#do u think that when she walks the bells in her hat jingle

[crystalchespin]

round and round

i wanted to doodle her...... excuse the messy lineart

[raynehmms]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏

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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

You wake up out of your sleep, just getting to bed after your long ass shift at Chili’s. “There’s no way” you roll your eyes as you answer your phone, your best friend’s name displaying. “I can tell you were rolling your eyes.” She squints her eyes at you, “Yeah cuz u were on a date what happened?” You laugh lightly your red silk bonnet eliminating in the light of your phone. She rolls her eyes at the question. “First of mind yours.” You laugh and sit up in your silk lined blanket falling off your body to your waist. “Ill mind mine when you actually get somewhere. How long have you been moping round bout a nigga that cheated on you?? I love you but this has to stop. Like immediately.” You stare into her eyes and watch as she looks down her eyebrows furrowed as tears threaten to prick her eyes. “And don’t you start crying again, go take a shower and go to bed I’ll call you tomorrow okay?” She sniffs a little “you right I’ll talk to you later byeee” you hang up the phone and put it on the charger falling back asleep. You wake up a little late, realizing that you rush to get up, having the opening shift after closing was hard as hell but you need the money so…who are you to complain? You take a quick shower and throw on a fresh uniform rushing out your house and damn near sprinting to your bus stop making sure not to miss the bus.

Couple hours later…

“Y’all niggas need to hurry up fo I leave y’all ass.” Ony says closing his car door. “You ain’t gon leave us.” Connie laughs. “Wanna bet?” Ony adjusts his hat and sunglasses as walks up to the Chilis , the rest of the group following behind. Adorning the same hat and glasses as he did. The bell jingles above the door as they walk in immediately getting bombarded with noise of families and waitresses rushing around the busy restaurant. “Hi how many people?” You say not looking up from the tablet In front of you already hearing the jingle. “Uhh 5 people, can we get a table away from people.” He lowers his head, his hat coving the view of his face. “”Weirdo”” you think, “well right now we are kind of busy so it’ll be hard for me to find a table away from people.” You look up at him and sigh, the tines from working to closing the previous night and opening this morning were hitting you like a truck. “We have a table it’s not clean right now but as soon as it is I’ll let you know. Can I get a name and number?” You look at him. “Uhhh well just go to table right now and you can clean it when we get over there.” You scoff, “that’s not my job sir, but whatever you like.” You shrug your shoulders and grab 5 menus and walk them to a dimly lit table in the corner of the restaurant. “I’ll be back give me a minute please.” You walk away as they sit down and ask the busser to clean the table and let the waiter know you sat a group in their section. You walk back up to the hostess booth, in the process walking past their table. “Aye can we get some water over here??” Connie yells a little. “Aye shit the fuck up, you the reason we got caught last time.” Jean rolls his eyes. You sigh and walk back over to them. “Sure by waiter will be with you shortly, anything else.” Annoyance lacing your tone. “Damn she fine asf.” Jean whispers just enough for you to hear making you roll your eyes. It also causes most of the group to look up at you. Ony’s eyes widened before settling back in the street outside. He speaks up. “Nah that's it, I wouldn't want to waste yo time.” You huff as you walk away walking to the waitress in that section, Aj. “Can you get table 14 some water so they can stop bothering me?” “You okay?” She asked, concerned. “Yea my head hurts a little, I’ll be ight almost time for me to go anyways.” You walk away and go back to the hostess area, sitting there doing nothing to your relief besides saying bye to the passing customers that are leaving the restaurant. After 2 hours or so you finally see the last group before you clock out and walk towards the hostess desk, Ony stopping before he walks out. “My bad for all the bs they be on. Can I get yo number? Maybe I can repay you or sum?” You laugh sarcastically. “Nah you good, have a nice night though.” You gesture towards the door not looking up, and clocking out via the tablet in front of you. And you walk away.

To clock out and grab your coat and bag from the locker, locking it after and walk out the staff entrance looking up at the bright sun as you slip your headphones into your ear and plug them into your phone playing the same playlist you’ve listened to since you were in middle school, and take out a pre roll you’ve had in your small ouch you keep in your bag for times of feeling down and drained like now. You walk to an abandoned park near your house and light your blunt while sitting on a bench away from the eye of people.

As you inhale you think of all the things that frustrated you that day, causing you to clench you unoccupied hand in anger, as you exhale you let it all go, realizing you have so much left of your day to be dwelling on stupid people with bland taste buds, you would know, you’ve tried the food at your job and to say there was no black people as cooks was obvious due to the unseasoned food they gave you. You put the blunt to your lips and continue smoking, not paying attention to the nature surrounding you, in your own world waiting for the bad memories to become numb to you, and the blissfulness to take over.

Word count: 1058

A/N- FIRST CHAPTER ngl I did take some inspiration from a Wattpad book I read a couple weeks ago cuz it was stuck in my head but nothing is completely direct (strike out by AMPj101 on wp)

[firebuug]

heheheehe oc questions: 13 14 16 47 38?

HAIII thank u for da questions under the cut in case i go insane

13. which oc drops the hydroflask in class?

I ANSWERED THIS DJKHAKJASH farrow does. julian too except he just keeps knocking it over on accident and farrow drops it to cause noise

14. which oc makes their bed every morning? which one thinks it’s a waste of time?

leesihan is a strong believer that making your bed is an important first task in the morning so that even if you accomplish nothing in the day you can at least say youve made your bed and completed something the moment u wake up. eva tries to make it every morning because he cant stand being seen as someone who doesnt care about it. julian and griffin are the someones who dont care about it. out of salem gang, gene oz buggy mari and mendel all try to make their beds every day and the rest dont really care that much

16. which oc has the most admirers?

URHHMMMM probably valcez from lobcorp and band farrow..barrow because he forced his way into people's eyes and valcez because she's just genuinely talented on the battlefield and has that "oooo mysterious silent aura" about her when rlly shes just some guy thats quiet. also because griffin's love counts as like 29847912913 guys. possibly julian because he just meets a lot of people and is usually very chill and playful with the people he befriends and still manages to hold ground and be a good leader in conflict, downside is a lot of people probably cannot stand him too fhdkdkja

i am assuming 47 was 37 :D which oc has the best handwriting? the worst?

gene and mendel hands down have the worst handwriting known to man, farrow's and narae's is painful to read but still somewhat legible, gene is a doctor and shorthands so many words and mendel has russian cursive disease so its a headscratcher

alternatively i feel like julian, eva, buggy n dexter all have really good handwriting. dexterwrites in a straight up font, julian had to force himself to write as legibly as possible to have his death reports be legible to as many people as possible, eva wants to be legible, and buggy just was a good noodle in writing class

38. drop a fun fact about your oc!

ohohugh....fun fact narae's hat jingles every time he walks and he's fine with it but gets so mad if anyone points it out. eva took out the jingly part of the bell using nothing but raw fed-upness and determination because people kept calling it cute and he cannot stand the constant jingling behind his head. griffin has a laetitia hat ingame as well (i just do not draw her with it) but she would love the jingle SO much and just shake her head around constantly to hear it. leesihan and julian love their friends' jingling and julian was probably one of the people to make eva cut it out because of how much he said he thought it was adorable kkjhjafjksasd

[master-sass-blast]

Gifted.

*tosses escapism fic into the void* yeet.

Summary: You and Piotr go Christmas shopping and enjoy the holiday season. 

That's it. That's all that's happening. You're welcome.

Pairing(s): Piotr Rasputin x Reader and mentioned Illyana Rasputin x Kitty Pryde.

Rating: G.

Word Count: 2k precisely.

Set after “It’s Truly Magical.”

A/N: On the off-chance someone asks or is worried, yes, there are no mentions of masks or social distancing in this fic. That's because, in this fic, there is no COVID (ergo, no need for masks and such). I'm just not dealing with it in my fanfic as well. I won't. You can't make me.

Wear your fucking masks irl pls and thank u.

Taglist:  @marvel-is-perfection, @chromecutie, @girl-obsessed-with-things, @super-darkcloudstudent, @dandyqueen, @leo-writer

“What a bright time, it's the right time/ To rock the night away/ Jingle bell time is a swell time/ To go glidin' in a one-horse sleigh…”

You inhale deeply, then smile. The smells of fresh pretzels and pine –the latter is likely a fake scent that the stores use, but it’s still good—tantalize your nose. You tuck your hat and gloves in your purse, then look over at your husband. “Where all are we going?”

“Ah…” Piotr scans his list –which has notes on which stores to check and what order the stores are laid out in the mall, so as to streamline things. “Kitty said she did not want gifts because she does not celebrate Christmas, so we are just shopping for… my family and Russell. You said you already bought gifts for your dad and Wade?”

“Yup,” you say with a grin. Nate’s easy to shop for –ammo, clothes, and the odd book or two are usually all he want—and for Wade you just find the weirdest stuff listed on Amazon. “And I already sent my uncle a gift from us, so we don’t have to worry about him.”

Piotr nods, ‘hmm-ing’ as he makes a note on his list. “Okay.” He mumbles in Russian under his breath, then says, “Mama had no list this year; I think we start with her first since figuring out gift will take longer.”

“That’s fine. Where should we start?”

“I think bookstore is best bet. From there, we can stop by Hot Topic and candle shop for snezhinka, then Game Stop for Mikhail.”

“Sounds good.” You link your arm through his and smile up at him. “Lead the way, babe.”

 ***

 You glance between the piles of books on the table, then at your husband, who looks like he’s about to pull his hair out. “Do you think that, just maybe, you’re overthinking this? Just a little?”

“This is important,” Piotr insists as he skims through books from various areas of Barnes and Noble –cooking, history, fiction; he’d grabbed at least one book from nearly every section. “She has specific tastes. Cannot be just any old book.”

