#also they actually connect to the egg body and not just awkwardly behind the head thank God

[cellgatinbo]

aw the dragon wings were resized to better fit the eggs

[castle-dominion]

c3x1 a deadly affair

I need to check to see if there is a comparison/compilation of the intros. I like how the intro changes season to season.

I initially thought this was a dream. Especially after he went through the door, I thought that maybe the outside wasn’t connected to the inside. Or even better, it would lead to his apartment. & then when they shot at each other I thought this is DEFINITELY a dream

But then *three days earlier* & I’m like “oh no what’s going on? was there someone standing behind beckett?”

jkhkjhdfsald the egg. You surprised him! He dropped the egg : ( Now he needs to clean it up. He looks devastated & she looks lowkey mad. My question is why was he doing it on the VERY EDGE OF HIS DESK WAIT HE JUST PICKS UP ANOTHER EGG? (lmao humpty dumpty crime scene) (Also he’s legit wearing jeans with his suit? I mean I guess when you’re a homicide detective you don’t have work unless there’s a homicide... Castle probably did it with an egg that he boiled on an induction with a magnet at the bottom to get the yolk centred. It’s a gimmick. Though I love a good bit of folklore/urban legend & Esposito whacks him upside the head when Ryan mentions castle  Bro it’s the equinox, officially it is the FIRST DAY of fall. Chill Everyone looking apprehensively (non in a sus way tho) at the phone call, like girl, speak of the devil & he shall appear but speak of castle & who knows? UNLESS EVERY TIME THEY MENTION CASTLE HE REALLY DOES APPEAR IN ONE WAY OR ANOTHER. They both look so angry that it’s not castle

& then speak of the castle he shall appear: “Hey! It’s Castle!” (cardboard cutout placed in window) KR: I guess he did finish that book... (why isn’t he back yet?) LP: Nice of him to send us a copy (Meet the author ad placed in window) KR, angrily: Looks like he’s back in town. (Why hasn’t he called yet?) JE, angrily: Nice of him to call. KB: Alright guys, you can stop pining for your girlfriend KR & JE: *look to each other in mild confusion & insult* WHY IS CASTLE’S CARDBOARD CUTOUT FOLLOWING HER DFJHJKSDHF She passes by & suddenly looks confused. Camera goes to Castle’s Cardboard Cutout & his eyes are following us. Ryan passes by: ... He really is ruggedly handsome. *shaking head* Mm.

Why did they bring Evan to the crime scene? Not the station? Uh seeing the crime scene probably isn’t good, murdoch blackboard moments!

I noticed it in her hand ^-^ (on the second watch thru tho) 

It’s open & the placed where the doorjambs are look odd. Worn away by time or broken open or smth, I can’t tell Why r they going in quiet instead of yelling “nypd”? I love hand signals, everyone should learn a bit of their local sign language WHOA WHO SHOT THE SHOT Rewatching that slower so I can actually see what’s going on! Ryan was p far away, how did he get that much closer? Ryan turned his gun to the side when he shot I think. ? They all looked so shocked to see that it was castle & Then Castle Looks Equally Shocked RC: I, uh... *turns toward the body while holding the gun* All of them: DOWN DOWN, PUT IT DOWN, GUN, DROP THE GUN, HOLD IT, STOP, DROP THE GUN STUPID, NOW, PUT IT DOWN, DROP IT SLIME BAG Just insulting him, possibly more than usual bc he’s being stupid & he hasn’t called (what a slime bag) She’s so happy she gets to arrest him

So cheeky “did you remodel?” as if it’s her house. But I noticed it too, I like the nice dark blue I like him. “You look good,” he says with a soft smile. KB: You look good too, (she says while smiling) RC: Really? KB: For Murder.

RC, awkwardly: I was going to call you, but then you showed up before I could. (I thought maybe he wanted to see if he could solve the murder on his own.)

Why does she specify “relationships with women” hmm?

RC: Maya knew I had a relationship with you-- ooh *cringe* with the nypd. Bud you DO have those fake cop credentials. You know it’s totally valid to have picked up the gun to defend yourself when you think the killers are coming back. Except who left the gun? RC: That’s when you, Esposito, & Annie Oakley came through the door. (Gestures to the glass, assuming Ryan is there) RM: Annie Oakley? JE: *looks pointedly at ryan* KR: I kind of almost shot castle RM: ???? KR: What? He had a gun. JE: I should have let you shoot him. It would have served him right for not calling. Man it really is like they’re all in a romance.

RM: Beckett. A word? RC: Hey captain! How’s it going? RM: *Looks At Castle Angrily with that Eyebrow* (imo it is NOT because castle is there for murder but because castle didn’t call)

Ok I mentioned the gun earlier, it indeed belonged to the victim. RM: I’m happy to hold him if you like (to get back at him? lmao I love it. Or bc he’s a witness ig.)

Castle: gayly forgets his jacket

She is revealing her hand, she IS mad at him. (we already knew that but she’s letting castle know

RC: turns around JE & KR: watching him angrily like beckett’s buff body guards or older brothers That reminds me, one time my dad was at his friend’s house. Dad & his friend were both six foot, the friend’s dad was even taller & an adult. (this was back when they were teens.) The sister’s boyfriend shows up to pick her up & then there are three huge men standing there with their arms crossed. He was scared dickensless. Never disrespected his gal.

Why is the penguin video edited...??? Very 2010.

Well at least alexis explains: he wasn’t going back until after the book tour. (He could have called to explain that)

Parallels. AC: “He said we’d talk when he got back from europe which he already did” RC: Why don’t you call him? Girl... You Should Have Called.  MR: Have I taught you nothing about relationships? RC: You’re a shining example /s. RC: How big of a deal is this...? AC: Idk if I want to see him anymore RC: *oh hecc I’m in trouble*

Yeah so beckett’s hair doesn’t look as bad as it did on the cover. It isn’t as emo anymore but it also doesn’t look quite so normal white woman.

JE: *rolls back in his chair* If you ask me you should have locked him up just out of spite. (Esposito is my vengeful tendencies come to fruition. He is the catharsis I need to be able to be a normal & respectful person IRL.) KB: No that would be unethical. Making the ppl down in holding deal with him> JE: True. KR: *also rolls back in his chair But Way OverShoots* Hey JE: Catches him & pulls him back* KR: Oua-! JE: *Shakes head, ryan doesn’t even say thanks* (They talk about the case) (They both smile at her, tbh it’s kind of awkward) (Talk about the case) KB: run phones & financials, see if anything pops. KR: *taps her desk* On it *smiles* *scoots away in his chair????????* JE: *just watching him, shakes head slightly with his mouth open* (Holy crap. I thought that rysposito shippers just saw caskett & figured the other two mains needed to be in a relationship. Like you know, you can’t see a piece of media without shipping two men, that phenomenon. But tbh I can see where they are coming from.) (As soon as beckett leaves) JE: RYAN!

RC: Hey L.T.! LT: Hey castle, back on the beat? [...] RC: Mind if I take a look around? *lifts the coffee & snacks* LT: *signals him in & takes the bribe.* It isn’t really bribery, this guy has been here before, we know him,,, right? At least castle wears gloves

LP: Hey! I heard you made an interesting arrest today. Wanna talk about it? KB: ... No. LP: Pk, keep holdingthat stuff in you’re gonna get an ulcer. Her hair is long & straight.

Ooh nice tattoos! My bday is coming up I’d like to get one.

edit: I didn’t get one, sad

(bust into mccutchin’s apartment) JE: LET ME SEE YOUR HANDS! RC: *turns around slowly* Oh, Hi. (chuckles) Castle found standing over two dead bodies! She just backs him up all the way into a vending machine lol RC: I was following up on leads, same as you! KB: Oh so you went into the victim’s phone records & looked for commonalities? RC: No, not exactly KB: Then what?? RC: *doesn’t want to share* KB: *grabs his ear* RC: aaHAHaAAAhAH OK I *69ed I star-six-nine-ed! But how would that work if tech pulled the card? How did castle get the phone? I’m impressed by Castle’s detecting skills! KB: You went to an active crime scene w/o authorization? RC: Well, I wore gloves...

RC: You don’t want to let the universe down, do you?

Apparently when an actor messes up their lines around Molly Quinn (Alexis Castle) & swears about it, they give her a dollar. She’s a teenager, probably swears more than you. Regardless, I think it’s cute.

That’s a strong bet! Holy! I don’t know if that is a good stake. RC: What if they figure it out first? (camera pans to ryan & esposito, both staring at them obviously RC+KB: Nah The boys come over & ask: So what are you two talking about. KB: Castle was just apologizing for not calling The boys: *stare at him with arms crossed.* (explain what they found) RC: The bowrey? KR: Yeah >:( >:( (by which he means: shut it castle we’re still mad at you.) It really is how brothers act when their sister gets scorned.

JE: Maybe the co-signed the loan XD XD girl it was an abnormal loan, not  a bank loan. Altho IG he was joking... Castle: *suggests smth* JE+KR: *slowly turn to look at him, remain silent before answering*

My mom, a good catholic: Knights of Colombus British Colombia?

KR: Hey! *sits down on the same table as castle, pushing him way to the side* KB: *can’t hold back a smile*

Ooh! I could dance to this! You know, even as a trans person I would love to try burlesque. I love performance, I love performing, I bet they have aerial performers too, lyra, silk, hoops, hammock; walking on glass, they obv have jugglers, servers probably wear stilts... this is so cool. Castle is right, the circus with alcohol, how have I not been here?

“the incident”

He doesn’t look a /lot/ like the sculture...

Ew the spinning, it is giving me motion sickness

RC: Just like that cable show Time for six degrees of the Angelina Jolie effect. (Find a show these two worked together on, find a show those two worked together on, oh look it’s the actor who is playing the guy in our show.) (Basically it is a universe where XYZ actor doesn’t exist or looks immensely different)

Hoo! Lanie! I don’t typically look at people’s butts but Lanie!

A sculptor, a vending machine salesman, & a chemistry teacher walk into a burlesque bar.

she used that phrasing on purpose

Love the music. Bon Appetite type drums so close, they in love

Bro money is heavy. It’s like carrying a textbook.

Costume design for Ryan? Top tier. I’ve been loving his patterned collared shirts.

Captions were wrong I think. “move move move” was from tf2 was esposito, “let’s go” might have been ryan, but “come on” was esposito. It might have all been esposito tbh.

I hate usa gun laws but yk for the sake of the show castle should get his license to carry. Then beckett wouldn’t have to illegally give him her gun. (which she has two of?) (btw I watched this before s1 so I didn’t know castle was actually a good shot)

Ah yes, three days later. I love the mirror maze, I love the disembodied voices. The captions are struggling with whose voice is whose tho. Yk I’ve always thought about how they filmed mirror mazes. How did the door open nobody was there? Mirrors showing the door would show whoever is opening it He’d better have the safety of that gun on, running like that. Or if the safety is off then he’d better have his finger beside the trigger not on it. Castle, getting on the ground is probably a good thing. Gives you more stability when you’re shooting the guy. That little “ok?” hand symbol.

Girl you could have said that one of the other detectives was shooting over your shoulder & castle was chasing down a suspect with the other detective. Esposito & Beckett were facing off while Ryan & Castle were running after suspects, esposito shot the fellow behind beckett, not castle, castle never had a gun. That’s the lie you should have told. (Or yk tell the truth & lose your job for breaking the rules idk)

I can’t believe esposito & ryan didn’t bet on whether she would take him back but I do like how esposito was watching in the background & then accuses her: How long before castle did you know this was about counterfetting? 

I love the who/whom, beckett used it earlier this episode I think but I didn’t write it. Or maybe it was yesterday. “He called him” “who called whom”

There were moments in this episode that really made my headcanon that especkett had a thing once solid. He still loves her, no matter what WAY he loves he

GOT ALL THE CLIPS I NEEDED YAY

[ladyreapermc]

Fic: Undisclosed Desires (Henry x Reader)

Summary: AU. After your run-in with Henry at the sex club, you go back home looking for some time to think about how you’re gonna look at him again come Monday morning. Unfortunately, he’s not about to let you have any time to think.

Part 1: Eyes Wide Shut. | Part 3 Beautiful Problems

Author’s Notes: This is a follow-up for Eyes Wide Shut. That fic took a life of its own and apparently it’s turning into a small ‘verse. I will continue to visit this from time to time because there’s so much potential to it and I’m definitely in love. One small note, in the original fic I said the reader was Henry’s PA, but to make sense with my ending for this one, I had to retcon it and change it to a trainee in the magazine he works for. I’m sorry about that. Feedback is always appreciated.

Wordcount: 5470

Warnings: smut (dom!Henry/sub!reader; bondage; orgasm denial; dirty talk)

You slid to the floor the moment you stepped through the front door of your apartment, your dress in disarray, your hair a mess, your make-up smudged, your cellphone ringing insistently inside your purse but you didn’t bother to look. You knew it was him. Of course, it was him.

Leaning your head against the door, you let out a deep, shaky exhale as you tried to get a grip on yourself and assess the situation you were in. Not only, in your lonely state, you decided it would be a good idea to visit a sex club, but you also ended up having sex with a guy you had never seen before. Or at least that was what you thought at first until his mask came off and it turned out it was Henry.

Your boss. The man you’ve been harboring feelings for the last six months. And he had just fucked you like no other guy in your life. You could actually still feel him all over you. The ghost of his hands in your thighs, as well as his lips all over your body and his smell on your skin. It was almost enough to make something inside you respond with desire. A tightness between your legs making itself known despite the mortification you felt.

Trying to clear your head from those thoughts and memories you picked yourself up from the floor and moved to the bathroom letting your dress fall to the floor and looking at yourself in the mirror. Your chest and shoulders were covered in marks from the bites and sucking kisses Henry had pressed there. Same with your inner thighs. There were finger-shaped bruises forming on each side of your hips from where Henry had held you still while he fucked you senseless.

Fortunately, all of those would be out of sight once you put on some clothes and, despite all the attention Henry lavished your neck, it was the one part of your body he hadn’t left marks. How considerate.

You turned on the shower as hot as it would go needing to wash away at least some of the evidence of your night with Henry. Maybe that way you could at least sleep in peace. As you stood under the hot spray, you couldn’t help but think back on all the girlfriends you have seen Henry with ever since you started working with him.

They were all something straight out of a Victoria Secret catalog, with their long legs and perfectly sculpted bodies. Nothing like you. Not that you thought you weren’t attractive. You knew your attributes and knew how to use them, but with regular guys, not God-like men like Henry, who not only had the great looks but the amazing personality to match.

You had always asked yourself why you had never seen him with a woman for more than a month. Now that you knew of his particular tastes in bed – a taste you apparently shared – you couldn’t help but wonder if that was the reason why. If Henry couldn’t bring himself to show this side of him to them. Not like he had shown it to you.

But he didn’t show it to you, did he? He showed to the supposed stranger he picked up in the club. He said it himself: he didn’t know it was you until your mask came off. Just like you didn’t know it was him either. Did you believe him?

You had to, right? Henry had no reason to expect to see you in that club, just like you had no reason to expect him. That was why you didn’t make the connection, even if you felt drawn to him and perfectly safe from the second you two started talking. Maybe on a deep, subconscious level, you had always known. So, he must have known too, right?

In the end, did it really matter? If you did know or not? He was still your boss. How were you planning on working with him after this? Now that you knew how he looks naked. Now that you knew how his mouth tasted and felt against your skin…

The truth was that you could ignore his calls and texts; hide in your apartment all weekend, but come Monday morning, you would have to face him. You were a trainee in the magazine he worked with. The one that brought in coffee and answered calls, helped with research for articles and organized materials...

For all journalists in the magazine, really but since Henry took you under his wing, you had been almost exclusively working with him and there wasn’t a single aspect of your job that wasn’t done in close proximity to him. So how exactly were you going to do this?

You didn’t have an answer. All you knew it that you weren’t going to come up with it tonight so the best you could do was put this entire thing aside, catch some sleep and hope a bolt of inspiration would reach you come morning.

Putting on an old tank top and a pair of shorts after your shower, you climbed under the covers of your bed, hoping that when you closed your eyes, you wouldn’t dream of his. No such luck, unfortunately.

You spent the night dreaming of Henry. Of his touch and his taste and his voice and his smell and woke up soaked and aching, reaching between your legs almost on autopilot while your other hand teased your nipples, your mind still full of Henry and it took you almost no effort to make yourself come.

It wasn’t nearly as fulfilling as the orgasms you had the night before, but it was still a nice way to fully wake up. You were in a relatively good mood when you got out of bed, humming along with the radio as you started on breakfast, your problems with Henry pushed to the corner of your mind for the time being. You would think about it after your cup of coffee and not a moment sooner.

The knock on your door at this time in the morning was a surprise, but you assumed it was just one of your neighbors. Most likely the lady on 14B who kept misplacing her cat. You thought nothing of it as you bounced towards the door, mouthing the words of some pop song as you pulled the door open without checking through the peephole.

You froze at the sight of Henry standing there hand raised to knock again.

Your first impulse was to close the door on his face, pretend he wasn’t there. How was he there? How did he get your address? How did he manage to come up without you buzzing him in?

“Please don’t close the door on me,” Henry asked as if reading your mind. His blue eyes wide and pleading and how could you resist that?

Against your better judgment, you stepped aside and let him in, closing the door behind him. You just watched as he stood awkwardly in your foyer, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as he waited for you to take the first step.

“Did you have breakfast yet?” you asked with a sigh, leading the way to your kitchen and feeling Henry looming behind you. “And I mean real breakfast, not those disgusting protein shakes you drink first thing in the morning.”

“No,” he admitted, taking a seat at your isle while you popped two more slices of bread on the toaster and added a couple more bacon stripes in your frying pan.

For a moment, the only sounds in the kitchen were the sounds of sizzling and the music playing on the radio as you finished your task. You were hardly a good cook, but you could manage decent bacon and eggs at least.

After setting the plates on the counter, you brought over two mugs of coffee. Henry’s with milk and two sugars just like he preferred, yours black, three sugars, before you took a seat next to him, ignoring the way he was sneaking glances at you in favor of your food.

You could not have this conversation on an empty stomach. If it was up to you, you wouldn’t have this conversation at all. Not today at least, but here was Henry not even warranting you the weekend to process this entire mess before having to face him.

The two of you ate in silence and once you were both done Henry wordless picked up the dirty dishes and washed them. No prompt; no request. Because you needed even more reason to fall in love with him. It just wasn’t fair.

“Can we talk now?” he asked, drying his hands on a dishtowel as he turned to face you.

There he was, standing in your kitchen, the morning light coming from the window hitting his face just right, highlighting the sharp lines of his jaw and cheekbones, making the lighter brown shades of his curls more prominent. His blue eyes shining bright and full of uncertainty.

You didn’t really know what possessed you to do this, but you got up and moved into Henry's personal space, grabbing a fistful of his hair and just smashing your lips against his.

His arm came around your waist, pulling you close until you were flush against his strong chest. His other hand coming to your jaw, tilting your face just right so to ease the angle of the kiss and soon enough his tongue was slipping past your lips, sliding against yours as Henry pinned you against the counter.

And how did he do that? How did he take charge so effortlessly when you were the one who initiated? How could he look so unsure only seconds ago and now he was kissing and touching you like he had a map to your body?

“You’re sure?” Henry asked against your lips, thumb rubbing your cheek so softly you felt yourself melting and warmth spreading through your chest.

