, no more of that.

Mason grinned, "No, but it's important. Pretty please?"

"Yes!" Chris yelled in exasperation, followed by a noncommittal uh huh from Andrew. Mason smiled, and then quickly dropped it to give Austin a sad look, but his performance was rudely interrupted by Austin's phone ringing.

Austin's face lit up as he picked up his phone, glancing up at Mason. "Okay, okay, brunch, but go somewhere else, alright? Watch Andrew or something."

"Okay, but if you guys start talking dirty, I'll throw your phone out the window."

Mason settled in next to Andrew, who frowned and sighed quietly, but otherwise didn't complain. The back of the bus was, for the most part, an unspoken quiet area, unless everyone was playing a game or talking about a game, or it was a Serious Conversation.

Mason watched Andrew dominate, and then Andrew handed him a controller. Chris joined later when he wanted to get away from Austin and Stella's horrible phone call that was, of course, taking a turn for the sexual. Mason quickly opted out of the next game when he got a message from Jules.

familyjules: hey hey masonfucker1000

masonfucker1000: oh my god not you again

familyjules: ): u hate me that much already? didn't we just admit we have crushes?

Mason grinned at the reminder. Crushes! He felt like he was fourteen, but he didn't care. They had mutual crushes, and this felt genuine, and natural, and like it could actually be something. AKA, as he was realizing, the polar opposite of all his exes.

masonfucker1000: what? idk what ur talking abt man

familyjules: not-elías cmon

familyjules: don't be a dumbass ):

masonfucker1000: im always a dumbass, darling

masonfucker1000: how was work?

familyjules: eh, it was alright. people are rude, but it's expected

familyjules: how was ur day? haven't heard from u much today

masonfucker1000: its been p chill! day off! mostly been lazying around and playing video games w friends! i hate tony he beats me! almost always! im gonna kill him!! and you wont even know its him on the news!

Sometime early on in their online relationship, Mason had had a hard time not mentioning Andrew, Austin, and Chris. They were his coworkers, his bandmates, his best friends and his family. His bros! How could he not? So, he'd ended up using other names for them. Tony, from Andrew's middle name Anthony, Vic from one of Austin's last names, and well, he'd just been spelling Chris as Criss, which was horrendous but a necessary evil.

familyjules: i'll keep an eye out for tonys in the obituaries and let the cops know they should look for a traveling prostitute who sounds like mason hill when he sings. what game did u play?

masonfucker1000: alrighty but I'm like fucking Mary Poppins ill be up and out before they even get there

masonfucker1000: Halo 5

familyjules: you're fucking mary poppins and not me?

familyjules: D:

masonfucker1000: ohmy god

masonfucker1000: i wish

masonfucker1000: i had a disney boner for her i swear

familyjules: okay but do u mean julie andrews or emily blunt poppins?

masonfucker1000: UH COME ON

masonfucker1000: OBVIOUSLY JULIE ANDREWS

masonfucker1000: MY TASTES ARE RAD AND CLASSY

familyjules: just making sure dude

familyjules: emily blunt's pretty hot after all

masonfucker1000: MEH SHES ALRIGHT

familyjules: smh your tastes are awful

masonfucker1000: u just fucking dissed urself

familyjules: damn right i did.

familyjules: on the contrary tho

familyjules: i have amazing taste.

masonfucker1000: dont u dare! u are the most gorgeous! the MOST! gorgeous!

masonfucker1000: and shit i cant argue that

familyjules: making me blush again, mf1000? already?

masonfucker1000: anytime and all the time

masonfucker1000: okay but what if I had the biggest grossest mole like

masonfucker1000: on my nose

masonfucker1000: im not saying i DO

masonfucker1000: i DON'T

masonfucker1000: and I'm also not saying moles are gross

masonfucker1000: okay

masonfucker1000: what I mean is

masonfucker1000: what if i was your definition of

masonfucker1000: fucking butt ugly

familyjules: oh, you're mason hill?

masonfucker1000: oh

masonfucker1000: my

masonfucker1000: fucking

masonfucker1000: god

masonfucker1000: u KNOW you wish u were mason's hands !!!!

masonfucker1000: i cant believe you !!!

masonfucker1000: i thought we had something !!!

familyjules: i didn't say his hands weren't pretty

familyjules: just a joke!! you dumbass

masonfucker1000: His HANDS?

masonfucker1000: thats ALL?

masonfucker1000: what about his PERFECT FACE?

masonfucker1000: his MUSCLES?

masonfucker1000: his HAIR?

masonfucker1000: his ASS?

masonfucker1000: his AVERAGE DICK?

familyjules: they're not awful, i guess. i doubt you look too much like him tho

masonfucker1000: I LOOK perfect

masonfucker1000: THATS ALL U NEED TO KNOW RN

masonfucker1000: AND HE'S PERFECT

familyjules: god this is why i don't interact with mason stans smfh

familyjules: now if u look like austin.... i'll nut in my jeans as soon as i see u

masonfucker1000: FUCK U

masonfucker1000: MASON STANS ARE THE BEST

masonfucker1000: and i look BETTER than austin so u WILL nut

familyjules: better??

familyjules: than austin?????

familyjules: does not compute?????????

masonfucker1000: you're INSUFFERABLE

masonfucker1000: I'll murder him

Mason whined indignantly, earning a look from both Chris and Andrew as he grabbed a pillow and stood up to launch it at Austin, who stopped mid-sentence to Stella to stammer and glare at him. "We're not being gross!" He blushed at whatever Stella said in response to that, quickly turning away again.

