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adventuresinwonderlust · 4 years

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Title: Worship You

ANON REQUEST

Pairing: Yoongi x plus size reader

Warnings: self-body shaming, insecurities mentioned, fluff, body worship, body praise, needy love making, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks).

Rating: 18 and over

This was your third outfit change in a span of twenty minutes and your boyfriend of a year was due to be here any minute. You huffed at yourself in the mirror, yanking at your tummy before sucking it in. “Ok this is it!” You scold yourself. You tug at your blouse so that it meets your jeans and remind yourself not to lift your arms tonight. The doorbell rings and you yelp a bit, looking over your outfit again. “Please like it.” You whisper, spinning on your heel and making your way to the front door. You pull the door open and cover your mouth in shock at the sight of ten heart shaped balloons and an armful of flowers. “Happy Anniversary Beautiful!” You hear from behind the bouquets.

You stand in shock unable to speak. Your boyfriend soon shifts the items in his arms so he can peak over them. “Everything ok?” He asks strained. “Uh, Yes, oh my god! I'm so sorry, let me help you with this.” You grab a set of flowers from him, and he follows you inside. “This is too much! I don’t deserve all this.” “Why would you say that? You deserve this and so much more!” He smiles wide, exposing his gums. He releases the balloons randomly as he moves through your apartment. “There,” He says, pleased with his work, “Now wherever you go, you’ll see pieces of my love.” He turns to face you with his arms held wide. You give a faint smile, tugging at the hem of your shirt, and walk over to him. “You are the sweetest man I have ever met Min Yoongi.” “What can I say? I have the best reason to be sweet right here in my arms.” he replies, hugging you tightly. You feel your shirt riding up and you pull away quickly, “Uh, let’s head out. You don’t want to be late for dinner, do you?” “Hey,” He stops you, tugging on your arm and pulling you back towards him, “I love you. You look great.” You smile at his sweet comments, wondering why he was always so good to you. You stand on your tip toes and kiss his lips softly. “Thank you. I love you too. You look much better.” He chuckles and wraps his arm around your waist. You feel your face heat when his fingers dance along your exposed skin. “Don't.” You whine, removing his hand from your side. “Sorry, did I hurt you?” “No, it's fine. Come let’s go, I don’t want to miss our reservation.” You try to perk up, leading him towards the door.

You make it to the restaurant right on time and are seated quickly. “Wow, they really went all out with the candles and rose petals huh?” You mention to Yoongi who is just staring at you from across the table. “Do you like it?” He asks. You nod, looking around again, noticing that you are both towards the back, secluded from the other patrons. “I told them it was our one-year anniversary. I wanted it to be special, so I called ahead and had them go all out.” Your eyes pop open at his confession. “Yoongi! I’m speechless. This is so amazing. I feel like I should’ve dressed up now.” “You look beautiful jagi, just the way you are.” “That’s easy for you to say. You look good in everything.” He scoffs and reaches over to grab your hand across the table. “Hey! I’m serious. You’re the most beautiful woman in the world. You don’t need to be dressed all fancy or in six-inch heels to look great.” “Let’s order, shall we.” You yank your hand back. Yoongi sighs but nods. You loved Yoongi so much and he always knew exactly what to say to make you feel better, but he had to say all these things right? He was, after all, your boyfriend. Did he truly mean it all or was he just looking to reach home plate? You see you and Yoongi had been together a year now and had never once had sex. Sure, you fooled around, made out here, blow job there, or even that one time he ate you out in the mirror house at a Halloween festival.

It wasn’t that you both didn’t want to have sex, it was that you were too afraid of what he might think of you with your clothes off so you avoided it if you could. Yoongi always called you beautiful or sexy but he’s never seen you fully nude. You always fooled around with your clothes on. In the past whenever you had sex with a boyfriend, they would complain about something. “Too Heavy” One guy told you during reverse cowgirl. Needless to say, you never saw him again. Still, it bothered you, hit a nerve, made you wonder. You were, however, grateful for Yoongi, he had never pushed or forced anything. He never shamed you for wanting to keep your shirt on but there was always that fear in the back of your mind that one day you would hit his breaking point. Would tonight, be it? “Hello, Earth to jagi, do you want to order an appetizer or just skip to the meal?” Yoongi snaps you back to reality, a smile plastered across his glorious face. “Uh, just the meal please.” “Sure, whatever you want my love.” He responds, waving the waiter over. “May I take your order?” “Ladies first, jagi.” “Uh, I’ll have a Caesar Salad, no croutons with shrimp please.” Yoongi eyes you suspiciously but smiles none the less. “And for you sir.” “I’ll have the same please.” The waitress nods, taking the menus. “Wait! What? Why? Order what you normally would get…steak or pork. Why are you getting a salad?” You question. “Why are you?” He counters. You scoff and shrug, looking down briefly at your tummy. “Besides this is better jagi. More room for dessert.” He says with a sly grin.

After 10 minutes of protest, you agree to split a dessert with Yoongi. “It’s our anniversary, we have to go all out.” He whines, sliding the dessert menu to you. You pick the brownie with vanilla ice cream and Yoongi happily enjoys it with you. “This was beautiful thank you.” “You’re welcome jagi. Anything to see you smile.” He leans in and plants a kiss on your mouth. “I have another surprise back at my place.” He whispers over your lips and it sends shivers through you. “Can I play with it?” You whisper back, kissing him again. “Hmm, maybe.” You both giggle into each other’s mouths, enjoying how the world fades away when it’s just the two of you together.

“Close your eyes.” Yoongi declares after unlocking his door. You do as your told, allowing him to take your hand and lead you into his apartment. After a few steps, he tells you to open your eyes. Your jaw falls open at the sight of rose petals strewn across the floor, the coffee table decorated with LED candles. A bottle of champagne chilling over ice, accompanied by chocolate covered strawberries. There are more heart shaped balloons around his living room, and a single red rose on the couch in a white box. “Min Yoongi. I could cry.” “Tears of joy I hope.” He pouts. “I don’t deserve this. I look terrible. I didn’t get you anything. I’m a horrible girlfriend. I mean what kind of girlfriend doesn’t even buy her boyfriend a card?” “Hey, hey,” He shushes, kissing your temple, “You’re the best gift I’ve ever received. Tonight, is all about you. Not me. I just want to make you feel special because you mean so much to me.” He leads you over to the couch to take a seat with him. He hands you the box with the single rose. You look it over. “It’s beautiful.” You tell him. “Like my jagi,” He smiles, “And the best part is, its artificial, so it’ll last forever. Like my love for you.” Your head pops up from the rose to meet Yoongi’s glittering eyes. “You’re not real.” You sniffle. Yoongi leans over and kisses you gently. “Come let’s toast jagi. Champagne?” He points with raised brows. “Sure.” You giggle, shifting in your seat to try and look your slimmest. He pops the bottle, pouring two glasses. “A toast jagi, to us, and to many more anniversaries together.” He taps his glass against yours. You both sip from your glasses and place them back on the coffee table.

Yoongi grabs a chocolate covered strawberry from its container and brings it to your lips. You take a bite, licking your lips of the juices. “Allow me.” He smiles, kissing you gently, sucking on your bottom lip. You find yourself moaning into the kiss, grabbing his shirt and pulling him closer. He grabs your waist, his fingers grasping at the soft flesh that sticks out above your jeans. He moves his hand upwards, over your tummy, massaging as he makes his way up to your breasts. You moan, pulling in your tummy as best you can. Soon he tugs at your blouse, trying to pull it up. You yank back, pushing him into the couch and straddling him, sure to not apply all your weight onto his lap. You take his mouth with yours again, biting and nipping at his pout, desperately trying to distract him from touching your body. It doesn’t work, his hands are at your waist again, digging his fingers into your exposed skin. You pull away from the kiss again and look at him. “Are you ok? Do you want to stop?” He asks, looking at you with concern. “I…. maybe we can go to the bedroom?” You suggest. He nods, allowing you to tug him by the hand to his room. You push him onto the bed and shut the light, straddling him carefully once more, your mouth back on his. You swirl your tongue on his, palming his growing erection.

“Jagi, I want you so bad. You feel so good.” He whispers against your lips. “I want you too.” You whisper. He moans at your words, gripping your hips hard and pulling you closer to his throbbing hard on. “Mm, no. I, lets, switch positions.” You suggest. “I want you to ride me jagi. I want to be buried deep inside you.” You moan, feeling yourself soak your panties. Yoongi kisses at your neck, running his hand quickly up your shirt and placing his hand on your back fat. “Don’t!” You shout, jumping off of Yoongi and sitting beside him on the bed. You cover your mouth, angry at your reaction. He flicks the light on and looks you over. “What’s wrong jagi? Please just tell me. Is it me? Do you not want me touching you? We can stop. We don’t have to do anything.” “Yes, I mean, no. I don’t mind it if it’s over my shirt. I just don’t want you looking at me ok! I don’t want you to be grossed out. I’m not what you’re used to. I’m not some supermodel. Do you have any idea how long it took me to even get ready for tonight?” You whimper, holding back tears. Yoongi sits quietly, staring off, rubbing his palms against his clothed thighs.

Your mind begins racing, he’s going to leave. The one guy you’re actually crazy about is going to break up with you. You’ve ruined everything! Suddenly, Yoongi looks over at you. “I think you’re beautiful jagi. I don’t want some supermodel. I just want you.” “Why? I’m fat. I have rolls. My thighs… I look terrible.” You trail off, covering your face, allowing tears to fall. He chuckles, standing before you, reaching out for your hands. “You’re not fat. Don’t ever say that about yourself.” He tugs you towards his full-length mirror. “Yoongi, please, I don’t want to look at myself.” You attempt to protest when he stands you before it, his body flush against your backside. He rests his chin on your shoulder. He begins to whisper in your ear softly, “Just indulge me jagi.” You look up into the mirror and catch his gaze. “I love the way you part your hair, how it frames your gorgeous face. The smell, man I love that smell. It’s like sunshine and air all in one.” He breathes you in with shut eyes.

“Your eyes are the most attractive eyes I think one human vessel could ever have. They are so deep yet reflective. When I look into your eyes, I see all the complex beauty the world has to offer reflected onto me and I’m so honored.” He takes a moment to catch your eyes with his, staring at you deeply through the mirror. You feel your body heat. He soon lifts his hands and tucks your hair behind your ear, turning your head slightly. “You have the most amazing face. The way your jaw falls in perfect alignment with the rest of your features.” He plants a soft kiss on your ear. “And your neck,” He runs a finger down your neck, “soft, inviting, the way it becomes so profound with every breath you intake.” He lowers his head and plants a wet kiss on your neck. You swallow hard, a small moan escaping your lips.

He wraps his arms around your waist next, pulling you into his body. You want to protest when you feel his hand slide up your abdomen but the warmth of his skin on yours is too intoxicating. “Your skin,” He almost moans, “so soft. Even the little that you’ve allowed me to feel or kiss has been like heaven. It’s only made me crave more, wondering what being wrapped up naked with you would feel like. The warmth we could create.” The thought sends lustful shivers down your spine. “May I take this off.” He whispers, tugging at the hem of your shirt. You nod, swallowing back your apprehension as he pulls your shirt up over your head. You stand before him in your bra and watch as he removes his shirt also, his pale skin on display for you. He moves forward and presses his chest against your back. “You are so beautiful.” He praises, kissing your left shoulder, then your right one.

You spin suddenly, needing to feel his lips against yours. You dig your hand into his soft black hair, taking him into a deep kiss. The feel of his chest pressed against yours has you moaning into his mouth. You push him towards the bed and attempt to shove him onto it until he turns the table, spinning you and lying you into your back. “I'm not finished,” He pants, kissing your jaw and down your neck. He nips, kisses, and licks at your collar bone before kissing the soft flesh of your breasts. “So soft, you smell so good.” He praises, continuing to trail kisses between the valley of your breast. “Um,” You attempt to protest, lifting your hands to cover your tummy. “Don’t hide from me jagi. Please.” He begs, carefully removing your hands and planting kisses along your abdomen. “Don’t be ashamed of your body. This is what makes you beautiful. I love it and you. Every inch of you.” He explains, pressing his face against your tummy to nip and kiss at your skin. You moan out at the action, surprised at how sexy something so simple could be. He looks up at you, his lips just above the button of your jeans, “May I?” You nod frantically, your body on fire.

He grips the button of your jeans and opens it, standing to remove your shoes and then tugging the article of clothing from your person. He smiles at you, kicking his shoes off and removing his jeans now, standing before you in his boxers. “You have the most beautiful legs. So full, thick, soft. I love when they straddle me, even though I know you hold back.” He smirks, gripping at the full flesh of your thighs. You gasp out loud causing him to bite his lip. “I just want to be covered in all things you.” He kisses the inside of your left thigh. “Smothered in your scent.” He kisses the inside of the right thigh. “I love being nestle right here,” He positions your thighs on his shoulders, like he has done many times before, “Lost in the sweet aromas of you. Comforted by your soft warmth.” He presses his nose into your core now, moaning out in completely euphoria. He kisses your now soaked center through your panties, driving you mad. You make an attempt to look down but look away quickly. “Let’s shut the light.” You pant. Yoongi pops his head up and begins to trail kisses down your inner thigh, to your knee, down your calf, and onto your ankle. “Never jagi. I’m not done telling you how beautiful you are. Now, where was I, Mmm, I’ve dreamed about what it would feel like to have these gorgeous legs wrapped tightly around me. Pulling me closer to you.” He kneads at the muscles in your calves, massaging away the tension. You drop your head on the bed, indulging in how his large hands work with such ease.

“Yoongi, that feels so good.” “I’m glad. I only want to make you feel good jagi.” He says, kissing the tops of your feet. “Such pretty feet, gorgeous toes.” You yank your foot back when you feel his tongue tickle your big toe. “No way!” You giggle, catching his gummy smile when he hugs your bent legs. “I really do think you are the most beautiful woman in the world. It hurts me to see you doubt yourself.” You sigh, looking away, his eye contact too much. “This,” He rubs your thighs and then parts your legs to grip your hips and glide his hand along your abdomen, “All of this is gorgeous. It makes you unique and special. I love all of it and all of you. I am so grateful you chose me, that I get to be in your glory every day. How lucky am I jagi?” He whispers, sliding up your body and settling between your legs. He kisses you gently, swirling his tongue around yours. “You sure? I mean, you have to say all this right?” You whisper over his lips. “I’ve never been surer jagi and I would never lie to you.” He kisses you again, pulling your body close to his. “This is the only place I want to be and with the only person I want to be with.” He moans into your mouth.

You whimper, so taken by all the things he’s said, the love he’s shown you. Why have you ever doubted him? Compared him to the others? He’s never been like them. He sees past the superficial and straight through to your heart. He has always been patient and kind, always uplifting and encouraging. “Thank you for loving me.” You pull away to say. “No, thank you for letting me love you.” “Yoongi.” You mewl, kissing him harder now. You push him onto his back and straddle him, grinding down on him without holding back this time, his sweet moan your reward. He grips your hips with his large, soft hands, digging his fingers into your flesh whilst guiding you along his growing erection. You continue this way, throwing your hands back to unhook and remove your bra. Yoongi sucks in a breath when you break the kiss to toss the material to the ground and grip your full mounds. “How could you ever doubt how beautiful you are?” He lifts his back from the bed and rolls you onto yours, taking one of your perky nipples in his mouth. He rolls his tongue around the hardened bud, your back arching in response. He soon moves on to the other breast, your moans seemingly fueling him to tease you further by grinding his erection into your sopping core whilst he tugs at your nipple.

“Yoongi, please, I need you inside of me. I can’t take it anymore.” He looks up at you from the valley between your breasts, his eyes black orbs. “You sure jagi? We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. I’m ok waiting for as long as you need me to.” “I’m sure baby.” You pant. He nods gently. “I mean, I wasn’t prepared for this. I don’t have any condoms jagi. It’s ok. We can wait. I can make you feel good in other ways.” He smirks, lowering his head to your core. “No, please, I want to feel you inside me. I trust you. Just pull out. I’m on the pill.” He rises up to come face to face with you, his straining length pressing against your needy center. “Jagi. I love you so much. I just want everything to be special.” “Anything I do with you is special Yoongi. I love you so much.” You kiss him gently, pushing I’m onto his back again. He doesn’t fight you; he watches with mouth agape while you remove your panties. You tug his underwear down, freeing his weeping member. “Should I stop?” You whisper. Yoongi closes his mouth briefly, swallowing the accumulated moisture. “Only if you want to jagi.” “I don’t.” You respond lustfully, hovering your sex over his. His skin gooses beneath yours and a small moan escapes his mouth when your grip his length. You move his head through your slit slowly, gasping when he grips your hips tightly to keep himself from hitching upwards.

You finally align the head of his penis with your entrance, resting your left hand on his chest as you lower yourself onto him. You both cry out in unison at the feeling of togetherness, gazing into each other’s eyes when you bottom out. “You feel so good wrapped around me jagi. Ah, there’s nothing more perfect in this world then you.” He praises, leading you to begin moving up and down his member. He watches you intently, love and lust mixed in his eyes. You rest your other hand on his chest, picking up your pace. “I love you.” You pant, moving just your hips now, the sounds of skin against skin filling the room. “I love you jagi. You look so beautiful. I love watching you use me.” Yoongi praises, his head dropping back onto the pillow. “Uh, jagi, you feel so good. This… is better than any dream I’ve ever had of you. Ah, fuck!” He stutters, lifting his back off the bed. He wraps an arm around your waist and begins to lift you up and down his rigid member. You cry out when he hitches his hips up to meet yours, hastening his pace, his shaft dragging against your swollen bud as his tip hits all your inner nerve endings. “Oh, Yoongi.” You whimper, out of breath and trembling.

Yoongi leans in, his mouth pressed against your ear, his pace never faltering. “You’re such an Angel. I’m so in love with you. I’m so grateful to be able to make love to you. You’re so beautiful, so amazing jagi. I’m so lucky. I just need one more thing from you tonight my love.” You hold him tightly, tears stinging your eyes, your core clenching tighter and tighter around him. The coil deep inside you set ablaze by his words. “Anything. I’ll give…you…anything.” You pant. He licks at the shell of your ear, kissing it softly, “Let go. Cum for me. I need to feel you cum around me.” You almost screech, your coil snapping at his sultry words, you clench down so hard he curses out loud. Before you know it, you’re on your back, Yoongi’s now sloppy pace a sure sign he’s close. “Ah, Ah, jagi. Where can I cum?” “Here.” You touch your tummy breathlessly. His eyes clench tightly and he let’s out a wild groan, pulling out suddenly. You whimper at the empty feeling, gasping soon after, watching him stroke his climax onto your abdomen. He’s out of breath and moaning unabashedly, dropping beside you when he’s done. “That was amazing jagi, you are so amazing. Let me get a towel for you. I’ll be right back.” He offers but you stop him, “Let’s just lie here for a minute.” He nods, lying back down beside you. You stare at one another for a moment. “Thank you for always lifting me up even when I can’t do it for myself.” You whisper to him, brushing his hair from his forehead. He smiles, taking your hand to his lips and kissing it. “You never have to thank me for that jagi. Maybe one day you’ll have to lift me when I’m down. Just know that you are one of the most amazing people I know and I’ll never stop telling you. No matter what happens. We're in this together jagi. I’m your biggest fan. Just let me worship you.” He kisses your forehead now, rising up to go grab a towel, leaving you feeling so loved and cherished.