“Yes, boss,” you declared, your hand coming to cup the bulge in his pants, making Henry groan. Because the last thing you wanted to do was talk. Talking would lead to thinking and thinking to regret and end this. You didn’t want this to end. Not yet.

“Ok,” he whispered, his eyes darkening as much as his tone.

Henry caught your lips again in a bruising kiss. His teeth tugged gently on your lower lip, making you moan and squeeze him firmly through his jeans.

“On your knees. Hands behind your back.”

You obeyed easily, your movements surprisingly fluid as you sat on your heels, your wrists resting on the curve of your ass. You watched him through your lashes as Henry unbuckled his belt and unfastened his jeans, pushing them down his legs only far enough to free his semi-hard cock. Resting a hand on top of your head, he stroked himself and you could only watch, desire shooting through you.

“Have you ever done this?” He asked, voice raspy and hoarse.

“Suck a dick?” You asked in confusion. Did he think you were some sort of blushing virgin?

“Have your mouth fucked,” Henry clarified, his thumb tracing your lips. “Having a cock so deep inside your mouth it hits your throat and you can barely breathe, only choke on it.” His words were slow and deliberate, his tone seductive, painting the picture for you and making heat spread through your body. “So far down you’re gagging, tears in your eyes as you moan for more…”

You were so wet from just his words. The temptation of moving forward, just taking him in your mouth growing at each passing second that you watched him touch himself.

“Please, boss,” you whined, blinking up at him. “I want it.”

“Remember your safe word?” Henry asked and you nodded. “Gesture too?” Once again you nodded. “Good. Then come here, baby.”

He tugged gently on your hair until you crawled closer. Enough to smell the heady scent of his sex. Holding himself, he pressed the tip of his cock against the seam of your lips, letting you taste him first. You hummed as precum smeared over your lips and you licked them clean before you parted them in welcome.

Loosening your jaw and covering your teeth, you let Henry push deeper, getting more of his erection inside your mouth. He was quite big and thick, and you could feel his cock heavy in your tongue, the head rubbing against the roof of your mouth until he pulled back again.

Henry started slow, giving you time to adjust, but at each thrust he pushed deeper and deeper, holding it there for longer until you were moaning, hands clenching behind your back until he pulled back and you could properly draw breath again, your head dizzy, your panties drenched, your body desperate for more.

Soon he was hitting the back of your throat with every stroke, making you gag and gasp for breath, drool running down your chin and the aching need between your legs turning unbearable. Especially with the way Henry grunted and panted above you, head thrown back in ecstasy as he fucked your mouth.

You just needed to alleviate a bit of the pressure building inside you. That was all. Sneaking your hands between your legs, you rubbed your clit, groaning around your mouthful at the first thrill of pleasure.

It didn’t last long. Your attention brought back when Henry pulled his cock completely out of your mouth, using his hold on your hair to tilt your head up so you could look at him. You whimpered, not in pain but in need.

“What are you doing, baby?” he asked, eyebrow arched, and you blinked at him in confusion. He nodded towards you and you glanced down at yourself, at the way your hand was tucked inside your shorts. “Who allowed you to touch yourself?”

“Sorry, boss.”

Henry tsked in disappointment and helped you to get on your feet again, your back to his chest as he nuzzled your cheek and temple, one hand holding your wrists behind your back, the other running over your cunt. You were shaking, wanting nothing more than for him to touch and finger you. Instead, he slapped your sex gently, making you buckle and moan. Your clit throbbing even more as your head lolled back against his chest.

“You’re showing terrible behavior, baby,” Henry whispered against your ear. “Running out on me last night; ignoring my calls; touching yourself without permission… I think you need some punishment.” His words sent another thrill through your body. “Don’t you agree?”

You knew what he was doing. Asking for your permission. Making sure this was still ok. That he wasn’t crossing the line. Part of you was excited to see what Henry would do to you, but a little voice kept telling you that this was a bad idea. You needed to end things, not get even deeper into the rabbit hole.

“Yes, boss,” you said, at last, feeling his smile against your temple as he let go of your hands.

“Show me your bedroom. Eyes forward.”

With a nod, you led the way, walking in front of him and resisting the urge to look behind yourself. You almost gave in when you heard the noise of leather against fabric as well as the clink of metal against metal. You just knew he was taking off his belt.

You stepped inside your bedroom, walking all the way to the foot of the bed before stopping, turning your head just enough so Henry could see you were awaiting further instructions, but without glancing behind yourself.

He stepped closer to you, his warmth seeping through your thin sleeping clothes as he pulled one of your arms behind your back, then the other. Leather slip past your hands, surrounding your wrists, loosely at first, then after a quick tug, it tightened.

“How’s that?” he asked. “Too tight?”

“No, boss,” you replied, moving your wrists against the makeshift belt handcuffs he made. There was enough space between your flesh and the leather, but no way for you to get out unless he released you. You drew a shaky breath in anticipation.

“On your knees, face and shoulders on the bed,” he instructed, and you struggled to obey, the position awkward and leaving your exposed and vulnerable, especially with your hands tied behind your back and your ass up in the air.

Your breath picked up speed and your heart was thundering as you waited for what Henry would do next. You jumped when he ran his rough palms over your thighs, spreading your knees a little wider before he kneaded your ass and kissed your spine.

“Relax baby,” he asked, rubbing your lower back soothingly. “This is gonna be good. I promise.”

You tried to even your breathing while Henry pressed soft, wet kisses all over your back, his fingers teasing you through your shorts until you were rocking back against his fingers, asking for more, completely forgetting the position you were in.

“That’s better,” he whispered and finally pulled your shorts down. “You’re soaked already. My naughty girl.”

Henry pressed a kiss to your wet folds, before running his tongue over them, exploring you. You moaned and fought the urge to writhe as he pushed his tongue inside, fingers toying with your clit. He was good. So damn good. Every touch, every kiss perfectly planned to get maximum response from your body and in moments Henry had you meowing pleas, your body quaking and pleasure coiled in your lower belly ready to snap.

You were so damn close you could taste it and that was when he pulled back, nipping at your ass cheek and making you jump. Your mind so dizzy it took you a couple of seconds to process what was happening.

“This is a punishment, baby. Not a reward,” Henry announced, his voice smug as he caressed your shaky thighs. “You come when I feel you deserve it.”

Henry kissed your cunt again, before his fingers brushed against your slit, spreading your wetness, reigniting your pleasure. All you could focus on was the delicious heat starting in your core and spreading through your body as he thrust two fingers in and out. Slowly at first, then speeding up as you pushed back against his hand, fucking yourself on his fingers.

Once again you felt the crest of your orgasm building and growing like a wave, making your entire body tense. Your toes curled, your fist clenched, your eyes were squeezed shut, your nipples hard and at every brush against the shirt, tiny sparkles of pleasure flowed through you. You were almost there once again. Once again Henry stopped.

“FUCK!” You shouted in frustration and you wanted to slap him because the son of a bitch actually chuckled, his hands soothing your back. “I hate you.”

“Of course, you do,” he kissed up your spine again, his hands coming around your belly and under your shirt, caressing your ribs before kneading your breasts and pinching your nipples and you groaned and buckled against him desperate for more.

“You’re a fucking bastard, you know that?” you spat angry and frustrated as he bit your shoulder.

“Be glad I don’t put you over my knee and spank this ass red,” he growled, one hand coming down to squeeze your ass cheeks roughly. “You’re being a brat and that’s what brats deserve.”

You couldn’t help yourself. Despite the frustration, you moaned at the thought. Maybe you weren’t all that opposed to spanking. At least not with Henry.

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” he spoke against your ear, voice teasing, fingers pushing into you again. “Me spanking you.”

“Yes, boss,” you admitted, exhaling shakily.

You could almost picture it. His large hand descending over your ass. The sound of skin against skin loud in the quiet room, being cut only by your cries and the counting. You bet Henry would only stop when your cheeks were red, warm and, tender from the abuse.

One more time you were rocking against his fingers, fucking yourself. The mental image your brain just conjured making you so aroused you were drenched. You could hear the squelching sound of Henry knuckles hitting your swollen cunt, your clit throbbing painfully.

“Boss, please,” you sobbed, tears in your eyes. You wanted to come so bad it was starting to hurt.

“Apologize,” Henry growled.

“Sorry. I’m sorry, boss,” you babbled desperately, your orgasm building again.

“For what? What are you apologizing for?”

“For touching myself without permission.”

“And?” he prompted, his voice sounding a little more distant, his pace losing a little coordination.

“Cursing you,” you replied, mind foggy.

“And?” Henry asked again, voice slightly muffled and you had to force yourself to think. What else were you being punished for? You heard a foil being ripped before he spoke again. “Baby? Say it.”

“For running away.” Your voice broke slightly at the thought. “For not answering your calls. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Henry.”

A silence fell over the two of you. You had been so embarrassed and terrified last night… but maybe if you had stayed, maybe if the two of you had talked, it would have been for the better. Maybe there could be a way for the two of you to make things work.

“Good girl,” Henry whispered, kissing your neck and shoulders. His body draped over yours. “My good girl.” He pulled his fingers away again and you whimpered. “Mine.”

You barely had time to process that as Henry pushed his cock inside you, making you shout because this was what you wanted. What you needed even. Him filling you up, stretching you so perfectly your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he waited for your to adjust. His hands come to your shoulders to pull you back until you sitting upright on his lap. You sighed in relief at the removal of pressure on your shoulders and neck.

“Ok?” he panted against your shoulder, pushing your hair to the side and you nodded, the feeling of him so deep inside you making you speechless.

Henry once again started slow, you noticed. His hips barely pulling back before he pushed in again. Granted, this position didn’t give him much room to maneuver, but it felt so good, his hands exploring your body, his mouth kissing and biting the exposed skin of your neck and shoulder as he rocked his hips.

Soon, his pace increased his body moving harder and faster against yours, encouraged by the cries, curses, and pleas falling from your lips. His grip on your body tightening and holding you still, thumb working your tender clit.

There it was again, the heat building inside you, starting in your lower belly, coiling your muscles, becoming the only thing you could focus on.

“Can I come, please, Boss?” The words slipped from your lips without you even noticing them and you felt Henry nodding.

“Yeah, baby. Now you can come,” he conceded, his kisses gentle, almost coaxing as the wave of your pleasure finally crashed through you.

Your back arched like a bow. Your thighs quaking, your hands, still restrained behind your back, fisting Henry’s shirt. Bright dots busting behind your eyelids as you could barely draw a breath. Your walls pulsing around Henry’s cock, gripping him tight and he cursed against your shoulder, moaning your name as he came too.

Resting against Henry’s strong chest, you caught your breath, fighting off the daze of sleep. You were never like this. Sleepy after sex, but he worked you out so well. Your body was exhausted, your mind quiet for the first time in the last 12 hours and you just wanted to enjoy it.

“Henry?” you mumbled, eyelids heavy, tilting your head back to catch a glimpse of him. “Stay?”

“For as long as you want me to,” he said, kissing your lips softly. “Sleep. I’ll take care of everything, baby.”

“Hmmm. ‘kay,” you whispered, already drifting off.

It had been a while since you woke up sated and pleasantly sore, surrounded by warmth, a strong arm holding you close, a hard chest pillowing your head, rough fingers drawing patterns on your back under your shirt and making you shiver.

You forgot how much you missed it. How long has it been since your last relationship? Too long. Not that you should be thinking of this a relationship. Henry was still your boss and you had no idea where the two of you stood. Being compatible in sex didn’t make you compatible with everything else.

With a sigh, you shifted in Henry’s embrace and he loosened his hold enough for you to raise your head and look at him. He was propped on the headboard, in his jeans, glasses perched on his nose, reading something on his phone. He looked over at you, a smile pulling on his lips and your heart sped up.

“Hi.”

“Hey,” he replied, pressing a kiss on your forehead and you froze, unsure of what to do. “Anything hurt?”

“Yes,” you admitted, sitting up. “But not in a bad way. What are you doing?”

“Reading that report on fracking you’ve been nagging me about since last week.”

Henry flashed you a smirk that you almost returned, but the entire thing felt too weird for you to just slip back into the easy camaraderie you two shared when working together. Apparently, he noticed, because, with a sigh, Henry set his phone and glasses on the bedside table. Like they belonged there. Like he belonged in your bed.

“We should talk,” he said and once again your heart sped up, but this time for a completely different reason. Anxiety. Fear. Panic.

You couldn’t help yourself. You got out of bed, catching sight of your shorts on top of the dresser and pulling them back on. Which was ridiculous because Henry had seen you naked last night and he had done very dirty things to you today, so what was the point?

“Can you sit down, please?” he asked, patting the bed. You exhaled slowly in a weak attempt of centering yourself as you took a seat. “And maybe look at me.”

 You raised your head, meeting Henry’s gaze, seeing the same uncertainty in his gaze as you had seen earlier. It was a small comfort to know that he shared your nervousness.

“Did you know?” you asked in a low voice. “Last night? That it was me?”

“Not until I took off your mask,” he said, his tone pleading you to believe him. “That was the last place I expected to find you.” You snorted because that was an understatement. “But I’m glad I did.”

“You are?” Surprise colored your voice as you looked at Henry in confusion. He paused, eyes searching and all you could do was stare back. This time, Henry was the one who snorted.

“You didn’t know,” he whispered seemingly more to himself than you. “Amy was right, then. As usual.”

“Henry, you’re not making any sense,” you said. What was he on about? And what did the other journalist had to do with it?

“I have feelings for you,” he declared, his tone almost matter-of-factly. “Which is quite inappropriate since I’m your boss.”

To hear that word in his voice, in that low baritone, made a thrill of want run down your spine. You bit your lip to prevent a small groan from escaping your mouth and noticed the way Henry shifted on his seat, looking away from you as he cleared his throat.

You were very familiar with that gesture. He did often when you said or did something to make him uncomfortable. Your gaze dropped to his lap, at the way his cock twitched against his jeans. Not uncomfortable. Aroused.

“Oh,” you said dumbly, several interactions between the two of you replaying on your mind with a whole different meaning.

The way he would fidget whenever you fixed his blazer or the collar of his dress shirt. The sharp intakes of breath when you bent over his shoulder to fix a simple thing on his computer that he always seemed to struggle with. How he always kept his eyes fixed on yours whenever you wore a lowcut blouse… How had you not noticed any of that before? Geez! You were dense.

“Why did you say something?” you asked.

“One: I didn’t know you felt the same,” Henry pointed out. “And two: I didn’t want to ruin things between us. There is a reason why my relationships never last.”

“You mean…” you trailed off, gesturing at the bed and he chuckled and shook his head.

“Because I’m a workaholic,” he corrected. “I don’t share my sexual preferences with just anyone.”

“You mean you don’t usually tie people up in your first date?” you joked, and he chuckled again, shaking his head. “But you did with me. Even if you didn’t know who I was.”

“Because I knew you wanted it. That you trusted me to stop if you asked,” Henry said, twisting the bedsheet under his hand. “Maybe I did know, at some level, that it was you. There’s no one I trust more, and it felt different.”

You knew what he meant because you felt the same. In a room full of strangers, he was the only one that made you feel at ease and you didn’t hesitate to follow him into the bedroom and put yourself in his capable hands.

“It’s different when you do this with someone you really care about…” Henry mused, looking at you. “It’s always pleasurable, but when it’s someone you like, it just…”

“Mind-blowing?” you offered with a small, hesitant smile. You might not be experienced in these things, but it definitely didn’t feel like anything you felt before.

“Yeah,” Henry nodded. “Enough that you don’t want to give up all that easily.”

There was an underlying sadness in his voice. A type of resignation. He was certain you two wouldn’t be doing this again. A small bolt of panic hit you. You didn’t want that to happen. Not now that you knew what it felt like to be with him. Not when you now knew it could be more.

Now that you knew that the smile he flashed you every morning when you brought his coffee was more than just gratitude. Or the spark that seemed to ran through you whenever you two touched might ran through him too. Maybe there really was a different warmth in his voice whenever he spoke to you, no matter how frustrated he was. Maybe he really meant it when he said you were his favorite person in the world…

“Do we have to give it up?” you asked, and Henry gave you a sad smile.

“I’m your boss. It’s against the magazine’s code of conduct.”

Your mind worked a mile a minute while you thought about this. You knew he was technically right, but maybe… An idea hit you. Insane, but might just work.

“And if I was your colleague, not a trainee?”

“Sure, but…” Henry started saying, but you were already on your feet again, a plan starting to form on your head.

“Ok, you didn’t hear this from me, but Lawrence is thinking about retiring,” you confided, making his eyes go wide, mouth hanging open. “I have lunch with his secretary at least once a week. She tells me everything,” you explained before Henry can even think about asking. “If he goes, the editor position for the magazine will be open and everyone knows it would be between you and Amy.”

“And Amy is his favorite…” Henry nodded, his lips tilting into a grin as he caught on with your line of thought. “With Amy in the editor chair, the magazine will need someone to fill in her shoes.”

“Exactly!” You grinned, crawling back in bed and towards him. “We just need to make sure that’s me.”

“Are you actually suggesting we date in secret for the next…”

“Six months. Maybe eight,” you offered at his pause.

“Six, maybe eight months in the hopes Lawrence retires, Amy gets the editor’s chair and you get a promotion, knowing that if anyone finds out we’ll both be out of a job?”

“Yes.” You nodded, excitement coursing through you as you came to sit in his lap,  arms around his shoulders. “That’s exactly what I’m suggesting. Are you in?”

“What the hell!?” Henry shrugged, grinning too. “Secrets are kind of hot.” He declared, meeting your lips for a kiss.

This might just work after all. And maybe, in the end, you would not only get the guy of your dreams but the job too.

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g isn’t for gun (edited)

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content warnings: child abuse, blood, injury, character death

Billy’s back is against the wall in the garage, shelves of Susan’s gardening supples pressing painfully into his spine, taste of his father’s hand lingering in his mouth. The salty hint of the sweat from his open palm, the waxy residue of the polish he’d been using to clean his guns. They’re still here on the workbench, he was interrupted by a call from the school. Billy’s in trouble for truancy again. He’s skipped one too many days and he’s in trouble, and he can still taste the hand of his furious father as it balls into a fist and punches him hard enough to knock the breath from his lungs. His father’s knuckles plow into his stomach  a second time and he could hate himself for the whiny-wimp-bitch noise punted from his throat.

“Do you like making me look like a jackass?” Neil demands. “I think you think you do!”

Billy raises his head and finds his mouth go dry at the thunderous, dangerous look on his father’s face. Any comebacks he had dissolve in his throat and he. He can’t.

“Leave my brother alone!”

Billy looks past his father. There’s Max in the middle of the garage, lily white complexion budding rose red with a roaring anger too big for her body. She’s petite as is and appears even more so in her baggy skater clothes of choice. Her fists are balled too, held up like she actually wants to hit something. That scares him for her sake, for what Billy dreads will happen if she actually dares to throw a tantrum in front of an already irate Neil.

“This doesn’t concern you, Maxine,” his father states clearly and coldly without even turning around.

“Get outta here,” Billy snaps in agreement, glowering pointed daggers.

Because he can picture it in detail so vivid it’s nauseating. Max’s throat in the crook of Neil’s elbow. Eyes flooding with tears as the pressure goes taut. Max coughing and coughing when Dad finally releases, if she isn’t out cold like Billy is sometimes, on the really bad days. Billy returns his attention to his fuming father. Max takes a couple steps back. That's going to be the end of her involvement. Good.