Mason sat back down without explanation, only mildly satisfied.

familyjules: okay im starting to think you're a traveling murderer prostitute. is that more correct?

masonfucker1000: im too pretty for prison

familyjules: that... wasn't a no

masonfucker1000: 😉🔫🔥🗡️💼🕶🤖🖤😍💥

familyjules: what's the robot doin in there? do u kill via robot?

masonfucker1000: im an emotionless killer

masonfucker1000: ruthless

familyjules: OH. kinky

masonfucker1000: oh, yeah? youre into that?

familyjules: ;)

familyjules: maybe i am

masonfucker1000: wait ur into ruthless murderers or being ruthlessly murdered

familyjules: ;)

masonfucker1000: oh my god its the latter isnt it

familyjules: 🤤🔫🗡️🔥🤖

Mason had practically dragged the boys out of the bus. For all the constant complaining about how cramped and boring the bus was, they sure hated leaving it. Which was totally understandable, fans could be a lot, especially after hanging with them during so many shows and meet and greets, but it was definitely worth it for some food. Or at least that was what Mason thought.

With the help of a couple of bodyguards, the guys managed to get through a small crowd of fans and cameras near the bus, and into the nearest decent-looking restaurant. Mason sighed happily as they were seated. "You guys need sunlight and all that. Papa Rod said we shouldn't be shut in the bus if we can help it."

"Papa Rod can suck it," Andrew kicked lightly at Mason's leg, looking over the menu with interest.

"Do you think they have frozen yogurt? I've been craving it for weeks," Austin questioned, miserable and hopeful as he flipped to the back of the menu. Chris' eyes widened and he dropped his menu in favor of looking at desserts with Austin.

Mason laughed, "If you guys are doing dessert first, I'm in, but I want pie. Wait, you're distracting me! I need to tell you something—"

"They do!" Chris pointed out the froyo on the menu, and Austin gasped.

Andrew watched them deliberate excitedly over flavors in amusement, glancing at Mason. "What's up?"

"I sort of told Jules the truth. That I'm not who I've been telling her I am," Mason blurted, raising an eyebrow as Austin and Chris stopped to stare at him.

"What does that mean?" Austin gaped. "Does she know who you are? Did she faint? Have you checked social media?" Chris tried to discreetly check his phone.

"No," Mason rolled his eyes, laughing a little, "Of course she doesn't know— I just, I couldn't keep lying like that, I felt like shit. And after actually meeting her... I just couldn't, so I told her I'm not Elias, but that I can't really tell her much about me."

"Oh," Chris frowned, putting his phone down. "That's... still sort of..." "Complicated?" Andrew supplied, playing with his fingers anxiously as a few people around them stared and whispered to themselves excitedly. "How'd she take it?"

"Great, and we even admitted we had feelings—"

Andrew gasped sarcastically, smiling slightly as he dropped his chin in his hands as he leaned forward. "You admitted you had feelings?"

"You're not funny, Drew," Mason tried to hide a smile, his next words making it easier. "She said that we can't really... well, date, if she doesn't know stuff about me and hasn't even met me. I told her I'd need time to figure it out. I want to tell her, but... I don't know," Mason muttered, sighing and looking down at the table as he played with the corners of his menu.

"Makes sense," Chris smiled sympathetically, giving his hand.

"We would really like to not experience another Catherine," Austin teased.

Andrew shuddered, "Don't even mention it, I still half-expect for some agent to send us a thriller screenplay based on your fan stalker."

"Ha ha," Mason chuckled, "Okay, I know I've said I'm not really into the big screen, but I would totally do that one."

Andrew looked to Austin and Chris. "So, are we getting the froyo?"

They spent way more time than was necessary debating the validity of certain froyo flavors (honestly, an old debate constantly refueled), Mason checking the Nosam site after they had finally agreed on one.

masonfucker1000: real talk: whos the one person youre embarrassed to say you want to fuck

familyjules: real talk? mason hill

masonfucker1000: aw COME ON

masonfucker1000: what did MASON HILL EVER DO TO U??

familyjules: im KIDDING

familyjules: ur reactions are just hilarious

familyjules: honestly tho? my clone. i'd fuck myself.

masonfucker1000: sadist

masonfucker1000: wait

masonfucker1000: what

masonfucker1000: what

masonfucker1000: you'd what

familyjules: lots of shame in that

familyjules: you heard me

familyjules: read me?

masonfucker1000: 1) i did not expect that

masonfucker1000: 2) why would you have any shame in that

familyjules: 1) gotta keep you on your toes

familyjules: 2) it's fucking myself, dude??? you wouldn't feel any shame if someone walked in on u fucking ur clone?

masonfucker1000: not at all

masonfucker1000: thatd be hot

familyjules: anyway, who would you be embarrassed to fuck?

familyjules: you're biased.

masonfucker1000: biased? cuz i know im hot shit? yeah probably

masonfucker1000: and uh...

masonfucker1000: huh

masonfucker1000: Christina Ricci

familyjules: oh, i thought you were talking about u walking in on me fucking myself. damn. familyjules: misinterpreted

familyjules: and christina ricci????? she's fucking hot

familyjules: why would u be embarrassed

masonfucker1000: that would also be hot

masonfucker1000: and yes, she is masonfucker1000: you don't just fuck christina ricci, you take her out on a date and then get horribly rejected by her

familyjules: .....fair.

masonfucker1000: not to mention shes probably a top

familyjules: major top vibes from ricci too. u trying to tell me something, not-elías?

familyjules: HA

masonfucker1000: ... im a top

familyjules: what if u walked in on christina ricci fucking me

familyjules: what then

masonfucker1000: oh shit

masonfucker1000: id be so mad

familyjules: would u bottom for christina?

masonfucker1000: ...................................................................

masonfucker1000: yes.

familyjules: damn. u would be embarrassed to fuck her then huh

familyjules: wait would u be embarrassed to fuck stella? u could take her and i could take austin

"Ugh, gross," Mason grimaced, sighing at Austin, who had some froyo stuck to his mouth when he looked up at him. "Why is Jules so obsessed with boning you? It's like, the only turn-off."