You purse your lips together. You don’t doubt that Alexandra has particular tastes in reading material –as a woman from her walk in life is bound to have—but you’re also certain that she wouldn’t want her son driving himself insane just to pick a present for her. You sit down next to Piotr and gently put your hand on his arm. “Sweetheart. She’s going to like whatever you get her.”

“Not necessarily. I have seen her toss many books aside with scoff and never pick them up again.”

“Okay, why?”

He shrugs. “Realism. She thinks some authors are ‘too indulgent’ or ‘too unrealistic.’”

“Alright, so maybe we leave out the crime and romance stuff,” you suggest, setting the few books he’d grabbed from those areas aside. “What does she like to do?”

Piotr goes quiet. His expression grows ashen as he contemplates the question. “I… don’t know.”

“Does she like to cook? Or draw? Or watch certain types of shows or movies?”

“I don’t know,” he repeats, more insistent. “She…” He sighs. “She never sits still. I don’t think any shows or movies interest her. When I was child, she always worked. On farm, taking care of animals, helping workers, making food, balancing accounts, translating letters and schoolwork… I never saw her rest. Do something for herself.”

You let out a soft snort. “Maybe a book on meditation.”

Piotr rolls his eyes, grinning. “Perhaps not.”

“Who does she like to be around, then?”

“Otets.” Piotr smiles when the answer comes easily. “She and my father” –he holds up two crossed fingers—“are like this. Aside from siblings and me, I think he is only person she is really close to.”

“Alright, maybe a cookbook, then. That’d give them something to do together.”

Piotr nods, then starts looking through the cookbooks he’d picked. “Question is, which one?”

“Well, we know she likes to stay busy and keep moving. Maybe something that’d challenge their skills? Something they haven’t tried?” You hold up a book boasting ‘rich and authentic Middle Eastern recipes.’ “This could be good. I think they’d have access to most of the ingredients, here in New York.”

He nods again, then sets the aforementioned book aside before checking over the other ones. “I think…” He lifts a hardcover thriller novel off the table. “She likes mysteries. This one has good reviews… maybe…”

You gently take the book from his hands and set it atop the Middle Eastern cookbook. “I think it’s a great choice.”

He smiles, then kisses your cheek. “Spasibo, myshka.”

 ***

 “Bozhe moi.”

You giggle as the two of you step over the threshold of the Yankee Candle store, only for Piotr to recoil and take a step back. “You good there, baby?”

He presses his fingers against the sides of his nose. “Is like… assault of smells.”

“I know.” You inhale deeply, them flash him an impish smile. “Isn’t it great?” 

Piotr groans, still rubbing his sinuses. “Do you mind—”

“I’ll find a candle for Illyana. Wanna meet up in Gamestop?”

“Spasibo, dorogoy.”

You blow him a kiss, then head into the candle store. You take a couple minutes to peruse the holiday display at the front of the store –and grab a couple votives for you and Piotr to enjoy—before heading towards the back of the store, where all the shelves of their regular candles are. You pause to smell your favorites –seriously, the McIntosh apple one never fails to make your mouth water—before taking a step back to survey your options. Alright, what to get for a mildly angsty, queer Russian goth?

It’s not as straightforward as it sounds (har har). Illyana’s an enigma, much like her mother. She’s quiet, keeps to herself, and doesn’t usually bother with convention.

Do I go for aesthetic? You pick up a pitch black candle labeled “Midnight Forest” and give it a cursory sniff. Ugh, smells like ass. No, thank you.

You also have to consider that whatever you get is likely going to be smelled by Kitty, too. As much as Illyana marches to the beat of her own drum, she’s surprisingly conscientious of her bubbly, energetic girlfriend.

Maybe something natural? Like the farm? You try a few options, wrinkling your nose after each sniff. God, what is it with the fresh scents and smelling heinous? You debate texting Piotr and dragging him back in here, if only so you’re certain you’ll get something Illyana would like—

And then it hits you over the head like a brick.

She’s gonna use these for meditation. You head down the rows of shelves, grab a jar labeled “Vanilla,” and give it a smell. Perfect. Not too strong, not too bland. You grab a lavender scented tumbler (for relaxation), then snag a pink one that smells like the perfume Kitty favors on a hunch it’ll be a hit.

By the time you pay for yours and Illyana’s candles, Piotr’s already waiting outside the Gamestop for you, bag in hand.

He eyes your bulging bags, eyebrow raising in trepidation. “Why…”

“Look, it’s your fault for abandoning me,” you say before he can point out your lack of self-control. “You know I’m weak for candles.”

Piotr snorts, then sighs. “Fair enough.” He nods and makes approving noises when you show him the picks you made for Illyana, then shows you what he grabbed for Mikhail.

“‘Mister Mosquito?’” You nearly double over laughing. “What even is this?”

“He wanted ‘weird video game,’” Piotr says, shrugging one shoulder. “I figure this should do.”

“He’s gonna love it,” you reassure your husband. “That’s weird as shit.” You start strolling along the main hall of the mall –and then your stomach rumbles. “Can we get pretzels?”

“Da, myshka,” Piotr chuckles, “we can get pretzels.”

 ***

 “There'll be parties for hosting/ marshmallows for toasting/ and caroling out in the snow/ there'll be scary ghost stories/ and tales of the glories of/ Christmases long, long ago…”

“It’s the most! Wonderful time! Of the year!” you sing along as you rip another chunk off your pretzel. You smile to yourself as you admire the glittering, twinkling decorations decking the food court. “How’s your pretzel?”

“Very tasty.” Piotr dips a bite of his pretzel in some mustard, pops it in his mouth, then swallows before wiping his fingers on a napkin. “I think we only have handful of stops left.”

“Couple of sweaters for your dad… weird socks and-or scarves for Mikhail…” You lean over, reading off the list in his hand (which is written in a mixture of Russian and English). You take another bite of pretzel, then tap on a portion of blended “Russi-nglish” that you can’t decipher. “What’s that?” you ask once your mouth is clear.

“Random gift options,” he translates. “For filling out presents, stockings, that sort of thing.” He touches the tip of his index finger to the page, moving down the list in order. “Chocolate, books, gift cards. Guaranteed hits, essentially.”

“Ooh, I could go for some chocolate.”

Piotr snorts. “You just had pretzel. And this is for others, myshka.”

“If it’s in the car with me, I make no promises.”

He laughs, then makes an extra note on his list. “Safety chocolate… for myshka. Got it.”

 ***

 “Here, dorogoy.”

“Oh, thank you!” You smile as Piotr takes some of the excess bags from your hands, shifting them so he can carry them (which, with his strength and the size of his hands, is no problem at all). You amble along next to him, admiring the various pop-up stands boasting games, calendars, and Christmas-themed treats. “Is there anywhere else we need to stop?”

“I believe we have everything.”

“And I’m guessing we need to head home so we can make dinner?”

“That would be best, da.” Piotr looks down at you, expression curious. “Why? There is somewhere you wish to stop?”

“Eh, not really,” you say with a shrug. “I just like coming to the mall during this time of year. The decorations, the music, the extra stands and seasonal gifts… It just makes me happy.”

“Aah, khorosho. I understand. We can come back later for date, if you like. Take time to walk around and admire stores.”

You grin up at him. “I’d like that.”

The two of you make to head out of the mall, back to the parking lot—

And then Piotr veers towards the right.

“Where are we going?” you ask, giggling as he leads you towards the bookstore. “I thought we already got everything we needed from here?”

He winks at you. “Trip is not complete yet. Not with hot chocolate, anyway.”

You grin and let him guide you over to the café in the bookstore.

Piotr gets you situated at a table near the expanse of windows at the front of the shop. He leaves your bags with you, then leads up at the counter to order your drinks.

You smile, lovestruck as you gaze over at him. How did I get so lucky? You lean back in your seat, taking a moment to admire the snow falling outside before checking out the decorations throughout the store…

Which is when you realize that there’s mistletoe hanging over your table.

You chuckle to yourself. Perfect.

“You are in good mood,” Piotr comments as he returns with two cups of hot chocolate.

“Of course, I am,” you admit with a broad grin. “I’ve got you. And tradition’s on our side.”

Piotr’s smile turns quizzical. He cocks his head to the side, staring at you for a moment, then looks up when you point towards the ceiling. “Ah,” he chuckles, “yes. That is good reason to be happy.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” You hook your finger under the collar of his shirt and gently tug him towards you. “Come here, handsome.”

He lets out a soft, happy giggle and bends down to kiss you.

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Ready now; Queen x reader

*Author’s note*

To the anon who requested this from way back when, I first wanna thank you for being SUPER PATIENT with me.  I was going through a lot at the time you sent the request but I am slowly but surely getting through them. Eventually once I get the chance, I may open requests back up again.

Now there’s not really any serious warnings other than swearing, fluff, and angst.  I hope you all enjoy this fic and until next time stay safe, stay healthy, stay positive.

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*Oklahoma city, Oklahoma, 1976*

It was like every other Wednesday night at COWBOY’S.  The live dancing, bull riding, and of course the famed karaoke night.  I’ve been coming to this club for as long as I can remember, in fact I think I was a kid when I first came here.  It was to see my mama sing for karaoke night and of course my dad is known around here as the world champion bull rider.

He kept that title from the time he was 16 up till just before I was born.  And because of his reputation, I (and I hate to admit it) but I get special treatment every time I go to Cowboy’s.  In fact the current owner, he was my dad’s longtime friend and fellow bull riding competitor.

As I walked inside I could already see the place was packed with people.  Line dancing and really lighting up the dancefloor making this club a real Hoedown. I first went up to the bar and there running it was the owner’s son, Jensen.  He and I go way back, even though he’s like seven years older than me, he treats me like his little sis.  Always keeping the boys away.

“Well, well, well, well, well. Look who walked in. It’s the singing sensation (Y/n) (L/n). Can I just say I am a huge fan of yours!” He teased me at the end.

