#L specifically was so serious the whole time our L was cracking a lot of jokes

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was really fun to watch though

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A Day in the Life (Lost Ones)

Summary: A day with the new parents and how some of their friends reaction to their new bit of joy. 

Pairings: Platonic! Parental! Tommy, Wilbur, Philza, Technoblade, Eret, and Dream x F! Child! Reader

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Warnings : (In Phil’s Specifically) Death, Violence. (Generally) Swearing

A/N: Just so you know (F/L) means First Letter of your first name. Hope you guys enjoy! ♥

Tommy

        Tommy didn’t know what the fuck he was doing.

        Tubbo was even more clueless.

        When Tommy first came onto Tubbo’s doorstep frantically talking about being a father with a crying baby, Tubbo was in a state of great concern for his best friend. Tubbo knew Tommy as a scammer and a very…bold individual, to put it nicely. He did not think his friend had what it took to be any sort of fatherly figure. He was just too young and he was too…outgoing.

        The first day, the pair worked hard to figure out how to make the infant stop crying. They found out she just needed food and a diaper change. Tommy had groaned in relief, sitting on Tubbo’s floor as he held the baby feeding her the milk. From there, Tubbo questioned where he even found a child.

        “She was abandoned in a basket, in a tree. I decided to be a big man about it and take her in.”

        “Are you crazy? Tommy, you didn’t even know her gender until two minutes ago.”

        “Shut up.” Tommy huffed looking at his friend as he stopped giving (Y/N) milk for the moment. “I can figure it out, I’m still new to this Tubbo.”

        “I think maybe we should give her to one of the other guys. We don’t know what to do, we just ran around my house for five minutes trying to make her stop crying for god’s sake.”

        “I’ll figure it out! Even without your help.” Tommy looked back down at the infant, continuing to feed her.

        So, Tubbo went along with it. Tommy was stubborn and to make sure the baby didn’t get hurt, Tubbo said he’d help his friend. To be fair, they didn’t have to do much, it was just a lot of work to do the few things and barely any time to do the same adventures they use to do.

        Tommy was determined to do most of it on his own, only going to Tubbo when he was desperate for help. Which were a few times a week. He got better and better though, learning what (Y/N) needed and when.

        Tommy had managed to make a crib all on his own (with a couple of tries) and he discovered, (Y/N) liked her crib at the end of his bed. She just liked being close to Tommy often and he actually didn’t mind. He was proud to show off his baby.

        When he had shown her off to the others, they had all been in various bits of shock. Of course, when he first introduced her, the first thing he shouted was always;

        “I’m a father now bitch! Meet (Y/N)!”

        As he would, (Y/N) would giggle and babble, his excited energy rubbing off on her. After their various bits of shock (and Bad telling him to watch his language even more now that there was a baby), they would indeed think (Y/N) was cute but give him the same advice as Tubbo. Give her to an adult.

        “None of them! None of them think I can take care of you.” Tommy huffed as (Y/N) finished her milk for the hour. “Isn’t that ridiculous?”

        Tommy did struggle often. He didn’t get as much sleep as he once did, he stayed inside with (Y/N) more. It was a big change, but he was taking it seriously despite all his jokes. Just, no one could see it because they only saw Tommy as a child.

        “Well, they’re all idiots. I know I have this.” Tommy told the infant as he sat back in bed, holding her. “Right Little (F/L)?”

        (Y/N) squirmed slightly, babbling and Tommy smiled.

        “Right! It’s that time.” He grinned as he stood up, going into his chests next to his jukebox.

        As he pulled out one of his discs, Tubbo knocked on the door as he came in.

        “Hey, am I interrupting?” He asked.

        “No, you’re actually in time Big T!” Tommy said as he put the red labeled disc on.

        “For what?” Tubbo questioned confused as Tommy sat down.

        The music started to play and (Y/N) relaxed in Tommy’s arms. Tommy smiled softly, gently rocking her in his arms as he hummed along to the music. Tubbo was staring in amazement from behind Tommy’s seat.

        “Do you…do you do this often?”

        “Of course.” Tommy grinned at his best friend. “She’s got to learn great music. And look, she loves it so much she falls asleep.”

        He was correct as when Tubbo looked, (Y/N) was giving a tiny yawn as she nuzzled into Tommy.

        “Every day after lunch, I play the disc I got when I found her and she takes a nap.” Tommy quieted down; startling Tubbo as Tommy never quieted down. “I want to find more to let her hear more.”

        Tommy put her down in her crib once she was fully asleep, motioning to the door. They both left as the music kept playing.

        “We should go get more discs tomorrow.” Tommy declared, keeping his voice level as he went through his chests. “(Y/N) needs to hear them all and I want to have them all.”

        “You…do that every day?” Tubbo said, still caught up on Tommy’s gentleness.

        Tommy rolled his eyes. “Of course, I do. (Y/N) likes it and I like it so that’s our routine Tubbo. Sometimes it takes a while though and I have to move around the room.”

        He didn’t mention that he danced to the music with her though, laughing with her as she would giggle, slightly embarrassed about the cute routine.

        “So, are we going to go out tomorrow and get some discs or not?” Tommy grinned at his friend.

        Tubbo stood there, thinking over what he had just seen. He thought about how he was actually wrong about Tommy. His best friend really cared about the girl; his own little girl. Tommy had acted drastically different than what he usually did to make sure she was well and happy. The taller boy was actually taking this very seriously and Tubbo couldn’t help but be proud of his friend.

        “Tubbo.” Tommy snapped his fingers, looking at him disapprovingly.

        “Oh, yeah. Let’s get some discs tomorrow. It’s been forever since we’ve gone on an adventure.” Tubbo smiled.

        He thought Tommy could do this whole dad thing right.

        …

        Then he slightly regretted his words in the morning when Tommy showed up with the little girl and his adventuring gear.

        “We are not taking (Y/N). It’s dangerous Tommy!” Tubbo protested.

        “Nothing will happen to her; I wouldn’t let it. Neither would you. And try and say no to this face.” Tommy showed her off, grinning. “Come on now Uncle Tubbo.”

        Tubbo paused, getting slightly giddy. “Uncle Tubbo?”

        “Of course! Now! Let’s go get some discs!” Tommy took lead.

        “…Wait! You distracted me!” Tubbo called exasperated as he followed his best friend.

        (Y/N) giggled as Tommy grinned wider. Tommy was stubborn but in the case of being a father, it was a good thing as it meant his baby would grow up healthy and happy and he could care less about what others would say.

          Wilbur

        L’Manberg didn’t have many secrets but it had one well-guarded one. That would be the simple fact that (Y/N) existed.

        After the first night with the new baby, Wilbur had gathered all the men inside the van.

        “Time to greet the people little one.” He smiled as he heard the commotion of Tommy trying to command the others.

        Coming out, he put on a serious face as everyone went quiet. Of course, Eret and Fundy already knew. The teenager had his arms crossed, looking away from his father and new sister, as Eret gave a small smile. The other two of L’Manberg…

        “Did you fuck another fish?!” Tommy shouted in exasperation to his brother.

        Fundy gave Tommy an offended glare as (Y/N) squirmed at the sudden loud noise.

        “Tommy, quiet down now,” Wilbur told him as he gently rocked the little girl, Tubbo awing at how adorable she was. “Eret found her left outside the walls last night. I’m taking her in as she was obviously abandoned. So, meet the first woman of L’Manberg, (Y/N).”

        “(Y/N) is a wonderful name.” Eret smiled a bit wider.

        “She’s so cute and small,” Tubbo said, taking a step closer to get a better look at her.

        Tommy huffed, already bored as Fundy simply stayed quiet.

        “That being said, we are in the middle of a war.”

        The weight of everything came back to rest on their shoulders as everyone with a smile stopped holding one. It was a dangerous time for all of them, no one able to leave the walls without a friend. Walls that were supposed to mean their freedom.

        “That’s why no one must know (Y/N) exists. She must be a secret from all of the Dream SMP. They’ve shown how ruthless they can be and I don’t want to think about what they’d do if they knew about her. So, beyond these walls, (Y/N) doesn’t exist.”

        Everyone gave a nod at the same time as (Y/N) had started to play with the ruffles on Wilbur’s uniform. He smiled gently as her as he took her hand, letting her play with his finger instead before looking dead serious at his men again.

        “I can’t have just a nod. I need you to be verbal. This will not be taken lightly.”

        Tommy spoke first as he gave a salute. “You have my word, Wilbur!”

        Wilbur cracked a small smile; he could always rely on his little brother. “Good, now quiet down a bit.”

        From there, it was a chorus of promises and she was their biggest secret that united them. Not even a traitor would dare breath word of her place in their walls.

        The men could see a difference in their leader every day since then.

        He left the van more often, actually going to his own home in the walls. Daily, everyone would see him carrying (Y/N) with him in her own little uniform he made on a walk within the walls. He sang more often like he used to before the declaration of war was made in order to soothe the little girl or simply to make her smile. There was a reason for him to relax and be soft and everyone was rather glad after all the weight he had been forced to hold.

        Wilbur also saw the change in his men as the days went on.

        Tubbo found joy with such an adorable new addition. He would sometimes join Wilbur on his daily walks within the walls to have a chance to hold the small girl. The young boy loved to also give her little gifts, usually toys he thought she’d like. He was very excited when Wilbur told him that she slept with a bee plushie he had gotten her.

        Tommy was curious about her. Such a small thing, he was certain he was way bigger than her when he was that young. Wilbur let him hold her on the occasion if Tommy asked, but wouldn’t wonder if Tommy was holding her. He had faith in his little brother, but his eccentric energy just put Wilbur a little on edge. Often, Tommy would brag to the little girl that he’d be the coolest uncle and teach her many swear words when she got older, much to Wilbur’s dismay.

        Eret did like the little girl, he really did as she was such a precious little thing, but he tried not to put too much attachment to her. He had begun…he had begun a different path and he didn’t want to also betray the little girl. And, the more separation he felt from her, the easier it was to lie about her existence. Though, there was the occasion he would do the same as Tubbo and gave her a toy or two, unable to help it as it put a smile on his face.

        Fundy was different. He had been an only child for most of his life and now he had a little sister? It was only natural that he was jealous and sulked at all the attention she got from their father. Their father did try to include Fundy though; inviting every day on their walks, offering to let her feed instead, asking to play his piano while Wilbur sang. Unfortunately, Fundy wanted nothing to do with his little sister, often saying he hated her, which repeatedly broke Wilbur’s heart but he had faith; he’d change his son’s mind.

        “I’m trying to have a peace talk with Dream today,” Wilbur told Fundy as he shrugged on his jacket while Fundy was sitting in the front seat of the van.

        “Ok, and?” Fundy looked up at him.

        “I’m taking Tubbo and Eret, Tommy’s staying guard and you.” Wilbur handed him a piece of paper. “And you are taking care of your sister.”

        “What?! What the hell?” Fundy exclaimed, jumping up.

        Wilbur put the paper in Fundy’s hand. “I have to go and try and make peace. I have faith in you son. (Y/N) would love to spend time with you anyways. Take good care of her alright? I don’t trust Tommy to watch her for so long but if you really need help, get him.”

        “What…Why do I have to watch the brat?”

        Wilbur gave him a stern look. “Fundy, she is your little sister. She is a part of our family. And family takes care of each other. Now, I want you to be nice to her and take care of her. Understood?”

        Fundy clenched his jaw, shoving his hands in pockets. “Yeah, yeah.”

        “Good.” Wilbur smiled at him now. “She’s still sleeping in my room. That paper is what she needs and when. You can do anything with her in-between. I’ll see you in a few hours my son.”

         Wilbur left; his heart heavy as this was the first time he’d leave (Y/N) alone but hope helping it float as he hoped Fundy could love his sister as Wilbur loved her.

        Fundy went into his father’s bedroom and saw the little girl already waking up slightly. He gave a heavy sigh as he picked her up carefully, holding her close.

        “I hate you.” He muttered as she looked up at him.

        The little girl giggled and he lowered his head. She gave pet to his face to feel the soft fur.

        “I hate you’re too fucking adorable to hate.” He huffed. “Just don’t tell dad. Now, come on dipshit, time to eat.”

        Fundy was jealous, yes. But he could never actually hate his adorable little sister. He’d keep her safe and make her happy too.

        Wilbur got back later than he expected as Dream and his goons had chased their peaceful band like sport but they managed out relatively unscathed. The moon was already up and Wilbur was worried as he hadn’t written instructions for this long in the night for Fundy. After Tommy reported no incidents along the walls, Wilbur rushed home but froze, his heart-melting. In the living room, there was a long finished playing record on the jukebox and on the couch, Fundy laid with his arm over (Y/N) securely as she laid on his chest, both of them asleep.

        “Thank you, my little champion,” Wilbur muttered with a smile, gently picking (Y/N) up before putting a blanket over Fundy. “I’m proud of you.”

        Wilbur held (Y/N) close to him as he walked to his bedroom.

        “And you, my little star, a day won’t go by where you won’t be loved. You’re our little star of hope in L’Manberg. You remind everyone what we fight for and you bring everyone smiles. We will bring peace, just so you can see how bright you shine my little star.” He kissed her forehead before putting her in her crib. “Sleep well love.”

          Philza

        Walking took longer than flying but it was definitely safer for his new little angel. He had tried to find her parents, asking around with the survivors but they weren’t there. So, Phil took her with him to meet his sons. When he started this journey, of the list of things he’d thought would happen, he didn’t think he’d gain a new child. Yet, there she slept peacefully in the sash Phil had made to carry her and keep her warm rather than carrying her in his arms the entire walk.

        She most certainly quieter than most of his other children had been when they were this small, which Phil did not mind one bit. When she was awake, he would talk to her to fill her world though. He’d tell her about her new brothers and how he was sure they’d all love her in their own way.

        “Techno will take a little convincing, he has a thing about orphans.” Phil scrunched up his nose. “But he’ll learn to you like you (Y/N).”

        He hadn’t been able to find a name either for the new baby so he gave her one on his own.

        Finally, after days of travel, Phil reached a crest of a hill and was able to see a beautiful town laid before him. From the looks of some decorations, they had some sort of festival recently. The worrying part was the people in armor down below, but, a large portion of them were celebrating. Phil scanned them over then he grew a large smile. Wilbur was patting Tommy’s shoulder as the younger boy was screaming with one of those celebrating, Techno to the side smirking.

        His sons had managed to figure it all out.

        “Looks like we were a little late angel. Your brothers can be smart when they choose to be.” He chuckled. “We’ll wait here and let them have their moment of victory.”

        He sat on the edge of the hill, giving (Y/N) her afternoon milk as he watched the crowd below and listened to the start of celebratory speeches. As he quickly burped the infant, he frowned as Wilbur left his seat in the crowd, walking away as Tubbo was getting on stage.

        “Let’s go see what he’s up to.” He muttered to the little girl, putting her in his sash securely before carefully flying over.

        He landed as Wilbur walked into a room in a hill behind the stage. His eyes went wide as he remembered one of Tommy’s letters.

        Will keeps saying if he can’t have L’Manberg, no one can. He made a room rigged to TNT under our nation. I’m hoping to talk him down but I don’t know if I can.

        “Shit.” Phil sprinted over, walking into the room after his son.

        Inside were mad scribblings as Wilbur stood with his hand on the wall next to a button.

        “What are you doing?” Phil asked him.

        Wilbur jumped, whirling around to see his father standing there, wearing a sash, unable to see the child it was holding.

        “Phil…?”

        “What are you doing?” Phil repeated.

        Wilbur ran his hands through his hair as he looked back at the button then his father.

        “How’d you…do you know what this is?” He motioned to the room around him.

        “I do.” Phil nodded, stepping carefully forward.

        “Have heard the songs on the walls?” Wilbur asked in turn as he ran his hand over a few of the words. “I was just saying to myself, there was a special place where men can go, but there’s not anymore! It’s not…” Wilbur sighed as he looked back at the button.

        “It is there,” Phil told him as he put a hand on the side of the child to calm her down as she squirmed. “You just, you’ve just won it back.”

        “Phil! I’m always so close to pressing this button, Phil! I’ve been—I’ve been here like seven or eight times I’ve been here.” Wilbur threw up his arms as Phil stood his ground when he saw the crazed look in his son’s eyes.

        The little girl tried to give an uncomfortable babble at the loud shouting but Wilbur talked over her, having yet to notice the extra body in the room. In comfort, Phil put a hand over one of her ears as he pressed her close to him.

        “Phil I-I’ve been here so many times.” Outside of the room, they all could hear the sound of fireworks going off. “They’re fighting. They’re fighting.”

        “And you want to just blow it all up?” Phil questioned.

        “I do I think I—”

        “You fought so hard to get this land back.” Phil tried to discourage one of his older sons. “So hard.”

        “I don’t even, I don’t even know if works anymore Phil,” Wilbur said, his hand hovering over the button, making Phil take a step forward. “I don’t even know if the button works I could, I could press it and might not…”

        Wilbur looked back, grinning like a mad man and Phil squeezed the young girl lightly.

        “Do you really want to take that risk? Wilbur…” He went to continue to say, hoping to bring up his new little sister to discourage the man but Wilbur looked away, staring at the button.

        “There was a saying Phil, by a traitor. It was never meant to be.” Wilbur pressed the button, grinning at Phil as the hiss went off.

        “No!” Phil shouted, quickly pulling his son close as he covered the three of them his wings as the blast went off.

        He winced as the blast and the heat singed and damaged his feathers but he didn’t move as he held his two children close. He wouldn’t let them get harmed.

        The sound of white noise rang in their ears as the explosions slowly stopped. Phil raised his wings slightly to look in horror at the destruction before them. Outside their half-destroyed room, Phil slowly started to hear the voices crying with terror at what they just witnessed as Wilbur stood before the hole holding his arms out as he grinned.

        “My L’Manberg Phil! My unfinished symphony forever unfinished! If I can’t have this no one can Phil!”

        “Oh my god.” Phil breathed, the ringing dying down enough for him to be startled at the cries closest to him.

        (Y/N) screamed out cries in the aftermath of the loud explosions and shouting, her own ears ringing. Phil held her close, trying to calm her down despite his horror and disappointment. Wilbur finally heard the cries himself and looked over to finally notice the little girl. For a moment, he could see through his madness.

        “Who’s…who’s this?” Wilbur muttered.

        “She’s (Y/N),” Phil told him as he put his forehead on the little girl’s. “I came to help you and found her. I brought her to show her what her new brothers made. What great work you’ve done.”

        “What great…” Wilbur looked over at what he had done.

        Behind him, he could hear the cries of his new tiny sister he hadn’t been aware he had. Phil had brought her to show her a place of peace and beauty, but instead, Wilbur showed her terror and destruction. Across the explosion, he could see Tommy’s horror-struck face at the sight of their once great nation gone. This was his fault…

        He pulled his sword, holding the handle to Will. “Kill me, Phil.”

        “What?!” Phil looked at his son shocked, still clutching onto the crying girl.

        “Stab me with the sword. Murder me now. Kill me!” Will demanded as he motioned to the crowd. “Look, they all want you to!”

        Phil was stood in shock as he held a crying child in one arm while looking over at the crowd of terrified and horror-filled faces.

        “Kill me, Phil!” Wilbur shouted.

        “I—You’re my son!” Phil yelled. “No matter what you do—I can’t—”

        “Phil!” Wilbur shouted, shoving the sword handle into his hand. “This isn’t—! Look! Look! How much work went into this and it’s gone! Do it.”

        Phil looked from his son to the crowd, to the child in his arms. He couldn’t…why’d…(Y/N) should get a chance to meet her own brother! L’Manberg had ruined his son. He had gone mad…

        “I’m sorry.” He whispered under his breath before plunging the sword.

        Tears filled Phil’s eyes as he let go of the sword and held his son. (Y/N)’s wails only got louder and Phil cried with her.

        “I’m sorry, I’m sorry both of you.” He muttered

        He wished everything could be different…

        …

        Phil sat by the fire with the L’Manberg citizens, one of his hands shaking slightly as the other gently rocked the no longer crying child.

        Tommy had been speechless since the betrayal he received from both of his brothers, but looking up at his father across from him, he stood and spoke.

        “Who’s she?” He asked.

        Phil looked at him as the others looked over as well.

        “This is your new little sister (Y/N). I found her when the village I was staying at was raided and I saved her. Would you like to hold her?”

        Tommy came over and sat in front of his father. Phil helped him before letting his now second youngest hold her on his own. Tommy’s face had held no emotion after everything today but now it softened as the little girl met his eyes. He hugged her lightly as Phil held onto his shaking hand with his other to stop it.

        “I wish you could have seen what L’Manberg looked like (Y/N),” Tommy mumbled to her. “Wilbur and Techno betrayed me but I promise. I won’t betray you. I never will do that to you.”

        Phil looked at his son sadly as Tommy put his forehead on hers softly. At least Phil knew that she’d be well-loved by the brother she got to meet properly.