Austin shrugged sheepishly. "You're finally into someone and she couldn't care less about Mason Hill. It's the universe telling you you're not that great."

"Don't slander, Sally, I'm the best the universe has ever made. The Goddess made me on the seventh day."

Austin opened his mouth to argue, but thought better of it. Froyo was vastly more important than Mason's ego.

masonfucker1000: oh jesus christ

masonfucker1000: i guess i would but i don't like the second part of that plan

familyjules: you don't? ):

masonfucker1000: nope

masonfucker1000: you can take chris

familyjules: ugh

familyjules: dont get me wrong i love chris but i don't love chris

masonfucker1000:

masonfucker1000: ugh?

masonfucker1000: HA

masonfucker1000: thats hilarious

familyjules: he's just big inspo!

familyjules: christo!

masonfucker1000: how bout Andrew?

familyjules: UGH

familyjules: BORING

masonfucker1000: OH SHIT cmon

masonfucker1000: what makes u think he'd be boring?

familyjules: i'd take MASON over andrew

familyjules: i mean, andy's cool and all but he's so quiet

masonfucker1000: you make it sound like fucking mason would be so horrible

familyjules: need someone to talk to

familyjules: puh-LEASE he would be

masonfucker1000: the quiet ones are always the freaky ones

masonfucker1000: oh he talks a lot to the band doesn't he?

masonfucker1000: WHY DO U SAY THAT

familyjules: the freaky ones? are you joking that andrew's freaky? interesting

familyjules: yeah but i'm not the band!

masonfucker1000: im just sayin its who hes close to !

familyjules: what, are u jealous of mason now cuz he's my second choice? this is hypothetical, man

masonfucker1000: masons above all, im jealous u somehow think austin tops him and me and apparently everyone else

masonfucker1000: do u have eyes??

familyjules: hey i didn't know you were in this equation

familyjules: i'd choose you anyday, ne

familyjules: definitely my top choice.

familyjules: 1. not-elías (tho i'd need a name to moan) 2. austin elías salinas vicente 3. mason hill

masonfucker1000: awwww SHUCKS scratch that i have never been jealous in my entire life

masonfucker1000: I read that as neigh tho

masonfucker1000: what's your favorite thing in the entire world

familyjules: is that even a question?

masonfucker1000: yes it is tell me

masonfucker1000: is it sour gummy worms

familyjules: oh that's a good one

familyjules: check out that list again, dude

familyjules: hello? did i kill u or something?

masonfucker1000:

YEAH how are you single ???

give a dude a WARNING

familyjules: whoops

familyjules: just found the right person, so... waiting on them

familyjules: OOPS. warning

masonfucker1000: im the right person, huh?

familyjules: pretty sure you could be

familyjules: not a 60 year old mouth breather? apparently hotter than austin? loves nosam?

familyjules: hilarious?

familyjules: sweet?

familyjules: only downside is: mason stan.

familyjules: but that i can live with

masonfucker1000: oh my god that's an UPSIDE

masonfucker1000: youre really in for it baby

masonfucker1000: im the definition of the right one

familyjules: oh, i'm sure

masonfucker1000:

despite your unrelenting obsession w Austin, you are absolutely heartstoppingly gorgeous, and the easiest person to talk to, with the lamest sense of humor (like me) and you are a huge teddy bear!! 🐻 so right back atcha, sweetheart

familyjules: dumbass. there's that sweetness i was talking about 💙💙💙💙

[kaimuki]

I’d like to share something I wrote in high school; this was about two months before graduation --I was eighteen years old. I found it a very pleasant read. I posted it on my first Tumblr that I deleted before starting college, and it was in a response to an anonymous request to write about anyone that I’ve met. I hope you enjoy. 

Title: Without You, It’s a Waste of Time [A/N: Strawberry Swing by Coldplay.]

Epigraph: I can’t describe to you how surprised I was to find out I loved her. I even hoped for a while that she’d throw me over, but she didn’t, because she was in love with me too. [A/N: I loved The Great Gatsby. I still do.]

Through the darkness, I found myself lying in a bed next to L watching a marathon of really bad horror movies. I should have known it then, that he was changing my life by just spending time with me, but being around L wiped out every pretentious, presumptuous, and pensive ramblings in my mind, left every thought train wrecked resting in peace; I think that’s why it’s so hard for me to write about him now. [A/N: Back then I knew I was pretentious.]

There are two different types of meeting people. One, we physically meet them. We get introduced by mutual friends, family, or we happen to be in the same place and time. We meet people like this all the time, almost every day in fact. Everywhere we go we expect to meet people because, well, the world is full of them. We can’t avoid each other for too long. However, that is not the question.

Have I ever met anyone? truly, unexpectedly, surprisingly? Two, to discover a spirit within a human body, to stumble across the gem of a soul, this type of meeting someone is special. I’ve only done this a few times… and especially with L. [A/N: Drinking game! Take a shot every time I use tricolon! Two down!]