#bts smut #yoongi smut #suga x reader #suga x you #yoongi fic recs #anon request

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misslilli · 3 years

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As always, thank you guys for leaving likes and reblogging, when I read the tags I always skip off to write another chapter 😁

Felix Felicis

MSR. AU. PG-13. | tagging @today-in-fic | read on AO3

Chapter 23 - C Is For Closing Off

[ DS ]

I manage to get home in one piece and enter the house, dropping my book bag into a corner with a heavy thud. Dinner preparations are well underway as I step into the kitchen, the girls gathered around the stove, peering into a pot.

“Hey D, take a whiff of this, it smells deli-“ Sarah stops herself mid-sentence when she sees me, pale and shaky, tear-tracks still visible on my face. They swoop in and engulf me in a group hug.

“Oh my God, D, what happened? Are you hurt?” I shake my head and they lead me over to the dining table, sitting me down in one of the chairs, Holly keeping her arm around my shoulder.

I bury my face in my hands, the girls regarding me silently. “I’m such an idiot!” Holly brushes her fingers through my hair in a soothing gesture. “It’ll be okay, D. It’s going to be okay.” They give me time to compose myself and once I do, I tell them the story of what happened in the gym today. By the time I get to the end, I’m crying again.

“I can’t believe how stupid I am! It was perfect, he was perfect, it was so romantic, and sexy, you know, and I … I just ruined it!”

Sarah mutters under her breath: “I’m going to kill that motherf-…” She’s stopped by Alex with a hand on her arm and a slight shake of Alex’s head.

“D, why don’t you tell us what happened after school tonight?” I nod and dab my cheeks with the offered Kleenex, trying to put my jumbled thoughts into words.

“It was a really perfect moment, but… it was just… too much, all at once, you know? One minute, we’re bantering back and forth, I’m thinking about smacking his ass and the next minute his body is pressed against my back and his hands are on my waist – it all hit me head on like a freight-train so I panicked. It felt so good, so right.”

Alex places a hand on mine. “D, I’m sorry but I have to ask: Did he make you feel unsafe?”

I replay the scene in my mind and shake my head. “No. He never once made me feel unsafe, he handled me like I was made of glass.” After a pause, I add: “He made me feel 50 shades of turned-on, though.” I blush and smile wryly, trying to lighten the situation.

“Not to be disrespectful, but holy hell, the first part of that story makes me feel 50 shades of turned-on!” Holly’s admission makes us all laugh and I’ve never been so grateful for my friends in my entire life.

“So, where do we go from here?”

“I honestly don’t know, Sarah. I just need time to think, sort out the demons in my head with my therapist. I also don’t think I should see him again for a while, at least not one-on-one.”

“Whatever you need, D. Just one thing: I think you should talk to him about it. He probably thinks he’s screwed up royally now, and it only makes it worse if you start avoiding him.” At my panicked look Alex continues: “You don’t have to tell him everything, just tell him he’s done nothing wrong and that you need some space, okay?” I nod and find myself once again incredibly grateful to have three amazing friends to talk me off the ledge.

“Thank you guys, I wouldn't know what to do without you!”

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[ Felix ]

When mom drops me off on Sunday, the house is dark and quiet. I know dad is home because his car’s in the driveway, his shoes are by the front door and his keys are on their hook. The kitchen is a mess of dirty dishes and the whole house smells kind of funky.

I find dad passed out on the couch, his face illuminated by the glare of the TV, the remote clutched tightly to his chest. Fishing the afghan, whose smell oddly reminds me of Miss Scully, off the back of the couch, I drape it over my dad and then go through to the kitchen to clean up.

Normally, I’m not allowed to load the dishwasher because dad claims “I do it all wonky” but I can’t think of anything else to do and I want to help. Our house is not usually this messy and I wonder what happened here this weekend.

I finish putting the dirty dishes away and drag a chair over to the windows, climbing up to open them, shivering at the cold air from outside.

[ FM ]

A breeze of icy cold November air hits my face and my nose catches a whiff of Scully’s perfume. I jolt awake, my sleep-hazy brain thinking she’s somehow here, sitting at the end of the couch with that beautiful smile on her face. With a pang I realize it’s just the afghan she slept under after the party and I bury my face into the fabric, breathing in deeply. I feel like crying as the memories from earlier that day come flooding back.

She came by around noon, the sharp knock catching me by surprise, I wasn’t expecting anyone. I opened the door and there she was, a 5’3 gorgeous mixture of bright blue eyes and lips the color of ripe strawberries that would make any man weak in the knees. The prospect of finally being able to apologize and make things right between us made me at least a tiny bit hopeful that I didn’t screw up past the point of no return.

She asked me to let her speak first and with each word that came out of her mouth, I felt the screws of the vice around my heart tighten painfully. I wanted to scream. The ringing in my ears was so loud, I could barely make out her words.

Affirming me that I’d done nothing wrong. Telling me that it’s for the best if we don’t see each other for a while. I felt lost. Free falling. How was I supposed to keep track of time without measuring it in glimpses of her?

“I… Scully I’m sorry… if I made you uncomfor-“ She shakes her head and I stop talking. Her voice is quiet, her face sad, her eyes pleading with me to let her go.

“I just need some space Mulder. I’m sorry.” I only manage to nod my head once and my hands want so desperately to reach out and touch her face, hold her in my arms, keep her from leaving me here on this sorry doorstep. They reach to grab her arm, reaching, reaching but all they grasp is cold air, because she has already left.

I can feel tiny arms wrap themselves around me and a tiny kiss on my cheek and I open my eyes to find Felix hugging me tightly, silently.

I’m glad he doesn’t ask what’s wrong because I don’t want to explain what happened, can’t explain it to my innocent little boy, so I just hug him back until we both fall asleep.

#xf #the x files #xf fanfic #msr #felix felicis

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nikanndros · 4 years

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I just want you to know that I think about From Eden at least once a week and I've lost count of how many times I've reread it. If you ever wanna share what comes next amd what other ideas you had for that universe i'm here to listen op 👀

Thank you, I love you! When I first wrote that fic, I had two other parts (at least) that I wanted to go with it, and since they’re partially written I’m happy to share those bits with you:

From Eden Part 2

“It’s just unfair, you know,” the girl said. Her words were slightly slurred. To be fair, they were in a nightclub after midnight. Everyone was slurring. “I was there for him, and I paid his bills while he went through college and now! He has a real job and he dumped me for his secretary.” She started sobbing.

Damen, who was six foot three, strongly built, and also carrying a loaded weapon, took her hands and made a sympathetic noise. “Lykaios,” he said, because he --unlike Laurent-- had actually listened when she’d introduced herself. “I think the best thing for you now is to forget about him. He didn’t deserve you.”

Lykaios sniffled. “You think so?”

“Of course I do,” Damen said. “I’ve only known you for a few minutes and I already can see that you’re incredible. Right, babe?”

“Right,” Laurent deadpanned. He glanced at his watch. “It’s quarter to.”

Damen nodded. Still holding Lykaios’ hands, he turned to Laurent. “Security?”

“Just the two.”

“Great.” He looked back to Lykaois. “Listen, doll, we’ve got to get down to business, but I want you to remember what I said, okay? You’re worth a lot more than that guy gave you. And your mascara is running a little. Maybe you should go fix it up in the bathroom and wipe your tears?”

“Okay,” Lykaois sniffed. “Thank you.” She left.

Damen gave Laurent a grin, the crooked, teeth-baring one that appeared whenever they were about to do a job. “Ready?”

“You never call me doll.”

“Do you want me to?”

“Try it sometime and see.”

Damen yanked him in by the jacket and kissed him, slowly and bordering on indecent. “Alright,” he said, after he pulled back. “Show time.”

As Damen disappeared into the crowd, Laurent grasped his --still full-- drink, turned, and threw its contents at the roughest looking guy in the place.

“Hey, what the hell?” The guy squared his shoulders; he was intimidating even covered in lemonade.

“Fuck you,” Laurent replied.

At this point, three months of travelling and stealing and, most importantly, Damen, Laurent had become pretty efficient at inciting fights. He didn’t need to see the punch coming to know that it was, he just sidestepped and let the man stumble into the back of another patron. It took less than thirty seconds before half the clientele were involved in an all out brawl.

The two security guards rushed in, and were immediately overwhelmed enough that the only bartender -- a youngish lad with a crooked nose -- had to join in to get everything under control. Laurent punched him.

Eventually, the fight got calmed down enough for fingers to point to Laurent and the lemonade clad man as the inciters, and guards hauled them both out into the parking lot.

“Let me go!” Lemonade guy yelled. “I’ll fucking kill him.”

“You can try,” Laurent said, a lot more willing to be subdued by the guard that had him by the arms.

“Don’t make us call the police, man,” his guard complained. “The both of you can go your separate ways, come on.”

The door behind them opened.

“Sweetheart,” Damen said, chidingly. “I step away for two minutes and you get yourself into trouble.”

---

They go back to a motel after this and Damen reveals the money he stole from the tills while Laurent was being a distraction. Sexy times ensue. Damen eventually falls asleep and Laurent stays awake with the tv on. The news comes on and an interview is shown with Lykaios being interviewed about the robbery at the bar -- she gives a completely inaccurate description of what Damen looked like, and Laurent reflects on how easy it is for Damen to charm people to taking his side.

From Eden Part 3

Their most recent car was a much older model. The aircon was busted and they had to wind down the windows themselves, but at least the radio worked. It was hot, despite it being a couple of hours past sunset.

Damen was singing with the radio. He wasn’t going to win any awards, but his voice was deep and he had a nice enough sense of the music. He grinned at Laurent. He was always happy. It was part of what made him so magnetic.

Laurent smiled back. After two years with Damen, the expression felt natural.

Except for them, the road was empty. Damen reached over and took Laurent’s hand in his.

“Watch the road,” Laurent said.

Damen laughed. “But you’re my favourite view.”

“I won’t be happy if you kill us in a car wreck.”

Obediently, Damen looked back to the road. And then, because it was Damen, the car sped up.

Laurent’s hair flew about chaotically, longer than it had ever been when his uncle had been keeping a hand of Laurent’s appearance. It needed a trim, but as much as Laurent trusted Damen, he didn’t trust him to do that. Damen had offered to take him to a salon, somewhere quiet where there was no chance he’d be recognised, but Laurent wasn’t fond of the idea of being trapped in a chair like that. He was too used to freedom by now.

“Left here,” Laurent instructed.

They’d had to slow down once the got near the town. It was best to avoid anyone’s attention for as long as possible. (An admittedly difficult feat when traveling with someone like Damen).

They drove a little way past the house, until they found an obscure little dirt road to park down. It wouldn’t do for someone to see the car. They grabbed their things, and looped back to the house on foot.

Quietly, Damen was still singing.

“Stop it,” Laurent said.

“You love it,” he replied. “This is your birthday present, baby, at least look like you’re having fun.”

“This is literally the worst place we could get caught.”

“No it isn’t,” Damen replied. “I checked out the police station last time I was here. Breaking out of the cells would be too easy.”

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

“There were no lights on when we drove by. No one is home.”

That was true. And they’d timed it perfectly, assuming schedules hadn’t changed in the last two years. The house was silent when they got to it, not a light in sight as promised.

Laurent took a deep breath.

“Chin up,” Damen said. “Let’s go rob your uncle.”

The spare key wasn’t where uncle used to keep it, so they went around the back and Damen fucked with the lock until it opened. It was almost hard to walk into the house, full of so many bad memories, except it had never truly been Laurent’s home and he could just tell himself this was another job.

“The study,” Laurent said, leading the way.

They crept up the stairs together, torches on their lowest settings.

The study was a formidable room with the big, mahogany desk, and the shelves of books that existed solely to make visitors feel stupid. “Look at this,” Laurent said, pulling out one of the books. “War and Peace in Russian. He doesn’t even know Russian.”

Damen reached past him, and nonchalantly, tipped a stack of books off the shelf. They clattered noisily onto the floor. “Oops,” Damen said. He turned away. “Where’s the safe?”

“Under the desk,” Laurent replied. He was busy searching through the books, finding any early editions to pilfer. They’d probably be able to sell them to an antique store for a bit of quick cash.

Damen worked away at the safe for a bit, guessing potential codes Laurent had told him about. “None of these are working, sweetheart.” The safe made a beeping noise. “Oh, wait. Got it. Wow, he really deserves to be robbed.”

“I’m sure he thought I’d never come back here.”

Damen made a vaguely angry noise. He didn’t like reminders of what had happened to Laurent in this house. He’d even tried to convince Laurent that they could just murder his uncle while they were here. Laurent wasn’t sure he wanted to add cold-blooded murder to their repertoire just yet though. However tempting.

Damen stood up, suddenly. Hands full of Laurent’s uncle’s emergency cash. He grinned.

“Happy birthday - to - you,” he crooned.

Laurent couldn’t help it. He laughed. “I love you, you beautiful fucking bastard.”

Abandoning the books, Laurent moved in and kissed him. Carefully, Damen put the money down on the desk so that he could cup Laurent’s face in his hands. It was always intoxicating to kiss Damen. There was something about him that made Laurent forget himself until there was only the press of their lips.

“I love you too,” Damen whispered, pulling back a little. He’d stopped smiling; it was a moment of complete genuine emotion. He did that sometimes, always out of the blue, and it always made Laurent want to clutch him tighter and maybe cry.

“Let’s finish up here,” Laurent said, “and then we can go find somewhere nice and fuck under the stars.”

“You always know just what to say to seduce me,” Damen said.

They bagged the money, and the books Laurent had picked, and then they made their way down the stairs again.

“Wait,” Damen said.

“What?”

“I’m hungry.” He turned into the kitchen and opened the fridge. “Oh hey, chocolate.”

Actually, that was an idea. Laurent followed him into the kitchen and went straight for the pretentious temperature controlled wine fridge. “Pinot noir or Shiraz?”

“Whatever is more expensive,” Damen replied. He was adding strawberries and oranges to the bag as well. Cream?”

“It’ll go warm too fast.”

“I feel like we should unplug the fridge before we go, at least,” Damen added. “If you’re still against me putting bleach in the milk.”

“Wouldn’t that make it curdle?”

Damen shrugged. “I don’t know. I had a cement mixer in a bar once but that was lime juice.”

“You can unplug the fridge. If he dies from food poisoning, that’s on him.”

Damen started to look for the cord to the fridge.

“Wait,” Laurent whispered. “Did you hear that?”

They froze, listening.

There it was. The soft sound of the stairs creaking. Fuck. Silently, Laurent gestured towards the back door. Damen nodded. He was carefully reaching over to the knife stand.

“Renaud?” came a small voice.

A young boy, no more than thirteen, stepped into the kitchen. He was wiping at one eye sleepily in a childlike gesture. Less childlike were the bruises on his arms. Laurent knew he and Damen had matching expressions of horror.

The boy’s eyes widened as he took them in. “Who are you?” he said.

Damen’s expression was one of barely concealed fury. He looked at Laurent. “I’m not leaving until that man is in a shallow grave.”

“Don’t scare the boy,” Laurent admonished. He turned to the child and tried to look as non-intimidating as a late-night home invader could possibly look. “What’s your name?”

“Are you Renaud’s friends?” The boy asked.

“No,” Laurent said. “Definitely not. I’m Laurent.”

The boy was frowning. “You used to live here.”

“Yes.”

“Well,” he straightened up, suddenly hostile. “You’re not allowed to come back. He doesn’t want you anymore; I’m better.”

“Where are your parents?” Damen asked.

“We’re not giving him back to parents who-”

“They’re dead,” the boy said. He didn’t sound upset.

The boy is obviously Nicaise. They hear a car in the driveway and Laurent locks Nicaise in the pantry. Laurent’s protective instinct rears up and he insists they kill the uncle now. Damen is fully down for it. Murder ensues. They let Nicaise out and keep him away from finding out that the uncle is dead in the next room. They tell Nicaise to pack a back and discuss what to do with him. Damen suggests dropping him off at a hospital or somewhere like that where someone can get help for him (since they can’t exactly go to the cops).

Nicaise overhears and says that he doesn’t want to have a new foster parent; at least his current one has a big house. Laurent hearing that feels too wary to risk Nicaise getting another bad household. Damen is like, well I guess we can keep him if you want??? Laurent agrees. They go get in the car and drive away.

Anyway this AU was directly inspired by the film clip for Hozier’s ‘From Eden’, you should watch it bc that’s the story I intended to write

#captive prince #the criminals au #my writing #dancyon

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samanthadalton · 4 years

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Hey there! I have to say I love your writing style. ♥️☺️☺️ Can I request for a cute PoppyxMC fic where Poppy has a sketchbook full of MC's different facial expressions? I've always imagined Poppy being artsy haha.

I seriously loved this idea anon thank you so much for your kind words and I hope I did it justice ❤️

Secret notebook

pairings: poppy x bea

taglist: @cloud9in (i just realised i don’t really have an official taglist so maybe i should fix that)

word count: 1k

Your curiosity reaches an all time peak when you realise that Poppy carries a small pink notebook in her bag and has it on her person at all times. She would never let you see the contents of her secret notebook but whenever you would hang out together doing your own thing, you would see Poppy hunched over on your desk scribbling into the book. So naturally, you made it your life’s mission to find out what Poppy’s hiding.

After many failed attempts of you trying to sneak a glance at her book or going through her drawers trying to find the damned thing you almost altogether gave up on your goal until one day when Poppy texted you to meet her in her room. After a few heavy make out sessions with the strawberry blonde, you hold her body close to you, her petite frame fitting perfectly into yours. You gently stroke her hair while she draws lazy shapes across your stomach, but you abruptly stop when something pink on her desk suddenly grabs your attention.