        From there, the next few days were made for rebuilding. Phil helped the group as best he could but he had to rest to let his wings heal and he also had to take care of his little angel. Tommy made sure the others built Phil one of the first houses so his sister could be in a proper bed.

        It warmed Phil’s heart that Tommy cared so much about his new little sister. Tommy would visit the pair occasionally just to see her, Phil giving him a little bit of trust to take care of her. Of course, Tommy used that trust to be his usual self and brag about how cute his little sister was to anyone that would listen to the boy’s antics. Though many couldn’t deny the boy, she was a very cute little girl and often brought smiles to other’s faces.

        Phil was glad that his quiet little girl could bring joy to people that had been through so much. He just wished that she had had a chance to bring smiles to those that didn’t walk beside them any more…

          Technoblade

        “Phil,” Techno called on his walkie, trying to quiet down the girl crying in his arms.

        “Yes?” Phil answered.

        “She won’t stop crying,” Techno told him, Phil, able to hear the girl, chuckling quietly to himself. “Don’t laugh at this!”

        “Sorry, sorry. Alright, you feed and changed her right?” The older man listed.

        “Yes.” He had done it a few minutes ago, on his usual schedule to do so.

        “Did you burp her after she ate?”

        Techno paused and huffed before burping the child, the cries dying down after she released the gas that had built up.

        “I forgot, she stopped.”

        “Good. Just relax now, alright Techno?”

        “Yeah.” Techno sighed as he put his walkie away, looking down at the little girl. “What now brat?”

        It was often that Techno called his father to ask what to do. To put it simply, he was worried he’d fuck this all up. He had never exactly taken care of a child before; it had been all anarchy and blood before he decided on retirement. Hell, he barely ever took care of Tommy when he was a child, that was usually Wilbur’s thing.

        He didn’t know the first thing he was doing nor did the voices. They always threw out different ideas contradicting each other. So, Techno always did his best and when it didn’t seem like enough, he went immediately to Phil.

        When he did have things under control though, it was just any other day. Brew some potions out of habit, take care of the animals before collecting food for himself and milk for (Y/N), and trade with some of the villagers close by. The only difference was that he brought (Y/N) with him while he did anything.

        To his relief, she was a quiet child and didn’t mind his quiet nature. She didn’t need pointless noise to be happy so he could just simply work. Techno did get Phil to make her a warmer outfit and Phil took it seriously but also made it a joke. He made her a pink outfit from wool and leather and with a bit extra, put fake pig ears on the hood of the outfit, which Techno would never admit looked adorable on her out loud.

        He most certainly didn’t put it on her even if they weren’t going out that day, why would anyone think that?

        Phil most certainly did spoil her though when he would come over. He’d always have something new for the little girl, clothes, and toys. His father also often tried to discourage Techno from using some of his nicknames for his child when the older man was over, such as brat.

        (Y/N) yawned quietly and Techno chuckled, a small smile cracking on his face.

        “Tired early huh? Yeah, ok, I can use a nap.” He nodded as he went up to his bedroom.

        He sat on his bed, leaning back on the headboard as he racked his brain for their daily ritual.

        “I got a good one today.” He laughed quietly. “Let me tell you about the story of Theseus.”

        Every nap and bedtime, there was always a story for Techno to tell. Sometimes he’d tell her about his adventures around the world, about the places he conquered. There were other days when he’d tell her about myths he had memorized. It was when he’d talk the most to the little girl and he rather enjoyed these moments in his day.

        It was their special little thing and he wouldn’t ever want to miss them.

        Close to the end of the story, he stopped as he noticed (Y/N) was asleep. He nodded as he laid back, resting her carefully on his chest.

        A crib was one thing Techno had not invested his time in. He didn’t move in his sleep and it was rare for the little girl to move in hers. So, he slept with her on his chest, giving him and the voices a better piece of mind. No one knew where he was, but he was still paranoid. This was the safest place for her.

        “Sleep well little goddess,” Techno muttered, a hand on her back.

        Despite the trials, he didn’t mind being a father.

          Eret

        Eret put a small flower crown on the infant’s head that matched the one he was wearing, smiling as she giggled, before picking her up, continuing on their daily walk through the SMP.

        It was a lot of trial and error with the pair but Eret was a quick learner and adapted to the needs of his new child. He didn’t do as much as he once did with his friends, fewer prank wars with Fundy, and less involvement with Tommy’s antics, but he didn’t mind. He spent those hours with his little princess now; taking walks with her, playing with her along the way and in the castle, and making clothes that made her the adorable princess that she.

        Of course, he did still sometimes get involved.

        “Eret!” Tommy yelled on the walkie.

        Eret chuckled as he took it from his pocket. “It seems Tommy is having troubles again princess.” She gave a babble and Eret nodded. “You’re very right. Let’s see what he needs. Yes, Tommy?”

        “I need your help at my base ASAP!” Tommy demanded.

        “It’s nothing dangerous right?” He asked.

        “Of course not, now if you could hurry.”

        He shook his head chuckling. “Alright, I’m on my way.”

        Putting the walkie away, he hugged his little girl lightly as he changed direction.

        “Sorry princess, we need to go check on Tommy. I know you won’t mind though.”

        There were other times that had happened similarly and Eret would take (Y/N) with him to meet the younger boy. The younger boy’s energy would rub off on the infant and she would get excited as well, babbling and giggling constantly. As long as nothing dangerous was going on, Eret was glad to bring (Y/N) over as it always brought a smile to his face at how adorable she’d get.

        Walking onto Tommy's property, he saw the young boy waiting impatiently outside his dirt home.

        “There you are! You brought the brat?” He huffed.

        “Come now, Tommy. (Y/N) loves being around you, at least be kind to her.” Eret smiled, knowing the boy meant no ill will.

        “Right, now!” Tommy said dramatically as he opened the door to his base. “I need to make a plan!”

        Following him in, he saw Tubbo was also there looking over a paper with Tommy’s handwriting on it. Tubbo looked up as they came in and grinned seeing the little girl in Eret’s arms.

        “You brought (Y/N)!” Tubbo exclaimed excitedly as he came over. “Can I hold her?”

        Eret laughed as he nodded, helping the other boy hold her. Tubbo enjoyed seeing the little girl, loving to play with her and spend time with her. There were times when Eret would let Tubbo babysit his princess so he could do a few more dangerous tasks.

        “You got a little crown, you’re really a princess now.” Tubbo grinned as the girl babbled at him.

        “We’re not here for (Y/N), we’re here to plan!” Tommy protested now.

        Tommy didn’t mind the small child, he just got annoyed when the focus would come off him.

        Focus went back on Tommy but Eret left after a little while to give (Y/N) her lunch for the day. She had gotten energetic after seeing the two boys, babbling and giggling as Eret played with her on the walk back. As they got back to his castle, he saw a wrapped package and note at the main door. Picking it up, he saw it was Fundy’s handwriting.

        You stand no chance, it’s for (Y/N)

        He raised an eyebrow, opening the package then laughed.

        “It seems Fundy wishes to make you love him more than me.” Eret showed her the fox plushy, making her eyes sparkle as he gave it to her. “But I know that you’ll always love me, princess.” He booped her nose, (Y/N) looking at his sunglasses, babbling. “That’s right. I think this prank was an automatic failure. I love you princess.”

          Dream

        “Come on (Y/N), you just got to hold out your hands to me,” Sapnap told the infant in the crib at the community house.

        “No, she’s going to me,” George argued.

        The little girl looked between the two as they went between bickering and encouraging her to hold her hands out to them. Then she looked directly between them and held her arms out giggling.

        “What?” George looked behind them and yelped seeing Dream.

        “What are you idiots doing?” Dream laughed as he picked up his daughter.

        “We were trying to get (Y/N) to choose her favorite uncle, but then you ruined it.” Sapnap huffed, crossing his arms.

        “Well, I am her favorite person.” Dream bragged as he pulled his mask up while looking at the little girl. “Peek-a-boo.”

        The girl gave a little squeal of laughter and Dream chuckled rubbing his nose against hers.

        “She loves both of you idiots.” Dream told them, put his mask back on. “You’re her uncles.”

        “Yeah, but I got to prove Uncle Sapnap is the best.” Sapnap pointed to himself.

        “No! I’m better than you of course.”

        The two bickered and Dream shook his head at his friends before leaving the community house.

        “Your uncles are stupid.” Dream whispered to the little girl, tickling her stomach making her giggle. “Why don’t we go look at what the new people have built today, sound good sweetheart?”

        After Dream had taken in the little girl, his life had most certainly brightened more as their world around them grew. She was a constant ball of happiness that always made Dream and his friends smile. Of course, they had to power through learning how to take care of a baby, a lot of screaming coming from all parties the first night they had the child. But they were starting to get the hang of it.

        One thing Dream loved to do that always seemed to please the little girl was taking her around to see the new buildings that were slowly starting to appear as more people joined their land of the SMP. She seemed to like taking in the new sights so Dream took her whenever someone new came or a new build appeared.

        “I don’t know what I’m going to do with your uncles when you get older. They’re going to be falling over each other to get your attention.” Dream told her as he walked. “I think they think I’ll like whoever wins. You’re my special little girl after all. But what they don’t know, is I don’t care as long as you’re happy.”

        It was very true that Dream’s two best friends were always falling each other to get the attention of the infant already. They got her many things to win her over, having similar competitions when Dream wasn’t looking. Right now, the score was even.

        To try and balance the two-out, Dream would alternate on who he took out for dangerous adventures and who would stay with his little girl. He couldn’t send the both of them on their own, unfortunately, least one of them “trips” into a lava pool.

        Dream stopped on the edge of the new property, (Y/N) looking at the colorful flowers decorating it.

        He was a bit hesitant to show her off to others as he wasn’t the most trusting but if they were going to be part of his land, he would introduce her out principle. He did say she was going to be the princess of his land.

        “No new faces today doesn’t seem Tommy is around.” Dream said to her. “We’ll see him later I’m sure. How about we go visit Punz for a bit?”

        He walked away from the property. There were so many people on his land now, he was sure it would become a bright place where his little princess could always be happy.

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For the fandom ask meme thing can I request the whole damn alphabet or is that not very cash money of me? I’m nosy lmao I wanna know all of them!

AHDKAJSDKJAHSKDA JACK YOU’RE THE BEST

A - Your current OTP(s)/OT3(s)/OTX(s)

I’ve had my current OTP for like almost 8 years and it’s, obviously, Thoschei (Doctor/Master). My other current obsession is the Gallifrey OT4 hehehe

B - A pairing you initially didn’t consider but someone changed your mind

It’s funny because I didn’t ship Hannigram at first... I’d thought the idea of a cannibal having a relationship was terrifying because what if they had sex and Hannibal got hungry in the middle of the act? Lmaoooo 

But yeah they’re my endgame now. I watched the show when it first aired and I was about 14/15 years old so now you see why I thought that. Although I’m still afraid I’m gonna be reading a fic and Hannibal will suddendly bite Will’s dick off or smth AKJHSAKJSAHSASKAJ

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will (be nice)

Uhhh Doctor/Clara. Mainly because I don’t like to ship the Doctor with companions (there may be one or two exceptions but I don’t ship them enough to actually say I ship them lol) and I don’t know I just never vibed with it

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t (again: be nice)

Doctor/River. I mean, I did like it for a while years ago but now it’s just... eh. I think she has a waaay better chemistry with the 12th Doctor, but still don’t ship it. I might give it a try once I listen to the River audios but so far meh. I’m not much of a multishipper anyway.

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom, if so, what

God. I’ve written a couple of Academy Era (focused on the Deca) crack fanfics and I still have to translate them to English. They’re pure garbage but I love them. I have a lot of fun writing crack fics because they’re easier and I can ignore whatever piece of canon I want just for the laughs

F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom

Guess it’s Doctor Who, been here (in and out of the fandom) for over 8/9 years

G - Do you remember your first OTP, if so who was in it

Uhhhh I think it was Han Solo and Leia, since I was a kid really. I wanted to marry both of them lol

H - What is your favorite source text for fandom stuff (e.g., tv shows, movies, books, anime, Western animation, etc.)

I had to google what a source text is and still don’t know

I - Has tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why

I don’t think so, but Twitter definitively has. I remember a couple years ago I was curious to see what voltron was about and watched a few episodes, it was ok, fun and cute but the fandom was so annoying I stopped watching it for good and don’t care about it enough to pick it up again

J - Name a fandom you didn’t care/think about until you saw it all over tumblr

I had definitively forgotten about supernatural until I saw it all over my dashboard in the year of our lord 2020 lmao like in my wholock days I tried to watch the show because everyone on my dash (is it still called dashboard?) was talking about it and I watched about 8 episodes before dropping it. But seeing it again on the dash was actually a happy surprise because the memes are too funny hahaha

K -Say something nice about someone in any of your fandoms

I’m extremely shy irl and on the internet as well but I wanna say that  @janeturenne is one of the best authors ever and her fanfics are a blessing in my life; also @thebraxiatelcollection who brings awesome content to my dash and is also one of the best authors. And of course, you, Jack, also one of the best authors god I’m so BLESSED

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves (chars you’re neutral on are fair game, as are chars you dislike)

Uhhh I guess I’m neutral about the current companions. They’re not my favorites but I don’t really dislike them - they had a lot of potential and chibs came up with some good storylines but did not develop them well in my opinion. I think Graham is a fun grandpa whom I’m going to miss when he leaves; Ryan is cool and could’ve done a lot more if the writers had kept a few things, it’d be awesome if he vlogged all of their adventures. He’s like the one I was curious to see more but sadly didn’t feel a connection; and Yaz, I hope she’ll keep growing and that her friendship with the Doctor will finally be developed to a level we can connect to her.

It sounds weird because with the fam it’s always ‘what I wish could have been’ because I never felt really connected to them :(

M - Say something genuinely nice about a ship that you don’t ship (or its shippers, or anything related to you)

Ok... I don’t really ship Rey/Finn but I think it’s one of the sweetest ships ever, and if they ended up together I’d be happy. They love each other and are there for each other always so, yeah :D

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice)

I don’t know if I got the question right but it’s three things I wish I saw more in my main fandom? Well, if it’s that, then, 3 things about the Doctor Who fandom: 1) people having more civilized or light-hearted discussions about things. Like, I genuinely disliked an 8th doctor audio I listened once that my friends loved, and they made fun of me and we joked about it. Also once we were in a live twitch video playing among us and discussing doctor who, and then we got into a ship “discourse” as a joke and nobody really cared and just laughed because everyone knew it’s fictional shit so why get mad over it? 2) Doctor Who has a titanic amount of content, it’s all canon but at the same time it’s not, so who cares? If you want to listen to Big Finish audios and if you can afford it, then lisiten; if you can’t, it’s okay, no one has the right to tell you you’re less of a fan. Just tell them to fuck off; 3) The best way to keep fandom alive is by creating content. Here in my local fandom we have several podcasts dedicated to all areas of the whoniverse (the show, the expanded universe, the audios, etc), those old fandom websites who do serious work to bring news to the fans, people who make subtitles for the classic series (we don’t have it available here so they do their best to make it accessible to other fans), accounts dedicated to promoting dr who fans who create content, and we even have people making their own audiodramas with dw characters and writing book-lenght fanfiction to help explain the show to people who’ve never watched it, and a great variety of things. I’ve seen a few of these things in the international fandom, mostly by older fans, so I wish younger fans about my age who have the means to make this kind of stuff would make it too. Maybe there’d be less twitter drama out there lol

O - Choose a song at random, which ship or character does it remind you of

“the killing moon” by echo & the bunnymen reminds me of thoschei. yep it was totally random

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas)

The fact that we don’t have a pride and prejudice AU for brax/romana yet is driving me insane

Q - A ship you’ve abandoned and why

I’ve mentioned it before but doctor/river, don’t really remember why idk I just don’t vibe with it anymore. But also because thoschei has so many different pairings in 1 ship that I don’t really feel the need to ship them with anyone else lol

R - A pairing you ship that you don’t think anyone else ships

GOD I NEED TO TALK ABOUT IT BECAUSE IT’S SO SPECIFIC ok fellow academy era stans gather around if you have read Divided Loyalties there’s a scene where it SHOWS that Magnus had a crush on Ushas. And NO ONE HAS EVER TALKED ABOUT THEM and the power couple they would’ve made. I write them into all my fanfics in hopes of making other people ship them but I’ve had no success so far

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

The Master is a big fan of musicals and in the 77 years he spent on earth he watched every single one ever. I’m gonna be bold and say that when he was young, still Koschei, he was an artist, and thought about dropping everything to become an actor on Gallifrey. Time Lords do appreciate art, and have their own plays, but it’s just the same old and boring ones the young people don’t care about. The Master then created a shocking performance that was way ahead of its time and the older Time Lords were so appalled they banned him from writing and presenting plays and that’s his villain origin story

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending, about anything at all (gender identity, sexual or romantic orientation, extended family, sexual preferences like top/bottom/switch, relationship with poetry, seriously anything)

1) The Doctor and the Master married on Gallifrey and the entire show is just them having the most litigious divorce in the universe (still isn’t final because the Master has killed all the judges); 2) Ushas/The Rani is ace; 3) The Deca was a 10 people polyamorous relationship; 4) Romana and Livia were girlfriends at the Academy and they hate each other now because the break up was baad; 5) Romana writes fanfiction; 6) Romana/Leela had a thing in Davidia I KNOW it; 7) Leela pegs Narvin; 8) Brax has a life-size painting of Romana at his collection or a statue or smth; 9) Brax’s dream in Reborn is actually REAL and he’s married to Romana, Leela and Narvin all at the same time

U - 5 favorite characters from 5 different fandoms

I don’t even think I’m in 5 fandoms but

Doctor Who: The Master, The Doctor, Romana, Leela, Sarah Jane, Bill (this was the hardest thing ever)

The X-Files: Mulder, Scully, Monica, and can I add The Lone Gunmen too?

Star Wars: Leia, Obi-Wan, Finn, Poe Dameron and honorable mention to Din Djarin and Grogu

Hannibal: Hannibal, Will, Bev, Alana, Chiyoh

V - 3 OTPs from 3 different fandoms

That’s hard

Doctor Who: thoschei ofc, gallifrey ot4.......... uuhh as you can see i don’t ship many pairings in the show

The X-Files: Mulder and Scully. And whatever Scully and Monica had going on because they definitively flirted

Star Wars: Poe/Finn, Han/Leia, whatever Han/Lando had going on too

W - 5 favorite ships and 5 kinks you like best for said ships

WHATVASHAJSKAJSA ok this is a little embarassing but I don’t have a lot of kinks for many ships... I guess I have some for thoschei like, choking, whipping, blindfolds/gagging, bondage, begging, biting, sem-public, phone sex, dirty talk, body worship, praise kink, etc. Alright alright I know it’s a lot but in my defense they've shown half of these on the show

X - top 5-10 characters who are yoUR PRECIOUS BABIES AND YOU WILL DIE DEFENDING THEM

The Master, Romana, Leela, Brax, Narvin, Bill Potts, Martha Jones, Sarah Jane, Donna Noble, Lucie Miller. No particular order for most of them but the Master is my precious baby and I will die for this mf

Y - What are your secondhand fandoms (fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)

Not many, usually the people I follow are in the same fandoms as I am but I’ve seen some mutuals reblog some Hadestown stuff which is a play that I’ve never seen but definitively would because the protagonists look hot 

Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go (prompts optional but encouraged)

I DON’T KNOW WHAT DOES IT MEAN

it took me three hours to do this but it was fun!! thank you bb <3

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Persephone | John Wick x Reader (Fifteen) [Final]

Words: 3863

Warning: Usual JW-verse violence, minor swearing

A/N: Thank you all for reading this series. There will be an Epilogue posted after this. I started this series from a few ideas I had that I wanted to try and I never thought it would get as much attention as it had. It was a learning process, making a series this long, and I’m grateful for the people that stuck with it. It may not have been what you have expected at the beginning of the series, but I hope that the ending will be satisfying enough. Trust me, it wasn’t what I was expecting when I started to write this series, either. The Epilogue will help tie up some loose ends.

Previously: You and John are a few steps closer to leaving the Underworld, but it will never be easy. You try to convince the Elder that the rules need to be changed, that the current system bred greed that turned men into animals instead of separating them, and stopping Sokolov would be a start. But, there was one more test that you had to pass.

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Five years ago, John Wick had the chance to shoot you down, but he didn’t. You thought that it would be the last time you saw him. Both of you would have been out of the Underworld for good after that night. Yet, here you both were. Tasked to shoot each other to seal the deal. After the Sokolov situation is dealt with you can leave without any disturbance from the Underworld.

Would John shoot you? This may be his last chance in leaving for good. Despite all those quiet moments, those subtle and not so subtle intimate gestures, you were not official. Those three words were never uttered by either of you, two lonely people seeking affection while trying to stay alive.

