#No their calling trina a nice to look at little girl which is some how weirder than calling her ugly

[bitchfitch]

I just found out I've heard 'comely' be used sarcastically so often that i just straight up didn't know what it actually meant. I thought it meant ugly in a plain or mousy way. No it means 'nice to look at'

[taestefully-in-luv]

Always You | JJK (Drabble#5)

Summary: You suddenly feel so insecure before leaving for Japan.

Pairing: Always You!Jungkook x female reader

Genre: angst, smut, fluff

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings: mutual masturbation, unprotected sex,

Notes: This is set before OC leaves for Japan! Remember requests for drabble ideas are open! Lets chat:)

taglist: @seagulljk @fancycollectormoon © taestefully-in-luv

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You could get used to this for the rest of your life…snuggled up in Jungkook’s arms while lying in bed on a lazy Saturday night. You listen to him as he talks about a new project he’s working on for work…he speaks so animatedly, constantly talking with his hands. You giggle to yourself as he gets so excited speaking about some new scenes he gets to edit and he drops his hands to your body.

“What?” he pouts, “Why are you laughing at me?”

“Nothing.” You sing, “You’re just too cute.”

“I’m going to miss this.” Jungkook says softly, “Just lying here with you.”

“Me too, but a year will fly by.”

“So you say to make us feel better.” Jungkook rolls his eyes. “It’s going to feel like forever and you know it.”

“Then I get two forever’s with you?”

“You’re so cheesy.” Jungkook chuckles and you hit his arm.

“You’re literally way cheesier than I am.” You turn over in his embrace and snuggle into his chest, nuzzling your face into his thiddies.

“Debatable.” He squeezes your body into his and sighs out. “I—”

You feel your phone buzzing on the nightstand and you groan at the inconvenience. Who is interrupting your precious time with your man?

“Ignore it.” Jungkook smiles, “If it’s important they’ll call again.”

“Good idea.” You nuzzle further into his chest. “It’s just you and m—”

Your phone starts going off again and you roll your eyes, releasing yourself from Jungkook’s hold as you check to see who the hell is calling.

“It’s Jimin.” You whine, “It’s always Jimin.”

“Answer it.” Jungkook chuckles.

“Hello?.......uh huh…..what?........ugh…..okay….well, what happened though?......oh damn, alright.” You speak into the phone and Jungkook is trying to listen in and he’s mouthing ‘put it on speaker’ to you, so you do.

“…And I told her! It’s your fault babe! But you know how Trina is. Anyway she needs us.” Jimin’s loud voice is heard on speaker.

“It has to be tonight?” you whine.

“Girl, she’s already at the bar. I’m on my way there now.”

“Fuck, alright. Be there in 30.” You hang up the phone and give Jungkook an apologetic look.

“Trina and Holly got into a fight and Trina is spiraling because she’s dramatic and claims she needs to get wasted tonight to forget about their fight.” You explain. “So we are going to meet her and Jimin at The Circle.”

“That places drinks are expensive though.” Jungkook looks disappointed to say the least. “Why do I have to go anyway? Why can’t you and Jimin just console her?”

“I’ll suck your dick right now if you come with me.” You offer with a wiggle of your brows.

“Okay, deal.” He says quickly with a cocky grin. “Making deals with you is so fun.”

~~~~~~

“Wait, you’re fighting because of … those?” your eyes travel down to Trina’s chest where you can see her freshly pierced nipples through her thin t shirt.

“Personally, I love them.” Jimin shrugs with a sly smile.

“Why doesn’t Holly like them? I wouldn’t think she would have a problem?” you ask and Trina hits her head on the bar top.

“It’s because I was dressed like this all day and we were supposed to meet her parents…she doesn’t want me to meet her parents looking like this.” Trina says with an eye roll. “Which is stupid. I don’t need her parents approval. But she’s worried what they might think.”

“Isn’t that kind of…fair?” you point out and both Trina and Jimin look at you with disbelief.

“Fair?” Trina spits out, “They’re just piercings!”

“Yeah y/n!” Jimin defends too, “Come on, its 2021.”

“It just seems like a useless thing to fight about.” You admit softly, you reach for Trina’s hand, “Ever heard of compromise?”

“Where’s her compromise?” Trina asks with a raised brow.

“Okay, fair.” You say, defeated. “Let’s just get you drunk.”

“Now you are finally starting to make sense.” Jimin says with a grin. “I’ll order the first round of shots.”

Your hand goes to Jungkook’s thigh as he sits next to you just listening to all of your conversations. He looks your way and offers you a sweet smile and you squeeze his thigh. Jungkook takes this opportunity to lean over and kiss you.

“Can you not rub your relationship in my sad face right now?” Trina groans.

“Whoops sorry.” You say with a sheepish grin. “We can tone it down” and Jungkook frowns.

A couple hours pass and Trina is starting to have fun, she’s on the dance floor with Jimin as they rock their bodies to the beat of the song. She looks a lot calmer and happier and that makes you smile.

“Jungkook?”

You hear a soft, feminine voice slice through the loud music, you turn your head to see a girl that looks quite familiar making her way over to your boyfriend.

“Woah, Ari!” Jungkook stands up, a bright smile on his face.

“I thought it was you!” she says, coming up to him and wrapping her arms around his neck as she goes in for a hug. You feel your chest get hit with a wave of anxiety. Who is she? Why do you recognize her?

“Yeah, it’s me.” He hugs her back and you watch as discomfort crawls all over your skin.

“You look so good, wow.” This Ari girl grabs a feel of Jungkook’s bicep and he turns pink. Is he fucking blushing? You clear your throat. And both of them look in your direction.

“This is y/n.” Jungkook smiles at you, his hands gesturing towards you and Ari raises a single brow.

“Right, you’re roommate.”

“Actually, his girl—”

“So Jungkook, we should definitely catch up. You still have my number right?” She winks at him and you want to throw hands.

“Yeah, I do.” He admits, “I—”

“I’m his girlfriend.” You cut in, “In case you didn’t know. Which I am just going to assume you didn’t, also can you take your hand off my boyfriends arm?”

Ari steps back, clearly embarrassed.

“Sorry I—”

“Also could you just leave us alone?” You chuckle bitterly and Jungkook goes red.

“y/n…” his warning tone making you shudder. “What’s—”

“Like, now.” You shoo her away with your hand and she stutters out that she’s sorry again before walking away.

You grab your drink and chug it back, staring at the dance floor with a blank expression.

“What the hell was that?” Jungkook finally asks, anger evident in his voice.

“I should be asking you the same thing.” You snap your head in his direction. “Want to tell me why she looks so familiar?”

“We…we use to sleep together.” He admits. “but why the hell were you so rude?”

“Because she was feeling you up. Which you didn’t stop her by the way. And call me crazy but it looks like you were blushing.”

“Okay, you are crazy. I wasn’t blushing. I was just embarrassed.” He says. “I was going to introduce you as my girlfriend.”

“Really? When? Before or after she tries to get in your pants again?”

Jungkook’s face falls and he’s grabbing his whiskey and throwing it back.

“She wouldn’t have the opportunity to get in my pants. You know that.”

“Do I?”

“y/n…” he says softly, “I would never cheat on you.”

“How am I supposed to believe that when you can’t even reject an old fling? Is this how it’s going to be when I’m in Japan? Every single girl you’ve previously fucked is going to make a pass at you and you’re too nice to say ‘fuck off’?”

“Every girl I’ve?” Jungkook looks at you incredulously. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“What? It’s not my fault you’ve slept with half the city. I’ve gotta be worried about every girl who comes to talk to you? Because you’ve probably fucked them right?” you spit out, the alcohol finally starting to have its effects on you.

“Careful y/n.” Jungkook warns, “You’re saying things you don’t mean.”

“But I do mean them?” you laugh. “What’s it going to be like when I’m in Japan?”

“You shouldn’t have to worry about that because you trust me.” Jungkook says but it sounds more like a question. “You do trust me, right?”

“I—”

“We have bigger problems if you don’t trust me, y/n.” he stands from his bar stool and looks at you with a pained expression. “I’m going home.”

You sit at the bar, feeling fucking bothered. You’re too angry to feel bad about Jungkook right now. You feel hot with irritation. Trina makes her way to you and notices your sour expression.

“…You literally shood her away?” Trina is trying not to laugh but can’t help it. “Damn, savage.”

“Was that too far?” You groan into your hands, “Jungkook is pissed.”

“You’re being insecure y/n.” Trina looks at you with a soft expression, she’s trying to be gentle with you. “Like, hella insecure.”

“Sure I got a little jealous….”

“Bitch, you told me you told him he slept with the whole city.” Trina points out, “You probably hurt his feelings. Making him feel like a lil slut and shit.”

“He said I don’t trust him.”

“Do you?”

“Of course I do! It’s the girls I don’t trust!”

“Weak argument.”

“Trina…”

“Listen, you need to work this out, pronto. You leave in 10 days girl. You need to make sure you can trust your boyfriend when you’re in another country. And he needs to feel like you trust him.”

You know Trina is right. She usually is. You look at her with worry before you speak.

“I can work it out with him tomorrow, right now we are focusing on you having fun.”

“Oh girl, I didn’t tell you? Me and Holly worked it out.” She laughs. “Compromise, remember?”

“Proud of you.” You blow her a kiss and grab your phone and purse.

“I’ll text you, tell Jimin bye and love him.”

Trina nods her head and waves you off, you get up from your stool and head towards the bars exit.

~~~~~~

“Jungkook?” you creep through the front door to find the living room lamp lit up and Jungkook’s dark figure sitting on the couch.

“Jungkook?” you walk closer to him and he sighs out heavily.

“Let’s talk.” He whispers. “Now.”

You nod your head quickly and take a seat next to him on the sofa, you leave some space though.

“Okay.” You breathe out. “Let’s talk.”

“I don’t want to fight.” He warns. “Let’s be mature.”

“Okay.”

“What the fuck was that at the bar?” he says calmly. “You were being…”

“Don’t say crazy.”

“Well? What do you expect me to say? I’ve rarely seen that side of you.” He says, his breathing beginning to pick up. “You embarrassed me!” he admits, sighing out.

“You let her touch you.”

“It was fucking harmless.”

“Oh? That’s harmless? She was getting a feel for your muscles? And that’s harmless?” you spit out harshly. “Think of it this way,” you give him an unimpressed look. “You would absolutely not stand for it if we were in each others positions.”

Jungkook gulps. It’s true…he would be going crazy himself, he probably would have punched a dude if he was touching you too long.

“You’re a fucking hypocrite.” You snap. “You absolutely would hate this.”

“You don’t trust me…” Jungkook says softly. “You think I’ve slept with every girl I meet…”

“Haven’t you?” You ask bitterly. “Wouldn’t surprise me.”

Jungkook face falls into a deep frown, he’s hurt. He looks hurt. He is hurt.

“Stop trying to hurt me because you’re mad.” He tries to say a little more sternly but there’s hurt in his voice.

“What number am I?”

“y/n…Don’t do that.” Jungkook scrunches his face up. “Don’t start this.”

“You know all the guys I’ve slept with.” You point out, “But I have no idea how many women you’ve hooked up with. What number am I?”

“Don’t.” he scoots a little closer to you, “It doesn’t matter.” He tries, “You’re the last person I will ever sleep with.”

“Until I’m far away in Japan and there’s no one to stop you from fucking some random—”

“Enough.” Jungkook’s voice cuts in sharp, causing you to flinch. “For fucks sake, y/n.” he stands up, frustrated. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he’s turning red.

“What’s wrong with me?” you yell, “You’re the one who doesn’t know how to keep it in his pants!”

“Why the fuck are you being so insecure? Have I ever made you feel like you weren’t good enough for me? You’re all I want, y/n. But you’re being crazy.” Jungkook takes a seat again, his head falling in his hands.

“Stop calling me crazy!” You cry out, “And understand that tonight you did very little to stop a girl from hitting on you! Right in front of me! How will you be when I’m not around?” you feel your eyes burning and soon, you’re starting to cry. Only because you’re so angry.

“She wasn’t hitting on me!” he yells, “And if she was, I didn’t notice because it does not matter! I only have eyes for you!”

“We just aren’t seeing eye to eye.” You state, wiping your face.

“Clearly not.”

“There’s no point in talking then.” You stand up and head to the bedroom, slamming the door shut. Jungkook guesses he’s sleeping on the couch tonight.

An hour or so passes and Jungkook is still sitting in his spot on the sofa. Just thinking. Why are you being so insecure? He guesses you are feeling more uneasy about leaving for Japan that you’ve led on. You are worried about all the girls that will talk to him, touch him, ask to hang out. And what if…he groans into his hands. He’s just trying to see your point of view and understand you. But in his eyes this just comes down to you not trusting him and that hurts.

Jungkook stands up and walks to your bedroom, he slowly creeps open the door just to find you quietly crying in bed.

“Baby…” Jungkook calls out for you softly and you freeze.

“Leave me alone.” You mumble.

Jungkook walks closer to the bed with a frown drawn on his face, he sits on the edge of the bed and begins rubbing your back.

“I’m sorry.” He says softly.

“For what? You didn’t do anything wrong, remember?” you ask bitterly while sniffling.

“I thought a lot about it and I think I understand where you’re coming from now.” He continues to rub your back. “Will you turn around and look at me?” he asks. You shake your head over and over, denying his request.

“Why not?”

“I’ve been crying.” You admit. “I look ugly.”

“That’s impossible. You’re the prettiest person on the planet.”

“You’re saying there’s someone prettier on a different planet?” you half joke as you sit up.

“Okay, pretties person in the universe.” His hand reaches towards your face and he caresses your cheek.

“I’m sorry I was rude to her…” you finally say, “Actually, not really. But I am sorry that I embarrassed you.”

“I guess I’ll take it.” Jungkook chuckles. “please just tell me you trust me.” His voice is pleading and it makes you guilty.

“I do baby.” You grab on to his hand that caresses your cheek. “I’m sorry I made you feel like I don’t.”

“You’re just scared of being so far away from me right?”

“Yes…” you finally admit, “I do feel insecure…I just don’t know how to deal with it.”

“Have I ever made you feel like I wouldn’t be faithful to you?”

Your eyes widen at his question and you begin to frantically shake your head and he chuckles.

“Then trust me. With your whole heart and soul. Just trust me.” Jungkook smiles, “I will reassure you every day if I have to. That you’re the only one I see, the only one I want.”

“I’m scared.”

“Of what?” he asks, his brows pulled together.

“Going long distance. You know how many couples break up because of it?”

“Not us.” He says, “You’re my best friend y/n. We can literally get through everything together.” He assures you.

“You won’t have sex for months at a time…” your eyes fall to the bed, “What if you get—”

“Oh my god.” He laughs, “Do you think I am some sort of sex addict?”

“No, no. Well, maybe.” You joke. “I just don’t want you to—”

“I can handle it, Jeez.” His hand falls to your lap and takes your hand in his, “Love of my life, remember?”

“Yeah.” You whisper.

Jungkook leans forward until his lips are touching yours, but he doesn’t kiss you yet. “I love you.” He says softly then he’s putting pressure on your lips in a long kiss. Your hands immediately go to his hair, you softly tug on his locks as you kiss him back.

“We should sleep?” You whisper, pulling away.

“I don’t feel like sleeping” Jungkook goes in to kiss you again, his lips moving hotly against yours. You can feel his desperation with the way his tongue quickly finds its way in your mouth.

“I want you to touch yourself.” Jungkook says against your lips so suddenly making you gasp.

“W-What?”

“You’ll be touching yourself a lot while you’re in Japan because I’m not there, get used to it.”

“Jungkook…”

“I want to watch you touch yourself.” He says again. “I want you to take these little shorts off, and touch yourself. I want you to rub your pussy over your panties, then I want to watch you slip these pretty little fingers inside.” Jungkook breathes out heavily as he speaks. “Can you do that for me baby?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.” He kisses your lips again, “And I want your legs nice and spread for me, giving me the perfect view.”

“Yes.” You lean back in bed shimmying your shorts off leaving you in nothing but your underwear and a tank top. You release a long, long breath and move your hand down to your hips…you look at Jungkook like you’re seeking permission. He nods his head slowly as his dark eyes gaze into yours.

“Go ahead baby.” He breathes out, “Show me what you’re going to do when I’m not around.”

You fingers slide over the material of your cotton panties, until you’re finding the spot that is most sensitive. You start rubbing slow, slow circles over it and you tilt your head back in satisfaction. Your anger sure made you frustrated.

“Good girl….let me know when your panties start to get really damp.”

“They are.” You admit shyly. “Want to feel?”

“No baby. This is all you. But I do want you to take them off. Wanna see how wet you are with my own eyes.”

You lift yourself up and drag down your underwear, leaving your bottom half bare.

“Spread your legs. Want to see how sticky you are.”

You gulp, but you listen. You slowly begin to spread your legs apart as Jungkook watches, your wetness stringing from one side of your folds to the other. He licks his lips, god, he wants to just eat you up.

“Fuck…” he breathes out heavily. “Gather all that,” he points to your pussy, “And get your fingers soaked. Then stick two fingers inside.”

Your fingers go back to your center, gathering your juices before you’re sliding two fingers inside your desperate hole. You groan when you insert the fingers and Jungkook smiles.

“Go ahead, start fucking yourself.” Jungkook palms himself over his jeans. “And be loud.”

You start to slowly thrust your fingers in and out of your hole, the squelching noises begins to fill the room along with your whimpers.

“Jungkook…” you whine, “Please touch me.”

“Not yet baby.” He says, still rubbing his cock over his jeans. “I’m just enjoying the view.”

“Pull your cock out, let me see it.” You command and Jungkook’s eyes expand in pleasant surprise.

“My cock turn you on?”

“Fuck yes.”

“Even just seeing it?”

“Yes.” You start to move your fingers faster, curling them every few moments.

“Whatever you want, princess.” He unbuttons his jeans and pulls them down to his thighs and drags his briefs down just low enough that his cock is making an appearance. It stands tall, hard and swollen.

“Oh Jungkook.” You cry out.

“What is it baby?” he smirks.

“Just enjoying the view.” You playfully throw his words back at him and he grins at you.

“Can I touch my clit?”

“This is all you baby, of course. What would you do if I weren’t here?”

Your fingers leave your cunt and you’re quickly rubbing tight, focused circles on your bundle of nerves and you throw your head back, and moan out in pleasure. Then you lift your head and gaze at Jungkook’s painfully hard cock.

“I can’t come without you.” You whine, “I need you.”

“You can. You gotta get used to it baby.”

“Jungkook….”

“I’ll give you an image to think of when you are touching yourself in Japan.” He says, he brings his hand to his mouth and spits in his palm, then he’s grabbing a hold of his member, slathering his saliva all over it, getting it nice and wet. He begins stroking his cock for you, as he screw his eyes shut and starts rubbing faster and faster.

You stare at him with eyes full of lust as you circle your clit faster and faster. You feel the tension building until it finally hits you. You release moan after moan as you come. Jungkook opens his eyes and watches you as you come undone, he smiles and nods his head in approval.

“Good girl. Good girl.”

You feel high just off his praises alone. Your fingers leave your clit and you crawl closer to him, your hand reaching for his face as you suddenly push your fingers past his pretty lips.

“Taste me.” You command and he looks up at you with big doe eyes and begins sucking your fingers clean. You make your way on to his lap and start kissing him ferociously, your tongue forcing its way into his mouth, he tangles his with yours just as quickly. His hands gripping at your hips as you grind down onto his hard length.

“ooof” he sighs out when he feels your wet folds grinding into his member. “How needy are you?”

“You just made me come by my own fingers when I have you right in front of me, that’s mean. Was this a punishment?” you breathe out and he darkly chuckles.

“I’m not trying to punish you baby.” He kisses all over your face.

“Felt like it.” You say, your tone shifting into something sad.

“Hey.” He tilts your head up with his fingers, “I’m not mad at you anymore. We worked it out.” He softly reminds you.

“But I still feel…” You look to the side and he sighs.

“Baby,” he slowly kisses your lips until he’s nibbling at your jaw. “You have nothing to worry about, I promise.” He leaves soft kisses down your neck, his lips caressing your skin tenderly. “You are the only one for me.” He promises while nibbling on your throat. “You can trust me.” He’s sucking into your skin now, no doubt marking you. “Can you trust me?”

You rotate your head as it falls backwards, giving him more access to your skin as you breathe out roughly.

“Yes.” You say breathlessly. “I trust you.”

“Good.” He’s lifting you off his body and setting you down on the bed gently, your head lightly bouncing off the pillow. He guides you by the arm to sit up, and he’s lifting your tank top off your body. He stares at you breasts and licks his lips until he’s groaning.

“Remind me one of these days to fuck your tits.”

“Why not right now?” you wink and Jungkook looks at you softly with a small smile adorning his face.

“Because right now I am going to make love to you.”

You feel your cheeks flush at his words, your stomach filling with tens of millions of butterflies. They all take off at the same time, a whole swarm of them, flying around making you feel a million things.

“M-Make love?”

“Oh baby, I am going to make you feel like the most special person in the universe.” He promises.

Jungkook stands up and removes his clothing, leaving him naked in front of you. His muscles have no doubt grown, his waist is tiny and his thighs, god, his meaty, muscular thighs…you basically drool at the sight. How the fuck did you get this lucky? You start to feel insecure again, like maybe you aren’t good enough for him? He’s so fucking hot and you’re…you.

“Why you frowning baby?” he crawls over your body, pinning you down. “I only want to see you smile.”

“You’re so hot, Jungkook.” You say more seriously, “Maybe…”

“Don’t say something stupid.”

“It’s just…”

“Nope, don’t wanna hear it.” He leans down and pecks your lips. “You’re hotter.” He says simply and you blush. “Your beautiful lips…your eyes…your cute nose…” he kisses each body part as he talks. “Your tits.” He smirks, leaning down until he’s grabbing a handful of your breast and he takes a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the hardening bud. He releases himself from your boob and leans back up to kiss your lips.

“And your cute tummy.” He slides down your body until he’s kissing the skin of your stomach. “And fuck, your hips drive me insane.” He says gripping at them until his lips find your hip bone and he’s sucking bruises.

“And this perfect, perfect pussy.” He says, lowering himself further until his face is only an inch away from your heat. “Can I have a little taste?” he asks with his big doe eyes and you nod.

“Thank you.” And he’s slipping his tongue between your folds and tasting you. You release a long moan when he does this.

“So delicious.” He says, making his way back up your body. “Think you can take my cock right now?”

“Yes.” You practically rush to get out, “Fuck, yes.”

Jungkook slides his cock between your folds before he’s slapping his cock on your pussy.

“You really think you can take this cock?”

“Yes, Jungkook. Please.”

“My perfect girl wants me to make love to her, right?” he says more softly, “Wants to feel me inside.”

“Yes.” You moan out, “Yes!”

Suddenly, the feel of Jungkook’s length entering your body causes fire to shoot through you. Maybe you should have let him stretch you out. But the burn feels incredible. He enters you very slowly, as not to hurt you. His hands find yours and once he bottoms out he’s lifting your interlocked fingers above your head.

“My perfect girl.” He breathes out heavily, “You feel so fucking good.”

“You feel even better.” You choke out. “Amazing.”

His chest is heaving against yours, his body crushing you but you don’t care, his cock inside you has you going crazy.

“You are my favorite person.” He says as he starts slowly thrusting into you, his cock sliding in and out of your wet pussy. His hips meet yours softly as he carefully grinds into you. His thrusts are so controlled it is making you lose yourself.

“And I would do anything for you.” He whispers on your lips, “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He begins kissing you, his lips moving over yours slowly.

“You’re so so gorgeous.” He whines as he starts fucking you a little faster, his hips still grinding into you deliciously. Then his lips are back on yours again, his tongue very sloppily dancing with yours.

The sound of his skin slapping yours and his loud, loud moans starts to echo in your ears. You begin to release higher pitched moans in his mouth and he swallows them down happily. Jungkook pulls away from your lips to gaze into your eyes, his lips parted as he whines in pleasure.

“Ahhh baby.” He continues to stare down at you with lust filled eyes, “Feels so good.” His eyes threaten to shut in pleasure but he manages to keep them open and on you.

“No one can compare to you…” he moans, “I am so, so”

He starts thrusting faster, “So in love with you.” He brings your hands down and detangles his fingers and his hand moves to cup your jaw and he’s kissing you again, so lovingly, so passionately. His hips slap into yours quickly as he starts to lose his control of his movements as the pleasure builds up.

You reach your hand between your bodies and start massaging his balls and he whines out loud, a loud and long moan. He starts fucking faster and harder now. His pleasure building so fucking fast.

“Can you come from my cock alone? Or do you need my fingers baby?”

“Your cock, I want to cream all over it.” You moan.

“Yeah? And you want me to come inside you, right? You want to clench around me so hard, milking me dry of my cum?”

“Yes!” You scream, “I need your cum!”

“Yeah, you need this cum of mine to survive right?”

“Yes baby!”

“You need this cum?” He lifts one of your legs up over his shoulder, and leans down close to kiss you again. This angle has his dick brushing against every fucking spot that makes your toes curl.

“Come for me my love.” You beg, “I will come with you.”

“You’re the love of my life, of course you will.” He starts fucking you deeper, making you roll your eyes to the back of your head. You fondle his balls some more and he’s losing it, absolutely losing it.

“Gonna fuck my cum so deep into your pussy baby. That’s okay right?” he’s breathless as his hips slam into you.

“Fucking please!” You beg, your orgasm right around the corner, you can feel it building and building. You feel your mind go hazy, like you’re drunker than you’ve ever been. The pleasure so intense as the band inside you snaps.

“Aaaahhh.” You scream out as your orgasm hits you, “Fuck fuck fuck fuck.”