“Hughes, why did you stop?” she whines as she pokes her finger into your side but you’re too busy internally celebrating when you realise Poppy unknowingly left her secret book on her desk. She pokes at your side again but you’re too transfixed on plotting a way to get to the book. She frowns when she sees your attention focused elsewhere and when she follows your gaze to her notebook on her desk, she freezes. You both share a brief conspiratorial look, and then simultaneously jump out of the bed and it's suddenly a race of who’s faster. You quickly reach over to the desk and grab the book, and triumphantly hold it over your head but Poppy’s expression looks determined as she tries to scratch, pull and drag your arms down in an attempt to get her book back. “Give it back to me Farmsville” she grunts as she tries to make a jump for the book but her short body puts her at a disadvantage as she unsuccessfully takes the book from you. What she lacks in the height department however, she definitely makes it up with tenacity and she never stops to snag her notebook. You stretch your arm up higher, amused at the strawberry blonde’s failed attempts.

“It’s over Poppy, I finally have the book” you slightly push her back and begin to dance around the room, avoiding Poppy’s cries, “ah ah ah” you condescendingly wag your finger at Poppy, “come on, what are you hiding?” You gasp, “do you write love poems about me?” you wiggle your eyebrows at Poppy whose expression has shifted purely to anger, as she grits her teeth and stares daggers at you.

“Give. Me. The. Book. Now.” she says, her voice low and with undisguised intimidation. You ponder for a second if you should give the book back because the vein throbbing on Poppy’s forehead looks like it’s about to burst any second but you also consider the idea that whatever she’s hiding must be huge if she’s going through great lengths to get it back.

“Hmm no” and quickly flip open a page and you freeze. This definitely wasn’t what you were expecting. Your eyes soften as you look over at Poppy whose face is still red but more likely due to embarrassment than anger. “Pops, is this me?” you point your finger at the gorgeous sketch of a woman’s side profile and Poppy nervously chews on her bottom lip and gives her curt nod. You begin flipping through the rest of the sketchbook, astonished at the expert level drawings, all of them portraits or quick sketches of..you. Some of them you’re unsure as to when Poppy could’ve even had the time to draw but your heart begins to flutter at the fact that her big secret was just secretly drawing you. “Wait is this me sleeping?” you raise an eyebrow at Poppy as the colour drains from her face

“Can you give it back to me now” the before commanding tone replaced with a softer one as she apprehensively gazes at the floor, unable to meet your eyes. You look down at the book and then reluctantly hold it out for Poppy to take.

“I’m sorry, I just really was curious.” Poppy stands still, her gaze still averted to the floor but she reaches out and takes the book, “you’re incredible at drawing, why didn’t you ever tell me you’re an artist?”

“It’s just a stupid hobby, I can’t really do much with it can I?” she indifferently says as she shrugs her shoulders.

“Are you kidding? I’m dating a freaking DaVinci and I didn’t even know about it.” You reach out and cup Poppy’s face with your hands, your thumbs softly brushing against her cheekbones, “I can finally use the phrase paint me like one of your french girls” you flourish your voice a little earning a soft giggle from Poppy.

“So you don’t find it weird I have a bunch of drawings of you?”

“Are you kidding me Pops? If anything I’m honoured that you think of me as your muse”

Poppy lets out an airy laugh, “okay let’s not get too ahead of ourselves, you’re just the only thing worth drawing that’s all.”

“Wellllllll….do you feel like drawing me now? We could find a way to make it a little..sexy” you whisper in the shell of her ear and Poppy lets out a little moan.

“What were you thinking?” she raises an eyebrow at you, her eyes glistening with challenge.

“Titanic” you step back and begin stripping off your clothes and Poppy watches with unreserved lust as her eyes look over every inch and crevice of your body. “So where do you want me?” Poppy laughs and tells you to lie down on the bed as she grabs a pencil from her pencil case, spinning on her desk chair to face you.

“Perfect, now stay there until I’m done.” she teasingly raises an eyebrow at you, “if you stay still the entire time then I’ll give you a reward at the end.” She begins to sketch in her book, while you pose in her bed, content that you finally found what she was hiding.

#playchoices #queen b #poppy min sinclair #poppy x mc

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diyunho · 5 years

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The Joker x Reader -”What Death Tastes Like”

Scarecrow’s daughter might be only 22, yet the terminal lung cancer she was diagnosed with six months ago didn’t discriminate against her age; the young woman didn’t show worrisome symptoms until it was too late. Y/N always had a fascination for the much older King of Gotham and despite the consequences, maybe it’s finally time to do something about it.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

“Hi daddy,” Emma enters the kitchen and you follow, immediately greeting The Joker.

“Hello Mister J.”

“Pumpkin,” he acknowledges his daughter. “Miss Crane,” he growls at your presence and you can’t help it:

“I like your purple shirt Mister J; makes you look ravishing.”

“Oh yeah?” he scoffs, used to the 22 year old throwing this kind of stuff his way on a regular basis.

“Definitely!” you approach and point at his can of grape juice. “Can I take a sip?”

“Since when you like grape juice?’ The Clown Prince of Crime frowns but hands over the container anyway.

“I don’t,” you taste the sweet liquid and continue: “I just wanted to touch something your lips touched.”

“That’s a new one!” he rolls his eyes and snatches back his drink while Emma closes the fridge in a hurry, appalled you always flirt with her father.

“Keep her on a leash!” J advises his offspring and you snicker as she pushes you out of the kitchen.

“I can’t believe you say those things to him!” Emma gives you a nudge on the hallway, amused and horrified in the same time. “He could be your dad!”

“But he’s not,” you wink, dodging her grip. “He could be my daddy though!”

“You shameless jerk!!” she laughs and starts chasing you. “How dare you??!!”

“He’s really hot for being 40-ish!” the enthusiastic Y/N teases more, speeding up so she won’t get caught. “I’m going to marry him and I’ll be your step mom. You’ll have to call me mommy!”

“Whaaaattt??!!” Emma shouts and The King of Gotham shakes his head because he can still perceive your aberrations: the truth is he’s uncertain if that’s all they are, thus the dilemma J doesn’t care to solve regardless.

You quickly run into Emma bedroom and snatch a pillow in order to protect yourself from her attack.

“I love your dad!” you grin and she keeps relentlessly hitting you with her fluffy cushion, annoyed:

“I hate you!! I totally hate you!!!”

You suddenly start coughing and your best friend halts her rampage, concerned.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry! Where’s your med?”

You pull the vial out of your jean’s pocket and she opens it while your cough intensifies; Emma fingers tremble at the sight of blood stains on the palm of your hand.

“Here, take this. Two?”

“Y-yes,” you struggle to talk and swallow the tablets, finding it difficult to calm down without the remedy you failed to ingest earlier before the worse happened.

“Come’ere,” she carefully sits you on the bed and begins wiping the red spots off your skin with a clean tissue. “There you go… Deep breaths, OK?” the young woman urges on the verge of crying: although she’s used to your episodes, she can’t cope with the thought of losing her best friend.

Scarecrow’s daughter might be only 22, yet the terminal lung cancer she was diagnosed with six months ago didn’t discriminate against her age; she didn’t show worrisome symptoms until it was too late.

“Better?” Emma analyzes your face and you can tell how upset she is, that’s why you try to distract her the best way you know how.

“Is your dad wearing a new cologne?”

“Huh?”

“He smells sooooo good, I swear I get this uncontrollable desire to kiss him all over,” you cough a bit more and she slaps your thigh, outraged.

“Would you stop it???!!!”

“I think he’ll miss me when I’m gone,” you playfully giggle. “Who else would flirt with an old man in his 40’s?!”

“Stupid girl…” Emma’s voice quivers since she doesn’t like to be reminded you’ll leave her. You both are silent for a few moments before she gathers the strength to continue the planned evening.

“I’m going to prepare you a nice, warm bath, then we’ll tag along with my dad at his Neon Devil club, alright?” she pouts and you don’t have the heart to admit you don’t feel like going out anymore.

“Sure… … sounds perfect,” you sigh and underline. “Only if I can spend some time alone with Mister Joker in the VIP section.”

“You’re incorrigible,” Emma concludes and you won’t quit.

“I didn’t say anything bad, you’re the perv for thinking indecencies regarding a man and a woman…alone… in the luscious VIP room… a few drinks… music blasting… attractiveness mooing to be unleashed…”

“Mooing???” she burst out laughing, forgetting she was about to admonish on your crazy ideas…again.

“Yup, mooing…” you proclaim with delight. “It’s a very sexy term, won’t you agree? … … Sexy like your dad!” you immediately blur out and stomp towards the bathroom while she hunts you down with the only purpose of shutting down the outpour of nonsense flowing out of you.

***************

Neon Devil Club, 10:36pm

“Are you going to dance?” Emma’s red cheeks pop up next to you.

“No, not tonight. Don’t worry, I’m having fun!” you point at the two empty cocktail glasses in front of you, still working on your third one. “I think I might call it a night soon, I’m tired.”

“OK, Y/N. Let me know when, we’ll both go!” she yells over the deafening tune.

“Stay and have fun, I can get a ride!” you glare at The Joker sitting at the bar a few inches away from you, totally absorbed by his text messages.

“Are you sure?” Emma hesitates and you poke J’s arm in order to get his attention.

He finally looks up and his daughter pleads:

“Daddy, can you take Y/N back to our house when she’s ready? I want her to be there when I return, this way we can gossip after the wild intercourse I’m gonna have with one of these lucky guys!”

The Clown Prince of Crime stares at her, displeased with the comments.

“Hilarious,” he growls and she jumps up and down, excited to see Bane’s son in the crowd.

“Don’t get mad, daddy!” she pecks his cheek. “I’m joking… Maybe…” Emma chuckles at his grumpiness and you are proud of her achievement in mocking the forever serious Joker: despite the nickname, the green haired menace is not the epitome of joyfulness.

“Are you supposed to have alcohol with the medications you’re taking?” he gestures at your cocktail.

“Nope,” you serenely confess and guzzle down more. “I’m a burden to my father and he doesn’t even know it,” you sniffle and J senses something strange about your affirmation. “He locks himself in the lab for days, researching on ways to overcome my terminal cancer. Did you know Evelyn left him two weeks ago?” you ask and The King feels cornered; you’re probably tipsy and in mood to chat while he’s not. “She’s perfect for him and he let her go… He would ignore her for days, immersed in his ridiculous project of saving me. The amazing Doctor Crane can’t take the hint this is a battle he won’t win. I made peace with what’s happening to me, but he can’t...,” you wave at the bartender for another glass. “Why won’t my father accept the inevitable outcome?” the pain in your tone prompts J to mutter:

“He just tries to postpone the inevitable.”

“I’m grateful for his help,” you ramble on. “I take remedies he makes for me and it’s nice to avoid the traditional chemo and losing my hair. I don’t look like I’m dying, correct? If you wouldn’t weren’t aware of my illness, you couldn’t tell, right?”

“Yes,” The impatient Joker signals the bartender to halt mixing your fresh drink; in his opinion you had enough.

“I got my test results this morning, “ you disclose, pouting. “They’re bad…” Y/N inhales the rest of her liquid courage and taps on the marble counter, disappointed at her own statement. “Did you ever taste death?” the weird question makes him taunt.

“Naahhh.”

“This is what it tastes like,” the heartbroken Y/N softly kisses The Joker and his remark hurts more than her disappointing routine evaluation:

“Strawberry margarita?”

You hop off your high chair so fast he realizes you’re flustered; it was the first time you kissed him, not that kind of kiss anyway and he completely dismissed your candor in the worst possible way.

“Can we go please?” you intensely glare at your sandals and J opts out of attempting to patch up his callous reply; possibly the best decision regarding these circumstances simply because it doesn’t affect him at all.

“Sure, we can bail,” he grumbles and escorts you out of the club, wondering if you are done talking about matters of no importance to him.

****************

The master bedroom is cracked opened and you knock until The Joker bothers to acknowledge your existence.

“What is it?”

You sneak inside, adamant to request a tiny favor.

“Can I watch TV in here?”

“Why?” he wiggles in the middle of his bed, certainly not thrilled at your proposal.

“I won’t inconvenience you, ok?” you evade his inquiry and still being a bit tipsy briefly aids your plan; your drag your feet to the humongous mattress, then slip inside the purple sheets at the edge of the bed. “You know… If I would have lived longer, I bet you would have married me,” you gaze at the man relaxing close to your body.

The Joker nonexistent eyebrows go up so high it’s possibly a new record: why did Emma have to stay at the club instead of distracting you from whatever the hell this is?!

“We would have had at least 4 kids…” you continue your story. “ I’m young so every two years I could have been convinced to get pregnant; we would have had a small army of little Jokers and Y/Ns… I picked a few names already, would you like to hear them?”

“NO!!” he sucks on his teeth, irritated.

“Hmm…” you get discouraged yet it doesn’t last. “ You would have died at 65…”

“Why would I die at 65?!” J interrupts and his interest gives you a boost of much needed confidence.

“Car accident; you’re a shitty driver,” you lift your shoulders up, instantly correcting your sentence. “I meant reckless.”

The Clown Prince of Crime huffs and the fact that he engaged into this monologue of yours hopefully suggests he won’t chase you away until you finish.

“After your demise I would have mourned you for a decent amount of months, then I would have remarried a guy my age, this way I’m not in any danger of becoming a widow for the second time. I would obviously have our children too so not to worry, I would have survived without you.”

“Awesome, I was anxious you won’t overcome the grief,” his sassiness triggers your approval.

“Indeed; yet I have to warn you: if you ever cheated on me, I would have asked my father to create a special virus to obliterate you from the face of the planet!”

“Why are you shouting?!” The Joker scratches his chin, confused about your attitude.

“Sorry,” you take it down a notch. “I always get emotional when I think about this part…”

“Is this soap opera of yours almost done?” the impatience emerges; I suppose you tested his composure enough.

“I really like you,” you cut off his vexation. “You should be happy a young woman would crave an older man in his 40’s or 50’s,” you snort while adding to his growing restlessness.

“I think it’s time for you and the alcohol in your system to take a nap!” J hints at your departure and you abruptly bring it up since he’s basically throwing you out:

“Do you like me? You never get mad or chase me when I flirt with you…” you scoot over and cuddle next to him.

“What are you doing?!” J gets pissed at your boldness.

“I’m cold,“ you lie without a problem and he’s done with the dumb night he had to put up with so far.

“Get out!” The King of Gotham snaps and his sudden aggressiveness throws you off.

“I want to stay and watch TV; I promise I’ll be super quiet from now on. Cross my heart and hope to die!” you smile and your silly pun doesn’t have the outcome you hoped for.

“You know why I indulge a shallow brat’s idiotic flirting?!” he raises his voice and you shrivel because you realize he won’t utter anything nice at this point. “Who wouldn’t feel sorry for a walking corpse, hm? Despite what people think, I’m not that insensitive!”

You gulp and slowly roll out of bed, trying not to cry in front of him; you don’t remember sensing a stronger pain in your life, not even after you got sick.

“You’re so mean, “ you whisper and can’t stop the first tears streaming down your face. “I wouldn’t have married you anyway,” you rush out of the master bedroom and The Joker reprises his movie, undisturbed at the events he created out of spite.

“Fuck…” he mumbles when it hits: Emma will chew him alive if she finds about his behavior; would you mention this to her? Or she would guess something went wrong if you depart from the mansion when she asked you to stay? The only person that counts is bound to make him rethink his awful actions; his daughter wouldn’t forgive him unless he patches up things. Might as well get it over with before he lands in hotter waters.

“Uggghhhh,” The Joker puckers his lips and contemplates his choices: not too many, thus he ends up in front of your bedroom 10 minutes after the fight.

He can discern your sobbing and opens the door without knocking because another human’s privacy is simply not his issue. You are standing by the windows and turn towards him, mad you didn’t lock the entrance.

“Your company is required in the master bedroom,” J elaborates on the subject and Y/N’s silence evokes a faint apology. “I don’t think you’re a walking corpse… … …”

No reaction.

“Come on, let’s watch TV in my room…”

“Why would you need a shallow brat’s idiotic company?” you blow your nose in a tissue and emphasize. “I don’t want your pity.”

“Crane’s a genius but the trait is clearly skipping a generation,” his way of attempting to restore the mood totally sucks. “It’s not pity.”

“What is it then?” you wipe your tears and he has no clue himself.

“Not…pity.”

Are you debating on his offer?

“Come on,” J grabs your hand and your resistance works a miracle nonetheless. “I’m sorry, alright? Not a word to Emma, deal? Or your dad, he would probably create a goddamned virus to exterminate me from this planet. Don’t laugh, it’s not funny,” he sulks, crabby at the idea of being killed for offending Scarecrow’s princess.

“I won’t…” you promise and you’re actually surprised when he lifts you up, guiding your legs around his waist.

“You can sleep in my bed if you want to… until Emma gets back,” The Joker recommends and you hide your astonishment the best way you can.

“Sleep like in dozing of or…?” you wish to determine and the response doesn’t fail to deepen the mystery:

“As I said, genius sometimes skips a generation.”

The King strolls out of the bedroom with Y/N clinging to him while he lifts her higher in his arms, closing his eyes when she kisses him.

And the only thing The Joker can think of for the moment is that if death tastes like this, it’s not the worst way to go.

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complicatedandstained · 5 years

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The Other Day at Hot Topic: The Sixth Member of One Direction

“Care to make a pit stop?” Xigbar tilts his head toward the local coffee place, brain feeling sluggish.

Axel turns his head sharply from the passing sun, surf, and sand, their scent strong in the old, open convertible, following Xigbar’s following his gesture with a frown. “You’ve been spending too much time with Demyx.”

“Eh, maybe.” Xigbar lifts a shoulder, contemplating his growing fondness for increasingly difficult to pronounce caffeinated beverages. Definitely the Energizer Bunny incarnate that is his boyfriend’s doing.

“We don’t have time to frighten the baristas this morning, buddy.”

Xigbar tends to have that effect on people. His brawny build alone would probably do it. Add to that the eye patch, the messy scar splitting one cheek diagonally, the black ink lacing his upper body, the small gold hoops stinging the helix of one ear, and you get some unwanted comments.

‘B-list movie villain’ is his current favorite. At the beach, he and Axel have been mistaken for off-set Pirates of the Caribbean extras more than once.

“Rain check?” Axel proposes, smoothing back spikes of red, untamed this morning and loosened by the wind. He seems to have taken the lack of response as irritation.

The concept of ‘no coffee’ starts to sink in and the real irritation rises, as Xigbar maneuvers back out of his turn lane. “Ain’t you always telling me that Marly don’t give a damn when you come in? Or if you come in?”

God knows Marly only gave Axel the job to humor his good buddy Saïx and prefers Axel make himself scarce when not needed so as not to scare off the clientele. ‘Course, fact that Axel actually knows what he’s doing can’t have escaped his notice by this point. Probably lets him get away with stuff so he won’t up and quit next time he and Saïx break up again.