He never wore any fancy clothes, just stuff he thought was cool, stuff really subtle that worked well together; sweatshirts, t-shirts, and jeans, you already know. This made him approachable. He had normal hair, normal shoes, normal things. The idea of normal motivated L, called L to prove himself someone worth knowing. He was funny when he wanted to be; talented without a doubt, and in the looks department, he had something going for him. He had a killer smile when he did show it, a nice voice when he wasn’t quiet. [A/N: Four!]

L was the type of guy who gets under your skin without trying, without even intending to. There was something about him people noticed, something that polarized them to either being insanely intrigued by L or insanely irritated. He never realized this. He was always confused as to why people came and went so quickly. You see, he was easy to judge. People wanted to know what made him tick. They would get close, and after they figured it all out, they left. He was hard to see, hard to read, but easy to talk to and even easier to talk about. 

The majority of the time I was around this guy I never really paid any attention to him until we were in close quarters: one, same place, same time. We were sitting next to each other on a bus. He didn’t say much besides the usual exchange in a first conversation, but he offered an ear bud so we could both listen to Kevin Hart’s A Grown Little Man, which I loved. Swinging. I was intrigued, and I didn’t even know it. We exchanged numbers casually, hung out casually, laughed, ate, talked together so casually. We would get into fun, get into trouble together a lot too. Everything with him was so natural. I found myself thinking about him a lot, more and more as I got to know him. Our bus got into a crash that. Everyone was okay. It just gave us more time to pass. [A/N: I actually think I intentionally did not complete that sentence. For reasons.]

Know it wasn’t the relationship. It was never about that. As much as what we were mattered to other people, the idea of “we” was nothing between us. In my mind, he was just L. In his mind, I was just me. I believe this because when it ended, we both didn’t want it to, whatever it was. It was all the little moments we shared, the unconscious breaths and airs we exchanged, the electric touches between our skin that slipped under our awareness, that made up the fibers that connected our heartstrings. It was all those things we would never pass up that stood for something greater than just a collection of memories, a scrapbook of interactions. I don’t know what you could define that as. [A/N: Some of it is cringey. I forgive myself for it though. You don't have to. Five, by the way.]

The Haunting In Connecticut had been over for more than an hour then. It must’ve been some time between 2 and 3am. Mary and Isaiah were asleep next to us, and Chris had knocked out before Texas Chainsaw Massacre even started. I was laying down with my head on L’s chest, feeling much more comfortable, safe, warm with him than with Isaiah, (shots fired,) and we just talked. It had probably been the sixth time we talked about our favorite colors, (mine blue and his olive green,) the second time we talked about bad things, and the first time we ever talked about living. L told me about all the things he wanted to do with his life: go to college, win sports competitions, travel across the universe. He talked about the things that made him sad like whenever his dad leaves, happy like when he gets to tease Nick and Mars, the things that scared him like people getting to know him too well. He talked about what he thought the world outside of this bubble was going to be like. There must be bubbles everywhere. He told me everything, and I listened. While he talked, his finger traced the lines of my hand. The other reached into the darkness of the room, reached through empty lightless space ad sidera, ad astra. He finished, stopped, and breathed for a little bit. I still listened. [A/N: Ten? Maybe my definition for tricolon is wrong. This seems like too much. L said that thing in italics, by the way.]

Inhale. Exhale, deeply and smoothly. Then he says something I would never forget:

This is it.  What? This is what I want. I want this forever. 

I didn’t ask because I already knew. It’s nice, you know? to have L to talk to; for L to have me to listen because I just want to get to know him, because I like his voice, for the sake of listening; I had L to laugh with, adventure with, to hold hands with and walk under his arm. I had L who didn’t care what I looked like when I ate barbecue or when I bummed around at home; just to have had L, to whom the most important thing is that I felt good, content, and happy, was something all on its own. [A/N: I'm not counting anymore. I refuse to.]

I’ll step back for a second to take a look at this story with you. It doesn’t sound special, does it? When hopes turn into dreams and dreams turn into visions when you close your eyes, you see this and know it inside and out. You know that when he leaves he kisses you on the forehead, tells you he’ll be back again for tea, that he’ll never forget you and that you’ll always be his girl. Because you see it in the movies, in all of those shows, you might be even blessed to have experienced it before, the amazing kiss from his perfect lips, so soft so gentle and everything you imagined it would be, you know exactly what that feels like. Maybe you won’t believe me when I say this was something different and every time it will be something different, but I don’t care if you believe me or not. This is the best way I can tell it.

L and I wanted each other, didn’t know we’d need each other; L and I had each other, even though we didn’t deserve each other. People are gifts, miracles sometimes. When you have someone you want, someone you didn’t know you’d need, when you’re blessed with the presence of someone you didn’t deserve, it feels like the world will give you a break sometimes. When it’s someone else’s choice, to choose you to make happy, to choose you and not Stella, Joleen, or Kaitlin, to not choose Jack or Isaiah, it’s a break. I can believe that now. [A/N: Aliases.]

When it was over, I began to believe in something else:

1. The real good things in life could never be planned or expected. 2. As much as it is about loving someone, it is about being loved.

It ended too soon, too early, but I’m okay with that. Here’s where I meet him: my heart and the spaces in between are painted with my imagination of everything that it was, everything that it could be, before any of it could have gotten spoiled. Who I am now and what I believe gives a part to L. I never got to thank him for that, but the memories should suffice. It’s about hope and faith in fate and love, in the world I guess. There is always a today, a tonight. 