Jungkook looks into your eyes as he continues to thrust inside you, his own orgasm approaching as you squeeze his cock through yours. His thrusts turn sloppy as he hurries to lean down to start kissing you while he finally releases his cum. He breathes heavily into your mouth as he comes into you. His hips finally stilling when he leans back from kissing you with a dopey smile on his face.

“I love you so much.” He sighs out before slipping his cock out of you, “You always feel so amazing.” He admits between heavy breaths. “I’m so glad you were made for me and me only.”

You calm your own breaths as you come down from your high, your legs still shaking. You smile up at your boyfriend and caress his cheek lovingly.

“I’m the only one for you, right?” you ask quietly and Jungkook smiles sweetly, leaning down to peck your lips.

“Yes baby.” He smiles, “The only one for me.”

[majesticbrownjawn]

Delicate

Violet reluctantly goes to a house party with her bestie. Meets Erik. Is subsequently turned out. 😩

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"So you coming girl? It's gon be lots of niggas there."

"I'm good. I'm not tryna meet no niggas. I'm tryna meet a man."

Violet was thirty-three and far past the time for games. She was focused and didn't want a man to come and throw her off her game. That's what her 20s had been for and she'd left them behind almost four years ago.

"I need you to be my wingman though. Pleaseeeeee."

"Fine. I'll come, but I'm driving and just know I'm leaving yo ass when I'm ready to go."

Three hours later she was in her car listening to Siri giving her directions to the kickback.

"Girl, where the hell we going?"

"Uhhhhh..." Trina knew if she'd told Violet where the party was, she wouldn't have come. She loved her friend, but she could be uptight and snooty.

"Um, hello. I'm not talking to Siri's ass, Trina.

"Oakland," she squeaked.

"Trina!"

"I know. But I really wanted to come. This is Devante's best friend's party and I didn't want to go alone. I won't know anyone else there."

Trina was the opposite of Violet in that she was blinded by her desire for companionship. Most times she'd end up hurt or used, or both, only to make the same mistake with the next guy. Devante seemed to be a little better, but Violet hadn't met him yet, so she couldn't say for sure. Violet had a keen intuition and she rarely read people wrong. She was eager to see what Devante was all about.

Violet looked at the GPS and saw they only had about 10 minutes left on their ride. If they hadn't been so close, she would have turned back in the direction of her condo.

They pulled up to the home and compared to the others on the block, it looked out of place. It was, well, nice. No doubt an anomaly among the rest of what comes to mind of what people like Violet might think stereotypical Oakland looks like.

Violet groaned when she realized they'd have to park about a block down the street. Cars lined the area and she hoped the people who drove those cars weren't in the same place they were headed. It was a futile hope and as they got closer, the smell of ganja overwhelmed them. They were hit with another wave when they opened the door to the home.

"You're paying to get my hair washed, Trina!"

Violet was forced to yell in her friend's ear. Music was blaring from a wall of speakers to her right. It was artistic in a way. They resembled something she'd seen at a museum last summer in Brooklyn.

The pair weaved through the crowd of people. Some looked like Oakland natives, some looked like hipsters, others looked like something else entirely. It was just mid-afternoon but there were already people here and there passed out drunk.

A group of older men sat around playing spades and cracking jokes at each other. The sight was strange, down to the cheap fold away table. The house was immaculately decorated and the table just didn't fit in. Violet figured one of the men probably brought it with them. Maybe they lived just on the other side of this house on a block that looked more like the Oakland she saw on TV. She and Trina squeezed around the men to enter the kitchen, where they found Devante, but more importantly for Violet—drinks. She was already eager to leave and they'd just arrived. She meant what she said about leaving when she got fed up, but it wouldn't have been fair to tell her best friend she was ready to go now. Especially not after she saw the way Trina and Devante made heart eyes at each other.

"What up doe? I'm Devante." He extended his hand to her and she took it hesitantly.

The first thing she noticed was his strong accent. He was an Oakland native. Devante also wasn't yelling. The kitchen was far away enough from the speakers that one could have a conversation without risking losing their voice from screaming. They talked for about 20 minutes, but it was a one-sided dialogue that consisted of Violet asking him questions and him answering. He took her interrogation in stride, responding patiently and thoughtfully. At the end of it, she decided he was corny as fuck. But in a good way, kinda like Nick Cannon, but with a West Coast vibe. Her gut told her he was OK, for now. She wasn't interested in watching the two of them carry on like teenagers, so she made her way out of the kitchen and back out into the crowd.

She quickly regretted her decision as she was tossed about in the sea of people. She held her drink close to her chest, a strategy she hoped would save the Henny in her red Solo cup. Violet huffed as she finally made it to the front porch and glanced inside. There was a corner left and she scowled at it like that would magically refill it. She shotted the remaining liquid and licked what was left of the spillage from her index and middle fingers.

"Damn girl. That's how you feel?"

Violet nearly broke her neck moving her head in the direction of the voice. It came from across the porch. A shadowy figure stood just out of clear view, which was strange because it was still daylight outside. She hadn't noticed before, but the porch was of the wrap around variety and this person stood just as the porch took a turn for the other side of the house.

"Excuse me?" She was embarrassed that someone had seen her, but she'd be damned if she let one of these Oakland dudes shame her.

Shame.

Hmm.

The shadow man took a step forward and revealed himself to be quite interesting. She had a habit of looking at men she met from foot to head. She used to judge a man on his shoes first. She wasn't as shallow as she had once been, but the habit of doing it never went away. He wore a pair of those sock looking sneakers, gray joggers and a fitted long sleeve Henley tee. His thick muscular frame filled in everything beautifully.

To put it simply, he looked good.

"You ain't never been to the Town before, have you?" He took a few more steps into view and sat on an outdoor couch on the opposite side of the porch.

"What town?"

"Guess not," he scoffed.

She scrunched her brows confused and annoyed. She didn't like not knowing something. Was the Town a club? Maybe he thought he'd seen her there befo—

"Oakland. That's what we call Oakland."

Oh.

She watched him as he rolled his sleeves up casually, but there was anything casual about the way his forearms looked. Violet's intuition sensors started going haywire. The alarms in her head were about as loud as the music inside the house.

"Want more?" A sly half grin swept across his face as he tempted her, waving a nearly full fifth of Hennessy at her.

"You looked like you wanted more...the way you were licking those fingers a second ago."

She stared at him, fuming. Even more embarrassed now.

"C'mere."

She didn't want to, those alarms were still warning her to stay away from this man.

But Hennessy.

She took a deep breath as she rose and walked to him. The few steps felt like miles.

"Sit."

Violet plopped to the far end of the outdoor couch.

"Why you all the way over there? You scared?"

Yes.

She hadn't been close to a man this fine since—never, actually. He was the finest man she'd ever laid eyes on. She was certain of it now that she was up close. The realization made her nervous.

"What's your name babygirl?"

"I'm not your baby or a girl. Are you going to give me some or not?" She raised her empty cup to his face. Her attitude and entitlement was almost unattractive but it was something different than what he was used to. She intrigued him.

He grinned again, shifting closer to her.

"Yea, but first lick your fingers again for me."

Violet yelped at the request. She'd never been asked something so vulgar in such a forward manner, by a complete stranger. Had she not been in the hood and had this man not been so damn fine, she likely would have slapped him and got up to find her friend. She instead just stared at him appalled, offended and anxious.

He crept closer, as close as he could get, approaching her like a jaguar ready to pounce. The shadow man's arm rested behind her head on the back of the couch, the smell of him refusing to be ignored.

Mahogany.

Coconut.

Cedar.

The combination of sweetness and spice made blood rush through her veins like whitewater in a rapid. He leaned into her neck and her eyes fluttered at how close he was. She could feel the heat leaving his body.

"I don't like to repeat myself, babygirl." He rested his hand on the curve of her neck, his thumb rubbed back and forth across the length of her throat. He finally gave her a bit more breathing room, but his hand stayed put.

Violet was a deer in headlights. Completely struck by the situation. His boldness. His beauty. His dominance. And that she was fighting the fact she liked it. She glanced down at her own hand seriously contemplating doing it. Not for the Henny, but because she wanted to please him.

She looked back up at him.

"I-I dunno—"

And suddenly her fingers were in her mouth. He'd grabbed her hand while she was distracted trying to make a decision.

Violet's eyes widened and she let out a soft whimper as he guided her fingers in and out her mouth.

"That's right. Look at me. You got some pretty ass eyes." He spoke his words slowly and carefully, allowing her to see the slugs on his lower canines for the first time.

She cursed herself in her head as she now willingly sucked and licked on her fingers, giving him what he wanted.

After he was satisfied, he removed her fingers from her mouth and studied how wet and blush her lips were now. The thought of sliding his dick between them made him twitch.

"Open up." He tapped the bottle to her lips and gave her a shot's worth before pouring more in her cup. He got up and headed for the front door.

"Where are you going?" Her question sounded desperate. He heard it too, the smug look on his face was a clear indication of such.

"We going back inside. C'mon."

Violet sprung up like a weed. She was surprised to see his hand outstretched to her. She didn't want to take it so easily, but she knew the mass of people standing around on the other side of the door would likely separate them if she didn't. She held his hand and marveled at how warm it was. She felt this odd sense of comfort holding it.

Violet's gaze then became fixed on his arms and those scars. She moved her hand above his wrist and gently padded the first few rows on his forearm. The touch made him jerk his head back at her and the look he gave scared her enough to move her hand back to his and keep it there.

She noticed her and Shadow Man's walk was much easier than hers and Trina's. People seemed to move out of his way as he approached them. Some moved out of the way with a look of awe, it seemed. Or was it respect? Maybe even fear? His stride was smooth and confident as he parted the crowd like Moses and she wondered just what she was doing with him. What possessed her to follow him in here, holding his hand? What did he have planned for her?

She was relieved when they approached that table with the men playing cards. Maybe they were headed for the kitchen and Trina could talk some sense into her.

"Y'all old niggas still playing? Ain't it time for y'all to report back to the nursing home?" The table erupted in laughter. Violet even snickered to herself a bit. The Shadow Man had a sense of humor it seemed.

"If you don't get yo' mop head ass outta here, E," one of the old men replied.

Another gentleman threatened to 'whoop his ass' like they used to for wearing that size ‘smedium’ shirt.

"Watch ya mouf unc!" Shadow Man joked. Or was it E? The first man called him E. It should've mattered. She didn't plan on telling him her name anyway.

Violet was disappointed to see that her best friend wasn't in the kitchen. That meant she was on her own in trying to be rational about this situation.

"Why you looking like that?"

She raised a brow at him.

"All worried and shit." He pressed his thumb against the wrinkles between her brows. She was sure he didn't mean for it to be, but the action was calming. She shrugged at him and that seemed to be answer enough.

There were still a few people milling about in the kitchen, but it mostly cleared out when they entered the space. He seemed to know the few stragglers still there and it made her wonder just who he was.

"Who are you?"

He laughed at her question as he leaned on the counter across from her. He was taking too long to answer and her mind raced with the possibilities of who he might be.

"I don't like repeating myself either...E." She took a satisfied swig from her cup.

That'll teach him.

Shadow Man didn't seem to like it though. He quickly stepped to her and forced himself back into her space, clenching his jaws.

"You went to college, huh? Prolly grad school too." Not the response she expected but he was right, nevertheless.

"Yea. And?" She didn't feel as intimidated as she had before.

Had to be the Hennessy.

"You smart." She smiled at his compliment.

"Problem is," he continued, "You think you smarter than me and everybody else in here."

E was also a good read of people. He knew her type and she stuck out like a sore thumb here, but only because of her bougie ass disposition.

"You not though." He cupped her ass firmly.

"See, I know I'm smarter than yo uppity ass...Cuz I knew you'd like my hands on you like this."

He slapped her behind and the sting rang across the kitchen. The short, thin dress she wore did nothing to muffle the sound. She started to look around her to see if anyone was looking but he grabbed her chin, keeping her eyes and focus on him.

"And you weren't smart enough to stay away from me." Her heart pounded. He was telling her everything she knew already.

"Why should I stay away from you?"

"Exactly, babygirl."

What? That's wasn't an applicable answer to her question.

He was watching her lips again, but this time she noticed. His tight little eyelashes blinked slowly at her pout before traveling back up to her 'pretty ass eyes.'

"You wanna kiss me,” she whispered.

"That's a question or a statement?"

"You tell me, since you so smart, E." He slapped her ass again for her sarcastic remark. This time she didn't try to scan the room for a potential audience. She didn't seem to care.

His frame enveloped her, despite her being a good 5'8" and thickly. She rarely felt small but she did now and it was a complete turn on.

One hand on her ass and the other on her face was how he started the kiss. She started it with a gasp. His lips were velvety soft. Her eyes were open at first. She had to make sure he was really kissing her. When she saw his were closed, she followed suit and was thrust into a kiss unlike any kiss she'd had in her life. Who knew thug type niggas kissed like this? It was rough, yet gentle and hot all at the same time. He pulled away from her only after suckling her full lips and finishing their kiss with a surprisingly sweet final peck.

She was stuck there for a moment, eyes still closed and leaning towards him. Until she realized he was gone. She looked back out the kitchen, past the old man card table and saw his short, stiff, dreadlocked ponytail hovering just above the crowd. She darted out the kitchen after him.

She found the courage to muscle through the crowd, because this time she had good reason to. Her own height assisted in her effort to keep an eye on the tips of his locs. Where the fuck was he going? The fact that he'd abruptly left after their kiss made a swell of insecurity rise up in her, yet she continued following him.

Violet felt some relief when she saw him heading up a flight of stairs above her. She hurried to the base of the steps and took a deep breath. She didn't want to be here just an hour ago and now she was following the Shadow Man up the stairs in some stranger's house.

Those pesky sirens in her head were blaring now. She could barely hear her own thoughts.

When she saw him disappear into the darkness of the hallway upstairs, her feet involuntary took the first step, and the one after that, until she found herself at the top looking down into the sea of people below. She continued down the dark hall looking for him. There was a slightly ajar door at the end of it that had a light shining from underneath it.

She pushed the door open slowly. There were sketches and what looked like computer parts all over the room. She gave herself a tour of the room and assessed that whoever lived in this house was probably a genius or at least smart as hell.

Impressive.

She was intrigued to the point that she momentarily forgot about him. When she was done being nosy, she headed for the door, flipped the light off and simultaneously felt two hands around her throat. The strength of the person was terrifying. It had only been a few seconds and she already felt lightheaded. Violet's arms flailed around, trying to grasp the light switch. If she was going to die tonight, she would at least see her killer. They must have sensed her plan and pulled her closer to them.

Mahogany.

Coconut.

Cedar.

"E...," she croaked as her hand made contact with the forearm of her attacker. His raised skin gave him away. She felt relieved that she knew it was him, despite the fact that his grip hadn't loosened around her neck.

"Please...I'm gonna...pass out..." she tapped at his hand and he released her.

"The fuck you doing up here, babygirl?!"

[yetanotheremptypage]

Fic: Kiss Me Once (‘Cause You Know I’ve Had A Long Night)

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SUMMARY: Getting married is more tiring than it looks, but Lara Jean has Peter. Always and forever. (To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before movieverse; spoilers for TATB3)

No one had warned Lara Jean on just how much effort it took to get married. Not the planning— she was proud to say that she had helped plan two weddings prior to her own, so she felt confident in her ability to both get good deals and make it look like something she’d dreamed about at age 10. (And most years since then. But that was beside the point.) No, it was the actual weekend of getting married that she hadn’t been warned about.

Her dad and Trina’s wedding hadn’t been a big to-do, and despite being a bridesmaid, at seventeen, Lara Jean didn’t partake in all the bridal festivities. She did when Margot and Ravi got married a couple years ago, as the maid of honor, so she planned those festivities and had a great time. And most importantly, they happened well before the wedding itself.

Kitty, however, was her maid of honor—a decision made years ago in a three-way spit shake—and while Kitty respected her sister’s more eclectic taste, there was absolutely no way Lara Jean was getting married without an alcohol-fueled bachelorette party. Her younger sister was busy with grad school pretty much straight up to the wedding weekend, and Lara Jean’s bridesmaids were scattered across the country, so she made the decision to have her party two days before getting married. Which was… maybe not her best move.

She woke up on the day of the rehearsal dinner with a pounding headache and a glass of water and an aspirin already waiting on her bedside table. Peter had left for work, a half-day before school went on summer break. He’d gone to Stanford planning to major in history and figure the rest out later, but he took an education class on a whim second semester and absolutely fell in love with it. He got to work at an elementary school as part of the course, and he spent the whole semester talking all about the kids he worked with that day.

Now, he taught sixth grade history and absolutely adored it. In the spring, he coached the boys’ lacrosse team, too, which seemed to give him more stress than teaching. He’d tried to get her to apply for the vacant English position, attempting to bribe her with the chance to eat lunch together every day, but she loved working as an editor at the publishing house she’d been working with since junior year of college, so she declined. She was a little jealous that she had to go straight back to work once they got back from their honeymoon in Korea and he didn’t, but she’d get her revenge come the fall and he had to stay up late grading and writing lesson plans.

Both of her sisters joined her within the hour, equally hungover, to go over the list of everything left to do before she walked down the aisle at 5 PM tomorrow evening on a rooftop overlooking the city. Peter had joked they should get married on the Adler High lacrosse field. She’d seriously considered it for about thirty seconds, but getting married in New York felt more romantic. Not just because it was prettier, but because New York had become their home. It was where they lived together for the first time, where they’d become the people they were today. She wasn’t marrying the Peter she tackled on the track, or that she broke up with in the school parking lot (twice), or even the one she danced with in her dad’s wedding tent. It was only right they get married in the place they'd beaten all the odds on high school relationships. Because marriage was about stepping into the future, promising to grow and evolve for the rest of your life. Not about capturing the past.

And in order to that, she spent her day making sure the out-of-town guests arrived safely, checking over the venue, confirming catering, and praying to make it to the rehearsal—and, most importantly, the rehearsal dinner—in one piece.

Which she did. Barely. She did say “Peter Matthew Covey” when they practiced vows, but she was a little distracted by her little cousin, their flower girl, trying to eat one of the little wads of paper they’d given her to practice throwing down the aisle. (Peter didn't seem to mind, answering to "Covey" for the rest of the weekend.) Dinner was nice, family and friends appearing to get along and lovely toasts from her dad and Peter’s mom. But then Trevor whisked Peter away to their hotel before she even got to properly say goodbye, so she, much to Chris’s displeasure, moped the entire subway ride back to her Peter-less apartment.

He called her around midnight, though, claiming that he couldn’t see her on a voice call so it didn’t ruin anything. She complained about how much her feet hurt from the heels she’d worn and he told her about his day at work. When she woke up the next morning, it was too her alarm blaring under her ear, meaning she fell asleep on the phone. She didn’t even remember doing so, but she had both a ‘Night, Covey’ and a ‘Happy wedding day!’ text from Peter waiting for her when she woke up. Some things never changed.

Her dad cried when he saw her, and he gave her a letter that she was shocked to discover was from her mother. Margot hadn’t mentioned getting one on her wedding day, so she kept hers secret, too, and did her best not to ruin the make-up Gen had spent an hour on. She’d never expected to end college calling Gen one of her best friends, again, but she was immensely glad for it. Chris and Gen still weren’t close, but they’d agreed to a truce for the wedding weekend. Lara Jean still put her other college best friend, Zoey, in between them in the bridesmaid lineup, just to be safe.

Peter cried when he saw her, too, and when he said his vows. They’d written each other letters, to be shared once alone, and said generic vows instead, the same ones her dad and Trina had exchanged. They posed for what must’ve been thousands of pictures, Kitty and Owen trying to one-up each other in half of them, and then suddenly they were dancing their first dance to the same song they’d danced to the night they signed their new contract.

She loved her friends, and her family, and Peter’s friends and Peter’s family, but she just wanted to sit and eat and laugh at Kitty’s speech in which she took full credit for the wedding. Instead, she barely left the dance floor, had to beg Margot to guard her food from being taken away, and smiled for even more “candid” photos. She did get to laugh at Kitty’s speech, though. (And Trevor’s, but Kitty’s was better.)

Once they’d been sent off to their hotel room and finally got to be alone, Lara Jean collapsed directly on the bed.

“You good, wife?” Peter teased, plopping down next to her.

“I’m so tired. I’m never getting married again.”

“Well I should hope not.”

“Just do me now. I’ll lie here, and you do whatever you need to do to make it all official, and then I’ll sleep for a couple of years. Wake me then.”

“Sounds romantic.” She turned her head to look at him, his teasing smirk so reminiscent of their younger years. He looked the same, really. But now he was her husband. It made her giddy. Suddenly, she wasn’t quite so tired.

He pushed his head up onto his arm and said, “How about, we get changed into more comfy clothes, I’ll pop that champagne over there, and we can read our letters and gossip about our wedding guests? And then maybe later we’ll do other stuff.”

“I love you, Peter Kavinsky.”

“I love you, too,” he said, and he kissed her, tangling his hands into the hair that she’d left mostly down just for him. She rolled onto her side to reach him better, and then just onto him, and their plans changed rather quickly.

They stayed up for several hours more than she’d intended, in the end both of them all but collapsing into bed. Peter wrapped his arms around her to spoon, and she shut her eyes, trying to remember this moment, always and forever.

“Night, Kavinsky,” she said, like she said every night, and he kissed her temple.

“Night, Kavinsky,” he replied, and it was the greatest thing she’d ever heard.

[stina-is-a-punk-rocker]

‘always and forever, lara jean’: a bungled mess of my thoughts while watching the movie

Alright, cards on the table: I never finished reading the book. I got bored a couple of pages in, so I just read up the summary on Wikipedia and called it a day.

Not gonna lie, I expected better from the movies. I loved the first movie; it was cute, it was fun, it hit all the right places. The second movie was… eh. Jordan Fisher is cute, so that’s a plus.

And then we got the third movie; the final in the To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before trilogy.

And it was somehow even worse.

Maybe I’m exaggerating. Despite its shortcomings in the plot and character development-related departments (the fact that Lara Jean wrote addresses for letters she never meant to send is something that will bother me on my deathbed), the movies have their merits. They’re cutesy and charming and enjoyable, overall; movie-LJ is sweet and unashamedly a girly-girl, which is a refreshing change from the #NotLikeOtherGirls, pick-me girls and bruh girls we had in loads of other YA movies growing up. Peter’s pretty cute, too; he’s not a possessive freak like so many other love interests (The Kissing Booth, After, Anna and the French Kiss), and his and Lara Jean’s dynamic is cute, too. Not to mention- we finally have an Asian lead whose Asian-ness isn’t the whole focus of the story!

Again, maybe I’m being extra with all this. The series is, at its core, solely for entertainment purposes. Not every piece of media has to have an underlying message and you shouldn’t need to read between every goddamn line to find something worthy of enjoying. They’re certainly helpful for whiling away a couple of hours; perfect for bingeing with a pint of ice cream in hand, and all of this is in good fun.

Also, it goes without saying, but: spoilers ahead.

The film beings with Lara Jean scribbling a postcard to Peter while she’s in Korea with her family. The inclusion of that little snapshot of Asian culture made me so happy- seriously, fuck everyone who says diversity in media doesn’t matter. I’m not even Korean, and I was overjoyed at seeing a couple of scenes just from the same continent I’m on. The K-pop music in the background was a fun touch, too (although all Korean music isn’t K-pop, but that’s a rant for another day).

(Also: Blackpink has so many more suitable songs than Pretty Savage that go with the theme of the movies. Kill This Love in the second movie while Lara Jean is getting ready to go to her boyfriend’s match is bad enough- they’re supposed to be in love in that scene, goddammit.)

One thing that bothered me throughout the movies is how obviously non-Korean Lara Jean and Margot look. It’s like whoever chose the cast went for any random Asian- Lana’s Vietnamese and Janel Parrish is half-Chinese, and it’s so obvious. You seriously couldn’t find two Korean-Americans who even vaguely resembled each other so they could pass for sisters? The actresses do a stunning job and I don’t want to shit on them, but I just wish they didn’t go with the ‘all Asians look the same, what’s the difference?’ mindset.

Also, a nitpicky thing I’ve noticed in movies with characters who read a lot: no one holds their books up while they’re reading. Your arms start to cramp, which is why you keep your book in your lap while you’re reading, or you rest on your belly and hold the book in front of you. My spine and shoulders didn’t suffer years of torture as a chronic reader for you to include characters who hold their books up while reading.

A major gripe I have with Always and Forever, Lara Jean is how the characters are almost jarringly out of character- not from the books, but from the two previous movies, too. Lara Jean didn’t have much of a character to begin with, so I can’t say much about her (she dissed Oasis at one point; it’s okay for me to be mean to her), but the rest of them are either caricatures of themselves or just totally different people.

Movie Peter >>> Book Peter. He’s almost too perfect (except for the fact that he unironically loves The Fast and the Furious, which… ew), almost too much of the ideal boyfriend. Not that my perpetually single arse would know. How do boyfriends even work? I wouldn’t know the first thing to do with one; how often should you feed it? Do you need to take it on walks?

(In the notes I’ve written towards the end of the film, I’ve complained about Peter being immature and making Lara Jean feel bad about following her dream to go to NYU. He confuses me.)

Not to mention how distractingly adorable Noah Centineo is from some angles and under certain lighting conditions (other times, he reminds me of the human version of Shrek and that bothered me). King of weird Tweets and Instagram captions though he may be, he’s got a really nice smile, and his gravelly voice is both parts sexy and disturbing.

But I digress.

I’ll never forgive the directors for what they did to Kitty and Chris- two of my favorite characters, from both the books and the movies. Kitty’s annoying to the point of being borderline unlikeable- gone is the occasionally snarky comic relief we all came to love; in her place is an annoying brat whose every line comes out forced. Also, making soap is fun; fuck you, Kitty.