Axel smirks. “Trust me, he doesn’t.” The smile falters, eyes returning to the road, ensuring Xigbar doesn’t try and pull another extraneous detour. “I just need to make sure Vanitas hasn’t broken Roxas yet.”

Xigbar groans, flicking on the radio. “So help me God, if I hear one more fugging word about Roxas…”

News casters prattle too fast and low to understand.

Manicured red brows pinch closer together. Axel shifts the station to something louder with a steady beat and an irritating electric guitar, its words no less distinguishable at the low volume. “What do you know about Roxas?”

“Everything,” Xigbar grumbles and his hand spreads across the dash. “The hell did I just say?”

Axel offers an indifferent shrug, and Xigbar realizes Axel has no way of knowing what Xigbar’s been through in the past twenty-four hours.

Xigbar picks up a more neutral tone as he shifts to a halt at another red light, and the wind combs calmingly through the strands of his ponytail. “Demyx comes over, right? And, you know Demyx tells me everything. ‘Shut up and kiss me’ is not in the guy’s vocabulary. Whatever’s on his mind comes right out his mouth. He watches a documentary on Animal Planet, and now I know more about seahorses getting it on than the Good Lord ever intended.

“And yesterday it was Roxas, Roxas, Roxas.” Xigbar tilts his head back and forth in emphasis, his voice picking up a higher register in mimicry of his boyfriend, the tenor, “Roxas could be the sixth member of One Direction. Roxas is cuter than a baby kitten. Roxas has the voice of a siren and is sweet as a slice of strawberry shortcake with cream… And if Demyx doesn’t get him to join The Organization, he’ll just die.” His cutesy Demyx voice falls off abruptly as Axel reigns in snorts of laughter. “Do you get me?”

“No, not yet,” Axel replies, straight-faced again, “please, keep going. I’m sure you missed some lines about the glitter of Roxas’ smile.”

“Okay, first of all,” Xigbar ticks off on a particular finger, “screw you, I will leave you on the side of the road.” Xigbar gives a pointed stare until Axel’s shoulders’ slump sheepishly into the leather seat, and he shuts it.

“Second, just take care of it, alright?” another finger flicks up and motions between Axel and the radio, “I mean, be careful, obviously, not like Sai needs any real ammunition, but.”

Axel has that tone like he doesn’t like Xigbar’s. “I’m sorry?”

Xigbar doesn’t respond for a long minute as he gets a lane over to avoid an oncoming shock of blue and red lights. “Get little Roxy in the band,” he repeats slower and yet less patient, “so I don’t have to hear Dem whine about it anymore.”

Demyx’d be on cloud nine, and Xigbar does everything he can to be on the receiving end of that mood as often as he can. Probably spoiling the kid. Well. Definitely spoiling the kid, but, hey…

“Sounds like Dem has that covered,” Axel responds, brows rising in silent query.

Xigbar leans an arm on the window ledge and scowls. Boy can be kind of dense sometimes. “Yeah, but if you ask, it’s a done deal.”

“Why if I ask?” He’s done fantasizing out the window now, eyes narrowing in that razor-edged way that reminds Xigbar how exactly Axel deals with Saïx day in and day out.

Xigbar snorts. “What, Sai take all the mirrors out of your house?” His head shakes. He sneers a bit. “As if you don’t know.”

“Saïx would sooner live without water.” Axel’s lip curls upward. “And I don’t know.”

“Huh.” Xigbar watches his expression for a second, waiting for a telling twitch, and finding it, turning eyes back to the road, tone only lightly mocking, “Right, okay, my bad.”

Axel scoffs, a light puff of air. “Roxas isn’t going to say yes to whatever I ask just because I’m wearing sexy pants, Xigbar.”

Xigbar’s brows go up and stay there, fingers tapping at the edge of the steering wheel. “Then he’s a stronger man than the rest of us.”

Axel presses fingertips to Xigbar’s cheek and turns his head back to the road. “Just drive, Xigbar.”

Demyx had said something was up with Axel and Roxas, and this reaction makes Xigbar wonder if his sometimes clueless boy toy isn’t on to something.

“Huh.” Xigbar mumbles, tongue poking toward the fingertips still holding his jaw in place.

The hand yanks back but the word slices the air rushing past them. “Drive.”

“Sure, baby,” Xigbar soothes, dragging out another slow, gleaming grin that would make Saïx want to pop him in the jaw. His tongue curls in recoil at the thought. “Anything you want.”

Axel’s arms cross indignantly at that, but Axel smirks back anyway.

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chaniters · 6 years

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SUPERSIZE ME

Ortega has developed a plan to finally free Sidestep from the farm... And it’s initial stage involves facing some of his worst nightmares come true.

This is a follow up to the “Sick” fic.

Hope you enjoy it!

WARNING, heavy Chargestep included. Also included, fluff.

SUPERSIZE ME

"No. No way. Fuck it. No, I can't do this Ricardo. I can't let's turn back."

"We're almost there! Come on!" he insists.

"I just can't... it's too..."

"Too what?"

"Too risky! What if it doesn't work? I don't want to go back!"

"You won't go back. We already have all the support we need"

"But you don't know these people! You don't know what they can do!"

"I know that when the Panama thing exploded the evidence against them was a million times smaller and a president almost gets impeached. We've got all the safeguards."

"I'm... I'm fucking afraid Ricardo."

"Look, I get it. But what's the option? Getting back into your suit that NO ONE can fix and go on bombing stuff until we both get killed?"

"Yes...?" you say causing him to glare at you "... ok no... but... are you sure there's no other way?"

"I'm sure it's the only way we can stop them." He groans “And you agreed if i recall”

“Yes, but I know jack shit. I mean I’m no model of sanity!”

You stay silent for a few moments, pondering the options.

He takes your hands with his and places them over his chest looking at you with the puppy eyes.

“We have to do this”

Fuck. You're supposed to be the telepath not him.

You inhale profoundly and finally answer.

Leap of faith it is.

And so you step into the men's salon with him.

Every single customer steps outside as you enter and the hair stylists don't question it as their clients leave. They all think they left something on the fire at home, even the ones who don't own a kitchen.

Ricardo nudges you from behind. "Did you...just...?"

"Yes. Big time. No way I'm going to wait in here" you state matter-of-factly. He seems about to protest but decides not to fight this battle.

Ricardo goes through a magazine showing different hairstyles. You can't really focus on it. All the guys in there look really attractive. You are just... whatever.

"This isn't going to work," you say looking away. "You just pick whichever you want, it'll be fine by me." They can't fix you with some scissors. You know that.

He seems a bit taken back, but he simply tells the barber to inflict one of the pictures onto you.

Your mind races back to the Farm... they would just shave your hair with a machine back there. It was fast. You remember they shaved you when they recaptured you. It wasn't even a choice they made to punish you. You were going to surgery and they needed the hair out of the way to fix you.

This is different. He cuts so slowly... and he touches your head... positions it to the side.. to the other side... forward... back...

You feel the panic levels rising. You need to make it stop ...

He nudges you slightly. The contact of the cold scissors... makes you tremble.

It has to stop...

Ortega's hand presses on your shoulder. You look at the mirror and he's giving you a "Mind your manners" look. You notice the Barber has frozen and his left eye is twitching.

Fuck.

You relax and let the barber's mind free. You weren't even doing it on purpose.

Ricardo sits by your side. Maybe to give you moral support. Maybe to stop you from breaking the barber's brain.

And then it's done. He brushes you excess hair off your clothes, sprinkles some water all over and then finishes with a shot of the hairdryer while combing your hair.

You always simply cut your hair yourself. And now you're afraid to look at the mirror.

"What do you think?" Ricardo asks.

You take a brief look and mumble that yes, you do like it.

Whatever.

He's afraid of you not liking your haircut. Maybe he doesn't believe you when you tell him you're terrified of your own body, or it's reflection. Mirrors. You hate them.

And then the torture continues.

Off to get you some clothing.

You remember the first time you picked your own clothes... the colored mountainwear ensemble. Ortega's never stopped joking about it...

You liked it so much. And It was just so hideous. You could dress up Eden as fancy as you wanted, but you just can't do the same with yourself. The farm issued your clothing when they needed you to look presentable... And even among other regenes, when left to your own devices, you were clueless. Perhaps you'll rely on Ricardo's sense of fashion this time.

He guides you to the store. They sell tailor-made fancy suits and men's clothing. You have avoided these places like the plague since ever. Hoodies don't generally need to be tried on as long as you pick the right size, and can come off the rack.

You walk in, and service is fast because you're with Charge, hero of the Rangers.

You make a quick scan of the room and set off a small barrier that will make any other customers coming in think the place reeks and stinks of dead skunks. You don't want anybody else in here either. If you need to suffer this, you will do it alone.

When they take your measurements you smile nervously to Ricardo, trying to pretend you're not about to explode and erase everyone's memories in a one-mile radius. The nightmare goes on and on, as they finish touching your body over your clothing.

And then they have you try several models of suits and other clothing. You've never put these things on before. You're not familiar with buttoning and unbuttoning. The shoes hurt. The socks are too thin. The shirt and pants are too fit. You have to expose your tattoos to try some on some things and you just can't.

Finally, Ortega comes with you inside the dresser to help you. Even if you've become used to physical touch with him, this is extremely uncomfortable. You don't like him seeing your tattoos at all. And there are mirrors on 3 walls and only a thin curtain separating you from the shop assistants. Nightmare accomplished.

No one in the staff says anything. This is a very exclusive place. What you gather from their minds is that they've and they've seen everything. They are just glad you're not on drugs or drunk and throwing up as some superstars have before. Good to know the bar is low enough to allow you in some places.

Ortega keeps bringing new clothing... going in and out. It takes an eternity. Finally, when you think you're about to lose it he puts a hand on your shoulder. This is quickly starting to become his "Keep your shit together Cyrus" gesture.

"I think this is it"

"Great, can we get out of here please?"

"Hey! Take a look first at least?"

"Fiiiiine" you go on.

Just a peek. Odd. You feel nothing when you look at your reflection.

Because that isn't your reflection.

That's someone else. He's someone confident. Someone you could never be around. It's a man who knows what he wants. And he looks fucking handsome. And Sexy... and...

You look away.

"I can't... I can't wear this!"

"Hm? You are doing it right now Cyrus"

"But... but that's not me!"

"You do know how mirrors work, right?"

"Look... I don't... I don't look like... THAT!" you say waving your hands at the mirror.

The sexy fucker in the reflection, he waves his hands back at you, making the absurdity of your words sinks in even harder.

Ricardo tries not to laugh.

You blush and look away.

"Do you like it?"

"I... " you blush, looking away "Is this really necessary?"

"Yup"

Fuck. You haven't been so confused in a long time.

"Ok then... If you... say so"

"Perfect! Let's pay up!"

Ortega wants to buy the clothes you're wearing, along with a suit he thinks fits you well enough and a host of other things... And even a Tailor-made suit that'll be delivered next week. It's a whole new wardrobe.

He seems about to pay.

"No, let me," you say.

"But i ..."

You simply hand over your credit card to the cashier.

The savage thoughts assault you as she takes the card.

Her thoughts about you aren't dim and off as usual, but she's getting a very positive reaction instead. She will remember you.

Fuck. You take the credit card back, trying not to look at her.

“So... I’ll put back my own clothes and hand these over so they can...”

“I threw them away” Ricardo states.

“You what?”

“These are your clothes now.”

Speechless you end up following him to the exit.

"I could have paid," Ortega says changing the subject "I've got a discount here"

"I can handle it... I robbed all those banks, remember?" you say feeling a bit grumpy about your old clothes. You feel as if you were using a halloween costume.

"Oh," he says remembering the fact.

"I'll return the money... to charity or something else," you say in the end.

"Good," he says relieved.

“I just can’t believe you did that” you say in the end.

“It’s a change for the better. You’ll see.”

He locks his arm with yours as you walk off together. The two of you are clearly drawing stares now, and you're sure you're face is red as a strawberry by now. If that mirror was showing anything resembling the truth, you are the sexy fucker right now, and Ortega is one of the hottest men on Los Diablos according to that magazine you keep under your pillow back at your lair.

You are a cuckoo. All your life you've been trained to avoid people's attention. Not to provoke it.

You push their stares away with your mind. All of them.

Ortega chuckles as people look away from you two.

"You know you can't keep doing that forever"

"You just watch me" you answer. And then you cling closer to him.

This is the first part of his plan...

The easy part.

You just hope to outlive it.

---------------------------a few minutes later---------------

He stops in his tracks.

“Something wrong?” you ask

“I just remembered... do you recall that night before the ... before you died?”

“Hmm? That... that was a long time ago”

“Yes, but do you remember it?”

“Yes... we ... we were training? By the beach right?”

“At the park, I think”

“Oh... right. It was some time after the... Nanosurge”

“Yeah. Do you... recall what you told me?”

“I... “ You have to make a mental effort. “Oh.” You say in the end. You remember. You told him you were going to accept a dinner invitation... that he had made even before that time. You were going to tell him everything. But you never could. You died instead.

“Do you remember?”

“Yes”

“Does it still stand?” he asks.

You nod slowly.

“Good... because you are looking hot tonight. And I know a place”

“I..” you don’t even know how to respond to that. How could anyone respond to that?

And then he leans in. And you kiss.

And time turns back it’s course for a few minutes.

Just for the two of you.

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My Fanfiction: https://chaniters.tumblr.com/post/181692759294/my-fanfiction-for-fallen-hero

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fan fiction using characters and the setting of the Fallen Hero: Rebirth and upcoming Fallen Hero: Retribution games written by Malin Riden. I do not claim ownership of any characters from the Fallen Hero wold. These stories are a work of my imagination, and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. These works are intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by the author. I am not profiting financially from the creation of these stories, and thank the author for her wonderful game/s, without which these works would not exist.

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staceyhcsrek17 · 6 years

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Thinking Over You

This is my message in a bottle - hoping the oceanic universe that crossed our paths will bring this to you. I’m too scared to tell you myself but I’m almost more scared of you never knowing what I was thinking the whole time.

It was a night in October that brought me here. I feel for as much as I think about it and consciously slip it into casual conversation that I should remember the exact day but I don’t. If I go back and look in the calendar I could probably figure out the exact date but is it really that important? It was a Saturday night in October. The night was almost unseasonably warm but not in an Indian summer type of way; in that way October has become in Pennsylvania - chilly and dewy in the morning and by the afternoon the sun has evaporated all the fog and mist into a hot sweat tickling under your sweater. I can’t remember if the leaves were changing or if it had been cool that morning. I just know it was a night early in October and it was a little warmer than usual and I was feeling unusually restless. I guess it was not that unusual for a twenty-three old, just a couple months fresh from college, a newly minted nurse with some money in my pocket for the first time. Nonetheless, I was itching to get out of my apartment and forget the gnashing feeling against my ribs that while I was making sure other people’s family members avoided the grave until at least 7:15, I myself wanted to die - at work at least. I think my friends, also nurses, felt similarly, but I don’t know if it was to the same degree that I did.

It was a Saturday night in October and I needed a drink. And to dance. I was debating even going out though; something about my makeup maybe? Having nothing to wear? Honestly, I couldn’t tell you.

“Come over. We have a friend staying over that I think you’ll really like ;).”

“Lol, probably.”

I guess I was going out; my hair and makeup be damned, it was already getting late. I touched up my face makeup, maybe added some eyeliner. Did it really matter to you? Did you even notice? I combed my fingers through my hair, which was locks of dark brown that almost fell to my waist a week ago, that I had chopped so short that I couldn’t even put it in a ponytail. I guess I just straightened it not knowing what to do with this new version of my hair - this new version of me. I chose a shirt that was somewhat low-cut, showing off my barely-there fabricated cleavage and a pair of denim shorts that were a little too short and tight for my chubby butt cheeks; perfect for a night at one of Bethlehem’s South Side dive bars.

I remember that I ubered there, knowing that I would imbibe far past the physical and legal capacities to drive home. I waited outside the the door hidden into the shops of Main Street, observing the trickling remnants of people finishing up their late dinners or night caps. The stairs to the apartment were narrow and dimly lit with a bits of dust settling into the wood of the building. I don’t remember how I felt before I walked into the door right before I met you. Did I feel indifferent? Was I nervous knowing that I was going to meet someone new? I know I had been feeling that I couldn’t believe in love anymore; it was pointless because even if it was so good - it would eventually come to an end. I had felt so good and then everything I thought I had crumbled into a million irreparable pieces that I had tried and tried to haphazardly put back together but they never fit quite the same again - and always ended up falling and shattering on the floor every time. You didn’t know that though. You didn’t know anything about me. I was just the girl that walked into your friend’s apartment in the short denim shorts and a black shirt.

……….

“I don’t mind being woken up at two in the morning if it meant you were able to fall in love again.” I remember my roommate telling me this the day after were first met. We apparently kept her up while we were talking and laughing in the living room after were came home from the bar. I can’t fully recollect that night in details; we were both incredibly drunk. I remember showing you my herb garden. I know that at first I didn’t want to like you. I asked you what you did and you told me that you were a cop. I thought that meant you were just like him. I thought that it meant that you couldn’t be fun or sexy and our lines of thinking would never intersect. I don’t know what flip switched in my brain or my heart to give you a chance, to open myself up to a possibility of you just a little bit. It was like a dam that was built up and you pulled out just the right part of it for the whole thing to break apart and be swept into the river.

Perhaps it was the true definition of a cosmic joke, the universe executing its most well-played trick on me. He was a cop who was a little too serious, a little too insecure, and a little too boring for me. Ironically, the first fight between him and me happened because I had asked about an open relationship. You did things that he would never do, even though you are a cop, which was always his excuse for the way he chose to be. You got drunk in a strange city, you made out with me in a bar with all of our friends watching, and you have a girlfriend back at home. The last part of that is so casual, isn’t it? So strange for everyone else but so normal for you and what I’m seeing as normal as well. Still, you talk about her to me, and I don’t know if you can tell sometimes that I don’t know what to say; it’s like breaking down the metaphorical fourth wall but in real life. Maybe I don’t like being reminded that even if I’m in love with you, it’s a kind of love that I’m unfamiliar with; it’s a kind of love knowing that there’s a huge possibility that it will never be reciprocated but choosing to let yourself feel it anyway. It’s seeing all the tarot cards laid out in front of you and knowing what they mean, but you shuffle them again just for that one spread that tells you that even if that chance is small, it’s still there.