In a distant way Billy admires Max’s grit and yeah, okay, maybe it feels good that she gives a shit about him, but Billy’s private sentiments don’t compare to his fear. His stepsister needs to fuck off for her own safety. He looks back to his father, meeting and holding his gaze with steel. Billy prepares himself for more yelling, then the unmistakeable cock of a gun has them both freezing.

“I said leave him alone!” Max screeches like a falcon, M1911 stretched out in front of her, bluebell eyes burning in defiance.

Now Neil does whip around and for a moment he hesitates, just as taken aback as Billy. His mouth screws open and then his face hardens.

“I said get outta here!” Billy shouts so loud it rips his throat. Max is one goddamn gutsy firecracker and he’d be impressed by the act of rebellion if it wasn’t bound to get them both killed.

Max’s blazing eyes flicker over the blood at the corner of Billy’s mouth and she holds her ground. “No! I’m sick of living like we’re in a prison! I'm sick of living like we have to ask him permission just to fucking breathe!”

“Maxine, you put that down right now or you’re going to be in a world of trouble,” Neil warns, dark and seething.

She responds by pointing it at his head. Neil growls, lurching right toward her. Billy suddenly finds the ability to move. Quick as a viper, he darts in between them, pushing back against his father. For a moment he isn’t entirely sure exactly who he is protecting and then he realizes it’s both of them.

Billy is protecting Max in case she misses. He’s protecting Neil in case she doesn’t.

“Calm down, Dad! She’s fourteen, she doesn’t know what she’s doing!”

“That’s exactly why she needs to put it down!” Neil snarls right in his ear.

“Get outta here, Max!” Billy shouts for the second time, grinding his jaw as he struggles to restrain his infuriated father.

“You ungrateful little brat!“ Neil roars.

“Move, Billy!” Max shouts, finger on the trigger.

And Billy does move but not quite of his own accord. Neil swings an elbow and the next thing he knows, pain bursts through his face. Billy sees stars as his cheek radiates white-hot hurt. Stunned, his grip slips. He stumbles and hurriedly scrambles back between his father and his stepsister, pushing at him again daring to imagine the fight going in his favor, if only he could take Neil on the floor. Before Billy can go forward with the slapdash plan in his head, there’s a noise not particularly unlike a firecracker on the fourth of July. It almost matches the stars as they recede from his vision.

Neil drains pale and suddenly stops resisting. Billy looks back over his shoulder at his stepsister, actually sees the orange flare from the muzzle as she fires again. Giving a startled cry, Max swaggers sideways, arms jolting with the recoil she was all too clearly unprepared for. As far as Billy knows, this is Max’s first time shooting a gun and that one’s definitely too much for her. It’s Max’s first time shooting a gun she isn’t ready for and Billy— Billy realizes her aim, her accuracy, well, without any practice, it’s—

“It was an accident!” Max yips behind him, frantic, nearly as shrill as Susan in her distress. “Shit! Holy shit, Billy, you’re bleeding!”

Billy is struck with the realization of just how shoddy Max’s accuracy is as his efforts to restrain Neil turn into efforts to hold onto him so he doesn’t fall— so he can steady himself and remain upright. Neil doesn’t even push him away. He’s gone strangely silent, ghost white as Billy fists into the collar of his navy blue button-up.

“Yeah,” Billy mutters, vaguely annoyed as he blinks down at the egg sized exit wound cascading crimson into his favorite white muscle tank. The bullet tore right through the thin strap of the sleeve and the pristine white fabric thirstily soaks up all the blood that just keeps pouring. “You shot me.”

No way he’s salvaging this shirt. Strangely, it’s the shirt he’s more concerned about. It doesn’t hurt like Billy thinks it should. He feels like he got stung by a wasp. He watches connecting canals course down his arm, a small scale rain shower of ruby falling from his fingertips and pattering to the concrete. He just watches, numb, flabbergasted, not hurting like he believes he’s supposed to.

“Maxine, go open the truck passenger’s seat.” Neil commands, steely and stern but somehow the boiling rage of mere moments before receding to a different kind of exigency. “Now, hurry up!”

And for all her defiance just as recent, her palatable hate for their shared monster, Max immediately obeys. She slams her palm against the button to open the automatic garage door and limbo bends herself under the aluminum as soon as she can. Darts off, soles of her sneakers swiftly slapping the cement.

“Can I let go of you for a sec?” Neil urges. “Get you a towel?”

“Uh…no. No, sir.” Billy shakes his head. He thinks he’ll fall. He really does. His head is swimming and the bones in his legs are suddenly squishy as gelatin. He also doesn’t actually trust Neil not to go after Max.

“Come on, you can stand by yourself for a second,” Neil argues. “It’s just your shoulder, be a man.”

Against his better judgement, Billy lets Neil let go. The garage door is open now. Billy stares down the driveway and watches Max fling open the passenger door with the hand that isn’t holding the gun. She’s still holding it. Billy doesn’t understand why she’s still holding it but then Neil’s pressing a towel against his shoulder and now— now it does hurt, throbbing all the way to his back with the horrible and just plain bizarre sensation of something grinding like peppercorns beneath his torn flesh. Billy clamps his jaws around the scream in his throat.

“You’re fine, you’re fine,” Neil repeats with every step he shepherds Billy toward the truck. “You’re alright, we’re going to the hospital.”

“I’m really fucking bleeding,” Billy remarks and he’s not sure if he’s arguing or not, if he’s being contrary or simply making an observation.

Max is still there, wild eyed, M1911 foreboding and menacing and awkwardly large in her trembling hand.

“Put that back right now, Maxine,” Neil growls, practically shoving Billy in the passenger’s seat because apparently he’s not moving fast enough by himself. “Put that back and go to your room until your mother comes home!”  

Max takes a long look at Neil. Her eyes seem to shake in their sockets.

“I’m sorry, Billy!” she yelps and just like that, she spins on her heel and takes off down the block. As she pistons she picks up speed, legs pumping hard, arms swinging at her sides. She’s running away again. She’s run away before. Twice. This is the third time. Three strikes and she’s out. Billy’s stomach sinks with the dread.

Max is doing everything she shouldn’t be doing and he isn’t going to be able to protect her from the backlash. Not like this. Not this time.

“Maxine! Goddamn it!” Neil shakes a fist after her but makes no move to pursue. He’s still very pale. It makes the flecks of Billy’s blood on his face stand out that much more.

“I’m bleeding,” Billy reminds him and maybe that’s not what he’s supposed to say, not the tough thing to say, not the macho thing to say.

“Dad, there’s blood everywhere,” he continues and he’s trying to be calm. His voice is level and he tries not to sound like he wants to cry even though he kind of does and if he does, Neil’s going to taunt him all the way to the ER for being a pussy-baby-wimp-bitch-loser.

But Billy can’t lift his arm and there’s blood all over. His shirt is ruined and it’s in his jeans now, the towel in his hand has already soaked to the point of uselessness. His head is spinning and he’s terrified of what Neil is going to do to Max. Horrified at the prospect of being unable to do anything about it.

He doesn’t really get along with Susan but Max being spared the full force of Neil’s wrath is one of the few unspoken understandings that exists between them. But Billy isn’t going to be able to hold up his end of the bargain like this, he doesn’t think, or— or maybe. Maybe he can if he redirects Neil’s anger now. If he takes this opportunity to really get under his skin. It’s all that there’s left to do.

“This is all your fault,” Billy accuses when his father finally slides into the driver’s seat.

“Say again?” Neil seems distracted more than taken aback, clumsily fumbling with the keys.

“It’s your fault,” Billy repeats. “Max is just a kid, she didn’t know what she was doing.”

“Horse shit,” Neil growls. “You bet your ass that little brat knew exactly what she wanted to do.”

“Still your fault,” Billy challenges. “She’s right, we can’t even fucking breathe without your permission. You try to control everything…one of us was gonna do this eventually. If not Max then me. Or hell, maybe even Susan would’ve went Linda Couch on your ass.”

“Jesus H. Christ, I always knew you were an ungrateful son of a bitch, but to say something that disrespectful? After everything I’ve done for you, you'd say something like that?” Neil finally jams the key in the ignition, blinking like he’s dazed before he angrily starts the truck. He gives himself a shake as he guns it into the street, tires squealing. Houses blur past and turn into trees.

“Yeah, everything you’ve ever done for me,” Billy sneers. “Beat up my mom—“

“Hey, that whore slung her pussy every which way the wind blows! Hell, for all I know, you’re not even mine!”

“Oh, I’m yours, all right.” Billy rolls his eyes. He’s feeling woozy and his hands are wet and he’s kind of scared now, but not as scared of bleeding as he is scared of what Neil will do to Max if her fails to secure his father’s ire now. She’s in trouble either way, but Billy hopes he at least has a chance to mitigate the pain that’ll come her way if he can get Neil seeing red in his direction.

“Let’s keep going down the list of all the wonderful things you’ve done for me that I should be oh-so grateful for. Let's see, you broke my shit whenever I struck out at Little League practice—“

“You improve under pressure, Billy. That’s just who you are.”

“Broke my actual leg once, do you remember that? Back when I had my paper route?”

“…that was an accident...”

“Pfft. Barely.”

“You were kissing another man’s wife! What I did wasn’t half as bad as what he would’ve done if he’d been the one to catch you.”

Billy just rolls his eyes again. He could go on but Neil beats him to it.

“I fed you, I clothed you, I kept a roof over your head!”

“Right.” Billy huffs hotly, blinking as he lifts the towel to take a peek at his shoulder. “So like, the bare minimum.”

“Don’t get smart with me. You don’t have the faintest idea what it takes to be a parent. What it takes to be a fath—“ Neil breaks off, violently hacking into his hand.

Billy gapes at the saucer of red when Neil’s hand retracts from his mouth, the beads glistening in his facial hair.

“Whoa,” Billy gasps in realization. “Max shot you.”

“…yes.” Neil wipes his palm off on his jeans, shifts his eyes back to the road as he bitterly continues, “It’s a bullet, Billy, it had to go somewhere when it tore outta you. Bullets don’t pop like bubble soap.”

“Holy shit.” Billy has no idea how he didn’t notice. His father’s shirt is darker than his, but still. “Wait, should you be driving?”

“It’s not the first time I’ve been shot, William.” Neil keeps his eyes ahead but he’s so pale he’s almost translucent and a foreboding feeling grows deep in the pit of Billy’s stomach.

“Oh, Jesus, not that again.” Billy cackles wildly and it hurts, it sends torturous throbs all down his arms and across his trunk. His ribs stick into him like he's made of mashed potatoes and he cackles maniacally anyway. “You and your stupid wounded warrior bullshit—“

“Don’t you dare insult my service!” Neil forms a fist and Billy knows he’s going to get hit but then his father’s coughing into the curled fingers instead and it sounds wet and he shouldn’t be driving. No way in hell should Neil be driving, they shouldn’t be on the road, this empty road with nothing but trees on either side as the seats soak up their blood.

“I wouldn’t give a flying fuck if you had a hundred purple hearts,” Billy taunts scornfully and he’s never, ever dared to say anything like this at all actually, but if he doesn’t now, he never will and he’s feeling as vindictive as he ever has. His heart is suddenly as light as his head. Above all, he finally feels free and isn't his freedom what Neil supposedly sacrificed for?

Fighting for his freedom, that generously noble thing Neil did that supposedly grants him this unalienable right to pull rank above everybody else?

“You're an asshole, Dad. And I bet you cling to that military bravado because you enjoyed shooting people. Wrap it up in all the red, white, and blue you want, you bastard. I see you, I know who you really are. You’re just some asshole who likes yourself best when you’re hurting other people.”

And even though he’s still coughing and there’s red spurting through his fingers, his father’s eyes meet his and Billy realizes he’s actually hurt him. For the first time in his life, possibly, he’s actually gotten in a dig that had an effect, made a profound impact. For the first time the pain in Neil’s eyes matches his own and Billy revels in it right until the moment they swerve off the road.

Metal crunches like stomping on a beer can. Billy pitches forward, seatbelt biting into him hard, wounded shoulder jarred as his teeth rattle. It happens so fast, the cacophony, the heart-pounding moment of impact.

The moment is. Then Neil is not.

Suddenly the truck’s in a ditch and Neil is undeniably dead, slumped forward in the seat. The horn blares continuously, uninterrupted and earsplitting under the slack weight of his forehead. Billy reaches over and clumsily pulls him off of it just to make it stop. The way Neil’s head lolls creeps him out and makes him want to puke at the same time.

“Yeah, you’re dead alright, you bastard,” he mumbles.

He closes the lids of his father’s blank eyes with a sweep of the hand and swallows against the sight of his own blood smearing across his face. He’s still bleeding. He’s probably dying too. What a fucking crapshoot.

Billy feels cheated. Action heroes on the big screen never die when they get shot in the shoulder. It’s always a flesh wound. But Billy supposes he’s never been the heroic type anyway.

His heart hammers, chest tightening as he realizes he’s graduated from frightened to flat-out fucking terrified. He’s bleeding all over and his injury throbs with a diabolical vengeance. He could be dying. For a moment he thinks maybe he’ll hold his dad’s hand because he’s dead now, and he can’t swat him off, and then Billy realizes how goddamn stupid that is.

“You’re an asshole and I’m not gonna die with you,” he mutters, shifting in his seat, getting his good hand on the door. He gets it open and half-hops-half-falls out of the truck.

Hitting the ground sends a torrent of torment ripping through his shoulder and Billy lets himself scream. Pulls himself up anyway, stumbles to the side of the road with his hand clamped over the bloody egg hole in his flesh, painful sensation of peppercorns grinding together beneath the meat. He wonders if he should just keep walking…if he can keep walking.

Billy’s definitely dizzy now and he feels like he might fall over again because he’s pretty unsteady, uncoordinated. It’s a little harder to breathe than it was a few minutes ago, he thinks. It’s like he can’t catch his breath and maybe that means he’s panicking even though he’s trying not to panic, panicking won’t help and Neil is dead. Neil is dead?

Yeah, Neil’s dead. Billy won’t die with him. He refuses. He at least needs to get away from the truck. If he’s gong to die, it’s going to be at least twenty feet away from his good for nothing, piece of shit father who just got exactly what he deserved. Fuck you, Dad, fuck you and your pretend patriotic freedom fighter bullshit.

Billy prides himself on knowing he hurt him. That their last conversation was one where he was the one to render Neil speechless. The lingering satisfaction gives Billy a boost he uses to push on a bit further. He’s swaying like a porch swing before he sinks to his knees in the grass.

Maybe he just needs a break. He’ll take a break. Catch his breath and then he’ll get up again and…

And walk to town?

Check himself into the ER?

Shit, he’s fucked. Billy is so, so fucked, and the pendulum swings and he’s freaking out again and trying to get up and he never ever should’ve let himself sink, he should’ve known better than to let himself go down because it’s so much harder to get up this time.

Billy wonders about Max. He wonders if she still has Neil’s gun, if she’s still running around with her finger on the trigger. He wonders if she knows she killed Neil. Wonders if she knows she killed Billy because she did, didn’t she?

He can’t get up.

He blames Neil more. Yeah, he blames Neil more. One of them was always going to do something, right?

Billy understands, of course he does, how many times had he thought about doing that himself? How many times had he brought the muzzle to his own mouth and jammed it against his teeth not to die, he didn’t (doesn’t!) want to die, just to get away from Neil.

He’s still thinking about Max when there are headlights and people here, people he knows, Nancy Wheeler and her smoking hot mom. Billy blinks at them blearily, wondering if they’re real. When they begin to pull him up, his ruined shoulder screams and the musky scent of Karen’s perfume wafts over his nose, and it’s all too vivid to be a dream.

“What happened?” Nancy asks, Karen asks. Alarmed. More than once.

“My dad’s dead but it’s not her fault,” Billy explains.

They must know this, if anything, they must know this. If he’s going to die in the backseat, Nancy pressing Karen’s hastily stripped leg warmers to his entrance and exit wounds, then it must be known that he doesn’t blame Max. Because if Billy doesn’t blame Max, then maybe the law won’t blame her either. Maybe somebody already called the cops because sure, some of their neighbors are geriatric and deaf as all hell, but there were two gunshots and a redheaded girl taking off like a bat outta hell with a gun in her hand, and none of it was inconspicuous.

“He made her do it,” Billy emphasizes.

Karen’s pushing the pedal to the metal and burning rubber like a NASCAR champion and god, if Billy didn’t want to roll around with her before— if he survives this, he’s definitely taking her to a motel —but that’s not the point. It’s Neil’s fault. He practically did make her do it. Force her hand because he was just like that and the pressure of living under him just did things to you, Billy knew better than anyone.

“He made her do it, it’s not her fault.”

“We got it,” Nancy promises, voice weirdly jittery considering she doesn’t particularly care for him at school. “We got it, okay? Maybe stop talking and just breathe?”

“Bossy,” Billy mutters.

It is getting harder to breathe. It’s like he can’t hold onto the oxygen long enough before it’s whooshing right out again. Billy doesn’t understand why. He isn’t shot in the chest, it’s his shoulder, just his stupid shoulder, it shouldn’t be screwing up his ability to breathe.

Only maybe being shot isn’t why he can’t breathe, maybe being scared is why he can’t breathe. Because he’s panicking, right? He’s panicking, remember?

Maybe he’s outright having a panic attack. He’s had them before. He tries to drown the memory of them down with whatever he can get his hands on, really. But now he is undeniably scared. Neil is dead and Billy is still fucking scared of what’s going to happen to Max. She has blood on her hands now and they’re not going to let her off the hook for something like that just because she’s a kid, are they?

It’s mostly Neil’s fault but it’s kind of Billy’s fault too.

Max picked up the gun because Neil was going at him. And Neil was going at him because Billy skipped school. But it’s not like following Neil’s rules was ever a guarantee anyway. Fuck it. Sometimes it helped, sure, but sometimes it didn’t do a damn thing, how the hell was Billy ever supposed to know the difference?

Nancy’s speaking to her mother with something urgent in her voice. Billy looks at her hands. Stares at the glaze of red staining her skin up to the wrists as she presses down desperately hard on the sodden leg warmer bundled over his shoulder.  He wishes someone would turn the heat on. It’s starting to get cold, which is weird, because the weather is warm and balmy today.

He feels himself drifting by the time they’re at the ER. He’s only rudimentarily aware of the transfer from the Wheelers’ car to the stretcher. His own legs quaking under his weight and other hands on him. He makes it onto the thing with help and then there’s a shit ton of people in his face. They’re mostly yakking at each other and not him, but there are a few questions fired in his direction.

Billy manages his name and phone number and repeats as much of the story he’s sticking to as he can. It wasn’t Max’s fault. Neil made her do it.

More or less, that’s the truth.

* * * 

Billy feels weird. Surreal and vaguely nauseous. The lady in scrubs is so short, she’s perhaps not even five feet. Stocky and rounded with pudge next to Susan who stands nearly six and lithe— not in the least because Neil always rode her ass about staying a trim, presentable trophy wife —it’s sort of like staring at a shetland pony beside a hanoverian horse. Billy doesn’t mean to say this out loud, but he thinks he does because after the thought concludes, Scrubs scowls and Susan pinches the bridge of her nose.