We all think of each other, you know.

[A/N: I used to think I had to fight for the real good things in life. I thought I had to fight for love, happiness, and peace. I did. I realized I could do that, easily, in fact, but the love, happiness, or peace that I fought for never meant so much or felt as good as the gifts I were graced with. Serendipity, is that the word I'm looking for? 

I wrote this about a year after meeting L. I published it on April 1st, 2012 at 11:11P.M. because that was my sense of humor. I can't take all this seriously, because I knew nothing in life ever truly means anything, but it was also a wish. That life and its experiences were important. Real. Something. You know? Ah, forget about it.

Anyway, thanks for reading. Feel free to ask me questions about it.]

[lesbianlametron]

Victuuri week day 7

Title: Sentimental Saturday

Rating: T

Warnings: None

 Prompts: Victor: Promises, Yuuri: Memories/Moments.

Summary: Post-season 1, Victor and Yuuri are living together in Victor’s Saint Petersburg apartment. They spend a lazy Saturday morning in bed reminiscing about their favorite moments from the last GPF season. Yuuri brings up Victor’s marriage promise and Victor makes a new one. This is 2k worth of complete fluff.

((I actually finished one on time for my time-zone!!!! I hope you like this gooey fluff!))

Sentimental Saturday

It was 8:00 in the morning on a Saturday, and the couple in bed had no intention of getting up. Yuuri felt his partner stir beside him and he snuggled closer, chasing the warmth. He a little bit hoped Victor wasn’t preparing to get him up for practice. Saturday was usually their day off, but with Victor he never knew. If his fiancé got excited about something, he was an unstopped force of energy. Yuuri had to admit he was excited about his routines for next season because they had spent time working on the choreography together. Then again, it would feel really good to just spend a lazy morning with Victor. Cautiously, Yuuri peeked an eye open and saw Victor’s eyes open as well. He was staring off into space with a glazed over eyes. There was a fond smile on his face and Yuuri wondered what Victor was thinking about.

             “Victor?” Yuuri murmured softly as he sat up a little.

             Victor jumped a little, not expecting Yuuri to be up at this time. He usually had to wake Yuuri up and drag him out of bed for practice or breakfast. Yuuri chuckled a little at Victor’s surprise because he always looked so cute with his mouth hanging open and his eyes wide. “Look at you, Yuuri, up before 11 am on our day off.”

             Yuuri gave him a playful glare and Victor grinned at him. “You’re always waking me up, so maybe my body’s getting used to it.” He thought back to the look on Victor’s face and curiosity got the best of him. “You were completely zoned out there, what were you thinking about?”

             Victor’s smiled changed from a cheeky grin to a soft, loving smile. Even after nearly a year together, that smile still made Yuuri feel warm tingly inside like he’d just stepped into the hot springs back home. Home, that’s what Victor made him feel like. Hasetsu had and always will be his home, but Saint Petersburg had also become home. It was where Victor was, where they trained together, where they lived alone together, and where Yuri would invite himself over when he ‘just wanted to bug them’.

“I was just thinking about how far we’ve come. All of my best memories have been with you.”

             Yuuri immediately blushed because of Victor’s words. This had been his best year too, but he hadn’t expected it to be Victor’s best. “Better than the year you won your first GPF gold metal or even the fifth?”

             Victor reached over and cupped Yuuri’s face, stroking his cheek with the pad of his thumb. It was a tender and light touch that sent shivers down Yuuri’s spine. “Yes. I mean those were great moments, but I have always been the kind of person who only did things that benefitted myself. After the fifth medal, I worried no one would ever be able to beat me and I would never be able to surprise the audience again. I was lost. Then I saw your video and I thought ‘this guy has potential to surprise and maybe even beat me’. You had such artistry and passion in your step sequences, it took my breath away. I’ve never told you this out loud, but you taught me the two most important L words.”

             “What other L word then love?” Yuuri was barely keeping it together. Every word out of Victor’s mouth was equally as embarrassing as it was sweet.

             “You taught me about life. My life was all about winning, but even when you didn’t win, I was proud of you. I had been attracted to you at the banquet, but I didn’t fall for you until the cup of China. In coaching you, I learned I had been neglecting both my life and love. Because of you, I was motivated to fight again, but also to skate with you. I learned what it felt like to live my life with another person. And how much joy it could bring me to just watch someone I love succeed, knowing I was part of making that happen.”

             “Victor…I…” Yuuri wanted to respond, but he was at a loss for words. Victor had been his long-time idol and then his coach, and then his friend and finally his first love. Sometimes he still felt like it had all been a dream. He felt such deep feelings for Victor, but he didn’t realize they were love until Barcelona. He had always thought he was the one pursuing Victor, but Victor had been actively and desperately chasing him. “This year had surpassed my wildest dreams. I mean you were my idol and then I fell in love with the real you, who was even better than the man I had idolized. It’s still unbelievable sometimes.”

             It wasn’t a long speech like Victor had given, but he never expected that from Yuuri. He still thought of how Yuuri had blurted out his theme of love in short choppy sentences. He found that he didn’t need the big sappy speech, just hearing the words ‘I love you’ was enough. The fact that Yuuri had always shied away from physical touch, but had slowly accepted Victor’s touch had meant more than he could ever say. He had laughed when Yurio had told him about Yuuri’s hugging spree when he had been upset. Only his hug calmed Yuuri down and cheered him up. “What’s your favorite memory of the past season?”