Chris is essentially Dixie D’Amelio’s character from that TikToker Grey’s Anatomy ripoff; the main character in One Direction fanfiction from 2012 who doesn’t want to go to the concert but her best friend gets a ticket for her so she can’t bail but Harry Styles sees her in the crowd and falls in love at first sight and 50k of mutual pining and misunderstandings late, they get together. She’s cynical and snarky and hates capitalism and consumerism and prom (because of course she does), but secretly, she’s into it (because of course she is). My guess is that she’s there to appease all the arseholes (including myself) who accused the characters of being too one-dimensional, but it seems too out of place in a movie that doesn’t have much plot to begin with.

I really, really hate how Lucas was done dirty- throughout every single movie. Of course, it’s Lara Jean’s story so not every side character has to be fully fleshed out- but you’d think three. entire. movies. would be enough to give Lucas a bigger role than the GBF and the token black guy for the diversity brownie points. Every single time Lucas shows up, it’s to push Lara Jean and Peter’s story forward. I would’ve liked to see a romance for him pushed forward instead one for Chris- especially because he says, at one point in a previous movie, that it’s hard to find other gay boys, so it would’ve been sweet to see him find love- and Chris’s character arc could’ve been focused on reconciling with Genevieve. Instead, we see the OG Reggie from Riverdale be the one to show Chris the bright side of monogamy, and Lucas gets a date to prom as an afterthought (another darkskin black dude, so no one thinks the film is racist).

Genevieve’s character in this movie gives me whiplash. Look, I’m all for girls supporting girls- healthy female relationships are something way too many YA movies lack- but she goes from bitch queen extraordinaire to friendly the moment the next scene calls for it. Her character isn’t consistent. A redemption arc should be executed cleanly and believably; you can’t have a character be a total prick one moment and then suddenly be, “Hey, if you get into NYU, let me know,” the next.

And Genevieve’s still an arsehole to Chris; at one point, in NYC, while they’re at the NYU campus grounds (I knew that Lara Jean was going to go to NYU the moment she saw all the banners; I fucking called it), Genevieve tells Chris, “University is for people who actually have a future,” and I recoiled. I’m not the nicest of people and yet that was going too far. Chris doesn’t hesitate to shoot back a, “You peaked in high school,”, but still. Y i k e s. You can’t convince me someone’s turned over a new leaf when they say something like that.

Lara Jean’s dad (forgot his name; gonna call him Dr. Covey) is as unremarkable as ever, and his new wife (forgot her name, too… Trisha? Trina? Eh, something like that) is… unsettling. I mean, I get that they’re all loved up and twitterpatted, but there’s something about all the smiling they’ve got going on that chills me to the bone.

Also, Trisha/Trina kinda looks like TikTok’s ThatVeganTeacher and it bothers me.

Another huge problem with this movie even being made is that the series never had enough plot to continue onto a trilogy. Lara Jean’s letters are what the plots of the first and second movies revolve around; the third only mentions them in passing. The final love letter from Peter was a cute callback, but there’s a massive continuity issue with the first two movies and this last one- both character and plot-wise.

Maybe I’m not articulating this clearly enough, so I’ll use an example: take Harry Potter, for example. Harry’s main goal throughout the series is defeating Voldemort. And it takes all seven books for him to get there, to finally achieve this.

Lara Jean’s goal in the first movie changes midway; from keeping up the façade with Peter so she can avoid the crap with the rest of the letters getting out, to making her fake relationship real. It forms a bridge with the second movie; the letter that went out to John Ambrose, and her dithering between Peter and perfection (I’m not sorry). But what does the third movie have to do with any of this?

There were way too many music montages. You couldn’t go five minutes without a random pop song playing in the background, and it was annoying as hell. Don’t Look Back in Anger was w a s t e d on this stupid film. The artsy scenery shots were even worse- no, I don’t give a fuck about the New York skyline or a bird’s eye view of whatever vehicle Lara Jean is in. A few shots of Seoul would’ve sufficed; the rest was overkill. This movie is way too damn long already (almost 2 entire hours!!!); cut out a couple of those. No one cares.

I thought they’d pull the whole Aladdin trope with character-A-keeps-trying-to-tell-character-B-the-truth-about-a-lie-B-believes-in-about-A-but-B-keeps-interrupting, but Lara Jean (typing her name out is annoying, why couldn’t she have a single name, like both of her sisters?) comes clean earlier than I expected. Peter’s reaction about LJ not getting into Stanford is… uncharacteristically mature? No “Why did you lie to me?”, no accusations, not an ounce of betrayal. Which I did not expect from a guy who’s a little bitch for the greater part of book one (I really don’t like Book Peter, in case you couldn’t tell). I know fuck-all about book three’s Peter, so I can’t tell if he really did adopt this mature, well-adjusted persona, or the movie did it to make Peter seem like less of a dick (like they did it with the sextape-that-wasn’t-a-sextape in the first installment).

On a sidenote, how do these main characters in YA books get into really good colleges with zero to no visible effort? These arseholes fuck around for the entirety of the story and have way too much going on to actually do schoolwork, but they waltz into Ivy Leagues at the end. And apparently, I’m not the only one bothered by this.

There’s something to be said about how the movies don’t really sexualize minors (characters who are minors, to be fair. None of the MCs look anything like teenagers), though. It’s almost weird to see them not getting drunk and partying and having sex all the time. Maybe that’s why Lara Jean trying to get her hand on Peter’s dick felt so stilted and awkward (I cringed so hard when she kept trying to touch him and he kept pushing her hand away, holy shit).

And the kissing. It’s to be expected from a romance film, but there was so. Much. Kissing.

The amount of product placements (… actually, I could count only two: Apple and a pair of Beats headphones Lara Jean puts on at one point, but the movie shoved so many iPhones in my face that I’m obligated to exaggerate) would’ve made anti-capitalist Chris mad.

I’m guessing this all takes place in a parallel universe, sans the coronavirus. Still, being in quarantine this past year and being socially awkward for every other one, it was agonizing seeing everyone so close together in NYC. When Peter kissed the ball (lol) (I have the sense of humor of a straight boy in middle school, don’t judge me) when him and Lara Jean go bowling, I had a visceral reaction. And what are the odds of Peter meeting his estranged dad at the very same bowling alley?

Speaking of Peter’s daddy issues (I’ve written “Hardin but diluted” in my notes; I watched this movie at, like, 1 AM; I’m not entirely sure what was going through my head at that point)- I hated how they guilt-tripped Peter into giving his father another chance. In the wise words of Hannah Montana, everybody makes mistakes- but leaving your wife and two kids for another woman is pretty far from a little oopsie on Mr. Kavinsky’s part. I don’t blame Peter for hating him, and I’m not in a place to judge whether Mr. Kavinsky (does he get a first name?) should be forgiven or not, but I feel like they let him off too easy and made Peter seem like a misunderstood teenager with anger issues for not accepting Mr. Kavinsky’s (crappy) apology at once.

And it adds nothing to the story at all; Mr. Kavinsky peaces out after having one (01) coffee with his firstborn, and he’s never seen again. If you’re going to introduce a subplot, make it tie into the main storyline- the very least you could do is make it an important enough part of the story to have more than 10 minutes of the run time. It makes no sense as to why they’d bring up Peter’s dad in this last film, when he’s already gone through two perfectly fine. I guess it was a ‘tying everything up’ part… even though no one cared.

Lara Jean’s handwriting is surprisingly ugly for someone who’s written that many love letters. And her styling took a definite nosedive; her outfits in the first movie were so effing cute, but now they’re just… meh.

There are so many conversations and lines that the writers must’ve thought sounded good enough for someone to type out the quote in curly font and slap it on a screenshot from the movie to post on Instagram, but when it comes to the actual delivery, they just sounded… weird.

Peter says one time near the beginning of the film, “You know what I’m looking forward to the most in college? Never having to say goodnight,” because he expects him and Lara Jean to get into the same college.

But I guess the word they should’ve used was ‘good-bye’, because this just makes him sound stupid.

At one point, Lara Jean asks Kitty how much Kitty’s gonna miss her when she goes off to college, and Kitty says, “A four.” Later on, she confesses, “I’m gonna miss you a twelve, Lara Jean,” and all I could think was, “But we’re endgame, Archie!”

(In hindsight, I probably shouldn’t let people know I’ve watched Riverdale; it lessons my credibility.)

Still, there remains some good to be found: all the baked goods looked very delicious and made me crave chocolate chip cookies. Peter wearing the socks Lara Jean gifted him at the beginning of the movie was a cute gesture, and Lara Jean giving Peter her teal hatbox? The one she kept her love letters in? Was so? Cute? Help?

And hey, it’s a cliché that’s been done to death, but I’m always a sucker for that part in movies where the girl walks down the stairs in a pretty dress with her hand on the banister and the boy turns around and his mouth falls open and all he can say is, “Wow,”- and this film did not disappoint! Not to mention how cute both Lara Jean’s and Chris’s prom dresses were.

Dr. Covey and Trisha/Trina’s wedding was cute, too- I struggled to decide whether Kitty wearing a necklace that says ‘feminist’ and a tux is a bit too on-the-nose, but I’ve decided that it’s nothing to get my knickers all in a twist about (for clarification: it’s not the necklace or the crossdressing that made me debate this; I just wish they didn’t make a big deal out of it- I wish they didn’t have Kitty and Lara Jean get into an argument about her not wearing a dress, if that makes sense?).

And the final letter- the one from Peter to Lara Jean- I ate that shit up; it was so, so, so cute.

In conclusion (why is it so easy for me to crank out 3k about my thoughts on a Netflix movie and yet when it comes to English Lit. at school, I’d stare at a blank sheet of foolscap for ages?), did I enjoy the movie? Not really. There were parts of it that I liked, but it was overall too boring and I kept wishing I’d watched the new SKZ Code episode instead every few minutes.

But that doesn’t mean that it was bad. I kinda feel a little sad, actually, now that Lara Jean and Peter’s story has come to a close; To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before, the first movie, is one of my favorites, and bitch though I might about them, the kinda grew on me… like an innocent plant, at first, but then like a fungus. Not a parasitic fungus, just not mutualistic, either… kind of like a commensal.

Maybe I should stop with the biology similes.

[lowkeyhockey]

accidents (how we went from friends to this) - part ii

Pairing: Sidney Crosby/Female Reader

Warnings: No sexual content, but Sid is 19 and reader is 16 (which is the age of consent in Canada)

Author’s Notes: Part II of Accidents, which is in turn part of the Can I Go (Where You Go) verse, but can be read as a standalone. I bumped this up in my queue because my gift exchange fic is killing me, and because someone asked me to :D i am # weak.

  Summary: Y/N gets Sid to attend prom with her, even if she insists on calling it a grad formal. The more things change, the more they stay the same. 

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"Missing your grad formal's one thing, Squid," you tell him, and your cheeks are hurting from grinning so wide and you're probably looking like an idiot, but that just means that it's alright that your words match.  He's grinning back at you, teeth still too big for his face and his hair getting a little too long, but he's grinning and this is great. 

 "You're not allowed to miss mine." 

 Which doesn't make sense, you know it doesn't, but it's allowed. You've been good all year - you've been good your whole life, really - and what most of your classmates see as a boring pre-after party event you see as a chance to have fun. And Sid's actually – down for your dumb high school shenanigans. 

 He doesn't even mind your fiddling with his bow tie, a deep midnight blue that matches your dress, even though there had been nothing wrong with it and you both knew it. 

 It's like, tradition. Or at the very least a cliche.  If this was a movie, your mom would be tearing up and shouting at your dad to get the camera, and your dad would be ignoring her and trying to fix a steely eyed stare on Sid until he like. Promises to bring you back before curfew or whatever. 

 It would have been nice, is the thing. But you have this instead, and honestly – it's perfect. 

 "You could have taken me if Sid didn't wanna go," Taylor calls down from the stairs, as though hearing your thoughts, somehow managing to push out the words through the biggest pout you've ever seen on her. You step away from Sid to reach up for one dangling sneaker - curling your fingers around Tay's ankle and giving it a light squeeze. You take it as a good sign that she doesn't kick your hand away. 

"I wouldn't have asked Sid if you could have been my date instead," you promise her, trying to look appropriately serious, but it's hard to push that through your grin. 

 Which – okay, you're lying. If the dance wasn't 16+ only you would have asked both of them to be there. You would probably have made a girls' night of it with Taylor, with Sid playing the part of the exhausted chaperon he was clearly destined for. 

Sidney Crosby:  the second coming of Hockey Jesus, and world-weary chaperon to his sister and her best friend. It’s good for a man to have two destinies. You're pretty sure that at least 0.5 of your destiny was to keep the great Sidney Crosby grounded. 

Judging by the look on her face, Taylor's not, like, intensely convinced, and you look to Sid for some emotional support only to find him mirroring her expression. Only he looks even less impressed somehow, which is impressive enough for you to pat his cheek with your free hand. 

 (Your parents aren't there to take a picture of you but Trina is, and that's the first picture of the night: she was coming down the stair behind Taylor, and catches a shot of you holding on to both Tay and Sid. God, but you'd been a Grade A Clinger.)

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 "Really thought you've moved me up from second-string, for a moment there," Sid tells you as he opens the car door for you, and you'd been standing closer to him for pictures just five minutes ago but he still gets to you, this way. 

 His smile is kind, the last time you saw him so dressed up in person was at the draft last year, and there's something about his hair that makes you want to run your fingers through it. It's because of one or two of that, or because of a combination of all three, but you lean in to kiss his cheek before you slide into the car. 

 (He's cleaned up nice - you kind of miss the scruff - but his aftershave more than makes up for it. )

 It's his mom's car, he's not so big a hotshot that he keeps a car just for summers in Nova Scotia. You love the familiarity of it. You wish Sid would buy one of his own here anyway, even if it's just a secondhand clunker, just so you know he'd keep coming back. 

 You tell him as much, grinning as you promise him that you'd be more than happy to babysit it for him while he's off setting new records in Pittsburgh, and he snorts at you but keeps his eyes on the road like the responsible driver that he is. You only wish you could be as focused, and not on his profile. 

 The curve of his smile, even from just his profile, is such a familiar thing to you. It warms your chest, makes your heart work double-time (presumably to work the heat off), makes you reach over to rest your hand against his thigh. 

 It's all muscle, under your light touch. Sid's been spending his summer pretty much alternating between working out and eating enough to feed about three lesser athletes, and the knowledge of it warms your cheeks. And then Sid reaches down to cover your hand with his - which is not at all responsible driver-y of him - and you're suddenly warm all over. 

 "Can you grab the cooler in the back? There's water in there," he says, interrupting your thoughts on - what? how solid he felt under your hand? But you're impressed all over again. 

 When you reach around to dig through the cooler, though, you find that he wasn't kidding about the water - there's nothing but bottles of water and chunks of ice in there, just when you thought Sid's decided to pregame with beer or - wine, or vodka, or whatever. 

 He's the pro-athlete, not you. You don't know what people drink to get turnt at parties. 

 "You're such a dork," you tell him, too-fond about it as you fish a bottle out and open it to take a sip - careful to brush away lipstick marks after - before offering it to him. He shakes his head and you close the bottle again, putting it in the cup holder between you. 

 "Don't want you hungover tomorrow," he says, and it's your turn to shake your head. 

 "Can't get hungover if you don't get me something to drink," you point out, teasing, and he laughs. "Useless," you add, the word too fond to be mean, even though you'd tried your hardest. 

 When you lean back into your seat, hands clasped neatly in your lap like you're afraid of wrinkling up your dress somehow, it's his turn to reach over between you, his hand resting warm against your thigh. 

 "That's not my job, Y/N. Besides, the water came in pretty handy already." There's a steadiness in his gaze - unexpected, unfamiliar - when he glances over at you, holds your gaze for just a moment. "You looked a little overheated there." 

 You're blushing properly then - you can feel it, you're hoping it's not too visible in the early evening light - and he looks - like he's thinking about it, or you, or the way you're acting like an idiot even though he's just there as a friend.  

 "Eyes on the road, Sidney," you manage after a moment - too long a moment, maybe - and he's shaking his head at you again, still with that non-expression expression on his face that you don't quite know how to read. 

 When did he even get that look? God knows Sidney's never been complicated.  

 He loves hockey, loves his family, loves you - at least a little, but he has to, with how many hours he's spent listening to you bitch about college applications and problems with your basketball team or friend groups or lab partners. He works hard, and takes care of the things and the people he loves. He - when the fuck did he get hot?

 You're still confused when you look away, look out the windshield for the first time since you got into the car, realize then - with a sharp jolt of embarrassment - that he'd only been looking at you because of a red light. It was only fair, considering how you'd been staring at him the whole way there. 

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Despite the hand he has around yours, you're separated as soon as you enter the hotel ballroom your school's rented out for the dance. You give his hand a quick double-squeeze - your standard signal asking if he wants you to set up an escape plan - but he responds by letting yours go, turning with an easy grin to greet some of the guys who've run up to crowd around you. 

 There's guys from the school baseball team, some guys you know used to play street hockey with him, childhood friends dressed up like James Bonds and Bond Girls. Sid transferred to Shattuck's in like, grade 9, but everyone still knows and loves him. Everyone's still proud to know him, and you know Sid's still a little confused and a lot thankful for all the support, and you're more than happy to share him. 

 It's an excuse, anyway, to run and catch up with your girls, barely giving enough time for everyone to gush compliments over everyone else's dresses and hair and makeup (never mind that you had all gone shopping together, and that most of the girls had gotten dressed up at Annika's place) before catching everyone's attention by blurting out, lingering embarrassment still too strong to be subtle about it, "is it me or did Sid get hot?" 

 You're met with a couple of blank looks, a couple of raised eyebrows, look slowly around the circle your bodies make for a face that has an answer when strong hands spin you around - it's Sara, in a black feathery dress and thick eyeliner that makes her eyes look huge despite the narrow-eyed look she's giving you, hands like clamps on your shoulders. 

 Or maybe you're - being oversensitive. You feel about ready to vibrate out of your skin, antsy and uncomfortable, and unhappy about it. It doesn't overwrite or replace the giddy happiness you'd felt getting dolled up at the Crosbys' house, exactly - it just rests on top like a blanket, or like a layer of powder, changing the look of it. 

 What is it with things changing?

 God help you - are you finally panicking about graduating, about moving away from your friends and your halfway-empty childhood home, about starting anew like you've been wanting to for years?

 Sara's hands tighten on you in a steady double-squeeze, and just like that, you feel your anxiety fade away. She's been your captain for both basketball and softball for like, three straight seasons. She knows better than almost anyone how to get you to cut your shit out. 

 When the slow grin spreads across her face, though, it's your turn to narrow your eyes at her – you know how to get Sara to cut her shit out, but she's a lot more trouble than you are, and you had plans on actually enjoying your grad formal. 

 All she says, though is a sly "aren't you glad you didn't figure that out until after you asked him out?" 

 and you're set to - scold, or protest, or agree when you feel a hand press against your back, large and warm and solid. 

 You know who it is without turning around - you recognize his aftershave, you realize with something like slow-growing horror - but you're saved from having to ask him how much he'd overheard by the girls jumping in - and God, everything in the world could be changing but you'd still have your girls, and thank fuck for that. 

 Annaya's dating someone in his draft year, though the guy spent the season in the AHL, and she starts off the shit-talking by teasing him about his penalty minutes. It's not mean, is the thing - the girls know to stay away from asking him about the shitty end to his season - but you still worry, just a little. 

 You lean, just a little, against his side, just to feel if he was tensing up or feeling uncomfortable, and he slides his arm around your waist in easy acceptance. 

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 You tell him about it after, because of course you do, because he's one of your best friends in the entire world and there's no one you'd rather have gone to the formal with, because his hands on your waist as you sway together on the dance floor could be made a deadly weapon, because his warm breath against the side of your head makes you feel antsy all over - but in a nice way. 

 And you don't want anything to spoil this night for either of you. 

 When you give in to it - you've never been a coward, of course you were going to give in - it's with an exhale that's almost a sigh, and Sid makes a questioning sound in the half-second before you shift to rest your head against his shoulder, relaxing even more completely in his arms. 

 It feels like completion, like belonging. 

 (And you don't really feel brave enough to look him in the eye ask you're asking him this, but ––) 

 "You know you got hot, right?" you ask into the side of his neck, voice soft. He starts a little, but when he starts to pull away you give him a light pinch through his tux jacket. You smile against his neck as you do it, both hear his surprised laughter and feel it all around you, and melt deeper into him. 

 "You totally do, you asshole," you say, and you're laughing along with him. It feels better this way, with that out in the open. "Give a girl a head's up next time, eh? You almost gave me a heart attack, when you opened the car door for me." 

 "When we left my place or when we got here?" he wants to know, and you let out a small huff of amused disapproval. 

 "You know I was like, drooling, by the time we got in the car." Lucky thing he'd brought all that water, come to think of it, because you'd been thirsty. You can feel him blushing, heat coming off him in waves, practically, but that's alright - he'd gone and packed a ridiculous amount of water. He can re-hydrate later, it's fine.

 It's not vey eco-friendly, but still very much appreciated. 

 "You look gorgeous too, you know," he says, and he sounds - careful, for a reason you can't quite wrap your head around. Not that you want to look into it too deeply. You prefer making another disapproving sound, briefly lifting your hand from his shoulder to physically brush his words away. 

 "I'm not fishing for compliments, Sid." 

 You pull back to look him in the eye, to flash him a quick grin, ignoring the disapproving sound he lets out himself. "Besides, I spent two hours getting ready. Ten, if you count dress-shopping and the spa day and everything. I know I look hot." 

 "So it's just that I'm not allowed to look nice," he teases, voice low - and when did his voice get low?

 "Hot," you correct, because of course you have to. It's - honesty, or just the principle of the thing. His smile grows at that, and you have to feel that with your free hand, have to let your palm curve against his cheek and your thumb brush against the corner of his lips. 

 "I asked you for a friend-date, you know. Not a date-date." You can feel his expression shift at that, under your fingertips, and you wrinkle your nose back at him. "That's how I asked, I mean. But I don't really feel like being just friends, not right now." 

 He studies you for a second, his hazel eyes warm and serious at once, looking like he's trying to understand you. Looking like he's wanting but uncertain, like he's the innocent high school student being propositioned by an older man. And - you're not speaking Greek, Squid, Jesus. 

 "I like you, you know I love you, but -" and you wave those words away, too, before something else breaks. 

 "But you're not looking for anything serious? Dummy," you tease, because come on - you wrote the script for him yourself, years ago, for each time Sid tried to do normal teen things like go out for dinners or to the movies or to the rare school formal with a pretty girl and would end up with having too-high expectations from said girls placed on his shoulders. 

 "I'm not either. You're a hotshot NHL player, you're going to kill it in Pittsburgh, and I'm already so, so proud of you." His brows are furrowed, just a little, and you pat his cheek - twice, light, just enough to get him to focus. 

 "Don't go fishing for compliments, Sid." You pause, considering it, then add, "your hockey's always been hot – I guess it was just a surprise to think you're hot like this." 

 "I've always thought you're beautiful," he says, because he wouldn't be Sid - your Sid - if he wasn't constantly trying to one-up you, but you preen - exaggerating it just a tiny bit - under his words.  

 "I know, it's a terrible burden." But let's get to complimenting your brains. "Anyway, I'm going to uni soon, and I'm not going to be doing it in the States." For one, you're pretty sure Taylor would kill you for even considering it.  For another – you don't want to. 

 You've been aiming for most of your life to earn one of U of Toronto's iron rings, and everyone - Taylor and Sid especially - knew it. Dating a NHL player - even if he's, like, the future of the league - has no part in your five year plan. 

 The thought of your future makes you tense up, just a little, the familiar anxiety gnawing away at your edges, but that just makes this feel even more right by comparison. 

 "I love you as a friend, but this doesn't really feel like just a friend-date anymore." Because Sid might be the one halfway to hotshot-dom but you're still the one who's going to have to keep this on track, probably. You fix your gaze on his - gaze steady, gaze wanting, something like shyness to it but the shyness is overwhelmed by everything else. 

 "So when we get out of here, do you want to do some date-date stuff?" 

 He grins then, a little shy and a little amused, and wanting, and you grin back, feeling brave about it. 

[akemiozawa]

Big Sister

note:

This’ll be a 3 part story, and of course inspired by @sintheyokai and her scenario of Vil’s niece, Ebony.

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Trina, you have a call!

Trina snatches her phone off her desk and held it to her ear, while tugging on her other boot.

“Trina here!” She chirped.

“Hi Trina!” A bright voice sounded.

The brunette’s eyes widened. “Aunt Momokase?!”

“Yes! How’re you doing?”

The girl stood, awestruck, before stammering out,

“I-I’m fine. And you?” She tucked some hair behind her ear.

“Well...” Momo sighed before continuing, “I’m in a bit of a pickle right now. I’ve got a giant sushi order that needs to be taken care of for a cocktail party this weekend. And my usual babysitter got sick with the flu. So...would it be too much to ask of you to watch the kids for me this weekend?”

Trina’s surprise grew, then her lips set into a smile.

“No! It’s no trouble at all!” And she wasn’t lying. She loved her little cousins more than anything!

“Oh, thanks so much!” Her aunt was relieved.

“So, when would be a good day to start watching them?”

“Uh...about that, I’m actually waiting in the main hall with the Headmaster at this moment....”

And cue the sound of a record scratching.

“Oh...” Trina trailed off, completely caught off guard. She whipped her head to the clock on her desk. It wasn’t that late for a Friday afternoon. All her classes were finished and she had plenty of time before the dinner bell.

“Hold on, Mo! I’ll be right there!” She declared and clicked off her phone before her aunt could respond.

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Ortho knocked on the dark blue door, and stepped back waiting for an answer. Not five seconds have passed before Trina’s face appears in the open doorway.

“Oh, hey, Ortho!” She smiled.

“Hi Trina! I just got a notice from the Headmaster, he needs to see you!” The younger Shroud brother informed.

“Don’t worry, I’m on my way!” She smirked and ran through the dark halls, not looking back.