The whole thing doesn’t sound very romantic. It most likely isn’t. Our first kiss was at a bar that I used to (still) go to for dollar drinks and throw up in their tiny, humid bathrooms. I don’t remember this detail exactly, but I had drank a lot of rum and Coke that night, so that’s what I must have tasted like to you when you kissed me. I do remember how you pulled me in with my chin cradled between your thumb and index finger, so gentle but commanding in the same way. You held my face and kissed me in a way that I don’t remember being kissed before. And then I couldn’t stop.

……….

Recently, you came here to see your friend and asked if I was free. You picked me up from my apartment and kissed me in that way that drives me crazy and makes me feel something other than sadness or indifference. When we were driving in the car to meet up at our friends’ new house, you put your hand on my leg; a subtle gesture that I’m not sure if you noticed or put much thought in to but it made me feel as if I had caught a gasp in my throat. I think most people would call that “butterflies”. As we were walking around Main Street, trying to intertwine ourselves amongst the hundreds of people there, I’m sure anyone that would have given us a thoughtless glance would have took us as just another couple there. There were times where the crowd grew thick with people moving at all different paces and you would put your hand on the small of my back - again, a gesture that made my throat feel like it was closing in on me. Later, we went back to our friend’s house and we were intermingling within the group at the dining table. You didn’t have to worry about me and I didn’t have to worry about you; we could carry on separate conversations with different people without being concerned that the other felt left out. You bought me mac and cheese at one in the morning and I was a little drunk. I saw you at one point starting to fall asleep on the couch and I, not wanting you to fall asleep before I could enjoy you mind and body, climbed into your lap, looking down over you to see your eyes flutter open and your mouth spread into a contented smile. I don’t know why, but kissing you that night felt especially good, like my mouth and lips just melded into yours perfectly. You were whispering dirty nothings into my ear as I kissed your neck, both of us seemingly ignoring the fact that two of our friends were standing in front of us talking about how her fiance had messed up mounting their television. When we came back to reality, realizing that we weren’t the only ones in the room, we laughed and kept on kissing, trying to see if they’d turn around to acknowledge us. I would burst into laughter the longer we could go without them noticing us, my arms flung loosely around your neck and my head buried into your shoulder.

The sex that night was different for us than it had been before; somehow more easy and natural. It felt like the kind of sex you have with your partner when you come home from a late night with friends; your bodies a little too tired to do anything other than sleep but you both still wanted it so badly even though you had gotten used to each other in the way that couples do. We didn’t use any type of protection, which made it feel more intimate maybe, since it was something you had absolutely insisted on in the past. The night had been warm and humid; absolutely miserable. We washed away all the sweat from the crowd and rolling around in the sheets in the shower. We laughed and kissed and we talked for a long time just standing in the warm water before we got out. After we had dried off, we snuck into my dark kitchen where I stole a pint of strawberry ice cream from the freezer and I fed it to you, and then me alternating, in spoonfuls at a time. I really loved that moment with you and wanted that moment of me feeding you ice cream or pot pie or mac and cheese or whatever and sneaking words and kisses in between all of those things to last for every night of forever.

……….

Sometimes I think, “you have to know. You have to know that I’m about to smack my head off the pavement, falling for you.” It has to be so apparent to you but then I remember that I’ve built these borders around me to keep people like you out of my mind; or maybe I have just perfected my poker face in all of this. I don’t even know if you have the capacity to feel the same way or how your brain works to compartmentalize the different aspects of your lifestyle or even how I process it myself sometimes. Regardless and despite how far all of this falls outside of the pre-made stencil of what love is supposed to look like, I choose to love you. I choose to let myself feel it; let myself just have it, even if it is just for me. I choose to let that feeling wash over me and ride it until it collapses into nothing and goes back to the sea from which it came. I hope that that same sea will take this message back to you in the little glass bottle that I’ve sealed it up in. I still have to ask, how could you not know? This message is sitting right next to you in the bed you’re sleeping in.

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your-rose-highness · 7 years

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Cherry Blossoms (ch.16)

Chapter 16

I woke up the next morning pretty early. Baekhyun was still sleeping. Sun’s slanted rays seeped through the tiny opening in the window and illuminated Baekhyun’s hair, making his brown hair glow as though he were an angel. He was lying on his stomach, his head facing me. His marble skin glistened where the sun’s rays caressed him.

Last night vividly flashed before my eyes. We had stayed up long afterwards talking about nothing in particular. He made it seem effortless, being close, belonging to someone. Moving slightly, he changed his position on the bed, kicking the blanket on his leg, halting my stream of thoughts briefly. I felt a strong urge to touch him, and I caressed his cheeks softly, gliding my fingers over his plump lips. His eyes flickered at my touch and he mumbled something against my fingers.

“Sunbae..?”

“Morning princess…”, his voice was heavy and deep. It sounded so sexy, I couldn’t help but smile.

“What?”, He asked, his voice still throaty.

“You sound sexy.”, I guiltily admitted.

Eyes still closed, a smile appeared on his lips. He stretched out to engulf me in his arms, and placed butterfly kisses on my cheeks.

“Finally, my charm is making its magic on you. Late, but still.”

“Honestly, I just didn’t admit it, you had me at 'Coffee’. “

“What?!”, Baekhyun was alert now, “you always said you didn’t like me in the beginning!”

“I didn’t! You were rude and annoying. But I still felt oddly comfortable with you…”

“I didn’t like you too. I wonder why.. then you grew on me. I began looking forward to seeing you at the club.”

I smiled and he pinched my nose. Looking down, I realised that I was wearing his t-shirt.

“When did I …”

“Oh. It was cold. I got up to wear my pants, so I couldn’t just leave you. I put on your panties too..”

I snuggled closer to him. “Such a cutie!”

“Yah. Hot. I’m hot.”

“Cutie patootie!”

“Coffee!…”

“I can’t help it, you look like a strawberry.”

“Yah!”, He pouted.

Poking his nose playfully, I propped myself up, hands on his chest. I felt his hands graze my sides, finding my waist.

“You want to play?”, Baekhyun cooed, and tickled me furiously, till I begged. He tackled me instead and flipped us, he being on top of me now. I anticipated his move, and followed his eyes full of adoration, as he slowly fell to kiss my lips.

“Coffee. You have no idea what I feel right now. It’s like I have my world right here. …….How did you do this? I believed love didn’t exist and then you come along……spilling coffee, stealing my heart.”, He paused at times to offer butterfly kisses.

“Technically, I didn’t spill the coffee. You bumped into me.”

“Thank god I did.”

He nipped at my neck again. Looking up at me, his eyes were playful again.

“Round two, love?”

“Yes, please.”, I nodded with glee.

It was the day we had to leave for Seoul again. We packed our bags, grandma packed us lunch and we set off, happier than ever. But the heavens had a different plan.

“…… It’d be great, right? We could do this often!”, Chen suggested.

“Honestly, it’s impractical.”, Kyungsoo intervened with a low voice.

“Why do you think so?”, Baekhyun questioned.

“Once we all have jobs, it’s highly possible that we won’t have any time for ourselves let alone friends.”, He continued, dryly.

“But we’ll all be close by! At least for the holidays we can meet and travel. Look it’ll be possible only if we are willing. Now, Soo clearly won’t be part of any trips we have post college, because …..”, Baekhyun trailed off.

“ It’s not impractical. .. fine, y/n what do you think? Ain’t I right? I have some point right?”, Kyungsoo looked at me hopefully.

“Truthfully, I don’t even know if I can join you all anytime post college.”, I said.

“….. See told you…”, Kyungsoo whispered.

“… because I won’t be in Korea and to fly all the way just for a trip…”, I continued.

“Wait. What?”, Chanyeol confused, bobbed his head at me.

“You won’t be in Korea?”, Baekhyun looked at me, his brows furrowed, as he worked out my words.

“I mean, I’ll be working back in India. So it’s obviously impossible…”

“I didn’t know that. I forgot you didn’t belong here. You seemed really, you know, part of us…”, Chanyeol thoughtfully mumbled.

“You always had this plan?”, Baekhyun’s voice deeper than usual.

“Well, sunbae. I’m not Korean. I’d have to go back once I finish college.”

“Hmm.”, Baekhyun breathed turning his attention excessively to his phone.

“What?”, I worriedly asked him. He didn’t seem himself. Women had great intuition when it came to this. I was no exception.

“Nothing.” He flashed a smile that did not reach his eyes.

The rest of the ride back was kind of stifling. The boys were being boisterous and loud at times, and baekhyun did join in on them, but something seemed off. For starters, he was avoiding my eye.

We reached the girl’s dorm first. Taking down the luggage from the back of the car, i found an opportunity to ask him again. “Sunbae, are you okay?” “Yes. Why do you keep asking?…” I couldn’t find my voice to tell him anything.

“Go ahead and rest.”, he said looking at me and kissing my temple.

Baekhyun had not called. We had reached this afternoon and it was almost night. Why didn’t he? He always called me. “You’re being paranoid. He’s probably just tired.”, Hye Jin tried to convince me.

“I WANT to believe you.”, I said pacing around her bed.

“What’s the big deal? You call him.”

“Okay! That’s a good idea.” i excitedly grabbed my phone and bounced on her bed.

“I suddenly feel like i am a part of a teenage romance movie.” She sarcastically added.

I wasn’t even listening to her. Dialing his number, it rang a couple of times before someone picked up.

“Sunbae!…” “Hi Y/N. I’m sorry, Baek left his phone by his bed. I thought he was meeting you?”, chanyeol said quickly. “Umm. no. we weren’t supposed to.”

“Ah.” He was clearly in a pickle. Not knowing what else to say he continued, “okay you know what, ill tell him to call you.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

Hanging up, i stared at my phone.

“Well?” hye jin hopefully wondered.

“He isn’t in the room. Yeol sunbae picked up.”

“Did you ask him since when he was out?”

“No.”

“You don’t know crap about dating, do you…”, hye jin said smacking my head and calling someone.

Whatever the reason was, it was absolutely clear that baekhyun was avoiding me. He hasn’t called that night nor texted. It was really weird. Was it what I said? Wasn’t that a given? I’d have to leave sometime. My family lived there and I couldn’t completely shift here. He was being unreasonable.

The next day, to make things worse, it was raining. It made the cold worse, to the point where I didn’t want to get out of the quilt. My head was still all over Baek and I wanted to make sure we were okay. I called him again. He picked up the second time (I know, it already looks bad.)

“Hello.”, I heard his voice, dry.

“Hey. I called you. Yesterday.. Yeol sunbae said you were out….”

“Yeah. Went to meet a friend.”, He answered, his tone, disinterested.

“Baekhyun is something wrong? Is it what I said?” I wanted to rip the band-aid quickly.

“Can we talk later?”

What on earth. I was trying to fix things and he just…

“Fine.” I hung up before waiting for him.

If he wanted to be a baby about this, I can’t help it. It’s not like I have a choice. Would he leave his family and come with me? That’s ridiculous.

But the idiot didn’t call post our silent argument. That’s it. I had enough.

I called him up at 8 that evening. There was no way he was sleeping and walked to the boy’s dorm.

“Hello.”, He answered, the same dry tone, but he was somewhere crowded, too many voices.

“Sunbae, meet me. I’m outside the dorm.”

“You’re where?”

“Outside the dorm. Your dorm.”

“What! Coffee. I told you not to… damn. I’m not at the dorm. Walk back, I’ll come fetch you at the library.”, Baekhyun stammered.

At least the idiot cared. That was a good sign.

“Hey.”, He walked to the library stairs where I sat.

“What is it?”

“What?”

“Don’t act dumb. I know it’s about what I said back in the car. This isn’t the way to deal with it. You’re ignoring me! How does that solve the situation at all?”

“You have no right to get mad here.”

“Excuse me?”

“How long have you had this plan?”, He questioned.

“What plan?! Isn’t this expected?”

“You ABANDONING US, is expected?”

“I’m not abandoning anyone….”

“Was this…” he stammered, “was this even important to you? You decided everything on your own.. what did you think? I’d get over it?? Like I did with countless girls, am I right? What Baekhyun says doesn’t mean a thing. He’s just an asshole.”

I was too stunned to say anything at this point. Looking down at the gravel path, he continued. “Maybe you don’t have a choice. But you say things like I don’t mean anything to you. Like you treat us as something extremely temporary.”

“I never did that.”

He scoffed hearing me utter that. “Really? Coffee. Ever since we started seeing each other, all we’ve really done is fought. There’s never a dull moment. Just when I think I have you with me, you say things that make me wonder why we are even together.”

“I love you, that doesn’t change.”

“Coffee! Do you even register what I’m saying? You say this relationship is temporary. You’ll leave after a year. Where does that leave us? What the hell are we doing right now? Just having fun?”, Baekhyun’s eyes were boring into me now. He looked away and sighed.

“I’m tired coffee. You’re no different. Just when I started to feel that I’ve found my person… you’re doing the same damn thing.”, His eyes glistened as his voice trembled.

“I know what you all think. Baekhyun is a playboy, he’s probably faking it. Oh he’ll find someone new anyway. Let’s have fun with him and move on….”

“Sunbae what the hell are you saying, I never thought…..”

“Tell me coffee, why didn’t you ask me about my ex girlfriend whom I had brought over at my grandma’s?”

“How did you….”

“How did I know that? Gran told me. She thought you knew. I wondered if you’d ask me about it, but you didn’t. Is it because you didn’t care?”, His voice was rising now.

“I just didn’t want to bring up the past.”

“You weren’t curious about the one girl I got home before you? Isn’t that strange? If that happened with me, I’d be interested to know who he was…”

Why hadn’t I asked him? I know I wanted to, but somehow I was afraid of confronting him about it. Like I’d lose him….

“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”, I mumbled.

“Cut it out, y/n! Don’t give me petty excuses. It’s uncalled for, at least now.”

“You’re acting like a child. Don’t make such a fuss about something so minute…”, I was fuming by now.

He smirked at me with disbelief. “Fine babe. Don’t be with a child. You don’t understand do you? It doesn’t matter to you. Let’s just date, have fun and go home.”, He rose from the step he was sitting on rested his hands on his hips.

“We can work it out…”, I whispered.

He scoffed again, his back towards me. “I don’t think so.”, He stated looking ahead. He turned to look at me, his eyes looked hurt, the most miserable I’ve ever seen, as he formed the words.

“Let’s break up.”

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Say You Won’t Let Go

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 1180

Warnings: Angst.

Anon asked “Can I request a Bucky x reader fic using the song 'say you won't let go' by James Arthur? You can do whatever you want to the story.”

A/N: I’m so sorry for how this turned out. I was feeling moody today. Let me know how it is guys I’m still unsure of myself a bit...and let me know if you want to be tagged.

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“Steve I can’t just go up to her.” Bucky asked Thor for another drink and Steve motioned no to him. “I don’t understand what is your problem? Just go ask her to dance and she’ll say yes.”

“That’s not gonna happen you idiot. Look at me.” He held up his arm and Steve just shook his head, refusing to look up at him. “Fine you know what, if you don’t ask her, I will.” Steve walked towards you when Bucky suddenly grabbed his shoulder.

“Like hell you are.” Steve backed up and watched as Bucky reluctantly walked towards the group of girls you were standing with. Natasha saw him and turned to Steve, noticing the look he was giving her. Taking that as her queue, she asked Wanda and Sharon to leave with her.

“Hi. I’m Bucky.” He held out his hand for you, noticing the blush that crept across your face before taking it. “I’m-”

“Y/N.” You looked into his eyes, and he realized that he was just being weird now. “Sorry I-Well I asked Nat and she told me your name. I swear I ain’t stalking you doll.” You shivered at the sound of the nickname.

“Can I have this dance?” He asked before he could make more of a fool out of himself and you nodded shyly.

I met you in the dark You lit me up You made me feel as though I was enough We danced the night away We drank too much I held your hair back when You were throwing up

“Please look away…” You said groggily, pushing him from behind you. “I ain’t goin nowhere beautiful.” He kept on holding your hair back while you were throwing up.

“How are you...ugh...so charming when I look like this?” You tilted your head forward again, regretting how many vodka gummy bears you had.

“It’s easy when I have pretty dame like you here.”

You turned around and smiled at him. And that was the moment Bucky realized he may have just fallen in love with you.

After you finished, he cleaned you up and carried you to the bed. Before he could get up, you asked him to stay and refused to let him go. He smiled and shook his head, telling you that it wasn’t right and they you were still drunk and wouldn’t know what happened. When you insisted, he laid under the covers with you, pulling you in closer.

Then you smiled over your shoulder For a minute I was stone-cold sober I pulled you closer to my chest And you asked me to stay over I said, I already told you I think that you should get some rest

After that night, Bucky avoided you, afraid that the feeling wouldn’t be mutual or that HYDRA will find out who you are and use you to get back at him. You tried calling but he never answered. Taking matters into your own hand, you asked Steve to help you out.

You cornered him when he saw you at dinner.

He refused to tell you why.

You yelled.

He apologized.

I knew I loved you then But you'd never know 'Cause I played it cool when I was scared of letting go I knew I needed you But I never showed But I wanna stay with you Until we're grey and old Just say you won't let go Just say you won't let go

You woke up to the smell of coffee and strawberry pancakes.

“Hmmmmm you’re the most perfect boyfriend anyone can ever ask for. I love you.” You said while snuggling closer to him. And he was. He just never believed you. No matter how many times you told him in the last two years, he thought you were just kidding. But he was so kind and pure and made you feel whole.

I wake you up with some Breakfast in bed I'll bring you coffee With a kiss on your head And I'll take the kids to school Wave them goodbye And I'll thank my lucky stars For that night

You went to the beach. You told him you always loved the beach. So he took you on your birthday. You were sitting between his legs, him hugging you as tightly as he could. You looked over your shoulder and smiled, giving his cheek a kiss before telling him how perfect he was. He chuckled again.

When you looked over your shoulder For a minute I forget that I'm older I wanna dance with you right now, oh And you look as beautiful as ever And I swear that every day you get better You make me feel this way somehow

It was your 5 year anniversary. Tony made a big party for no reason. But it was Tony.

That didn’t matter though. Because you were so happy that you found each other. He was over the moon because he found someone like you that loved him for all his mistakes and his past. You made him feel like a human being again. Besides Steve, you were the only person that carried his burdens with him.

I'm so in love with you And I hope you know Darling, your love is more than worth its weight in gold We've come so far, my dear Look how we've grown And I wanna stay with you Until we're grey and old Just say you won't let go Just say you won't let go

I wanna live with you Even when we're ghosts 'Cause you were always there for me When I needed you most

Everything went downhill. You knew. Both of you knew.

You should have never went on that mission.

Not on that day.

He was was so busy trying to get agents away from you, he didn’t notice the one aiming a gun at him.

But you noticed.

And you made a decision. Perhaps it was the best decision you ever made.