“Oh Jensen stop it. You know I’m not famous yet.”

“Not yet, but you will be soon.”

“I’m not so sure.”

“Okay hang on, let me get your usual and then you spill your guts.” He walked away and got my usual beer and filled it almost up to the rim.  He slid it towards me and he said as he leaned up against the bar, “Alright now talk.” I took a sip of my beer before saying.

“What if no one likes my song?”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Jens you know as well as I do that no one really sings original pieces here. It’s always covers of famous songs, and the last time someone did do an original he was booed off the stage.”

“First off, his song sucked and he kept screwing up on the guitar. So of course he was thrown off the stage. But you—you’ve got a serious talent in song writing. And your voice—baby girl the only other female singer I can compare you to here was your mom.”

“You really think so?”

“Coming from a Texas man forced to move here when we first met, you’re bout the only good thing in this one horse town. Hell you’re way better than just sticking right here. Especially since—well you know.”

“I know. It’s……it’s been rough. Ever since the car crash mama’s been—well not herself lately. Music is bout the only thing I can do to make her happy.”

“So you get up on that stage and knock these cow-folks right off their boots. Now go relax on the dance floor and I’ll let my old man know you’re here.”

“Thanks Jensen.” I pulled out my wallet to pay for the beer but he stopped me.

“No need, this one’s on my tab tonight. But expect to pay me back once you hit the big time.” I smiled at him and pocketed my wallet back into my jeans.

“Thanks Jensen, you’re like the brother I never had.”

“Someone’s gotta keep an eye on you yah silly little day dreamer.” He teased as he placed his cowboy hat on top of my head, teasingly rocking my head from side to side till I stuck my tongue at him and took another swig of my beer.

I then headed off to the dance floor to cool off (dancing always helped me calm down, especially when it’s with a group of people) and I danced with some of my old friends from high school, just letting my hair down as I danced the first hour of the night away before they would call up the performers for karaoke night.

*3rd Person POV*

Unbeknownst to (Y/n), it was also on that night that the most famous rock and roll band would also be there on that night to see her perform.  Freddie Mercury, Brian May, Roger Taylor, and John Deacon, otherwise known as the band Queen, had just arrived in Oklahoma city to do their two night concert they had scheduled for their “A day at the Races” tour.

To let down some steam and relax after a few days on the road, Freddie had heard about this club from a friend of his and convinced the other three to come along and check it out.  All four of them wearing cowboy hats, so that they wouldn’t stick out like sore thumbs, they entered inside and saw the whole place buzzing.

“Wow, this is even more filled than the Disco club Veronica and I met at.” Said John.

“Well Tony said this was the one place in America where you would get a traditional Southern treatment.” Said Freddie. “And I like it. It’s reputation proceeds itself.” He continued with a smile as he adjusted his hat.

“Remind me again why we had to wear these though?” Roger said.

“Don’t be such a party pooper blondie. Besides you see every man in here. Tony said that everyone in Oklahoma wears cowboy hats. Anyone who doesn’t is automatically labeled a stranger. And I don’t want no Wanted poster of me across the state for refusal to wear a cowboy hat.” Freddie said as he playfully shoved Roger.

“It’s not so bad.” Brian said as he fiddled with the string of his hat.

“You’re just saying that cause you can’t feel it on your head.” Quipped John.

“Alright, alright Deacy darling you’ve had your shot at Bri. Now I don’t want any more brawls tonight. I wanna enjoy this night, you three know how much I love to party. So don’t fuck this up for me.”

“If you wanted that Fred then you should’ve left Roger on the bus.” Brian said.

“You know what yah curly haired space poodle……”

“Gentlemen.” The four of them turned to see an old man around his mid-50’s walk up towards them.  He wore a traditional brown colored cowboy hat, his grey goatee reflected off the lights, and the spurs off his boots jingled with each step. “Now I get it we all need to let off some steam, but if you’re gonna cause any trouble I’m gonna ask you all to leave.”

“No worries my good sir. You must forgive my friend here, he didn’t quite have him fixed yet so his testosterone can run him ragged like one of your bulls.” Freddie sweet-talked the man.

“Watch it Fred!” Roger sneered as he took out a cigarette and lit it up.

“Alright. I’m trusting you to keep an eye on your friend there. I get enough drunks brawling every night here, I don’t need another damage fee added to my billing. Bobby Singer, owner of Cowboy’s.”

“Pleasure to meet you Bobby dear. I heard about this place from a friend of mine and this place does not disappoint.” Freddie praised as he and Bobby shook hands with each other.

“Thank you son. Built this place myself with my own two hands before moving the wife and son up here.”

“How long has this place been here?” asked Brian.

“Well came up here around 51, bought this property at around 53-54 and the doors finally opened by the start of the 60’s so…..about 16 years this club has been around. And she’s still going strong.”

“Impressive.” Freddie praised.

“What kind of drinks do you serve here?” asked Roger.

“Well if you mosey on down to the bar, my son Jensen will lay down everything we got. We mostly do beer but if you can take something stronger, we got that as well. Enjoy yourselves boys.” As Bobby walked away, the boys bid him farewell.

“He seemed nice.” John said.

“A friendly old man, kinda reminds me of Miami. Firm, strict, knows when you’re starting trouble Rog.”

“Watch it Fred.”

“Alright come on, I think we can all do with a drink right now.”

“Yes.”

“Or ten.” the band members walked over to the bar to see Jensen cleaning out a mug.

“Excuse me darling!” Freddie cried out to Jensen.

“Yes can I he—he-ha-ha……oh shit! You’re….you guys are Queen!”

“Yes. I take it you’re a fan of ours?” asked Brian.

“Y-Yeah.” Jensen squeaked.  He then cleared his throat before continuing, “I mean yes. When I first heard Bohemian Rhapsody for the first time, it changed my life on how I look at music. Not even some of my favorite bands can do what you guys do.”

“Well thank you darling. Bohemian Rhapsody was a masterpiece.” Freddie said.

“But a complete nightmare to make.” Roger added in.

“So what can I get for you guys?” asked Jensen.

“What all do you got?” asked John.

“Well you guys actually came on a good day. Wednesday nights are our special’s night. Every drink at half price. We’ve basically got every beer imaginable, but we also do vodka, gin and juice, margaritas. And of course we have the basic water and soda for those sensitive to the strong stuff.”

“Well then my darling, we’ll go ahead and take three of your finest beer and a vodka shot please.” Freddie said.

“Coming right up.” Jensen walked off to prep the drinks for the four young band members.

“He seems like a nice chap.” Brian said.

“He does indeed.” Agreed John.  Before another word could be said, Bobby soon came up on stage and said.

“And that was Carol Anne with ‘Sweet home Alabama’.” The crowd then cheered. “And now ladies and gents, it’s time to be graced by our very own special songbird. Please welcome our very own Southern Belle. (Y/n) (L/n)!” the crowd cheered and it was then the four English rockers soon saw a young woman coming up on stage.

She looked to be about John’s age, maybe a couple years younger.  In her hand was a 12 string acoustic, she got onto the stool and adjusted the mic.

*My POV*

God my nerves were really starting to get the best of me.  What if no one liked the song? Oh god I wish daddy could be here, he always knew just how to calm me down.  I adjusted the mic and plugged in my guitar.

“Hello everyone. I uhh—” I cleared my throat. “Tonight I’m gonna do something a little different than my last few performances. This is an original piece I’ve been working hard on. Hope you all like it.” I turned towards the ensemble band and nodded to them.  They nodded back and as I began playing the opening on my mama’s guitar, Aaron came in with the violin and Jack soon came in with the bass.  

By the chorus, Daniel came in with a soft drum beat and as I passionately sung out the chorus, I could already hear some people cheering or whistling at me.

She was driving last Friday on

Her way to Cincinnati on a

Snow white Christmas Eve Going home to see her mama and her daddy

With the baby in the backseat Fifty miles to go, and she was running low

On faith and gasoline It'd been a long hard year She had a lot on her mind,

And she didn't pay attention She was going way too fast Before she knew it she was spinning on a

Thin black sheet of glass She saw both their lives flash before her eyes She didn't even have time to cry She was so scared She threw her hands up in the air

Jesus, take the wheel Take it from my hands 'Cause I can't do this on my own I'm letting go So give me one more chance And save me from this road I'm on Jesus, take the wheel

*3rd Person POV*

Everyone was involved in hearing (y/n) sing.  Like her mama before her, the adults all whistled and cheered for the young girl for she truly did sound like her mama whenever she sang, maybe even better than her.  But the one most intrigued by her was the leading frontman of Queen.

“Just who is that talented young lady?” Freddie spoke out as (Y/n) played a small instrumental break in the first chorus.

“That there is (Y/n) (L/n). Her parents were known in this club. Her mama for her singing and her dad, God rest his soul, he was the world champion bull rider. She’s got a gift with that voice of hers.” Jensen said as he cleaned out a mug.

“She does indeed.” Freddie muttered in awe as he continued to watch (Y/n) sing the next part of the song.

There was one point of the song where she held out a note so long, it felt like she was running on endless air.  The crowd all hooted and hollered as she held that note before finishing the song.  Everyone soon cheered as loudly as they could while (Y/n) smiled under the spotlight and stood up from the stool and took a bow.

“Wow she was amazing.” Brian praised.

“I’ll say, she held that note for like 10 beats. Not even I can do that.” Roger said.

“Excuse me, Jensen.” Freddie called out.  Jensen who had just gotten done serving another round of drinks for a bachelor party, came back over and said.

“What’s up?”

“Where can we meet that talented young lady?” he asked him.  The other three band members looked at Freddie confused.

“She’ll be out back. That’s where she usually goes when things get too hectic here.”

“Thank you so much darling.” He dowsed the last of his vodka and stood up and walked out of the club with the other three members behind him.