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By the time she got to the front doors, she had a light row of sweat along her forehead. But through her ragged breathing, she could clearly see her aunt speaking with Crowley with two small bodies clutching close to her legs.

“Auntie!” She waved and sped over.

The young woman with medium-long black hair with blue highlights and green eyes, with a delicate face turned towards her voice and smiled. But as she opened her mouth to speak, the two smaller bodies ran in the opposite direction towards Trina, simultaneously crying,

“Big Sis!!!”

Trina knelt down just in time as the two children were enveloped in her arms. She cradled them close to her as she smiled gently.

She drew back to look at the two.

“Hello Breelyn! Hi Brayden!”

The two in question looked up at her: one had bright green eyes, matching Aunt Mo’s, and mid-back length brown hair in gently curled waves. The other had electric blue eyes, mirroring Trina’s, and noticeable combed down black hair. But both had matching beige skin and wide smiles.

“We missed you!” The blue-eyed boy exclaimed.

“When will you come home?” The brunette girl whined.

Trina smiles with sympathy, “I’m sorry, little ones. I’ve still time here until I can come back. But I promise, I’d never forget you two!” She lightly pinched their cheeks before hugging them again.

Aunt Mo, who was watching the heartfelt exchange with a smile, laughs delicately. “It’s so good to see you, Trinity.”

“Hi, Aunt Mo.” She smiled back. After Trina left for Night Raven, her aunt called her to congratulate her on the news. Even before NRC, Momokase was the only person Trina had trusted with everything. Well, most things. After being accepted, they maintained contact with each other despite the borders of Night Raven.

“While you were on your way, I was speaking with the Headmaster. I’ve told him how Bree and Brad looked up to you and wanted to follow in your footsteps.”

“Yes, if these two are extraordinary as you claim, Ms. Mikazuchi, I’d be glad to take them in when they’re of age.” Headmaster Crowley stood on Mo’s right, smiling in agreement.

Trina knew the whole story: Mo’s husband, Trina’s uncle, got called in for a job halfway across the country a year and a half ago, and wouldn’t be back for quite a while. But video called the family when he had the chance. During this time, Trina decide to step in her uncle’s place and help Mo around the house. It was a hassle: juggling her academics and houselife, against her father’s wishes, but Trina loved her aunt. During the time spent, Trina became a regular face around Mo’s house, the twins made it a regular habit to call her “Big Sister” due to their attachment towards her as an older figure they’ll never have. They loved watching her build gadgets from their age, and still do. After learning about Trina’s new abilities during a get together, it was around the time as well when they, too, developed their own magical attributes. While Bree was growing in Ambient Energy Manipulation and Force Field Generation, Brad had a knack for Quantum Artillery and Digital Weaponry. Both of which had amazed Mo and Trina.

“I’d bet they’d be wonderful!” Trina giggled. After getting back up, with the twins now glued to her, Mo handed her two kid sized suitcases.

“Okay, I’ve packed them some extra clothes, bathroom appliances and a first aid kit, books and things if they ever get bored, snacks, drinks, and some little things they’ve been working on.” Trina nodded in understandment.

“Bye you two!” She cradled the two children in her arms, giving them raspberries as they giggled. “Take care of each other and Trina!”

“Yes, mom.” They said in sync. After another exchanged goodbye, aunt Mo was jogging out the door, while the two twins cling to Trina’s outstretched hands as the three walked back to Ignihyde.

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It was around 6:30 in the evening when it was time to eat. In the common room, which was fairly empty, save for a few students dotted here and there, Trina heated up the twin’s favorite food: Noodle burgers, and popped in a DVD of Big Chibi 6 cartoons for the twins to watch on the big tv. Meanwhile, Trina sat at the couch while fidgeting with her a few of her Scan Jammers, which had busted a few weeks back. That was the last time she’d let the Diasomnia first years use them. Just as she put her nose pliers down,

“Sis! We’re done!” Bree sounded. Trina looked up to see the twins with their plates and cups empty on the coffee table’s end.

“Okay, go ahead and put the dishes away, wash up and we’ll get started on our video games!” Trina instructed. Silently nodding, the two grabbed them and ran off to the small kitchen.

As Trina gathered her tools, she felt someone watching her. Smiling, she turned to see Idia walking into the common room.

“Oh! Uh...hello, Trina...” the dorm leader waved anxiously, a small smile present.

“Hey, Idia. Another leader meeting?” She walked over to him.

“Y-Yea.” He answered shortly. “Wh-what are you doing out here? You’re...normally in your room at this time...”

Before Trina could answer,

“IDIA!!!!”

And cue the twins running in and koala-hugging his long-ass legs while he gasps in surprise, while trying not to fall on his back.

He looks up at Trina in confusion, who mouths to him “That’s why” as her answer. Smiling, she says, “Okay, you two. Give him some room before he passes out.” And like nice, the two scurry to their Sister.

The third year looks in confusion at the Trio. “Idia, say hello to Brayden-” the boy at her left waves. “-and Breelyn.” The girl at her right smiles sweetly. “They’re my aunt Mo’s kids. I’m watching ‘em for the weekend. Bree, Brad, Idia Shroud. He’s in charge of Ignihyde. And he and his little brother, Ortho, are close friends of mine.” At the mention of his brother’s name, Ortho comes walking in.

“Oh! Hi Big Brother! Hi Trina! And hey Bree; Brad!” The lil bot waves. The twins wave back with equal enthusiasm.

“They...th-hey know m-me?” Idia stuttered one disbelief. Trina nods.

“After I moved into Night Raven, I’ve talked with my aunt and told her about you and the others. And let’s just say, you, and the other leads, got some pretty big fans.” At that, the twins scurried to Idia and started spewing one question after another. They were talking too fast for the third year to keep up.

“What kind of things did you invent?”

“Do you really use the River of Styx as your personal swimming pool?”

“How mad do you have to be for your hair to turn red?!”

“I heard some students in Octavinelle use your head as a barbecue grill, and for roasting marshmallows!”

“IS IT TRUE YOU HAVE A CYBORG BOYFRIEND NAMED AL?!”

Trina tried to hide her grin behind her hand, as did Ortho, but Idia looked close to fainting at that question.

“Okay, you two! That’s enough!” Trina laughed. She motioned for Ortho to take Idia to his room. The younger Shroud nodded and gently took his brother’s hand.

“Cmon, big brother! Let’s get you settled from the meeting.” In a daze, Idia didn’t bother responding and followed silently.

As soon as the two were out of sight, Trina smirked at the kids down at her.

“Who’s up for some Mario Kart?”

“ME!!!!”

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The headcanons belong to @twistedwonderlandimagines and a brief cameo of @oiseaunoir11 b/c Idia and Al are so cute! pt. 2 is coming soon.

[kiddoryder]

Little Jemima

For @anitoonzforever enjoy! 

P.S. Jemima is from The Promise Neverlands and that who she wanted to be in the story

On Earth inside a shopping mall; Gary, Avocato, and Quinn were in town doing some shopping. They needed some things for the ship and themselves. Right now they were in the snack aisle looking for some cookies for Gary. 

 Gary - “ I'm thinking of getting either macadamia cookies or iced oatmeal 

 Avocato - *smirks* “You really like cookies, don't you?”

 Gary -  *smirk* “Don't deny me my passion, buddy! And you keep drinking all the milk we get.”

 Avocato - *offended* “Hey, I can't help it! It helps my bones become stronger and calm my mind.”

 Gary - “Yeah and that’s not different from a cat.”

 Quinn - *chuckled* “Okay you two we still gotta keep shopping.”

 One they got finished and load their groceries into the car, they hear a sound.

 Avocato - “Hey. Did you hear that?”

 Gary - “Hear what?”

 They heard that noise again. This time it was slightly louder.

 Quinn - “It sounds like it from the bushes!”

 They see a dog run out. Much to their relief and dismay at the same time. 

 Gary - “Oh, it's just a dog. Too bad we can’t get a pet dog cause of Avocato.”

 Avocato - “First of all, you know I’m not a dog person. Second of all, it wasn’t that. It's a different sound. Like...a child crying.”

 They began to hear the child crying noise again. It was slightly louder. 

 Quinn - “We better go find the child!”

 The start to search for the sound until they come across a little girl with dark skin and big, oval-shaped dark brown eyes & has curly black hair which she slicks back into a low bun. She is standing by herself near an alley and is crying her eyes out while people are just walking past her. Her clothes were also white but also dirty since it has dirt and some holes on it.

 Quinn - “It's a little girl…”

 The little girl was still crying, and the people were ignoring her. This made the guys sympathize with her especially Gary since he knows what it’s like to be homeless. 

 Avocato - “Poor little thing.”

 Gary - “Think she's lost?”

 Quinn - “I don't know she could be.”

 Then they heard some growling and saw a bigger scarier dog. The dog was slowly walking the girl like if he wanted to attack her. Hearing the growling, the girl turns to see the dog but she's too scared to move. Just when the dog was about to attack, they both heard: 

 Avocato - “Hey! Back off you mutt!”

 Avocato ran toward the dog and he began to tackle the dog to ground. 

 Gary - “Yeah kick that dogs butt”!

 He wrestles with the dog. The dog tried to attack, but Avocato was too strong. Eventually the dog gives up and runs away yelping. Avocato got up and wipe his hands and didn’t even have a scratch on him. 

 Avocato - “Hm. That'll teach him.”

 Then they all saw the little girl was hugging her knees and was still crying. 

 Quinn - *gently* “Sweetie? Are you alright?”

 Gary - “What's the matter?”

 The little girl looks up at them but backs away with fear in her eyes. She hid behind empty trash cans. 

 Avocato - “Easy this one seems a little young.”

 Quinn - “It's okay we won't hurt you.”

 The child still doesn't come near them as Quinn looks at the others with concern.

 Gary - “She must be scared of us.”

 Avocato - “Let me try.” 

 He gets a bit closer to the child and kneels down in front of her. The child whimpers a little in fear. 

 Avocato - “It's okay. We promise we won't hurt you. We are good people.”

 She looks up at him and starts to calm down, but the tears still stream from her face. Avocato then holds his hand out to her.

 Avocato - *gently* “Come on. It's okay.”

 The little girl smiled and slowly began to walk out from the trash can. She began to shake his hand and it made her smile. 

 Quinn - “Do you have a name?”

 The little girl nodded and wiped her eyes.

 Jemima - “J-Jemima…”

 Avocato - “That's a nice name. I'm Avocato.” 

 Quinn - “I'm Quinn Airborne.”

 Gary - “And I'm Gary Goodspeed.”

 Jemima gives a small smile. These are the nicest people she met in a while.  

 Avocato - “Are you alone?”

 She gives a small nod. This made Avocato, Gary and Quinn sympathize with her more.

 Quinn - *sadly* “Oh poor thing.”

 Jemima’s lip starts to quiver again and throws her arms around Avocato. He smiles and gently rubs her back.

 Avocato - “It's okay it's all right.”

 Avocato holds her close and picks her up. Jemima felt a little nervous but at the same time safe. For some strange reason she felt like she can trust these people. Especially Avocato. 

 Avocato - “Let’s take her home.”

 Gary - “Are you sure?”

 Avocato - “Gary, she's cold and alone. And she looks a little thin, like she hasn't eaten in days. I can't just leave her out here.”

 Quinn - “He's right. Plus this is too dangerous for her to be here by herself. I mean she did almost got attack by a big dog.”

 Gary - “Good point. Let's head home.”

 ()()()()()()()()

 They began to walk back to the Crimson Light while Avocato continues to hold Jemima and comfort her. For the first time in her life Jemima felt safe. 

 Jemima - “Mmm...Thank you…”

 Avocato - “Don't you worry, honey. We're gonna take good care of you. I promise.”

 Jemima smiles and nestled into his chest. Jemima felt like she already liked Avocato.

 Jemima -  “You're so warm…”

 Avocato smiles and rubs her hair until they reach the ship. While Gary and Quinn get the groceries, Avocato carries Jemima inside. 

 Gary - *whispers* “Hey, do you think the others will like her?”

 Quinn: *smiles* “I'm sure they will.”

 They carry the groceries inside just as Avocato sets Jemima down. Jemima eyes widen in amazement on how big it was. 

 Avocato - “Well here we are.”

 Jemima - *amazed* “Wow…”

 Gary - “Yep! Amazing isn't it?”

 Jemima - “You all live here?” 

 Gary - “You bet! There are also a few others here, such as-“

 Suddenly Kevin pops in front of Jemima, scaring her. 

 Kevin - “Hi there!”

 Jemima screams and dashes under a table. This annoyed Gary since Kevin came at her too quickly. 

 Gary - *annoyed* “Augh Kevin! You are scaring her!”

 Kevin - “Oooh! A little girl! She's so cute hi I'm Kevin!”

 Jemima - *scared* “Ahhh! Leave me alone!!”

 Gary - “Kevin, go away! She's freaked out enough!”

 Kevin - “Why?”

 Gary - “Because she hates you like everybody else!”

 Kevin - “But kids love me!”

 All three - *annoyed* “Just go!!”

 Kevin hovers away as they try to get Jemima to come back out. Jemima walked to Avocato still frighten. 

 Gary - “It's okay the stupid robot is gone now.”

 Jemima - “He scares me....”

 Quinn -  “Oh I know sweetie but it's okay now.”

 Gary - “I'm so sorry about that. Kevin doesn't know anything about personal space.”

 Jemima - “Mmm…”

 Avocato - “But there are other friendly people.”

 Jemima - “Like Who?”

 Little Cato - “Hey Dad!”

 Jemima sees him coming and hides behind Avocato. Little Cato noticed Jemima and said:

 Little Cato - “Hey who’s the little girl?”

 Gary - “We found her while we were shopping.”

 Avocato - “It's okay, sweetheart. This is my son, Little Cato. Little Cato, this is Jemima. She's gonna stay with us for a while.”

 Jemima - *shy* “Umm hi…”

 Little Cato - *friendly* “It's nice to meet you.”

 He held out his hand and even though she hesitated at first but can tell that Little Cato is friendly and isn’t like Kevin. Then Jemima shook his hand and did a little smile.

 Jemima - “Thanks…”

 Avocato - “She will be staying here with us.”

 Little Cato - “That’s fine. I wouldn't mind if you stayed, Jemima.”

 Jemima smiles and then Mooncake appears causing her to jump.

 Mooncake - “Chookity!”

 Jemima - “Ah!”

 Gary - “Oh this is Mooncake! He's my best buddy beside Avocato.”

 Jemima - *scared* “W-What is he?”

 Gary - “The most adorable face higher ever! Mooncake say hello to little Jemima.”

 Jemima gets a little closer to Mooncake who looks at her for a moment before giving her a small face hug. Jemima smiles and gave him a hug and can see how harmless he really is. 

 Jemima - “He is adorable.”

 Avocato - “See? He likes you.”

 Mooncake - *nods & nuzzles* “Chookity.”

 Then they heard a minor explosion in another room. It startled everybody especially Jemima who got scared. 

 Trina - “Damn it! Not again.”

 Jemima - “What was that?!”

 Quinn - “It's okay, that's just Trina.”

 Jemima - “Trina?”

 Gary - “A friend of ours.”

 Then Trina came out cover in smoke. She looked frustrated and said: 

 Trina - “Well it's official: I may fix a lot of things, but I can't fix toasters. How can something so simple can be so hard to fix?”

 Trina sees little Jemima hiding behind Quinn. Then she said: 

 Trina - *confused* “Who’s she?”

 Quinn - “This is Jemima. She a new member. Jemima, this is Trina Starlight.”

 Jemima - *shyly* “H-Hi…”

 Trina - *friendly* “Hi there. *to Gary* She's adorable.”

 Little Cato - “Where did you find her?”

 Avocato - “She was out in the street all alone.”

 Trina - *sadly* “Ohhh.”

 Little Cato - “Poor girl.”

 Jemima only looks down. Even though they felt bad for her, she felt a bit uncomfortable getting this kind of attention. It was a reminder how alone she was and scared. Then Quinn said:

 Quinn -  “Don't worry, sweetheart. We'll help take care of you. Also, we better get you cleaned up before dinner.”

 Jemima - “Okay.”

 Quinn - “I'll go run Jemima a bath while you guys fix diner. Alright?”

 Gary - “You got it Quinn!”

 They left to the kitchen while Quinn took Jemima to the bathroom to help clean her up. 

 ()()()()()()()()()

 Quinn - “I'll start drawing the bath for you.”

 Jemima - “Thanks Miss Quinn.”

 Quinn - *chuckles* “You're welcome honey, but please just call me Quinn.”

 Jemima - *shyly* “Okay…”

 Quinn - “So you just been all yourself.”

 Jemima - “Well not really....I was with some other kids.”

 Quinn - “Oh? And do you know where they are?”

 Jemima only looked down and shook her head sadly. That’s when Quinn realize what Jemima’s answer meant. 

 Quinn - *sadly* “Oh I see.”

 Jemima-  “We all went somewhere but I got separated and I couldn't find them. I tried to find them in the city, but I kept getting lost and I felt so scared.”

 Quinn - “Oh I'm so sorry sweetie.”

 Jemima - “Don't be. I feel a little better.”

 Quinn - *confused* “Why's that, sweetie?”

 Jemima - *happy* “Because I met all of you!”

 Quinn - *touched* “Aww that is so sweet honey.”

 Jemima - “And you are really nice people that I met in a long time.”

 Quinn - *smiles* “Aww you're so sweet. Alright then, ready for your bath?”

 Jemima: *nods* “Uh-huh! Is it safe?”

 Quinn - “Don't worry the water is warm.”

 She helps Jemima get into the bath and gets her cleaned up. Jemima felt relaxed because she felt like she hasn't taken a nice warm bath in a long time. Jemima even got to splash around a bit Quinn just smiled and chuckled to herself finding Jemima adorable. Later, once Jemima was all cleaned and dried off, Quinn takes her into her room and gives Jemima her old pajamas when she was little. Quinn saves her childhood clothes as memories of her parents but decide Jemima needs them more than her. 

 Quinn - “I hope they fit you.”

 Jemima - *smiles* “Yeah they do. Thank you and they are really soft.”

 Quinn - “You're welcome and you can keep them if you want.”

 Jemima - “Thank you...What do you guys do around here.”

 Quinn - “Well other than going into space and endangering ourselves, we just hang around.”

 Jemima - “That does sound fun.”

 Quinn - “It is sometimes. Wanna go see if dinners ready?”

 Jemima - *happy* “Yep!!”

 Quinn - *chuckled* “Okay let's go.”

 Jemima - “I really like you Quinn.”

 Quinn - “Aw I like you too sweetie.”

 The two smiles as they head to the kitchen to see Avocato making a stew. The others were sitting at the table playing cards and Avocato saw Jemima looking nice and clean in her new pajamas.

 Avocato: *smiles* “Well aren't you all nice and clean?”

 Jemima - *smiles* “Thank you.”

 Quinn - “I even gave her a pair of my old pajamas.”

 Avocato -  That's nice of you, Quinn. Stews almost ready. Would you like a taste, kiddo?”

 Jemima - “Oh yes please! I'm really hungry.” 

 Her stomach growls and she blushed in embarrassment a little. 

 Avocato: *chuckles* “Your wish is my command.”

 He takes a spoonful of stew, blows it and let's Jemima taste it. Jemima eyes widen and she smiled. It was the best food she ate in a long time. 

 Jemima - “Mm it's really good!!”

 Avocato - “Alright then! Let's eat!”

 Gary - “Awesome! My stomach is starving.”

 Little Cato - “Me too!”

 Mooncake - “Chookity pah!”

 The table was set with a big bowl of stew, sole bread, chips, cookies, and oranges. Jemima love the food the most and was happy she was eating in a big group. 

 Trina - “Man this is it really good!”

 Jemima - “Yummy!! It's so good!”

 Avocato - “I'm glad you're pleased. And there's plenty more so don't be shy.”

 Jemima - “I never ate this much before.”

 Little Cato - *concerned* “When's the last time you ate?”

 Jemima - *thinking* “Uhh....I think it was two maybe three days ago?”

 Gary - *shocked* “Wait are you serious?”

 Jemima only nods. Then Avocato asked:

 Avocato - “Umm, how old are you sweetie?”

 She holds up 5 fingers. This shocked everybody because they honestly thought Jemima was older than that. Plus they have met some people who looked older than they are. 

 Little Cato - “Wait you are only 5 years old and living on your own?”

 Jemima only nods quietly and eats her food. The others look at each other with concern but decided not to say anything else to avoid embarrassing Jemima. Later, it was time for bed and Avocato was making his bed nice so Jemima could sleep. Jemima peeked her head in the hallway since her curiosity got the best of her.

 Jemima - “Umm what are you doing?”

 Avocato - *happy* “Hey, right on time! I was making my bed for you.”

 Jemima - “For me?”

 Avocato - “Yep. It's best if you sleep on something comfortable.”

 Jemima - “But where will you sleep?”

 Avocato - “Oh don't worry about me, honey. I'll be alright. Our main concern is our lovely little guest.”

 Jemima blushes. This is the first time in a long time that an adult was nice to her. 

 Avocato: *smiles* “Come on. I'll tuck you in.”

 Jemima - “Wow...You don't have to do that.”

 Avocato - “It's no trouble, kiddo.”

 He picks her up and tucks her into bed. Jemima like how the bed felt and it made her feel warm and safe. 

 Avocato - “Comfy?”

 Jemima: *smiles* “It's so cozy!”

 Avocato - “I'm glad. And tomorrow morning we'll think of a plan.”

 Jemima - *confused* “A plan?”

 Avocato - “To find your parents.”

 This causes Jemima to look down sadly and her eyes water up. She didn’t want Avocato to see her crying. It doesn't take long for Avocato to figure it out why Jemima looked so sad.

 Avocato - *sadly* “Oh I see....I'm so sorry.”

 Jemima - *sadly* “It's fine…”

 Some tears fell down, but she wiped them away. Avocato sits on the bed and gives her a hug while more tears stream down her face.

 Avocato - “Everything will be okay.”

 Jemima - “You promise?”

 Avocato - *assuring* “I promise. Cross my heart. Everything will be okay.”

 Jemima - *hugs him* “Thank you so much.”

 Avocato: *hugs back* “Anytime sweetie.”

 He tucks her in and rubs her head until Jemima falls asleep. Avocato quietly leaves the room and joins the others in the kitchen.

 ()()()()()()()()()

 Avocato went to the main room and saw Gary and the others. They were waiting for him to talk about Jemima. 

 Gary - “Hey buddy. Is Jemima okay?”

 Avocato - “Yeah Jemima is fine. She fell asleep.”

 Quinn - “That's good, some rest will do her some good after the rough days she had.”

 Gary - “Yep. So how are we gonna find her parents?”

 Avocato - *Glumly* “Um...About that Gary....She don't have any.”

 Trina - *shocked* “What? So she's an orphan?”

 Avocato nods silently. This made everybody look shocked and sad themselves. Since they all know what it’s like to lose either a parent or both parents in their life. 

 Quinn - “Oh the poor little girl…”

 Gary - “So What do we do?”

 Avocato - *unsure* “Honestly Guys....I don't know.”

 Little Cato - “Well we can't just abandon her. She had already been abandoned.”

 Avocato - “I know but that's the thing. I can't just throw her out into the street with nowhere to go. But then again, none of us know how to take care of a kid her age. *to Little Cato* I mean I was barely a good father to you, son.”

 Little Cato - *comforting* “But it's not too late Dad.”

 Avocato: *sighs and slumps in a chair* “I just don't know what to do.”

 Quinn - “Look, how about she stays with us for a few days or so and figure something out later on?”

 Avocato - “Well that's the only thing we can do because it's safe.”

 Gary - “And besides, she likes us. We don't want to kick her out and upset her

 Everyone - “No! Of course not. No way!”

 Little Cato - “And she is cute.”

 Trina - “Yeah, she's like a cute little puppy dog. You can't just kick them out.”

 Avocato - “I never want to kick her out. I'm just unsure of what to do.”

 Trina - “Why don’t  we keep her?”

 Avocato -  “Let's think about it first.”

 Little Cato - *confused* “What do you mean Dad?”

 Avocato - “I mean she does like us, but she may not want to stay. I'm just saying we should see if she would actually be comfortable living here.”

 Quinn - “We could just ask her.”

 Little Cato - “Hang on. Maybe we should go with dad’s plan. Plus if we hang out with Jemima, it'll give us a chance to bond with her and she'll grow to like us more.”

 Trina - “Yeah I like that idea!”

 Gary - “Good idea, Spider Cat!”

 Avocato - *proudly* “Perfect plan Little Cato.”

 Quinn - “I'm in.”

 Mooncake - “Chookity Pa!”

 They all agree to the plan and then later went to bed. While little Cato slept, he felt a small tug on his arm.

 Little Cato - “Huh? *sees Jemima* Oh hi there what's wrong?

 Jemima: *tears ups and holds her blanket* “I had a bad dream…”

 Little Cato - “Really? about what?”

 Jemima: *tears streaming down* “I-I was in a deep dark tunnel and tried to find someone. But all I saw were...M-Monsters!! They were big and scary and wanted to eat me!”

 She started crying and Little Cato felt sorry for her

Little Cato gently hug her. He would tell her what his father uses to tell him whenever he was starting to feel sad or scared. 

 Little Cato - “It's okay you're safe now.”

 Jemima only sniffles and hugs back. Jemima likes how Little Cato was similar to his Dad and was comforting like him. 

 Little Cato - “You wanna sleep with me tonight?”

 Jemima gives a small nod. She was still not use to the fact that she afraid of sleeping alone. 

 Little Cato - “Come on. I have room.”

 Jemima got into bed with Little Cato. Little Cato wipes the tears from her eyes.

 Little Cato - *comforting* “It's okay now. I won't any monsters hurt you.”

 Jemima - “You promise?”

 Little Cato - *smiled* “I promise.”