I'm gonna love you 'til My lungs give out I promise 'til death we part Like in our vows So I wrote this song for you Now everybody knows That it's just you and me Until we're grey and old Just say you won't let go Just say you won't let go

Just say you won't let go Oh, just say you won't let go

Bucky finished singing the song. He didn’t know when the tears started. But it didn’t matter. He had you. And he will always have you.

That’s what mattered.

To know that someone loved him so much was everything.

He stepped down and sat next to Steve, refusing to say another word.

After the crowd left, and the goodbyes were done, and the condolences were given, Bucky went to the room you shared...the bed you shared.

Getting a small box out of his pocket, he held it up and chuckled, silently crying at his luck.

It was your 5 year anniversary.

He never planned to go on a mission on your anniversary.

He only planned to propose.

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pureimcgination-blog · 7 years

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all ships :)

send me a ship and i’ll break them down

all da ships part 1 ((:

LOLITA x ZABDIEL

How did they they meet?: the two met back when they were really young probably when lolita was in third grade so her brother and zab where in a grader a little high and then go back years together kind of like family. he watched her blossom into a beautiful young lady lolWho developed romantic feelings first?: they both in a way developed them at the same time but lolita has had a crush on zabdiel since she was younger but it faded away once she realized there really wasn’t a shot but once interest was there again they got together. i’m gonna say both because they are crazy for each other!!Who is their biggest “shipper?”: besIDES ME AND JAZ xD i would say lolita’s friends that she’s told her close ones and they are always trying to know whats going on with them.When did they have their first kiss and under what circumstances?: their first kiss was well … when they were about to do the nasty but not the full nasty but eating out but still. that was their first time kissing and it was under the circumstances that it had to be secret and they couldn’t tell anyone especially her brother.Who confessed their feelings first?: oh gosh so saying they liked each other was zabdiel first. then saying they loved you first was zabdiEL again!! when her brother catches them in the middle of doing it and they are about to fight but then he is trying to explain to him that he actually really loves lolitA ((:What was their first official date?: their first official date that was not a hook up or anything like that was them going out to dinner in a restaurant that they would be caught by her brothers friends or people they new and got to actually be like a couple not a secret.How do they feel about double dates/group dates?: lolita and zabdiel don’t mind them at all but they wouldn’t do it all the time. they’re prefer being with each other but it is always fun to have couple friends to do things with once and awhile even if it’s just another pair or more than that!What do they do in their down time?: on there down time together i can see them well…. sexing that’s all they ever do… but they also nap together usually along with staying in watching movies all day laying on top of each other and just relaxing.What was the first meeting of parents as an official couple like?: as an official couple, meeting zabdiel’s mother went really well and they all got along even though lolita was nervous just cause it’s his mother and she wants her to like him and she didn’t want to seem to young for him though she also met his sister and they bonded she likes alma lots lol. zabdiel meeting her parents… was a bit more tough. after they were exposed about doing it together her dad and mom were little unsure about zabdiel since they knew him for so long and he is secretly screwing their daughter making it awkward but after awhile they love him and are happy shes happy and they’re both happy.What was their first fight over and how did they get past it?: their first fight was over lolita being at a party where his friends randomly showed up with her not really knowing they were coming or friends with zab until he texted her and they got into a fight over the phone. it got heated really quick talking about them flirting with other people and jealousy but they got over it by talking it out once they were together then sex cause they need to remember who they belong too..Which one is more easily made jealous?: ooo it’s a hard one but not. zabdiel is a jealous one and is shown a lot when lolita talks about a boy or is with some but then again lolita can be v jealous not liking when girls are being overly friendly to him but in the end they are only heart eyes for each other (:What is their favourite thing to get to eat?: their favorite thing to eat is most likely strawberries get packs cause they both eat them and they also eat chocolate covered strawberries but those are usually on romantic nights / important dates cause sexy time afterwards xD and i can see them kind of always eating fruit and with tajin cause YUM.Who’s the cuddly one? What their favourite cuddling position?: lolita is so needy for zabdiel to hold her or touch her anywhere so she would be the cuddly one but he also sometimes will pull her into his arms and she’ll stay cause she loves it. their favorite cuddling positions has to be lolita in his arms with arms wrapped around him torso and his around her shoulder but they cuddle in all potions.Are they hand holders?: they are hand holders! they hold hands even if they aren’t out together just staying home they will hold each others hand and when they are out (official open couple) they hold each others hands and cute afHow long do they wait before sleeping together for the first time? What’s the circumstances?: lol how long they waited? counting how long they knew each other it was years… but how long they realized they wanted too not that long.. official sleeping together and not playing around / messing around i would say about two weeks still not long lol. and they had to be in secret as they were their first kiss.Who tops?: zabdiel tops like all the time not even lying but their are the times lolita tops and wants to ride him especially if it’s lazy sex or public sex she does lol sometimes morning sex Who does the shopping and the cooking?: once they live together lolita would be the one who shops for the groceries or has zabdiel go with her usually all the time or when she forgets something she’ll ask him to pick it up. and they both cook together they are that cooking couple who has probably done it in the kitchen oopSWhich one is more organized and prone to tidiness?: they both are they don’t like messy shit lol like when their place is messy or their clothes / stuff is on the ground they need to clean it up but then again they are also lazy to do these things when they really need toWho proposes?: aaHH ZABDIEL DOESDo they have joined Bachelor/Bacheloette parties or separate?: oh no they have seperate ones but they worth wouldn’t want nay strippers at each others they would rather have the other strip for them then pre sex before wedding night sexWho is the best man/maid of honour? Any other groomsmen or bridesmaids?: the best man would probably be her brother or someone really close to zabdiel along with groomsmen people close to zabdiel maybe even javier cause he’s probably way included in that family LOL but for lolita it would be her close friend to be here maid of honor and then bridesmaids some friends but also alma cause shes marring into that family she wants her to be up there with her !!Big Ceremony or Small?: oh pls they will have a big ceremony and a wedding to remember together ah these babies im CRYINGDo they have a honeymoon? If so, where?: so for their honeymoon they would most likely go somewhere like hawaii, mexico, puerto rico, or even greece !!Do they have children? How many?: lol YES they have kids!!! LOL HOW MANY LIKE A THOUSAND TBH they are so smutty we don’t really know but i can see them having fix: boy, girl, boy, girl, then possibly having a sixth more or even more oh gosh

JAVIER x ALMA

How did they they meet?: they met at a bar when javier was out with the guys and then things started from there! Who developed romantic feelings first?: oh gosh it was alma !!! she got them feels first for javi even though he’s liked her as much as she’s liked him but he was married so he just avoided them and tried to ignore them when she confessed them to him deaDWho is their biggest “shipper?”: there biggest shipper… that’s a hard one since they are both in secret and not really involving anyone. i would say me and jaz !!!! LOL ok but alma herself wanting them to work ad just be together she is the shippy and the shipper in one totally !When did they have their first kiss and under what circumstances?: their first kiss was that night at the bar when they started making out after a big of flirtation and tension building it and it was under the circumstances that javier wasn’t married just that night until this SPIRALED OUT INTO HAPPENING CONSTANTLYWho confessed their feelings first?: alMA! she confessed them to him even though he knew she was in liking with him but tried to get her not to but she couldn’t stop and it ruined it for awhile because they stopped talking but finally get back together !What was their first official date?: their official date would be javier taking her out to the most expensive place to eat and getting her whatever she wanted after at the jewelry wanting to spoil his official guy now that he’s not married anymore and stops being a dick to herHow do they feel about double dates/group dates?: javier isn’t a fan of it if it’s not with people he really knows but alma is into it so she can show off how good they are of a couple and hot of a couple they are!! like of course he would take her to double dates with his boss / partners but thats how far he’d go besides going on double dates with zabdiel and lolita at times !What do they do in their down time?: for down time javier really does nothing. he doesn’t want to work or do a thing just relax so thats mainly what they do or get something done that they havent before but wanted too and as well as sex cause they started off that way tooWhat was the first meeting of parents as an official couple like?: official it will all go well between both parents adoring the other and it will be cute cause javier would try his hardest since he hasn’t met parents of a gf in years since he’s been married so he using some of the methods when he did see his wifes and being respectful and caring to mama valentina and also being nice meeting zabdielWhat was their first fight over and how did they get past it?: their first fight was over javier having to spend more time with alma because she wanted too but he couldn’t because he had work and a wife to go see and it just caused a bit of drama but then he managed to work something in between to see her and stay with her for awhile without suspicion!Which one is more easily made jealous?: javier does and it’s so quick i don’t know how alma deals with it but she sure does and WELL thats for sure but i can see her getting jealous but not being so out there with it like javier is…What is their favourite thing to get to eat?: their favorite thing to eat is probably expensive food lol i don’t even know how to answer this with a certain food because javi has so much money from his company that he always eats good food that is a lot and when he buys that she’ll be into that and that’s mainly what they’d eat

Who’s the cuddly one? What their favourite cuddling position?: alma is the cuddly one in this relationship !! and their favorite positions in cuddling has to be when javier holds her with one arm but at night when hes sleeping or it’s cold hold her with two ((:Are they hand holders?: they are hand holders once they are together officially going out but i see javier being more of hand on her waist type not really holding hands as much as they do that but they still hold each others handsHow long do they wait before sleeping together for the first time? What’s the circumstances?: the first time they slept together was that day at the bar where they also shared their first kiss and it was still under the circumstances that javier was not going to be married just that one night but then it ended up going on until his marriage failed because the cheating got the best of him ooPSWho tops?: most of the time javier tops but he loves it when alma gets dominant and wants to do her own thing he is like yes baby plsWho does the shopping and the cooking?: alma would do all the shopping and since its like an unlimited card with him then she would be anything she wanted not having to worry and she would be the one to cook. javier can cook but he does not like to do it though thats the thingWhich one is more organized and prone to tidiness?: javier is and his work is always clean and organized as well as his housing Who proposes?: JAVIER DOES MY BABY. right after the baby is born because of what happens and it’ll be a cute one for her im cryingDo they have joined Bachelor/Bacheloette parties or separate?: they would have separate ones and i see both saying no strippers but then both their parties surprise them with one anyways so then they both cant get mad as long as no cheating of any kind happenedWho is the best man/maid of honour? Any other groomsmen or bridesmaids?: best man would be a dear friend to him or maybe even his son because thats his world and then groomsmen he would have family, zabdiel of course the brother to his bride, pharaoh & sebastian they know each other ofc the rich douches lol and alma would have friends family and perhaps lolita there too (:Big Ceremony or Small?: a big one hello javier won’t hesitate to whatever alma wants Do they have a honeymoon? If so, where? : they would go somewhere very fancy and elegant and where ever alma really wants to go even if it may not be fancy he just wants to be with her.Do they have children? How many?: ONE….. after the first time he would say thats it because he already has a son and then a maybe but years later i can see a baby number two from them be expected but three children in the end for javier !! two boys then the last one would be a girl !

ANGELINA x ERICK

How did they they meet?: met through mutual friends at a party and have known each other for awhile now.Who developed romantic feelings first?: in all honesty, it would have been angelina first. but then at the same time so did erick but he was slightly after her but angelina did start having those feelings for him the more they spend time / opened up along with slept togetherWho is their biggest “shipper?”: their biggest shipper in all of this is jaz & i LOL because they are both private many don’t know how they are together so they don’t see them as couples but i can visualize erick as a rooter for them in the end xDWhen did they have their first kiss and under what circumstances?: they shared their first kiss that party as well after getting to know each other and doing the flirting how they are now but much more less of a fighty couple Who confessed their feelings first?: angeLINA DOES HAH. she does and she is scared shitless when she does cause they both never pictured each other being together cause they both said it would never happen and when she does feel those feelings is scary to tell him but she does and then erick confesses back how he feels and love making and ‘ i need yous ‘ ‘ you’re mine’ ‘ i love yous’What was their first official date?: first official date would be something very high school ish such as the cute movie dates but maybe at a drive in on the big screen and they are in the car cuddling watching the movie eating snacks until the kissing begins and they be those type of people not watching the whole movie and end up doing it in the carHow do they feel about double dates/group dates?: group / double dates are nice for them to meet other couple friends but i feel like they both arent so into it lol. like erick would be like do we have too? i’d rather take you out or stay in and fuck and then ang would be like true that is better but they also gotta have more friends even though they are the closest to each otherWhat do they do in their down time?: during their down time angelina likes to draw art or continue or art she hasn’t finished even drawing erick as her muse taking a pic of him then drawing it out or when he’s a sleep she’ll draw him and show him and also go visit the little girls grave together to leave their respects rsdtfyguhWhat was the first meeting of parents as an official couple like?: it went a good session! her parents are chill but edgy because they often fight but seeing her bringing someone to them would be an interest and question erick but then in the end like him and then angelina acting her best for his parents / guardians just being herself though still wanting to be nice so she could leave a good impressionWhat was their first fight over and how did they get past it?: they fight a lot but they are always little fights so they get over them quickly. their fight was about spending time together and the difference from helping and changing because erick was saying he didn’t want to be changed by ang but she was truly trying to help him like he asked her but they got over it after a couple hours of cooling down then spending the night cuddling.Which one is more easily made jealous?: both of them do its on the same level when someone flirts with them or his getting handsy / personal but they have gotten over it and not really acknowledge anyone else but each other together which is a good thing for a relationshipWhat is their favourite thing to get to eat?: their favorite thing to eat is pizza lol i can see that is their go too when they feel lazy, need some late night food, home movie night, etc.. it’ll be pizza and tho ang might get sick of it it’s just like their thing getting pizza together after sex allt hat jazzWho’s the cuddly one? What their favourite cuddling position?: awww erick is the cuddly one!! which is totally cute to ang she loves that he likes to cuddle and their favorite position is where ang is holding erick that is their usual but she also enjoy when he plays on top of her and he holds her underneath him ♥Are they hand holders?: they are hand holders, not so much but they are holding hands. it’s more for reassurance for the other giving them a squeeze or a kiss on the hand but also meaning full of you’re mine when they are out or making love they often hold their hands when they do that How long do they wait before sleeping together for the first time? What’s the circumstances?: they waited not so long maybe a couple hours or a day before finding themselves lost in sheets and it was under the circumstances that they would do it once or twice but end up doing it multiple times and then it being more by getting to know more about each otherWho tops?: lol 70% angelina tops on erick cause she likes it and doesn’t mind and she calls him lazy xD but then the other 30% he does top and she likes it when he does too and it’s just more passionate when he does go on top and more playful when ang is one top Who does the shopping and the cooking?: lol this is all angelina she does this goes shopping for them and then cooks for them but then after awhile she is like i am tired you are going to cook and shows him some things then if shes too busy she’ll send him a list of what he needs to get at the store and it’s cute cause he just listens and is like fine i’ll get the crap

Which one is more organized and prone to tidiness?: ang LMAO she is like picking up his shit always or cleaning the kitchen she is so good to him but erick does help out and does laundry and makes the bed they are a good time and balance each other ok they NEED each otherWho proposes?: aW ERICK DOES RIGHT BEFORE HER WATER BREAKSDo they have joined Bachelor/Bacheloette parties or separate?: they would have a separate one and have drinks with their friends and just talk about future and how it will be just excited for the next chapter!Who is the best man/maid of honour? Any other groomsmen or bridesmaids?: all the friends and fam will be there for them in those scenarios just very supportive and ofc their new born will be their to watch ang & erick (: Big Ceremony or Small?: they would have a small one even tho a big one could be affordable but they want it private and with the believe they care for and want to share their moment of being a married couple. ang mainly just wants erick to be their ofc, the baby, family and couple friends from other sides. Do they have a honeymoon? If so, where? : the honeymoon would take place a few days after because of the baby being born so their wedding night will be spent in a hotel then later they would go on their honeymoon in paris together with the baby watched by her parents as they spend alone time together.Do they have children? How many?: so they would have baby number one which is born the day erick proposes to ang. then when the baby is around one / two they would probably end up having another and i can see them just having girls as both and erick the total man cause all his babies are females

ASHER x LILIANA

How did they they meet?: they knew each other from awhile back leading to high school but not until the ending of high school so they knew each other pretty well and then after high school they became better friends than they were and now that they’re adults they get together and hang out !Who developed romantic feelings first?: liliana omfggg shes so cute and asher loves her so much like he felt the feelings but didn’t know exactly what those feelings were?? cause he is from a broken home and she will teach him HOW TO LOVEWho is their biggest “shipper?”: their biggest shipper is.. MEEE i love them omfg but i would say like it is liliana and rooting for them and asher is too but she would be the total shipper of their relationship cause she is just that sweet and can i say that i love her ? cause i do..When did they have their first kiss and under what circumstances?: their first kiss was when they got together to cuddle cause liliana wanted to cuddle and then you know things get caught up in the moment and he looked down at her and she then looked up at him and boom he leaned down to kiss her !! and it was under the circumstance this would lead to more than just friends which *SPOILER ALERT* did.. (:Who confessed their feelings first?: liliana !! even though it was over text asher felt the love and new thats how he felt automatically not just saying it because she said but because he honestly felt it and it wasn’t a scared moment for him it was an actual romantic moment and then when he went back to his place where she was and then they probably told each other they loved each other tons and he took care of her because she had food poisoning :(What was their first official date?: their official date would be going to the beach !! but it would be like a sunset thing were they swim together or mess around but then asher would bring blankets and food so they can eat good food then spend the night on the beach in each others arms because the beach is cold asf but then they have each other so they feel warm and soft kisses ugh so cute How do they feel about double dates/group dates?: i see liliana loving the idea ! she would be like ash lets do it and then ash would be like okay and just awk if he doesn’t know the people but he’d do anything for liliana honestly that’s his bae but he likes just being on dates with her so he gives her all the attention and group dates are preferred from him rather than the idea of double dates cause then they could fade away from the people and just be together What do they do in their down time?: on their down time liliana does her journals because she is a journalist and writes about her adventures or things going on around and then asher plans with his boys aka his gang what they are going to do next and then go hang out with lil and spend time maybe reading what she writes and cuddles they are so cuddly what even What was the first meeting of parents as an official couple like?: so there was no meeting with his parents because in a way he doesn’t have any cause his dad walked out and his mother is a crackhead so he left and doesn’t have a real family besides his boys in the gang and they all like liliana but i can see them teasing her just because she is a virgin. and with him meeting her parents things actually went well ! like he was polite like he usually is with liliana and wants to prove to them that he is good for her but then makes up something for a job because neither liliana or her parents will know that he is involved with a gang dtfyguhiWhat was their first fight over and how did they get past it?: their first fight would most likely be why asher has a gone in the house and then it would escalate saying it is to protect them just in case an intruder comes in because everyone is sneaky and for protection and then how they get pass it is for them would be him giving it to one of his boys pretending to throw it away or hiding it in a better position and saying he got rid of it or telling her it will be okay and then he does end up keeping it omf i wanna see this Which one is more easily made jealous?: asher does since this is a girl he’s ever loved and when other guys try something he gets upset and is ready to pounce and wants liliana to be with him and his boys probably try to get at her and he will end up fighting with them and angst drama between all of the yesWhat is their favourite thing to get to eat?: their favorite food to eat is probably burgers or even sea food? cause they live near a beach so their is seafood around and it’s a mixture depends on the two feels he’ll tell her he wants to eat this but if shes not feeling it they’ll go where she wants to eat or he’ll also buy her want she wants to eat!Who’s the cuddly one? What their favourite cuddling position?: liliana is the cuddly one !! but then she turns asher into a cuddly bear so that happens…. but in between the two it is her and their favorite position is obvie asher holding is baby in his arms thats how he always want to cuddle with her all the timeAre they hand holders?: yes hand holder all that PDA!!!!!!!!!!!!