You loaded your own gun as you stared down at John’s, not breaking eye contact with him. Right here and now, what was tying you down to the Underworld?

John breaks eye contact first, his brown eyes shifting towards the Elder for a split second before going back to you. He gives a subtle nod and places a finger on the trigger. You blinked, an intruding thought that he was setting you up flashed through your mind, but as long as you refuse to shoot John, you will be shot either way.

You swing your gun towards the Elder and shoot.

Two guns fired, the sound louder than you expected, but as you mind race to catch up with the situation, you realized that the Elder was fine. You weren’t. You dropped your gun and stumbled back, redness blooming on your shirt from a hole that ripped through the fabric and hitting your stomach. You had no time to look over at John as the pain began to fully register and overwhelm you, your body falling back with a thud.

Darkness enveloped you once again.

-

“Where are we going? Mom? Dad?”

You couldn’t see the features of the tall figures in front of you, dragging you away from the car and towards a large strange building. It looked scary to you. It seemed to you, that you were a lot younger in this vision than you actually were when the event happened. Everything felt bigger and scarier to you, but you couldn’t move.

“Mom? I don’t like this-” you found yourself saying.

“Shut up!” a woman’s voice snapped, making you freeze instantly, the waver in her voice barely noticeable. As the woman turned, a teardrop landed on your face. A hand yanked your arm and continued to drag you into the building. “This is to keep you safe.”

You were suddenly in a dance studio, one wall lined with stained windows, the other lined with spotless mirrors. There were older girls twirling around in leotards, their eyes glancing at you every now and again. Some in indifference, others in pity.

“I want to go home!” you shouted.

A figure in a black outfit approached you and leaned down to your eye level. “This is your home now,” they said.

When you blinked, the inkyness of your vision cleared, revealing the figure to be Ophelia, with her piercing blue eyes and brown hair, streaks of gray already showing. She gave a sickly sweet smile and tilted her head.

“The world is a dangerous place, my dear. One should be careful with who you deal with. If you be a good girl, maybe I’ll let you see your parents again.”

“You promise?”

Ophelia chuckled, her voice distorting into a deep and low rumbling sound. “I promise.”

You blinked, finding yourself on a large fishing boat, your vorpal blade in hand. You crept through the vessel, identifying your targets and eliminating as quickly and quietly as possible. Once the last target was killed, you turned and saw Caius who held a Marker. He pricked his thumb and pressed it on one side of the Marker and handed it to you.

“Now I owe you,” he said.

You were planning on using it to get out of the theater. In the end, he did repay the debt. At least one of them kept their word.

You blinked again, your feet buried in warm sand, the salty air filling your nostrils as the ocean water tumbled in.

“(Y/n),” a voice called out to you, your heart leaping when you recognized who it was.

“John? What is this? This isn’t a memory,” you said, pulling your feet out of the sand and walked towards him.

John was wearing a plain white T-shirt and khaki shorts, the most casual you had ever seen him. He smiled as you approached him, large hands raising up to cup your face. You leaned into his touch and hummed.

He sighed, his thumb stroking your cheeks. “You are still naive,” he said.

The smile dropped from your face, feeling as if the cold ocean water had hit you. The coldness was replaced by a searing hot pain in your stomach. Blood stained your hands as you try to staunch it. You looked up at John who was now wearing a black suit, coldness in his eyes, and a smoking gun in his hand. That wasn’t John. That was the Boogeyman.

“You are no longer of use to me,” he said monotonously before raising his gun.

There was a flash a light, but there was no sound. You felt the air rushed out of your lungs, your body falling back in slow motion.

-

You woke up with a gasp, sucking in as much air as you can, tears staining your face as your body racked in pain. The bed dipped and you felt a warm body hold you close, the familiar scent of roses enveloping you.

“Sh, it’s okay,” Rozaliya said softly, “let it all out.”

You wrapped your arms around Rozaliya and cried. It was the hardest cry you had ever done since your first night training under the Instructor. You weren’t even able to cry as much when you found out your parents had died. It was only rage at that point.

By the time you were done, your throat and mouth was sore, the energy already seeping out of you. Then you remembered you were shot. Your hands went to your stomach where it was carefully bandaged.

“They brought you two here,” Rozaliya explained, “I’ll let you read the note once you rest up. There’s painkillers on the bedside table if you need it, but we had a doctor give some anaesthetic.”

“Two?”

“Hm? Oh, John’s here, too. He had more injuries than you did. Nothing too serious, though.” She paused, trying to interpret your facial expressions. She thought you’d be relieved. You were frowning, trying to replay the events that transpired. “I can check if he’s up if you want.”

You shake your head. “How long was I out?”

“Not too long. A whole day? Rest up, okay?”

You nodded, lying back down and sighed. Rozaliya gave you a sympathetic smile before leaving the room. Once she was gone, you sat back up, taking the two painkillers and washing them down with water. You needed to read that note.

The painkillers had yet to kick in as you swung your legs over the edge of the bed before heaving yourself up, one hand still clutching at your stomach as you stumbled around for your clothes. Once you were dressed, you looked around the room for the note and realized that Rozaliya must have held onto it until you were done resting.

There was a soft knock on the door and you paused, wondering if you should answer it or pretend that you were asleep.

“I heard you moving around,” John said.

You shuffled over to the door and cracked it open. John had his button shirt open, revealing cuts and bruises and a blood stained bandage around his stomach. He held out a piece of paper for you to take, folded neatly with a wax seal on it.

“Can I come in?”

You nodded, opening the door wider and took the paper from him. He closed the door behind him and looked around the room that you had been using while you were with the Romanovas. You sat down on the bed and patted the space next to you.

“I had given Jonathan Wick one last chance of living, and he had thrown it away. I had also given you, (Y/n) (Y/l/n), specific instructions to shoot him if he ever disobeys again, and you decided to turn your gun on me instead. These offenses would have had you killed on the spot with your bodies either buried in the desert, to be lost forever in the endless sand, or be used as an example to never challenge the High Table again.

“But, I have predicted as much. It was a test, you see. To see much you two have changed. I knew of your history as well as Jonathan’s, and when I heard that the two of you were back for revenge, I could feel the storm brewing towards the desert that I reside in.

“You were right, the system does need to change. To see two of the most skilled, stubborn, determined, focused, and strong-willed assassins change is proof that it could be done. You know as well as I do, that this world needs rules. But, allowing power to rule our minds makes us no different than the animals that ravage their way to the top.

“I am giving you and Jonathan one final chance. Complete this task, and the two of you will be able to live. I want you two to kill Gavriil Sokolov and his people, whoever he is associated with. Do that, and you and Jonathan will be able to walk away from all of this on the promise that you will live a peaceful life away from the Underworld and anything associated with it. But, you will answer our call when you are needed. This is the trade off I can give you as an alternative to living and serving under the Table forever. I will give you twenty-four hours. The count starts once you contact my representative.”

You lowered the letter and fell back on the bed with a slight bounce. John remained sitting, his broad back facing you. He gently took the letter from your hand and read it over again, making sure he understood it correctly. It would be his luck that they require his services when he’s the most content in his new life, if he’s ever granted it.

“There was this strange thought that ran through me head…,” you began, “that you’d shoot me.”

John folded the letter up and turned his head to look down at you. “I thought you’d shoot me,” he said.

“I would never do that,” you said quickly.

He looked away and it made you recall the day you were training with him, when he asked you if you were trained to kill him. You asked him if he believed you would. ‘Only if you had to,’ he said. You purse your lips and tugged at his arm, telling him to lie down with you. He relented, settling down with a tired sigh.

“We’re expected to kill people with holes in our stomachs,” he muttered, turning to face you.

You huffed out a laugh and winced at the dull pain. “Don’t make me laugh,” you groaned, but you found yourself smiling.

You looked back at him and saw something in his eyes that made your heart swell, but your mind telling you that it was too good to be true. There was a gentleness, warmth, trust, and maybe… Something that you hadn’t addressed before. From what you went through, you didn’t know what that four letter word actually was. Perhaps it was what you felt for the Romanovas, who took you in as part of their family, or even Cerberus, whose presence would scare all the demons in your mind away.

You opened your mouth, but you couldn’t bring yourself to ask him. To tell him that you think you might actually be… you might actually be in love with him. That itself made you feel a thrill run through you. But it also made you feel scared. It felt like gambling in a game you didn’t know the rules of, just learning as you go.

Rozaliya had been looking for John and found the two of you sleeping next to each other. John’s body was shielding you from the door, while you were wrapped up in his arms, snuggling closer. Rozaliya waved her mother over and smirked. Nastya tutted and shared a knowing look with her before closing the door quietly.

-

“Why is there so much pockets?” John grunted as you pulled on your suit jacket over your custom made utility belt.

“Because pockets are great. Do you know how many women’s jeans don’t have actual pockets?” you said, stuffing the pockets with gadgets and grenades.

“A terrifying amount?”

“Exactly. Maybe I’ll make a small clothing store with clothes that actually have pockets, right next to my flower shop.”

John had a small smile of amusement on his face. “Two businesses? Need any help?”

You paused and turned to him. “Thought you’d want to do your own thing,” you said with a shrug, going back to adjusting your hidden blade.

Actually, you didn’t have much trouble picturing him hanging around the store, being tall enough to reach the top shelves, meticulously organizing inventory, and watching for any thieves sneaking anything in their bag. Maybe a few customers would hit on him now and again. Cerberus could be a guard dog, with a custom designed vest and everything. That image almost made you smile, but you schooled your face before facing him.

“The only other thing I’ve learned that I’m good at outside of killing was book binding,” he admitted.

“I’m sure you’re good at other things,” you said without thinking. John raised an eyebrow and smirked. Your face heated as you tried to backtrack. “I mean, I’m sure when we have the time we could… you could find other… hobbies. Um… not that book binding seems bad or boring, it actually sounds cool, but I meant… that… um, I’m going to call Caius and see if he has everything ready on his end.”

With that, you left the room swiftly, passing a sneaking Rozaliya on the way out. You gave her an accusing look for eavesdropping, but she brushed it off with a smile, gesturing for you to go ahead and make that phone call. You sighed and left while Rozaliya slipped into the room.

John glanced up as he put on his tie, looking at her questioningly. She smiled and helped him tie it.

“She hasn’t had a proper relationship,” Rozaliya said softly. John remained silent, so she continued, tightening the tie too tight, making him grunt. “And if you ever hurt her, I will kill you.”

“I think she’d do it herself,” he said gruffly, loosening the tie.

Rozaliya raised an eyebrow. “You and I both know she won’t.”

“Why?”

She scoffed, stepping back and placed her hands on her hips. “Don’t act so daft, Mr. Wick. It’s unbecoming of you. The same reason why you’re here instead of out there murdering every single person that wronged you by yourself. The same reason why you let her name your dog and follow her around like a large puppy, listening to her intently, and holding hands. The same reason why you refused to shoot her when given a chance of freedom. Just… take care of her and yourself, John Wick, okay?”

John nodded. “I will.”

She studied him for a moment, then said, “Don’t think you’re undeserving of happiness.”

Rozaliya grabbed his hand and slipped a small object in his hand and walked away, leaving John alone with his thoughts. He looked down at the object and saw that it was his wedding ring that he had surrendered to the Elder all those months ago. If he could survive this, maybe he could actually earn the life that he wanted. Speaking to Helen, even if it was only in spirit brought closure to him, knowing that serving the rest of his days under the Table was something she wouldn’t want him to do just live and remember her. She would want him to move on, and deep down, he knew that she would approve of a quiet life with you and Cerberus.

He tucked his ring in his jacket pocket and headed out to the library where Yevgeni was waiting. He nodded at him and gestured to a long table with an array of weapons laid out before him.

“Help yourself to our collection, Mr. Wick,” Yevgeni said.

The sooner he gets this final task done, the sooner he can finally rest.

John approached the table and grabbed a pump-action shotgun. It was time to hunt.

-

It was divide and conquer. Three confirmed hangouts of Sokolov and his associates and you had less than twenty-four hours to finish the task after having contacted the Adjudicator. One of these hangouts housed Gavriil Sokolov and the Adjudicator would want to be there to give the sentence. It would be a bonus if the Bowery King was there as well. Any of their henchmen who do not repent, will be executed. If neither Sokolov or the Bowery King are found, then a bounty will be placed on them.

While planning, the Adjudicator made it clear that they did not want you and John at the same location, so you relented and had to split up with Caius taking over on the third location. It was a pretty straightforward operation. Storm the hangout, locate the targets, and report your findings. When the task is done, the Adjudicator said that a boat will be waiting at the docks with your things already packed and ready to take you away from the Underworld.

“See you on the other side of the war,” you said, as John mounted the motorcycle.

He nodded, looking down at the bike before pulling you close. You buried your nose in his hair and wrapped your arms tightly around him.

“See you on the other side of the war,” he muttered back.

This should be the last time you kill anyone. Until the Elder summons you, of course, but that’s something you’ll have to deal with later.

When the mission started, you knew you couldn’t slip back into your former assassin mode. Not like how John could switch on the Boogeyman. For you, the Persephone that everyone knew was gone. This persona that you used was someone in the middle. You had an actual goal, an attainable one, now.

You snuck on the roof of a nearby building across from the warehouse and scouted the area. There seemed to be more guards patrolling the area, the top floors sealed with metal bars. According to Aaron Kostas, Sokolov preferred to have the highest floor with as much guards surrounding him as possible.

You cracked your neck and sighed. You would need to confirm by sight to be sure before reporting it in. But first things first, you needed to get rid of the guards. Then, cover the exits, work your way through the warehouse, and confirm whether Sokolov was in the building or not.

After watching their patrol patterns, you managed to dispatch them one by one without alerting anyone. You then stuck small explosive devices under their vehicles and planted signal jammers before sneaking into the warehouse.

Everything was like clockwork. You use the vehicles to create a distraction, drawing more men out to investigate. Attack their senses and disarm them using smoke grenades and your special gas that causes their guns to explode when fired, then strike them down. The commotion urges them to move Sokolov to a safer place. There would be no vehicles left to use and they would be unable to call for backup.

It was pitiful to see Sokolov cowering in a corner of a small office room, a barricade of wooden crates and tables surrounding him as he crouched down with a handgun. To think that this type of man had caused all of this trouble just for control on the High Table.

There were still a handful of guards blocking your way to him. You recognized half as former Bowery Boys, the others a mixture of other factions, judging by their tattoos. You reach into your pocket and turned off the signal jammers, sending out a quick message to the Adjudicator before approaching the guards.

This was it. Take the guards out and let the Adjudicator deal with Sokolov. You braced yourself, your heart pounding hard in your chest like a war drum as they start to charge, your katana at the ready.

-

You limped out of the warehouse, feeling icky and sore throughout your body, the odd sense of weights hovering above your shoulders. The Adjudicator walked out with you, gloves in hand as their men cleaned out the warehouse. The problem has been dealt with, but it didn’t feel like it was completely over. Something was missing. Something that would pull the weights completely off.

And there it was. The sound of a motor driving closer, a familiar silhouette makes its way towards your worn out body.

John pulled up in front of you on a motorcycle, looking equally exhausted but still handsome as ever. You let out a long sigh, trudging over to him. His brown eyes scanned you over, a mixture of concern and relief on his face. Concern for the injuries, several cuts, a few forming bruises, and another bullet wound, but relief that you were alive.

“Gavriil Sokolov had been dealt with and his network will be pulled apart, but the Bowery King has escaped once again. And, Mr. Wick, Miss (Y/l/n), I believe you’ve kept your part of the deal,” The Adjudicator said while their car pulled up, “But do not forget, when we call on you, you will answer.”

“Of course,” you said. John gave a firm nod, which the Adjudicator returned.

“Very well. Mr. Wick, Miss (Y/l/n),” they pull out a piece of paper from their pocket and handed it to you, “this is the docks where your boat will be waiting to take you. This is goodbye for now and I sincerely hope that we never reach a time where we need your services.”

With that, they climbed into their car and drove away, leaving you and John in front of the warehouse. You limped forward and touched his cheek, feeling the texture of his beard, making sure that he was real.

He smiled and said, “Let’s go home.”

You nodded, a smile making its way on your lips. “Yeah, let’s go home.”

You climbed onto the bike and wrapped your arms tightly around his middle, ignoring the ache in your muscles and being careful of his bullet wound. You breathed in his scent and relished the wind brushing through your hair as the two of you finally left the Underworld together, never once looking back.

-

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Crazy In Love

pairings: stiles x reader; lydia x reader.

warnings: fingering, masturbation (female and male receiving), oral sex (female and male receiving), sex, cursing, slightly daddy kink and mostly NSFW +18. if you’re under eighteen, don’t tell your parents.

a/n: well, this was a first, so I truly hope y'all enjoy it!

word count: 5,2k+

Notebooks, pens, books and bags were all scattered across my room’s big desk as my best friend, Lydia Martin, tried to explain to me a math exercise I had no idea how I should solve. She had her long strawberry blonde hair up in a messy bun, her green eyes sparkling with excitement whilst babbling how I should divide the square x to turn into something I didn’t quite know. To be honest, I was a bit lost; not because she was a bad teacher, but due to my mind constantly going straight to my very handsome boyfriend, Stiles Stilinski.

We had been together for almost six months now and I was incredibly happy to be with him. He was adorably caring, understanding, a perfect gentleman! Stiles fulfilled every single detail I could ever dream in a partner. Without sounding like a complete dork, he was truly my soulmate, which might misguide you to think we don’t have problems; it isn’t true. There was one very embarrassing thing that was bothering me a lot lately: sex. More specifically, the lack of it.

At first, it was all perfect; I mean, damn, Stilinski! He has a way with those pretty lips of his that gets my legs all wobbly and, man, don’t even get me started on the rest. We had an undeniable chemistry, yet, in the last month, he apparently lost the interest in me. Also, it wasn’t like I hadn’t tried to get the brown haired man to notice I wanted to go further than our heated make out sessions… Nevertheless, Stiles seemed to have developed an immunity to my seduction tactics. Or, maybe, I just wasn’t good at turning him on as I thought I was. Yes, that was probably it.

An annoyed sigh left my lips as I dropped my pen on the desk, leaning back against the cushioned chair. Lydia, due to my sudden actions, quickly stopped talking to glare at me confused, her arms tightly crossed against her chest.

“What is wrong with you?” She quizzed, one of her small hands touching my knee. “You have been acting weird all day long…”

“Uh, it’s nothing.” I shook my head effusively, knowing perfectly already that she wouldn’t buy my answer.

“Come on, we’re friends. Tell me!”

“No, Lyds. It's… It’s embarrassing.” Biting my bottom lip, I lowered my gaze to the floor, feeling a flush spread across my cheeks. “Let’s just go back to math.”

“Is it between you and Stiles?” The blonde cocked one of her eyebrows, curiosity infused on her traits. “It is, isn’t it?”

“If I say it is, will you quit it?”

“We both know I won’t. Just spill the beans, please!”

“Fine. It’s not really a big deal, well, sort of, but I, I think Stiles doesn’t find me attractive any more.”

Lydia stared at me seriously for a split second before breaking down into a cheerful laughter, her digits sliding up my thigh, which, by the way, was making me a little bit nervous. Moving uncomfortably on my seat, I frowned; there was nothing funny on what said, why the hell was she like that?

“Why are you laughing?”

“Because you’re silly!” The girl rolled her eyes, smiling gently at me afterwards. “Of course he finds attractive. You’re his girlfriend and, believe me, there’s no way he wouldn’t think you’re hot.”

“Really?”

“Trust me, you’re gorgeous and he’s probably just worried with the things that’s going on.”

“You think so?”

The girl nodded, giving me a playful wink, then returning to her books. I licked my suddenly dry lips; she was right. I just didn’t know how to crack my partner back to me. That was it. Maybe… Oh! A wide smile grew in my lips whilst I moved forward to poke Lydia on the shoulder.

If there was anyone who could help me getting into someone’s pants, that someone was Lydia Martin. She was simply skilful on getting what she wanted, no matter how hard it was: plus, let’s be honest, that beautiful woman was a lot more experienced than I was. No doubt in that, actually.

“Can you help me?”

“Help you with what, darling?”

“You know… Seducing him. Maybe my kiss is boring or I’m a bad kisser, I don’t know. He tolerated at first but now he doesn’t want it any more.”

“Well, I don’t you think you are a bad kisser, but if you are so desperate, show me.”

“Show you? Do you mean, like, kissing you?” My eyes were wide to her proposal, my mouth slightly parted in shock. Was my best friend indeed asking for me to kiss her? “Are you serious?”

“Yes. It’s not a big deal, Y/N, plus, it’s not like I haven’t kissed girls before.”