*My POV*

After the performance I went outside to cool off. I stared up at the starry sky and whispered.

“I wish you could’ve seen it daddy. It seems I really wowed everyone tonight.”

“You did more than just that dear.” I froze and slowly turned around and—pinch me I must be dreaming.  Cause right there in front of me stood my all time favorite rock and roll band Queen.  I closed my eyes and shook my head trying to wake myself up from this dream and found that I wasn’t dreaming.

Freddie Mercury, Brian May, John Deacon and Roger Taylor were really right in front of me.

“You—you’re……”

“Yes darling we know who we are. But what I’m more interested in is who you are. How long have you had that lovely voice for?” Freddie said as he came up to me and actually wrapped an arm around me.

“Well I uhh—for a while I guess.”

“And that was an original song you sang back there?” Brian asked.

“Yeah just…..a little something I came up with. Was it bad?”

“Au contraire darling, it was unlike anything we have ever heard. And that’s saying something.” Freddie said.

“Really?”

“Absolutely. The way you managed to have utter control of your voice as you belted out certain words of the song. Only one other person has been able to do that and that’s me.” Freddie bragged.

“Umm hello what about me?” Roger piped in.

“Oh yes you and your dog whistle range. That takes skill too.” I softly chuckled.  Man this was definitely not how I pictured this night would go (well except in my dreams). “Now then (Y/n). How would you like to be an opening number for our concert?” wait what?

“What?” I asked.

“What?” I heard the other three echo back.

“You’ve got the voice, the talent, you are too good for just singing at the clubs. What better way than to finally dive in and take this opportunity.”

“Uhh Fred can we talk to you for a second?” John soon spoke up.

“Just stay tight for a moment (Y/n) dear.” Freddie said as he bopped my nose before walking back towards his bandmates.  Okay what the hell just happened?

*3rd Person POV*

Freddie and the boys walked a few feet away from (Y/n) so that she couldn’t hear them.

“Fred are you crazy right now?” Roger hissed softly.

“What?”

“We can’t just go picking up random singers off the streets and ask them to open up for us!”

“I agree with Roger. No offense, but I don’t think Reid or even our tour manager Bill will go along with this.” Brian added.

“You don’t believe she’s worth giving a shot too?” Freddie asked.

“No, no it’s not about that. She is talented, beyond talented. We just—can’t do something like this. Picking up a random teenager and ask her to leave everything behind for the rest of our tour.”

“They do have a point Freddie. Plus how do we know she even wants this? I mean maybe she just sings for fun. To be honest I never thought we were that serious till our first album went on the shelf.” Deacy said.

“Okay first off that hurts Deacy dear. How dare you think that. And number 2, I have a feeling she does want it. She may not physically show it but there’s something in her eyes that show that she wants a chance at the real spotlight. And who am I to crush a fellow singer’s dream? Especially one as beautiful and adorable as her, just look at her!” they all turned towards her. “Who knows, maybe we’ll get an additional family member in our rag-tag band.”

“Whoa wait hold on now you’re saying we need another person involved with Queen?” Roger snapped.

“I’m thinking broadly Roger dear. Don’t be so dramatic about it darling. Now then, are you three with me?” Brian, Roger and John looked at each other and Deacy was the first to speak up.

“You’ll never let it go either way. I’ll say yes.” Fred smiled before turning to Brian.

“I mean—” he sighed heavily. “Okay fine, she can come with us. But only if her parents say it’s okay.”

“Well blondie?” Fred questioned as he turned to Roger.  Roger sighed heavily and said.

“I’m already ruled-out even if I say no.” Freddie cheered and hugged his bandmates before heading back over to (Y/n) to discuss his brilliant idea.

*My POV. 1 year later*

If you had told me that on the night I would perform my first original piece live before the people at Cowboys and then told me I would soon be standing before Queen, who not only saw me sing but also offered me the chance to perform alongside them, I would’ve called you crazy and laughed in your face.

But it happened.  With Jensen’s and uncle Bobby’s approval I was able to tour the rest of the North American tour with Queen.  I’ll admit it was frightening to perform in front of my first crowd of over 12,000 people, but once I got on that stage and just sang it felt good.

We had just gotten done doing a concert at the Hammersmith Odeon.  As par-celebration we all headed to a nearby pub the guys had rented out for the night and anyone who was involved with the concert was invited to come.

By 1am everyone was either completely drunk and were passed out on the floor, or they were having sex in the bathrooms. Wanting to perk myself up, I went to the restrooms to splash some cold water on my face but before I could walk around the corner toward the sinks I heard some girls talking.

“I mean don’t get me wrong Roger is amazing especially in the sack but why would he allow someone like her on stage?”

“Yeah all those songs she sings are soooooo boring!” I peeked around to see that the girls who were talking were some of Roger’s groupies.

“Queen is just being dragged by that little bitch who can’t sing for shit.”

“All her songs about Jesus or God or whatever. She doesn’t fit with them. I think they just pitied her so she could go on stage and sing her little country songs.” It was a stab to the heart.

I raced out of the bathroom and tried to contain my tears.  But it only got worse from there.  Walking pass the men’s bathroom were a few of the roadies who were talking about me.

“She brings to band down don’t you think? I mean her songs just aren’t up to par with where Queen is at. In fact I’ve seen sales going down at our concerts because of her.”

“Dorothy should’ve just stayed in Kansas singing for pubs. She’s nowhere near concert stadium material.” At that point a few tears ran down my face.

Was I? Was I really that bad? Did the guys really pity me? Was this all a big joke to them? I ran out the back way and just ran down through the streets of London.  

Not caring where I was going, or where I’d end up. I just figured the father I ran, the farther I would be away from those people and their cruel comments.

The next morning I was at my apartment (technically it was Freddie’s old apartment that he and his ex-girlfriend Mary had) lying on the couch holding the couch pillow close to me.  The things that the groupies and even some of the roadies said last night still rang through my head like a church bell.

Maybe I should give it up. I mean after all like they said, no one really listens to me perform.  So I decided to pack up my stuff and go back to America, back to Oklahoma, maybe try to get a job at Cowboy’s or something.  As I was packing up my last bag, the door suddenly opened and I heard Roger’s voice call out.

“Oi (n/n) you here?” shit why did Freddie have to give out spare copies of the keys?

“(Y/n) you in here?” I then heard Deacy’s voice speak up.  Oh great, not one but two of the Queens are here.

“Is everything okay poppet?” Brian’s voice echoed out. Great could this day get any worse?

“Everything’s fine.” I called out to them.  I quickly came out of my room and shut the door before walking towards the living room. “Hey guys what’s up?”

“Well you disappeared from the party last night darling so we came to see just why that was?” Freddie said.

“You didn’t sneak off with anyone last night did yah?” Roger teased.

“No! I—I felt kinda tired after last night’s concert so I just took a cab home.” I gave them a white lie.

“Why didn’t you tell one of us you were leaving? You know how dangerous the streets can be at night.” Roger said as he plopped himself on the couch.

“I’m not some fragile flower Rog. I can handle myself.”

“I know you can. I just can’t help it sometimes, you’ve become like another sister to me, plus Jensen made me promise to keep an eye on you less he shoot me in the arse.” I rolled my eyes as I chuckled.

“(Y/n) dear~” Freddie sang out as he peeked from the hallway. “If you don’t have anyone here, then why is your door shut?” oh shit.  I quickly turned towards him and he just grinned as he raced towards my room.

“Fred no! Don’t!”

“Oh so there is a handsome beast you’re trying to hide from us!” I ran behind him trying to stop him from getting in my room. “Oh-ho-ho this must be serious then, he not dressed or something?”

“No Freddie there’s no guy now please don’t go in my room!”

“Technically it was my room first so I get first—” he opened the door and that’s when he saw the suitcases.  “What’s all this?”

“I didn’t want you guys to see that.”

“So what were you planning on leaving without saying goodbye!?” By now I’ve seen Fred literally explode on some major temper tantrums but this—this wasn’t anger.  This was disappointment, and when Fred lowers his voice, looks you straight in the eye almost to the point where it’s like his eyes are piercing your soul, that really tears you up.

And you never want to make Freddie Mercury disappointed in you.  Cause let me tell you, it is the worst.

“Fred—”

“No, no, no. Please I would like to know as well.” Roger’s voice soon rung out.  I groaned internally as I turned to see the remaining three band members standing right outside my door.

Roger’s eyes glaring right at me with his arms crossed over his chest.  Brian’s eyes in shock at seeing the suitcases, and Deacy—he looked like he was about to cry.

“Well!” Roger snapped impatiently.

“Hey Rog lay off on her will yah?”

“Brian are you not as upset as we are about this?!” Fred asked.  At this point the three hotheads began screaming at each other.  God this was a nightmare!  I was hoping to just leave without any drama and now I’ve done and caused it!  I held my hands to my ears and shut my eyes trying to drown out their shouting and screaming.

Next thing I know I feel a hand on my shoulder. I opened my eyes and there stands Deacy. His eyes soft, not looking at me in anger or disappointment.  He gestured with his head to follow him and the two of us snuck out of my room.

We both sat down on the couch, him sitting close to me as his arm wrapped around me.

“Do you want some tea?” he asked me.  I shook my head no.

“Umm…..I don’t know if I’ve totally ruined this but—could I get a hug?” a soft smile spread across his face and immediately his arms wrapped around me.

“You know you will always get a hug out of me sis.”

Since Deacy and I were the youngest members of the band, we kinda clicked more than the rest.  Guess our shy natures also kinda mixed in together so we kinda had our own special psychic bond with each other.  We always knew what the other was thinking or needed, we would pull the other aside when things got too chaotic (just like now cause I never liked getting or hearing fights).

His fingers stroked through my hair as I adjusted my head so that it rested over his heart.  We sat there in comfortable silence (well besides the still arguing hotheads in my bedroom).