“I know equines,” he mumbles. “My mom took me to the fair…”

He remembers it. That big barn with metal box fans and a rainbow of ribbons next to the horse’s names on the stalls. Mom holding his hand steady and making sure he kept his fingers flat so they wouldn’t get chomped by the velvety lips seeking treats in his palm. He remembers the warm scents of hey and alfalfa swirling together, wafting up his nose, the horses’ tails like paintbrushes swatting at insects fluttering by.

“Billy, I know you’re groggy, but can you focus for me?” Susan asks, lowering her hand. “Please?”

Billy blinks at her, shrugs his shoulders— tries to, anyway. It prompts a spike of pain through the left and well, of course it does. He got shot. That’s right, Max shot him. Wow. He wets his lips with his tongue and glances down, tracing languid fingertips over the thick bandaging.

“Feels kinda heavy…” Billy wonders how many layers there are for it to feel this heavy, just how much gauze and batting separate his fingertips from his wounds.

“You had surgery, hon,” Scrubs explains gently. “We had to repair an arterial bleed and the bullet broke your scapula.”

“My spatula,” Billy agrees hazily, attempting to blow a low whistle that comes out as more of a rasp. “Whoa…shit, surgery? S’it serious?”

In theory, being shot sounds kind of badass. Neil always talked like a badass when he showed his scars off. But Billy’s stomach is sinking, worry already resurfacing from the murky lake of his mind.

“It could’ve been much worse.” Scrubs gives him a pat on his good shoulder Billy thinks is supposed to be reassuring. Her hands are unpleasantly clammy and he blinks dazed eyes against the touch.

“Billy, where is Maxine?” Susan prompts, worriedly nibbling her lip.

“It wasn’t her fault,” Billy defends, vehement. “She didn’t mean to. Neil…”

Neil’s dead.

That’s right, Neil is dead. Billy snapped at him. And then he died. And a few things happened in between that. He shouldn’t have been driving. Why didn’t he just call an ambulance instead?

“…it’s his fault.”

“But where did she go?” Susan asks, each word spoken slow, voice a mix of fear and frustration. “It’s been hours and she still hasn’t come home.”

“Hours?” Billy echoes, blinking rapidly. “What?”

Doesn’t feel like hours. Maybe like, one hour tops since he’s been here. They asked him questions. They gave him an oxygen mask he tried to fight off until he realized how much better it made breathing. He was cold. It wasn’t Max’s fault.

“Ma’am,” Scrubs interrupts. “Your son isn’t—“

“She’s not my mother,” Billy declares at the same time Susan corrects, “S-Stepson.”

They stare at each other for a moment and Susan anxiously rubs her hands together.

“Do you have any idea where Max went, Billy?” she pleads. “This is very important.”

“No…but it’s not her fault. She owes me a new shirt…but she didn’t mean it. Neil was scaring her, Max just…” Billy trails off, worried about saying too much. Who knows who’s listening.

Susan sighs softly and glances away, visibly uncomfortable.

“I’ll help you look for her,” he decides.  

It’ll be much better if he and Susan find Max before she gets picked up by a cop.

“Oh, um…don’t worry about it.” Susan shakes her head. “The Wheelers brought you in, I know she goes to school with their boy, um…I suppose I’ll start there.”

“I’ll help you,” Billy insists because he was there, so his input is going to be key in keeping Max out of trouble.

“That’s not necessary.” She gives him a dubious look.

“You don’t think I can?” Billy challenges. “Psh. M’not a wimp, Susan, s’just my…my spatula? Gimme five minutes and I’ll be good to go.”

He just needs to find his shoes, or something. New shirt. Shirt and shoes. No shirt, no shoes, no service.

“Alright then, Billy,” Susan concedes to him, never was much for arguing. Shares a look with Scrubs and runs a hand through her hair. “You take your five minutes. I’ll pull the car around.”

Billy bobs his head, glad for her cooperation. He’s out and around more than Susan is, he has a better mental map of the town and where Max hangs out. Not only is it better for Billy to find Max because he was there, but Susan is bound to find her faster with his geographical guidance. Billy might be a little banged up but he’s not some useless coma patient. Max needs him to help find her and say whatever he can to keep her free. Max freed them from Neil and Billy is going to make sure free is how she stays, that one snap decision she made scared won’t end in their household prison exchanged for a brick-and-mortar one.

Billy waits until Susan leaves the room to close his eyes. He isn’t going to sleep. He definitely isn’t. He swears to himself he won’t. He just needs a moment to collect himself. Only a minute or two, just to get his bearings…

[rhinoswriting]

A Life On The Road - Part 3 (A Luke Hemmings FanFic)

A/N: Hi, sorry it’s been a while since I posted. I’ve been busy moving home and doing all the admin shit that comes along with it. But anyway, Part 3 is here! It ends a little abruptly because I’ve got writer’s block, but I didn’t want to hold off posting for even longer. Part 4 will be here soon, I promise.

Part 2 Ending Recap: After a great gig you and the boys celebrate on the bus. It’s now the early hours of the morning and it’s just you and Luke left in the tour bus lounge chatting and getting to know each other better.

Part 1, Part 2

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My drunk get-to-know-you-better chat with Luke was really fun, sweet and eye-opening. We asked about each other’s families, dreams, fears, regrets and fondest memories. And we answered with the truth; bearing our souls drunkenly to one another to build a closer friendship.

It was nearly 5 am and we were still sat asking each other questions.

"What’s your favourite breakfast?” Luke asked.

“If we’re talking sweet, it’s banana pancakes. If we’re talking savoury, it’s anything with a poached egg on top.” I answered before firing my next question at him, “Would you rather visit the moon or Atlantis?”

“Easy! Atlantis; there’d be way more to do there. What’s your biggest fear?”

“Developing some form of memory loss. What do you miss most from your pre-fame life?”

“Not being able to form genuine connections with people.”

Luke’s answer caught me a little off guard and tugged at my heart strings. Before I could respond he spoke again,

“Right now being a much welcomed exception.” He smiled at me with eyelids heavy from a lack of sleep and his head tilted to rest on the sofa.

“Right now being a much welcome exception.” I repeated and mirrored his closed lip smile, “We should probably go get some sleep though y’know. You look shattered and it’s a press day tomorrow. And I mean that in a caring friend way, not a Lou way.”

I forced my tired, stiff body up from the sofa and put my hand out to him. He gratefully took it and used me as a counterbalance as he pulled himself up from the sofa. We kept our hands loosely held together on the short walk to the bunks.

“Goodnight, Luke. And thank you for tonight. It was really nice getting to know you a little better.” I told him as I pulled the curtain of my bunk open.

“Honestly, thank you. I look forward to more late night tour talks.” Luke admitted before pulling me into a lazy, sleepy hug, “Goodnight, Elizabeth.”

And with that we both clambered into our respective bunks for what little remained of the night. Just as I was beginning to drift off to sleep, I heard my phone double vibrate to let me know I had just received a text. I opened one eye and saw my bunk had been slightly illuminated by my phone screen. Too tired to muster enough energy to see who was messaging me gone 5 in the morning I simply flipped my phone over and allowed the mattress to absorb the annoying rectangle of light.

What felt like an hour later I woke up and instinctively reached for my phone to check the time, only to find it had actually been 10 hours since my head hit the pillow. I also saw now that the message I received just before I fell asleep was from Luke. I held my thumb on the fingerprint sensor and opened his message.

Luke Hemmy: Lets grab a coffee tomorrow after we finish up at Oui FM x

Seeing as I’d already left him hanging for 10 hours I immediately typed out my response:

Shit! Sorry! I’ve only just seen this. I’m awake and definitely down for coffee. Meet you where? X

Then I grabbed my toiletry bag from the foot of my bunk, hopped out my bunk and freshened up in the tiny tour bus bathroom. When I got back to the row of bunks I pulled on fresh underwear, my jeans, a t-shirt I’d grabbed from the batch of merch being sold on this tour and then went in search of my docs and jacket. 

The tiny coat cupboard was an overflowing mess. Instead of digging around I grabbed one of the many leather jackets stuffed in there. The jacket smelt like Cal, so I knew I’d definitely be fine to borrow it. I quickly glanced in the cupboard door’s mirror. Satisfied with my outfit choice and how well Cal’s jacket added to the look, I grabbed my purse and phone off the counter before exiting the bus and locking up.

Not knowing what direction to head in I checked my phone to see if I had had a response from Luke. I had a few.

Luke Hemmy: Meet you here x Luke Hemmy has shared his location with you. Tracks done about to go in for the interview dk how long Given your name to the station so you can get in the building to wait x

Now having a destination, I made my way to the little red pin on the map.

When I arrived at the tall, plain building I saw a large group of fans patiently waiting outside the entrance on one side of some metal railing the radio station had put up. I did a lap of the block hoping for another entrance to the building. I didn’t want to have to walk right through and in front of all those fans patiently waiting. I knew I’d look like an ass and they wouldn’t like that I could just turn up, in a 5SOS t-shirt of all things, and saunter into the building. But of course there was no alternate entrance; so I made my way over to the crowd again and zipped up Cal’s leather jacket.

“Excusez moi. Excusez moi. Désolée. Excusez moi. Merci.” I said as I made my way to the slight gap between one of the rails and the building and then approached the large, silent man stood in front of the glass doors, “Excusez moi, je m’appelle Elizabeth Phillips. Je suis attendue.”

Fuck I hope I said that right. And if it is right I hope I don’t sound like a dick saying ‘I’m expected’.

I stood awkwardly and blushing before the tall man and surrounded by 5SOS fans as he checked with someone inside over his radio that I was indeed expected and not a fan trying my luck at getting in. Eventually my name was confirmed as valid and the man stepped aside and opened one of the glass doors for me.

“Merci.” I thanked him with a smile then hurried in and over to the reception desk. I’d used up about as much French as I could remember from school so tried my luck in English with the receptionist, “Hiya, is it okay for me to wait on the sofa here or is there somewhere I should go?”

“The sofas here is fine. They should be done soon, but can I get you a drink?” The man behind the desk responded, who was so surprisingly young I assumed he must be an intern.

“Oh no, I’m fine thank you. Thank you for the offer.” I told him with a smile as I sat on one of the two leather sofas and fought the urge to take my jacket off.

To distract myself and appear occupied I pulled out my phone, popped in one earphone and started scrolling through my Instagram feed. Once I was caught up with the feed I went through a couple of stories. When it got to Ash’s story I was greeted by the video he uploaded last night of me, him and Luke dancing and singing to KISS. He hadn’t put my handle on it so I couldn’t re-share it onto my story. I made a mental note to get him to send me the clip later.

I was about to go into my emails when I heard the elevator ding. I looked up from my phone and saw the guys and Lou spill out into the lobby. The portion of fans with a good view through the glass doors also noticed this by the sounds of the sudden fanatic screaming outside.

I made my way over to the guys, 

“Hey, hey!” I smiled at them all.

“Nice jacket,” Cal said as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me into a side hug, “I better be getting that back.”

“Oh you will.” I said before adding playfully, “Although it does look damn good, so maybe not.”

“Honestly I wouldn’t keep it. You don’t know where that’s been or what liquids have been spilt on it.” Michael grimaced which cracked everyone up.

We quickly wrapped up the pleasantries so the guys could go outside and meet their fans. It turns out there was an underground car park with two cars waiting, so I stayed in the lobby with Lou and we chatted about the tour, business and my KPIs. Around 40 minutes later the guys came back in and we were led to the underground car park and the two waiting cars.

“Coffee?” Luke asked as he turned to me while simultaneously putting his hand out behind him to reach for the handle of one of the car doors.

“Coffee.” I confirmed with a nod, then turned to the others to be polite and extend the invitation, “Coffee?”

“Yeah I’d be down for coffee.” Cal said with a casual shrug and began walking towards the car we were stood in front of.

“I’m still feeling a bit rough from last night. I’m gonna head back to the bus and nap, so I’ll see you guys at the restaurant for dinner.” Ashton answered.

“I’ll be honest with you, I just want to go back to the bus and play some games.” Michael said.

So with our next activities decided, Cal, Luke and I jumped in one car and Ashton, Michael and Lou got in the other. Luke asked our driver to drop us off at a coffee shop he’d recommend and with that we were on our way to a mystery coffee shop.

Much to our delight, our driver had an exceptional taste in coffee shops. He dropped us off near a narrow road, that wasn’t quite an alley, and instructed us to go down it until we came to a coffee shop on the right. He also recommended their lattes. We dutifully followed his directions and were rewarded with a small and comfortably busy coffee shop that made an excellent latte.

Lattes in hand, we made our way over to the small circular table right by window. I was sat between Cal and Luke, looking directly out onto the street with the fourth chair opposite me left empty. We chatted a lot about their afternoon at the radio station as well as the press so far on this tour in general. Then, as we were finishing up our lattes, we moved onto trying to plan something to spend the night doing after our big meal out.

“More importantly, should we not actually be on our way to the restaurant now?” I asked after glancing at my watch.

We quickly donned our jackets and headed out of the coffee shops. When we were out on the street Cal looked up directions to the restaurant on his phone and began leading the way. 

I pulled out my phone to check my emails as the three of us mindlessly followed Maps. I saw a response had come in from one of the editors at ELLE. After reading the first two lines I stopped dead in my tracks and just stared at the screen I was cradling in both hands.

Luke was the first to notice I’d stopped walking alongside them both, 

“You alright back there?” He asked.

I looked up to see him and Cal taking a few steps towards me to close the little distance they had gained. I beamed at them giddily, 

“ELLE are interested in running two of my pieces in upcoming months!” I squealed, “They said they like the exert from the Glasgow piece I wrote. They want to publish the completed thing and they’re interested in the idea I outlined for Munich!” 

“That’s amazing!” They congratulated me as I was engulfed into a group hug.

“I’m so proud of you, EP!” Cal added as the three of us pulled apart.

“It’s such a relief that this gamble might actually pay off!” I said still smiling from ear to ear, “I need to tell Drew!”

I turned my attention back to my phone and excitedly told Drew the news in all caps.

YOU’RE NOT GOING TO BELIEVE THIS ELLE WANT TO RUN WITH TWO OF MY ARTICLES THIS MIGHT ACTUALLY GO WELL FOR ME ALSO HI FROM PARIS, I MISS YOU WE SHOULD FACETIME SOON XX

After hitting send I put my phone away and continued walking with the boys. After a left and two rights we found ourselves at the restaurant, and being the last to arrive, sat at the table’s remaining spaces.

[starwarsgirl10884]

A Suprise, to be Sure, But A Welcome One!

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Fem!Reader x Obi Wan Kenobi

Warnings: Slight sexism, Make-up sex, Dom!Anakin, Sub!Obi Wan, Switch!Reader, Mommy kink

Word count: 2,251

You were chilling in Tatooine and your boyfriend of five months, Obi Wan, had brought you here. He told you this is where he picked up his padawan Anakin, but you don't really care about you and anakin don't get along that well. (You think Anakin has a thing for Obi Wan). But while you're chilling in Tatooine you see your future husband Obi Wan(Authors note, isn't Obi Wan so handsome *drool*). Anyways Obi Wan enters the room and you greet him with a kiss, but then Anakin walks in and also gives Obi Wan a peck on the Cheek.

“Anakin stop it! My girlfriend is here!” Obi Wan giggled

“Well I have to express my brotherly love Obi Wan!” Anakin replied pouting. I rolled my eyes.

“ANYWAYS, I made dinner Obi, your favorite stewed cuisine. (What do people in star wars eat :d). As I said that I started walking towards the kitchen to get him a bowl. He works so hard its the least I could do.

As the two men began to sit down Anakin yelled, “That's where you belong y/n in the KITCHEN HAHA”. I was shocked at how he could have said that.

"H.. how dare you say that Anakin!? You know how sexist that remark was?" I looked over to Obi and he was too enveloped in TV to have paid attention to what Anakin said(are there TV's in Star Wars? O.o). I wanted to see how Obi would react to his padawan's sexism.

"Obi did you hear what Anakin said, it was really rude and uncalled for" I said in a sad tone.

"Ah he's just joking y/n, don't take it to heart. It was just a little jab." And with that I left with a huff. How could Obi side with Anakin and not me. I think there is something more between those two, I'm going to spy on them to see if they're doing something fishy. And see if my sweet Obi is really cheating on me.

Later that night I followed Obi and Anakin to some weird hotel. Anakin and Obi ordered a room and went to it. I had to figure out a plan to get in, and in being so smart I did. I walked into the hotel and told the man at the desk to give me a key to the room. He asked if I knew who was up there and I said my boyfriend Anakin. He asked for some identification of that being the case, and I showed him photos of me and Obi on Instagram.(Oh btw you should follow me on Instagram @starwarsgirl0884 :3). The man at the table said we looked cute together, which made me blush, and gave me a key.

Before I opened the door to their hotel room I listened to see if I could hear anything. And I did(😳😳😳).

I heard a lot of heavy breathing and semi loud moans, it made me kind of wet. But then I realized that it did confirm my fears, Obi Wan was cheating on me with Anakin!

Then there was another noise. Between the moaning. And what was uttered made my stomach plummet, "I hate y/n so much Anakin, I'm so glad I can be with you instead."

My head started to spin and my stomach hurt. I was so embarrassed I had to leave.

As I ran for the stairs I heard the room door open behind me. I was hopeful. I thought my lovely Obi Wan would run up and embrace me in his arms, telling me it was all a big joke. But as I turned around I saw Anakin. I was so mad with tears streaming down my face yelling at him, asking how he could take me Obi from me. I called him other abusive names like homewrecker, whore, slut, I had no filter.

I was about to hit him, but he grabbed my arm before he could. He then spun me around and held me tight to his body. I was oddly aroused. As he held me to his chest he said, "Hey y/n I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have fucked Obi Wan, I did it to spite you and frankly I'm really sorry." I was shocked at this answer, I didn't know how to reply, but he continued. "I knew you loved Obi Wan and I knew how much that would upset you, but now that I've seen you cry it really hurts me and really made me start to acknowledge your beauty…" I didn't know how to react, was Anakin flirting with me, was he actually apologizing, I didn't know what to think or how to feel. He then interjected, "also, those were some very hurtful names you called me, could you apologise for that and maybe suck my cock?” I was shocked by how abrasive the question was. Where the hell did that come from. I thought he hated me?

"S… suck your… cock??" I stuttered. Anakin started to grin and put his hand on my ass; it made me wet. Before I could say anything else Obi Wan came out of the room and asked Anakin what happened.

"What's all this then?" Inquired Obi Wan. "Why is your hand on my girlfriend's ass?" Anakin looked between me and Obi Wan, neither of us knew how to reply.

"Uhm, I was just catching y/n she tripped and almost fell haha." Anakin continued, "We don't like eachother but I couldn't just sit here and watch her embarrass herself!" He started laughing awkwardly.

"Well y/n what are you even doing here in the first place?" He said even more inquisitively, "Didn't you say you were gonna stay home?" I could feel Obi's eyes burn a hole through mine, I know he knows that this was no accident. As I went to come up with a false story Anakin jumped in.

"I invited y/n over, I didn't like the thought of her being lonely in Tatooine, I spent too many nights the same way, and I wouldn't wish that on anyone!" Quite frankly I was shocked at Anakin's thoughtfulness and generosity towards my situation seeing as how we had been at odds with each other ever since we first met.

"Well why didn't you tell me you invited her Anakin?"