How long do they wait before sleeping together for the first time? What’s the circumstances?: omfg they waited probably months before they slept together and it was okay with asher he wants her to feel comfortable in losing it to him and when they do he takes care of her and is actually love making then fucking which is a bonus cause thts how in love he is with the girl ! the circumstances where in her control when she was ready to do the nasty with him so she felt good about it and flufWho tops?: asher tops like all the time ! he doesnt mind it at all but i see liliana being more curious and like i wanna ride you and he is like sure so they both do it at times but asher is the one to do it moreWho does the shopping and the cooking?: liliana his wifey and doing all that but asher does know how to cook slightly.. but he would be better at shopping and lil will cook and will help her because he doesnt want her to do all the work but this would happen more when they live together not with the guys cause then they’d have to cook so much moreWhich one is more organized and prone to tidiness?: liliana ! like asher is messy and the boys are so i can see each cleaning up especially with asher not the boys much but she is so wife and he loves her i’m crying jaZZZ xrdtcfyvgubhnjklmWho proposes?: ASHER WILL PURPOSE TO LILIANA AND IT WAS BE AMAZING GOING BACK TO THEIR FIRST DATE AND DOING IT THEIR TELLING HER THIS IS WHERE HE FIRST FELL IN LOVE WITH HER AND WANTS TO SPEND HIS LIFE WITH HER Do they have joined Bachelor/Bacheloette parties or separate?: i can see it going both ways?? like they could do both and just have a nice party for the couple but then the boys after hours will be like ash lets go and take him drinking and celebrating by surfing then liliana having a girls night sleep over or something just domestic Who is the best man/maid of honour? Any other groomsmen or bridesmaids?: asher’s best man would end up being one of the boys he’s closest with even tho the others would be pissed but then the groomsmen would be the rest of them for sure and liliana chooses who she is close with and wants cause he wants to make sure it is perfect for herBig Ceremony or Small?: it would be a smallish wedding but not too small but only for the people like who they really want their not wanting to make it a huge thing but still have everything liliana would want since it’s her day of getting married and she also has a preggo belly !! XDDo they have a honeymoon? If so, where?: their honeymoon i see it being in italia because that is lilianas nationality and spend time over there together just living a great time but it would be months after the baby is born because she is like six months by their wedding and can’t fly so it would have to wait but he would make sure they still have a honeymoon together cause that is a part she should remember as well besides the wedding and the baby but how they celebrated just them two ! Do they have children? How many?: so liliana is pregnant by the time it’s their wedding far along and i can see it be a boy?? it would be SO CUTE OMFG and then after awhile they have another little baby but it would be a baby girl and as he is scared shitless cause he feels like he’ll mess up raising a girl cause a boy is easier but then they do just fine ok!

BRENDA x JACOB

How did they they meet?: they met on the set of this movie where they both were the lead roles and had a million scenes together but they did not even like each other through the filming of the movie lmaoo and they turned so much famous because it was SUCH a hitWho developed romantic feelings first?: i say jacob because he was coming onto her first even when the movie was over so that is a start of developing feelings in a way but then brenda caught them soon right after as they talked more and got to actually know each other not believe the rumors of the magazines or anything like that! Who is their biggest “shipper?”: LMAO ALL THE FANS THEY BOTH HAVE ! like all their fans want them to get together after the movie comes out but really they have already been together for that long and they are happy and the fans die when they see them and it’s like we’ve been together zrxdtcfyvubinjo MIND BLOWNWhen did they have their first kiss and under what circumstances?: okay first kiss they shared was during their filming process for the movie roles they both booked and it was under the circumstances that they had to kiss cause it was in the script and if they didn’t they would be fired lol but for their first official kiss that wasn’t be a mandatory act was going to be months after like about three when they met up because they missed each other and to do exactly that kiss and more that was their first official kiss and the circumstances behind that one was that it had to be in secret from their workers, paparazzi, etc!Who confessed their feelings first?: confession of feelings first i feel would be both?? like at that same time because they are both romantics i’m dyING and are just cute as fuck but it’ll be those traditional when they know the time is right and it’s both the time for them they will confess how they really feel after spending to long witch each other getting to know the real brenda walsh and the real jacob anderson once and for all not just what people might think they areWhat was their first official date?: consideration they’d be dating in secret for a long while probably until they are caught or reveal it so their official date would be a hotel room date but a romantic one with the fancy food, candles, the whole shabam! or it would be at one of their places possibly jacobs and that same thing happens and it’s just romantic between them even though they can’t just go to a restaurant or go to an amusement something couples do that is out but they make fun and things romantic on the limitation given to themHow do they feel about double dates/group dates?: they wouldn’t be opposed to it at all ! they probably are okay with it but it would be rare to do those types of things because all the papas around and following them it would happen once in awhile and they would probably do it a lot with julian and mariana cause they are goo friends cause julian was their director and then mariana and him are together and go out connecTIONSWhat do they do in their down time?: on their down time brenda usually is acting or improving but besides that she is with jacob and they are looking at other options for work and which roles they should take just helping each other out when they need it and when they can since busy schedules on filming movies / tv shows so in a way they’re still productive but much easier with each otherWhat was the first meeting of parents as an official couple like?: as an official couple jacob would take the cake and her parents would love him and probably starcrush on him especially her mom like you were so good in that movie and the one you just did with brenda phenomenal ! and the dad would question him but know he’s a good guy despite everything he’s heard or read and even her brother would be like wow my sister is actually dating someone cool ha! and then for brenda she would i think also pass with good graces nervous as hell but once meeting them and seeing how cool they are then getting along great making fun of jacob and how he is and then probably be those moments like “let’s look at baby pictures!” and die over how adorable jacob is and her kissing him like you were so cute what happened?.. that’s right you got sexy. I CRYWhat was their first fight over and how did they get past it?: their first fight besides all the ones they had on set which weren’t really fights i am not really sure. they don’t seem like the ones to fight at all because they are like similar with being happy and goofy so the two wouldn’t fight but they would fight at the part where they are pregnant and brenda finally tells him that she isn’t made to have kids and he would be upset because that is something dangerous if she can’t have any and if they should go through it still or not !Which one is more easily made jealous?: oh gosh they are both so sweet much they also both are bad at being jealous szxrdctfvygbuhnj brenda is bad she is like savage being jealous toward other girls possibly even at jacob if she feels that same vibe from him but jacob also is that same way protective so sweet but also tough guy comes out !What is their favourite thing to get to eat?: their favorite thing to get to eat would probably be either chinese or pizza? since thats what they have had together before sharing their relationship but they do get sick of it but once they are out and are able to go to restaurants they would miss their pizza in’s / chinese food in and thats what they go forWho’s the cuddly one? What their favourite cuddling position?: to an extent they both are but jacob takes the bait!! he is the cuddly one and a big teddy bear brenda could lay on forever to be fucking honesT. and their favorite positions in cuddling is brenda probably laying on him and his arms around her small body like he is her bed and she sleeps on him constantly Are they hand holders?: for awhile they are not…. in private they would but not so much but once the media knows about them and they are comfortable they hold hands together How long do they wait before sleeping together for the first time? What’s the circumstances?: they waited awhile before sleeping officially together about almost four months then they got into it and couldn’t stop xD they were sexting for like the last half of the month before actually doing it but it was under the circumstances that it was in secret between them the whole relationship whatever label they started with then moving to it being officialWho tops?: jacob is the topper mainly because brenda enjoys when he is wink wink but she also does as well they are both versatile in how they have sex enjoying in each other losing themselves in the moment and see who just happens to be on top Who does the shopping and the cooking?: lol they don’t really need too cause they are famous so they have other people do it for them but after awhile you wanna just do it yourself so once in a blue moon they go grocery shopping for food and then they cook actually together they both are v good and make food for each other when they can !Which one is more organized and prone to tidiness?: brenda she is like a cleaning lady but also can get messy herself but after awhile she is like no i can’t live like this i need to clean it and she doesn’t mind cleaning for jacob and she most likely does the washing and such but thats when they can cause they have other people to do so and it’s not like they make messy’s usuallyWho proposes?: aHH JACOB WHAT A CUTIE I LOVE HIM SMDo they have joined Bachelor/Bacheloette parties or separate?: they would do it together! i see those parties together in a fun way and then thanking everyone for helping them through this and just having a good time also making sure either doesn’t get wasted before the wedding so they aren’t hurting the next dayWho is the best man/maid of honour? Any other groomsmen or bridesmaids?: so brenda has her best friend donna to be her maid of honor along with her friends including mariana cause besties during this and then jacob has his pals who are regular people, family, even a celeb he’s’ close too and julian his sweetness (:Big Ceremony or Small?: they would have a big / medium wedding! of course it being so amazing but filled with family, friends, and close workers they know and it just being magically a big day to remember and having a wedding planner help out so brenda isn’t stressing so much on how everything should be and jacob like it’s okay calm down it’s going to be perfect and it does turn out that waYDo they have a honeymoon? If so, where?: on their honeymoon would be in paris or england a cliche place but it will still be especially and over there they will also travel to other places not just stay their but those places are brenda’s favorite she went to school for college in london and traveled to paris once but romantic city and they are romantics just fits !Do they have children? How many?: HA the gag is that brenda can’t have kids but in the end they end up with threE LOL. the first kid happens to go by smoothly but premature, and it’ll be a boy. then the second one is risky but they make it and a girl and surprise they have another third one because brenda told jacob not to get a vasectomy cause they might want another kid and so he doesnt and that last kid pops up! which is probably again risky and have doctors help them cause her body shouldn’t be going through that but they make it with three!!!

DYLAN x ITALIA

How did they they meet?: the two met because dylan really tracked her down LOL but most likely at a big party where he “accidentally” bumped into her so then he can make his plan work and then it did but it backfired because he actually did have feelings for her and it’s a LONG oneWho developed romantic feelings first?: oh this was italia! that was dylan’s plan to make sure she developed feelings so then he can use her as a pon against her dad but then later one by mistake he develop those same feelings and was conflicted because she wouldn’t want to be with him after everything would happen so it was just drama and ANGSTWho is their biggest “shipper?”: their biggest shipper i know for sure is JAZ and so AM I! haahhaha no but i assume it would be dylan lol because after everything he is rooting for her to take him back so they can be together happy since they both have strong feelings for each other and after awhile they do and so THEY ARE HAPPY AGAINWhen did they have their first kiss and under what circumstances?: their first kiss together was a little after they met because italia was probably playing hard to get and so was dylan so it took some time but then they managed to kiss each other a lot.. and it was under the circumstances they would be flirty and dylan doing this so she could fall in love with him for his plan serdtfyguhijoWho confessed their feelings first?: confessed their feelings was also italia and thats when dylan knew he had her but made a mistake BECAUSE HE FELT THE SAME WAY AND JUST ADMITTED BEFORE HE COULD THINK AND SAY SOMETHING ELSE SO THEY BOTH DID BUT HER TECHNICALLY FIRST What was their first official date?: their official date would be dylan taking her on a private jet to all these places around the world in a day and then taking her home like, did you have fun? and they drink champagne and he is getting her little gifts and just going to good places to eat / views to see he was making sure he got her to like him lolHow do they feel about double dates/group dates?: they do not mind it at all! they both would okay with it or hanging out with friends as they were a couple it’s fine to them. though i can see them both like ‘ ugh do we have to go ?’ because they don’t like one of the people or something and because they are possessive and only want to be with each other half of the time..What do they do in their down time?: on their down time they do anything lol both don’t need to work at all because they are like trust fund babies and have everything they want so they probably go to a different country or take trips to fun places like disneyland on a random day you don’t really know because the two have done almost everything together lolWhat was the first meeting of parents as an official couple like?: LOL well dylan’s dad is dead so they did not meet….. and then his mom is in hawaii so they haven’t met yet but when they do she will love italia and adore her and say that he needs to keep her and his mom is v hippy status. and dylan sadly didn’t not meet italias mom her’s is dead… and then her dad LMAOO lets just say it didn’t go so wel… ……………………… like they pretended to like each other but really hated each other but once they realized the truth then they actually are good together and are happy that the miscommunication is okay and their isn’t bad blood for who really killed his fatherWhat was their first fight over and how did they get past it?: their first fight would be after the kidnapping and italia is safe with the baby and then dylan purposing and then SHE SAYS NO TO HIM TF and he is like why i love you and they fight because she figured out his plan and is upset because he used her in their whole relationship and angst and fighting so they go a couple days without talking to each other but then they do get over it by talking it out and then she talks to her dad saying she should be with him and so then he purposes AGAIN Which one is more easily made jealous?: lol they both are without a doubt like they would tare whoever was trying to flirt with them or anything more they both give zero fucks to the max lmaoOOWhat is their favourite thing to get to eat?: lol why am i laughing at this but pasta! i feel that is their dish to have together or maybe spaghetti totally something they get and enjoy together even when they want some they’d take their jet really quick all the way over to italy or a place they like eat then come back like nothingWho’s the cuddly one? What their favourite cuddling position?: italia is the cuddly one always wanting cuddles and now that dylan is a softie he is like okay fine and loving cuddling her and he likes sleeping with her on their sides pulling her close to his chest that is their fav position in cuddling they share so in other words spooning?? with him the big one and she the littleAre they hand holders?: they are hand holders mostly because italia indicates it but he doesn’t mind cause he likes holding her and having his arms over her because that is his girl and he more so puts his arm around her shoulder cause thats how he usually does it but they hold as a lot as wellHow long do they wait before sleeping together for the first time? What’s the circumstances?: their first time sleeping together was most likely a hook up and like i said a long while after they met so possibly two months in to whatever they had cause they were not dating just flirting and things certainly progressed after that! and it was under being out of pleasure of course but also dylan leading her on / using her what an aSS Who tops?: dylan tops ! i see him just going it all the time ngl but then he loves seeing italia on him like he dies with damn my girl is hot as shit Who does the shopping and the cooking?: you kidding italia does all that shopping and they both cook to an extent but they have someone make the food or they order food usually again they dont really need to be doing this stuff but after awhile you wanna do some of itWhich one is more organized and prone to tidiness?: italia! dylan used to be v messy before they got together lol and she probably cleaned that shit up and told him he needs to be cleaning cause she isn’t going to be with anyone messy and it makes me laugh cause he’d be like fucking diva but then doing what she says like a pupWho proposes?: dylan, TWICE OK TWO TIMESDo they have joined Bachelor/Bacheloette parties or separate?: they do separate and have fun around but want it to be without strippers cause they both get jealous but then their friends both surprise them with strippers and you can’t do much and just enjoy it and are excited about getting married sm !Who is the best man/maid of honour? Any other groomsmen or bridesmaids?: the best man t his wedding would be brandon, aka brenda’s brother so then she would be their and so would jacob! and his groomsmen this other friends come high school who are still close to him and for italia he would have the special people she wants as the maid of honor as well as the bridesmaids !Big Ceremony or Small?: BIG HELLO. is these two… but they would have a big one the first time and when the incident happens of it getting shot up they redo their wedding and have TONS more security as well as the second one BIG AND BETTER than the last one topping all the weddingsDo they have a honeymoon? If so, where?: i wouldn’t really know lol they’ve both probably been almost everywhere so they’d go somewhere meaningful so dylan would find out where her mothers favorite place was and then take her there so italia could connect and just UGH he cares so much for herDo they have children? How many?: their first child would be a boy, and shes pregnant with by their first wedding but then when they redo their wedding the baby is born and v small then later on they have a little girl !!!!!! I DIE cause dylan will a girl xtcfyvgubhjnk