 Jemima - “Were you scared of monsters too?”

 Little Cato - “Yeah I was but when I got older, I got over it.”

 Jemima - “How?”

 Little Cato - “Well for one, I'm pretty tough. I can handle anything.”

 Jemima - *amazement* “Wow.”

 Little Cato - “And the second reason? My dad.”

 Jemima - “Is your daddy brave?”

 Little Cato - “One of the bravest guys I know. He would always save me whenever I’m in danger. My Dad taught me to be tough like him.” 

 Jemima - “Really?”

 Little Cato - “Yep and the others are pretty brave too. That’s why we make an awesome Team Squad.”

 Jemima - “I wish I can be brave like that.”

 Little Cato - “You will someday”

 Jemima - “Really? How?”

 Little Cato -  “You just will someday. Bravery won't always come overnight; it just takes time.”

 Jemima - “Yeah your right.” *yawns*

 Little Cato - “We should probably get some sleep.”

 Jemima - “Okay....good night.”

 Little Cato - “Good night.”

 ()()()()()()()() 

 Then the next morning Jemima woke up but saw that Little Cato was out of bed. After getting out of bed, decide to look for Avocato and Little Cato. She began to walk around the ship. 

 Jemima - “I wonder where he went?”

 She kept on walking around the ship. It was starting to scare her a little because of how big it was. But at the same time, she wants to be brave like Little Cato and his father. Jemima kept on walking until she saw Gary in his room fixing Hue up. 

 Jemima - *happy* “Hi Mr. Gary!”

 Gary - *happy* “Oh hi sweetie! Good morning!”

 Jemima - “What are you doing?”

 Gary - “Fixing up Hue.”

 Jemima - “Who?”

 Hue - “Me!”

 Jemima saw Hue in his robot body. Jemima was amazed, yet a little scared that there’s another robot on the ship. 

 Gary - “Jemima, meet Hue. Was once the ship, now a robot!”

 Jemima looked confused when Gary said that. He took his first steps toward Jemima, but it was a little slow. 

 Hue - “Hello there.”

 Jemima - *shyly* “Hi.”

 Hue - “I see we got another human girl.”

 Gary - “Yep and she's the sweetest girl in the world.”

 Jemima - “Aw Thank you!”

 Kevin - *pop out* “Hi there!”

 Jemima jumps and hide behind Gary. Gary was annoyed that Kevin came back.  

 Gary - *mad* “Darn it, Kevin! Quit scaring Jemima!”

 Kevin - “How can I scare? I'm Kevin! Besides, I like her.”

 Jemima - *scared* “Keep him away.”

 Gary - “No problem! “

 Gary then kicked Kevin away to a different room. After Kevin was kicked, Gary locked the door so this time he wouldn’t leave.”

 Jemima - “Is he always like that?”

 Gary - “You have no idea.”

 Jemima - “What are we going to do today?”

 Gary: *smiles* “Hey whatever you wanna do, kiddo!”

 Jemima: *smiles* Can you help me find Avocato?

 Gary - “Oh sure!”

 Gary picks her up and sits her on his shoulders. 

 Gary - “Onward!”

 He began to run fast while Jemima was on his shoulder. Gary made sure he wasn’t running too fast that Jemima gets scared of anything. However, Jemima wasn’t scared at all and was actually having fun. 

 Jemima - “Whee!!! This is so fun!!”

 Gary - “Hang on tight kiddo!”

 Jemima rides on Gary as he ran through the ship looking for Avocato. They couldn’t seem to find him anywhere yet in the ship. 

 Gary - *calling* “Oh Avocato! Somebody wants to

Meet you!!”

 They decided to go to the other side of the ship to find Avocato. It was a little long, but then they see Avocato with two other people Ash and Fox. They were helping Avocato doing some upgrades to the ship. 

 Gary - “Hey guys!”

 Ash - “Hi Gary! Who is the little girl?”

 Gary - “She's Jemima. She's staying with us.”

 Avocato - *to Jemima* “Good morning sweetheart. Did you sleep well?”

 Jemima - “Yes I did. Thank you.”

 Avocato - “That’s good. Jemima, these two are Ash and 

Fox. They're the adopted...Well...former adopted kids of someone I know.”

 Jemima - *shyly* “Umm...Hi.”

 Ash - *amazed with eye widen* “Oh my gosh, she's adorable!!!”

 Fox - *awestruck* “She is so cute!! Like a little piece of pie!”

 Fox takes Jemima off Gary's shoulders held him in his arm. Then Fox and Ash surround her while talking nonstop and touching her.

 Ash - “Oh look at her! She's got the cutest hair!”

 Fox - “And those eyes! Aren't they gorgeous?”

 Ash - *grabs her* “Let me hold her!”

 Fox - *mad and holds on* “No! I'm not done yet!”

 Fox and Ash began to fight over Jemima like fighting over a teddy bear. It was like having a tug of war over Jemima. The whole thing makes Jemima uncomfortable and she starts crying. Avocato quickly took Jemima away from Ash and Fox and held her in his arms

 Avocato - *gently hugged her* “Guys stop it! You're scaring her.”

 Gary - “Yeah! Keep your hands to yourself!!”

 Avocato hugged Jemima and quietly shushes her as she wrapped her arms around his neck and sobbed. Avocato use the same method he did to Little Cato when he was younger to calm down Jemima. 

 Gary - “Don't you guys know anything about little kids?”

 Fox - *confused* “That they are like pie?”

 Ash - “Yeah! And they are cute like pie too.”

 Gary: *pinches his nose* “Ugh....”

 Avocato: *calm* “Shhh, shhh. It's alright sweetheart. They didn't mean it.”

 Jemima - *whimpering* “I-I'm sorry about that.”

 Avocato - “Nah don't be. Those two should know better than that.”

 Ash - *offended* “Hey!”

 Fox - *mad* “We are good kids like our former dad said!”

 Avocato -  *sarcastic* “Yeah, kids who grab little 5-year-old get up in their faces, scaring them!”

 Ash and Fox look down in shame. They realize that while they are good “kids”, they don’t know how to care for a little kid. 

 Gary - “If you wanna be nice, try being gentle this time.”

 Jemima wipes her eyes as the two approach her. Jemima was a little scared but wanna be brave for Avocato. 

 Ash - *sincere* “Were sorry.”

 Fox - “Very sorry.”

 Ash - “We were just gushing on how adorable you were.”

 Fox - “Like pie.”

 Jemima - “Well...It's fine. I can tell you guys don’t mean to act all scary and stuff.”

 Avocato - *to Ash and Fox* “Just don't do it again. Understand?”

 Both - “Yes Sir.”

 Avocato glared at them for a bit before smiling at Jemima.

 Avocato - “You okay now, sweetie pie?”

 Jemima - *smiling* “Yes...Yes I am.”

 Avocato - *pets her head* “That’s my girl.”

 Jemima - “So...What do you guys going to do now?”

 Fox - “Well we help Avocato and hang with the others.”

 Ash - “And have awesome fun!”

 Jemima - “Where's your Daddy? You guys keep mentioning him.”

 Both Fox and Ash looked uncomfortable. Then Fox said:

 Fox - “We abandon him. He almost killed me.”

 Ash - “All because we didn’t give him attention.”

 Jemima - “Oh man that’s terrible!”

 Ash - “But frankly we are actually better off without him.”

 Jemima - “What does he do?”

 Avocato - “He does sell and make things.”

 Gary - “And is a huge jerk.”

 Jemima - “He is?”

 Gary - “Yep so it's best he’s not in our team kiddo.”

 Then Jemima heard some clapping noises. She followed the noises which wasn’t too far from Gary and Avocato. But they follow her just in case and saw Trina practicing her powers. Trina took a deep breath, clapped her hands and her hands began to glow sky blue and managed to create a baby bird statue from the ground. This amazed Jemima. 

 Jemima - “Wow!”

 Avocato - “What is it?”

 Jemima: *points to Trina* “She's doing magic!”

 Avocato - “Oh yeah she's part Wizardian.”

 Jemima - *confused* “Wizardian? What that?”

 Gary - “They are humanoid aliens that can-do alchemy and shapeshift.”

 Jemima: “What's alchemy?”

 Avocato - “It's a little tricky to explain but it's sort of like magic.”

 Gary - “Awesome magic!”

 Jemima - “Oh okay. But she doesn't look like an alien.”

 Avocato - “Her mother is human, and her father is Wizardian.” 

 Jemima - “Oh okay.”

 Avocato - “Hey I have an idea. How about you, me, and Little Cato have a day together?”

 Jemima - *gasps* “Oh that sounds fun!”

 Avocato: *smiles* “Alright! Hey little Cato!”

 Little Cato comes out from his room. 

 Little Cato - “Yeah Dad?”

 Avocato - “We're gonna hang out with little Jemima today.”

 Little Cato - *happy* “Oh that's great!”

 Avocato: *smiles* “Good. Now let's go.”

 Gary - “I know the perfect planet for that.”

 Gary then had the ship take them back to Earth. Then they landed on Earth and they saw that they were near a playground. Jemima eyes widen in amazement and Avocato gives Jemima a piggyback ride.

 Jemima - “Bye Bye Gary!”

 Gary - “Bye! Have fun!”

 ()()()()()()()()()()

 They all head to the playground and Avocato gently put Jemima down. 

 Little Cato - “Hey Jemima, want me to push you on the swing?”

 Jemima - “Sure! Sound fun!”

 Little Cato and Jemima both walked to the swing set. He helps Jemima on the swing and gets ready to push. 

 Little Cato - “Here we go! And....lift off!!!”

 Little Cato began to push Jemima. He made sure he didn’t do it too high to the point she would get scared. Jemima was actually having really fun on the swings. 

 Jemima - “Weee! Higher! Higher!”

 Little Cato - “You got it!”

 He pushes her a little higher and after a few minutes of swinging, Jemima gets off.

 Jemima - “That was fun!”

 Little Cato - *happy* “I'm glad you're having fun, Jemmy!”

 Jemima - *confused* “Jemmy?”

 Little Cato - “It’s your nickname. Do you like it?”

 Jemima: *smiles* “I love it!!”

 Little Cato - *happy* “Great! So what do you want to do next?”

 Jemima - “Ooh the slide!”

 Little Cato - “You got it!”

 They go to the slide and slide down together. They made sure they didn’t go too fast so Jemima wouldn’t be scared.  

 Jemima - “Wheee! That was fun! Can we play tag next?”

 Little Cato - “Sure!”

 Jemima - “Tag! You're it!”

 Little Cato: *laughs* “Here I come!”

 They play tag and have a great time while Avocato watches with a smile. He was happy that not only Jemima was having fun, but so was Little Cato. Avocato felt a little bad never did anything like this with Little Cato when he was younger since they did train and he was busy with being the Lord Commander second in command. However, now that he got his son back, they probably do the things they never did before. Things start going well until Jemima trips and falls on the ground.

 Jemima-  “Oww!!”

 Little Cato - *concerned* “Jemmy! Are you okay?”

 Jemima’s eyes well up with tears as she looks at her knee, which is scraped. 

 Jemima - *whimpering* “I hurt my knee....”

 Little Cato - “Aww...Don't worry my dad can fix it for you.”

 Avocato hears the cries and rushes over. He knelt down and said:

 Avocato - “What happened?”

 Little Cato - “We were playing tag and Jemima tripped and hurt herself.”

      At first, he felt like he wanted to scold Little Cato for not being more careful with Jemima. However, he didn’t want Little Cato to feel bad for something that wasn’t his fault. He is trying to move past his time being strict with Little Cato when he used to work for the Lord Commander. Also it would be a bad example for Jemima to be strict with Little Cato and not her. 

 Avocato -  “Aww sweetie, did you get a boo-boo?”

 Jemima nodded and cried. Avocato gently pick her up in his arms and hugged her. Jemima hugged him back and cried.

 Avocato - *comforting* “Aww, don't cry honey. Avocato will make it all better.”

 Jemima - *whimpers* “Y-you will?”

 Avocato nods and Jemima to the bench and Little Cato followed. Then he takes out the first aid kit. He always carries one around in case somebody or even himself get hurts. 

 Avocato - “Now try to hold still. This might sting a bit.”

 He sprays some disinfectant and even though Jemima winces, Little Cato held her hand.

 Little Cato - “It's okay you will be fine.”

 Jemima whimpers and nods. Avocato, then, puts a bandage on her knee and gives it a kiss.

 Avocato - “There we go. All better.”

 Jemima - *smiled* “Thank you.”

 Avocato - *smiles* “And for being such a brave girl, how about we get some ice cream?”

 Jemima - “Yay! I love ice cream!”

 Little Cato - *happy* “Me too! I'm getting mint chocolate chips.”

 Jemima - “I want double chocolate.”

 Avocato - *smiles* “Okay that sound good.”

 Avocato buys the kids their ice cream from an ice cream stand. Then even gets a vanilla cone for himself since him and Little Cato barley get to eat sweets. Then they all sit on a bench nearby and enjoy their treats.

 Jemima - “Yummy! I haven't had it in a long time.”

 Little Cato - “Really?”

 Jemima - “Yep. We didn't have much sweets at the orphanage.”

 Avocato - “Was the orphanage you grew up in was terrible?”

 Jemima - “No not really. I got along with everyone, we had good meals every day and mom....”

 Little Cato - “What was bad about that?”

 Jemima - “Well she was nice to us and loved us. At least I thought she did…”

 Avocato - *confused* “What do you mean?”

 Jemima - *sadly* “Well when my friends were adopted....they were never really adopted.”

 Little Cato - *shocked* “What?”

 Jemima - *sadly* “They were sold away…”

 Avocato and Little Cato gasped in horror. They couldn’t believe a sweet little girl like Jemima was in an orphanage like that. 

 Jemima: *sadly* “Even my best friend....Conny.”

 Little Cato - *concerned* “What happened to her?”

 Jemima - *sad* “They told me....she was killed....”

 They both gasp and Jemima sighed in sadness. It was hard for Jemima to talk about what happened to her friends. But she did feel better letting those feelings out. 

 Avocato - *sadly* “Oh sweetheart....I'm so sorry.”

 Jemima - “It's okay...Mom is just someone who takes care of us. My real mommy was gone after I was born.”

 Little Cato - *sympathy* “Man that sucks.”

 Jemima looks sad until Avocato puts his arm around her.

 Avocato - *comforting* “Don't be sad, kiddo. We can protect you.”

 Little Cato - *comforting as well* “Yeah we got your back.”

 Jemima - “You do?”

 Avocato - “Of course we do.”

 Jemima hugs them both and they head home. Today have been a great day for all them. They never have a true bond like that before and never felt happier. 

 ()()()()()()()()()

       As the days passed, everyone else began to bond with the young girl. Gary tells she'd stories about his dad, Trina would show Jemima her alchemy powers, Quinn took her shopping for some new clothes, Ash and Fox play games with her, Mooncake gives her hugs whenever she feels sad. Hue teaches her how to read and write properly; Little Cato plays with her and Avocato watches over her like a father would. KVN would try to talk and sing to her but it just kept annoying everybody. One evening, he calls for a meeting with everyone while Jemima is asleep, and everybody was in the meeting room.

 Avocato - “You know how we all spend time with Jemima?”

 Trina - “Yeah I mean I have been making little shows and presents for her with my powers.”

 Gary - *impressed* “Wow! What'd you make her?”

 Trina - “Baby birds, dogs, trees, flowers, etc.”

 Ash - “Aww how sweet! Ooh! Next time you should make a flamethrower! She would love that.”

 Everybody looked at Ash oddly. 

 Avocato - “...Anyway, the reason I wanted to talk to you is important. First off, Jemima told me she used to live at an orphanage.”

 Quinn - “Wait she did?”

 Avocato - *sad* “Yeah But it wasn't a good one either.”

 Little Cato explained everything Jemima told them, and everyone was shocked. 

 Trina - “Oh my god!”

 Gary - *sympathy* “Man and I though living in a spaceship with robots is bad…”

 Hue - *offended* “Hey!”

 Gary - “No offense Hue.”

 KVN - “And me?”

 Gary - “I rather actually shoot myself in the foot then to be with you!”

 Quinn - “So now what?”

 Avocato - “I wanted to tell you that I've made my decision.”

 Little Cato - “What is your decision Dad?”

 Avocato - *thought for a minute* “Well first I want to ask you son. *kneels down and puts a hand on his son's shoulder* Do you like Jemima staying with us?”

 Little Cato - “Well yeah of course cause she's adorable and the sweetest little girl I ever met.”

 Avocato: *smiles* “I'm so glad to hear that. Because she's gonna stay with us permanently.”

 Little Cato - *suspired* “You mean?”

 Avocato - *smiles and nod* “That’s right. I'm gonna adopt Jemima.”

 Gary - *joyful* “Really? That's freakin awesome!!”

 Quinn - *touched* “How sweet!”

 Little Cato - *happy* “I get a new little sister!”

 Gary - “And a new member of Team Squad!”

 Avocato - “Well she is still pretty young but I'm sure she'll be of help to us.”

 Quinn - “We can also train her too.”

 Little Cato - “Now hold on. She's not a fighter like us. I mean we can't just force her to train. She’s not a robot or solider.”

 Avocato - “Not now but maybe when she's older.”

 Trina - “But he is right though. When she grows up, she may not want to fight.”

 Avocato - “Good point.”

 Gary - “All we know is that we got a new little buddy on the ship.”

 Quinn - “Yep. So when are you gonna tell her?”

 Avocato -  “I will tomorrow but there's something I want y'all to do first.”

 Trina - “Okay what is it?”

 Avocato - “I wanna plan a surprise for her.”

 Gary - “Ooh! I like it!”

 He tells them the plan and they go prepare. They worked hard to prepare the party for Jemima. They want it to make it extra special for her since she now a new member. 

 ()()()()()()()()()

 The next day, Quinn makes a special breakfast for everyone. Everybody was in the kitchen waiting and then Quinn said:

 Quinn - “Can one of you guys wake up Jemima?”

 Gary - “I'm on it.”

 Jemima was peacefully asleep until Gary began to gently shake her. 

 Gary - “Come on Jemima wake up.”

 Jemima starts to wake up and rubs her eyes.

 Jemima - “Hi Mr. Gary....”

 Gary -  “Hi sweetie. Did you sleep good?”

 Jemima - “Yes.”

 Gary - “Breakfast is ready. I'll help you get dressed.”

 Jemima - “Oh boy! Thanks!”

 Gary - “No problem.”

 Gary helps her get dressed and teeth brushed. Then they join the others for breakfast.

 Gary - “Here we are!”

 Jemima - “Good morning”

 Trina - “Good morning Jemima.”

 Avocato - “Morning sweetheart.”

 Jemima - “What's for breakfast?”

 Trina - “It's something really good.”

 Quinn made pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausages, biscuits, hash browns and fruit bowls. Jemima eyes widen and sat down on the table. Jemima began to eat, and she smiled.

 Jemima - “This is really good!”

 Quinn - *smiled* “Thanks I did learn how to cook.”

 Avocato - “And later today, we have a big surprise for you sweetheart.”

 Jemima - *amazed* “Ooh what is it!”

 Avocato: *smiles* “You'll have to wait until later honey.”

 Jemima - *bummed* “Aw man. Okay.”

 Gary - “Don't worry time will pass like a fly!”

 They eat and later Avocato takes Jemima around the ship with Little Cato while the others work on the surprise. They didn’t want the surprised to be ruined and to make extra sure, they locked KVN up so he wouldn’t spoil it. 

 Jemima - “This place is so big! How long have you all been on this ship?

 Avocato - “A couple of months.”

 Jemima - “Oh okay.”

 Avocato - “How long were you at that orphanage?”

 Jemima - “All my life until now.”

 Avocato - “Whoa…”

 Jemima - “Yeah. Mom said my real mommy went to heaven after I was born, and I never saw my daddy.”

 Avocato- *sad* “I'm really sorry about that.”

 Jemima - “It's okay.”

 Little Cato gave a signal to his father that the party is ready. Avocato give each a silent nod and the other came together out the room and went to Jemima. 

 Avocato - “Sweetheart? There's something I want to talk to you about.”

 Jemima - “What is it?”

 Avocato - “Well....how do you like it here?”

 Jemima - “I like it here a lot the people are really nice!”

 Little Cato - “And we like you too.”

 Jemima - *happy* “Aww Thanks.”

 Avocato -  “Well how would you like to stay here forever?”

 Jemima - *gasps* in happiness* “Really!? You mean it

 Avocato - “Yes and I know a way you can.”

 Jemima - “How?”

 He hands her a piece of paper and she looks at it. She was confused by them because she was still new to reading. The words were too big for her to read and understand. 

 Jemima - “What are these?”

 Avocato - “Adoption papers. Once we both sign it, you are officially family?”

 Jemima - *gasps* “You mean?”

 Avocato: *nods* “That's right. I'm gonna be your new Daddy.”

 Jemima looks at her with wide eyes. She couldn't believe that he's getting a new family! She looks down for a moment and her eyes well up, causing the other two to be concerned.

 Little Cato - *concerned* “What's wrong Jemmy?”

 Avocato - *concerned* “Oh sweetheart, did I upset you? I'm sorry. If you don't want to right now, we can-“

 Jemima -  “It's not that. *her eyes go wide again, and she leaps into Avocato arms* I'm so happy!!!”

 Avocato smiles and hugged her tightly.  

 Avocato- “You deserve to have somebody who would always love and protect you. You are an amazing little girl and I want you to grow up to be an amazing person.”

 Jemima: *teats up happily* “I can't believe it! I'm gonna have a daddy!”

 Little Cato -  “And that's not all.”

 Jemima - “What do you mean?”

 Little Cato - *points to himself* “Now you have an older brother too!”

 Jemima - *happy* “Really?!”

 Little Cato - *happy and proud* “Yep! And I promise to love you and keep you safe.”

 Avocato - “We all promise you that Jemima.”

 Jemima - *joyful* “I get a big brother?!”

 Little Cato - “You betcha!”

 Jemima hugs her new brother. Little Cato smiled because now he got a new sibling he can care for. 

 Jemima - “I'm so happy!!”

 Avocato - “And I promise to be a good father to you both.”

 He hugs both of his kids. He was happy now that he not only got a chance of being a father again, but now he can learn from his mistakes with Jemima. 

 Little Cato - “And that's not all. Ready for your surprise?”

 Jemima - “Oh yes!”

 They take her back to the living room and....

 Everyone - “SURPRISE!!!”

 Jemima - *gasps* “Wow! A party?!”

 Gary - “Yep that was your surprise.”

 Jemima - *confused* “But it's not my birthday.”

 Quinn - “No but it's something just as wonderful.”

 Ash and Fox reveal a banner that says, "Welcome Home Jemima!" In purple letters and glittery letters. There were even drawings of all of them. 

 Fox - “You are part of our family now”

 Mooncake hugged her.

 Jemima - “Aww Thanks everyone!”

 Gary -  “There's something else for your adoption too.”

 Jemima - *confused* “What is it?”

 Gary and Quinn knelt down in front of her and smiled.

 Gary - *smiled* “From now on, I want you to call me Uncle Gary.”

 Quinn - *smiled* “And me Auntie Quinn.”

 Trina - “You can call me Cousin Trina.” 

 Ash - “And Cousin Ash.”

 Fox - “And awesome guy!”

 Jemima - *eyes widen in amazement* “Wow!! I never had an aunt, uncle, or cousins before!”

 Kevin - “And me, Uncle Kevin!”

 Jemima - *annoyed* “No!”

 Gary - “Don't worry about him. He's the family member nobody cares or likes at all.”

 Trina - “Oh yeah.”

 Quinn - “Big time.”

 Avocato -  “No doubt.”

 Jemima - “Yeah. He’s creepy and annoying.” 

 Avocato - “Doesn't matter kiddo. You have a family now.”

 Gary - “An Awesome Family!”

 Quinn - “And we will protect you.”

 Trina - “No matter what happened.”

 Ash - “And play with you!”

 Hue - “And teach you”

 Gary - “That's a mega super promise! That can’t ever break. Ever.”

 Ash - “And be awesome!”

 Fox - “Like us!”

 Jemima: *sheds happy tears* “This is the happiest day of my life! I love you all so much!”

 Jemima ran and gave all of them a hug. They all took turns hugging Jemima. 

 Jemima - “I love you guys.”

 Avocato - *smiled* “We love you too, baby.”

 Jemima smiled and hugged her now new family which she always wanted. Everybody was happy that not only they got a new member on the team, but something always wanted: a family. Even though does have a bunch of weirdos, they will always stick by no matter what happened. 

 Hope you like it!

[amorisabelle]

Dirt Rich, Hoes Mad

INVOLVED: Naomi King, Maya Morgan, Isabelle Marshall, Victoria Perry, and Melaine Ashton TIME FRAME: Sunday, December 22, 2019 LOCATION: Shopping Plaza; Denver, Colorado SUMMARY: The women take a trip to the shopping strip, after Trina’s suggestion to go shopping. 

Naomi walked behind Maya and the trick, which she’d now named her, as they moved down a strip of clothing stores to shop in.

Maya walked in front of the group, her hands were covered with nice thick leather gloves and she had on a matching fur coat. She stared off at the nothing at all as she thought to herself silently.

Melaine reached out for a glove covered hand, getting Maya’s attention as the woman looked off dazed. “Oh” she said exaggeratedly as she looked at the negligee in the window as they walked past it. “That is gorgeous Maya” she pointed out as she looked over at her friend with a wide grin. “I love that” she emphasized.

“I don’t like that” Naomi said scrunching up her face in response to the woman as she looked at her.

“Well I think you should get it” Melaine said rolling her eyes in response to Naomi as she looked back to her friend.

Naomi swapped glances with Melaine and she raised a brow before she shifted on her heels. She couldn’t stand this bitch, she thought as she adjusted her fur coat.