“I’m not good enough for you guys.” I finally confessed.

“What?”

“I—I heard some of Roger’s groupies and even some of your roadies literally talk about how I don’t fit with you guys. That I’m not even that good. Or that you guys just pitied me in order to help me get on stage.”

“I knew those tramps would be trouble.” I heard him mutter.

“But they’re right.”

“No they’re not.”

“Open your eyes Deacy!” I removed myself from his embrace. “My music and Queen’s music they just—don’t mix. I don’t do hard rock songs like you guys do. No rock fans are gonna wanna hear me sing just plain country or folk songs for 20 minutes. They’ll just be going out to get beer or go shag till you guys come up. I’m boring!”

“You’re not boring. Those arseholes are boring. If they can’t withstand a 20minute first act then they shouldn’t even be at one of ours. Because we most certainly perform longer than that.”

“Well you guys give a performance, not just a show. For me; it’s just me and my guitar. I mean yeah there’s people that may like a song or two from mine. Hell you guys allowed me to have a song on A Day at the Races and News of the World. But—in person I’m plain.”

“You’re raw.” I looked up at him confused. “I don’t mean raw in the sense of bad or disgusting. I mean you’re vulnerable. You don’t do the flashy lights, the loud hard rock of drums, or extremely, overbearing, long ass guitar solos.” I couldn’t help but laugh at that. “It’s just you up on that stage. Just you and your guitar.”

“And people should see you as that.” We looked up and finally ceasing their arguments, Freddie, Roger, and Brian now stood there.  Freddie came up behind me, Brian knelt down in front of me, and Roger sat to my right.

“But they don’t.” Freddie began to massage my shoulders.

“Darling when I first heard you sing back in the states, It was like anything I’ve ever heard in a female singer. You have this rawness that can make anything a song. You could write a song about taking the piss and it’d be a hit.” I rolled my eyes.

“More like a flush down the sewers.”

“Oi you need to stop with the negative thinking!” Roger playfully growled as he took my head between his hands and playfully shook it, almost as if he were trying to shake out the negative thoughts out of my head.  I couldn’t help but laugh at his antics as I tried to free myself.

“Cut it our Rog!” I laughed.  He stopped then said as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Forget about what those rotter’s said. Never, ever doubt your talent. Because you have got something that not even Queen could ever have.”

“And just what is that?” I asked doubtfully.

“Rawness. Like John said, it’s just you up on stage. Most of the rockstars like us come up glammed out to the max, prance about the stage and do the headbanging hits. You—you connect with the audience just as yourself. And if people can’t see that, then they’re fools.”

“So you guys didn’t pity me when you asked me to join you guys?”

“Absolutely not! Whoever says that you just tell me and they’ll be dropped like yesterday’s rotten tomatoes.”

“Thanks you guys. I—I really needed that.”

“Hey, you’re part of this family now. We look out for each other.” Brian said as he gently took my hands in his, his thumbs gently stroking the back of them.

“There’s just one last thing that needs to be taken care of to ensure you’re feeling your normal happy self again.” Freddie said.

Oh no. Please not that!  At this point all four of them had the look of evil on their faces.

“No. Guys don’t you dare!”

“Too late lovie, we gotta make sure you’re back to your full-fledged happy self again. And we’ve got Jensen to thank for sharing with us your deep, dark secret.” I tried to make a run for it but it was too late, Brian trapped me in his long arms and soon I was gang tickled by Queen.

A couple weeks after that, we had just gotten done playing an arena in Houston, Texas.  Wiping the sweat off of my forehead (after not only doing a few of my own songs, but also joining alongside Queen playing guitar or piano) I accidentally bumped into someone.

“Oh sorry I—wasn’t paying attention.”

“That’s quite alright. Say you’re the young woman who just performed alongside Queen correct?” this man had a strong Tennessee accent.  From underneath his cowboy hat I could see sandy blonde hair and he had the most striking blue eyes.  He looked to be about his mid-40’s.

“Yes.” I said wearily.

“Oh sorry I know this must seem a bit creepy, please allow me to introduce myself. Stan Singer.” Wait what? Oh my god!

“Wait, Stan Singer? The Stan Singer, manager of Glen Campbell?”

“The very same, you a fan of his?”

“Yeah. My—my daddy first introduced me to him when I was just 5 years old.”

“Man has good taste.” We both laughed. “How long have you been performing with Queen?”

“A year.”

“A year? Now that I don’t believe.”

“Well truthfully I’ve been performing on stage back home in Oklahoma for a few years at a bar a family friend of mine owns. Cowboy’s.”

“No kidding. I was just there last month.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Quite a shindig that place.”

“Oh yeah, it gets crazy some days. But it’s the best place to go to.”

“Listen (Y/n), While I have enjoyed managing Glen and don’t get me wrong he’s a great guy and a great singer. I’m also looking out to see if there’s a next big thing I could help mold. And seeing you up on stage, you’ve got that special little niche in the realm of country singers. How about joining me for lunch so we can discuss a contract.”

“Me? You—you want to sign me up for a record deal?” I asked ecstatically.

“You’ve got something I’ve never heard from any male artist. Here’s my card, just give me a call whenever you’re ready to talk.” He handed me a business card and said his goodbyes as he tipped his hat at me.

Wow I—I can’t believe it.  I’m actually gonna get a real shot with my own manager.  And Glen Campbell’s manager, nonetheless.  I can’t believe this is actually happening to me.

Wait….what about the guys? What would they say? Would they be mad if I took this deal? Left them when we’ve already grown so close with each other?

During our bus ride to the next city of New Orleans, I was looking at Stan’s card debating whether I should call him or not.

“What’s that?” Roger spoke up.  He soon plopped down beside me with his arm over me. “Ooh a name and phone number! Already got yourself a groupie huh?” he teased as he nudged my shoulder.

“No Roger it’s nothing like that.” I nudged him back.

“Hey did I just hear (Y/n) got someone’s name and phone number?” Deacy soon piped in peeking his head from the curtains of his bunkbed.

“(Y/n) you sly little minx.” Freddie teased.  Oh man was I really not gonna miss this.

“Alright you guys lay off of her will yah. Now just who was it that gave you their phone number (Y/n)? Will there need to be any—talks we need to do with this boy?” Brian said.

“I already told Roger Bri, it’s not like that.”

“Then what is it? I mean normally a guy wouldn’t give you his number unless he wants a date or something else.” Roger spoke. Deacy came up and slapped Roger over the head. “Ow! What was that for?”

“For being an idiot.”

“It’s a business card guys! For Stan Singer. Glen Campbell’s manager.”

“Wait I’ve heard of that guy. Yeah he’s like one of the best country singers out there.” Roger said.

“Yeah. Well Stan actually saw the show tonight and well he—he offered to be my manager. He wants to sign up a contract with me.”

“Oh my god darling yes!” Freddie cheered as he came up and embraced me tightly.

“Congratulations (Y/n).” praised Brian.

“But—” I started off.  Fred separated from me and he said.

“But what dear? You’re finally on your way! This should be a celebration!”

“But what about us? You guys? What if—what if this is the last time we’ll ever see each other?” at that point the guys grew quiet. They looked at each other and that’s when Deacy spoke up.

“The future is uncertain. Maybe someday we will meet again. But (Y/n), if you don’t take this shot now you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.”

“It’s like Deacy’s song says. Time to spread your wings and fly away.” Brian said as he placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. I looked between the four of them and they all had the same look.

Acceptance and love.

I felt my eyes watering up and I choked out.

“I’ll miss you guys.” They immediately hugged me and told me they would miss me too.  We remained in that group hug for the rest of the night till we arrived in New Orleans later the next day.

As soon as we got to the hotel, the guys sat with me as I called Stan up and told him that I would like to have lunch with him to discuss the contract.  Stan agreed to fly down to New Orleans and once that date was made, the guys brought me in one last final group hug telling me how proud they were of me, that they loved me and knew that I would become big in my own way.

On June 27th, 1977 I preformed my last concert with Queen as their opening act and the following day, I met with my new manager Stan Singer and together we went over the rules of my contract.

By the end of the 1970’s into the 1980’s my name had flown to the top of the charts in country artists.  So far in the 3 years of my growing career I had toured America twice for my 2 albums I had released under Sony records.

As I expected I was mostly popular in the southern states where country music reigned supreme on the radio.  But I did have some fans in the northern, Mid-west and western countries but I mostly toured around the South.

I was now performing back in my home state of Oklahoma to an arena of 20,000 people.  I had just gotten done preforming my biggest hit “Jesus take the wheel” and everyone went crazy for it.

“Thank you!” I turned and saw one of my roadies hand me a stool and I thanked him before setting it down right at the edge of the stage.  I adjusted the mic stand as I sat down. “This is a new song that I wanted to do especially for you my home sweet home. So you guys will be the first to hear this song coming up on my next album.” The crowd cheered. “But this song is also dedicated to four special men in my life. Without them—I wouldn’t even be up on this stage before all of you. It’s called Ready now.”

Then with just me on the guitar I began to sing my newly finished song “Ready now”.  As I sang the song, during the long instrumental breaks, I thought back to the guys.

All the fun memories I had with them while on the road with them.  Being there with them during their recordings, getting to do a song on their albums, or hanging out at the bars together after the shows.

Play video

You saw through me All this time I'd forgotten People are kind

I was hurting And you knew So you showed me What to do

You said, "I will listen Tell it all When you're finished We'll talk more"

But I didn't know how So we took it in turns And to my surprise We found my words

Feet firm on the ground We stood hand in hand The world seemed to tell me That I have a plan

Together we sang I'm ready now

Something new Something strange Ten feet taller I had changed

I believe you I'm not wrong Oh it suits me To feel strong

You said, "I will listen Tell me it all You don't like the ending Then we'll find on that's yours"

Oh, how did you know That's all we need A promise of hope Is enough to feel free

Feet firm on the ground We stood hand in hand And I told the world That I have a plan

Together we sang I'm ready now

By the end of the song, I heard the crowd cheer and as I looked up at the ceiling I did a silent thank you to the boys.  Even though we would never see each other in our career’s again, I would always keep their memories alive in my heart and mind.