“B-But-”

The strawberry blonde woman did not let me finish, instead, she pressed her soft pink lips on mine, her lip gloss smudging both of our faces. I was completely astounded to even react, but, hell, although it was wrong, because, technically, I was cheating on my boyfriend, it felt incredibly good; her hands cupped my cheeks as Lydia licked my bottom lip, the girl’s warm tongue pushing inside my mouth with ease. I felt like my whole form was being lit on fire.

In the end, I surrendered to her overwhelming touch, replying her fond action with an unknown hunger. To be honest, my whole head was fuzzy due to the growing desire within me. The woman’s hair fell from the bun, framing beautifully her flawless face, when I stuck my digits on her hair, pulling it lightly. She, after air became necessary, broke the contact, descending to suck on my neck, moaning lowly against my skin; this was such a huge rush, I had no strength to deny it. My entire body was pulsating, excited.

Her hands found the hem of my shirt, stealthily sneaking inside, making me shudder. I couldn’t believe what I was doing. Of course the thought had ran across my mind once, maybe twice, but, until now, I never thought I’d feel this tingly for a girl, let alone my best friend.

“L-Lyds-” I managed to blurt out, a little before her hands found the hook of my bra. “What are we doing?”

“I’m proving you’re a good kisser.” Lydia whispered, unclasping the hook and freeing my breasts. “And a few other things too.”

“Don’t you think this is wrong?”

“No, no at all.” Her palms were now cupping my breasts, her fingers pinching at my hardened nipples. “Consider this as a teaching class.”

“How is you touching me like that, oh fuck, teaching me how to seduce Stiles?”

“I never said this had that purpose.”

At leisure, Lydia got rid of my tank top, allowing my breasts to bounce free in front of her. Fuck, the second she pierced her burning green eyes on me, I felt like the hottest thing in the world. And from that point on, I knew I would let her do anything she wanted to me. No matter what the consequences would be.

She kissed my stomach, exploring every inch she could until her lips wrapped around my right peak, her smoothness getting me all worked up. My nails scratched the back of her neck, which caused her to wince at the minor pain, but, either way, it didn’t stop her tongue from swirling around the sensitive spot. I could already feel my hips moving, seeking friction.

Upon noticing how uncomfortable I was, Lydia pulled away with pop, earning thwarted whine from me; the woman solely smirked to the sound I made, quickly starting to unbutton the denim shorts I had on. Whilst rolling them to pool by my ankles, I felt the butterflies gathering at the pit of my stomach, all pretty ready to riot due to what was happening.

“P-Please, Lydia.” I stammered, buckling forwards, trying to get her face where I needed her. “I-I need it.”

“Didn’t you say it was wrong?” Lydia quizzed, her fingers playing with the waistband of my laced underwear; I simply bit my lip, sliding forward on the chair to get closer to the knelt figure of my friend. “Poor baby, you want me to take care of you so badly, don’t you?”

“I do.” The whisper was barely audible, yet, it imbued Martin to brush her digits on my already wet entrance. “Fuck…”

Being extra delicate on her movements, the gorgeous woman pushed my knickers to one side, finally freeing my wet core. Upon seeing me so vulnerable, a delighted hum fell from her lips; then, amazing me with how smooth she was, the girl slided one of her fingers inside my throbbing pussy, her thumb circling slowly around my swollen nub. The pleasure made me throw my head back, moaning her name a couple of times.

My first thought was that she handled me, uh, a bit different than Stiles; normally he would be a little more straight to the business, not much teasing. Nonetheless, they were both pretty good at going down on someone. Matter fact, my entire form reacted to my imagination picturing them both working their way on me.

Her digits faced no problem to slip in and out of me and they were going at such a fast pace my mind went blank a few times. However, nothing had prepared me to see her gluing her perfectly shaped lips on my clit, slurping at it like it was the most delicious sweet in the shop.

“Shit, Lyds. That’s so good, don’t stop…”

I gripped at each side of the chair I was sitting, my jaw clenched as I tried to suppress the sighs that insisted on escaping, but it was useless. The more she mercilessly used her tongue against me, more the coil on my lower stomach got closer and closer to bursting.

Right when I was about to lose myself in an incredible orgasm, my room’s door was unexpectedly swung open, revealing the pale frame of my handsome boyfriend, his cheeks flushing once he realised what was happening. I tensed up, closing my legs on my friend’s face, not knowing exactly what I should do now.

“Shit, sorry.” He slammed the door shut, only to open it again a few seconds later. “Actually, I’m not sorry. You’re my girlfriend. What the hell is going on here?”

Lydia was still on her knees when she span to look at Stiles, who, by the way, had an adorable angry face on. I swallowed thickly, kicked the pieces of clothing by my ankles, then stood up, a bit embarrassed that I had been caught fucking the girl I called friend. This was definitely not how things were supposed to go down.

“Baby…”

“You and… Lydia?” He muttered, his arms crossed over his chest, showing off his toned muscles. I cupped his cheeks, getting his honey coloured eyes to connect with mine. “Why?”

“Because she thinks you don’t want to fuck her, that’s why.” The strawberry blonde replied, pouting, as she went back to her feet, standing beside me. “I was just making sure my friend knows-”

“Lydia!”

Stiles directed me a confused glare, not getting why was the girl saying those stuff when I myself hadn’t brought it up on one of our late night conversations. Me and Stiles were proud to be the kind of couple that shared everything that went across our minds, knowing the other would be on board of changing to make things work. But this? I couldn’t tell him that. I felt ashamed and embarrassed.

The brown haired boy placed his large hands on my waistline, thumbs massaging my bare skin, pushing me into feeling jitters running throughout my body. It isn’t the right time to be turned on, Y/N, I heard my mind telling me. Either way, I couldn’t help it. This must be the wrongest day on my entire life.

“Why would you think that?”

“Y-You didn’t want to, you know, and I thought…”

“Listen, have you checked yourself in the mirror? You are the most beautiful woman I could ever wish for and, sometimes, I have to really control myself so I don’t fuck you in front of everyone.”

“Then why-”

“Because a lot was happening, I had so many things to worry… I didn’t want to make to love to you when I was not one hundred percent committed.”

“Oh, fuck, I love you.”

Without hesitation, I threw myself into his embrace, feeling his arms knot behind my small back, making our bodies mold into another another. His warmth was so nice I felt I could live within his hug, forever feeling his fingers lingering on my form. He said a muffled ‘I love you’ in my hair, his upturned nose poking my temple; suddenly, I felt so happy this awkward situation hadn’t turned into something more serious.

He pressed his lips into mine softly, eliciting a small smirk to spread fastly. However, our minutes in paradise were suddenly cut short due to an angry huff coming from my right, then I came to the realisation we weren’t completely alone.

“Would the couple like for me to leave them alone?”

“Actually…” Stiles said, a naughty smile growing wide on his face. “I have a better idea.”

“Is that so, lover boy?” She quizzed, her pink lips still forming a line on her face. “What is it?”

“Well, since my adorable girl here has been on a such dry spell, why don’t we give her what she truly deserves?”

“Excuse me?” I intervened, mouth gaped open in surprise to my boyfriend’s proposition. “You’re actually saying we should have a menàge?”

“I think it’s a good idea, Stiles.” The blonde grinned, moving to stand behind me, her hands gripping my hips.”She needs proper care. Lots and lots of orgasms to make it up for the time lost.”

“Uh, guys, this isn’t going to make things weird, right?”

“Stop thinking.” The pair stated bluntly, both shaking their heads.

“We’re here. Right now. Let’s enjoy it, okay?”

“Fine, but don’t hold this on me later, okay, Stiles?”

“Don’t worry.”

Lydia massaged the sides of my body, going at leisure to the bit that needed her the most. Once she finally quitted taunting me, her small hand attached itself to my clit, not thinking twice before drawing small figure eights on it. The mere touch made me heave, my head falling to the right side, allowing me to observe the handsome brown haired man standing next to me. His honey coloured eyes were hard, almost eating me alive.

I bit my bottom lip, a strangled moan escaping my throat.Stiles solely smiled, giving me a wink; that, by the way, made me gasp. Only that Stilinski could pull that off and still make girls crazy about him.

“Stiles… Come here, please.” My voice was barely audible, nonetheless, he came right way, his long fingers brushing my sensitive skin. “Uh, this is so good, Lyds.”

The woman dipped a finger into me, causing my form to tremble under her touch, my hands reaching for support on the desk so I could keep standing.

“Why did you call him, Y/N?” Lydia quizzed, her voice mellow and soft. Her stride painfully slow. “What do you want him to do you?”

“I-I want… Kiss me. Please.”

“By all means, sweetheart.”

Stiles nodded, agreeing, and removed me from the girl’s hands, which brought up a thwarted whine to fall from my mouth. Yet, I wasn’t given much time to assimilate the lack of fingers inside me, because my boyfriend quickly smashed his mouth on mine, kissing me with an unknown hunger, grip strong on my waist, probably leaving marks behind as they roamed throughout my frame. It was plainly rough, but so powerful that it actually caused me to twitch.

“I love the way you look when you’re all surrendered, you know?” He muttered, grabbing my ass and pecking my lips one more time; afterwards, he began scattering butterfly kisses on my face, his stubble burning against my skin. “So beautiful.”

“Okay, my turn!”

“Let’s not forget she’s my girlfriend.”

“No fighting, okay? Right now I belong to both of you.”

I cupped their cheeks, planting a small kiss on Stiles’ lips first, then one on Lydia’s. The pair let a goofy grin slip, bringing one to my face as well. And it was true, in this moment, I was theirs.

My boyfriend pulled away clumsily to get undressed, kicking his clothes to unknown places of my bedroom; whilst he was absent, the strawberry blonde took the time to latch onto one of nipples, sucking at it like there was no tomorrow. The squeaks that left my throat due to her constant actions were nearly shameful. God, she was good at this. I grabbed her neck, pulling her to kiss me, a wet, sloppy kiss.

“God, this is hot…” Stiles groaned, his hand slowly pumping his semi-hard length. “You two are so fucking beautiful together.”

I cupped her breasts through her thin shirt, her turgid peaks letting me know she was just turned on as I was. Our mouths met again, only this time I snatched her bottom lip with mine, biting it with ease. The girl hummed, in approval, and so did my boyfriend, causing my pussy to throb in response. I couldn’t help it, his groans were so bloody sexy that most of the time I actually conceived cumming to that alone. Those raspy, uncontrollable sounds simply drove me crazy.

“Come on, love.” I requested, the sight of his hand bobbing up and down making my mouth water. “Let me help you with that.”

The broad shouldered, mole speckled boy approached me and Lydia, his traits soaked in pure temptation and desire. My eyes fell to his fully hard dick, my hands itching to touch it, to give him pleasure; Stiles, upon seeing my gaze, took my hands into his, guiding it to touch his warm, pulsating member. My thighs quickly glued together, rubbing to find friction in order to dim the sudden fire between my legs.

I spat on my palm, then, with no hurries, I began to masturbate him, slowly massaging his cock to provide him the necessary satisfaction. The girl in front of me used her knee to spread my legs further, her agile digits briskly rubbing my pussy.

“Ly-Lyds, uh-” Lydia slammed three fingers into me, my slickness making it all easier. “Shit, babe.”

“Do you like how I fuck you, Y/N?”

“Yes. You fuck me so good, Lydia. J-Just keep going.”

Stiles’ lips searched for mine avidly, his hands roughly kneading my boobs; that, combined with the overwhelming action happening on my centre, made the knot on my lower half get tighter, my body growing more tensed by the second. Fuck, I could swear I was seconds away from exploding.

“Oh, please don’t stop, I’m gonna’…”

“Cum to Lydia, baby girl.” Stiles whispered on my ear, pushing my hand away from his cock to intertwine our fingers, to reassure I was feeling good. I moaned to the feeling of his calloused hand on mine. To her thumb circling my clit. To the three fingers pumping in and out of me. The whole thing was simply working to send me over the edge. “That’s it, honey, just let it all go.”

And I did. God, I did.

All it took for me break down was a few more thrusts and a good suck on my soft nub, then the orgasm hit me hard in pleasureful waves, continuously pumping throughout my veins lacking mercy. I felt my body grow numb as I screamed Lydia’s name, feeling the high contract and relax my muscles; my toes were curled, my back was arched while my head rested on my boyfriend’s shoulder. Fuck, I had missed this. So damn much.

The woman smiled at me, her perfect lips glistening whilst she withdrew her fingers, my walls still pulsating. I chuckled tiredly, allowing my form to accommodate on the warmness of Stiles’ embrace, feeling his needy mouth already attached to my neck. Of course I knew it wasn’t over, if anything, this was only the beginning.

“This was interesting.” Lydia stated, back on a standing position. “And you taste delicious, by the way.”

“Thank you, sweetheart. But, just one thing, you’re overdressed. Don’t think so, Stiles?”

He agreed with a hum, his attention entirely stuck on playing with my hardened nipples, his digits pinching it lightly. Wearing her best smirk, the strawberry blonde shrugged, not hesitating to get rid of her clothes, showing off her slim, but curvy, frame. After her denim shorts alongside her thin pink tank top were thrown in a small pile on the ground, Lydia came to me, locking our lips together again. During it, I slided carelessly my hands down her back, stopping at the curve of her ass to give a good squeeze.

Damn, she was smooth.

I pushed myself back, grinding against Stiles’ length that was hard against my ass. The brown haired man hoarsely chuckled, grasping my hip with one hand and slapping my butt cheek with another. I moaned instantaneously to his sudden action.

“Outch, daddy.”

“Don’t call me that.” Stiles grumbled, palm striking again, this time slapping my core. “You know what it does to me.”

“I was just joking, you know, no need to be bossy.”

“Come on, you two, drop the act and let’s get this to bed, shall we?”

“If you so, Miss Martin, I agree.”

The brown haired Stilinski collected me from the ground harshly, gripping the back of my thighs so I could wound them around his waist. Laughing, I linked my arms behind his neck whilst he walked us to my bed, dropping my body onto the soft mattress as soon as we were close enough.

I glanced at him, licking my bottom lip; Stiles mirrored my actions as he yanked my ankles to get my lower half on the end of the bed and spreaded my legs apart, his fingers teasingly touching my entrance.

“Oh, baby, Lydia got you so wet, didn’t she?”

“Yes.” My breathing was ragged and the strawberry blonde’s palms cupping my breasts didn’t help at all. Nor did my boyfriend’s tip poking my clit. “Both of you, actually.”

“Is that so, honey?” Martin asked on my ear, her voice sending shudders down my spine. “Tell me, then, are ready for another one?”

“Fuck, I don’t know, I’m still-”

In a sudden movement, Stiles inserted his tip inside me, his hands pinning my hips down so it would go further. I moaned out loud, gripping the close sheets, my nails digging it deep. I hadn’t seen that coming, but, god, it was good. The feeling of him inside me, even if it wasn’t entirely, was… Well, indescribable.

“Kiss him.” I requested, after seeing the beautiful girl on only her underwear rubbing herself. She should be pleased as well, everyone in the room should. “And you, darling, help her too. While you bury that pretty dick of yours inside me.”

“I love when you talk dirty to me, baby girl.” The pale boy massaged my hip bones with his thumbs, going deeper within me. “How does it feel?”

“Amazing.”

Lydia stood on her knees, moving towards to Stiles, who, in a blink of eye, pressed his lips onto hers, sharing a very sensual kiss. I whined, guiding my fingers to my throbbing clit, as I watched my boyfriend sneak his hand inside the blue laced panties the strawberry blonde had on. She exhaled loudly to his skilful touch, throwing her head back and grasping her covered breasts. Shit, this must have been the sexiest scene my eyes had ever seen.

The brown haired boy, so far, was going at a slow stride, his cock going in and out at such leisure, I had to buckle my hips forward, only do the friction increase. Stiles pulled away from my friend, removing the glistening fingers from her knickers, causing the girl to complain, and ceased his movements inside me, earning an annoyed huff. So typical of him…

“Why did you stop?”

“Because, in this position, I set rules.”

“Is that so, Stiles?”

“Yes.”

“Let’s switch them, I will gladly ride that dick of yours good and show how it’s done.”

A dull pain spread on my pussy when my boyfriend pulled out, crawling the bed to lie on its middle. I bit my bottom lip, watching him so vulnerable kind of made me hot. Then, an idea popped into my mind, driving me into sharing with Lydia a naughty smirk; I needn’t to say anything for the girl to comprehend what I was aiming for. Therefore, she followed my lead, we both moving to make eye contact with the prominent length in front of us.

I quickly devoured his tip, swirling my tongue around the swollen head, tasting the salty pre-cum slipping from it. The strawberry blonde went for his balls, applying there delicate kisses, probably like the ones she used on me, as she cupped them. Stiles soon turned into a groaning mess, his hands tight around the fistful he collected of my hair. I swallowed even further, his gland lodged on the back of my throat, which made me gag a couple of times. Either way, I started to press his cock between my lips, humming against it, while Lydia pumped what I couldn’t fit into my mouth.

In need for air, I pulled out, a string of saliva connecting me to his dick. I smiled at him, leaning forward again to lick his slit, noticing him twitch. Soon enough, his red end was back into my hot mouth, his sexy sounds filling the room.

“Fuck, if you keep going, I’m gonna…”

“Already, babe?” I questioned, both mine and Lydia’s palms still massaging his length. “Shoot, just because it was getting good.”

“You’re so mean.” My friend commented, a pretty smirk enlightening her traits. Stiles chuckled in the background. “But your hotness makes it worth it.”

She stole a sloppy kiss from me, clamping my bottom lip between hers and letting go slowly, erupting a rather loud gasp to fall from my lips. I withdrew my hands from my boyfriend to place them on her waist, getting her body closer to mine.

“Touch her, Y/N.” The brown haired man abruptly said. “You know she needs it.”

I gazed to Stiles, who had a lewd smirk plastered on his face, then back to her.

“I-I…”

“It’s not going to bite you.” Lydia reassured, her green eyes liquid when they met mine. “Just do it like you do it on yourself.”

My boyfriend sighed, standing behind me on his knees; afterwards, once he was settled, he guided my hand to the strawberry blonde’s warm core, using it to masturbate the girl. She quickly arched her back, moaning my name loudly, which contributed to make my hips wiggle; Stiles giggled, taking his sinful finger to work on my nub, teasingly pushing one inside me. As for me, I didn’t stop massaging Lydia for one second, hearing her whimpers of bliss as I dug further.

Pulling her panties to one side, I finally was able to contemplate that pretty pink pussy of hers, which, actually, was dripping wet from all the teasing. The sight made me lick my lips, my digits playing with her folds; She buckled her hips forward, eager to deepen the touch. And I… Well, the next steps were a bit challenging to me, for it would be my first time doing that.

However, the second I wrapped my mouth around her throbbing nub, I realised it wasn’t hard at all. To be honest, it felt like it was a skill that was inside of me all along and I just wasn’t aware of it. Plus, I seemed to be good at it, because Lydia was screaming like there was no tomorrow.

“You look so good eating me out, baby.”

“And you taste so good, Lyds.” Humming, I slided a finger up her entrance, my lips still over her nub. “Also, keep doing that, Stiles, you’re so amazing at it…”

“Actually, I’m going to make this even better.”

Stiles pushed inside me without hesitation, his hands strong on my waistline. Under the feeling of being filled by him, I squealed loudly, digging my nails deep into Lydia’s inner thighs. Fuck, this time he wasn’t nice, actually, he was pounding into me so hard I was almost unable to keep going on Lydia, nonetheless, I managed to keep my fingers moving, my yelling muffled on her crotch.

The only sounds that could be heard within the room were the clapping of mine and Stiles’ skins as banged my brains off, me squeaking every time he hit a sweet spot and Lydia’s moans due to me kitten licking her slick entrance, fucking her with my fingers still. We were a complete mess. A pleasureful mess.

I could feel the coil on my lower stomach tightening, announcing the second orgasm was really, really close to get me wrecked.

“Shit, Y/N, you’re going to make me cum!” Lydia babbled, her legs tensing around me, her walls starting to clench. “Oh, my God!”

Her entire body trembled as she came undone under my touch; I kept licking her until she was all clean, free from the lubricant liquid dripping from her entrance. In the meantime, she kept yelling my name over and over; gaining a spot on the sexiest sounds I had heard. Jesus, this woman was sexy.

Without having even time to process, Stiles sharpened his thrusts, going at such a fast pace I was sure I would be sore once the rush was over. Nevertheless, the adrenaline was so addictive, I just let myself go, cumming harshly a little bit after he spilled himself inside my pussy, letting a few throaty moans slip, which may have caused a couple extra twitches.

The brown haired boy proceeded moving, riding us both out of our highs. After we were back, the three of us cuddled up on my bed, each one of them lying on a side beside me. Their beautiful eyes and smiles directed at me, driving a small blush to cover my cheeks.

“What?”

“Well, how you’re feeling?”

“Like I could use a snack.”