"I wanted to surprise you, y/n is your girlfriend after all I'd assume you'd be excited if I secretly invited her!" With that Obi Wan had nothing more to say and told both me and Anakin to join him in his room.

Not gonna lie, having heard both Anakin and Obi Wan moan loudly and having Anakin grab my ass, I was very horny. Not to mention when we entered the room the men made me sit sandwiched between them. Not that I'm complaining but let's just say, you could waterboard someone with my underwear.

As I sit in-between the two men I felt a hand rub against my thigh, I was quite delirious still after hearing what Obi Wan said about me, but I think he said that in passion but his post but clarity made him realize he still likes me. So I wasn't sure about whose hand it was caressing my thigh. I looked at both of their faces to see if I could tell who it was by their reaction, but it was to no avail.

While I was lost in thought, I failed to realize that the hand was now further up my leg and right below my crotch. Before I could inquire the two men about whose hand it was, the aforementioned hand began to rub my crotch! I didn't know what to say or ask, but I knew it would feel good so I let the hand do its thing.

I felt the hand slide up my thigh, closer to my dripping core. I won’t lie, I wanted them to both fuck me sensless against the bed frame, using their jedi powers to hold me down.

“Mnnn” I moaned, a blush dusting my cheeks. Obi looked at me quizzically, then inquires, “Anakin, are you doing the egg drop thing?”I glance at Anakin and see his chest heave, he was definitely enjoying the thrill of this situation.

“Yes haha” he replied, his voice hoarse.

“Oh okay, hehe. It’s so funny when you do that! It tickles!” He said while giggling like a schoolgirl.

I look at Anakin out of the corner of my eye, grinning. “We can continue now.” I whispered, throwing him a cheeky wink.

He then proceeded, moving his hand further up my thigh, grazing a digit on my aching bundle of nerves. I try my best not to moan as Obi was watching Friends, however his laughing was distracting me from the real task at hand. It was the Episode in which Ross says Rachel’s name instead of Emily’s. Ironic. It seems that Ani and I are the Ross and Rachel of this sitcom (Wonk Owo).

Anyway, I could feel an unknown force push against my clit. It didn’t surprise me that Ani would use dirty{;)} tricks while touching me. I stifled another moan, this was so wrong, but so right!

Suddenly, I felt empty. Anakin had retracted himself from my dripping core, grinning like a maniac. I glared at him angrily. Cheeky Bastard I thought.

It was silent as the Friends episode had stopped and Obi Wan wasn’t laughing anymore, he sat staring at us. Anakin chuckled darkly and glared back.

“Dutch Oven” He cooed as he pulled the blankets over our heads. Obi Wan giggled playfully as the scent overwhelmed us.

“You cheeky bastard” He cried, tears of laughter clouding his vision.

I was still wet under the covers, praying he wouldn't notice the smell. I don't know what Anakin thought this would achieve. As I went to look at Anakin I heard Obi Wan pipe up.

"This was quite funny Anakin, but I don't smell a fart? It smells more fishy and I know you don't eat fish?"

I glared at Anakin, now Obi Wan knows how fishy I smell and I didn't want him to find that out.

Before I could explain away the smell Obi connected the dots, the moans he heard, the shuffling under the sheets, and the smell. He stared at both me and Anakin a small glint in his eyes.

"Would I be able to join you two?" He said coily as he ran his hand up and down my leg.

"I'm fine with it!" Anakin beamed, he then looked at me with hope in his eyes.

I nodded “I always wondered what it would feel like to be double penetrated.”

They both grinned and pounced. Both men started to kiss my neck sloppily, their eyes filled with hunger. I moaned freely, relishing in the fact that I had two men at my will. Anakin was slightly more dominant than Obi as he sucked on the nape of my neck and pulled my hair. The latter was currently kissing the crest of my ear and whispering about how long he has wanted this.

Anakin looked at me darkly

“You wanna suck my cock now?” He questioned, out of breath.

“Actually, I had something else in mind.” I cooed into his ear. I stood up and made my way to the bed, splaying myself across its cumstained sheets.

Both men sauntered toward me, it was so hot(😩😩😩). We all undressed, exposing ourselves to one another. Oh my force, Anakin is so big! I could see the precum slick on his throbbing cock, it made me hungy.

Shortly after, Obi Wan's erection sprang out of his undergarments, it was surprisingly small. (omg obi is such a bottom bitch O///O) Nonetheless I wanted both of them inside of my sopping core. They both stood in front of me, their hands on their hips as if they were inviting me toward their meat.

“Well then” Anakin teased, “get on with it.”

I kneeled in front of the men and grasped their veiny hardons. Obi let out a small whimper, I could tell he wasn’t going to last long. I started to stroke both of them at the same pace, but only maintained eye contact with Anakin, for he was clearly the most dominant of us. His hips rocked with the rhythm of my strokes, a smirk on his face.

“Hey stop that, naughty boy.” I chided with a wink.

Anakin begrudgingly complied, “Yes mommy.”

I grinned and went back to work.

As this conversation went on, Obi looked between us and my hand that was wrapped around his leaking member.

“Keep going, then.” He urged, trying not to sound impatient. I glared at him playfully and squeezed his cock. Obi yelped and nodded his head.

“I want you both to fuck me.” I said “At the same time.”

They both nodded obediently, though Obi Wan was slightly more eager to please, which made me laugh.

Obi Wan positioned himself in front on me, his erect cock glistening with precum. I felt Anakin’s hands on my hips, positioning long ani with my tight ass.

I continued to stroke their cocks for a few minutes, not letting them cum and completely overstimulating them both.

It made me wet thinking about the power that I held over them in these erotic moments.

TOO BE CONTINUED...

[avengerscompound]

Your Best Friend

Your Best Friend:  A Scarlet Witch Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Wanda Maximoff x F!Reader

Word Count:  1534

Warnings:  Smut (oral sex, Wanda using her powers)

Synopsis:  You have fallen head over heels for your best friend. She has been with you to help pick up the pieces after the death of your husband. How do you tell someone like that how you feel?

A/N:  Written for one of @until-theend-oftheline‘s quicky challenge with the aesthetic above as the prompt.

Your Best Friend

You had met Wanda Maximoff at a Target of all places.  You had been trying to buy clothes for your children.  You had two.  Twins.  A boy named Oscar and a girl named Bella.  You were just holding up a dress to Bella and when you turned around Oscar had disappeared.  Wanda had found him and brought him straight to you asking if you had lost something.  She saved you again when you were at the checkouts and your card had declined.  You’d burst into tears and she’d stepped out from the line behind you, added her purchases to the pile and paid for everything.

You hadn’t been able to stop crying and she’d taken you out to lunch.  You had told her all about how you had lost your husband the year before and while you had been holding it together as best you could it was hard because you barely had anyone.  She had told you about how she had lost her brother and she had known what it was like to struggle.

The two of you had been all but inseparable ever since.  At least as much as allowed with you working and her Avenging.  When she was in town she was with you.  You went to the movies together.  You cooked dinners at your place.   You spent the weekends gardening or going to markets or taking the kids to the playground.  You had connected on this mutual understanding of loss and struggle and had built one of the strongest friendships you had ever had in your life.  Your kids loved her.  The truth was you loved her too.

Not just in a friend way either.  Although there was definitely that.  You hadn’t really considered that you had a best friend since you got out of high school.  There were people you were close with and were definitely in that category but after you moved away they spoke to you less.  When you had all started getting married it was more so.  You had assumed they’d always have your back and vice versa and then when your husband had died they all came in droves to send their sympathies and then drifted off one by one as soon as the funeral was over.

People don’t really know how to treat you when your partner dies.  It makes them uncomfortable, so they stop trying.

Wanda was your best friend and you loved her.  You were also a little bit in love with her.  She was beautiful and nurturing and caring.  She did things for you that helped in a way that never made you feel guilty or obligated to pay her back for something.  You would ask her around for dinner and she would suggest you cook together and would show up with fresh produce so that your weekly budget stretched that little bit further.  There were days when the kids were sick and rather than you call in sick she would step in and watch them so you didn’t have to miss a day at work.

Wanda was your guardian angel in many ways and you hoped that you were giving back to her at least half as much as she provided for you.  If she felt even a small portion of the love for you that you felt for her it would be immense.

“Pass me the flour.”  She said as she whisked eggs in a bowl.  Your kids were out of town visiting their grandparents on their father’s side and for the first weekend in months you had been able to do actual adult things.  Last night you and Wanda had gone out to a bar together and danced.  The night before that you went on a haunted hayride.  They were due back in a few hours.  Your in-laws were staying with you for a week so they could go trick-or-treating with them before heading back to their home state.  You and Wanda had decided to bake pumpkin spiced cookies and cupcakes with a salted caramel frosting.

You looked over at her and held up your hands that were sticky with cookie dough while you scrunched up your face.

She laughed and waved her hand, the red glow of her telekinesis wrapping around the bag of flour and floating it over to her.  “You’re hopeless you know that?  How do you even get yourself in that kind of mess?”

You stalked over to her with your hands out.  “I don’t know, Wanda.  How did you get yourself in this kind of mess?”

She put her bowl down and backed away from you giggling.  “Don’t you dare!”

“Oh, I dare!”  You said lunging at her with your sticky hands.

She squealed and grabbed your wrists, pushing at you as you both laughed.  You both wrestled for a moment.  You trying to touch her face as she held you back.  The joy in the sound of her laughter and the way it showed in her smile and the glint in the green of her eyes made you melt.

The love you felt for her in that moment burned so strongly that it felt like your heart was about to burst into flame.  Whether she read your mind or felt it herself or some combination of the two you weren’t sure, because the next thing you knew her lips were on yours.  The fierceness and intensity of her kiss startled you yet you matched it feeling every bit as passionate about her.

You wrapped your arms around her waist, the cookie dough on your hands complete forgotten.  All you could think about was how much you loved her and how badly you wanted this and how you couldn’t believe it was happening.

She broke the kiss her lips moving to your neck as her hands moved to your sweater.

“I love you, Wanda.  I’m in love with you.”  You whispered urgently.  You needed her to know exactly how you felt.  How important this was to you.

“I know,”  She said softly.  “I love you too.”

She pulled your sweater up over your head and your t-shirt came with it.  Your head got stuck in the head hole and you both started laughing again as you awkwardly wriggled free.  When it was finally off you tossed it aside as Wanda tore hers off too and you began kissing again.  Her hands roamed, massaging and squeezing your breasts.  She ghosted her fingertips down your back and bunched her hands in your hair.  It was like she was keyed into every single thing that would send a shiver running through you and cause you to moan into her lips.

You pushed her pants down and she awkwardly stepped out of them and jumped up on the counter.  You kissed along her collarbone and down to her breasts, sucking on one nipple.  Your teeth pressing down and tugging on it.  Wanda moaned and gripped your hair in one hand and the other she twisted a ball of pink energy forming at her fingertips and rolling over her knuckles.

She placed it on your skin and where it touched a deep heat formed and your skin prickled.  The energy spread out over your skin in a layer and spread to her too.  So not only did your whole body buzz, but your lips tingled as you kissed your way down her body.

When you reached her cunt, the buzz increased on yours.  You moaned as you flicked your tongue over her clit and she echoed you.  Her juices filled your taste buds and the scent of her arousal filled your senses as you lapped at her pussy.  You could feel the buzz she was creating on your tongue and you dug your fingers into her thighs leaving cookie dough on her skin.

As you brought Wanda closer and closer to orgasm she did the same to you, the buzz working over your clit pinching your nipples moving inside you.  You each moaned and rolled your hips, the buzz became more and more intense.  It was like Wanda was choreographing everything so that as she got nearer so did you and with a cry that filled the room, you came together.  You lapped her through it, drinking her up.  Finally, you stood and fell into her arms.

“I’m sorry I took so long to tell you I felt the same way.  You seemed so conflicted.  I wanted you to tell me how you felt in your own terms.”  She whispered nuzzling against your neck.

“You knew?”  You asked.

“Yes.  I could feel it.”  She whispered.  “We’re there now.  I’m not going anywhere.”

You kissed her again, and as you lips slowly caressed each other’s you heard the front door open and the sounds of people loudly coming in.  “Mommy!”  Bella yelled.

“Oh shit!”  You said and you both scrambled to get dressed as quickly as possible.  “I forgot I was a single parent.”

Wanda held the door closed with her powers while you both dressed as you tried to suppress your giggles.  Your kids were banging on the door like they couldn’t work out why it wouldn’t open.  “Oh no.  You aren’t the single bit anymore.”  She said.

[artificialqueens]

For Your Safety, Chapter Two (Branjie) - Kite

A/N: Thank you so much for the positive comments/ feedback on chapter one! I know the AU is a little unusual so I was really worried about how it would be received. I got a little in my head about this update because of the positive feedback on the characterisation, which is something I put a TON of thought into. I was just so worried about keeping up the standard that it took a little longer to nail the dialogue.

Going forwards, I think my updates will be every 3-4 days since I also write for the GoT fandom and am a full time law student so there’s a lot to balance!

Anyways… Welcome to the ‘my cats hate people but for some reason they love you’ trope disguised as a chapter.

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By the time Brooke pulls up at her apartment, the snow is falling heavily, covering the road in a thick, white blanket. Before she switches off the engine, she sighs softly and unclips her radio from the dashboard. “Dispatch, this is Officer Hytes. The snow is getting pretty bad out here, so I’m going to have to call it a night and head home.”

“Understood, Officer. Stay safe on the roads.” The reply comes back shortly afterwards. Brooke feels a pang of guilt for lying. In her mind, she rationalises it. If she leaves Vanessa at her apartment and heads to work, then can’t get back because of the snow, there may be adverse consequences. Of course, the real reason is that she wants to bunk off work and hang out with the fierce, sexy Latina currently sitting in the backseat of her car.

As Brooke refastens the radio handset to its place on the dash, she looks into the rear view mirror and Vanessa is flashing her a shit eating grin. “You breaking all the fuckin rules tonight, Mami.” She smirks, then runs her tongue seductively across her teeth.

Brooke chokes out a cough in response and her eyes flare wide. Then, Vanessa starts laughing in her loud, harsh unrelenting style. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell nobody.” She practically shouts through her laughter.  

Brooke usually prides herself on her ability to always have a comeback. She can keep a level head and separate her heart from her brain. She always knows the right thing to say. But she’s quickly beginning to realise that when it comes to Vanessa, all of that goes out of the window. She can’t even begin to keep up with her. She can go from seductive, to brash and loud, straight back to soft and emotional all within minutes. Its exhausting.

And enthralling.

As Vanessa’s laughter dies down, Brooke notices her wrapping her arms tightly around herself. Her slender legs that poor out from beneath her pale denim mini skirt are covered in goose flesh. One of these days, Brooke would have to teach her the art of dressing for the Toronto weather. For now however, all she can do is fumble with the zipper on her own coat and take it off, then thrust it towards the back seat.

“Take this. I’m not cold anyways.” She says casually, but then her body betrays her with a shiver. Vanessa quirks her eyebrow and Brooke feels the burn of embarrassment on her cheeks. “Really, I don’t need it.” She stammers, but she has a feeling she’s only making her awkwardness worse.

“You cute.” Vanessa smirks, which is probably the worst thing she could’ve said, because Brooke blushes uncontrollably. She’s grateful when Vanessa doesn’t push the matter any farther and shrugs the coat around her shoulders.

Brooke feels a shudder of fear and excitement when Vanessa looks up at her expectantly, waiting for her to lead her inside.

-x-

“Well, this is me.” Brooke shrugs awkwardly as Vanessa stands in the middle of her living room, looking at the surroundings. Her apartment is average sized and decorated very plainly, since she spends most of her time at work anyways. The kitchen is adjoined to the living room, with a small breakfast bar separating the two, and a short corridor leads to two bedrooms and the bathroom.

“Fancy.” Vanessa grins, and Brooke genuinely can’t tell if she’s joking.

Brooke is then hyper aware of the fact that Vanessa is standing in her living room. She’s in her house and she’s going to be here overnight. Her anxiety is about to kick into overdrive so she tried to break the non existent tension in the room. “Are you hungry? I don’t really have any food. Unless I can interest you in cat food? Or coffee? I could order takeout? I think I might have some eggs in the fridge. Do you-” Brooke rambles without taking a breath.

“Wait, you’ve got a kitty?” Vanessa said excitedly, cutting her off and whipping her head around to look on the floor.

Brooke smiles affectionately at her childlike enthusiasm. “Two, actually. They’re probably hiding, they aren’t too fond of new people.” She tells her apologetically.

Vanessa then pouts her lip in a way that’s so god damn enticing, Brooke has to physically fight the urge to grip the younger woman’s waist and take that lip between her teeth. “Damn.” She mutters. “Takeout sounds great, though.” She adds, then slips off Brooke’s coat and drapes it over the high backed armchair.

“Um. What kind of food do you like?” Brooke says awkwardly, desperately trying to avoid staring whilst Vanessa toes off her tall heels. When she’s finished, she leaves the shoes where they fall beside her bags and flops down onto the sofa like she owns the place.

Brooke has always been a very private person. She tries not to get over familiar with people she isn’t one hundred percent sure on and has always viewed her home as her own little sanctuary. And yet here she is, watching this woman that’s only known for a few months curl her legs up beneath her and nestle into the sofa cushions.

“I’ll eat anything, baby. You know me.” Vanessa says as she reaches out to flick through the magazines on Brooke’s coffee table. At that moment, she is struck with another thought. You know me, Vanessa told her, but the reality is, she doesn’t. She knows the basics about her life. She knows that she has the temperament of a small terrier pup and that she will laugh at just about anything, but she doesn’t know the little things.

She doesn’t know her favourite food, or what kind of music she listens to when she’s sad. She doesn’t know her birthday, or how she manages to smile so much despite everything, or how she’d ended up in Toronto of all places. But they’re all things that she wants to get to know. When she’d first met Vanessa, her sexually repressed thirst took over and had her flustered like a schoolgirl, but now it was so much more than that. She wanted to forge a genuine connection with this tiny, goddess of a woman.

“I’ll um, order pizza.” Brooke stammers, snapping herself out of her thoughts. She pulls out her phone and perches on the end of the couch, trying to keep a respectable distance between her and Vanessa, then opens up Uber Eats. After selecting a large pizza, sides and drinks from a local place, she hands the phone to Vanessa so that she can check the order.

Vanessa glances down at the phone briefly then barks out a loud laugh. “Damn mi hija, you earn your money arresting me then fuckin waste it all on buying me food.”  

Brooke shifts uncomfortably in her seat. She wants to point out that, technically, she’s never actually arrested her, but the words won’t come. She opens and closes her mouth a couple of times, probably looking like a complete fool. “Vanessa…” She says softly, but trails off when she starts laughing once again.

“I’m kidding! You’ve gotta relax, baby.” She teases, nudging her in the side gently.

Brooke wishes so badly that she could relax. That she could be like a normal person for once and actually enjoy Vanessa’s company, that she’s so desperately wanted, rather than being so on edge all the time. She can’t stop worrying that at any given moment, it could all go wrong. A fellow cop could burst in on them and catch her breaking all the rules, or Vanessa could realise that Brooke is too boring and uptight for her to spend time with.

One of the worst things that anyone has ever said to her was when a superior at work accused her of having no personality. Brooke has always been smart. She’s always been pretty. But she’s also always been cautious. She is careful with her words and how she uses them. Careful not to get herself into situations that might end badly. And she’s very, very careful with her feelings. Maybe that is the reason she is almost in her mid thirties and has never had a girlfriend? All of her self doubt is now rendering her incapable of relaxing in her own home. It is torture.