             Yuuri thought for a moment. There were so many moments he loved about being with Victor. Of course, exchanging rings had been one of the best ones, but there was also the kiss after his attempt at a quad flip, or being asked to live with Victor. His eyes lit up when he settled on his favorite one. “My exhibition skate. I finally got to skate with you like an equal to the song that brought us together.”

             “That is up there for me too.” Victor leaned down and kissed Yuuri. It was soft and sweet and Victor let the moment drag on for several mintues. He wasn’t trying to start anything, but he just wanted to kiss Yuuri. Yuuri placed his hands on Victor’s hips and pulled himself closer. The more confident Yuuri had become with their relationship, the more initiative he took when it came to their kisses and it drove Victor wild. Their lips fit together in a way that only could said as perfect for them. Kisses were messy and sometimes had too much teeth or tongue, but they both couldn’t get enough of the feeling. Yuuri had been the first to add tongue to their kisses because Victor was still worried about making Yuuri uncomfortable. Afterward, Yuuri apologized for not being good at it and Victor told him he loved it anyway.

             “What is your favorite then?” Yuuri asked when he finally felt like pulling away.

             “I thought it would have been our first kiss, but it wasn’t that. It was your final free skate. I ha-had tears in my eyes when you landed perfect quad flip and s-ska-t-ted, oh Yuuri, that feels incredible! Skated, the most…the most beautiful free program I’ve had the pleasure of watching. I’m glad we have on it video because I watch it when you’re not around.” Yuuri had been listening, but also had started kissing Victor’s neck as he spoke. He liked how he could feel the vibrations of Victors words against his lips and how his little wet kisses made Victor stumble a bit over those words. Victor cradled Yuuri’s head as he was being kiss and ran his fingers through Yuuri’s hair. He loved Yuuri’s eyes and his lips and his butt, but most of all he loved the feeling of Yuuri’s silky hair between his fingers.

             “I’m glad I could make you happy. I also liked being able to share my favorite dish with you.” Yuuri murmured and paused to look into Victor’s eyes. That beautiful shade of blue-green had immediately become his favorite color the first moment he’d looked into Victor’s eyes.

             “Me too. Even though I made you cry, I’m glad you finally told me what to do when you’re upset. I was glad it was something I could do because I already wanted to stay by your side.”

             “You have gotten better at dealing with my anxieties. I actually liked that moment for us too. Because I had cried before a competition, I felt relieved.”

             “Or the first time I saw you skate a perfect Eros program.” Victor bit his lip in remembrance of how sexy Yuuri had looked. “Chris may have a sexy short program, but I was more thrilled by yours every time.”

             “I liked our hug in the airport. It wasn’t just me desperately running to see you, but you seemed like you also wanted me just as badly.” Yuuri reached up and brushed Victor’s bangs out of his face, trailing his fingers down Victor’s cheek.

             “But I did, I had fallen in love you after that perfect Eros program or more, I realized I was in love with you. That kiss wasn’t just to surprise you, I really felt it. Of course I desperately wanted to hold you! I didn’t want to miss being with you during such an important time.” Victor leaned into Yuuri’s touch and placed his hand top of Yuuri’s, trapping Yuuri’s hand against his cheek. He loved Yuuri’s kisses, but he also had a soft spot for Yuuri’s spontaneous, tender touches. He stroked his thumb over the back of Yuuri’s hand and smiled at him. His heart thudded in his chest when Yuuri responded with such a loving sweet smile.

             “I loved when you told all our friends that we were engaged. Although it was embarrassing and surprising, I was happy that you would even joke like that.”

             “But it wasn’t a joke, Yuuri.”

             “I know, you told me later and I was even more stunned.” He closed the space between them and pressed his forehead against Victor’s with a sad smile. “Sorry I didn’t win gold so we didn’t get married.”

             “You’ll just have to beat me this season.” Yuuri looked a little unsure that he could, and Victor was ready to reassure him. “And even if you don’t, let’s really get married after this season.”

             Yuuri’s eyes lit up and he sucked in a loud gasp. “Really?”

             “Really, my darling, it’s a promise.”

             “I…I accept.” Yuuri wanted to say more but he flushed with embarrassment and pressed his lips together.

             Victor pulled back so he could really look at Yuuri. “What did you just think?”

             “C-could we have the wedding in Hasetsu?”

             “Only if you win gold. I have to give you some drive so you don’t go back into warm up mode.”

             “It’s a promise. I will beat you, Victor Nikiforov!”

             Victor let out a little chuckle, not making fun of Yuuri but in happiness that Yuuri had the confidence to say it. “You better bring everything you have, Katsuki, I won’t take it easy in the slightest. I have record to break now.”

             “Well, Vitya, I have a record to keep, so you’re on.”

             “I am so absolutely and hopelessly in love with you, Yuuri.”

             “I love you Victor, more than I ever thought was possible.”

             Victor practically squealed in delight, rolling on top of Yuuri so he was trapped beneath him. He looked at Yuuri for a moment, drinking in every inch of his beautiful face, before attacking his face with hundreds of little kisses. It made Yuuri giggle and want to push Victor away, but he also loved it so, so much. If he and Victor could have moments like this, then he could get through any anxiety about skating or the next season. He would find new ways to surprise Victor just to see those happy tears a million times over. He had thought last season was it for him, that he just couldn’t top that free skate, but he was more motivated than ever. He had spent so much time catching up to Victor, but now they were equals and maybe he could even surpass him. It would be hard for either of them to lose this season, but as long as they only lost to each other, they would be grateful.