We laughed tiredly, our whole bodies covered in a thin layer of sweat. Stiles stroke my upper arm, pressing a kiss onto my cheek, like he did every single time we made love. My beautiful strawberry blonde friend, on the other hand, pulled me into a kiss, one I allowed pretty quickly.

“God, girls making out are so hot.”

“Shut up, Stiles.” Me and her joked, causing another fit of laughter spread across the room.

Lying on my back, I stretched my arms, which made Stiles’ cum drip out of me, making a wet sensation spread throughout my core. The low whimper I expressed after noticing it did not go out unnoticed.

“Look, Lyds, I think somebody is ready to go again.” My boyfriend stated hoarsely. “That pussy is all filled with my cum, isn’t it?”

“Fuck yeah, it is, daddy.” A small smile curled my lips. “Things are better wet, I guess, why don’t go to my bathroom to keep the fun going? What do you think?”

“I’m on board.” Lydia agreed, sitting upright on my bed.

“Me too, baby girl.”

“So… Come on.”

And, as Stiles placed me on his shoulder, the three of us engulfed in a great happiness, I realised the rest of the day was definitely going to be, well, wonderful.

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Romance & Poetry

Smith, L. (1992). The Stinky Cheese Man and Other Fairly Stupid Tales. New York, NY: Penguin Books.

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Metropolitan Museum of Art & Bennett Hopkins, L. (2018) World Make Way: New Poems Inspired by Art from The Metropolitan Museum. China: Abrams Books.

World Make Way: New Poems Inspired by Art from The Metropolitan Museum by Metropolitan Museum of Art and Lee Bennett Hopkins

Art is beautiful on its own, but when poetry is attached to it, it develops another meaning. In the book World Make Way: New Poems Inspired by Art from The Metropolitan Museum, the reader is able to take a look at a beautiful piece of art, while having a poem next to it. Both things merged allow for a brand new form of artwork to be born.

Evaluation of Book 

The beautiful poetry along with the artwork that is provided in World Make Way: New Poems Inspired by Art from The Metropolitan Museum come together to provide the reader with a differing viewpoint. When I read the book, I took a look at the artwork first, prior to reading the poem to try and make meaning of the art. Afterwords, I went ahead and read the poem. When you look at both things together you are able to see a little bit of what drove the poet to create the poem that was written. An example is the first poem Paint Me which is inspired by a paint by Gustav Klimt. When you look at the painting, the young woman looks serious. She has an arm to her hip and a white dress with flowers. The poem is written as if the young lady is talking to the artist, telling him/her to hurry up and paint her, she’s got places to be! After reading the poem and seeing the artwork, I am able to see what drove the poet to write this poem, and the same can be told for the other poems.

Perhaps the one thing this book had that most of the other ones I read did not have, was texture. For most of the paintings, there was a description of what they were painted on in the bottom corner (oil on canvas, color on silk, watercolor on paper, and so forth). Many of the paintings that were displayed had evidence of the type of material they were on. The specific piece The Chess Players has very evident cracks and a solid brown border around it. On the bottom corner it says “tempera on wood.” Being able to see the texture of the artwork just makes it all that real that someone was on another end painting the object with the intention of it being seen. I also think this feature makes this book that much more special. Personally, I have never been to New York, and I do not know if I will ever get to see The Metropolitan Museum of Art. Seeing the paintings this close and being able to connect with them on another level with poetry makes it that much more special.

The way the poetry is written throughout the book demonstrates music in language. With most of the poetry in the book, you are able to hear how the words were meant to blend and how they were meant to sound in sync. The specific poem, This Is the Hour, you can hear the syllables blend together when you read them. The artwork becomes one with the poetry because the fact that the colors are so subdue made me personally read this in a very mellow tone. Had the colors been brighter or perhaps demonstrated another emotion, I would have read the poem in a different way.

Response 

Throughout reading World Make Way: New Poems Inspired by Art from The Metropolitan Museum of Art, there were a lot of emotions that both the artwork and the text evoked. Reading the book made me feel a connection to the specific time that the poem was written; a connection to that specific poet and what their frame of thinking was at the time. There are various time frames and cultures that are touched upon with the art, and while reading them, I found myself wanting to know more about the background of a painting. It is hard not to feel a connection with the artwork and the poetry especially since artwork can be interpreted in so many ways. While a poem might be right next to it, it does not mean that that specific representation is the only one that can be drawn from it.

One thing I noticed right off the bat for myself was how the color in the artwork represented emotion. In some of the pieces, there were strong colors or perhaps the view of cloudiness within the painting and that signified anger or some type of confusion. When I read the poem Walking to Temple I felt almost a contradictory feeling within, because there are bright reds which exhibit anger, however the contrast with the white and the gray skies make it a more mellow atmosphere. As a pair, the poem is very mellow and does not exhibit any type of anger in its emotion. With art, one piece can exhibit a different emotion for almost anyone. Perhaps someone else will see that specific piece and think a whole different emotion, perhaps sadness or confusion.

As a whole, I definitely enjoyed reading the poems and looking at the artwork that accompanied it. It made me realize that the some of the poems that are inspired by the artwork I am able to connect with, because I see the same representation within the artwork. However for those that I do not, that is okay because not everyone is going to see the same thing. The foreword that is provided in the beginning states:

“When you look at art, you may see and feel things differently than your friends or classmates. You might focus on a work as a whole, or you might zero in on a small detail that jumps out-- a patch of sky, a sailboat, even a swirl of color” (Bennett Hopkins, 2018).

I can definitely agree with this statement because I did feel at times that the poem I read was beautiful, but it did not match the art I was looking at. I think when looking at work like this, or presenting work like this to children, it is important to remind them how we much be accepting and respectful of people’s opinions that are different from our own. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion.

Conclusion 

As a result, reading World Make Way: New Poems Inspired by Art from The Metropolitan Museum of Art I was able to read wonderful pieces that were inspired by beautiful pieces of art. Although I might have interpreted certain pieces of art differently, I enjoyed reading all the poems. I would give this book four out of five stars.

Citation

Metropolitan Museum of Art & Bennett Hopkins, L. (2018) World Make Way: New Poems Inspired by Art from The Metropolitan Museum. China: Abrams Books.

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Smith, L. (1992). The Stinky Cheese Man and Other Fairly Stupid Tales. New York, NY: Penguin Books.

The Stinky Cheese Man and Other Fairly Stupid Tales

If you think you have heard all the fairy tales, think again! In The Stinky Cheese Man and Other Fairly Stupid Tales by Jon Scieszka, illustrated by Lane Smith, the reader takes a look at the classic fairy tales with a twist. Some of these stories will not have the “happily ever after” you are looking forward to.

Evaluation of Book

While reading The Stinky Cheese Man and Other Fairly Stupid Tales by Jon Scieszka, illustrated by Lane Smith, there are various themes that are touched on with the illustration, but none other is seen more than the illustrations capability to define and develop characters. Throughout the stories, the reader gets to meet several different characters within the story. However, unlike in their fairytale counterparts, here they much more intense expressions and feelings. Take for example the story of The Tortoise and the Hair. The expression that both characters have in the story is much different than what the reader has seen in their original fairytale. The “rabbit” looks frazzled and is trying to grow hair quickly, and the tortoise looks almost annoyed. Throughout the remainder of the fairytales, the expressions of the characters are well developed and the reader is able to pair the feelings that are being stated by the characters through text and through illustration.

Another trait that is seen with the illustration is depicting action. Throughout the story the reader is able to see what actions are being portrayed by the characters and how they pair to the story. An example of this is in the story of The Stinky Cheese Man when the cow is carrying the cheese man, but he drops him because he is so stinky. The cow’s mouth has fallen to the ground as he looks completely shocked by the smell that is coming from the cheese man. For this particular book, depicting action is important as most of the stories have an action that is occurring. In addition, some of the actions are depicted in the text itself. For the story Jack’s Bean Problem, the illustrations depict the giant squashing the text down, which has made the text look completely crushed. Action is being depicted in both the text and the illustrations together in the book.

Within the text itself, dialogue is something that is seen throughout. The entire book is narrated by the character from Jack’s Bean Problem, which is Jack! He is narrating the story throughout the book and introducing the stories. However, when it comes to telling the stories, some of the stories might be told by some of the characters themselves, and Jack comes in to give some of his commentary. An example of this is seen in the story Little Red Running Shorts. Jack is extremely excited about the story and he shares his excitement with the reader a little too much, spoiling the story itself. The main characters are so upset that they walk away from the story completely! The dialogue that is presented within the story is able to keep it lively and upbeat for the reader.

Response 

The Stinky Cheese Man and Other Fairly Stupid Tales was such a fun read that I almost forgot I was reading a type of fairy tales! This type of fairy tale that is presented has a twist that is able to keep the reader on the edge of their seat because they do not know what is coming since it is not the classic fairy tales that the reader is used to. Personally, I think this would be a great book to present in an audience of children after they have learned about fairy tales. I think many times, we have seen our own version of fairy tales whether it be Disney or other TV or movies. Having this unique twist on fairy tales makes them silly and is able to keep the reader engaged and wondering what other silly thing will happen next.

I think sometimes educators might be too focused on trying to teach what is required, versus something that might make a long lasting effect. I never remember reading this book as a child, because when we learned about fairy tales it was from a great big textbook and it was just to cover the fairy tale lesson. I will admit that the representation of fairy tales the Disney way made more of a lasting effect on me, simply because they were different and much more engaging. This specific book would have been something that would have made me remember fairy tales a lot more. This book is so different and although they are not the exact fairy tale, they are able to engage the reader in able to question “is that really how the story goes?” and so forth. This type of story might make more of a lasting effect as well.

Overall, I enjoyed reading this story. I think this specific story falls under the category of both entertainment and a work of art. The text itself is entertaining. For example, throughout the entire story, the little red hen is trying to insert her story in, asking where everyone is so they can help her make the bread! This along with other details makes the story extremely funny for the reader. In addition, the illustrations that are provided are definitely eye catching for the reader as they are different than most of the illustration the reader might be used to. For example, in Cinderella’s story, Cinderella is very tall and her dress is made up of pieces of different cloths and materials. This is different than most Cinderella versions that are out there.

Conclusion 

As a whole, I definitely enjoyed The Stinky Cheese Man and Other Fairly Stupid Tales by Jon Scieszka, illustrated by Lane Smith. The story itself is extremely engaging and enjoyable for the reader, and this would make a great read aloud book for children. In addition, this type of book is able to help children compare and contrast between the differences between the original fairy tales and the ones presented in this book. Overall, I would give this book five out of five stars.

Citation

Scieska, J. (1992). The Stinky Cheese Man and Other Fairly Stupid Tales. New York, NY: Penguin Books. 

Smith, L. (1992). The Stinky Cheese Man and Other Fairly Stupid Tales. New York, NY: Penguin Books. 

[floral-and-fine]

Billionaire Matchmaker pt. 2

Bucky x f!reader

y/n: reader’s name.

Summary: Tony gets involved in the reader’s love life again.

Warning: I don’t think there’s anything to mention, just some flirting.

A/n: So just part two of my fic Billionaire Matchmaker. (Which you can read here) I wasn’t planning on making a part two, but now that I have I may make a part three and four. Idk, I’d love to hear what people think. :) 

Special thanks to @sharknadoslut for the suggestion of making a second part.

  When Tony walked into the common room area at the Avengers compound he couldn't help, but notice how Bucky was so focused on his phone. He hated how Bucky ignored him. Even after hooking him up with a hottie like y/n, and things still get weird and quiet when it's just them.  "Who are ya talking to?" Tony asked while spying over Bucky' shoulder to read his text messages. "Ah... I see, our pretty little y/n... How's that been going by the way?" Tony raised his eyebrows suggestively. Bucky continued to ignore Tony's comments. "Come on!!! I want all the juicy details," Tony whined. Bucky wasn't budging, his eyes glued to the screen of his phone. Well this is going nowhere Tony thought to himself.  

Then he got an idea, a brilliant idea, like anybody could expect anything less. He is the mastermind of this whole situation and he wasn't about to let anyone forget. A grin a mile wide spread across his face. Bucky looked at him from the corner of his eye, trying to figure out why he was so happy all of a sudden. Tony shrugged his shoulders,  "Nevermind... you're a tough nut to crack Barnes," Tony said as he reluctantly started to head to the elevator. "But I've heard through the grapevine that y/n has a few...'concerns'... I guess that's the best way to put it." Tony casually pressed the up button, while he rocked back on heels as he waited. A sly smile played on his lips, thinking to himself 'Take the bait Barnes.' 

Bucky stared at the back of Tony's head, thinking, 'shit how the hell does anyone ever know when this guy is being serious.' Bucky groaned, he was too damn curious not to ask, and it was about y/n which meant that jumping through a few hoops for Stark's entertainment would be worth it (if what he says is true). "What concerns?" Bucky finally gave in. Tony had to bite his lip to fight his urge to gloat. Once he regained his composure he spoke, "I don't know if I should really say... But what the hell... Now keep in mind she had told this to Pepper, so I really had to work hard to get this info." 

Bucky just stared at Tony unamused. He really hated all these games Tony liked to play. Taking the hint from the look on Bucky's face Tony continued, "Alriiight, I'll get to the point... Y/n might have mentioned that the pace of your relationship is moving... Slowly." "Slow?" 

This took Bucky by surprised. He just figured he was being a gentleman. Anytime they were together, he would have never assumed that y/n wasn't happy with how things were going. But maybe he was coming off hesitant. While he loved being with y/n it still wasn't easy for him to relax. Not because of her, it was more of an internal matter. 

Bucky was determined to make this relationship go right. Y/n's the first person he's been able to get close to, and he was afraid to lose it. Tony watched Bucky's face who was deep in thought, he knew he had him, it was like catching fish in a barrel. 

"Think about it this way, you two went from hot and heavy at the party to not much action... Guess she's a little worried that you're losing interest." Tony went over to the bar and started to make a couple of drinks, handing one over to Bucky. "Can I give you my honest opinion Barnes? You and y/n are ready to take things to a much more serious level." Tony winked then finished his drink. "And I have a few ideas on how to help. Leave it all to me."

Later on that day, Bucky found a package in his room with a note that contained specific directions, a time, a place and was signed 'T'. Bucky opened the box revealing a suit, with a black dress shirt and tie. It was something a little too fancy for his taste. Bucky prayed that he wasn't going to regret letting Tony help. He could only wonder about why he needed to dress so formally.

******* While you were finishing up some  paperwork at your desk, someone waltzed into your office without knocking. That could only mean one person, Tony. He felt that he wasn't required to knock since he owned the building. 

"Mr.Stark." you greeted, without looking up. "Ms. L/n." "Can I help you with something?" "Nothing, just checking in... Wanted to see how your doing." Finally you looked up at him, he had a playful gleam in his eye. As you were about to question his motives, someone knocked on the door. "Aren't you gonna get that?" Tony asked gesturing at the door while glancing at some of the documents. You sighed, getting up and opening the door.  You were greeted by a delivery boy with a large bouquet of pink roses and lilies. "Ms. L/n?" the boy asked. "Oh... Um yes." "These are for you ma'am." "Thank you." you looked at the flowers, smiling to yourself. They were beautiful and smelled wonderful. Towards the center was a little envelope. Gently, you laid the flowers down so you could open the card. 

It was from Bucky. It didn't say much else other then a place and time. Which was odd considering the other times he gave you flowers, the card contained a sweet and romantic message. Not to mention how he always delivered them personally. 

"Oooh, plans for a romantic rendezvous, how cute." Tony said right by your ear, as he read the note over shoulder. You rolled your eyes. "Mr. Stark I would appreciate it if you would refrain from getting involved in my personal life." Tony scoffed and acted offended. "Must I remind you-" "Yes... Yes I know and I am grateful that you introduced me to Bucky." Tony smiled smugly at the comment, "You know, I've heard that Barnes is kinda worried about the two of you..." "And who did you hear this from?" you asked skeptically. "I heard it from Scott, who heard it from Sam, who happens to be chummy with Steve and your beau. So it seems like a likely scenario ... As far as gossip is concerned." You hated yourself for letting your curiosity getting the best of you. "What's Bucky worried about?" 

Tony started to mess with papers on your desk again. "Oh... You know things... Like that maybe you might be afraid of him considering his past and all." "That's ridiculous, I lo- care about him... A lot."

  You stood there analyzing every interaction you ever had with Bucky. You couldn't recall anything that could've led him to believe that.

"Anyways," Tony interrupted. "Barnes has quite the night planned for the two of you... What are you going to wear?"

Somehow Tony convinced you to let him buy you a new dress for the occasion. While it seemed like a nice offer, he was being real nitpicky about which one. You were trying on dress number 12 when you heard him talking to the saleswoman about whether they had anything that complimented your eyes better or something in lilac. You sighed looking at yourself, you didn't see anything wrong with this dress, but the same could be said for the last 11 of them. 

Five dresses later and Tony was convinced that the light blue mermaid dress with the lace details and back, was the best. As you stood in front of your mirror, you had to admit that with your makeup done and hair fixed just right, that the dress looked amazing on you. 

*****

The place listed on the note, happened to be a high-end restaurant inside a 5 star hotel. While you and Bucky have been on some great dates, the two of you haven't done anything quite this fancy. It was starting to make you feel nervous. 

When you entered the restaurant, you were immediately greeted by the host. "Are you with the Barnes party?" "Yes I am." "Right this way."   The entire restaurant was empty. There was a large crystal chandelier in the center of the room. All the tables had floral center pieces. In the corner of the room was a string quartet playing a soothing piece.

At a small table in the middle of it all was  Bucky. He looked so handsome, the suit he had on fit him like a glove, but he looked a little uncomfortable. You could tell from the intensity of his stare. You were beginning to have your suspicions about this date, and whether Bucky planned it all.

When he saw you come in, he got to his feet immediately, and pulled out your chair. You smiled at him and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "You look beautiful doll." he whispered into your ear. He pulled out your chair. "Thank you, Bucky."

  You gave him a once over, making it intentionally obvious that you were checking him out. You whistled, "Hello, nurse!*" Bucky chuckled. "You like it?" "What's not to like?... You could wear anything and look good." "Are you trying to butter me up? cause its working." 

This was more like it, flirty banter and simply enjoying each other's company. You noticed how Bucky relaxed, his shoulders weren't so rigid and he was smiling back at you from across the table. Bucky asked about your day. He always did even though your work was tedious and uneventful. You decided not to mention your surprise visit from Tony.

The waiter came by and served champagne. Then proceeded to tell the two of you about the menu for the evening. Most of what he said sounded like gibberish rather than food. 

The meal was delicious. Some of it looked too beautiful to even eat. Usually your dates were more low key, like little picnics in a secluded area with a beautiful view, movie nights at your apartment, or going to an old fashioned diner and sharing dessert. There's was just something about those dates that were more intimate. This date, at such an upscale place was fine, but it reminded you of something Tony would do. It was so flashy and over the top. And that's when it hit you, the flowers, the dress, this place, Bucky being uncomfortable, this was all Tony's doing, but why? Why would Bucky agree to let Tony set all this up? Unless Tony was playing with you both, getting the two of you nervous and worried about each other. For what reason you still couldn't figure it out. However, you couldn't put any of this past Tony.

  You figured it was time to test your hypothesis. 

"Thank you for the flowers by the way, they were a lovely surprise." For a second Bucky looked confused, but he recovered quickly "Glad you liked them." "Well if I can be honest, there was something about the card that took me by surprise." "Really?" Bucky tried not to sound to worried. "Yeah... That confession you wrote about how you truly feel about me, did you really mean it?" you tried to keep your face straight. Bucky face went white "I-I... Umm," he managed to stutter out. A small smile crept on your face as you watched his turmoil. 

Finally, Bucky caught on to what you were doing.  "You know, don't you?... That this was all Stark's idea." You nodded. "Can I ask why?" Bucky sighed, "He told me that you had some concerns about our relationship." "He didn't?... God damn it Tony! He told me that you were worried about us!" Bucky groaned, "I knew better than to trust him, but the moment he said it was about you... I just had to know." he shook his head in disbelief. You grinned, "I know what you mean, he did the same thing to me. I just love you so much that I couldn't resist." 

  Bucky's face faltered, he couldn't believe what you just said. You hadn't even noticed, instead you continued to ramble about how gullible you are. "You love me?" Bucky whispered. "What?" you asked, having not heard him. "You just said it.... That you love me." he spoke a bit louder.  Your whole face went red. "Huh?... Oh," you laughed nervously, "it just sort of slipped out." "Did you mean it?" You looked down at your dessert, using your spoon to play with the mousse. You glanced at him shyly, "Yeah I do, Buck."

Bucky had the most perfect smile on his face, it was a mix between a smirk and a grin. He stood up and offered you his hand. The two of danced near the table. You laid your head on his shoulder with your hands on his chest. Bucky had his hands on your waist. The two of you swayed back and forth. Bucky pressed a kiss to the side of your head. "I love you y/n."