She decides that one of the first things she needs to do is get out of her uniform. She needs to break down the image of herself as Officer Hytes so that she can be sure that Vanessa doesn’t see her as a dominant or authoritative figure. Not that Vanessa has much respect for her authority anyways. She’s just so worried that Vanessa is only here because Brooke is a cop and she told her to come. She needs Vanessa to be here because she wants to be.

But before she can excuse herself to go shower and change, she notices for the first time that Vanessa’s skirt and vest are soaked from the snow and practically clinging to her body. She feels awful for not having realised sooner. “I think you should take off those wet clothes.” Brooke says softly.

Vanessa looks at her in confusion for a brief moment then replaces the look with a smile. “Oh- okay.” She stutters, getting up from the sofa to stand across from Brooke. She glances her over with a sultry stare, then bends towards her slightly, showing off her cleavage and Brooke simply sits there, not sure of what is going on.

It’s not until Vanessa reaches behind her back and unzips her skirt that that she realises what she’s doing. She realises what Vanessa had thought she meant. Brooke practically leaps off the sofa and clamps her hands on the younger woman’s hips, preventing her skirt from falling.

“Christ, no.” She stammers, shaking her head and gripping the fabric of Vanessa’s skirt tightly. “Fuck, Vanessa.” She says softly, unable to stop herself from sounding horrified, even when her face falls and her eyes go wide with confusion. “Vanessa, you don’t need to do that, that’s not what I meant.”

“Oh.” She say softly. “Brooke, I’m sorry. I didn’t know-” She starts, but she trails off and looks awkwardly at the ground. She looks somehow confused, embarrassed, hurt and relieved all at the same time. Brooke feels disgusted with herself that she’d managed to make Vanessa believe she’s brought her here as a sex worker. Like she needs to pay with her body for Brooke’s hospitality.

“No, I’m sorry.” She shakes her head. The sick thing is, she does want her. She wants to pull her into her lap so that she can touch her and taste her all over. “I just… that’s not what I meant. You don’t owe me anything, alright?”

When she’s finished speaking, she expects Vanessa to run out of the apartment and never look back, but to her surprise, she’s smirking. Then she realises that her hands are still on the younger woman’s hips.

Brooke smiles back, trying to ease the tension, but her breath comes out shaky. “If I move my hands, is your skirt going to fall?”

Vanessa’s big doe eyes stare up at her through fluttering eyelashes. “Only if you want it to.” She drawls.

Brooke’s mouth hangs agape and she pulls her hands away like she’d been holding a hotplate. How the fuck does she do that? How can it be possible to go from vulnerability right back to flirting and teasing within seconds. The sound of Vanessa’s laughter fills the apartment once more.

“Baby, it’s just too easy to mess with you.” She grins as though she’s proud herself.

Brooke swallows nervously and wraps her arms around her middle. “So um, you can take a shower if you like? Did you bring pyjamas?” She asks, walking away from Vanessa and trying to put some distance between the two.

“Bitch, I don’t wear pyjamas like you fancy folk.” Vanessa laughs as she follows Brooke down the corridor to the bathroom and Brooke chuckles softly in response.

“I’ll find something for you to put put on.” She tells her with an affectionate smirk. “The shower is in there. Use whatever you like.”

Once Vanessa closes the bathroom door behind her, Brooke forces herself to walk away to her bedroom, desperately trying not to think about Vanessa being naked in the shower.

Brooke smells Vanessa leaving the shower before she sees her enter the living room. From the moment she opens the bathroom door, it’s like there’s been an explosion of every sweet, tropical, fresh scent under the sun. Just like Vanessa, it’s overpowering in all the right ways. The smaller woman pads happily into the living room and Brooke’s face breaks into a smile the moment she sees her. She is wearing Brooke’s fluffy white robe, which usually ends at Brooke’s mid thigh but is grazing she shorter woman’s knees, and hair is piled on top of her head in a towel.

What Brooke finds the most striking is the sight of Vanessa’s face free from makeup. It is utterly stunning. Her skin is soft and smooth, free from all blemishes or wrinkles, and her chestnut eyes sparkle in the light. She finds herself unable to speak on account of the awe, so she’s incredibly grateful when Vanessa goes first.

“Girl, I love those fancy ass soaps you got up in there.” She says as she takes the towel from her head and lets her damp hair fall to frame her face delicately.

Brooke laughs loudly. “I can tell, you smell like you used all of them!” She teases, delighting in the blush that creeps up Vanessa’s cheeks.

“I’m going to go take a shower, but I’ve left some pyjamas out on my bed for you.” She tells her, standing up to leave the room.

Whilst in the shower, Brooke can think about nothing but how only moments ago, Vanessa’s naked body occupied this same space. Briefly, she considers grabbing her razor to neaten up her bikini line, then moisturising her entire body, just in case , but she refrains. She is desperate to reinforce the message to Vanessa that she’s here because they are friends and she cares about her, not because of Brooke’s carnal urge to fuck her into next week.

Nothing can prepare Brooke for what she sees when she gets back to the living room after her shower. Vanessa is curled up on the sofa with her legs tucked beneath her and both of the cats nuzzled into her lap. She is stroking Apollo idly with one hand and flicking through movies using the remote with the other. It’s like she somehow just… fits. As though before, there was something missing, Brooke just didn’t know what it was.

God fucking damn it, when did she get so sentimental?

“You a dirty liar.” Vanessa says accusingly and Brooke is shocked momentarily. “These kitties are friendly as hell.”

“I swear, they aren’t usually like this.” Brooke says, laughing and shaking her head in disbelief. Whenever her friends visited, the cats would sometimes sulk for days. It was so unlike them to be so affectionate to a stranger, but that, she supposed, was the effect Vanessa had. Nobody, not even the cats, could resist being drawn to her.

She sat down beside Vanessa, a little closer than she had dared to before and watched whilst she flicked through Netflix. As she did, she noticed that Vanessa had had to roll up the pant legs and the sleeves on the pyjamas she’d lent her,as they were too long, and it melted her fucking heart.

Out of all the films Vanessa could chose from, the very last thing she expected it to be was The Notebook. Maybe Vanessa was just as much of a hopeless romantic as herself?

-x-

“Brooke.” She hears a soft voice say.

“Brooke.” A little louder this time.

“Brooke!” The voice shouts, causing Brooke to realise it was her name being called.

“What? I’m up.” She mumbles sleepily. She opens her eyes slowly and realises that her face is pressed into someone’s neck and her arm is draped across their waist.

Fuck. It’s Vanessa.

She quickly de-tangles herself from the younger woman’s arms and shuffles away. “Sorry.” She stutters, feeling her cheeks burning with embarrassment, and Vanessa smirks at her.

“You should be sorry, bitch! You missed the ending!” Vanessa says enthusiastically. Brooke can’t believe that Vanessa can maintain such a constant energy level. She rubs the sleep from her eyes and yawns softly.

“I think it’s time for bed.” She yawns again.

Brooke clears away the empty pizza box, straightens the sofa cushions and turns off the lights whilst Vanessa gathers her bags and shoes from the floor and then waits by the doorway. The cats follow her the entire time, which is still beyond perplexing to Brooke.

When she’s finished, she shows Vanessa to the guest room and stands awkwardly in the doorway as they look at one another, both seemingly unsure of what to say.

“Brooke.” Vanessa says gently. “I just um, want to say thank you. You didn’t have to do any of that shit for me, but you did. So yeah um, thanks.”

Brooke sighs happily, amused by Vanessa’s eloquence as always.

“Don’t thank me.” She insists. “Try and get some sleep, tomorrow we can try to arrange a more long term solution.” She wishes more than anything that Vanessa could just abandon her old life and move in with her and the cats, but Brooke knows that isn’t how reality goes.

Vanessa shifts uncomfortably on her feet and lets out a nervous laugh. “Is that your smart person way of saying you don’t want a nasty hood rat holed up under your roof?” Her tone says that she’s joking, but her eyes look scared.

“No.” She says softly, taking a small step closer. “No.” She says again, reinforcing the message.

“You ain’t gonna sneak up and arrest me in the night, are you?” She says in her typical, brash tone. The vulnerability is gone and she’s straight back to the jokes. It could almost be predictable at this point, but Brooke is far too exhausted to have seen it coming.

Brooke chuckles and shakes her head. “No.” She sighs with a smile.

Then, as if by magic, Vanessa is back to softness and sincerity once more. “Goodnight, Miss Brooke.” She practically whispers, then drops a kiss onto Brooke’s cheek and disappears into the bedroom.

-x-

The sound of a door softly creaking open in night wakes Brooke up. She panics momentarily, before remembering her guest in the room next door.

At first, she assumes that Vanessa is getting water or using the bathroom, then, she hears the soft clack of her heels on the wooden floors. Curiously, she listens to the sound of her footsteps, then the sound of a muffled string of profanities, followed by the sound of something being dropped to the floor.

“Damn, kitty cat. You scared the shit outta me.” She hears Vanessa say in what she assumes is supposed to be a whisper, but it’s loud enough for Brooke to hear behind a closed door. “Well um, tonight has been fun, but I gotta leave now, kitty. Tell your mama I say goodbye.” Vanessa adds, then sighs deeply.

The sound of her heels clacking on the ground once more follows.

She’s leaving, Brooke realises.

She tries to swallow the lump in her throat, but it won’t budge. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she turns away from the door and buries her head in her pillows. She’d thought everything was going so well. They had fun, she seemed relaxed. She’d let Brooke cuddle into her shoulder without being asked. So why the fuck was she leaving?

Don’t cry. She tells herself over and over again. Don’t fucking cry. If she wants to leave, you can’t stop her.

She hears the sound of Vanessa’s footsteps getting further and further away, and momentarily considers chasing her, but then the unexpected happens. “Fuck it.” She hears, followed by what sounds like bags being dropped to the floor, followed by more fumbling.

Then she hears Vanessa’s footsteps getting closer, only this time she isn’t wearing any shoes.

When Brooke hears her own bedroom door squeak open, she’s unable to move. She swallows nervously as Vanessa enters the room and shuts the door. Before she realises what’s happening, Vanessa is pulling back the covers and slipping into bed behind her.

Brooke feels as though she can’t breathe. Every muscle in her body tenses as she waits for Vanessa’s next move, then slowly, she starts to shuffle closer to her. When she stops, Brooke can feel her warm breath on the back of her neck and her fingers ghosting over her hip.

“I know you’re awake, baby.” Vanessa whispers, tracing delicate patterns with her fingers on the sliver of exposed skin.

She considers pretending that she hasn’t heard her and committing to the lie, but her body betrays her with a shiver. She thinks that she has two options here. She can either kick Vanessa out and pretend this never happened, or she can turn round and fuck her into the mattress.

She decides on neither however, when she feels Vanessa’s arm snake further around her waist and Vanessa’s leg slip between hers. They’re both exhausted. Vanessa was kicked out of her apartment tonight. Sure, she’d love to utterly ravish her, but tonight, Vanessa just needs a friend.

“Your feet are freezing.” Brooke hisses, but neither make any move to change positions.

Tentatively, Brooke covers the small hand resting on her stomach with her own, then interlaces their fingers. Neither speak for what feels like an eternity.

“Were you going to leave?” Brooke whispers.

Vanessa’s body goes stiff against Brooke’s back for a moment before she sighs. “Yes.”

Another long silence follows.

“Why did you come back?” Why did you get into my bed? She asks, unsure of whether she wants to know the answer.

But it turns out, whether she wants to know the answer or not is irrelevant as Vanessa simply brushes her lips against the exposed skin on the back of Brooke’s neck, then nuzzles further into her.

Before long, Vanessa is asleep, snoring softly and leaving Brooke alone in the darkness to try and figure out what the fuck is happening.

[im-basically-logan]

Comfortably Pushing Boundaries: part 4

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so... it’s been a while huh? I actually had part 5 done before this but decided there needed to be another chapter in between actually. so part 5 should be out in less than a few days I hope. also this is a bit longer than the other parts i hope you dont mind ^^;; (mostly to make up for lost time)

Summary: Logan decides that it’d be best to watch Virgil as his wound heals so he won’t scratch it open. Nice little shenanigans follow.

Words: 2,589

Ship: Platonic Analogical

TW: mentions of wrapping a wound

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Genre: Fluff

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When Virgil woke up he almost forgot about the plastic wrapped arm until he heard it rustling when he eventually got out of his bed. Logan had told him not to scratch it, but it was really itchy! So many things were already irritating it he might as well just give it a little nick.

And then Logan popped in, as if on queue, with arms crossed and probably ready to tackle Virgil before he thought about scratching at his wound.

“Oh! Hey… Logan,” Virgil said, putting down his right arm, the burnt one, and waved with his left. “Did you really wait til I was awake to tell me not to pick my burn?”

“Well, no. You usually wake up after all of us and I was actually coming to replace the plastic wrap with an actual bandage,” Logan explained, gesturing to Virgil’s arm. The sleeve was pulled down over it but little strands of ripped plastic could still be seen.

“Alright then, Doc.” Logan huffed in amusement at the nickname, then brought Virgil down to the kitchen after grabbing the bottle of aloe vera.

“Morning, kiddo!” Patton waved at Virgil with a butter knife. Roman waved silently in greeting, currently downing toast and eggs. “How’s your burn doing?”

As Virgil returned the hello’s, Logan placed his hand on the counter near the sink and pulled his sleeve up to his bicep.

“Better, I think. Logan’s gonna replace the wrapping and medicine.” Logan gently took off the wrapping, exposing the blistered skin. It was less red at the moment, but still clearly there.

“Sorry again about this, kiddo,” Patton apologized, looking over Virgil’s wound himself.

Virgil shook his head. “It’s fine, Patton, really. I should’ve been more careful, y’know?” Patton sighed but gave a nod. Logan had been silently wrapping Virgil’s burn and in a few short moments he successfully applied the aloe to it and bandaged up.

“I believe supervising you on your itching tendencies is an order,” Logan said, making Roman snort from the table.

“Awww, Logaaaan. I’m not a child!” Virgil replied, sounding exactly like a complaining child. As he pulled his newly wrapped arm from the counter, he put it in his jacket pocket. “I’m not gonna scratch at it, okay?”

Logan shook his head. “Judging by how, as you put it, “taking your hand hostage”, went last night, I think looking over your actions with your burn will be beneficial.” Virgil opened his mouth to protest before hearing Patton and Roman say something along the lines of “I agree!” and he promptly shut up. All of them cared for him too much, but he wouldn’t try to fight it.

“Well, lovelies, I am off to adventure!” Roman announced after putting his plate in the sink, leaving to his room. Patton waved a goodbye and put the last few dishes in the sink as well.

“I left a few pancakes for you, Virge!” He called as he sunk out himself. “Remember to keep watch, Lo.” Logan smirked with a nod of satisfaction, Virgil groaning dramatically.

Logan watched Virgil like a hawk throughout the day after breakfast and Virgil didn’t scratch his burn at all. Successfully anyway. If he went to go for it, Logan gently slapped his hand away. Although this was the case, Virgil was probably just as stubborn as Logan. At one point in the day he had bolted from the commons just to get away from him.

“Virgil! Don’t you dare!” Logan had shouted, catching up to Virgil as he awkwardly rubbed through the frabric-y material of the bandage. The material had effectively stopped him from itching at the burn too much, but now it was red around the wrapping, irritated and probably even more itchy than before. Virgil looked up to see Logan coming over in quick, long strides.

“I didn’t scratch it that much, okay?” Virgil put his hands up in mock defense as Logan stopped in front of him, a scolding look on his face. Logan took his free hand and dragged Virgil back to the couch in the common room. He then began to distract the other by reading aloud and having them both do puzzles together. It went rather nicely, actually, and he didn’t try to run again

“No no no, that line goes there!” Virgil said, pointing at Logan’s phone as he played Flow. It was a difficult level with 15 “flows” that needed to be connected. Logan obliged and the rest of the puzzle was a piece of cake.

“Good one,” Logan said, seeing Virgil’s smirk out of the corner of his eye. Normally, Logan would have been in his room for most of the day, but Virgil’s situation kept him occupied. Although, being the logical side, Logan had various schedules done, scripts edited, and ideas from Roman sorted through days and even weeks in advance. It was no wonder he seemed overworked all the time.

They went through a few more levels before one finally got them stuck, then moved onto another app. Despite Virgil being mostly behind Logan, he could feel whenever Virgil tried to scratch his burn. It wasn’t even worth trying since the bandage was in the way, but Virgil attempted it anyway. Logan took Virgil’s free hand in his lap, the situation similar to the night before, and opened up another app.

“Actually…” Virgil began awkwardly, making Logan pause. “Y’think you could maybe… erm...” Logan raised an eyebrow.

“Yes?” He asked, coaxing the anxious side to continue.

“Just… talk? Not reading or anything but just… talk,” Virgil eventually finished, averting his gaze from Logan’s. Logan put his phone down, laying it down gently onto the coffee table in front of them.

“That’s fine, Virgil. If it’ll distract you,” Logan said, smiling a half-smile at Virgil in reassurance. “What would you like me to talk about?”

“Um… whatever you want I guess?” Logan thought for a moment and looked downwards as he selected a subject.

“What about robots and chemistry?” He suggested.

“Sure, I’ll be listening.” Virgil relaxed, leaning back on the couch with his free hand still in Logan’s grasp. Logan leaned back as well, glancing at the ceiling as he started his lesson.

“Personally, I find robots amazing. Not all robots are the stereotypical metal, humanoid things we usually think of. It can be beings created with chains of code, or a robot made to play Snake, or even a robot whose soul purpose is to make you think they are a human.” Virgil was actually interested at this point and Logan being so passionate was a nice change of pace. He knew the other didn’t get to spill his thoughts out a lot so it was a pleasant experience for the both of them.

“I saw a video recently about an A.I. that taught itself how to create jazz music, it was rather intriguing. Admittedly, the music wasn’t that good but some runs of it sounded coherent. Also robots trying to do mundane tasks is very entertaining, just ask Patton.” Logan paused, a little grin growing on his lips.

“Many videos depict metal hands trying to pour water or a whole body just trying to walk which usually results in failure. It really puts into perspective how hardworking humans can be because we go back and try to fix those mistakes.”

Virgil nodded and smiled as Logan kept going. This was a good distraction.

“You said something about talking about chemistry earlier?” Virgil asked, tilting his head. Logam nodded quickly and changed the subject immediately.

“Yes, I find it amazing how one little change of the amount of protons in an atom makes it entirely different. Mercury and gold, for example, are very different and yet only one proton apart. Gold has a melting point of about 1 thousand degrees celsius which is… approximately 2 thousand degrees fahrenheit, give or take a couple hundred degrees. Converting larger numbers from celsius to fahrenheit quickly can be inaccurate.” He paused at Virgil’s open-mouthed, shocked expression.

“How… how did you convert it that quickly?”

“Well it’s an estimate formula, but you take the degrees celsius, multiply it by two and add thirty. With a little rounding for larger quantities.”

Virgil shook his head. “Too much math for me, personally.” Logan chuckled in amusement.

“Well, anyway. Gold has a very high melting point, yes? But mercury on the other hand has a melting point of negative 39 degrees celsius or about negative 45 degrees fahrenheit.” Once again Virgil’s mouth was open in shock.