“Me?” Maya asked a bit of a chuckle on her lips, was she kissing? Had she seen the size of her lately? “It would take two of those to even fit me” she said gripping her Louis Vuitton bag in her other hand as she pointed at the lingerie with the other. “You are trippin’” she said as a chuckle left her lips again.

“Come on” Melaine said, grabbing her hand again and leading her towards the store's entrance. “Come on, we are going in,” she told her.

Naomi followed behind the two women shaking her head disappointedly, this bitch had some nerve. To taunt Maya in her face blatantly sickened her. Why had she listened to Victoria and Isabelle? She should have told her friend the instant she said she was.

“Something’s going on with you and I can feel it,” Victoria said to Isabelle as they staggered behind Naomi, Maya, and Melaine.

Looking over at Victoria as they walked, Isabelle sighed. “He told my secretary not to call me this week,” she explained, shifting her shopping bags in her hands as she adjusted her purse under her arm and her long mink coat a bit.

“Girl, the man is just looking out for you,” Victoria said as she grabbed the door behind Naomi, walking into the shop. “You’re on vacation, Belle.”

Moving into the shop swiftly, Isabelle looked back at Victoria. “I hope that’s what it is,” she began with a shake of her head, “you know, since I made partner, he’s been so different,” she told Victoria as she began to look at a few different items.

Moving alongside Isabelle, step for step, Victoria said, “you’re busy. You are so busy. We can’t even reach you.” She gestured to herself and their friends.

Scoffing, Isabelle replied, “well…” she began with a sigh, “you know how long I’ve wanted this. Now, it’s finally happening, and I have a lot of demands on me,” she told Victoria as they looked through various racks of clothes, “and I don’t want another child. I have a career.”

Listening to her friend, Victoria nodded and pointed at her. “Ah, okay. Now we get to the bottom of this. That’s what this is about,” she said as she moved to look over at something else. “Have you talked to him?”

Isabelle turned to Victoria, leaning in. “Of course, I have but all he talks about is having a son,” she groaned softly, “and ugh, I don’t want to.”

“Belle, compromise!” Victoria said, almost pleading her friend. “Marriage is about give and take. You know that.”

“I know…” Isabelle muttered before she added, “Well, look, I compromised with Kenya.” She sighed softly before she continued, needing to explain herself. “Okay? I mean, don’t get me wrong. I love her,” she said very maternally and protectively., “of course I do but I am not having another baby.” Turning she moved to walk away from Victoria muttering, “there’s no compromise in that.” She turned to look back at her friend once more as something dawned on her and she frowned her face saying, “oh, Vic, I’m so sorry, honey. Is this difficult for you?”

As Isabelle turned to her apologetically, Victoria looked at her, her eyebrows furrowing in sadness and confusion before she said, “what? Oh girl, please. No, I’m fine,” she rushed out, waving her friend off before she changed the subject. “Oh, look at this. This would be cute on you.”

Melaine stood in the background, shuffling through the clothing racks as she searched the clothing over idly.

“We are talking about you and Calvin” Maya stressed to her friend as she sat down before her, hands resting in her pockets. “I am going to have to pray for you all” she said to her looking her over.

“Oh no” Naomi said as she looked to Maya “we need to talk about you and Levi!” she stressed back to her with a neck roll as she stood before the woman. “That’s who needs prayer” she said knowingly.

Maya chuckled at that; her husband was a saint what did the woman mean. “Levi is not so bad” she said shaking her head at her words. “I just need to lose some weight and it will get better for us” she told her personally as she adjusted her coat confidently.

Naomi rolled her eyes at that, was her friend crazy? She was beautiful no matter what size she was; she always had been beautiful. From college to now, how could she be little herself?

“It’s me” Maya said back to Naomi “I know it’s me” she added for good measure trying to convince the women that everything was all her fault because she felt deep down inside it was. Yes, though they knew nothing of the abuse and the fact that she hadn’t been able to get pregnant from her husband as of yet. She was depressed as hell and that contributed to it, but she just needed to find common ground, how to be a better wife? How to get him to love her, accordingly. “It is me,” she said looking at Victoria.

“Maya,” Victoria said as she walked over, having heard this part of their conversation. “Maya, don’t blame yourself like that.”

Naomi looked over at Isabelle, she was irritated, upset in fact to think her friend had all of this pint up inside of her about a damn man that was no good.

“I am trying to lose weight” she said to them all, desperation in her voice. “Sometimes he looks at me like I disgust him” Maya said brokenly as she dropped her head in shame. “It’ll get better” she said again trying to convince them and herself “it’ll get better, I know it” she repeated as she looked to Naomi.

“Oh, Maya,” Victoria said sadly, rubbing Maya’s arm gently.

Naomi looked to Maya and sighed, that was it. She knew the shit wouldn’t get better. “Look, Maya, honey” she breathed out with a heavy heart “I got to tell you something” she said holding her hands up as she clasped them together.

“Naomi,” Isabelle interjected quickly from her spot standing behind Maya and she shook her head at Naomi, before looking down at Victoria pointedly.

Maya looked to Naomi curiously, then to Isabelle as she stopped the woman in her tracks. What was going on between them that she didn’t know about she wondered as she sat there before them.

Melaine grabbed the piece of lingerie she thought would complement Maya’s thick frame and she walked over to the group with it. It was a set, a baby pink bra and panty set with a matching robe attached to it.

“What is it?” Maya asked them really wanting to know as she looked around at the three.

“Listen” Naomi said to the girl before she was cut off by none other than, Miss trick-a.

“Wait Maya look at what I found in your size, girl” Melaine said to her with a smile on her face as she held it up to them. “Girl, Levi is going to love you in this” she said confidently. “It’s this hot.”

Maya looked to the set and then she looked down, not sure if any of that was true at all.

“Did she just-” Naomi said looking to friends and then to Melaine. She pushed the woman aside and said “can you all get her out of here please” a disgusted look on her face.

“Naomi!” Victoria said as she stood up, pushing her friend back and away from Melaine quickly.

Maya got up from her sitting position and said “Naomi” pleadingly. “Noami!” she said again.

“What?” Naomi snapped at the woman.

“Why do you have to be so mean to her?” Maya asked her as an angry Melaine stormed off.

Melaine marched off angrily, she was so tired of this same woman. She put the set back on the rack as she moved for the exit excusing her.

“Maya, I don’t like her” Naomi stressed as he pointed at an angry Melaine as she continued to parade out.

“You don’t even know her?” Maya said disappointedly to her friend.

“No!” Naomi barked “you!” Naomi stressed looking at her with wide eyes “don't know her” she told her in response.

“Trippin’” Maya replied to her as she walked away moving to follow behind her friend.

“Okay Dr. Perry, what do you have to say about that?” Naomi asked the woman who thought she knew it all.

“She’s not ready,” Victoria said as she stood in between Naomi and Isabelle, shaking her head.

“Oh yeah” Naomi said in response sarcastically, that was very clear already among them as she turned her head, running her hands through her bob.

Sighing out with a cut of her eyes, Isabelle co-signed Victoria. “You can say that again.” As the store clerk walked up to them, Isabelle eyed the woman up and down.

“We don’t keep cash in the store,” the store clerk said to the group of loud-mouthed and clearly rambunctious women she had been keeping a close eye on since they first walked into the store.

Isabelle’s neck jerked back at the woman’s racist words and she rolled her neck slightly as she lolled her head over to look at Naomi.

Victoria was taken back by the woman and she couldn’t help the expression of disgust that appeared on her face.

Naomi looked to the white woman before and she furrowed her brows “wait” she paused “did she just say that because we are black?” she asked her friends before she moved to follow behind the white bitch. “Uh, uh. I’ma have to-”

“Naomi!” Victoria fussed, chasing after Naomi in the store.

Maya looked back to see Naomi chasing the store clerk and she looked around confused.

Melaine stood over near Maya, discussing something privately with each other before she looked at Naomi. Shaking her head as usual the woman had to show her ass every second of the day.

[rolaplayor101]

Ok so there are two parts why: personally and canonically XD

Ok so how I even started thinking about it was when I was looking up Riley from Inside Out, I think? Cause I thought she was a guy in the trailer and i looked on the interwebs to see if other people had the same thought but then I saw a post by Disney Confessions that said they thought she was a Demiboy or Demigirl or something like that and i was like Oooh that makes sense (that was also when I found out about that particular gender identity I think) and as I kept scrolling through Disney Confessions i think(??? This was a while ago so Idk) someone said they thought Hiro was aro ace or asexual romantic something or I dunno and then I remembered when I watched the movie like how they first introduced Gogo when she flipped her hair and took off her helmet, which is totally used as a Meet Cute™ moment in most stuff, and how my first thought was ooghhh here we go again but nothing happened with them the rest of the movie even at the end.

And then there was the pink blast seen when honey took her glasses off and I was like oh Geeze™ but still, nothing happened and I was just so happy it went the whole movie without romance and focused on building family dynamics. Nevermind age gaps because cartoons don't care about young men having crushes on older teen girls (Ferb and Vanessa, bubblegum and Finn, dipper and Wendy). And so I was like YEAH I CAN GET BEHIND THAT and so I did. I was around Hiro's age when I found out I was asexual and when I first watched the movie and so it was super cool I could just have the headcanon and like never have it debunked unless another movie came out or something-

And low and behold BIG HERO SIX THE SERIES and gosh a part of me was like leave the gosh darn movie alone and by itself but also I really wanted to see more of my faves, especially Tadashi because I wrote a very long fanfic of him and my oc his boyfriend with legit like only 20 minutes of Tadashi screen time. (Its called Tadashi Hamada Is Mine btw go check it out) and so I watched it and while watching it I was extremely disappointed how one dimensional the show made them, cause when you just have a movie you can imagine the characters as three dimensional as you like by inferencing stuff from montages in the movie and little things like how they move and look at each other and stuff but now you have the show that just makes Gogo the edgy one and Honey the super bright one and just archetypes that aren’t that interesting anymore.

And then they introduce these girls like Karmi and Trina and I'm like they can NOT actually be trying to give him romantic interests like are you serious?? And as I watch I notice just how uncomfortable Hiro is with her. Like at first he's seriously trying to be her friend and work with her but she’s so mean to him and for no good reason?? Like, even when she is being awful to deal with he still tries being nice and when he finds out Karmi has a crush on his hero side he gets all uncomfortable, ESPECIALLY in the fanfic episode because, yeah, who wouldn’t? It’s like one direction or kpop or youtube ship fics, it’s weird! but especially cause he isn’t interested in romance at all! He’s even annoyed that people are shipping him with Karmi in that one scene, which furthers the idea that he’s not interested at all in her.

there was that moment in the episode that Karmi met that female scientist and Hiro was jealous, and usually, cartoons make an effort to have the mc’s friends tease them about having a crush on romantic interest AKA Karmi, but the bh6 crew only commented on his jealousy for not winning the thing. 

Then Trina, he was more interested in the Botfights than her, really. He blushed after she complimented his bot-building skills because he was flattered. Creating is his main focus, his passion, and obviously, it feels nice to have that recognized, which is also why he tries so hard at school and against Karmi and to live up to Tadashi. (though yeah i could be looking wayyyy to deep into it(cause i am XD)) Anyway, he becomes Trina’s mentor, and it’s a nice change for him because after probably building stuff on his own and having Tadashi there to support him, and then losing Tadashi and having all these people at college around him just as good or even better at it than him, he started to feel, as Honey put it, insecure. Being a hero gives him confidence, which is why he’s always working on updates for their suits. The bot fighter episode was about his gambling addiction and someone being a bad influence on him, similar to Emmet and his alter ego in the Lego Movie 2. He was supposed to see himself as her, not with her.

Also there’s this:

which kinda debunks my headcanon, but there was a reason it was taken out, right? Like, the writers changed their minds and decided he wouldn’t have a crush on her! So, like, his preferences, or lack thereof, are still up in the air!!

Also, it follows through the aroace scientist thing fandom has going, like for Sherlock before people shipped him with John, or Pidge from Voltron, and characters in anime that outright say romance is stupid because they're only focused on projects.

Outside of that, it just makes me happy to have some plausible aroace rep. I'm demihetro ace myself, but it’s nice to be able to see a main character in a cartoon series not have to pay romance any attention or even want it when it inevitably comes up in conversation. Does that make sense?? anyway yeah Long Live AroAce Hiro Hamada™, he baby

[robinrunsfiction]

Irresistible - Chapter 5

The following week Jennifer and I were putting our things away in the locker room before our pilates class when I heard something that caught my attention.

“Have you gone out with Pete recently?”

“No,” came the annoyed response. “He’s been going out with that jewelry store girl for a while now.” I’d heard that voice before. Trina.

By this point Jennifer was listening as well and looking at me with wide eyes. I just held up a finger to my lips to shush her.

“Which girl? Wait, is that the one from Bernard’s? Kinda cute, decent tits?”

I looked at Jennifer shocked and although tiny, she looked like she was ready to go fight them. I shook my head, more interested in hearing what they were going to say about me.

“Yea, that one. Obviously she’s just using him for the money or something.“

“And he’s probably just using her for sex,” the friend replied.

“Probably. He used to call me like once a week at least, now I haven’t heard from him in forever. Maybe I’ll call him soon. He’s gotta be bored by now.”

My blood was starting to boil at this point. How dare they assume I was using him for anything! This is why I never went out with guys who had a ton of money or status. I didn’t want to be a part of the gossip.

Just then another girl walked in, glancing at us before continuing to the next row of lockers. “Who are we talking about?”

“Pete and that nobody he’s been dating; I think her name is (YN).”

“You know she is like right over there?” The new girl said.

Jennifer and I both looked at each other again with panic written on both our faces. I decided to get up, rounded the corner, and looked at the group of Lululemon clad girls who had just finished the class before ours.

“Thanks for calling me cute, but only decent tits? Really? I think they’re better than that!” I said before I left the locker room with Jennifer giggling behind me.

“Did you see the looks on their faces?” Jennifer asked when we were out of the locker room. “Wait, are you ok?”

I shook my head and leaned against the wall. “I don’t want to have to deal with all this bullshit. I just wanna date a cool guy who is in to me too, but instead I get one who is all wrapped up in the society pages and real housewives wannabes who think they’re entitled and,” I could feel the tears start to well up. “Its not what I wanted and its exhausting.”

“Its ok to say you’re hurt by what they said,” Jennifer said quietly, rubbing my arm.

I nodded. “And it sucks because none of it is true.”

“I know. Come on, lets get to class.”

~

That night when I got home I kept staring at my phone. Pete and I didn’t have plans, because we were two individuals who liked each others company, but we weren’t a couple, we just went out, were dating, no big deal.

Except I just kept imagining Trina in her stupid Lululemon outfit calling Pete and him meeting up with her and them making out and then…

No, I had to stop myself. I was going off the rails. I picked up the phone.

Talk me down babe.

Whats up? Christine replied.

Tell me not to txt pete about what hes doing rn

Do NOT text Pete about what or who he is doing what now!

Why tf would you say that?

I thought you were being chill with him

Ugh I am. But I like him. I just dontlike all the girls who wanna get with him and his $$$

The money isn’t the problem, it’s the shit associated with the money that’s the problem, you know it

Youre right

I’m always right. So text him and be like hey, thinking of you lets hang when youre in town or whatever

I sighed. Christine was right very very often, and it was obnoxious. I picked up my phone again.

Just wanted to say hey

Ugh. That was dumb, but it was sent so there was nothing more I could do. A few minutes later as I was about a mile deep on some random Instagram, Pete called.

“Hey,” I answered, still feeling very self-conscious about how lame my text was.

“Hey beautiful, I saw your text and thought I’d call.”

“What’s going on?”

“I just landed back in Chicago, wanna grab dinner?”

“Oh, I didn’t think you were getting back for a while. Is there a problem?”

“Nothing major, but they need me in a meeting tomorrow morning, so here I am.”

“Well isn’t it my lucky day then,” I couldn’t help but smile.

“So, dinner?”

“As long as you don’t have any better offers.”

“God no. I’ll be the in a few.”

I felt a smug sense of relief wash over me. I needed to stop thinking about how Pete seemed like he would be on paper and focus on how he actually was.

I pulled on a purple wrap dress and quickly put on some makeup. Knowing Pete, he’d take us some place super nice and I’d feel all awkward and out of place if I didn’t. Not long after I buzzed Pete up to my apartment and somehow despite the fact that he had just been on a four-and-a-half-hour flight, he looked totally unruffled.

“How do you do it?” I asked as I shut the door behind me and headed to the elevator.

“Do what?”

“Look like you just rolled out a GQ photo shoot with your perfectly rolled up sleeves and just slightly undone tie and,” I trailed off because I was starting to get a little hot beneath the collar just looking at him like that.

“Perks of flying private I guess,” he replied with a laugh.

“Oh come on, how did I not see that coming?” I replied rolling my eyes as we got on the elevator. Of course he flew private, that’s how he got a flight home on such short notice.

“You should come with me some time, maybe an extended weekend getaway?” He asked as he took a step toward me and placing his hands on my waist.

“I think I could be convinced of that,” I replied as he leaned down and kissed me. All too soon the elevator doors dinged open and we headed out to his car.

“So where are we going tonight?” I asked as we slipped into the back seat.

“Just wait and see,” he said as we pulled away from the curb.

After a while we arrived at small, hole in the wall looking Mexican restaurant. Pete hopped out and opened the door for me as we went in.

“Just copying my ides now I see.”

“Not exactly,” he laughed. Then I realized that the place was empty, which I didn’t think anything of at first, it was kinda late on a weeknight. But then I noticed there were candles on a table right in the middle of the floor, and the lights were dimmed. I glanced back at the door and saw that the sign on the door was flipped so to passersby it would read closed.

“Oh, I see what you did!” I laughed, as he pulled out a chair for me. “So do you have some thing where you can’t eat in front of other people, so you just compulsively have to buy out entire restaurants?”

He laughed as the waiter set down menus. “No, I just like my privacy.”

That got my mind going back to earlier in the day and my stomach lurched at the memory, but I decided to confront it head on. “But people talk about you, and like your personal life and stuff.”

“I know that happens. But I don’t want to give people anything more to talk about than they already do, ya know?” Then he narrowed his eyes at me. “Why? Did someone say something to you?”

“No, I overheard that girl Trina and a couple others that I don’t know by name talking about me and you at the gym today.” My heart was racing. I felt like I was snitching on the mean girl at school. “She said we were both using each other, and she was gonna hit you up to hook up because you’d be bored with me by now.”

“(YN) you know that I would never use you for anything, and don’t believe that you would ever use me either,” he said reaching across the table and taking my hand.

“Obviously,” I replied.

“And I really don’t think I’d ever get bored of you. You keep me on my toes,” he said with a grin starting to spread across his face.

“Someone has to stop you from always getting your way. I can’t imagine life is exciting when you have your say all the time,” I replied with a smirk. “So how did you find this?”

“My friend Joe is a total foodie. He knows probably all your secret little spots, and then some. He recommended this place for some of the most authentic, delicious Mexican food in the Chicagoland area.”

“Wait, Joe Trohman, the food critic? I have thoughts on some of his reviews.”

“I’ll introduce you some time, I’m sure he’d like to hear them.”

“Hmm, I doubt it,” I laughed.

The rest of the evening in the restaurant went well. I really felt like we were getting to know each other, and we were connecting on a real level. And hearing Pete reassure me that he wasn’t using me, or going to get bored of me, really made me feel better, even though I know I was being paranoid about the whole thing. But sometimes you need to hear those things to make them stick.

When we finished our meals, we headed out to his waiting car. When we were inside, Pete pulled out his phone for first time all night and chuckled.

“Just like you said,” he said holding up the phone. “Trina.”

I almost rolled my eyes, but quickly scanned over the messages on the screen. The last one was from two months ago, before we met. A sense of relief washed over me. “Why don’t I ever hear from you anymore?” I read aloud. “What are you gonna say?”

“(YN).”

“What?”

“No, that’s what I’m telling her,” he said holding his phone up again and saw he had just texted my name back to her. Then her replied popped up.

“’Are you fucking kidding me?’” I read off the screen. “She seems so nice.”

“Screw it,” Pete muttered and blocked her number and I may have laughed a little too hard with delight, but he grinned back at me. “So, where to next?”

I shrugged. “The night is young and I don’t have to be in to work until later tomorrow so wherever you want.”

“Wanna come back to my place?” He asked tentatively.

“Will it make me feel like crap for my tiny apartment?”

“We don’t have to-”

“No, no, I wanna see the lifestyles of the rich and Chicago famous,” I interjected. “Let’s go.”

When we arrived at the ridiculously tall building on the shores of Lake Michigan, I again couldn’t say I was really surprised.

We took the elevator up what felt like a thousand floors, but Pete’s apartment wasn’t even on the top. When he opened the door, I was slightly stunned by the space. It was clean and modern, but not disgustingly so. The view from the living room was something to behold. Lake Michigan seemed to spread on forever in the inky darkness of the night as cars flew by on the street below. To the south, the sparkling lights of downtown Chicago illuminated the view from the dining room.

“I know I said you don’t need to impress me, but this is spectacular,” I said in awe as I took in the views.

“Obviously the lake is more beautiful in the daytime,” he started.

“So maybe I should be here to see it?”

“That’s what I was thinking,” he said closing the distance between us, his hand cupping my cheek as I leaned in and kissed him. My arms draped over his shoulders so I could run my hands through his hair. The kiss deepened as he gripped my waist and our tongues moved against each other, trying to best the other, just like how we always interacted.

“Want to go someplace more comfortable?” He asked pulling back for air. I nodded and he took my hand, guiding me up the stairs. When we reached the next floor I glanced around, but it seemed we were in his home office.

“Come on, I’ll give you the full tour later,” he said giving a tug to my hand and I noticed there was another staircase.

“Three floors? For one man?”

“I got it for a steal, and it’s an investment in the future,” he replied as we made it up to third floor bedroom which had wide windows looking out on the lake. In the middle of the room was a king-sized bed that looked like it was going to be the softest thing I had ever sat on and I couldn’t wait.

“I assume there’s a bathroom around here?” I asked glancing around.

“Behind you,” he said with a nod.

“Be right back,” I replied and slipped inside. Of course the bathroom was as gorgeous as the rest of the apartment. Marble everything, but I noticed the floor was heated under my bare feet. I checked my hair and make up in the mirror, fixing my slightly smudged lipstick. I took a deep breath and got brave. I untied my dress, letting the material slip to the floor and glanced at myself in the mirror. “Nailed it,” I whispered to myself as I admired the matching black lace bra and panties I had the foresight to wear tonight. We’d been out enough times without things getting to this level, it was only natural it was going to happen any time now, and I was ready.

“Goddamn,” Pete muttered as I stepped out of the bathroom. He had already untucked his shirt, and undone the first few buttons on his shirt and I had to stop myself from pouncing on him right then. Instead I kept my composure and sauntered across the room and dragged my finger down his chest, looking at him through my eyelashes.

“(YN), you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” Pete murmured before pressing his lips to mine again. I smiled as I started to unbutton his shirt and broke the kiss as I pushed back the material from his body. I gasped slightly as I took in his muscular body, with even more beautiful, bad ass, incredible tattoos than I had already gotten a glimpse of on his arms. If it was at all possible for him to get hotter, he just did.

“Oh my god,” I murmured, looking up at his cocky smirk.

“Don’t forget I’m full of surprises.”

“Ugh, shut up and kiss me,” I replied grabbing his face and pulling him to me. He spun us around, my back hitting the softness of the bed and I giggled. “Now let’s get to those surprises.”

Chapter 6

[dazzlingfantasiesblogs]

Hurricane P38

Happy x REader

Warnings/Triggers: 18+ only. If under 18 Kindly un-follow me. Kissing and smut like stuff. Well kinda not really. FLuffy as all hell. 

Notes: AWW!! Short chapter, sorry loves.

Tags: @moodygrip @trippinjenni @mywhitehatisbigger @jenny885 @camobighairnboots

Gifs and pics are not mine!

After binging Orange is the New Black with your girls 5:30 PM rolled around. You walked to the bathroom and cleaned your face. Going up to your loft you looked down at your girls who where knocked out. You went ahead and put on some simple smokey eyeshadow. The main part of your eyelids pink and flowed out black. You chose a nude lipstick to go with the whole look. You started to warm your curler putting a brush threw your hair. You decided to go with mixed curls in a half do.

After curling you hair you went to your wardrobe. You phone dinged.

Happy: “Wear something classy, but comfortable.”

You looked at the text confused.

You: “So you expecting to eat somewhere classier than the diner, then fuck me in the bathroom?”

Happy: “Your playing with fire little girl..”

The warning sent familiar sparks through your body of excitement.

You walked down the stairs in leggings and a nice laced red shirt with a deep v. Wearing a black laced bra underneath. The girls where awake  when they seen you walk down. “Geez… Hot momma!!!! Kozy look at your mom!!” Sammy grabbed Kozy hugging him. The dog leaned into her looking at you. “Are you sure it is not messed up… that I am going on this date for so many reasons and leaving you all here..?” “Naw, we got plans! We are going to hang at the clubhouse. Jax and Chibs said to come hang out!” you snorted, knowing damn well how the Charming boys were. They where… well.. Charming. “Okie dokie. Kozy can stay here. Ill feed him before I leave.” You walked to the kitchen grabbing his food out of the pullout cupboard built for him. You dished up his food and filled his water dish with ice cold water and ice cubes. “Alright.. wish me luck. If Lorenzo calls.. please ignore it.” “Will do hunny! Have fun!” Trina called out as you got to your Jeep outside and headed to the dinner.