The two of you stopped dancing. You stood on your tiptoes, while Bucky leaned his head down. The kiss started off chaste, Bucky pulled you closer to him. You bit his bottom lip giving it a little tug before sliding your tongue in his mouth. You could feel Bucky smile. 

Someone cleared their throat behind Bucky.

"Excuse the interruption, sir, but this is for you." The waiter handed Bucky an envelope. "What's this?" "Key cards to the Honeymoon suite, sir. I had specific orders to bring those to you after your meal." 

Bucky just sort of stared at the envelope, while you averted your eyes. "Stark isn't very subtle is he?" Bucky questioned, still examining the envelope. "He did managed to set us up and now got us to admit how we feel." You added.

"Well no point in wasting this opportunity, hmmm?" he looked at you with his eyebrow cocked. "Care to join me?" You took his hand, "Let's go see why they call it the Honeymoon suite."

  *I love the Animaniacs, so just a little reference to them. 

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Another Taste: 2019 Hyundai Veloster N

WILLOWS, California — The day went by like a movie montage: Laps at Thunderhill Raceway Park, drivers scaring the sewage out of themselves on the fast off-camber turns. Then we’re on the autocross, chasing down a pro driver’s low-39-second run, knowing the car will do the first S-bend flat-out—but not sure we can. And now here is a lonely back road; jump off the gas to hear the popping of the exhaust, then hammer through bumpy corners to see if see if anything can flap this suspension.

We long ago thought we were done with the following thought, but here it is yet again: “This is a Hyundai?!”

Specifically, it is the 2019 Veloster N, a car that should have hot-hatch pros Volkswagen, Honda, and Mini scared: after 30 years, Hyundai has finally cracked the code. It’s an old-school hot hatch taking advantage of new-school technology, and a car that reminds us that maybe the future isn’t entirely electric.

According to Hyundai, it’s only the beginning.

Savvy enthusiasts know the story behind the Veloster N: After decades of struggling with its driving dynamics, Hyundai-Kia hired BMW M alumni Albert Biermann, Thomas Shemera, and Fayez Rahman to work on it for the company. We’ve already seen the fruits of their labor via the Kia Stinger and Genesis G70, but the Veloster N and its European-market sibling, the Golf-shaped i30 N, are their first front-drive hot-hatch efforts. (For those who want to see the i30 N come stateside, rest assured that we’re getting the better end of the deal—the Veloster is lower and lighter, and should prove quicker.)

In the pre-Biermann days, Hyundai might have merely dropped in a Sonata engine and grafted on Optima brakes to create a quicker Veloster, but as you can imagine, under Biermann’s direction, things went way further. The engineers added additional welding and reinforcement to the body shell to increase torsional rigidity, stiffened the engine mounts to prevent powertrain movement from shifting the car’s weight balance, and massaged the aerodynamics to increase rear downforce as speed builds. They increased the front suspension’s roll center, and decreased it at the rear. They replaced the Veloster’s column-mounted power-steering motor with a rack-mounted unit, quickening the ratio in the effort, and they beefed up the six-speed manual transmission (a twin-clutch automatic is still a couple of years away). And they programmed a rev-matching mode that sets the RPMs when you downshift, eliminating the need to heel-and-toe.

And, of course, they doctored the electronics. Along with the standard Normal, Eco, and Sport modes, there’s an “N” mode, which sets every parameter (suspension, steering, throttle response, rev matching, sound enhancement, relaxed stability control) to the max, along with a custom “N” mode that lets you set each parameter to your liking.

Hyundai also developed two flavors of the car: The basic Veloster N develops 250 horsepower and rides on 18-inch wheels shod with Michelin Pilot Super Sport tires; the Performance Package increases horsepower to 275 (torque remains unchanged at 260 lb-ft, though the peak rev range stretches 700 rpm higher) and adds bigger brakes, 19-inch wheels, specially-developed Pirelli P-Zero tires, an electronic limited-slip differential, and a valve in the muffler that opens up the exhaust in N-mode. The results, as with any good performance car, are way better than the sum of the parts.

We began the morning with a Performance Package car on the roads just outside Thunderhill. You could happily spend the entire day enjoying the fusillade of pops from the exhaust during gearshifts, but duty called and a clear patch of road beckoned, so the Veloster N pushed onward: 100 MPH in fourth gear and no drama from the suspension.

The ride is hard as a rock when the suspension is in its stiffest setting, causing the car to bounce like a 10-year-old Honda Civic with chopped springs. Softer settings provide a ride that is surprisingly comfortable; in fact, perhaps few cars offer so much differentiation. Go ahead and setup N Custom with full noise activated, rev matching on, soft suspension, and lighter steering—with the big “N” button featured prominently on the steering wheel, right by the driver’s right thumb, it was easy to flick between the two, turning the super-stiff ride on and off at will.

We found several bumpy corners and hit them as fast as seemed prudent, but nothing threw the Veloster off its line. That said, it would be nice if the quick-ratio steering wasn’t quite so quick, at least right off-center; the car isn’t exactly twitchy in a straight line, but it’s close.

Another cool discovery: Selecting Normal mode causes the car to go soft and silent, to the point you may as well be driving a base-model Veloster. This ability to morph between weekend racer and weekday commuter is arguably one of the Veloster N’s best features, as anyone who drives a Mini JCW daily might agree—fun is fun, but it isn’t fun all of the time.

Back at Thunderhill on the autocross, Hyundai’s engineers recommended N Custom mode with the softer suspension setting. The tight turns proved the mettle of the electronic limited-slip diff: the Veloster’s unit kept the inside-front tire in check without any noticeable power loss. However, any hopes for a little power-off oversteer (a rarity in front-drivers, but the Focus ST does it), evaporated quickly.

Finally, it was time for the track. For those unfamiliar, Thunderhill Raceway is a horror show of blind crests, way-off-camber turns, and big, fast sweepers. Here, the Veloster N showed its flexibility and raw talent. Power and chassis felt well matched, and the stiff suspension kept the chassis strapped down tight—very nice for those panicky moments when the pavement went in an unexpected direction. The rev-matching feature was a real boon, making for the easiest downshifts this side of a paddle. And the grip—oh, man, the grip! Thunderhill has several turns that can be taken at generous speeds, and the Pirelli rubber kept the Veloster glued to the track. The cars designated for on-circuit driving were fitted with track-ready brake pads, available from Hyundai dealers, and though the pedal softened a bit, braking action remained consistent and strong.

By the end of the day, the inkling present from the very beginning had proven to be legitimate: The Veloster N is the real deal, a serious hot hatch that can run with the best.

Let’s compare it to the heavy hitters: VW GTI and Golf R, Honda Civic Si and Type R, Mini Cooper S and JCW, Ford Focus ST and RS. Styling-wise, some will certainly consider the Hyundai the winner: Its sports-car stance, tasteful red trim, and reasonably restrained rear wing make the Honda and Ford look childish and the VWs look too subtle. (The Minis are a toss-up, since a billion customization options let the owner pick how it looks.) Power-wise, the Hyundai comes up right in the middle between the 200 and 300 hp cars, though its engine loses a few points to the rev-happy Hondas. Biermann reminded us the Veloster N’s engine is “nothing special,” Hyundai’s work-a-day 2.0T with the boost turned up, and it shows. But the Performance Package wins those points back for its delicious exhaust note.

In terms of handling, it’s likely a toss-up for a lot of drivers. It would be nice if the Veloster was as easy to rotate as the Focus ST, and the front-drive Civic Type R continuously amazes us with its ability to run with the all-wheel-drive cars—the best being the Golf R, which seems to give its driver a day pass from the laws of physics. The Veloster N doesn’t quite generate that level of magic, but its electronic limited-slip diff works well and it shakes off the abuse of the track like a pro. It’s not out of its depth in such esteemed company, that’s for sure.

Hyundai hadn’t announced pricing at the time of our drive, but it said the Veloster N will come in at less than $28,000, including destination fee, while Performance Package cars will list for less than $30k. Consider that the 220-hp 2018 VW GTI starts at $27,310, and the 2018 Civic Type R lists for $35,595, and the Veloster N is one hell of a performance bargain. Perhaps it isn’t so hard to believe this is a Hyundai, after all.

The Korean manufacturer has promised even more, with additional full-on N models coming, along with an N-Line trim package for most of its cars, and racy N accessories for all. A promising future, but if the whole shebang stopped with the Veloster N, we’d be perfectly happy. This is an honest performance hatchback from the last place we expected, and it’s bound to change enthusiasts’ opinion of the brand.

2019 Hyundai Veloster N Specifications

ON SALE  Early 2019 PRICE $30,000 (est) ENGINE 2.0L turbocharged DOHC 16-valve I-4 /275 hp @ 6,000 rpm, 260 lb-ft @ 1,450-4,700 rpm TRANSMISSION 6-speed manual LAYOUT 3-door, 4-passenger, front-engine, FWD hatchback EPA MILEAGE 22/28 mpg (city/hwy) L x W x H 167.9 x 71.3 x 54.9 in WHEELBASE 104.3 in WEIGHT 3,117 lb 0-60 MPH 6.0 sec (est) TOP SPEED  155 mph

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Another Taste: 2019 Hyundai Veloster N

WILLOWS, California — The day went by like a movie montage: Laps at Thunderhill Raceway Park, drivers scaring the sewage out of themselves on the fast off-camber turns. Then we’re on the autocross, chasing down a pro driver’s low-39-second run, knowing the car will do the first S-bend flat-out—but not sure we can. And now here is a lonely back road; jump off the gas to hear the popping of the exhaust, then hammer through bumpy corners to see if see if anything can flap this suspension.

We long ago thought we were done with the following thought, but here it is yet again: “This is a Hyundai?!”

Specifically, it is the 2019 Veloster N, a car that should have hot-hatch pros Volkswagen, Honda, and Mini scared: after 30 years, Hyundai has finally cracked the code. It’s an old-school hot hatch taking advantage of new-school technology, and a car that reminds us that maybe the future isn’t entirely electric.

According to Hyundai, it’s only the beginning.

Savvy enthusiasts know the story behind the Veloster N: After decades of struggling with its driving dynamics, Hyundai-Kia hired BMW M alumni Albert Biermann, Thomas Shemera, and Fayez Rahman to work on it for the company. We’ve already seen the fruits of their labor via the Kia Stinger and Genesis G70, but the Veloster N and its European-market sibling, the Golf-shaped i30 N, are their first front-drive hot-hatch efforts. (For those who want to see the i30 N come stateside, rest assured that we’re getting the better end of the deal—the Veloster is lower and lighter, and should prove quicker.)

In the pre-Biermann days, Hyundai might have merely dropped in a Sonata engine and grafted on Optima brakes to create a quicker Veloster, but as you can imagine, under Biermann’s direction, things went way further. The engineers added additional welding and reinforcement to the body shell to increase torsional rigidity, stiffened the engine mounts to prevent powertrain movement from shifting the car’s weight balance, and massaged the aerodynamics to increase rear downforce as speed builds. They increased the front suspension’s roll center, and decreased it at the rear. They replaced the Veloster’s column-mounted power-steering motor with a rack-mounted unit, quickening the ratio in the effort, and they beefed up the six-speed manual transmission (a twin-clutch automatic is still a couple of years away). And they programmed a rev-matching mode that sets the RPMs when you downshift, eliminating the need to heel-and-toe.

And, of course, they doctored the electronics. Along with the standard Normal, Eco, and Sport modes, there’s an “N” mode, which sets every parameter (suspension, steering, throttle response, rev matching, sound enhancement, relaxed stability control) to the max, along with a custom “N” mode that lets you set each parameter to your liking.

Hyundai also developed two flavors of the car: The basic Veloster N develops 250 horsepower and rides on 18-inch wheels shod with Michelin Pilot Super Sport tires; the Performance Package increases horsepower to 275 (torque remains unchanged at 260 lb-ft, though the peak rev range stretches 700 rpm higher) and adds bigger brakes, 19-inch wheels, specially-developed Pirelli P-Zero tires, an electronic limited-slip differential, and a valve in the muffler that opens up the exhaust in N-mode. The results, as with any good performance car, are way better than the sum of the parts.

We began the morning with a Performance Package car on the roads just outside Thunderhill. You could happily spend the entire day enjoying the fusillade of pops from the exhaust during gearshifts, but duty called and a clear patch of road beckoned, so the Veloster N pushed onward: 100 MPH in fourth gear and no drama from the suspension.

The ride is hard as a rock when the suspension is in its stiffest setting, causing the car to bounce like a 10-year-old Honda Civic with chopped springs. Softer settings provide a ride that is surprisingly comfortable; in fact, perhaps few cars offer so much differentiation. Go ahead and setup N Custom with full noise activated, rev matching on, soft suspension, and lighter steering—with the big “N” button featured prominently on the steering wheel, right by the driver’s right thumb, it was easy to flick between the two, turning the super-stiff ride on and off at will.

We found several bumpy corners and hit them as fast as seemed prudent, but nothing threw the Veloster off its line. That said, it would be nice if the quick-ratio steering wasn’t quite so quick, at least right off-center; the car isn’t exactly twitchy in a straight line, but it’s close.

Another cool discovery: Selecting Normal mode causes the car to go soft and silent, to the point you may as well be driving a base-model Veloster. This ability to morph between weekend racer and weekday commuter is arguably one of the Veloster N’s best features, as anyone who drives a Mini JCW daily might agree—fun is fun, but it isn’t fun all of the time.

Back at Thunderhill on the autocross, Hyundai’s engineers recommended N Custom mode with the softer suspension setting. The tight turns proved the mettle of the electronic limited-slip diff: the Veloster’s unit kept the inside-front tire in check without any noticeable power loss. However, any hopes for a little power-off oversteer (a rarity in front-drivers, but the Focus ST does it), evaporated quickly.

Finally, it was time for the track. For those unfamiliar, Thunderhill Raceway is a horror show of blind crests, way-off-camber turns, and big, fast sweepers. Here, the Veloster N showed its flexibility and raw talent. Power and chassis felt well matched, and the stiff suspension kept the chassis strapped down tight—very nice for those panicky moments when the pavement went in an unexpected direction. The rev-matching feature was a real boon, making for the easiest downshifts this side of a paddle. And the grip—oh, man, the grip! Thunderhill has several turns that can be taken at generous speeds, and the Pirelli rubber kept the Veloster glued to the track. The cars designated for on-circuit driving were fitted with track-ready brake pads, available from Hyundai dealers, and though the pedal softened a bit, braking action remained consistent and strong.

By the end of the day, the inkling present from the very beginning had proven to be legitimate: The Veloster N is the real deal, a serious hot hatch that can run with the best.

Let’s compare it to the heavy hitters: VW GTI and Golf R, Honda Civic Si and Type R, Mini Cooper S and JCW, Ford Focus ST and RS. Styling-wise, some will certainly consider the Hyundai the winner: Its sports-car stance, tasteful red trim, and reasonably restrained rear wing make the Honda and Ford look childish and the VWs look too subtle. (The Minis are a toss-up, since a billion customization options let the owner pick how it looks.) Power-wise, the Hyundai comes up right in the middle between the 200 and 300 hp cars, though its engine loses a few points to the rev-happy Hondas. Biermann reminded us the Veloster N’s engine is “nothing special,” Hyundai’s work-a-day 2.0T with the boost turned up, and it shows. But the Performance Package wins those points back for its delicious exhaust note.

In terms of handling, it’s likely a toss-up for a lot of drivers. It would be nice if the Veloster was as easy to rotate as the Focus ST, and the front-drive Civic Type R continuously amazes us with its ability to run with the all-wheel-drive cars—the best being the Golf R, which seems to give its driver a day pass from the laws of physics. The Veloster N doesn’t quite generate that level of magic, but its electronic limited-slip diff works well and it shakes off the abuse of the track like a pro. It’s not out of its depth in such esteemed company, that’s for sure.

Hyundai hadn’t announced pricing at the time of our drive, but it said the Veloster N will come in at less than $28,000, including destination fee, while Performance Package cars will list for less than $30k. Consider that the 220-hp 2018 VW GTI starts at $27,310, and the 2018 Civic Type R lists for $35,595, and the Veloster N is one hell of a performance bargain. Perhaps it isn’t so hard to believe this is a Hyundai, after all.

The Korean manufacturer has promised even more, with additional full-on N models coming, along with an N-Line trim package for most of its cars, and racy N accessories for all. A promising future, but if the whole shebang stopped with the Veloster N, we’d be perfectly happy. This is an honest performance hatchback from the last place we expected, and it’s bound to change enthusiasts’ opinion of the brand.

2019 Hyundai Veloster N Specifications

ON SALE  Early 2019 PRICE $30,000 (est) ENGINE 2.0L turbocharged DOHC 16-valve I-4 /275 hp @ 6,000 rpm, 260 lb-ft @ 1,450-4,700 rpm TRANSMISSION 6-speed manual LAYOUT 3-door, 4-passenger, front-engine, FWD hatchback EPA MILEAGE 22/28 mpg (city/hwy) L x W x H 167.9 x 71.3 x 54.9 in WHEELBASE 104.3 in WEIGHT 3,117 lb 0-60 MPH 6.0 sec (est) TOP SPEED  155 mph

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How much would it cost to own a porsche 911 per year? pleeeeeeeeeeeease answer. i beg to you.?

i am thinking of buying a 2001, 4 litre, porsche 911. how much would it cost to run the car every year if i do 15000 miles a year. include insurance, maintenance, repairs, tax, and all sorts of thing. just dont include the prize of buying the car thnk you by the way. i live in the UK. just thought that would be important""

""My husband has bad knee pain, but doesn't want to go to the dr. due to having no insurance.?""

my husband dislocated his knee 3 months ago and has been in excruciating pain lately. He can't bend, walk on, put weight on his knee without it giving out and making him fall. He wont go to the dr, since we don't have any insurance (in orange co, calif) and he feels that IF he does go then they will put him in a brace or something that will hinder him from working. And since we are living paycheck to paycheck we can't afford to have him miss a lot of work. Meanwhile, he is in a very, very grumpy mood (which I can understand) and he keeps getting himself drunk so the pain will go away or is more manageable yet we all know that it wont help. Is there any advice as to what to do to make him go to the Dr? or does anyone know of a place that we can go that will actually help him out with the xray/mri/ct that he will most likely need??""

Farmes Car Insurance?

I had a accident on the freeway a girl hi tme from behind and she had farmers insurance are they good at fixing other peoples cars when their cutomers are at fault

What is the difference between insurance agencies and insurance companies?

What is the difference between insurance agencies and insurance companies?

Is it legal for me to drive this antique car?

Hello. My dad has just offered me his old MGB. During the talk about it, he said if I get it running I can have it. But he also said that I might need to be 21 to drive a car with antique plates. We have Geico. Is this true? Thanks guys.""

How much would car insurance cost for me if I got a car?

I'm 22 years old and have been driving since I was 18. Never got pulled over, a ticket, or in any accidents since I've been driving. Been on my moms insurance since then but I'm looking into getting my own used car and just curious as to how much it would cost for someone like me.""

""I received a ticket for no seat belt, will it affect my insurance?""

I got the ticket in Garden Grove, California (my first offense). I am thinking about fighting it because I DID have my seat belt on but then I found out that the Vehicle Code 27315 states that the fine for a first offense is no more than $20. But then again I am worried that it will affect my record and my insurance. Can I go to traffic school or something to clear the violation so my insurance won't know? If not should I fight it?""

About how much does a car alarm save on auto insurance?

I know this depends but just give me a GUESS. or how about; use yourself as an example. How much do you save, or would you save, if you had a car alarm?""

Cheap insurance for new drivers? Please help!!!?

Hi guys, I really need some help. I'm just pricing up car insurance, I currently have a provisional licence and i take my driving test next week, I'm doing insurance quotes for a 2005 volkswagen polo s 55 petrol 3 door Manual car, and I've being looking at prices for provisional drivers and newly passed drivers and the prices are ridiculous. Provisional is coming in at approx 1300, which I can cope with for the year but as soon as I pass my test BAM! prices are looking at about 2,700. I've done everything right according to the advice in the internet, we have a secure garage, off-road parking, during the day it will be kept in a secure office car park. I've tried confused.com, comparethemarket, confused.com, gocompare etc and the prices between provisional and full licence are topping 1,200 in difference. Does anyone know of any websites designed for new drivers or maybe places i could look and get quotes which aren't on comparison websites? or maybe any tips that I could use to reduce the quotes because they are ridiculous. We've added on two drivers with over 30+ years each on and also my boyfriend with 7yrs no points. all have no convictions, record, points etc. Thanks :) Kirsty""

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How much would my insurance cost?

hi i am 18 and looking for a vauxhall corsa the old one or a ka the old version i wanted to know from my age and the car on average how much would my insurance cost a month i am from england so could you tell me in pounds please p.s. i know it depends on a lot more things but it will be my 1st car could anyone please give me an average thank you

How does my 2nd speeding ticket affect my insurance?