[dbtrilogy2]

Shut it Down(7)

Mona

Uh school...the hell hole for everyone under law to attend. This place brings me down but it's ok because after school is what important. A game is coming up soon so we have cheer practice. It's an important game at that an away game with our rival school which oddly is the school dad went to. Apparently that's how mom and dad met. Anyway after that me and Stanley are going with mom and the aunts shopping for outfits for uncle Max pre-grand opening. See school is just a holding cell until adults are ready to deal with us again.

"Alright ladies now this practice is very important. We are going to the first away game of the new season and it just so happen to be with those bums downtown." The head rolled her eyes standing in front of us all. "We are gonna practice our team build up cheers and the taunting cheers starting with that one from the freshmans."

She clapped and we all stood getting ready to start stretching. Stanley and I were rocking our Ivy Park gear which by the way is a line coming out by queen B herself. Dad got the hook up and we got some early stuff to flaunt and probably some free promo.

"Cute shorts guys. What's ivy park?" One of the girls asked.

"Oh just a up coming clothing line from someone special." I smirk.

As we are finishing up our stretches the basketball team came in. They whistle at us like little fuck boys.

"Lookin good in those shorts Stanley!" One of them yelled over.

We all giggled at her pink face. The coach came in blowing his annoying whistle having them start their drills just as we start.

"Ok let's do hustle." The captain said.

We get in a straight line facing the team doing the stomp clap combo.

*H-H..HUS..T-T..TLE H-U-S-T-L-E hustle guys hustle hustle cobras hustle!*

"Ok next one let's go!"

*explode-ignite the cobra team is DYNAMITE DYNAMITE we're DYNAMITE we're tick tick tick tick BOOM! DYNAMITE!*

Xdance

We worked on other cheers then ended practice. We changed and wait back in the gym for mom to come pick us up. I was on my phone while Stanley was doing homework. I probably should be but I'll just wait until later it's Friday why rush?

"Sup ladies." Julian came sitting on the seat below us.

"Hey...you stink." He flipped me off which I just smiled at and blew a kiss. He picked up my bag of berry skittles taking some. "Hey stop! What do you want?"

"Just came to see what y'all still doing here for?"

"Mom is picking us up to go shopping for uncle Max restaurant." Stanley told him keeping her eyes on her homework.

"Dope. You look nice Stanley."

Scrunching my face I peak up. He was standing now in front of her smiling all wide and shit. Stanley blushed combing her fingers through her hair.

"T-thanks."

The coach called him back over. When he was far enough I took her folder getting her attention. "What the hell was that?"

"A compliment?"

"Nah don't act like that was a everyday compliment. He bit his lip at you!"

"So? Why you making it a big deal?"

"Maybe because you not only blushed but you did that thing in your hair with your fingers!" I've noticed those two lately and it's starting to look like something. "Does he like you ah do you like him!?"

"What I-I don't know what your talking about...your crazy." She chuckled taking back the folder.

"Oh my god Stanley you do like him! Wait no ew he's your cousin." I stepped down to the seat in front of her.

"Technically he's not...we are not related in anyway." She shrugged making me smile and hit her. "Ow stop!"

"You like him!"

"Could you be any louder?"

"So you do?"

"I didn't say that."

"You didn't say no either." She peaked up at me. "I knew something was up he always be all extra nice to you oh and he won you that poodle that you suddenly can't sleep peacefully without."

She cover her face clearly blushing. "Can you please stop?"

"Awwwwww this is so cute!"

"Whatever he probably doesn't even like me back."

"Bitch....shut up yes he does. He probably just doesn't know how to tell you guys are weird when they like a girl. When their younger they hit us when their older they act like we're another species."

Sitting back in my seat we watched them run drills or whatever. Julian got the ball doing a bunch of tricks. He stepped to the line looking over quickly then shot letting the net make a sound. Looking back over he points at us. Laughing I shake her.

Mom text us to come out. On the way I catch Sam in the halls.

"Baby!" He looked back chuckling catching me when I ran into his arm. "Why are you here?"

"Debate team it just ended. My brother is here picking me up. Hey Stanley." She waved.

"Oh ok when's your next debate so I can come see you kick ass." We held hands walking out the school.

"I'll let you know. Text me later." He kissed my cheek heading to a car parked in front of mom truck.

A guy leaned on the hood on his phone. He looked up nodding at Sam then looked our way. My eyes widen as I stopped. He smiled licking his lips walking back over to the driver side.

"Mona stop that's a grown man." Stanley hit me.

"So he was eyeing me." I smirk.

"Yeah whatever...jailbait."

"Shut up!"

Camila

"How was school girls?

"Same way it always full of simple book stuff ignorant kids and asshole teachers."

Sighing I look back at Mona while Isabel and Rebecca laughed.

"You are your mothers child." Isabel said patting her head. "I hope you getting good grades tho hate the place all you want without education your just another pretty face."

"Of course I get good grades which is why I stay with haters. They just mad because I'm beautiful, I'm smart, I'm talented and I got a fat-"

"Mona!" Rebecca and Isabel even Stanley started hollering laughing. "I knew I should've beat you more when you were younger."

"Girl bye you barely laid a hand on any of those kids of yours cause big bad cammy gets all soft when it comes to her kids." Rebecca teased.

"Shut up not everyone enjoys hitting their kids like you psycho mom."

"Hey I'll take that name proudly." She flipped her hair back. "Drive faster damn it!"

"Where are we going anyway what happen to looking for outfits?" Stanley said speaking for the first time since getting in. She's my little shy baby.

"We are but first I'm meeting with someone about my own shop. Then we'll go focus on our outfits for tomorrow night."