“Negative degrees?” He asked, furrowing his brows. “Isn’t that like… really cold.”

“Yes, well, mercury is a liquid at room temperature. One of the only metals to have this odd property, in fact. I suppose gallium is close since it can melt in the palm of your hand.”

“That’s… actually pretty cool.” Logan smirked, feeling proud of himself.

Logan shared a bit more about mercury and other elements. His favorite was iodine apparently.

--

The routine became second nature to Logan: Change Virgil’s bandages and aloe then either he or one of the others distract Virgil for the day. Despite Virgil’s constant whining about being supervised, it was actually rather nice bonding time. Logan watched him for most of the week and the burn had healed gradually within about 5 days.

“It’s not itchy anymore,” Virgil said as Logan took the wrap off for the last time. “Thanks, Lo.”

“You’re welcome, Virgil. I’m glad it healed so quickly.”

“Me too.” Virgil chuckled and after Logan threw the bandage into the garbage, Patton threw himself onto Virgil for a hug.

“Me too, kiddo! So glad you’re all better!” Patton squealed. Roman, who was just behind Patton, gave Virgil a comforting pat on the shoulder after Patton broke off from the embrace.

“Don’t burn yourself again, you hear me? You had us all worried and fussing for a week--”

“It was 5 days--”

“--nonetheless, I’m also grateful that you are better.” Roman shot Virgil a sincere smile and Virgil timidly smiled back. They all left to their respective rooms, occasionally returning to the commons as usual, and went on with the rest of their day.

The next day, Logan forgot that Virgil’s wound had healed and just casually went into Virgil’s room to change his non-existent bandaging.

“Logan? My burn’s gone now, remember?” Virgil said groggily, sitting up in his bed.

Logan blinked, becoming a little flustered with himself. “Oh, I apologize. It had just become so second nature for me to come in and take you to the kitchen…” Virgil waved his hand, still clearly tired but he didn’t seem to mind the other’s company.

“It’s chill. I’d say that you can stay a while, but y’know how my room is.”

“Alright, just come to my room if you need me.” Then Logan left and although he hid it well, he still felt a bit embarrassed by his mistake.

A few hours passed and Virgil ended up in Logan’s room with a plate of cookies.

“‘Atton shed to vring theesh ‘o ya,” Virgil said as he was eating a cookie himself.

“Please don’t speak with your mouth full,” Logan replied, reaching out for the plate. “But thank you. I’ll go thank him later.”

“I um…” Virgil swallowed his cookie and cleared his throat. “I was wondering if I could stay for a while actually. Not just for the cookies, obviously. Pat gave me a plate earlier.” He scratched the back of his neck. Logan, who had just set the plate down on a table, turned his head with a surprisingly comforting glance.

“You don’t have to ask, Virgil. You’ve done it before, after all,” Logan said. “Anyways, would you like to be in the library setting?”

“Sure…”

“Alright.” Within an instant the room became a library once more, book shelves making their way into the scene and familiar furniture forming in the center. The plate of cookies had conveniently been shifted from Logan’s usual table to the coffee table in the library.

“Would you like something specific to do? I also have a few audio books to recommend you if you’d like.” Logan took a cookie from the plate as he spoke, taking a seat in his chair. “Also feel free to sit in the other chair and not under the table.”

Virgil rolled his eyes in a lighthearted manner, making his way over to the chair Logan referred to. He sat on the chair’s arm, which was close enough on the actual chair at this point.

“Um… I dunno. Just chillin’ with you is cool.” Virgil fiddled about with his thumbs, looking down at his thighs.

“Are you sure? It’s fine whatever you chose.” Logan took a bite of his cookie as he spoke, covering his mouth with his free hand as he munched.

Looking back up at Logan, Virgil replied,”Actually… maybe we can listen to music? Anything you want.” Logan took a few moments to reply, making sure he wouldn’t be sputtering with the treat in his mouth.

“That sounds rather peaceful, would you like to listen through earbuds or a speaker?”

“Earbuds.”

Virgil had beaten Logan to it, grabbing a pair from his jacket pocket. Logan took out his phone, pulling up Youtube and picking a playlist full of instrumentals. Specifically, many classical pieces but also other more modern ones containing ukulele, piano, and other calming instruments. Virgil got up from his perch, handing Logan his earbuds before realizing the situation.

“I umm… I could sit on the floor?” He said, gesturing to the small size of Logan’s chair.

“Nonsense, I’ll just make the chair longer. This is my room after all and while Roman can conjure many things outside of his room, we can do many things ourselves in our respective realms.”

“Oh right… I guess the uh… the cognitive distortion thing made me forget.” Virgil was jumping to conclusions again, like he always did. But he was trying to get better.

“It seemed to. Anyway…” Logan snapped two fingers together and the chair had turned into a couch, the cushions seeming a bit softer than before and two pillows added on either end. “Sit down on the actual cushions for optimal earbud sharing, if you will.” Virgil obliged, properly sitting on the couch for once on one end and placed his arm on the arm rest. Logan followed soon after, sitting somewhat close to Virgil. “Would you mind if I sat closer like how we sometimes do?”

The physical contact was nice but Virgil had never liked initiating it-- it felt like he was taking something without permission. “Um, yeah, go ahead.”

So Logan did, moving on the couch directly next to Virgil, legs touching. He plugged in the earbuds to his phone, handing Virgil one of them. Logan put the other in his own ear and pressed play.

They sat in silence for a while, perhaps a few hours, as the music played. Many songs later, the plate of cookies was empty with nothing but crumbs and traces of chocolate. Virgil had his eyes closed, but was still awake, and leaned against the couch. He seemed relaxed. Logan had given himself a book to silently read, the music being a nice accompaniment.

There was a small intermission of sorts when Logan eventually left Virgil to put the plate away, he returned shortly after, getting back into place next to Virgil and continuing to read and listen to music.

“Thanks, Logan… again,” Virgil said modestly, almost a mumble, but Logan heard it.

“You’re very welcome Virgil, as always.”

[hazohazahazbro]

While in Barcelona / Tom drabble

Pairing: Reader x Tom

Featuring: Tom Holland and special guest Tessa Holland

Warning: nudity (visual)

Request -  Can you do 68 and 70 with Tom? I feel like it could be really funny and cute.

68 -  “YOU”RE WEARING MY UNDERWEAR?!”

70 -  “Oh. I guess I should put pants on then.”

The elevator dinged as it arrived to your floor, you headed down the hall swinging your room key thoughtlessly around your fingers as you went. It was early when you woke up so you headed to the hotel’s gym for a morning pick-me-up. Your boyfriend, who had been up till well past 2 AM, was fast asleep when you left. As you unlocked the door to your room, it was quiet as you stepped in. Guessing that your boyfriend was still fast asleep, you headed to the shower as quietly as you could. 

You quickly stripped out of your sweat-soaked clothes and got into the shower, washing your hair and body from the grime of the gym. It took you only roughly 15 minutes to wash away the smell of sweat from your hair and body, and you wrapped a towel around your body and walked out of the bathroom, the warmth of the hotel suite following you everywhere. you assumed Tom, your boyfriend, had left the heat on all night. You knew how cold he got in the morning after drinking, he’d be shivering for hours. 

Gripping the towel so it wouldn’t fall, you went into the kitchen and started the coffee. Your body needed caffeine more than it needed water, obviously. Your feet left water prints as you walked around the heated, hard wood floors. It soothed your aching feet, since you wore your old runners to the gym. You didn’t even guess there would be a chance you’d make it to the gym during the week you were in Barcelona. It was still surprising to you that you were actually in Barcelona. It was beautiful here, and you loved it so much. It was even greater that yo got to spend it with your favorite person.

Walking into the bedroom, Tom lay with his face in the pillows, only his waist and down covered by a large white duvet.  You could see his toned shoulders as you passed the bed, heading to the walk-in closet where your suitcase was located. He snorted softly, making you smile to yourself at how adorable he was. His hair was a mess of curls and you just wanted to run your fingers through it. 

You changed into a pair of leggings and comfy sweatshirt, something you wore in the mornings, sipping coffee and watching your favorite morning talk show. When you walked back out into the bedroom, Tom had woken up and was sitting on the edge of the bed, facing the window that overlooked houses that cascaded to a beautiful water front beach. He turned to look at you as you walked over to him. 

“Morning sleepy head,” you teased, reaching an arm out to run your fingers through his hair. He smiled up at you, grabbing your hand softly and kissing the top of it. You returned the smile and sat beside him on the comfy bed.

“What’s the plan today?” Tom asked, leaning his body into you. His bare torso was hot against you - even through your sweatshirt.

“Well, I was thinking we could do a little wine tasting in Montserrat.” Tom said, staring up at you with his heart-melting brown eyes. You gaped at him in awe.

“What?” You jumped, nearly falling to your face as Tom laughed. You loved wine, and wine tasting was even better because you could drink it all day and no one could get mad. Tom helped you steady yourself as he held onto your hips as you stood in front of home.

“I thought it might be fun.” He smiled, you made a sound of a squeal, leaning over and planting a kiss on Tom’s lips. He returned the kiss with more enthusiasm and gripped you tighter, pulling you down on top of him on the bed. You giggled against his lips, holding his face against yours by running your fingers through his hair. You could feel his own smile against your lips as the two of you proceeded to make out.

You pulled away from him with a warm smile on your face, Tom stared up at you in awe as you crawled off him the best you could. You pushed yourself off his chest and your cold hands could feel the heat radiating off him, warming your own skin in the process. 

“I’ve got coffee on,” you started. “What do you want for breakfast?” Tom rose from the bed after you, a sly smirk creeping onto his face.

“You.” He stated, making you laugh. The large duvet was no longer covering his body as you took him all in. From his toned shoulders to his defined legs. You bit your bottom lip as Tom stared at you in a devilishly handsome kind of way. 

“Eggs, hash browns, and bacon?” You asked, laughing as Tom nodded, smiling. He turned around the bed and headed to his own suitcase, you admired his cute butt as he went. 

You left the bedroom and went into the kitchen. The hotel you were staying in was quite lavish. The suite Tom had booked for the two of you was quite extreme. It was like its own house all-together. It had a large master bedroom, the bed was most likely a King size, with an open living space that opened to a private patio that overlooked the view. The kitchen was large as well. The marble counter tops provided you with lots of space for everything you liked to cook, and it had an island. The kitchen connected to the living space and it made the whole place open. 

As Tom got dressed, you started to make the breakfast - also pouring yourself and Tom a cup of coffee. 

“I booked the wine tasting at two.” Tom said from behind you as you walked into the kitchen. You faced him with his cup of coffee and handed it over as he came to stand beside you. You noticed that he hadn’t actually changed and was only in bottoms. His abdomen coming down in a v-shape to the line of his joggers. 

“So we have lots of time to do nothing this morning?” You asked playfully, leaning against the counter as he winked at you. 

“We could go enjoy the jet tub?” Tom asked, placing his mug on the counter as he slid an arm around your waist. You body warmed at his touch as he did so. 

“That would be fun,” you answered, placing your own mug on the counter beside you. Tom smiled and wrapped his other arm around your body, pulling away from the counter and into the center of the kitchen. The both of you danced to your imaginary music. You two stopped as you heard the sound of paws against the hard wood floors, the both of you turning to see Tessa strut from the living room and over to you two. Tom broke away from you with a big grin.

“Hey girl.” He cooed, squatting down to be level with his dog. your eyes wandered from Tessa to Tom’s bare backside, and further down to see his joggers had slipped a little and you could see his underwear. You stared in confusion as you took in the color and shape of the waist band.

“Tom, where did-” you stopped when it clicked. “YOU”RE WEARING MY UNDERWEAR?!” Tom turned abruptly around to face you, his eyes wide in surprise or embarrassment - or both - you couldn’t tell.

“W-what?” He asked hesitantly, standing to his feet slowly. You raised a hand to your mouth trying to stop yourself from bursting into laughter. Tom raised his eyebrows in surprise as he looked down his joggers as what he was wearing underneath. As soon as you registered the fact that he was wearing your purple boxers that read “Princess” on the butt, his cheeks went from pink to deep red.

“Oh NO!” He yelped, struggling quickly to pull of his joggers and out of your boxers. You couldn’t sustain yourself as you burst into laughter. Watching tom fret around, he did a twirl trying to pull of his pants and you got a glimpse of the “Princess” on his ass - only making you laugh harder. Tessa barked at Tom as he made all sorts of noises trying to get out the clothes.

With the last struggle, Tom finally had the boxers off, and you were trying to catch your breath. He was huffing from the effort and Tessa had rolled onto the floor and was watching Tom with bemusement. 

“Breakfast and a show?” You teased, leaning back against the counter once more as Tom stood in front of you for the second time butt naked, in one morning. 

“Ha-ha - aren’t you so funny.” Tom mocked, staring down at the Princess boxers in disgust. 

“Why did you even think they were yours?” You asked, still trying to contain the laughter that wanted to escape. Tom ran a hand through his tangled, curly hair and let out a sigh. 

“Well, I thought I packed my purple boxers, and for the record, I did not see the Princess on the ass.” He declared, staring at you with amusement but annoyance. The face made your laugh escape and you nearly fell over.

“Hmm.” You mumbled, stifling the laughter once more. Tom stood and stared sassily at you, one hand on his hip. You couldn’t help yourself as you gave him a once-over. Enjoying all the naked-Tom you were this morning.  

Reluctantly, you turned back to the stove top where your bacon was sizzling the entire time. It was nearly burnt as you pulled it off the hot stove top. 

“Okay, Princess, breakfast is ready.” You teased, facing your boyfriend again. He glared at you, but had his own smile creeping onto his features.

“Great. This morning’s events are making me hungry.” He said, about to walk over to the stove where you stood.

“Uh, Tom.” You cleared your throat, “you’re still naked.” 

Tom stopped halfway to you and looked down at his toned, nude body. He made a sort of laugh but it came out like a snort.

“Oh. I guess I should put pants on then.” He said awkwardly. his nudity didn’t bother you - but in the kitchen, while eating food, that was a different story.

“I mean, after breakfast - if you don’t feel like wearing clothes...” You trailed off, throwing a wink his way as he started to make his way back to the bedroom. His laughter followed as he threw a thumbs up behind him. Tessa watched him walk away with annoyance, as you knew she was looking for some one to rub her belly. But, you watched him strut away in adoration - you really did enjoy his cute butt.

aaaaanndd that’s a wrap!

jk i still have zillions to write

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august: week one

july31: lol this morning. i woke up at like 7 am or something and kevin decided to wake up at 9 am or 10 am? i woke up, brushed, did whatever i could with my 2g data connection (btw, i couldn’t receive texts or anything but i got my data to work after changing the apn -- it was frustrating dealing with that the first day we got here), and i curled my hair for fun lol. then i watched ‘somm’ until kevin got up. i was hangry by then so he got ready and we went to the bakery again. we overshot how much we were going to eat. i also accidentally got a marzipan pastry...i hate marzipan... it looked like soft bread coated with cinnamon sugar D: we also got their infamous strawberry creme chocolate tart. it was good, but too much. kevin got a cinnamon strudel, a lemon tart, and a thai curry baguette because he was craving the baguettes since last night. :P we went back to the airbnb because i was starting to feel nauseous... we stayed there for like an hour so i could recover. i took tums and gasx and laid in bed massaging my stomach. i manned up and felt a bit better so we walked to glyptoteket, the fine arts museum, only to find out it was closed. T_T i planned it for yesterday so when we slept all day on the first day, our schedule got screwed up :( it also happened to pour on our way there -__-” right next to it was tivoli, the amusement park, but we decided not to go because of the rain and we just didn’t feel like it at this point. we decided to forge on and go to rosenborg castle to see the garden and/or go to the port for a boat ride.

i got upset at these turn of events and then some nasty old guys in a van kept looking at me like a piece of meat and kevin didn’t shield me or anything so i got frustrated at him. my legs were also SO SO SO itchy because my leggings were drying from the rain and it made my legs cold and my skin and body did not like it one bit. so we walked upset and in silence. we talked for a bit and then stopped. we decided to sit on the boat ride because of my legs and everything was fine after that. i bought kevin a hot dog and we got two bottles of water for $14...rip off LOL. the hot dogs here have a thicker casing but i think i like it. they also look hella phallic...which is weird haha. the sun came out again and it got real nice so the boat ride was a perfect choice. there was a lot of interesting architecture to see. kevin got hungry after so we walked over to the street food vendor area across the bridge. we got duck fat fries and the highlight of that was the creme fraiche dipping sauce. then we went inside to find the rest of the vendors. it was very much like what you would find in america (not so much like outside carts). oh, kevin also bought a smoothie from one of the outside carts and the guy just gave him one that was sitting there LOL. he was so put off by that. we also got a snow cone, which turned out to be a drink with a ton of ice in it LOLOLOL. kevin stopped picking what to eat after that.

we ended up getting a barbecue pulled pork burger with curly fries. mmm. kevin made a good point to say that if this was the best thing we ate here so far, then copenhagen isn’t a good place to get food because america does barbecue even better, which is pretty true of what we experienced. that burger was hella good. after that, kevin wanted to go back and rest so we walked back and did just that. i think i ended up falling asleep for 30 minutes to an hour again and then we headed out to the church right behind our airbnb with one of the best views of copenhagen. it didn’t strike me that we were going to be outside above the ground on a really steep staircase until we were actually doing it. kevin was nervous right when we got in line and i didn’t get it LOL. well, we walked up some wooden steps and then we reached the metal steps outside and kevin was freaking out on the inside. he had to let people go in front of us LOLOL. we made it to the top and i took pictures. i wasn’t as scared as kevin but the winds didn’t help either. so we took pictures quickly and took our time going down. it was a great experience together. <3 haha.

we walked to illum, a department store, to see if i could nab some danish fashion styles before leaving tomorrow. everything is so nice and minimalistic but sooooo expensive. i left without getting anything. we didn’t go to the rosenborg castle or the aquarium or the round tower again like we planned initially, but we didn’t mind. from shopping, we went straight to goomi and had rice for the first time in a few days. we’re rice addicts. i got three cup chicken and kevin got some pork dish. we both had two bowls of rice (they were super tiny bowls). we were really happy after that meal. we called it a day after and then went back to the airbnb, packed, and went to sleep sort of early. we had a somewhat early flight tomorrow. copenhagen was overall okay for us. we’re not in love with it. the colorful houses, the quaint aesthetic of the area, and the fact that it is pretty small made it a nice place to stay for 2-3 days. i think we hit most of the tourist spots and got to walk around most of copenhagen. we were ready to head to stockholm though.