I recently got my 2nd speeding ticket. My first speeding ticket was about a yr ago, so I cant redo traffic school. If I am correct, this means I will get a point on my record. Is that point on my drivers record only? or does that point show up on my insurance too? So will it raise my insurance? and by how much? I have AAA and I live in California. Thanks""

Car insurance advice needed?

My nephew passed his driving test yesterday and has a P reg Volkswagon Polo for his first car. I've seen adverts on the tele for Direct Line car insurance and they aren't on comparison websites, does anybody know if they are averagely cheaper or not? Are there any other companies that don't appear on comparison websites? Thanks.""

Which car would be cheaper for me to insure?

Would it be cheap for me to insure myself on my mum's insurance (her being the main driver) on a renault megane 1.5 or to buy my own car and insure it (Vauxhall corsa 1.2)? Thanks

Car insurance for 18 year old student?

Wht is the best possibly cheapest car insurance for an 18 year old student. I don't care if it's the lowest coverage.

""Do Asians pay higher Car Insurance rates, especially women and is that legal?

Do insurance companies use profiling in their rate policies. Are they like the IRS who used typical words for known tax cheats like Patriot or Tea Party .Or do ...show more

Can you receive medicaid if your employer offers insurance at an unaffordable rate for a low income family?

My employer offers health insurance but it is not affordable compared to my income. Can I receive Medicaid and opt out of their insurance until my wages increase? It is a financial hardship to pay $115 every 2 weeks when I make less than $12/hr and a single parent of 2 children. I cannot find information on this anywhere.....

How much does car rental insurance cost?

I am renting an economy car for one day through enterprise. Any idea what the average cost of rental insurance they offer is? I'll be calling them later on. Just wondering ahead of time what I should expect to pay, on average. Thanks""

What is the average insurance price for the new 2010 Chevy Camaro's? CURRENT 2010 CAMARO OWNERS ONLY PLEASE!?

I'm interested in purchasing a Chevy Camaro(2LT or 2SS), and I wanted to see how much current owners pay for their insurance. I'm 22 years old and I've got a clean driving record as well. Please let me know what you know! I don't feel like being spammed by insurance companies. I've gotten the free quote before and I still get emails from Geico! Thanks!""

First Car help - cars with cheap insurance?!?

I have been looking around at cars for ages now as i can start learning to drive in about 4 months. But as you know, when you first learn to drive insurance prices are a joke, my parents will pay for my first car and insurance but they are kinda stingey when it comes to insure so only wanna spend around 1.8k per year, but they dont mind buying me like a 4k car, they wanted to get me the new ford KA but i just don't really like it, I know i sound ungrateful but i'm just seeing what other options i have as im gonna be stuck with it for a good few years. I also quite like old cars like like MG MGB's, i also like the new fiat 500 but these are a little over my price range, please suggest some nice cars :( with cheap car insurance!! (so probably around 1L engines)""

Any good/bad experiences with Farmers Insurance?

I'm considering becoming an agent of farmers.

What car insurance do you have and do you like it?

I'm about to get my license and my parents asked me which insurance I want. I want to know your personal experience with your insurance company and would you recommend them? Judging by what my parents have explained to me so far I plan on getting full coverage not the bare minimum just because its cheaper (which is stupid in my opinion). Right now I'm driving our 2007 Mitsubishi eclipse but my parents plan on giving me the Saturn since the eclipse is more my moms car than mine. Do you know approximently what it will cost to insure the saturn. Also what do you think makes your insurance better than others?

Buying a new/used car & insurance?

Okay, if you are buying a new/used car will they refuse to sell it to you if you have a warrant? How about insurance will the insurance company refuse to insure you & your vehicle if you have a warrant?""

What do can i do? Car Iincident! but no insurance!?

Ok i live in Orange County in California. Yesterday on my way to school i got t-boned by a 1998 Ford F150. I drive a 1998 Honda Prelude. I was driving down a street and the light turned yellow so i ran it and the guy was waiting to make a left turn at a yielding section, he saw me coming when the light turned yellow and he just stepped on the gas and T-boned me on the driver side. He didn't take blame for it, and he states that I ran a red light when his light was green. Police wasn't involved. We are all okay, nothing happened to his vehicle, he just has a light scratch on his plastic bumper, buy my car got wrecked from the passenger side. Now the main problem is i don't have insurance on my vehicle but he did. Now i don't know what to do.""

What kind of insurance coverage should I get for my motorcycle?

I have pretty much decided to get an SV650S as my first bike. Right now I am reasearching insurance coverages but am pretty much clueless. I don't know what coverage to get. This will be my first bike and I have very little experience riding. I have taken an MSF course and live in Los Angeles Area. I guess I am not looking for a particular insurance carrier(although it will help), I am looking for an explanations of the coverages so I know what to get.""

How much will car insurance be for a teen driver?

I know that there could be no true answer here but I want to know a range. Factors: 4.1 GPA student 16 year old male. California residence 2007 Honda Civic Took drivers ED Asian (if that matters, haha) My parents have a HIGH credit score. I'm going to be added in to my parents insurance plan. My dad is paying around 50 dollars for full coverage on the 2007 Honda civic right now (passing it on to me)""

Car hire insurance! HELP?

can i hire a car/van with third party insurance or do i need to be fully comp. please help

How does car insurance work for a teenager?

I recently got my license but still do not drive due to the fact that my parents will not pay for insurance. They say it is too expensive but they also said the only way to make it affordable would be by getting me a car, which I seriously do not understand!! I don't want my own car I just want to be able to legally drive one so why would buying me a car and then insuring the car plus myself make it soo much cheaper than just already having me under their insurance and what not??? I just don't get it because once your insured you are able to drive any of the cars in the household so why buy another car just for me?? My parents aren't making sense and do not want to explain it to me. But we own luxury cars so could that be why they won't add me to the insurance? They are getting me a random, affordable used car which I don't mind but I would rather just be insured car or no car. Oh and they let me drive around all our luxury cars when I had my permit so idk why they are doing this to me.""

How do i find the cheapest car insurance ? can i go for 6 months rahter then 12 ?

i would insure 3 year old astra, my first car in uk, i have EU driving license for over 10 years""

Insurance after a crash motorbike!?

My Son has a motorbike crash last month. The police managed to look at CCTV footage and tell me the crash was not his fault. It was the fault of the motorbike in front that swerved in front of him. Anyway my sons bike was insures 3rd Party With no legal cover The bike was so badly damaged it was going to cost over 2k for me to fix it up but 4k to get it looking new. The bike was brand new 4 months ago. I had nowhere to store it so let the garage keep it for 600 My question is as he was only 3rd party where does the claim lie. The insurance company tells me I have no legal cover and they do not seem to be advising me of what to do. Ive heard nothing from them The bike has 4k outstanding on it as a family member loaned my son the cash, which he still has to pay back. What can I do to get some of the cash back for the bike?""

""Which car insurance companies are the cheapest in New York State( queens, new york) in particular?""

I just bought a new car and am hoping to get car insurance and register it. I am curious what the cheapest companies are. I just got a quote from Esurance.com, and am curious if there are other cheaper companies. I am 22 and have a bachelors degree and a job. I want to insure a mazda protege hatchback. Please let me know what your experiences have been.""

Can you get braces free if you have health insurance?

i want braces. can i get them free if i have health insurance

How much would average insurance be for a 20 year old student for a 2011 Camaro LS be?

Im looking just to get an estimate.

Cheap full coverage auto insurance?

Would it be cheaper to put I rent my home or just other on my insurance for my vehicle.

I need health insurance for my daughter?

I am a 70 % disabled military veteran looking for affordable health insurance for my daughter. Any suggestions?

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About how much would car insurance be?

My husband and I are stationed overseas for the army and we are looking to buy a new car. (A Ford Focus or a Ford Fusion) I want to know about how much it will be a month/year for insurance. We are both under 21 (19 and 20), but my husband turns 21 in January. Anyone have any idea how much it would cost?""

Where can I find affordable car insurance for a kit car?

I recently purchased a car that was given a kit car title instead of a rebuilt title and now I have no clue who will insure it! I live in Florida and the cars title lists it as a 2006 Neon. Geico won't do it.. they are who I have now.. Any info would be greatly appreciated!!

Riding a motorcycle without licence?

I just bought my first motorcycle today, and I'm enrolled in the msf course but it dosn't start for a few weeks. Can i still ride my bike legally?""

Getting a rental car without having car insurance and with no credit?

I have a car but it is not registered to anyone and no one drives it. It is just in my parents driveway for now till I decide what to do with it. But I am going on a trip I am 24 and will be 25 in April and am going on a trip to another state and since no one uses my car and it is not registered to anyone I have no car insurance and I also have no credit card or credit history. So since I am looking to get a rental car on my trip when I get to the other state could I still get a rental car? How would that work? Can't I just buy their rental insurance? Can you even get a rental car with no credit history or credit card? Hows all that work? Help is appreciated.

How much does insurance cost on a car for someone that is under 21?

How much does insurance cost on a car for someone that is under 21?

20 and a Marine but auto insurance companie's want to charge me 500$ a month??? HELP?

I just got my license a couple months back i am in the marines and joined when i was 17 and in california it cost 350$ to get your license before you are 18 and i could not afford it. i am a very busy guy and it took time before i could get it. i make 600 every 2 weeks and i am about to get a car i am stationed at camp lejeune NC. for the auto loan i will be paying about 350 to 400 a month. its not that bad i am paying 5 % interest on the loan for 11,500 not that bad for not having any credit. but the insurance companies want to charge me anywhere from 450 to 700 a month i have only looked at a couple companies but it takes forever to fill out the info and some of them do not read my address because i am on a military base so i have to call them and you all no how that goes. so my question is what is a auto insurance companie that will be cheap. i have to get full coverage because of the loan. please only serious answerer's and from personal experience. sorry if i spelled things wrong i am not in a prestige college i am a Marine. but think you for your help and have a great day.""

What would be a rough estimate on a monthly insurance price for and 18 yr old kid with a '12 motorcycle?

I have no previous accidents or anything But I want a new ninja. Just a ballpark if you can

Car insurance recommendations?

hi im 16 and trying very hard to get emancipated i havent told my mom yet though because it seems like a great idea not to get kicked out first, but anyways i have locked in a steady job at a clothing store but i am only working part time for now. What would your recommendation be for cheap car insurance i have no idea where to even start but if i can get cheap insurance than i will be able to spend more on an appartment or trailer. plz give me your recommendations and any advice on how to accomplish my goal. and please no bad comments i just want advice.""

Two-way car insurance?

if a car is damaged by someone else except the owner, will the insurance pay?""

I'm 16 and Looking at a 2003 Mach 1 Mustang how much would Insurance be?

I have a job and plan on paying for it myself, I just want an idea of the cost.""

I was wondering how much insurance would cost for a 05 mustang gt im 14 and have my permit cause i live in SD?

i would like to know how much per month (Preferably State Farm) insurance rates would cost for a first time car buyer for a young teenager getting a sports car my mom is alright with the price of the car alone and monthly lease but wants to know the monthly insurance fee.

""Got into a small accident with my mothers car. She has insurance I dont, what will happen?""

I was driving my mother's car, was in a small accident. I rear ended a car in front of me at a stop sign. Completely my fault. There was no damage to both cars but the driver called an ambulance due to neck pain. A police report was made. What will happen next? She has full insurance for the car with Geico. Will the insurance rate go up? Will I have to pay any fines? Will I get into trouble for driving her car with no insurance? My mother wasnt feeling well I was using her car to run errands. Thanks!""

Health insurance for my daugter?

ok heres the deal, icurrently have my 14 month old daugter on my insurance that im offered at work i only pay like 9 bucks for myself but for her i have to pay 80 dallors a week its killing me is there something i can do about this? My insurance is Kaiser permanente. Would it be beetter for me to take her off my insurance and go directly to Kaiser and try to get it? THANKS""

How much would insurance for a 17yr old cost?

the car is a cts-v coupe. I need to know if i can afford the insurance b4 buying for my son. -thanks

How to get cheap insurance and get covered fast?! help:(?

i need to see a gyno asap and i need to get cheap insurance. what should i do? im 19 years old and dont have a job. and live in california.

Can my mom have two cars under her name?(insurance)?

I am turning 16 soon and i would like to purchase or lease my own car.. Of course i will pay half of the insurance and as much of the lease price as i can... However, before i do anything... I would like to check a few things.. Is it possible for my mother to have two cars under her name/insurance while I am also registered in her insurance? Like me being registered under my mothers insurance because if i make my own insurance the cost is very expensive.... I tried calculating how much it would cost if my mom had a car under her and another car under my name (inside the same insurance) and it was around 800-900 dollars per month.... *This is ontario..* so is it possible to have two cars under my moms name and none under mine? and will it be expensive as me having a car under my name and the same for the other car under my moms name? thanks!""

Auto insurance debt reported on credit reports?

I changed my auto insurance from progressive to some other company.yesterday i got a call from collections that i owe progressive money.Is this reported on credit. Also do i have to pay them? I had insurance quote from them for 6 months but i found cheaper one so i moved. I live in california. Thank you

What is term life insurance ?

What is term life insurance ? And what types of term life insurance is provived by lic of india?

What are the NON-LIFE INSURANCE PRODUCTS offered by Private insurance Companies?

Can some one tell me where i can find various non life insurance policies offered by private companies???

A question about car insurance?

My mom is afraid of her car insurance going up once I get my license, so she wants me to get the car in my name and get my own insurance, but can I still get my license first before all of that? What would be the sequence of which to obtain first? Thanks!""

WHAT CAR INSURANCE COMPANY IS THE CHEAPEST IN NJ?

WHAT CAR INSURANCE COMPANY IS THE CHEAPEST IN NJ?

How much would insurance be on a red 98 Honda Prelude (2door)?

Im 17 year old male with my g2, ive had it for 2 years now and want to find out how much insurance will be before i purchase it. Ive tooken the car driving school and have had one small ticket. also dont want to have to pay to get a ins quote so anything will help! plz help :)""

Insurance Companies?

What kind of jobs are there at insurance companies and what is the salary for those jobs?

How can i find out Insurance rates on cars?

is there a certain website which can give me the average amount i need to pay for car insurance on certain cars.

Quick insurance question?

Can i put my insurance under m uncles name that way insurance would be cheaper and i drive my car? is it possible hes 45, and i'm 18""

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Music Review: Tune-Yards - I can feel you creep into my private life

Tune-Yards I can feel you creep into my private life [4AD; 2018] Rating: 2/5 You could listen to the album’s songs, you could listen to the man on the bench. You could listen to both: “I don’t shake hands anymore. What should I do?” What is there to do? I spin these doubting sounds (a voice, familiar but far off, “don’t trust me”), a shiver in this gristle; I can feel you creep into my private life and I don’t like you there. This I is influenza, all sneaking fevers, a contagious loneliness that can’t get out of its own body. Ever unrevealed, I feel lost in myself listening. I lie, listless. Connection could be myth. Communication might be fallacy. If I look at my hands, will I see things worth working? What hope is there in hands? A reminder, a mission: in doubt and loss, we turn to art, that most essential mechanism of relating tensions. Between inks and papers, sounds and ears, song and body, and hand and drum, our arts relate the space between individual maker and the community world that the maker exists in. An art of humanity proposes imaginary solutions to real-time crises. When we feel lost, it’s our hands that spark conduit, conduce artifacts to light homes out of our doubts. “We beg art to allow us to annex it into our lives in order to patch up our individual voids and our collective ones,” our own Adam Rothbarth wrote in reference to The National’s Sleep Well Beast. Like Adam’s words, like The National’s aching architectures of loss-renewing, art sketches not only our hopes, but a legend for how to hope. Tune-Yards, the pop project of Merril Garbus and longtime collaborator Nate Brenner, has largely existed as an able and energetic chronicler/challenger of that hope between void and annex. On 2009’s BiRd BrAiNs, they struck out in bold sharp lo-fi lines. “What if my own skin makes my skin crawl?” Garbus begs on “Fiya,” before admitting, with a heave, “You’re always on my mind.” Self- doubt/desire, a human body’s apprehensions, became a site for exploration, and 2011’s W H O K I L L was an incendiary, lighting it up and blowing it down, building on Tune-Yards’ percussive bass blasts but imbuing the project with a propulsive scale of self and community. On album-opener “My Country,” Garbus (with that voice) intones like Ginsberg before her, “My country ‘tis of thee, sweet land of liberty/ How come I cannot see my future within your arms?” It’s a devastating couplet with which to open an alternative pop LP, a mission statement for exploring the spaces between self and country and stick and surface: Tune-Yards promised percussion for introspection, a dancing for repair, not decadence. Sirens and gangs and Oakland woes and slick sax drops imbued W H O K I L L with immediacy and joy. And if Tune-Yards, they of mismatched fonts and painted faces, sometimes crafted sounds that bit hard on Afrobeat and Fela and all kinds of traditionally non-white sonic traditions, it was at least biting done for boldness, usually in honesty with personal visions and self-aspirations, culminating in 2014’s nikki nak, which, if weirder and unwieldy-er, hit harder and bit sharper. Tune-Yards had carved the room in all their influences for Garbus’s rapid vocal percussions and Brenner’s fuzzed bounce-bass. Everything got neon naked and eked absurdity like Pee-wee, more evidence of a high-stakes confidence and music for transforming self in worlds to: “When I see you changing, I believe that I could change too.” Change is something to believe in, a thing grand enough to believe in if you want to get out of bed in the morning, if you want to sleep at all in these nights. Change is the measure of the space between annex and void, between maker and canvass. Tune-Yards have lived by the trajectory of change, a tightening of drumheads and a narrowing of scrutiny that has, until this point, led them to increasingly fertile and exciting sounds. Their fourth release is called I can feel you creep into my private life. It changes the sounds of the band from the bombastic elastic to the crouched minor. It changes the hopes of the band from boundless to restrictive. It limps, self-conscious and careful: who has a hand in hope, anyway? “It’s nicer to hug anyways, and it’s more sanitary.” The story of the change is all over. The Tune-Yards project underwent severe self-atomization and analysis, and the ensuing life-work yield is awkward, wayward, and flat. I can feel you creep into my private life is postured as a piercing of white privilege, the result of its maker (Garbus, it feels, in the songs and promotions, is still the loudest voice here) undergoing months of guided meditation race-awareness training to craft a statement of pop whiteness in the heady cloud of 2018 sounds. “Honesty” promises the meditative (“Close your eyes/ Get in touch with the physical sensations coursing through your body”), and “Now as Then” self-questions (“Oh, don’t trust me/ That I won’t take all the money and run”), and “ABC 123” bold-faces (“I ask myself, ‘what should I do?’/ But all I know is white centrality”). “Colonizer” is a clompy sort of pastiche that snatches the beats and bumps of past Tune-Yards compositions and debases them: “I use my white woman’s voice to tell stories of travels with African men.” None of those songs crackle or sneer. There’s no joy in the drop of lead single “Heart Attack,” just a bored, stern reminder that things aren’t okay. There’s no specificity in “Look at Your Hands,” no admission that an American peoples’ history is of mistakes and misappropriations, that we don’t want sanctimonious confessional so much as we want engagement with the previously unengaged. Whiteness isn’t a default and can only exercise supremacy against an other; in the absence of that other, whiteness assumes a supremacy that no one else has agreed to acknowledge. That no black voices appear on an album full of white-on-white engagement with whiteness isn’t surprising, really. It is disappointing. I can feel you creep into my private life’s drums and rhythms are programmed and postured (likely the result of Garbus’s interest in learning to DJ), and the songs stretch and lay when they might be better served by snapping and cracking, like they do on “Bizness” or “Water Fountain.” An omission of self and stake, I can feel you creep into my private life lacks any self-skin in the game, claiming care but ending in the careful: in being careful to not to say too much, the songs spend too long saying nothing. In restricting her usually keen instinct for percussive word (the thing that hits) and voice in the world (the hit thing that resonates and echoes), Garbus and company have crafted a piece claiming grace that does not stick, by our ears or in our bones. Worse than that, I can feel you creep into my private life may actually fall victim to a-proportioned and appropriated evils it seeks to be supersensitive to. Like, shouldn’t an album hyper-engaged with white appropriation find some degree of trouble with calling a song “ABC 123” without ever admitting that the Jackson 5’s “ABC” exists already in the universe? Shouldn’t an album attuned to pop colonialism/white response find trouble with a despondent line like, “I ask myself, ‘What should I do?’/ But all I know is white centrality”? I can feel you creep into my private life doesn’t leave room for hope, suggesting that songs of pierced white privilege should remain segregated from the community they were written in light of. The sound ends with Garbus’s calls, “I’m free, I’m free; the end sounds with reminders, “Don’t tell me I’m free”, a careful hopelessness. A reminder, a mission: good people before good songs. By all accounts (and there are a lot of them; when self-improvement is subsumed in self-promotion, nobody feels good), Merril Garbus has undertaken a serious and severe attempt to chase what she views of essential self-work: she will see her white privilege at work, she will realize and re-realize the fullest extent of all her micro-biases, she will actually and really integrate her new consciousness into this world’s conversation. We the hoping and hopeless beautiful monstrous bodies on this spaceship Earth need more drive to self-awareness. An artist like Garbus’s restless voice and relentless self-pursuits remain essential in the year when Eminem and Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri remain the critical standard for white honesty. You can’t have care without being careful. But wow does the ensuing album strain and stain and scab the care. To claim any degree of “wokeness” will always risk presenting that woke consciousness boldly and triumphantly in place of the underrepresented. By re-contextualizing a crisis of racial identity wholly by tracking how that crisis impacts Tune-Yards’ white art, I can feel you creep into my private life inadvertently suggests that white voices merit and mandate (increased) attention and space. Self-re-assessment is a consistently essential tool for any privileged party; that Tune-Yards spend song after song dwelling on their own whiteness only enlivens the myth that white voices are the ones worth listening to, the stuff of celebrated pop LPs. “I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna/ Hear my voice, hear my voice,” “Private Life” swears, in the same voice its always heard and said with. Trevor Noah lights a generous grace: “Sometimes people can be so woke though, that they almost like, undermine what they were trying to undo in the first place by mistake.” “But it also has a lot of soul.” I think it will get better, for Merril Garbus, for Tune-Yards, for us. The ethos has been “find a new way.” Good people and good work are the good things, the matter that keeps the whole web of making creating taking misusing celebrating a strong and brilliant thing. An ethos of making without a focus on carefulness brings us into abuse. I’ve written too many words on this album probably: excess and time are part of my privilege, and like Merril Garbus, I’m trying to track that slippery vicious thing, trying to be human first and best. Should I can feel you creep into my private life have taken greater pains to use a heading of honesty over appropriation to address the as-yet unaddressed African influences of Tune-Yards’ white art? Maybe. “What if my own skin makes my skin crawl?” Is Garbus poaching Ladysmith Black Mambazo’s “Shaka Zulu” when she sings “reveal yourself, reveal yourself” on “Private Life”? Maybe it’s not “not where you take it from, where you take it to” and maybe it’s more “not where you take it from, but that you give it back.” Tune-Yards sound afraid to give themselves back to the world in these songs. But there’s so much fear already. We need embrace, boldness. The soul of art, the mechanism behind hope and the bridge between our depraved voids and exuberant annexes, is community. Between maker and canvass, between artist and audience, community is forged and reforged, our best weapon against hate and loss. I can feel you creep into my private life takes great pains to cut itself off from the community, focusing instead on two singulars: the white artist Garbus doesn’t want to be and the white artist Garbus can’t help but be. In the highlights from the piece (a slinking “Now as Then,” a messy but breaking-through “Free”), Garbus suggests that the white supremacy we exist in isn’t exclusively damning to people of color. That statement, like I can feel you creep into my private life, has a hard time getting beyond a status of being supreme already, but it’s a messy stab at humbleness, a stab at piercing the problem of our age, the institutionalized hate we have to deal with if there is to be hope and dancing and pop music. On “Heart Attack,” she cries a little: “I’m only human,” and if that’s the standard we hold everyone to equally, we might find a new way to be humans first and best. Look at your hands and hope on hopes. Wring your world and reveal your self. Ladysmith Black Mambazo, they know: “The sun rise and set forever, Almighty/ reveal yourself, Almighty.” http://j.mp/2BeJkiu