"Oh your building you own shop?" Mona looked up from her phone. "Hire me?"

"To do what your fourteen boo?"

"I can do whatever as long as I'm getting paid."

"For what your spoiled ass gets everything from your weak daddy."

"Mom your just as spoiled as me why you always dogging me! We should be bonding from how spoiled we both are." She gave me soft eyes.

"Damn...it's like you were cloned."

"Shut up Rebecca!" We all laughed as I pull up to the empty building. A guy in a suit stood inside walking around.

We all climb out heading inside with her. The guy smiled coming over.

"What beautiful woman you all are. My name is Ted."

"Hi thank you for letting me see the place." Rebecca shook his hand. He smiled holding on for a while.

She chuckled sliding her hand back and started looking around with us. It was a nice space with the the paint beautiful furniture it could be really great.

"I can already see myself getting customers into the changing rooms here and Stanley at the cash register right...here. Aunt becca as you can see I'm planning this whole place myself."

She rolled her eyes telling us how she wants to set everything up. She even has a grand opening party in mind already. Ted hands her a pair of keys and a folder shaking her hand again just not as awkward this time.

"So why are you selling this place?"

"Oh uh it was suppose to be for my fiancé but...she left me for zero was suppose to be my best friend. I bought it for her but she's doesn't deserve it so I'm selling it to get back what I lost."

"Damn." Rebecca and Mona both said.

I slapped Mona head glaring.

"Well sorry to hear that I hope you recover soon and thank you very much for this."

"Oh no problem just make sure I get invited to that grand opening it sounds great."

"Sure of course thank you again."

He showed himself out. We waited until he had pulled off to get at our girl.

"Ay aunt becca...I know someone who likes you!" Stanley teased tickling up her arm.

"Girl bye! He can look all he wants but my husband would beat his ass if he was ever to step out of line...if my husband would learn to take himself away from his work." She sighed rolling her eyes.

"Uh oh Stanley looks like we gotta step out for a second."

"No girls it's ok nothing bad happened. It's just Carlton for some reason grew the thought I would like or approve him working all days at all times just to get gifts here and there. As my husband I just thought he would know me better than that."

"Oh yeah I dealt with this when me and Chris got back together. It was like he was handing me a ribbon box every week and I just had to shit it down. You just have to make sure he gets your not like these gold digging bitches out here you don't need him to buy you thing after thing to keep you happy." I told her.

She locked up the shop then we decided to go across the street to the Starbucks for a quick drink.

"I did and I'm hoping he understood. I'd rather him be home with me and the kids over him being at work just so my wrist can be dripping in ice. I swear I love that man to death but he can be so slow sometimes."

"I think that's all men they just get all dumb when they fall for a woman." Isabel smirk shrugging.

We got in line ready to order. Stanley showed us something called a secret menu so we all ordered from there.

Camila:21. caramel snickerdoodle macchiato Isabel:warm sugar cookie Rebecca:butterbeer frappuccino Stanley:fuzzy peach tea Mona:raspberry cheesecake latte

Once we got them and we're ready to leave we noticed flashes. It was like we all thought the same thing and groan all together.

"Hello ladies you all look beautiful." One of the camera men said walking in front of us.

"Thank you." I smiled pulling my shades out and on.

"What is this a family day for just the ladies?" Another asked.

"Something like that." Isabel answered.

"How's school for you two young ladies?"

"As great as it'll get." Mona answered for them both.

"So Rebecca you are a designer mom of two with a producer and designer husband, Camila is a dancer mom of six with a do everything husband...Isabel the teacher mom of two what does your man do?"

"He's a chef in fact he will be having a big pre-grand opening for his own restaurant tomorrow which everyone should be at." She smiled.

"Nice plug there supporting you man...nice. So uh Camila news is your working with an artist signed to Chris label Beats Records named Robin?"

"Yeah in order to get some buzz going on her song coming out soon I'll be doing choreography to the song."

"Ok so you supporting the artist or your husband?"

"Um both...she has a uh interesting voice and style of music." I sighed finally reaching the car.

"Oh good to know one of you is nice. Not sure if you knew but she was asked about you doing this and according to her it's more a privilege to you."

I climb in starting up the car waiting for the rest of them to get in. "Oh really?"

"Yeah she tweeted how she's afraid you might not be able to live up to your older work now."

"Mhm ok thanks for that have a nice day." I pull off quick. "I hate sneaky bitches!"

"Ay this chick went on a interview!" Mona yelled. "Ma turn on the blue tooth."

"So being that you are on the label of Christopher Washington have you been able to meet his wife the wonder dancer?"

She laughed. "Um wonder dancer? I will say Camila is amazing I am a fan but I mean come on it's been a while and she has six kids now the two youngest probably aren't even potty trained yet. That's no shade or anything but my song Work is up beat it's a get turnt up I don't want it to be to much for her."

I chuckled hitting the wheel. People have been leaving me the hell alone letting me do what I do!

"See this is why I use to be that bitch somebody always testing me and when I get at they neck...suddenly I'm the crazy one!?"

I dropped of Rebecca and Isabel at their homes then took me and my girls home.

"Don't even listen to that trick ma you still got it." Stanley winked nudging me.

It was about time to start on dinner before Chris and the other got here but I'm still tripping. This bitch out there trynna make people doubt me because I done got a little older and had more kids but that hasn't changed a thing. This dance about to shut everybody the hell up hopefully for good.

@FirstLadyW:five kids later age ain't nothin but a number #haterswillcallphotoshop