01: we handled airport things way better this time. we decided not to go to the bakery for food and get food at the airport. there were a lot more people than i had anticipated but we got there pretty early. we checked in our bags, went through security, and then got a nice breakfast place that consisted of hashbrowns, scrambled eggs, and bacon. mmm. i got a green tea latte with soy milk because they did not have coconut milk at this starbucks. then we headed to our gate and abused the wifi LOL. i was so happy to have fast internet. i caught up on youtube videos and etc. so our flight kept getting delayed for some reason... but kevin and i were super chill and didn’t mind. i think we finally boarded at like 12 pm or something only to get moved out of the plane because there were technical errors. some people were really pissed because they were flying back home to the states. then some really nice guy told me that we will get compensated around 300 euros for the delay :O our flight got pushed from 10 am to 4 pm or something like that. so then kevin and i just squatted at the airport. we also got like $20 food vouchers and we found a yo sushi in the airport so we ate there! the fried rice at yo sushi is always bomb. we tried a mango crab roll that was delicious too. we got full pretty quickly.

it was nice being at the airport because they had a lot of shopping areas and i could keep on the search for some danish fashion items. so every now and then, kevin and i would walk to the stores and look. i ended up buying a cup of black tea while waiting and then i went back to get a tin of it. i looked at some clothes from noa noa, but was turned off by how many older women were looking at the sale rack with me T__T is my fashion that dated? LOL. we also surprisingly got chocolate-coated licorice because it was not bad??? haha. we now have a kind-of inside joke about this burberry coat we saw at illum. it looked so cool like an anime character would wear it with his dual swords and etc. it was a guy’s jacket so i showed kevin and he was really interested until we realized we were in burberry and he looked at the $1000 price tag. LULZ. we found a burberry here but the jacket was not there. :P

eventually, we boarded the flight with no problems and then i started watching the other ‘somm’ documentary i downloaded. i finished the first one, which was really interesting because it was about becoming a master sommelier and this one was the process of making wine. kevin ko’d on the flight. when we finally arrived in stockholm, we hit some snags in paying too much for an arlanda express ticket and finding the security box in central station containing our airbnb keys. we made it through and then walked 15 minutes to the apartment. this time, our airbnb was a private apartment and it had wifi. on the walk there, we noticed a lot of thai and japanese restaurants. the weather was beautiful -- unfortunate because we spent the entire day at the airport. the airbnb we stayed at is BEAUTIFUL. her apartment is decorated so nicely T__T the fridge blended in with the cabinets, she had a ton of candles, and the place was just nice and homey with a modern vibe. she also bought us milk, eggs, and bread and we could use her pantry and kitchen.

we unpacked and i let kevin pick a restaurant. he went on yelp and found this restaurant not too far of a walk called, ‘gro.’ so we walked there and noticed it was really tiny and we awkwardly stood by the door to see if we could get seated. we did eventually and then we looked at the menu and i found out that this place had two 4-course menus: one for meat eaters and one for vegetarians that cost $60 each... awks... i got mad at kevin for a bit for putting us in this situation but i calmed down and when he realized what i did, we figured it out. we ended up splitting the meat eater menu after asking and then declined wine. we both felt so ashamed and disrespectful. i looked up the yelp and kevin had only read one of them saying it was like $30-40 for a meal... lol that was a lie. i dug deeper and read that they handpick their wine so we ended up getting two glasses of wine. lol, we just felt so bad and out of place but we were trying to make the most of it. what’s even worse is that they gave us basically full sized portions of everything Dx we only shared one dish that was probably supposed to be smaller. ugh. they were being waay too nice to us and we felt even worse for that haha...

so, we had vegetable spaghetti (x2), cod stomach (x1), rooster (x1), rhubarb sorbet with licorice sprinkled on top (x2), and sorbet (x2). for the price of $60, that was way too much in our opinion because we were splitting it. the food was great but we weren’t looking for expensive food in the first place lol. oh, the real kicker is that the two chefs along with the server was giving us the food and explaining what it is. we were a few feet away from the kitchen and the chefs making the food to order x__x; one of them also mentioned that today was their first day of summer service so their english was a bit rusty. what. what did we get ourselves into LOL. we paid 75% of what two meals were supposed to be and then walked back to the airbnb. what a funny experience. kevin streamed the dota tournament for the rest of the night, showered with the super nice waterfall shower head, and then went to sleep at like 1 am?

02: we woke up and kevin made scrambled eggs with toast and butter for breakfast. the bread she got us toasted up so nicely. i love that bread. her toaster and tea kettle were so retro but did their jobs perfectly. i love that toaster. anyway, we ate and then walked over to stockholm’s city hall :) the moment we saw the skyline, we fell in love with stockholm. the weather was pretty nice too. stockholm is so beautiful with water, greenery, castles, and modern architecture everywhere. it’s perfect. walking past the arches of city hall to the lawn area took my breath away. it was gorgeous. we took lots of pictures and then kevin got a snow globe from the gift shop. i was feeling bleh because kevin is really bad at taking pictures so i never really ask because i have really high expectations for pictures of myself LOL. so he took pictures of me and i was disappointed about it, but also the fact that i don’t know how to pose for pictures anymore and i think i look pretty bad when i’m not the one taking the picture of myself / selfies. idk. sigh. i apologized to him and explained to him and he said he’ll try better and i said that i’ll try to be more understanding.

after city hall, we walked to the royal palace. as we were walking, we were trying to compare stockholm to a city in the states. i think we finally came to agreement that it’s a cleaner san francisco, which is probably why i love it so much. there are a bunch of inclines everywhere but the city is still larger than sf. there’s so much to see and so many directions to walk in ahha. well, we found out that there were 4 museums inside the palace itself and we started with the treasury and saw some real crowns, orbs, and scepters. i bought a small crown pin for my book bag. then we saw the royal apartments and stopped by the lunch plaza for a slice of lemon cheesecake and the most authentic freshly squeezed orange juice i’ve ever had in my life. then i walked around trying to find the bathroom and then kevin and i walked through the tre kronor museum (not that interesting -- history and architecture of the old building vs new) and also stopped by the antiquities section. after that, we looped back to the gift shop and spent a good amount of time there. i got some crown money clips as souvenirs and then we headed into old town!

there were so many cute small shops, artist galleries, and cafes. there were a lot of narrow cobblestoned walkways and colorful houses. i knew we made it to stortorget when we saw a man playing the piano beautifully and a ton of seats available to sit and listen to him. stortorget is the middle of old town where there is always something happening. :) we walked a bit more, took more pictures, and then kevin was getting hungry so we walked all the way to a restaurant called, ‘meatballs for the people.’ we got sat at the bar right away and then got some lingonberry juice and water. mmmm, the juice was so refreshing and delicious. it’s sweeter than cranberry juice but reminds me a lot of it. we both ordered deluxe swedish meatballs. i got pork and beef and kevin got deer meat. the deer meat had a lot of texture to it that i liked. this meal was flipping delicious. this was my favorite meal in stockholm. we got the buttery mashed potatoes and actual lingonberries. i was stuffed. kevin kept joking that we should eat there again for dinner...

we ended the day by going to monteliusvagen, the best place to get a view of the entire city. it was quite a walk but stockholm is beautiful so we didn’t mind at all. there was this one rain cloud that kept following us though? LOL it was really funny. we outran it at one point and it kept coming back to us... when it did, it just annoyingly drizzled instead of actually raining. xD we took some twists and turns and went up some hills but when we got there, it was totally worth it. we called it a day after because we wanted to go grocery shopping. we stopped at ‘cheesecake palace’ because kevin needed to use the bathroom. he got a slice of key lime cheesecake while i went and peed. i needed to pee first but kevin went ahead and went first so i was a bit upset at him x__x but we figured it out as we got to the bus stop. it started to rain...finally... and then we went into the grocery store, coop. we were confused because we only saw packaged goods like a walgreens... so we bought some toothpaste and i got disposable razors and walked back to the apartment. kevin was confused so he looked the store up on yelp and it was definitely a grocery store. so we rested for a bit and then went back and there was definitely a grocery store, except it was downstairs and all of the sale pots and plants blocked our view of the escalator... we bought some red and yellow peppers, potatoes (i kept saying tomatoes LOL), tomatoes, and once we decoded the labels, chicken thighs. i bought some strawberry cheesecake oreos, a marabou oreo chocolate bar, and some polly’s chocolate pieces. we also got sour cream and onion waffle chips.

the self-checkout system here is wonderful. you have a machine to weigh and label your produce. you just scan the stuff, and then you scan the receipt to exit if you used self-check out. it’s so high tech! anyway, i just started snacking like crazy when we got back. i felt bad but i was like meh at the same time. kevin watched some dota games, i was online watching videos, going on snapchat and instagram too. kevin decided to cook really late so we split one chicken thigh (they were tiny) and then went to sleep at like 1 or 2 am.

03: i think we left the house at 12 pm after eating tomatoes and eggs with toast and butter. i love this breakfast lol. we walked to the stockholm public library; the library was kind of underwhelmingly small, but it had the cool circular bookshelf alignment going on. then we walked over to the spelmuseum, the one museum here that i really wanted to go to! the spelmuseum is a gaming museum so i was so excited to bring kevin here. it’s small and tucked away, but when you enter, there is a projection on the wall of space invaders that you can play along with some images of the creators. they display all of the old gaming devices and had a few games to play. we played pacman, metal slug, the boxing game, street fighter, and this tennis game. lol i beat kevin in the tennis game so badly at first but then he beat me in the next one because i kept holding the left direction button for some reason ahahah. we tried playing breath of the wild but kept killing ourselves from falling and then we played this really fun two player game similar to metal slug, but i don’t remember what it was called... kevin played super mario 64 and they also had my warioware game to play and pokemon sun! we spent like 2-3 hours there ofc. kevin had a lot of fun. we do wish it was bigger though. kevin got a cute af yoshi mug there and we got a pixel art kit of snorlax too. jkdfnskd fave museum in stockholm. kevin went to use the washroom so i played a ton of space invaders while waiting. i was so close to beating the high score but i kept losing :( merp merp.

we walked to birger jarl’s passage, which was pretty close by. it was a pretty short passage lol but it was fancy af. it’s a passage that leads to all of the name brand stores like gucci, louis vuitton, etc. but the whole street is shopping central. we stopped by & other stories to see if they had the suede kitten heel pump ingrid recently showed on her youtube channel. kitten heels are definitely something i will wear from now on due to my feet. they didn’t have it but i shopped around and decided not to get anything because the whole tax refund process is too difficult and all the stuff was pretty expensive. plus, i could buy online and ship to the states. we stopped by a chain called, ‘joe and the juice’ to get a bite to eat. we’ve seen this chain all over copenhagen and stockholm and i regret that we didn’t find it sooner?! their juices are delicious and so are their sandwiches. we got the immunity and sex me up juice and two of the joe’s sandwiches. their sandwiches are on harder and thinner pieces of bread but it’s so good. i’m totally in love with this chain and there’s only one in new york in the states. lol. anyway, we walked over to the bus stop to get to skansen open air zoo~

it was a short and nice bus ride. we got there at around 4 pm so we were just in time to see a few of the old town houses. we saw a glassmaker, furniture maker, baker, and etc. it was just ok. maybe it’s livelier when it’s not closing time? after walking around the village (workers here show how swedish people lived 100 years ago so it’s like a small town environment), we went straight to the zoo. we saw elk, brown bears (!!!), reindeer, a really fat seal (LOL), wolves (!!!), and a wolverine (didn’t know these existed). we didn’t pay for the aquarium / amphibians so after that, we went to the amusement park area where there were 2 different drops and one seat twirler that moved up into the sky the highest (higher than the drop). kevin and i weren’t about it so we left through the turnstiles; this is where i got injured lol. it was a very wide turnstile so i thought kevin would wait for me to come in and then push, but i thought wrong and so my arm got squished and so did my boob. mmm, my arm is now bruised lol. kevin was really apologetic though x_x; we went into the museum shop and didn’t find anything so we took a couple buses to get back to the apartment. we would come back to see king’s garden and strandvagen later in the day.

we got back right in time for dinner. kevin reheated the chicken and made peppers with roasted potatoes. it was a delicious home-cooked meal :) i think we really needed a break from buying food. we ended up not going out. i wasn’t heart broken or anything though because we can always come back! also, the king’s garden is super large and just a meeting place / park and strandvagen is a street with a bunch of fancy houses overlooking the water. so, i didn’t mind. i think my stomach also got super bloated so staying in was the best option. i was full and happy and we had wifi. again, we went to sleep at like 1 or 2 am.

04: today was the final full day we had in stockholm and we took it super easy. lol i think we left the apartment at 1 pm or something to hop on the train to get to telefonplan. yes, that is an area in stockholm... we walked over to the climbing gym, klattercentret, that nluu told kevin about and went in. there was a nice small vegan cafe there and a ton of seating. i spent some time taking pictures of kevin and then i just chilled on my phone or kevin’s laptop. the gym area was filled with intimidating people so i just chilled out while kevin climbed. he said the closer you got to the rocks, the more it smelled like feet LOL. the air away from the rocks didn’t stink at all though. there were a ton of babies here tooo~ so cute. i got the cheapest tea here for 20 sek. kevin got the guys some souvenirs from here after climbing. then we took the train home. we could have gone to skyview, but after reading more reviews and stuff, it didn’t seem worth it. people said the view from the place we went on the first day had a better view. it is the world’s largest spherical place though... so maybe we’ll see it when we come back (: haha.

this is the part when kevin and i both doze off on the bus and we miss our stop so we have to take a bus back lol. the signage to transfer buses is not very clear here... we had to look for a connecting bus and only found it when we saw the bus stop at the location so we missed the first one. oh wells. haha. it’s a good thing the buses are always on time here and the wait for them is never long. kevin showered and i called (i did pay 20 cents for 1 minute) to make sure this thai massage place had openings today. we walked on over to ‘samruai thai massage’ (it was super close by) and got a massage right away. lol these ladies saw my boobs and massaged super closely to my vagina, but they were nice and didn’t make me feel uncomfortable. this massage overall was bomb. she massaged my arms like they have never been massaged before. i didn’t even know i had tiny tiny muscles like that all over my body. my neck has been really tight this whole trip so sometimes i would get headaches from looking at my phone or ipad so this helped a lot. we left very refreshed, relaxed, and hungry.

i found a nearby japanese place called, ‘matsu’ and their prices were cheaper than most restaurants here. kevin and i thought we were gonna get small af portions so we ordered a dragon roll, gyoza, yakiniku, and yakisoba. lol, when our yakiniku and yakisoba came out, we knew we over-ordered. LOL. it was so delicious though. we just sucked up all the delicious rice / noodles and beef. then our dragon roll came, and these were the biggest rolls i have ever seen in my life. we devoured all of that first and then came the gyoza -- there were 10 of them. they must have thought we were fat asses. we managed to finish the gyoza, roll, and more than half of each entree. then we took it home and kevin finished his yakisoba. i tried finishing my yakiniku but ended up throwing it away in the morning. our stomaches were not happy after stuffing ourselves too much. i spent the rest of the night gassy, bloated, and a bit nauseous tbh. i ate waaay too much. we also slept at like 1 am, which was waaay too late for our flight tomorrow morning at 8 am.

05: needless to say, we were dead in the morning. we packed everything up last night and made sure we didn’t leave anything in the morning. we woke up at 5:30 am... kevin called an uber because the bus would have taken another 10 minutes to come, and when the guy dropped us off, he laughed at kevin for closing the door in my face LOL. he joked that kevin wasn’t awake yet in swedish / poor english. :P we hopped onto the arlanda express only to sit with talkative af people -__-” we were tired and not having it. we were thankful when we got to the airport stop. there was a bit of a wait to check in and everything but we made it and stopped by ‘joe & the juice’ right away. kevin got immunity and we both got sandwiches. i wanted their granola / acai bowl but they were out. :( after eating, we used the bathroom and then boarded right away. i freaked out a bit because we were supposed to start boarding at 7:30 am but kevin was still in the bathroom, i think. he apparently had no wifi in the bathroom so i didn’t know where he was. luckily, he got out right after and boarding didn’t start yet. 

we got on the flight and we just tried sleeping the entire 3-hour flight. i think we managed to get in a good 2 hours at least. we got to iceland and then really needed to pee. kevin got pulled into a random security check LOL so i waited at first and then i had to go so i went downstairs to use the bathroom and met him near the gate. kevin has taken a liking to hot dogs so he got one for second breakfast, i got an english breakfast bowl from ‘mathus’, and we got a chicken baguette for the flight. again, the lines were crazy and we had to board via the tarmac so the process was a bit slow. kevin ate his hot dog in line and we finished the english breakfast bowl together. i really like the beans! there were also sausages, an egg, and bacon in there too. mmm, it was very filling. we both ko’d at the beginning of the flight for like 30 minutes and then kevin started watching ‘skyfall 007′ and i found a romantic movie called, ‘flipped.’ i’m glad i watched it because it was a pretty great movie. i really enjoyed it. it’s about a girl who falls in love with a kid who moved into her neighborhood in 2nd grade and what happens when she ‘flips’ and doesn’t like him anymore. it was a really cute and heartfelt movie. there’s a lot more than cliche love to this movie.

kevin basically watched his movie the entirety of the flight and said it wasn’t worth it LOL. he started playing pokemon while watching too. i watched ‘slumdog millionaire’ next. i actually have not seen the movie until now. i think it was pretty intense and great but the ending kind of cheapened the story. it didn’t really build up to anything. by that time, we had 20 minutes to land. my stomach wasn’t feeling so great after such a long flight and beans, but we made it. it was my first time going through customs and filling out the form before landing too. it was an easy process to go through because we didn’t bring in any fresh produce and stuff. we finally got our luggage and waited for the silver line~ the t took forever but we finally got home at like 2:30 pm, ordered burgers from kkatie’s burgers, showered, and picked up our food. it was pretty humid in boston and a bit rainy. i guess we bring the rain everywhere we go ;( after stuffing ourselves with fries and burgers, kevin drove us to spectacles where i got to pick up my glasses. it was really busy today so paul just adjusted my glasses for me and then sent me off.

we stoppped by roche bros to get fruit and then went back home to rest and unpack. i had to do some cleaning because my tea tree oil bursted in my bag :( but other than that, i just put everything in the laundry and put away our food stuff and souvenirs. i spent the rest of the evening digesting the food and looking into & other stories, uniqlo, and thredup. after seeing how everyone dressed in copenhagen and stockholm, i want to revamp my wardrobe. i also love my new glasses and how they look on me. there is no chromatic abberation and i see perfectly through them. so i have an updated accessory that fits my face and i love to wear. anyway, i purchased two pairs of wide ankle pants from uniqlo and started filling up my thredup basket. i’m not sure if i should go ahead and buy more clothes or just try to work with what i have right now. :/ hmmm. i talked with daniel for a bit and then worked on paying back kevin for travel stuff and paying students loans and documenting that in my spreadsheet. kevin and i both ko’d at around 11:30 pm because we were tired af. i can’t believe we stayed up that long tbh. i only got like 5 hours of sleep or so. my stomach wasn’t feeling so great either so i took meds and then went to sleep.

[END COPENHAGEN / STOCKHOLM VACATION ]

06: we woke up at 8 am and stayed in bed until 9 am. then we had breakfast and i started updating my tumblr. not sure if i should buy from thredup yet, but i’m still thinking about it. kevin gamed a bit after breakfast and then we meal planned around noon. it’s weird being back home to the normal routine. my stomach is feeling better but not 100% healed. we went grocery shopping and then cleaned the fridge, put away the luggage, did laundry, and i kept thinking about thredup lol. i managed to figure out with the help of friends and kevin, what to buy. i finally bought my first thredup box :) then i did some more internet errands and packed for tomorrow. kevin went to cook and i folded the clothes and then i did a 15 minute low-impact workout before eating. after digesting for a bit, i did a 20 minute low-impact workout and then went to shower. i was really tired... i was falling asleep during my workout even though it was only 10 pm. i watched some youtube videos before going to sleep at like 11:30 pm. zzzz. it was a very uneventful but well-needed rest day.