Getting to the diner you where fifteen minutes early. You where sure Happy would be late, usually he was because of the club. Instead you seen him standing outside smoking a cigarette. You shut off the jeep and hopped out. Your high heeled boots clicking on the rock gravel. He looked up at the sound and felt something coming at him. He looked up to see you, slightly losing his breath. “Fuck..” he muttered. “Hello beautiful..” he kissed your cheek. “Where is your kutte?” Was the first thing you said. You rarely ever seen him without it. He laughed a bit noting it was the first thing out of your mouth. “You only date for the kutte?” you shoved him rolling your eyes. He grabbed your hand pulling you away from the diner. “Thought we where eating here..?” “Nope..” you seen the river where the docs where with huge sail boats. “We are eating, here.”

 He pointed to a huge boat on the dock. “What?!” you looked at him shocked. “Yup.. you always said you wanted to eat on a boat.” He smiled down to you. “All those movies we use to watch. Anytime they ate on a boat.. you said you wanted too.” You felt your heart strings pull slightly at the sheer thought of this. You walked down to the dock and the captain helped you over the dock. The boat was so much more massive than the others. Happy climbing in behind you over the rails. “Mr. Lowman and Ms. Y/L/N. Welcome to the Chariot. Follow me please.” You followed the man as he sat you on the top of the boat. The lights shinning on the river, showing a beautiful sillowet as the sun started to go down. A table with two chairs where in the middle. Candle light lit and fresh bread in a basket. Happy pulled out your chair and pushed it in for you as you sat. He walked around sitting aswell. “What would you like to drink?” you looked at the menu and the prices shocked you. “Ugh…” “A bottle of the rose wine. Please.” “Perfect choice sir.” The captain walked away and talked to the waiter who soon brought you your bottle. He poured you each a glass and you looked at Happy stunned. “That money you saved the club… was a huge pay day for all of us..” he shrugged knowing the uneasy look on your face all too well. Nodding you looked at the menu. “I cant believe you remembered I always wanted to do this. Hell I even forgot till you said anything.” “I just remember from watching The Parent Trap and John Tucker Must Die that you where all about it.” Happy spoke taking a sip of the wine. “It is so good..” he gasped not used to drinking something like that. Usually cheap whiskey and tequila was his go too for high end. “You look handsome..” you spoke out not thinking. “You look beautiful as ever, Hurricane.” His words came natural and calm.

After ordering there was slight music that played. He stood up grabbing your hand and you stood up. He held your hand as you laid your head on his chest, both of you swaying side to side listening to Frank Sinatra. You forgot how much Happy was a romantic at times. He hummed a bit, his usually rough exterior gone in that moment. Knowing it could come back any minute, you looked up and held his face in your hands. “You make it so hard.. to stay so mad at you..” He smiled down to you pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “I deserved and still deserve anything that comes at me with you.. I see that now.” He held your face in his hands, pressing another kiss to your lips. It tasted of the delicious wine you both had sipped on.  “Sir, madam.. food is served.” You looked back blushing. You felt like Cinderella on this boat and the whole atmosphere of the candle light and strung lights. You seen the salad appetizer was served and Happy stared at all the forks. “No one cares.. I am using which ever one..” you smiled to him. “Well.. just making sure… I know you and Lorenzo.. probably know the right one.. I just..” “I am still the girl from Tacoma Hap. Don’t forget he is from there too.” Happy nodded taking a bite of the salad. “Holy shit.. the green stuff actually tastes good!” you laughed at his hilarious expression on his face. “It really does..” you took another few bites of it finishing your plate

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After finishing the main meal and dessert you both where so full. You both had an amazing pasta that you two had no clue would be that good. The dessert was so amazing. An espresso dipped chocolate cake with whipped ganache. You both stared over the railing at all the other boats and out down the river. “Happy.. this was amazing..” he looked to you smiling. “Glad you had fun..” he whispered, his voice raspy as usual; pressing a kiss to your lips. You could tell he was holding back. He wanted to go deeper but mentally he was trying to calm himself down. “Don’t hold back..” you whispered. Without being told twice he tangled his hands in your hair and kissed you deeply. His hands and fingers slightly tugging at your hair. His lips a brushing pressure against you own. He slid his tongue in your mouth, licking every inch of your tongue, playing with yours. You where a puddle in his arms by the way he kissed you. He kissed you like you where his air, his sky, the trees. Like without him, he would surly die. Once he parted you both where breathless. You gave him a glazed over look that was completely all about him.

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Most Demanding Female Roles in Musical Theatre

Hey everyone! I’m gonna be on vacation for the next few days, so I decided to do some shorter posts and queue them once a day while I’m gone! If you have suggestions on some shorter articles I could do on the go, feel free to send topics my way! I’m gonna do a male counterpart to this post, as well as articles for plays.

I’m going to begin that this is in my personal opinion. I’m gonna be just kinda going as I think. I will not be ranking these in any way. ALSO this will not only pertain to lead roles! I’ll be looking at everyone!

Let’s Do This

Rose Hovick in Gypsy

Described as the following: “bossy, demanding, horrific, monster,” this role is kind of a no-brainer when it comes to what is considered demanding. Many amazing women of the theatre have played this role: Ethel Merman, Patti LuPone, Tyne Daly, Angela Lansbury, Imelda Staunton, Bernadette Peters, and just this summer, Carolee Carmello and Beth Leavel. The role is fairly vocally demanding. She sings several of the songs and she has to have a strong belt. She doesn’t dance much, but what really kills the actress is the acting. Tyne Daly described it as “a prize fight”. The role is very demanding. You have to be more or less a ham onstage, age at least ten years over the course of the story, and go through the ache of losing your favorite daughter to seeing the one you settle for become a stripper. All onstage. The character is such a facade. She proclaims that she wants what’s best for her children while she lives vicariously through them. Rose is the prime example of what a stage mother really is. In the final moments of the show, Rose has a mental breakdown in “Rose’s Turn” envisioning herself performing in front of an audience, followed by Louise and her reconciling in the end.

Edith Ewing Bouvier Beale/Edith Bouvier Beale in Grey Gardens

Christine Ebersole originated the mammoth of a role in the screen-to-stage adaptation of the timeless documentary in a dual role, playing “Big Edie” in Act One and “Little Edie” in Act Two. One thing that makes this role demanding is that these people she’s playing were real people who know what these people did, looked like, and sounded like, and if it doesn’t meet expectations, they walk away unsatisfied. The acting in this role is different because of the switch between characters between acts, but the demand for both characters is still there. Big Edie is detrimental in Act One as she tears apart Little Edie’s dreams, then the actress plays Little Edie in Act Two as a woman in her fifties, who reluctantly takes care of her mother despite the hurt she harbors. The actress has to have great comic chops and the ability to impersonate Little Edie in particular. The actress also has to have a very versatile voice to match the elegant Soprano of Big Edie and the squawky timbre (which sweetens quickly) of Little Edie. This is truly a fantastic role.

Margaret Johnson in The Light in the Piazza

This phenomenal woman decided to take her daughter on a trip to Italy, only to discover it wouldn’t be as much of a trip as it was a move. Margaret takes care of her daughter Clara, who is developmentally stalled. In a heartbreaking monologue in Act Two, Margaret explains that at Clara’s birthday party, they ordered a pony for her to play with and show her friends. Margaret went to answer the phone, and the second she wasn’t paying attention, the pony kicked Clara in the head, injuring her brain. Margaret, while in some cases overprotective, wants what’s best for her daughter. She goes through many journeys throughout the story. She watches her daughter grow up before her eyes, realizes the dissolve of her marriage, and ultimately joins a family. There are many asides and monologues that can be dug into and given meaning. This score is notably difficult. It’s filled with many high and low notes; Margaret’s range spans over two octaves (G3-G#5). Victoria Clark immortalized the role for all to see after it was professionally filmed and broadcast on PBS. Seeing a struggling middle-aged woman as the lead of a show isn’t often, and Adam Guettel’s show displays that platform with integrity.

The First Ladies in 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue

I did a post about this masterpiece of a flop last week. The actress who plays The First Ladies play the following roles: Abigail Adams, Eliza Monroe, and Julia Grant and Lucy Hayes (simultaneously). The actress must have strong Soprano chops, but also be a good character singer, especially for the tour de force, “Duet for One”. This is theatrically and vocally demanding. Bernstein gave us that. Praise.

Elle Woods in Legally Blonde

Some might say that this role is all fluff. I don’t agree. Elle is a vivacious human who thinks she knows what she wants, and discovers what she needs along the way. This role has to be a true triple threat, as you have to be able to sustain the demanding score, the constant energy, and multiple ensemble dance numbers. Elle is in almost every single song in the show. She has to dance her butt off. Not to mention that she also has to remain in the bubbly sorority girl archetype, but also becomes a stronger woman who begins to trust herself. It’s a very demanding role, and I don’t need blue hairs coming for me.

Diana Goodman in Next to Normal

Brought to life by one of my favorite actresses, Alice Ripley, Diana provides a story that shows her thoughts under a microscope. She suffers from Bipolar II Disorder that comes along with hallucinations of her deceased son, Gabe. Because of her struggle with mental illness, she pushes her daughter, Natalie, away and affects all those around her. What a woman has to go through as Diana is bare her soul. That role is truly for those who wish to leave it all on the stage. The role has a lot of belting in it, but ultimately is for a Mezzo. The range goes from Gb3-F#5 (yes, they’re enharmonic, but they’re written differently), so just on two octaves. Diana goes through several breakdowns throughout the show and ultimately leaves her family in hope that they will be better without her. This takes both a powerhouse actress and singer.

Cunegonde in Candide

This role has been performed by many actresses and singers, but. Cunegonde is the definition of elegant, but just a bit off her nut. She sings one of the most difficult musical theatre songs ever written, “Glitter and Be Gay” and has several duets with notes almost as high in “We Are Women,” “Oh, Happy We,” and “Make Our Garden Grow”. The score is incredibly difficult, so I would definitely say that this role is very demanding.

Margaret White in Carrie

Yes, I know this show was infamous for being kind of awful, but the place someone has to go to play this part is so dark that it’s scary. A woman like Margaret has clearly been abused of some sort. In fact, the book (I believe, it’s been a while since I’ve read it) reveals that Carrie was conceived by rape. It’s truly heartbreaking. This woman wants what is best for her daughter, even if she goes through some interesting ways to giver her that. The subtlety an actress has to have to not cross the line of making Margaret’s religion and motives borderline comical is great. The role seems very easy to make a caricature of Christian women over the area. The score in the revised version is quite difficult, calling for Margaret to be a Soprano who also has lower notes and some belting, although there’s plenty of room for stylistic choice! I’m just going off of the brilliance of Marin Mazzie. The role is quite demanding for anyone to step into.

Eva Peron in Evita

To play Eva Peron, a woman has to screlt her face off and sustain that for the entire night. The different places her voice would need to go is so vastly different. The range extends from E3-G5 without much of a break. The vocals are very demanding. Since I haven’t seen the show live and it’s *mostly* (?) thrusung, I’m not sure what all vigorous acting has to be done. But oh my Lord, the score is tough.

Trina in Falsettos

I don’t even know where to begin about this character. There’s very little dancing for the part, but there is just about everything you could think of in the other two departments. Her range spans two octaves, and she has to belt at the top of her range, but also have a nice an strong head voice throughout the show. The acting is very vulnerable. Trina is a person who has been exposed to a lot of hurt throughout her life. She goes through just about everything, and still comes out of it. This is a beautiful and heartbreaking role.

Veronica Sawyer in Heathers

The score in Heathers is pulsing with punk rock and 80s influences. Veronica is a very demanding part because of the plot points that happen to her. It’s a very interesting and complicated story that I don’t want to get into, but just know that this role is a whole step away from having the highest belted note in Musical Theatre history (A5), losing only to Jennifer Simard as Sister Mary Downy in Disaster!, who belts a B5. Veronica goes through a lot in this story, and is in most of the scenes in the show, and is also constantly singing and belting VERY high.

Dolly Gallagher Levi in Hello, Dolly!

I want to preface this with the fact that typically, this role is done by an older woman, so take that into circumstances. This role is loaded with stage time, comic timing, and singing. You have to have great comic chops, and depending on how you do it, one of three things with your singing voice: you can sing it in the original keys down the octave (which is the way it was originally done) which puts you as a super low Alto/Female Tenor, you can do it similar keys that Barbra Streisand did from the movie, taking the range to a Mezzo, or you can be a brave Soprano and sing it in the original Carol Channing keys, but sing everything up the octave. Any of the three are delightful. This is one of my favorite roles, and is TRULY demanding. The emotional journey (while not trolling Mr. Vandergelder) is beautiful for Dolly. She discovers so much about herself and what she becomes after she accepts Ephraim’s death and decides to move on with her life. It’s just sublime.

Effie Melody White in Dreamgirls

This is another role that would be very easy to make a caricature of. Effie is a troubled and talented woman. The role is very taxing vocally, and also the acting is very intense, especially in Act One. Effie truly has an amazing transformation from a misunderstood starlet to a confident woman. She doesn’t have a lot of time offstage until Act Two, and even then, she has an amazing solo.

Bess in Porgy and Bess

I don’t want to get into describing the heartbreak that this character goes through. Just know that there are a lot of traumatic events that happen to her and she still finds love (even though it ends different then you want). The score is incredibly demanding, even causing Broadway superstar Audra McDonald vocal problems. This is a fantastic role for an African-American Soprano who has great acting chops.

Dot/Marie in Sunday in the Park with George

Bernadette Peters did this brilliant role on Broadway and it was broadcast to the world on PBS. The dual role that actually switches and then switches back once again is very theatrically and vocally demanding. The role is onstage most of the show and is just very alive and energetic throughout the show, even when she plays an old woman. The beautiful and poetic words that just flow everywhere have so much meaning. There’s quite a bit of range that spans through the show as well.

Celie Harris Johnson in The Color Purple

There is such a delicate presence for this role. Celie is like a cat. She starts out like a kitten that is hushed and silenced, but by the end she is a roaring lion that will speak for everyone to hear. I adore the resilience this character has. LaChanze possibly had a lot of pressure to be like the movie. Cynthia Erivo definitely made the role personal to her, and it showed. Celie is a demanding role because of her constant stage time and the relentless score. The character literally spans from an E3 to a G5 in ONE song. Oh my Lord. But what a role. It really is amazing. And demanding.

I’m sure there are some that people feel I left out, but be sure to message or let me know your thoughts on this!

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First Kiss #1

I’m finally writing again, and my plan is to write some one-shots all set around possible First Kiss Rollisi scenarios. Hope you enjoy. (Apologies for the length)

First Kiss #1 – Kidnappers

Sonny’s palms are uncharacteristically sweaty. He tries to tune into the key elements of the case: a couple, known as Trina and Miguel Hernandez, who kidnapped children from poorer families and sold them to the highest paying wealthy family. Olivia had already brought in Miguel, questioning him with Fin by her side. They were hoping for a confession, but the man was too smart to own up, and Olivia and Fin had no hard evidence to tie him to the kidnaps, that had been going on for over seven years, as far as they knew. The only alternative they had to catching them was by arranging a set-up. So, that would mean -

“Carisi. Rollins. Congratulations, you’re getting married.” Olivia announces, removing her glasses.  

Glancing at Amanda, whose cheeks are a warm red colour, Sonny rises from his seat, to shift his uncomfortableness, knowing that the Hernandez’s were going to be extremely difficult to convince, given that not even Olivia’s “bad cop” routine had failed to produce even a bead of sweat from Miguel.  

“We have a dummy house available. I’ll set up a meet.” Olivia says, tapping away at her phone, “Rollins, maybe look out something pink, we want the suburban housewife look to work.”

***

“How are you two adjusting to married life?” Fin teases, adjusting his bulletproof vest.

Rolling her eyes, Amanda says “Would be a lot better if I didn’t have to wear silk.” She fidgets with her light pink blouse, which, she actually looks pretty good in, at least that’s what Sonny thinks, for a quick second before he shoos the thought away. Amanda looks like a mother out of a 1950’s catalogue. The sort of woman who is the pretty little housewife, and happy to tend to her husband’s every need and want. Ha! Like that was ever going to be her reality. Sonny could never imagine Amanda ever allowing a man telling her what to do. She stands up to stretch her legs, the tight jeans clinging to her skin, and her white canvas shoes nipping her bare toes.

Carisi, sitting back on the luxurious sofa, gawked at the room they were sitting in. The fake life that he and Amanda have made together was pretty sweet. High ceilings, brass doorknobs, rose flowers scenting the room, his eyes fall on Amanda; everything fresh and warm and beautiful. He feels strangely comfortable, although the business-like trousers and tailored shirt are squeezing the air out of his lungs if he sits a certain way. Tinkering with the shirt, Sonny unclips one of the top buttons, sighing in relief.

Seeing his struggle with the button, Amanda watches him in amusement, but her eyes linger a second too long, and she tears her eyes away from the small area of exposed skin a moment too late.

“Are all the mics working?” She asks, trying to concern herself with anything other than her partner’s soft chest. At least she imagined it to be soft, silky. The real silk on her body sticks to her back, as her cheeks flush. She is angry at herself, for losing her concentration again, she is on a case, not on a romantic vacation.

“Good to go.” Fin nods, “Remember, we’ll be right in that room over there.” He says as he points down the hallway of the fake apartment, “If things start to go south, you know what to say.”

Amanda nods, as Sonny gets to his feet.

“Okay, so I just got the text from the lookout that the Hernandez’s car is pulling up outside.” Olivia announces, entering the room, dressed in her battle gear, her eyes hyper alert, “Remember you have to exchange the money for the child. We’re here if you need us.” Then, giving her best ‘you-got-this’ look, she and Fin leave Amanda and Sonny alone, in their happy, homely home.

“Just to warn you, Amanda. You might experience the best hand-holding of your life tonight.” Sonny grins, leaning on a coffee-stained table.

“Hm, well, there was this one guy, Joey Madison, back in ninth grade, who might be your main competition.” Amanda jokes along with it, trying to break the painful awkwardness. Ever since the bar fight and the motel, she has been too nervous to be left alone with Sonny for too long, for fear she will give into her desires. Her past fumbles in passion, with one of them resulting in the surprise pregnancy of her daughter, keep her from giving in. Jesse is her main priority, even though Amanda misses the feeling of a man holding her, as much as it pains her to admit.

Three rings of the doorbell mean it’s go-time, and Sonny taps Amanda’s shoulder so gently that every fibre in her body explodes with excitement.

They walk to the door, side by side, in perfect rhythm, fingertips inching from touching.

*** 

The couple on the opposite side of the door look less like a couple than Amanda and Sonny do. The woman, Trina, wearing a red flared jumpsuit, her hair in a tight ponytail, exposing her incredibly sharp cheekbones. The man, Miguel, hiding beneath his shabby haircut and baggy jeans. They look so ordinary, nothing about their clothes would even suggest that they go about snatching children. The thought haunts Amanda, that any person on the street could try and hurt her daughter, the nice man in the denim jacket, or the sweet woman who always gave Jesse an extra scoop in her ice cream.

Sonny is about to introduce himself, extend a hand and welcome the criminals into his and Amanda’s perfect married life, but Trina doesn’t give him the time.  

“Amanda and Dominick Carfini?” Trina asks, her pace fast, like she is in a hurry.”

“Yes.” Amanda says, “I’m Amanda, and this is my husband Dominick.”

“Call me Sonny.” Sonny smiles, charismatic as always.

Sonny isn’t sure how long his smile is going to last. He has stared down the barrel of a gun, and yet he has never been more nervous than right now, pretending to be the husband of the woman who has more feelings for than any other woman, ever.

“Come on in.” Sonny gestures.

Trina and Miguel swiftly march past him and Amanda.

Amanda gives Sonny’s elbow a squeeze, sensing his nerves, it always calms Jesse down, and works wonders on Sonny too.  

“Please, make yourself at home.” Sonny says, sitting down on one of the sofas.

Trina and Miguel remain standing, and Amanda is unsure whether to join Sonny or stay standing, so that she would have the upper hand.

Miguel is watching Sonny, and Trina begins to slide her hands along the mantel, her fingers poking into all the cracks, searching for recording devices. She stops at the shelves, filled with photographs of the happy pair, most of which were taken on night’s out with the squad or the odd bowling night.  

“No wedding photos?” Trina asks, eyebrow arching sharply.

“That’s actually a real good story,” Sonny laughs, “We, uh-“

Amanda rests her hand on Sonny’s knee, signalling for him to shut up. “We’d only been dating about a year, and Dominick finally introduced me to his parents, and they weren’t too keen on me.” She begins, structuring her lie carefully, “Thought I was too country for their city native boy. So, that night we drove out to a bar, got drunk, got into this crazy bar fight, and he turned to me, and he just said, ‘we should get married tomorrow’ and, y’know, I was shocked, I’d been dreaming about this huge, white wedding, the kind all little girls want. And, I was gonna’ say no, my first instinct was to say no, but then, I looked at him, into those dumb, dumb eyes of his, and all that stuff I thought was important just wasn’t, and before I knew what I was sayin’, I said yes. We got married the next morning, I mean, I wasn’t even wearin’ a dress, but I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.”

Amanda took Sonny’s silence as a sign of awe.

Sonny’s silence is one of worry. Worry at how quickly and well Amanda could tell a lie, a lie so complex and passionate. But, he can’t help but picture them in that scenario. It would never happen, though, since Sonny’s parents love Amanda. They haven’t met her in person yet, but Sonny has found himself telling stories of her more and more each time he is visiting.  

Taking a risk, he put his arm around Amanda’s shoulder, “And now, after our years of bliss, we’re wanting to share this love with a kid, who, y’know, hasn’t had a fair start in life.” Sonny says, happy that Amanda didn’t go rigid at his touch. It’s comfortable.  

“And why wouldn’t you want to adopt. A big house like this, the money this guy is making. Why go through our company?” Miguel finally speaks, stepping closer to Amanda.  

Having been briefed on the answer to give, Amanda sits down beside Sonny, not enjoying the gaze of Miguel. She sits forward, cupping her hands and staring at them, “The wait for adoption is, long. There’s so many background checks and interviews and some women can pull out of the agreement in a second, and you just have to comply with it. We don’t want any of that worry.”

“We’re aware of the consequences, and rules of going through your service though. Our kid will think they came from an adoption agency, and if the cops ever come sniffing, we’ve never heard of you.” Sonny says, “We just really, really want a kid, and if God had blessed us with the natural ability to have them ourselves, we’d probably have three by now.”

“You understand that if you ever break our confidentiality agreement, we destroy this pretty little life of yours?” Miguel says, but it sounds threatening.

“One-hundred percent.” Sonny says.

“Well, I think everything is up to scratch here.” Trina says, moving to stand just in front of Sonny and Amanda, towering over where they sit.

The two smile, huge, gawky, smiles, the smiles that parents who have just been told they are going to be parents should have.

“Thank you, you have no idea how much this means to us.” Amanda says, standing up, as Sonny does the same.

“But there’s just one last thing…” Trina says.

The smiles slide from their faces.

“Another thing?” Sonny asks, hoping that Fin and Olivia were ready to burst in, given that this could turn ugly, fast.

Trina finally sits down, but her face is so much more sinister now. “You can only tell so much from the paperwork. The marriage certificate, the number of years, the photographs, the home interior. I mean, honestly, the two of you could be nothing more than friends who like to hold hands.” Trina says.

Amanda stiffens.

Sonny inhales, forgetting to breathe.

“I have had to turn away many applicants because they have failed the final part of the test.” Trina says.

Test. It didn’t sound good. Sonny readies himself to use to safe word.

“Show me how in love you are.” Trina says.

“Excuse me?” Amanda says, taken aback, “You come into my home and expect me to prove that I love my husband? What we do in the privacy of our home is our business.”

Trina stands up, grabs Miguel by the wrist and slaps her lips to his. They squash their faces together like two teenagers at a house party, right in front of Sonny and Amanda’s disgusted faces.

When they pull back for air, Trina grins, “See that? That was real, pure, passionate love. The kind of love this child is going to need.”

Amanda and Sonny remain still, trying to comprehend what they just witnessed. Sure they had seen dead bodies, but that was just utterly disgusting.

“Now, show me yours.” Trina demands, wiggling her eyebrows.

The detectives are awkward and still, “Look, we’re not really big on PDA- “

“It’s not like I’m asking you to have sex in front of me! Just kiss your goddamn wife, and prove to me that you love her enough to raise a child with her.”

Amanda knows that if she waits another beat, Trina will become suspicious. It will only be one kiss, it will be quick and painless and after it is over she will never think of it again.

Turning to Sonny, Amanda reached up, grabbing the back of his long neck and bringing it to her face, and gently pressing her lips on his. He’s surprised for a second, but it doesn’t take him long to enjoy it. He knows he has to sell the passion between them, so he obliges.

Heat flows through Amanda’s body, as Sonny holds her back softly, fingertips brushing her spine. She lets herself close her eyes, seeing bolts of colour under her eyelids as they forget to breathe.

Sonny doesn’t know how long it’s been, maybe a second, a minute or an hour, but he and Amanda finally pull their lips apart, and look into one another’s eyes. Both completely dumbfounded by the electricity they just experienced.

“That was just showing off.” Miguel huffs, “C’mon Trina, we haven’t got time.”

Trina rolls her eyes, pulls out her phone and says, “Bring the kid.”

Amanda is suddenly aware that Fin and Olivia are watching, and most likely seen the whole thing.

“Better get the chequebook,” She says, moving back slightly from Sonny, who himself was finally coming back to reality.

He reaches into her back pocket, and produces a chequebook as the doorbell goes. Trina takes it upon herself to answer it, and takes a baby in her arms from an unknown assailant. There will be a team downstairs, waiting to arrest whoever brought the child up.

Trina bounces the child, who can’t be any older than six months old, as she walks over to Amanda.

“What was the price we agreed on. Seven-fifty?” Sonny asks as he starts to write the cheque.

“Eight-hundred.” Miguel corrects him.

“Eight-hundred-thousand dollars? We agreed seven-fifty.” Sonny knows that he can blow his cover if he doesn’t object to a bump in price.

“This is not a negotiation. Better take the offer now before it becomes a million.” Trina suggests, holding the child close to her, “Any decent father would pay anything for his child.”