MARIANA x JULIAN

How did they they meet?: they met in high school aW and are besties for life honestly and probably met because they had biology together and they ended up sitting together for the whole school year and also had like english and lunch so they clicked instantly becoming bffs !!Who developed romantic feelings first?: oh this is something mutual but i still see this being julian and him crushing on her first and liking her and wanting to be with her and mariana also wanted to be like this but when they dated other people throughout high school she just figured they’d just be friends and nothing more so IF SOMEONE SAID THEY FELT SOMETHING THEY COULD HAVE BEEN TOGETHER FOR SO LONGWho is their biggest “shipper?”: their biggest shippers are most likely close friends especially in high school saying they should get together or they will end up being together in the future and they just laughed cause they both thought it wouldnt happen ever even though they both thought about it at times When did they have their first kiss and under what circumstances?: their first kiss together would be when she goes over to spend the night with him after being attacked cause shes scared and they lay together in his bed close and she would just lean in and kiss julian cause she feels close to him and is in need for reassurance and dfghj but it would be under the circumstances that it was a sweet kiss and it would probably change how they would be togetherWho confessed their feelings first?: JULIAN. he does and when he does mariana feels the same way but she is scared if she says it they will end up together which is great but they might break up and she can’t risk loosing him because he’s the only real friend in her life and she never wants to put that in jeopardy so mari wouldn’t say it back but she does feel the same way and when she does say it back to him later on she’ll apologize for not saying it when she should haveWhat was their first official date?: the official date they have would be them going out to one of their favorite places when they were younger they both haven’t been too or something they both talked about wanting to do but never did and it just being romantic like “i remembered you told me you wanted to go here / do this and i wanted you to finally experience it with me.” UGHHow do they feel about double dates/group dates?: they are totally fine with the group dates! mariana is social af and then julian is cute af so it would work! of course they will have more solo dates but couple / group dates work and they would be going with brenda & jacob walking out and then all the paps everywhere but also with other people the know like sofia & the boys ! (whichever one lol there is two!)What do they do in their down time?: on their down time mariana usually gets her billing and items she needs to be taken care of since she works a lot as well as shopping for necessities needed but then relaxing her body so it doesnt get over worked and then julian would be working on his projects he’s set aside wanting to try to finish them and also taking a good break with mariana and baby emma! What was the first meeting of parents as an official couple like?: both their parents love them already since they were bff’s and they probably would be happy they are dating and it isn’t someone they don’t like or are unsure of so they got a+’s What was their first fight over and how did they get past it?: they had many fights throughout the years but it isn’t a lot as you’d think maybe two or one in a year though currently it is about mariana working as a stripper because julian is against it he doesn’t like her doing so but thats how she makes good money and mariana wants to stay even though they are together but they work pass it by her agreeing she should leave so she does to make him happy Which one is more easily made jealous?: mariana! lol i think julian is to cute and such to get jealous but he does too! espcially when he visits her at the club and all the sleazy guys are saying these things to her but thats mainly because he’s protective but mariana gets jealous totally not wanting girls to think he’s single when shes not with him even though she knows he wouldn’t do anything to hurt herWhat is their favourite thing to get to eat?: their favorite thing to eat is most likely pasta! mariana loves pastas / breads so she is always down for that and their is always a variety never the same so julian has want he wants and they share and then emma has like mac and cheese or something small like spaghetti ! (:Who’s the cuddly one? What their favourite cuddling position?: oh boy so so SO julian right here! even when they weren’t together he would cuddle with her and mariana is fine with it she doesn’t mind but when they get together she’ll live for his cuddles and find herself almost every night sleeping in his arms on in his shoulder when emma isnt in the bed because she is scared or just wants to sleep with them! i kind of like included the position in that sentence so there is that !Are they hand holders?: totally totally totally ! they hold hands every time they are out together and they also do a lot of holding on the waist with one hand around or both it just depends ya knowwwwHow long do they wait before sleeping together for the first time? What’s the circumstances?: LOL they waited YEARS to sleep together probably when the sexual tension arrives since he has seen mariana in underwear and she purposely watches him change cause he is hot af but then when she practices a private on him it’ll be the end and they both hook up for once and it’s good stuff (: and it was under the fact that fwb would establish soon after !Who tops?: so julian tops and mariana loves seeing him like that so thats a thumbs up from her always but mariana is also dominant as hell so she would be up there too a lot very 50/50 i would say from the two mari is a freaky chickWho does the shopping and the cooking?: julian ! he is used to already doing it because he has the baby and they go together but mariana goes with him when he needs help or when they are together she’ll go with emma just them two having girl time or all three like a family and he is a better cook than she is but mari is also wifey material cooking some good food for him and emma Which one is more organized and prone to tidiness?: julian! especially when he had emma and she makes messes cause she is a baby he is always cleaning make sure his place is clean and all that ad mariana laughs totally cause he is adorable and then mariana cleans too but it’s not her thing Who proposes?: !!! juliAN !!! im dying cause best friends to lovers it is so adorable my bby will dieDo they have joined Bachelor/Bacheloette parties or separate?: they have joint ones!! like a party for everyone to celebrate that goes on and then it ends early and then mariana strips for him DSFGHJK at night and you know what happens after that (: just their last night as an unmarried couple sexWho is the best man/maid of honour? Any other groomsmen or bridesmaids?: mariana’s maid or honor would be ava her close friend from the strip club and then bridesmaids or girls including sofia of course ! brenda, and mia ! and then julian has his best man he piks ofc and then also grooms men which include jacob at least in the mix of whoever he has! Big Ceremony or Small?: their wedding would be medium size ever though they both have good money from mariana’s stripping days and how julian gets big with the movie he directors that stars brenda & jacob they both agree on kind of small but mariana still wants it to be out their so they have to make it medium to fit both their needs on how they want everything to be !Do they have a honeymoon? If so, where?: they do have a honeymoon! and it would be like in combo mexico or i see in bora bora where their is a nice beach and view for them to spend the time togethe and they wouldn’t take emma cause it’s a private thing but they would eventually take her to a place for a vacation just not that one since it is for the newly weds (:Do they have children? How many?: they have emma and mariana counts her as her daughter once they are together because she was their since birth helping julian out but will die when emma calls her mom like OMG and then they have two more babies cause julian is a twin and at first they think it’s one but the doctor is like actually it is two babies! and it’ll be twin girls so they have three in total house full of girls byE

#I DID IT IM CRYING OVER ALL OF THEM #comcta #｡ ♡ · ˚ answered.#｡ ♡ · ˚ in my imagination i'd be all up on you. | lolita & zabdiel.#｡ ♡ · ˚ when the darkness turns to light it ends tonight. | javier & alma.#｡ ♡ · ˚ i think i know she don't love me that's why i fuck around. | angelina & erick.#｡ ♡ · ˚ i can be your hero baby. | asher & liliana.#｡ ♡ · ˚ you're the only voice my heart can recognize. | brenda & jacob.#｡ ♡ · ˚ i can't put nobody else above you. | dylan & italia.#｡ ♡ · ˚ basically each day i need you more. | mariana & julian.#DEATH OF ME

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Getting Sober: Redefining My Longest Relationship

Id call it time traveling. Most of the time I didnt know I was doing it until I was already in too deep. It didnt matter the day of the week or the time, or who I was with. I was just as capable of bending time alone, as I was with a handful of friends.

There was no such thing as one or two or three drinks. Just like a two headed giraffe didnt exist, neither did grabbing a couple of drinks. Its that simple. I really cant explain it any other way. My average was a drink every fifteen minutes. I never thought about that. I didnt brag about it or work towards it or talk about it, my rhythm just happened. The drink was in my hand and I drank it. I didnt think of slowing down or having an empty hand.

Id start somewhere- at an apartment or at dinner or a happy hour or on a date and Id arm myself with whatever I was in the mood for. There were the regular players: Jack Daniels and diet coke, chardonnay, Redbull and vodka, Blue Moon and those few years in my early 20s where I thought the only two drinks on the planet was a Sex On The Beach and Cosmo. Drink menus were for amateurs.

Never red wine though. It stained my teeth and lips, Id explain when asked, and respond with my quirky I only drink it alone and in the dark answer. Theyd always laugh.

For a long time the only shot I tossed back was Patron XO. Lemon drops and Kamikazes were too collegiate for me. I was smart enough to know that I always got sick after Whiskey. That was my kryptonite. It didnt stop me from drinking it again (and again), just in case getting sick was a one time thing. Spoiler alert: it wasnt.

So that was me, always, from the first time I got drunk during a party at 16 years old to my four day New Years Eve bender at age 30. But lets not call it a bender, or else my parents will worry. It was celebrating a new year with friends. It was a vacation and a belated birthday. It was me letting present, in the moment Diana take the wheel for a few days.

By the time YOLO was on T-shirts I had carpe diem booze down to a science.

It was all so normal and always OK: competing with friends how many guys we can make out with in one night (one of my favorite games), bouncing around speakeasys in the East Village, sneaking into the high end member only clubs in the Meatpacking District, 4am pancakes at a diner then going home with the cutest guy there, leaving without paying your tab, putting your drinks on a strangers tab, hooking up with your friends crush, sleeping with a guy who has a girlfriend (what, he had an accent, ok?), telling work you have a doctors appointment when you need an extra hour of sleep, telling work youre sick when youre too hungover to get out of bed, napping in the bathroom stall at work when you realize you went to work still drunk.

Theres wasnt a problem with any of this. I could go to six bars in a night and only remember two of them (seetime traveling). Others had different, less poetic names for it- like graying out or even more ominous, going black out. But lets not talk about that. Those words are scary.

It all just made so much sense to me. I had a desperate thirst for life, for new experiences and stories that were only mine and drinking was my very own special key to open that door. I dont remember being trained but I knew this truth: that I needed to drink- to have fun, to meet a guy, to de-stress, to celebrate, after a bad day, after a good day, when its more than 50 degrees out, when its under 15 degrees, because its Monday.

Its dramatic sounding, I know, but when I was drinking, like really in the middle of a good run, I was untouchable. My thoughts evened out and worries were left at the coat check. I was charming and funny. I was weightless and sexy. Nothing could ground me.

I wasnt stupid. I knew what was happening. There wasnt a river in Egypt. The biggest part was the after, when Morning Diana gradually and reluctantly pixelated back into place ready to droop down into the exorcist-like hangover.

When I was in college my hangover cure was strawberries and chocolate milk. After I received my diploma I graduated to well-done bacon, coffee, Mimosas. Water never entered the equation.

Sometime in my mid-twenties while I was gripping on to my spinning couch, I googled hangover and depression and was so relieved when I read the phrase emotional hangover. I immediately felt better seeing the feeling I felt printed on my screen. It was a relief: I wasnt alone in this feeling and it had a name. Urban Dictionary knows about it so it must be OK. Ill finish my bacon and chocolate milkshake and be just ducky.

The recovery time was always different- sometimes I could slide out of bed and be partially human the next day and other times I needed a day alone to stew in a mental playback of the night before. During those days the biggest challenge was the trek from my bedroom to couch. No matter how I recouped I never thought it was bad. I thought my friends were doing it too.

Country songs and Van Wilder confirmed for me that getting drunk and hangovers were a part of life. I never raised my hand to question it. So, about the men. I bet you thought it was hard to find a man with all this time zig zagging and space jumping but it wasnt. Lets go back ten years again and Ill tell you about all the threesomes I had. It was me, the guy, and alcohol.

It was how I flirted, played, connected, and bonded with men, always. If the boyfriend had a bad day wed start downing drinks in the hopes that hed open up and talk to me. To flirt with the new cute coworker Id suggest we play beer after work. Hed find it charming and cute and wed drunkenly made out in the corner of the bar after swapping 1st pet names and office gossip. I had a fling with a British banker off and on for 3 years and when wed meet late night hed pour us shots of tequila first. It was our thing. Our inside joke with Don Julio.We didnt know each others last names but we shared an appreciation for top shelf tequila at 3am before having sex. Im a romantic, I know.

My favorite three words when I was with a guy were Want another round?

During each encounter, each date, I wouldnt feel satisfied until I heard those words. He could shout it or whisper it in my ear, either way I wanted those words. It meant: he liked me, hes having a good time, and he wanted to keep spending time with me. He didnt want the night to end. It meant intimacy, it meant hand holding and flirty eyes and of course, sex.

I could count the number of times I had sober sex on one hand. I didnt enjoy it. To avoid it, Id explain that I simply didnt like morning sex. Most of the time Id be too hungover to move from a fetal position so it wasnt pursued for long on his end anyway. Hooking up drunk was sexy and fun. We could let our inhibitions go and really connect. Fun was had by all. I wasnt worried about any of it.

Theres unfortunately worse parts. Im not going to tell them to you though. Mostly because my mother may read this. But also because I was once told that you dont need to go all the way to the bottom floor in order to get off the elevator. So lets baby step off the lift, shall we?

I was in one of my first sessions with my new therapist when she told me I repeated the word untouchable a lot and made me explain why I thought that was a good word. (See all of the above for my response). Valentines Day was two weeks away and I was mentally preparing to be single again during my least favorite holiday of the year.

I wasnt too worried though because Id participate in my friends annual BOVD- Black Out Valentines Day. The year before included colorful fish bowls and sushi till 2am. Problem solved. I was talking but realizing more and more how much she looked like Lily Tomlin when she put a piece paper down in front of me. It was a wordy contract with bullet points in the middle and a blank line next to my name at the bottom.

I was supposed to go a week without drinking. Thats a lie. I could drink. But only three glasses of beer or wine, two different nights. If I broke the contract I had to give $100 to her. Lily was crazy. How was this legal? I couldnt do this. Fact. I shouldnt have even been there. I wanted to deal with this but apparently not by actually dealing with it. I argued with her and left the session with the unsigned document squished to the bottom of my purse. That night I didnt sleep and express ordered Alan Carrs Easy Way to Control Alcohol. Problem solved. I went out drinking all week. And I drank like no one was watching.

Then I signed the contract. And then when week one ended, I signed the next contract. Was it easy? Fuck no. Did I have to write some checks to my therapist? Yes. Did I cry? Did I rant? Did my hands and mind twitch and turn during dinners with friends as I stared at my 1 drink for the night? Hell to the yes. Most nights all I could think about was my hand stammering under the table and how much I wanted and needed another drink.

I thought of the contract and Lilys annoying face staring down at me. I thought of how I felt when I was hungover. I thought of the fuzzy nights. I thought of the fuzzy years. I cried a lot. I stayed in and watched Netflix even more. I watched Vampire Diaries starting at season 1, many times. In therapy I compared my drunk self to being a vampire with no soul. There are many different points of view on vampire rule and regulations but most of them agree that the creatures of the night have no soul. Stick with me here. In Vampire Diaries the rule of thumb is that vampires can turn this soul switch off and on. When its on they feel everything, when its off they feel nothing and become untouchable. Follow me now? The easy way to live is to keep the switch off. I did that, over and over again. I was tired of it and wanted to be in the world of the living again. I didnt decide this overnight. It took months, a lot more episodes of Vampire Diaries and most of 2015. Something weird happened around the same time I switched to watching new episodes of Arrow that wouldve really pissed off my 23 year old Cosmo drinking self- I stopped enjoying drinking.

By November I was completely sober and joined a boxing ring. I could get up in the morning and exercise. I didnt need to sign a contract anymore. I sober dated. I sober celebrated friends birthdays. I sober had a fun Thursday night. I went to AA meetings sometimes and spent most of the meeting listening and nodding my head. I was funny and smart and friendly during the day and I was funny and smart and friendly at night. I added to my own life and stopped letting drinking take away from it. I started a social group. I started a book club. I started.

Sometime between the last crippling snow storm of last year and planning my 31st birthday, I stopped wanting to go to Edit Undo. I re-entered my own life. I went through those years and theyre a part of me for worse or worser. I went through it before knowing there was another side. I hit my rock bottoms (yes, there was more than one). Im still learning how to talk about it- what I want to say about it and to who. But the further I get from the person I was then, the more I like who Im turning into now. But letting go of her seemed like an impossible ask that the tiny tired voice deep inside me was begging for.

If I stopped drinking Id lose all of me, not just a part. I was terrified as if I was going to lose a limb or my hearing. My life would be filled withwhat? Id have no buoy or security blanket or man behind the curtain. Id be dry, unfilled, just curved edges and rims. The thought paralyzed me.

Now, Im at this other side. Im still learning what this other side is like and who I am in it. But I do know this- Im more now than I was before. Im more me and more strong and more present. I feel more and I listen to me more.

Days are now broken up between feeling this raw, strength of life and connection to people and namastes and really fantastic Im part of the universe and not from vibes to a total, giant uncertainty and instability, and anger and exhaustion. I never knew I could get tired of feelings. Weve moved in together, you see. We wake up together and go to bed together and they insist on forming an invisible fanny pack around my waist during the day. Hello intimacy, party of two. Theyre normally the big spoon. My thoughts continue from one moment to the next and connect without taking breaks. I had years and years of turning myself on and off and more off and now I just want to be on.

I wish I could say that when I wake up sober now, Im not depressed anymore or lonely, my friends became better friends, I became the perfect best friend, sister and daughter, and my love life came together Prince Charming Cinderella style. But becoming more sober didnt mean everything clicked into place, it just means I see the pieces more clearly and I dont hide from the messy parts.

So now whatdo I become resentful and guilty and depressed thinking about the years I spent avoiding intimacy and feelings and honesty and fuck, concrete memories? Do I think those years dont count? Do I blame my bad habits on the constant excess of New York City? Do I blame the alcoholic-like attributes that run in my blood line? Do I blame my friends? Or the work hard play hard Don Draper industry I work in? Do I blame shitty men boys?

Yes, to all of the above. I point the finger at all of them and then back at me, and then at them and back at me. Lily says hi.

Ive had men yell at me, not being able to grasp the idea of my moderated drinking habits, insisting that Im just pretending I dont drink because I wanted them to buy me drinks. I dont get it either. No means no guys. My friendships have changed, my god have my friendships changed. One friend who pre-games with a bottle of wine (a standard respectable approach I once followed), on multiple occasions, dumped her wine into my water when she realized I wasnt drunk like she was. Yeah, I dont spend time with her anymore.

I went sixty days without drinking before I decided to drink again. For me it was like breaking up with a boyfriend and then meeting up again two months later. Never a good idea. Youll never want to be just friends who catch every up every now and then. I drank Vueve Clicquot and it didnt make the night better but it didnt make it worse. I didnt gray out. I didnt break down. That night isnt fuzzy. I could wake up in the morning.

Theres been other times when I drank recently and couldnt move far from the couch. Those times are a quick, slap in the face of what not to do. But old feelings and doubts still come flooding back in. Will I always want another drink? Why cant I just stay sober? Why does everyone make it look so easy? Is my therapist actually Lily Tomlin?

Deep down I know the majority of my problems start and stop with alcohol. Drinking will always be a part of my life whether Im drinking or not. Itd be easier to figure out if I wasnt both the variable and constant in this little conundrum of mine.

Today, I stare all the feels in the face, and make sure they know the last sixteen years matter but the last thirteen months matter even more. Im not her anymore, Im a different, more me now.

Im not 100% sober and I dont know if I ever will be. One day, maybe sooner rather than later, I could decide to sign up for a sober lifestyle again. But right now, I cant imagine midnight on New Years Eve without a champagne toast. I can do without five toasts but one still feels OK to me. So yeahmy relationship with drinking? We file it under Its complicated.

The good news is, Ive learned how to unwind on a Friday night without the trifecta of a bottle of wine, pizza and Netflix. My secret is just pizza and Netflix.

Source: http://allofbeer.com/2017/11/13/getting-sober-redefining-my-longest-relationship/

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adambstingus · 7 years

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Getting Sober: Redefining My Longest Relationship

Never red wine though. It stained my teeth and lips, Id explain when asked, and respond with my quirky I only drink it alone and in the dark answer. Theyd always laugh.

By the time YOLO was on T-shirts I had carpe diem booze down to a science.

When I was in college my hangover cure was strawberries and chocolate milk. After I received my diploma I graduated to well-done bacon, coffee, Mimosas. Water never entered the equation.

My favorite three words when I was with a guy were Want another round?

Yes, to all of the above. I point the finger at all of them and then back at me, and then at them and back at me. Lily says hi.

Today, I stare all the feels in the face, and make sure they know the last sixteen years matter but the last thirteen months matter even more. Im not her anymore, Im a different, more me now.

The good news is, Ive learned how to unwind on a Friday night without the trifecta of a bottle of wine, pizza and Netflix. My secret is just pizza and Netflix.

from All Of Beer http://allofbeer.com/2017/11/13/getting-sober-redefining-my-longest-relationship/ from All of Beer https://allofbeercom.tumblr.com/post/167431371812

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