Without them, I would never have been ready to even get to this point.  And I will always be grateful to Queen.

[artsy--shipper]

Getting into the Christmas spirit with another Kiritsuyu scenario!

One night, the Bakusquad heads out to a walk-through light festival

There’ll be food, games, and all kinds of fun and unique light displays

Tsu has never gotten to walk through one because it’s too cold for her, and Kiri feels awful about her not being able to come- the sad look on her face as they left broke his heart

So he decides that if he can’t bring Tsu to the lights, he’ll bring the lights to Tsu

He makes sure to record everything he can on his phone, so she can watch the videos later

He provides narration every step of the way and lingers a bit at the pretty displays when he can, trying to make sure Tsu gets as much of the full experience as she can

And in true Bakusquad fashion, they get plenty of silly shenanigans on camera too

Like when they come across a display of a frog wearing a Santa hat...

Denki: *points* “Hey Kirishima look, it’s your girlfriend!”

Kiri: “Huh? What are you talking a-” *looks where Denki is pointing* “...Oh! Oh yeah!”

Kiri: “Babe, look, it’s you! Look how cute!”

Kiri: “...okay, yeah, that one’s officially my favorite”

It’s cold enough that Kiri can see his breath, so he definitely takes full advantage of that when they come across an impressive dragon display that actually breathes smoke, running up to it and doing his best dragon impression along with it

And of course, when they find a display with a group of dancing reindeer, naturally they all have to go up to it and dance along with the reindeer

Except Jirou, who wants no part of that- Kiri gets her to film for him

Jirou keeps cracking up at Denki’s wacky dancing, and having to stop herself when she starts to steer the camera away from Kiri

And when they come up to a display of a guitar-playing reindeer, Kiri absolutely takes the opportunity to run up to it and start singing along to the Christmas music playing over the speakers in the loudest, manliest singing voice he can muster

(thankfully he didn’t get kicked out, but he did get a lot of eyerolls lol)

Kiri brings Tsu back some food and some cute bow hair clips decorated with jingle bells and greenery

After they get back, he sets up the TV in the common room to display the videos from his phone (with a little help from Mei) and builds a blanket nest for him and Tsu to cuddle in and watch together

The two of them settle in with the goodies Kiri brought back, plus some cookies and hot cocoa, and they even don some cozy Santa hats for maximum Christmas spirit- Kiri wears a green one, Tsu wears a red one

They have a lovely time cozying up and watching the lights together- it warms Kiri’s heart to see how happy his li’l frog is as she gazes in awe at the dazzling light displays, smiles at Kiri’s adorable enthusiasm as he narrates everything, and giggles at his silly dancing and singing

Partway through the video, Kiri gets an idea- he takes a couple of Tsu’s new hair bows and clips one to the top of each of their hats

Tsu smiles at her clever li’l shark- he’s just full of lovely ideas ^u^ The cute plaid bow decorated with holly complements her hat perfectly, and the soft jingling of the little bell makes the atmosphere feel even more festive

And she thinks Kiri looks absolutely adorable with the bow on his hat too, especially when he starts shaking it from side to side as he sings along with the Christmas music in the video, keeping in time with the little jingle bell

The greenery on the bow matches nicely with his green hat, and- wait... that’s not holly on his bow, Tsu realizes... he didn’t plan this, did he?

Tsu, “Uh, Kirishima-chan... y-you do realize that’s mistletoe on your hat, right? Kero?”

Kiri freezes and looks up at the bow dangling from his hat, and his face flushes red... no, he hadn’t realized

There’s a moment of awkward silence between them, and then Kiri turns to Tsu with a shy smile, rubbing the back of his neck

Kiri: “W-Well, ah... you know the rules, right?”

And he wraps his arm around Tsu’s shoulder and gently kisses her on the cheek

Tsu’s cheeks glow pink, and a warm smile spreads across her face

She presses a soft kiss to Kiri’s cheek as well, and she gives him a big hug and tucks her head under his chin

Kiri pulls her close, and the two of them snuggle up and enjoy the rest of the video together, feeling warm, cozy and content

The two of them agree that this has been the perfect Christmas date, and Tsu couldn’t be more grateful to Kiri for going the extra mile to make it special for her

[itsuki-minamy]

FOUR SEASONS OF K: “CHRISTMAS EVE NIGHTMARE”

Translation: Naru-kun

Raws: Ridia

"Fufufufufufun, fufufufufufufun..."

Buzzing that sounds like a song, Gojo Sukuna suddenly stopped his hand and looked up.

It is a song that he often hears about seasonal patterns. The title is certainly "Jingle Bells". It is one of the Christmas songs that exists. The singing voice entered the room, holding a Christmas tree that exceeds his height.

"Fufufufufufu, Fufufufufufufufufufufu..."

"What's wrong, Iwa-san?"

At Sukuna's faint voice, Iwafune Tenkei takes a look at the other side of the Christmas tree.

Iwafune, with a smile, had a Christmas hat on his head.

"What did you decide? Ready for Christmas!"

"No, well, I can see it."

"Then don't play, help me. I'm busy now."

Saying that, Iwafune started putting a Christmas tree in the corner of the room.

He opens a cardboard box to the side, pulls the electrical decoration inside, and begins to wrap around the tree.

Seeing the view, Sukuna sighed.

How many people would think this guy is the sixth king, the Gray King? It's easy to do housework with beer in one hand, but today's Iwafune can only be seen as a full-fledged father who is excited about decorating for Christmas.

"That, Iwa-san. Are we "Jungle"?"

"Hmm, yeah. What's wrong with that?"

"They are lurking underground and trying to destroy the order they are in, but they are sad and have to celebrate Christmas. Rather, should we blow a gold or blue bubble while the world is floating?"

As soon as he said that, the door to the "Secret Base" opened again. At the same time there is a voice.

"I am back, Iwa-san, Sukuna."

"What did you see? Was it okay?"

It is Hisui Nagare, the king of "Jungle", and the strongest executive, Mishakuji Yukari. Sukuna rolled his eyes to ask them to say something to this old man.

And the open mouth was not blocked.

Both Nagare and Yukari had red Christmas hats attached to their heads.

Iwafune welcomes you in a good mood.

"Oh Nagare and Mishakuji-chan, it was bad that you had to go to the materials warehouse."

"Because it's for Christmas, so I expect a little effort. Right, Nagare-chan?"

"Affirmative. I can't help feeling that this season has come."

After seeing the two laughing smiles, Sukuna gently closed his mind and turned back to the game screen.

But just because Sukuna closed his heart, time didn't stop and "Jungle" executives had fun conversations in the background.

"By the way, what about the cake and turkey arrangements?"

"Leave it to me. I'll use my arm to do it!"

“As expected, I am looking forward to it. If you need to buy ingredients, don't hesitate to tell me."

“The purchase must be left to the clan member. It is an important mission, so let's make sure the U-Rank is solid.”

Not good. Just listening makes him feel dizzy.

Sukuna closed the game console and got up.

He tries to walk as he was, standing with his prone eyes to avoid eye contact as much as possible,

"By the way, Sukuna. Did you decide on a gift for Santa?"

He was caught like something natural.

"What?"

"No, then it is a gift. I wonder if there is anything you want."

Iwafune is smiling.

If Yukari had said so, Sukuna would judge that he was "teasing", would immediately kick him, cursing, and would have quickly left this place. Perhaps that was the wisest decision.

But, nevertheless, Iwafune was "serious".

Seriously trying to give Sukuna a gift. Even if Sukuna himself didn't want it, Iwafune wants to give a gift. Maybe on Christmas Day he'll dress up as Santa, put a present in his socks, and leave after Sukuna has fallen asleep.

No, those socks don't work with Sukuna,

"Hey! Is it a huge sock? Most of these things go in so you can ask for whatever you want?"

Prepared.

Wearing socks that seemed to be the size of a pillowcase, Sukuna stood in front of a smiling Iwafune. He feels discouraged by treating him as an insidious person, and he feel something different "riding". If he does that, he will likely be caught at Christmas. He does not want to be involved.

Then Sukuna replied,

"Eh... no, I really don't want anything..."

The answer is clear. He had nothing he wanted, and he wanted to leave it alone if possible, so he just wanted to leave it as it was.

However, Iwafune had a wolf expression.

"Well that's not true. If you're a kid, you can have as many things as you want. Anything's fine. Toys, plastic models, soccer balls, baseball gloves, etc."

Every choice is old.

Sukuna shook her head and replied clearly.

"I don't need all of that... I buy it if I want to."

Iwafune looks at Sukuna dazedly.

With a desperate look, Sukuna tried to leave the room in a hurry.

Immediately before opening the door, Sukuna suddenly thought and turned around. He thought he should say this to the stunned Iwafune. He need to make it clear why Santa doesn't stand next to the bed.

"And I've said it many times, but don't treat me like a child. I'm not old enough to believe in Santa Claus, I'm older."

Looking back later, it was an obvious reason that it became a pressure word.

But, he doesn’t notice Sukuna at the time. He felt compassion for Iwafune, who was backing off after being in shock, but decided that he wasn't saying anything wrong, so he turned his back on him and left.

Of course, there is no need for Sukuna to know what kind of conversation they had, Iwafune, Nagare, and Mishakuji.

++++++++++

And that day has arrived.

February 24th. Christmas Eve, same day.

After leaving "Secret Base" early in the morning, Sukuna intended to complete some missions. The truth is that he did not want to be in a "secret base" that seems to be Christmas.

However, the world is much more floating than the world.