“Fine. You drive a hard bargain.” Sonny hands over the cheque.

Miguel checks it out, and, satisfied with his payment, nods at Trina.

“Congratulations,” Trina says, handing the baby to Amanda, “It’s a boy.”

Amanda takes the child in her arms, ensuring to cradle his head and cover his ears as much as she can.

The door bursts open from the hallway, and Olivia and Fin storm in, guns out.

“NYPD, get down!” Olivia shouts.

Miguel reaches behind himself, but Olivia aims her gun at him, “Don’t move!”

The baby screams in Amanda’s arms, and she whispers to him, trying to soothe him.

“You are working with the cops?” Trina growls.

So, maybe they aren’t as smart as they thought they are.

Sonny smirks, “We are the cops.”

Miguel and Trina surrendered quickly, and were taken into custody about an hour ago.

Sonny and Amanda were in the car back to the precinct. Neither Fin or Olivia had mentioned the embrace to them, but Amanda was sure Fin would be teasing them about it for the rest of her life. Olivia would probably pull her into her office and ask if there was anything she should know about.

She didn’t have a thing to worry about.

“So, about the whole, kiss. We don’t have to talk about that, ever again.” Sonny says as they drive through the blissfully unaware city.

Amanda coughed, “Yeah. But I don’t think Fin will let us live it down.”

“Just tell me something.” Sonny says. Amanda’s stomach twists in knots, please don’t ask if it was good, please don’t ask if it was good, please don’t ask if it was good. “Was my hand-holding better than Joey Madison?”

Grinning, Amanda gives Sonny a look that nearly makes Sonny forget to brake at the traffic lights, “Best I ever had.”

They are quiet, for a beat, stuck nose-to-tail in rush hour traffic, sandwiched between yellow cabs and Uber’s, with nowhere to go and nothing to do.

“I liked it.” Amanda says, before her brain can filter her words.

Sonny let’s this information sink in. She liked it. She liked the kiss. She likes him?

Amanda places a hand on Sonny’s shoulder, “D’you ever wonder, if this would work?”

“Maybe.” Sonny admits, “Who knows, in a world where we’re not partners who bicker all of the time.” He laughs.

“Yeah. Like a world where you’re a city boy who ran off with your country girl lover?” Amanda grins, and Sonny is overcome with desire. He leans over, his lips meeting Amanda’s, not caring if the traffic around him is beginning to move. Amanda smiles, happy to have privacy this time around. Happy not to be trying to prove something. Just happy, to be wanted to and held and happy.

In this car, they’re not Detective Rollins and Detective Carisi: they’re Amanda and Sonny, carefree couple who aren’t too heavy on rules.

And maybe, just maybe, it’s a world that Amanda would be happy to stay in, with Sonny, for a long time.

[singledarkshade]

Real World

Being a single-parent is hard but Rip wouldn't give it up for anything.

If only his weird dreams would stop.

Part One

He woke up with a jolt looking around his bedroom trying to work out where he was. Letting out a long sigh he rubbed his eyes as his confusion abated and he realised he was in his apartment in Central City. His dreams were back, the weird ones where he was himself but felt like someone else.

It had been over six months since the car accident when these stupid dreams began, surely a concussion should not last this long. Rolling over he looked at the picture sitting on his bedside cabinet and smiled at it.

To my Rip, time is a river we’ll navigate together, love Miranda.

She had given him the nickname of Rip because she knew far too any people called Michael, and since he was studying temporal mechanics as one of his degrees, he had to have something a little unusual. Although technically it came from his middle name.

Pushing his hands through his hair Rip knew he wasn’t getting anymore sleep so went to the kitchen and made himself some tea. Turning on the TV he found an old movie to watch, dozing while it played.

“Daddy,” the small voice called to him while a hand batted at his arm.

Rip opened his eyes and smiled finding his son kneeling beside him on the couch, “Good morning.”

“I’m hungry,” Jonas told him.

Grabbing his son around his waist Rip pulled him into his lap hugging him close, “Are you sure? I thought we should go back to sleep.”

“No,” Jonas giggled when Rip began to tickle him, “Stop.” Kissing the blond head Rip dropped Jonas onto the seat beside him, “Okay, I’ll make some toast.”

“With peanut butter?” Jonas asked with a sweet smile.

Rip shook his head amused, “Only because it’s Friday.”

  Listening to his son in the other room watching cartoons Rip made them some breakfast. Jonas was the centre of Rip’s world and had been since the moment he’d been born. Of course the happiest day of his life then turned into the worst. Miranda died a few hours after having their son through complications no one could have predicted.

For four years Rip had raised their son alone, trying hard to balance his work and life while in London. Moving to Central City had been a spur of the moment decision when he got a job he hadn’t expected to but it wasn’t like he had anyone back in London.

“Here you go,” Rip set the plate with toast on the table in front of Jonas, “Eat up.”

Jonas climbed onto Rip’s lap the moment he sat on the couch and munched his toast while watching cartoons. Eating his own breakfast Rip smiled slightly at the warmth of his little boy leaning back against him.

About an hour later Rip tapped Jonas’ leg, “Okay, time to get dressed. I have to go to work and you have day care.”

Jonas pouted before laughing when Rip stood turning Jonas upside down for a few seconds before he carried the little boy into the bathroom to wash him. Less than thirty minutes later both were ready for the day. Rip grabbed the Flash backpack all of Jonas’ things were in and caught his hand leading him out the apartment.

  Mercury Labs was an incredible employer for people with children. They not only had flexible working hours but also a day care with excellent teachers who ensured the children were prepared for entering school. Rip was well aware how lucky he had been to get the job here.

“Morning, Mr Green, Miss King,” Jonas greeted the two teachers who were still drinking coffee when they arrived.

“Good morning, Jonas,” Miss King smiled at him, she was quite young with an enthusiasm for teaching that Rip appreciated, “Dr Hunter.”

Rip nodded to her before turning to his son, “Looks like we’re here early so why don’t you go and get a book to read until everyone else gets here?” Crouching down so he was at the same level Rip smiled at his little boy, “I will see you at lunchtime, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy,” Jonas nodded.

Rip opened his arms for a hug smiling when Jonas threw himself into his arms. Hugging his son close Rip felt complete peace for those few seconds. Kissing the bright blond head Rip let him go watching as Jonas ran over to the library section, choosing a book the boy sat cross-legged on the carpet and began to read.

“I’ll take that for you,” Miss King offered reaching for the backpack Rip was holding.

Shaken out of his reverie Rip handed the bag over, “I’ll be down for lunch.”

She nodded and ushered him out of the room.

  Rip flipped through his mail while Jonas skipped a few steps ahead of him along the corridors to their apartment.

“Hi, Trina,” Jonas suddenly cried bouncing on ahead to the woman standing in her doorway across from theirs.

“Hey, buddy,” she crouched down to catch him in a hug, “Did you have a good day?”

Jonas nodded, “Where’s Ali?”

“Ali is still at work,” Trina grinned, “But she’ll be here tomorrow when you come over to help me bake.”

“But we don’t let her help,” Jonas reminded the other woman, “Because she makes everything taste yuck.”

Rip frowned slightly, “That’s not a nice thing to say, Jonas.”

Katrina Avery, his neighbour and one of the few people he trusted with Jonas, grinned back at him, “But we all know it’s true.”

Shaking his head Rip opened the door to their apartment, “Say bye to Katrina,” he told his son, “You’ll see her tomorrow.”

“Bye, Trina,” Jonas beamed at her before he ran into his own apartment.

Rip waited for a moment before turning to the blonde who was smiling at him, “Do you want to join us for dinner?” “Ali is picking up food,” Katrina replied, “So I’ll pass this time. I’ll see you tomorrow around ten.”

With a slight nod Rip bade her goodbye and entered the apartment finding Jonas was on the couch already reading his book. It was times like this Rip was just overwhelmed by how much he loved his little boy.

Placing the backpack in his spot near the door Rip dropped a quick kiss on his son’s hair before heading into the kitchen to make them dinner.

  Rip sat gently stroking his son’s back as Jonas slept on top of him while he watched an old movie. He knew he should put the boy in his bed but Rip liked holding Jonas when he slept, knowing it wouldn’t be long before he lost this simple joy. Finally he shifted Jonas onto his shoulder and carried the little boy into his bedroom.

Sliding Jonas under his covers Rip tucked Jonas’ favourite bear in beside him before covering him properly. He watched his son sleep for a few minutes before returning to the lounge and dropping onto the couch exhausted. Being a single parent was hard but he couldn’t imagine his life without Jonas.

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

  Rip knocked. The door opened and he didn’t get a chance to say a word as Jonas instantly bounded inside to hug Ali and then Katrina. Rip placed his son’s backpack on the couch.

“What are your plans for this morning?” Ali asked joining him while Katrina took Jonas to the kitchen to start choosing what type of cookies they were going to make.

Rip gave a slight smile, “Making my life even harder than it already is.”

“What?”

“Never mind,” he told her, “Jonas, I’ll be back soon.”

Jonas quickly ran to hug Rip before he scampered back to Katrina.

Ali patted Rip’s arm comfortingly, “Go and enjoy your morning,” she told him, “We have him.”

Knowing his little boy was fine Rip left and headed to the car. It wasn’t a long drive from his apartment to the suburbs, he parked in front of a house which had several balls scattered over the front lawn.

Knocking on the door Rip smiled slightly at the chorus of barking coming from inside. He listened amused to the sounds coming from the other side before the door opened.

“Hi, Michael,” Eddie greeted him, “Come on in.”

Entering the house Rip quickly closed the front door before Eddie opened the hall door and the barking came again.

Rip crouched down smiling at the chocolate brown Labrador puppy bounding towards him, “Hey there girl,” he caught the enthusiastic puppy lifting her into his arms and gently scratching her head as she licked his face, “It’s good to see you too.”

“Have you told Jonas yet?” Eddie asked leading him into the living room where several other puppies were running around.

Rip shook his head, “She’s going to be a surprise.”

“Well I’m sure that’ll make you the best dad ever,” Eddie noted, “Grab a seat and I’ll make you some tea.”

Rip took a seat on the couch still petting the puppy who settled on his lap, “Have you got homes for any of the others yet?”

“Yeah,” Eddie replied, “They’ll be collected in the next week or so. You’re the first to pick up your new puppy.” “Well I can’t wait to get her home,” Rip replied, continuing to stroke the puppy in his lap, “Can I, Gideon?”

Gideon barked.

“I’ll get you that tea,” Eddie chuckled.

  It had been only the second week he’d left Jonas with Katrina and Ali when Rip ran into Eddie in the city centre. He also worked in Mercury Labs and they’d spoken briefly in the few weeks Rip had been there. Eddie’s wife had just had a baby while his elder daughter’s dog had just had puppies so his house was in absolute chaos. Seeing the other man struggling with his shopping, Rip offered to help and had instantly fallen in love with the smallest puppy who had scampered over to him the moment he’d walked into the house.

Still too young to be separated from her mother at the time Rip visited each weekend, getting her used to him until he was finally able to take her home to meet Jonas. He knew getting a puppy was going to add to the chaos, and exhaustion, in his life but Rip couldn’t leave her.

He’d made sure he had everything they would need for their new puppy over the past few weeks. Eddie had helpfully got Gideon all her shots and micro-chipped before Rip took her home.

Rip had also checked neither Ali nor Katrina were allergic. They were so much a part of Jonas’ life so he knew he couldn’t take the puppy if neither of them were able to be around her. Thankfully neither was allergic and both loved dogs although had been confused he’d asked the question.

He put the bright red collar he’d bought on Gideon, smiling as she kept trying to lick his hand. Lifting her into his arms Rip headed up the stairs to introduce his son to the new member of their family.

  Katrina watched her girlfriend as she sat reading a story to the little boy they were babysitting. They had both instantly adored Jonas Hunter when they met him almost six months ago. He was so cute, with big blue eyes and bright blond hair, always filled with questions, as well as being very affectionate giving hugs and kisses whenever he saw them.

The little boy came with a father Katrina sometimes wanted to wrap in her arms and just hug because he really needed it. Michael was a good man, who adored his son and had become a good friend to them both. She could see though there were days the man was exhausted trying to keep up with his little boy and wished he would take up their offer to babysit more often. So far they had only managed to persuade Michael to let them take Jonas for a few hours each Saturday morning to let him have some time on his own.

“Are the cookies ready yet?” Jonas asked suddenly.

Katrina shook her head, “Not yet but as soon as they are we’ll all have one.” Jonas beamed at her before turning back to Ali and their book. A knock came on the door and Katrina smiled finding Michael there holding a puppy in his arms.

“What?” was all she managed before Jonas came running over.

“Is that a puppy?” Jonas demanded wide-eyed as his father crouched down.

Michael smiled, “Yes, this is our new puppy. Her name is Gideon.”

Jonas gently reached out to touch the dog who instantly started to lick the little boy’s hand making him giggle.

Ali cleared her throat making Michael look up at her, “I see what you meant this morning when you said you’re making your life even harder than before.”

He shrugged, “I know but look at her and tell me you would leave her.”

Rolling her eyes Ali joined the others petting the puppy.

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  Rip sighed when Gideon poked at his face with her cold wet nose, it was still early and he just wanted to get some more sleep.

“Okay,” he sighed after several minutes getting up, “You hungry?” The yapping from the puppy made him smile and he gently clapped her before he got out of bed. Heading for the kitchen he quickly fixed Gideon some breakfast before making himself some tea.

They’d had Gideon for about a month and a half now. Rip found he talked to her a lot which made no sense as she was a puppy and couldn’t talk back but for some reason it helped him when he was stressed.

Getting Jonas breakfast when he got up Rip then sat with his tea stroking Gideon who was sitting on the couch with her head resting against his thigh.

An hour later he had Jonas washed and dressed standing outside the girls’ apartment.

“Good morning,” Ali said catching Jonas in a quick hug before sending him inside to see Katrina. She quickly scratched Gideon’s head before looking at Rip, “I promise we will have him back by dinner time and he will not gorge himself on sweets.”

“Thanks, Ali,” Rip smiled at her, “You know you didn’t need to...” “Who else are we going to take to a show like this?” Ali laughed, “My friend who runs the company wants real kids to see the production. I promised her at least one discerning child.”

Rip chuckled, “He knows what he likes. Okay, if there are any problems or if he gets upset then call me and I will come pick him up.”

“He’ll be fine, Michael,” Ali promised, “Give him a hug bye and go enjoy your day to yourself.”

Crouching down Rip called to his son who came over for a quick hug before he petted Gideon and waving goodbye when Rip left.

  It was a nice day as Rip walked through the streets with his puppy scampering happily at his side. He had no idea what to do without Jonas for a full day but Gideon needed a walk anyway so it gave him time to think.

Wandering randomly through the city Rip frowned hearing Gideon suddenly begin to yap at him. Looking down he saw her leash was twisting oddly, he unhooked it to untangle the leather strap surprised when Gideon suddenly bounded away.

“Gideon,” he snapped, “Get back here,” Rip chased after his puppy frowning when she disappeared through a small hole in a wire fence that had several large ‘Keep Out’ signs.

Groaning in annoyance he managed to find an opening big enough for him, squeezing through Rip scanned the area looking for his puppy.

“Gideon?” he called worriedly, “Come on, Gideon. Come here, girl.”

“Hey,” a man appeared suddenly to Rip’s surprise as he was sure no one had been around, his hair sitting just at his shoulders and a t-shirt showing a half-melted Rubik’s cube, “This is private property.”

“I am sorry,” Rip stated, “But my dog managed to get in through a hole in the fence. She’s just a puppy.” “Is this her?” another man said appearing just as suddenly but Rip didn’t care why he hadn’t seen him approach as his dog was being carried by the new arrival.

Rip reached out and took the puppy into his arms, smiling as she licked at his face, “Bad girl, Gideon. You shouldn’t have run away. What would I tell Jonas?”

“Jonas?” the first of the men asked.

Rip smiled slightly, “My son,” he looked at the two men, “Thank you, I’m sorry about trespassing...”

At the hesitation the first of his new friends grinned, “I’m Cisco, that’s Barry.”

“Michael,” he introduced himself attaching the leash to Gideon and putting her on the ground where she began to chew on the bottom of his denims, “Michael Hunter.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Michael,” Barry told him, “Take care of your troublemaker.”

Rip nodded, “Thanks again,” he said before leading Gideon away.

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

  “Who was our intruder?” Iris asked when Barry and Cisco returned to the cortex.

“A puppy,” Cisco said bringing up the CCTV footage, “Belonging to him.”

Iris stared at the man on the screen as did Harry and Joe.

“And?” Harry demanded.

Cisco shook his head, “There wasn’t a glimmer of recognition in his eyes when he talked to us.”

“Except he called his dog Gideon,” Joe noted.

“Well Gideon, the AI Gideon, said certain things may stick,” Cisco reminded them, “Things that were so important to him that not even the memory wipe would remove them.”

Joe folded his arms, “But other than the name you’re sure nothing else is in there.”

“I saw nothing to suggest he did know who we were,” Barry replied.

“And there was no vibe from him,” Cisco added, “It looks like Rip Hunter Time Master is gone for good.”

Barry nodded, “Which is exactly what he wanted.”

Part Two

[winchesterprincessbride]

The New Neighbor- (Leaves Ain’t the Only Thing Fallin’)

This fic was written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing  Seasons of Love/ Colors of Fall challenge.  My picture was

You sat morosely at your neighbor Kelsey’s kitchen table, tossing back your third margarita and trying not to feel sorry for yourself.  The only thing that was gonna get you through this sucky night were your friends and alcohol.

“Keep ‘em coming, Kelse.” You told her, sliding your glass across the table.

“Your better off without him, Y/N, you really are.  I know it hurts that your wedding isn’t today, but what if you’d actually married the cheating bastard?” Kelsey asked quietly.

“I know, but….”

“But nothing.  Your single and pretty, and there are other fish in the sea.  Speaking of which, have you met your new neighbor yet?” Kelsey said with a sly look.

“Ohmigawd! Trina slurred drunkenly.  “Have you SEEN him? He’s super hot!” She fanned herself dramatically.

“No, I haven’t met him yet. I’ve been busy.” You muttered defensively.

“Y/N, your gonna wanna MAKE the time, trust me,” Vicki said with a wicked grin.

After drinks, gossip, laughter, and a raunchy game of Cards Against Humanity, you stumbled toward your house.  You were so focused on not falling on your face you didn’t see the huge dog that came out of nowhere until it knocked you flat on your ass on your lawn.

The next thing you knew your face was being thoroughly licked by the huge ball of fur who grinned at you stupidly. “Yuck! Quit it! Look dog, your cute and all, but we just met.  No kisses on the first date.”

“Sadie! Come! Shit! Are you okay?” A tall guy you didn’t recognize offered you a hand and helped you to your feet. “I’m really sorry. Sadie is still getting used to the neighborhood, and she just took off.”

You squinted at the stranger.  You would have remembered seeing him before.  Then it hit you. “You must be the new guy. I’m Y/F/N  Y/L/N, I’m your neighbor. I’m sorry I haven’t been over to introduce myself, things have been crazy.”  

He smiled at you, showing deep dimples.  “I’m Sam Winchester.  It’s nice to finally meet you, Y/N. Do you need help getting to your door?  You seem a little……unsteady.”

You grinned at him. “What I am is drunk, Sam. Let’s be honest.  Just coming from a girl’s night down the street. I’m fine really, mortified, but fine.”

“I’m the one who should be embarrassed.  My dog almost killed you.” Sam said with a chuckle.  Damn, he WAS attractive.  And you were a drunken hot mess with grass in your hair.  Life wasn’t fair.

“Well, I should go.  It was nice to meet you too. Welcome to the neighborhood.” You said before patting Sadie’s head and crossing your lawn.  You felt Sam’s eyes following you as you walked away.

Halloween night was a fun time in your neighborhood.  Even though you didn’t have kids, you still enjoyed it. Everyone sat in their driveways giving out their candy, and many people had firepits and wine.  It was one big party.  And this year Halloween fell on a Friday night, which made it even better.

You were sitting in your driveway in front of a roaring fire, candy bowl in your lap, enjoying a beer when you noticed Sam walking across your lawn.  “Damn it’s cold! Mind if I warm myself by your fire for a minute? I didn’t know I needed a firepit.”

“Yep, it’s a requirement.  Your welcome to hang out here.  Just go turn your light off, or they will never stop knocking.  They are relentless.  Want a beer?”

He flashed you that dimpled grin, and you felt your face flush a little. “Let me go grab a chair.” He jogged back to his house and came back with a chair and a six-pack. “I don’t want to drink all your beer.”

You flipped open the cooler next to you.  It was full.  “This isn’t my first Halloween, Winchester.” You joked.

The two of you drank beer and chatted in between groups of kids.  Kelsey came around with her daughter, and eying Sam, gave you a knowing smirk.  When Trina came around with her kids, she almost choked on the wine you know she had hidden in her coffee cup when she saw him.

“WTF?” She mouthed to you.

“Later.” You mouthed back, miming texting on your phone.  Trina was the most notorious gossip in the neighborhood.  You knew for a fact she was already texting everyone telling them Sam was in your driveway.  Your phone, which was sitting in the cupholder of your camp chair, began to beep with text alerts.  You turned it off.

Sam had grossly underestimated the amount of candy he would need.  His bowl was empty with a good hour of trick-or-treating left to go.  Luckily you always bought extra, so you bailed him out.

“I didn’t realize there were so many kids in this neighborhood,” Sam commented, stealing a candy bar from your bowl.  His long fingers brushed against yours, making you smile.  “But you seem like you know them all.”

“Everybody knows everybody else’s business on this street, Sam.  You’ll find that out soon enough.” You told him. “This place runs on wine and gossip.”

“Is that so? Are they saying anything about me?” He asked, staring at you a bit longer than necessary.

“Are you kidding? The fact that your sitting in my driveway will be all over the neighborhood by tomorrow morning. By Monday  people will be texting me asking me if we are dating.” You said with a snort, jumping up to give some candy to an adorable ladybug who could barely walk.

“Your kidding, right?” Sam said with a laugh.

“I wish I was.  They mean well, but ever since my engagement ended……..it’s hard sometimes being the only single person.” You said with a sigh.  “That night when I was drunk and Sadie knocked me on my ass? That was supposed to be my wedding day.  The girls were trying to take my mind off of it.”

“Well I still feel bad about Sadie knocking you over, but is it wrong for me to say I’m really glad you didn’t get married?” Sam asked softly, his eyes boring into yours.

Eventually, the number of kids milling around began to lessen, then stopped altogether.  People began turning off their lights and things began to quiet down.

Your fire had died down to just embers.  You stood up and stretched.  “Well, that’s another Halloween in the books.”

Sam turned to you.  “Do you want to come to my place and hang out? We could watch a movie or something?”

You smiled gently at him. “I think we’ve given the neighborhood quite enough to gossip about for one night, don”t you?”

He frowned at you. “What do you mean?”

You pulled out your phone. “I have 17 texts, all from people who “heard” the hot new guy is giving out candy in my driveway.  Like I told you, news travels fast here.  Goodnight Sam.  I enjoyed talking with you.”  You gave him a wink as you picked up your cooler and carried it inside.

Sam finished his beer, making sure your fire was out before he folded up his chair and headed home.  He looked back at your house once before smiling and shaking his head ruefully.

You surveyed your leaf-strewn backyard critically.  The huge tree next to your house had shed most of its leaves, and the piles of orange and gold had reached epic proportions.  You’d put this job off for weeks now, and it was time to just suck it up and do it.

You began sweeping the leaves into a bunch of small piles, and then the small piles into one large pile.  It was backbreaking, hard work but you had some music playing as you hummed along and tried to make the best of it.

Eventually, you had an enormous pile of leaves ready to be bagged.  When you realized you had left the leaf bags inside, you turned toward the house.  But then you stopped.  That pile of leaves was calling you.  When you were a child you used to spend hours jumping in the leaves while your father raked them.

What could it hurt? You took a running start and dived headfirst into the pile of leaves. It was exhilarating, and when you came up for air you were surprised to see a pair of boots standing in front of you. “Oh hey!” You said nonchalantly looking up at Sam who was grinning down at you.

“That looks like fun.” 

“Why am I always on the ground when I run into you?” you said grumpily, half to yourself. Sam chuckled as he held out a hand and helped you to your feet as you brushed yourself off. 

“You missed some.” He said, pulling leaves out of your hair.

You were adorable at that moment, your hair in a wild disarray, your cheeks flushed, with bits of leaves and twigs stuck to your face.  Sam reached over and pulled your hair out of your face, and tucked it behind your ear.

You gave a soft little sigh, and Sam’s eyes darkened at the sound.  You suddenly realized just how close he was standing, and your gaze dropped from his eyes to his full lips.  With a frustrated groan, his fingers closed around your arm as he pulled you to him and kissed you hard, knowing he was overstepping but not being able to stop himself.

But then you were kissing him back as your arms slid around his waist.  You kissed until you were breathless, and then you finally pulled away, panting.  But you were smiling.  “That will give them plenty to gossip about, huh?”

“What?” Sam said in a daze, not following.

“Look behind you.”

He turned around, and froze as your neighbor April, whose yard butted up to yours, was sitting on her patio to no doubt sneak a smoke.  April told everyone she had quit smoking, but you saw her out back sneaking them often.  In fact, the cigarette in question had fallen from her mouth as she stared at you and Sam in open-mouthed astonishment.

“Hi, April!” You said cheerily, not the slightest bit embarrassed.  She waved weakly without responding before heading back inside her house.

“She is texting as fast as her fingers can move, I bet.” You said with a cheeky grin.

 “I don’t care if you don’t.  Will you go out with me, Y/N? I’d like to take you to dinner.  What do you say?”  As Sam waited for you to answer, your phone in your pocket began to beep with one text alert after another.

Part 2

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