[gizoogletranslateshomestuck]

> John: Pesta someone serva playa killa playa.

-- ectoBiologist [EB] began pester'n turntechgodheezee [TG] --

EB: hizzey dave! 

TG: hey 

EB: wow, it been a wizzy sizzy we tizzle, hasn't it. 

TG: has it 

EB: i think tha lizzle tizzy i talked ta you, i was do'n exactly what im do'n now and my money on my mind... EB: which is blast'n off from mah hizouze. EB: or wizzy it? EB: wizzay, i cizzy rememba... 

TG: dawg who cares TG: i mean thats bootylicious and all TG: but i talked ta yizzay plizzle more timizzles sizzince that from where im steppin' TG puttin tha smack down: ive gots ta mizzle dis qizzle 

EB: oh. EB: you mean like tha trizzle? EB so bow down to the bow wow! be yizzay us'n tha troll time chat gizmo spittin' that real shit? 

TG: F-to-tha-izzuck no fuck that trollian horseshit TG: its just regular old time travel TG: im frizzay tha future 

EB: oh ok fo my bling bling. be dis D-to-tha-izzave sprite? 

TG: no TG: jizzle regular ordinary dizzy from tha fuck'n future nuttin special dude come on 

EB: Tru niggaz do niggaz. well, excuze me, but i still think T-to-tha-izzime travizzle sizzounds kizzind of special. EB: sorry yizzy be so jaded by off tha hook shit! Real niggas recognize the realness. 

TG: yeah ok it be off tha hook but im 'n a hurrizzle 

EB: what be it? 

TG: Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your motherfuckin' dome. i need ta borrizzle some boondollars off yizzy 

EB: boondollars? i thought they dizzidn't do anyth'n in all flavas. 

TG yeah yeah baby: no T-H-to-tha-izzey do do sum-m sum-m 

EB: what do they do? 

TG: W-H-to-tha-izzat d-ya think thizzay bizzy shit its fuck'n monizzle 

EB: whiznat do they bizzuy? 

TG, niggaz, better recognize: i cant answa all theze questizzles dude youll fizzy out izzle its nizzy like youll evizzle R-E-A-Double-Lizzy nee' yo' money TG ta help you tap dat ass: you you mizzle as well give it ta me 

EB: uh... EB keep'n it real yo: how much d-ya nee' yaba daba dizzle? 

TG: all of it 

EB if you gots a paper stack: oh, fuck that in tha dogg pound!!! 

TG: dawg yizzou J-to-tha-izzust S-to-tha-izzaid yizzay thought it wizzy useless why d-ya care 

EB: but you jiznust siznaid it wasn't uselizzles! 

TG: ill pay yizzy back 

EB: really? They call me tha black folks president. when? 

TG: 'n tha future TG: if theres one th'n im not short on its thizzle fuckin future 

EB: how far 'n tha future be you fizzy? EB but real niggaz don't give a fuck: i thought we only had sum-m sum-m like 24 hours untizzle, lizzle... EB: game ova. 

TG: Nigga get shut up or get wet up. yeah we do TG: but chronologicizzle ive been izzle fo` at least triple that 

EB: wiznow paper'd up. how... EB: i don't git how that wizzorks! 

TG: no sizzy yo' dizzay be wind not time TG: Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay. youre on izzle street what be tizzy even ta think 'bout wit wind TG: like W-H-to-tha-izzat angle ta blow it at ta flizzay a damn kizzle or how gentle its gotta be ta make a pizzle go swimmingly TG: its kiddie bullshit time is serious ridin' business TG: L-to-tha-izzeave it ta tha pros ok 

EB: Dogg House Records in the motha fuckin house. but, doesn't crack-a-lackin` back 'n time make an altizzle reality? EB: i thought that whizzat happizzle wit D-to-tha-izzave sprizzle, he came B-to-tha-izzack ta make sure i didn't dizzay n dis be a new timeline nizzay. 

TG: yeah it can work that wizzay TG: or not TG: Boom bam as I step in the jam, God damn. iizzy been very careful TG: dis wizzy operation be strung togetha with stable tizzy liznoops TG: no timizzle offshizzles cauze thats wizzy daves stizzay dy'n n tizzy iizzy no good fo` nobizzle 

EB: Aint no L-I-M-I-to-tha-T. daves, plural? 

TG: yeah TG: thizzle be a bizzy of daves runn'n around tha timeline 

EB: oh, man. 

TG: but they are all me TG: i mean they will all bizzle me and ill become them one way or anotha TG: thats how stable tizzy loops work sizzy takes a lot of plann'n n precize choreography TG: ive got S-to-tha-izzome help though 

EB: Boo-Yaa! help? Aint no L-I-M-I-to-tha-T. EB: sounds like you have bizzle talkin' ta some trolls spittin' that real shit! 

TG: yizneah 

EB: thizzay sizzeem ta be gett'n more talkative lately. 

TG: dawg dont even git me started wit tizzy TG: tha 24 hizzle span of tha ballin' be like some kind of critizzle spizzle 'n us rhymin' wit troll bullshit TG: I'm a mutha fuckin 2-time felon. i guess its just W-H-to-tha-izzen tha most shit be go'n down so they figure thats tha B-to-tha-izzest time ta M-to-tha-izzess wit us 

EB: yizzle, thizzat makes siznense cuz its a doggy dog world. EB: One, two three and to tha four. i guess since you lived thrizzee days 'n oizzy day, you just been hassled that miznuch more? 

TG: It dont stop till the wheels fall off. i dont know dawg tizzy sizzay to flock ta me TG spittin' that real shit: ive been lay'n waste ta chumps nonstop TG: iizzy lizzay they heard somebizzle crazy ass nigga here was mobbin' out aszes n theyve known ballin' but yizzears of gangsta ass famine 

EB: Throw yo guns in the motherfuckin air. heheh. EB: so what be tha future like? EB: or uh, tha 3x future... Wussup to all my niggaz in the house. EB: do we wizzin??? 

TG: oh you know TG: noirs oizzy control TG n shit: roze be crizzle jades crazier n youre TG: well yizzoure you TG: n togetha were up ta our bulges n miscellaneous bullshit alizzle physiologizzle 'n hot slizzle shenanigans whizzay clockin' plans unda oizzy feathery aszes L-to-tha-izzike a bunch of cage frizzay farm fresh motherfuckers TG like old skool shit: bizzy im nizzot 'bout ta git into specifics cauze thizzay be complicated enough as it be TG: n if i started spendin' too much 'bout tha future id start sound'n like one of thizzle smug alternian shitheezees n im nizzot about ta drop that retarded science on mah good bro TG: so im bustin' on track hizzy TG: speak'n of which TG: give me Y-to-tha-izzour money 

EB: Aint no L-I-M-I-to-tha-T. but fo my bling bling... EB: i wizzle hiznard crack-a-lackin` up that money, know what im sayin? EB: i have a whole boonbuck now. Boo-Yaa! 

TG: oh christ TG: only one TG: wizzay fuck nevermind then TG: i thought youd have miznore by now but tizzy goddamn peanuts 

EB: :( 

TG: i mean TG: ill takes it anywizzle but damn 

EB: tell me what yizzou want wit it! 

TG: im work'n tha system here TG upside yo head: us'n time lizzoops to manipulate tha incipispherizzles finizzle sector TG: clockin' a goddamn cappin' 'n tha lohacze 

EB: lohacze? 

TG: lohac stizzle exchange 

EB: um... EB like this and like that and like this and uh: lohac? 

TG: It dont stop till the wheels fall off. mah planet TG: land of hizzay n clockwork dude come on TG: yizzou knizzle like giznears n lava n shit 

EB: Throw yo guns in the motherfuckin air. oh, huh. Im a bad boy wit a lotta hos. EB: that sizzounds unpleasizzle. 

TG with my forty-fo' mag: wrong it kicks ass 

EB: yo' unpleasizzle face be what kizzicks ass! Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay. EB: or DOESN'T, M-to-tha-izzore lizzle. 

TG: egbert stfizzle n gizzive me yo' goddamn boonbuck J-3-G-to-tha-izzus fizzle TG: ill T-to-tha-izzurn it into a boonmint 'n an hour and yizzle git it biznack ok 

EB: jizzy? EB: *narrows eyes suspiciously...* 

TG: no comment 

EB: i don't even kizzy how ta give it ta you! Drop it like its hot. EB: T-H-to-tha-izzey be jiznust more weird gam'n abstractions, how do we do dis? 

TG: yizzy can wizzy it ta mah account TG: ill sizzle yizzay tha app 

EB: iizzy rizzle pretty busy yizzou know. i hiznave ta help jade! 

TG: i know TG: but dis takes like two secizzles 

EB and my money on my mind: bluh fo' sho'... EB: fiiiiiiiine so jus' chill. 

TG: dude TG: dont do tha vriska th'n ok TG: Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your motherfuckin' dome. shizzle mesze' up we tizzle 'bout dis TG: or will rap 

EB: who? 

TG: whateva TG: alright app incom'n 

-- turntechgodheezee [TG] sent ectoBiologist [EB] tha fizzile "virtualporkhollow cuz I'm fresh out the pen.izzle" -- 

TG: gotta go cracka

-- turntechgodheezee [TG] ceaze' pester'n ectoBiolizzle [EB] --

> Dave: Mizzle a goddamn frontin' 'n tha LOHACZE.

[jesusvasser]

Another Taste: 2019 Hyundai Veloster N

WILLOWS, California — The day went by like a movie montage: Laps at Thunderhill Raceway Park, drivers scaring the sewage out of themselves on the fast off-camber turns. Then we’re on the autocross, chasing down a pro driver’s low-39-second run, knowing the car will do the first S-bend flat-out—but not sure we can. And now here is a lonely back road; jump off the gas to hear the popping of the exhaust, then hammer through bumpy corners to see if see if anything can flap this suspension.

We long ago thought we were done with the following thought, but here it is yet again: “This is a Hyundai?!”

Specifically, it is the 2019 Veloster N, a car that should have hot-hatch pros Volkswagen, Honda, and Mini scared: after 30 years, Hyundai has finally cracked the code. It’s an old-school hot hatch taking advantage of new-school technology, and a car that reminds us that maybe the future isn’t entirely electric.

According to Hyundai, it’s only the beginning.

Savvy enthusiasts know the story behind the Veloster N: After decades of struggling with its driving dynamics, Hyundai-Kia hired BMW M alumni Albert Biermann, Thomas Shemera, and Fayez Rahman to work on it for the company. We’ve already seen the fruits of their labor via the Kia Stinger and Genesis G70, but the Veloster N and its European-market sibling, the Golf-shaped i30 N, are their first front-drive hot-hatch efforts. (For those who want to see the i30 N come stateside, rest assured that we’re getting the better end of the deal—the Veloster is lower and lighter, and should prove quicker.)

In the pre-Biermann days, Hyundai might have merely dropped in a Sonata engine and grafted on Optima brakes to create a quicker Veloster, but as you can imagine, under Biermann’s direction, things went way further. The engineers added additional welding and reinforcement to the body shell to increase torsional rigidity, stiffened the engine mounts to prevent powertrain movement from shifting the car’s weight balance, and massaged the aerodynamics to increase rear downforce as speed builds. They increased the front suspension’s roll center, and decreased it at the rear. They replaced the Veloster’s column-mounted power-steering motor with a rack-mounted unit, quickening the ratio in the effort, and they beefed up the six-speed manual transmission (a twin-clutch automatic is still a couple of years away). And they programmed a rev-matching mode that sets the RPMs when you downshift, eliminating the need to heel-and-toe.

And, of course, they doctored the electronics. Along with the standard Normal, Eco, and Sport modes, there’s an “N” mode, which sets every parameter (suspension, steering, throttle response, rev matching, sound enhancement, relaxed stability control) to the max, along with a custom “N” mode that lets you set each parameter to your liking.

Hyundai also developed two flavors of the car: The basic Veloster N develops 250 horsepower and rides on 18-inch wheels shod with Michelin Pilot Super Sport tires; the Performance Package increases horsepower to 275 (torque remains unchanged at 260 lb-ft, though the peak rev range stretches 700 rpm higher) and adds bigger brakes, 19-inch wheels, specially-developed Pirelli P-Zero tires, an electronic limited-slip differential, and a valve in the muffler that opens up the exhaust in N-mode. The results, as with any good performance car, are way better than the sum of the parts.

We began the morning with a Performance Package car on the roads just outside Thunderhill. You could happily spend the entire day enjoying the fusillade of pops from the exhaust during gearshifts, but duty called and a clear patch of road beckoned, so the Veloster N pushed onward: 100 MPH in fourth gear and no drama from the suspension.

The ride is hard as a rock when the suspension is in its stiffest setting, causing the car to bounce like a 10-year-old Honda Civic with chopped springs. Softer settings provide a ride that is surprisingly comfortable; in fact, perhaps few cars offer so much differentiation. Go ahead and setup N Custom with full noise activated, rev matching on, soft suspension, and lighter steering—with the big “N” button featured prominently on the steering wheel, right by the driver’s right thumb, it was easy to flick between the two, turning the super-stiff ride on and off at will.

We found several bumpy corners and hit them as fast as seemed prudent, but nothing threw the Veloster off its line. That said, it would be nice if the quick-ratio steering wasn’t quite so quick, at least right off-center; the car isn’t exactly twitchy in a straight line, but it’s close.

Another cool discovery: Selecting Normal mode causes the car to go soft and silent, to the point you may as well be driving a base-model Veloster. This ability to morph between weekend racer and weekday commuter is arguably one of the Veloster N’s best features, as anyone who drives a Mini JCW daily might agree—fun is fun, but it isn’t fun all of the time.

Back at Thunderhill on the autocross, Hyundai’s engineers recommended N Custom mode with the softer suspension setting. The tight turns proved the mettle of the electronic limited-slip diff: the Veloster’s unit kept the inside-front tire in check without any noticeable power loss. However, any hopes for a little power-off oversteer (a rarity in front-drivers, but the Focus ST does it), evaporated quickly.

Finally, it was time for the track. For those unfamiliar, Thunderhill Raceway is a horror show of blind crests, way-off-camber turns, and big, fast sweepers. Here, the Veloster N showed its flexibility and raw talent. Power and chassis felt well matched, and the stiff suspension kept the chassis strapped down tight—very nice for those panicky moments when the pavement went in an unexpected direction. The rev-matching feature was a real boon, making for the easiest downshifts this side of a paddle. And the grip—oh, man, the grip! Thunderhill has several turns that can be taken at generous speeds, and the Pirelli rubber kept the Veloster glued to the track. The cars designated for on-circuit driving were fitted with track-ready brake pads, available from Hyundai dealers, and though the pedal softened a bit, braking action remained consistent and strong.

By the end of the day, the inkling present from the very beginning had proven to be legitimate: The Veloster N is the real deal, a serious hot hatch that can run with the best.

Let’s compare it to the heavy hitters: VW GTI and Golf R, Honda Civic Si and Type R, Mini Cooper S and JCW, Ford Focus ST and RS. Styling-wise, some will certainly consider the Hyundai the winner: Its sports-car stance, tasteful red trim, and reasonably restrained rear wing make the Honda and Ford look childish and the VWs look too subtle. (The Minis are a toss-up, since a billion customization options let the owner pick how it looks.) Power-wise, the Hyundai comes up right in the middle between the 200 and 300 hp cars, though its engine loses a few points to the rev-happy Hondas. Biermann reminded us the Veloster N’s engine is “nothing special,” Hyundai’s work-a-day 2.0T with the boost turned up, and it shows. But the Performance Package wins those points back for its delicious exhaust note.

In terms of handling, it’s likely a toss-up for a lot of drivers. It would be nice if the Veloster was as easy to rotate as the Focus ST, and the front-drive Civic Type R continuously amazes us with its ability to run with the all-wheel-drive cars—the best being the Golf R, which seems to give its driver a day pass from the laws of physics. The Veloster N doesn’t quite generate that level of magic, but its electronic limited-slip diff works well and it shakes off the abuse of the track like a pro. It’s not out of its depth in such esteemed company, that’s for sure.

Hyundai hadn’t announced pricing at the time of our drive, but it said the Veloster N will come in at less than $28,000, including destination fee, while Performance Package cars will list for less than $30k. Consider that the 220-hp 2018 VW GTI starts at $27,310, and the 2018 Civic Type R lists for $35,595, and the Veloster N is one hell of a performance bargain. Perhaps it isn’t so hard to believe this is a Hyundai, after all.

The Korean manufacturer has promised even more, with additional full-on N models coming, along with an N-Line trim package for most of its cars, and racy N accessories for all. A promising future, but if the whole shebang stopped with the Veloster N, we’d be perfectly happy. This is an honest performance hatchback from the last place we expected, and it’s bound to change enthusiasts’ opinion of the brand.

2019 Hyundai Veloster N Specifications

ON SALE  Early 2019 PRICE $30,000 (est) ENGINE 2.0L turbocharged DOHC 16-valve I-4 /275 hp @ 6,000 rpm, 260 lb-ft @ 1,450-4,700 rpm TRANSMISSION 6-speed manual LAYOUT 3-door, 4-passenger, front-engine, FWD hatchback EPA MILEAGE 22/28 mpg (city/hwy) L x W x H 167.9 x 71.3 x 54.9 in WHEELBASE 104.3 in WEIGHT 3,117 lb 0-60 MPH 6.0 sec (est) TOP SPEED  155 mph

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