There are Christmas songs everywhere, and the red and green lights are smoky throughout the city. Only families and couples are on the road, swaying with happy smiles as if it were a must. There are no children who go alone like Sukuna.

A sniffling nose turned white in the cold of winter.

Sukuna hated Christmas.

No matter how joyous and happy people in the host country smile, it seemed like a fake thing. Probably because of his mother.

Sukuna's mother was a vain woman. Perhaps because she was an ordinary person, she was proud of herself in decorating herself.

Seasonal events were a great way to learn about the vanity of such a mother. Every time there was a gathering of celebrities from around the world and a party at home, she was touched by the reconfirmation of her power.

Sukuna was also just an ornament to show her superiority.

As he stood as a figure in the center of the party, with cold eyes, Sukuna looked at a glitter decorated Christmas tree, and a mountain of gift boxes.

Silly rampage of silly adults. That is Christmas for Sukuna.

He doesn't hate destroying it aggressively, but he can't be obedient enough to make a noise.

Sukuna opened the PDA and dropped his line of sight.

"Even on a day like this, there are plenty of people logging in."

Do you hate Christmas as much as Sukuna, or don't you dislike it, but are you looking the other way?

Especially for the best ranges, there are a lot of people online. Sukuna contacted several of them for the mission and responded immediately. Maybe it's because he seems more energetic than usual.

"Well do you want to go?"

Muttering a soliloquy, Sukuna looks up.

It will not destroy Christmas, but if the world is in the air, there is no reason not to take advantage of that opportunity. The important thing for Sukuna now is that "Jungle" can fulfill its ambitions and achieve innovation for all humanity. For that, they must do everything they can.

Sukuna paced in front of the court, leaning back against the hustle and bustle of the city, and quickly started walking.

When he completed two micro-attack mechanics and a steal mission, the sun was already down.

At night, the Christmas glow seems to accelerate. The avalanche of people well stirred the work of Sukuna and others. When he thought the Blues would be investigating in a hurry these days, an icy smile appeared on Sukuna's mouth.

There are dozens in Tokyo, enter the entrance to the "secret base" and Sukuna opens the PDA. He stepped into the elevator that goes underground, giving clan members who became high-ranking members a reward for success.

Are Nagare, Mishakuji and Iwa no longer excited about Christmas parties?

Along with the feeling that he doesn’t want to see it, the feeling that he wants to take a look at it a bit. He was curious about how they were spending Christmas Eve, what the party aligned.

But he can no longer show his face. Nagare will not say anything. Mishakuji can laugh with his nose. Iwa-san will surely be happy to raise his hands. It was he who expected Christmas more than anyone.

When he thought about it, he didn't feel like grimacing. The face is a little different from being uncomfortable. Feel like he doesn’t want to be dyed at Christmas.

He thinks about this and other things. So he doesn’t like this season

The sound of the bell rang out to drown out such thoughts.

The place where he steps is the “Jungle” hideout, which is a remodeled water storage facility that was abandoned during construction. The huge and majestic columns are like a majestic temple. While confirming the signs of those illuminated pillars, Sukuna tried to proceed.

At that moment, the light disappeared with a noise.

"Eh?"

He go down reflexively and jump into the shadow of a nearby pillar. He can drop the long pole, but pulling out the electromagnetic blade is weightless. It is advisable to hide his place until the next action.

While holding his breath and looking around, Sukuna tries to resolve the situation. It's okay to contact an accident, an enemy attack, or just a power outage or storm once the situation is known. So the next action to take...

When he thought this far, the sound came from above.

Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, the song he listens to a lot today.

Suddenly, a searchlight flashed on top of the pillar. A shadow emerges in the light that pierces the darkness. Sukuna looked at him and then opened his mouth.

It is a sledge.

A streamlined sled appears between the pillars and reflectors. The joyous sound of the bell seems to come from there. The voices of the sled rider and the promising person resonate in the sound.

"Ho, ho, ho!"

Above the weakened Sukuna, the sled descends slowly, drawing a spiral that clings to it. When he landed in front of him, a rider jumped off the sled.

Of course it was Santa Claus.

He wears striking red and white outfit, a Christmas cap on his head and sunglasses in his rich white beard, perhaps to hide his face. Sukuna thinks it is a waste of effort.

Santa pinches his long beard and talks cheerfully.

"Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas, Sukuna!"

"What are you doing, Iwa-san?"

Sukuna's ruthless voice, but Santa was not afraid. Exaggeratedly he stretches out his arms and shakes his head.

"Iwa-san~ Who is that? I'm Santa Claus! I brought you a gift."

Wow...

"Have you been a good boy for a year? No, you should have been! So Santa Claus will give you whatever you want as a gift. What do you want? Whatever!"

He puts her hands over his ears, approaches him. Far from being a good boy, he has had a criminal life in recent months, but he can't stop when he says something like that.

Sukuna looked him up and down for a moment and then shook his cane.

"Yes."

"Wow, what? Ah, what's going on?"

Avoiding him in a dangerous place, he suddenly found the raw material of the Bandai Ten-Dori. The Christmas hat dances in the air, revealing the "Ho, ho." family. Sukuna leans on the long cane over his shoulder and says coldly.

"I already told you I didn't want anything. If there was, I would get it myself."

"Uh..."

The ruthless words reduced Santa Iwafune's momentum. Sukuna looks away from the depressed Santa Claus, telling him to throw it away.

"If you want to do whatever you want, leave me alone. It's that easy, isn't it?"

With all this said, Sukuna started walking.

There is no sign that Iwafune is following him. What was it, muttering in his chest. Iwafune's purpose is unclear. There is no way to make fun of himself. If so, do he really want Sukuna to enjoy Christmas? But for what?

He couldn't afford to be fooled by that question forever.

Something entered quietly, because it squeezed Sukuna's cheek and pierced the ground.

"What? Well, again?"

Sukuna suddenly braced himself for battle, but at a glance at the pierced thing, he immediately weakened.

It was a Yukari cover-up.

A joyous voice echoes from above.

"Ho, hoo, hoo! Merry Christmas, Sukuna-chan!"

Although Iwafune was also common, there seems to be no intention to hide it from the start. As usual, wear a domino mask and a Christmas hat as an excuse.

If he goes that far, he suspects it could be new harassment.

"Yukari, stop...!"

"Ho, ho, ho. You don't believe in Christmas. This me that appeared in front of you that is pathetic, call me Beauty ☆ Santa. Say what you want!"

"That's why I say no!"

When he shouts that, the purple cloak flew out again. As if to chase Sukuna who quickly evacuated, several pillars penetrate the concrete floor. Shaking his fingers with his arms crossed, Mishakuji Santa has a playful tone,

"I am not honest, Iwa-san was sweet, but I am not. I have to punish rude children."

"You know this is the end of your life, right...?"

It doesn't stop there. Sukuna turned around and ran like a rabbit.

"Oh, chasing me? It's a reckless move for a holy night, but that's your wish!"

Sukuna runs. Run. Without waving his eyes, he runs in the form of a demon with a wooded pillar as a shield.

While listening to the noise behind him, Sukuna is desperate.

"What? What's wrong? What's chasing me?”

Is it a sin that he did not celebrate Christmas? He couldn't afford to ask that question, and even if he did, there would be no answer.

Finally, Sukuna's view reflected a building that mimicked a wooden apartment. It is a space where executives from the "secret base" of "Jungle" meet.

The word "if Nagare is here" came to his mind. Nagare would stop this madness. After all, he is the Green King. It would be the role of the king to maintain the frenzy of the clan members.

Sukuna entered the "secret base", holding on to one hope. Almost on all fours, Sukuna echoes in a narrow room like an apartment.

"Hey, please help me, Nagare! Iwa-san and Yukari are...!"

"Ho, ho, ho."

And Sukuna knew that all his hopes were dead.

There was a Nagare there. He wears a Christmas hat, a white beard, and for some reason keeps his restraint clothes on, and has his body wrapped in an electrical decoration like a Christmas tree. No matter how he looks at it from any direction, as much as he says something about the case, it seems like Nagare won't do anything.

"Merry Christmas, Sukuna. Let me give you what you want. It's a gift. Think carefully about what you want."

There was something that came to Sukuna's mind, like a revelation, with his mouth half open.

Maybe... this nightmare won't end until I say "yes"?

Feel a signal behind. Two Santas in the back door and a Santa in the front door. Soon after speaking to madness, Sukuna spoke the word.

"Merry Christmas... I give up...!"

++++++++++

"So…"

A "secret base" as if nothing had happened. In front of the kotatsu with cakes and turkey.

"In the end, what did you want to do?"

Sukuna remains the same, he said reluctantly.

Although he gave in, his heart has not changed. Once resolved, it was reasonable to reopen dissatisfaction and doubt. However, in return, the Christmas hat is on Sukuna's head.

"Oh, we didn't want to do anything else. Just keep Iwa-san's hopes up, right, Nagare-chan?"

"Affirmative. Iwa-san really wanted Sukuna to know about Christmas fun, so we cooperated."

Sukuna looks at Iwafune. A cold look tells him that it is the worst. Holding a beer in one hand, he said, "Hey, here."

"It is sad that a child like you cannot wait for Christmas. I wanted you to know that Christmas is bright, fun and warm."

That is why Sukuna's mouth, who told him not to treat him like a child, closed when he heard Iwafune's words.

"He used to give gifts to children when I was a king, and even when they were not happy children, his eyes sparkled with excitement when opening the gifts."

Sukuna also does not know the details of the "Gray King" Otori Seigo and his "Cathedral" clan. However, it was rather an organization that helped the less powerful.

"Even if they are stolen, lost, or abandoned, at Christmas they can forget all of that and smile. Even a one-night dream is better than not seeing it, right? That's why I wanted you to have that kind of experience too."

"Cathedral" was destroyed by the fall of Genji Kagutsu's Damocles sword. The whereabouts of Otori Seigo were never known.

When he thought about it, he didn't feel angry. He turned and snorted.

"What was a nightmare that I saw?"

"Wow, it was bad! It was kind of silly."

"Well that's fine, but is it really something?"

At Sukuna's words, Iwafune was silent. Being embarrassed, Sukuna says angry.

"It's a gift. You said you can do anything. I said it once, so I'll have you ready for anything."

When Sukuna said that, Iwafune's expression was shining. It's like he has a gift.

"Oh, of course! Tell me something!"

"Hmm."

As she huffed, Sukuna's lips slightly collapsed.

If he has been very angry about vanity and pretentious Christmas, but if he can have such true feelings, it must be a brilliant gift despite everything.

While cutting the turkey, Sukuna slowly began to think in his head what kind of gift he would receive.

[tnystrk-exe]

Learning to Live 3

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

“I’m going to be a ‘venger daddy,” Ro told him over their morning breakfast of Saturday morning cartoons and cereal.

“Are you?”

“Yep! I wanna be like you daddy.” She reached into his bowl and stole his star shaped marshmallows. “I’m gonna fight the monsters and keep you safe like you keep everyone else safe.”

The thought of that made Tony panic. He couldn’t imagine his little girl putting herself on the line. Hypocritical and probably a bit selfish, but the way he saw it, he risked it all so she didn’t have to. “You can be better than me, kiddo.”

Ro looked at him, the most confused look on her face. “But daddy, you’re the bestest! Ever!”

“I don’t think so.”

“Then who? Mommy?”

“Mom is definitely the bestest.”

She moved to sit on his lap, pressing kisses to his cheeks. “You and mommy are the bestest.”

Tony moved their cereal bowls, making sure a mess wasn’t made before, wrapping his arms tightly around her. “Thank you, sweetie.”

“I love you with all my heart.” She nuzzled into his shirt, his familiar cologne making her feel safe and warm.

“All of it?” He asked, some wonder leaking into his voice. “You sure?”

“Yeah!” She looked at him, “Daddy, me and the bots have a surprise. You can’t hang out in the lab until we’re done.”

“What?”

“We have a surprise for you. Go to your room Labrat.” Ro stood up, holding her hand out to help him stand up too. Tony complied, letting her drag him up the stairs to his room. “Don’t leave okay? You and Vis can do science with the blue lights.”

Ro ran to her room, finding the miniature Christmas tree she had begged you for, it wasn’t fair that the bots didn’t have a tree and daddy spent all his time there too. She pushed the box down the hallway and rode the box like a sled down the stairs. Repeating the process again to get the lab. “Vis, open the door please?” Dum-E rolled over, picking up the box. “I need to get the decorations but you and U can start taking it all out.”

She ran up both flights of stairs, grabbing the streamers, lights, and baubles. Carefully sneaking past your bed room door. Ro could hear Tony’s snores he must have been tired. She shouldn’t wake him up when he was sleeping, but she always got so excited to hangout with him. Then again she didn’t really know if her dad ever slept.

“I’m back!” She greeted the bots. “Vis drop my needle, please.” No clue what that exactly meant, but her dad said it and music always played afterward.

“Anything miss.” Jingle Bells coming on soon after.

“I’ll put them all on and you guys can put on the decorations. It’s really fun.”

Ro sang along to the songs, the bots watching her put on the fake branches and stretching them out like you and Tony had shown her. “Dum-E I need you to pick me up.” The bot complied, picking her up by her overall straps.  She finished up, looking at her work happily. “Perfect! U, come on help big brother with the lights.”

Dum-E let her down and she started to thread the lights before passing it to U. She fit Dum-E with a Santa hat and a tinsel scarf, while the bot waited his turn. “Looks really good guys,” she said, encouragingly, “You’re doing great!”

When they finished off the lights she passed them baubles making sure they grabbed the hangers without trouble. A couple fell and shattered here and there but the crew wasn’t deterred. Dum-E wrapped tinsel around Ro, mimicking what she had done. She giggled in delight when the bot gave her a pat on the head.

“Vis! Let me talk to daddy.” She jumped up and down in excitement, broken baubles crunching under her shoes.

“Patching you through right now.”

“Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” Ro yelled with each jump.

Tony whimpered in his sleep. Someone...something had just torn Ro away from his arms and he couldn’t move to get her. She screamed out for him, her arms reaching out. “Daddy!”

Tony shot up from the bed. His heart thumped against his chest almost painfully, he swiped at the tears on his cheeks. This was happening way too much. “Earth to Labrat, come in Labrat.”

“Hey, sorry, must have fallen asleep,” he tried to sound normal, calming himself down, “Is your surprise ready?”

“Yeah! Come down here already!”

“I’ll be there give me a second.” Tony rubbed his face. He was home. His kid was okay and very excited. You were at work. Repeat until his breathing became less erratic.

Down stairs, U pushed the star to Ro. “You can do it U.” Instead the bot pressed it against her palm. “What about you Dum-E? You wanna put it on?”

In response the older boy picked her up by the overall straps again. Ro giggled loudly, J.A.R.V.I.S. leaked the audio through the home, knowing the severity of Tony’s dreams and how the simple sound could do wonders to calm him down. Tony thanked the A.I. before walking down the steps to the lab. He was greeted by a sight that had terrified him the first go around, but became the norm. Dum-E had dropped many things. Many. But Ro never slipped from his grasp. Though when she had been six months the prospect had been terrifying. Soon enough Tony had attached a swing on the bot to entertain them both during projects he couldn’t stop working on.

Ro was being held up, attempting to get the star to balance on top. “J, take a snapshot of that won’t you?”

“Already have, sir. Multiple pictures have already been uploaded to the album.”

“Can always count on you.” He opened the door to the lab, “Okay, Rugrat what’s the surprise?”

“U! Hit the lights!” The bot plugged in the cord and Ro threw out her hands, “Tada!”

He laughed, the move was very him. Anyone tired of his antics by now wouldn’t know what would hit them come a few more years. “Sweetheart, that looks amazing. The three of you worked on this?” Tony asked, walking over to grab her from the bot still holding her in air. “How did you know I always wanted a tree down here?”

“We did the big big tree and you kissed and hugged me and mommy so much! I think you really loved trees and Dum-E and U needed one too because they can’t play upstairs. Look the hanging thingies are red and gold like you too!”

“You really did that for your old man?” He asked as he pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Thank you,” Tony patted both of the bots on their sides, “You three are the perfect team.”

“You love it?”

“I do.”

She smiled pridefully, hugging him tightly.

-

Ro and Tony had had a peaceful day in the lab with the bots. Later on he drove Ro over the the Herrera’s. The seniors missed the having the little girl around since Tony was home a lot more. Their grandchildren lived too far and Ro had basically been accepted as their grandchild as much as they had been around her. At least their little Christmas sleepover gave him time to take you out on an impromptu date.

You walked down to the lab, Tony was injecting himself in the arm. Probably that armor calling tech he had been talking about. He was taking the time to scold Dum-E and ignore J.A.R.V.I.S. safety briefing. Punching in your code, you walked into the lab.

He gestured to the suits, “Focus up, ladies. Good evening, and welcome to the birthing suit. I'm pleased to announce the imminent arrival of your bouncing, bad-ass, baby brother.” Tony turned on his heel, his eyes landing on you. “Hey, Cupcake. You came down at the perfect time. You’re in for a treat.”

You gave him a wave and leaned against the wall. Sometimes his test didn’t go to plan and like hell you were gonna get hit by a stray piece of suit.

“Start tight and go wide, stamp in time. Mark 42 autonomous prehensile propulsion suit test. Initialize sequence. J.A.R.V.I.S. drop my needle.” He danced, closing his eyes as he let the music hype him up. You laughed, zoning in on his hip movement. “I see you,” he winked at you, “I guess I know what my present will be come Valentine’s Day. What do you say?”

“I’ll look forward to it. Aren’t you going to show me Mark 42 yet?”

“Your wish.” He motioned to activate the suit. The pile in his desk doing nothing to move. “Crap.”

“Performance issues? Don’t worry honey, happens to the best of men.”

“Har, har, har, I’m getting a new girlfriend,” he teased, biting at his arm and hitting it for good measure, “You’ll miss my skills.”

“I’m sure.”

He gestured to the pile of parts. The left gauntlet and shoulder flew on to him. Tony laughed a heartbreakingly beautiful smile on his face when the right gauntlet went on without a hitch. “How’s that for ‘Performance issues’?” He asked smugly, “Alright, I think we got this. Send 'em all.” The left leg came on simply. A piece crashed into the Iron man display, another narrowly missed hitting his face. “Probably a little fast, slow it down. Slow it down just a...little bit.”

You winced as the crotch piece slammed into him, then the back. Even you had to duck to dodge a piece of the suit. Tony was pushed around by the pieces. Finally all that was left was his faceplate. It hovered. “Come on. I ain't scared of you.” The plate rushed toward flipping upside down in the process. Tony flipped to catch it, landing in a pose that would be fit for a poster. “I’m the best,” you heard the mechanical Iron Man voice proclaim.

A piece came loose from the Iron Man display and went crashing into his back. Tony was sent flying Mark 42 splayed around him. You walked over to him helping him up.

“That was a magnificent performance.”

“As always, sir, a great pleasure watching you work.”

You and the A.I. said in unison.

“The both of you have so many jokes.”

You pulled the helmet off of his head. Tony had a small cut running down the side of his mouth. “Let’s go take care of that Iron Man.”

“Are you gonna kiss it to make it feel better? Because the crotch plate really did a number there. It may be a bit bruised, may need some medical attention, don’t ya think Doc?”

“Not in your wildest dreams. Does something smell like it’s burning?”

“Only my burning hot love for you.”

Dum-E waved erratically, trying to the attention of either of you. “You got rid of his fire extinguisher?”

“He kept extinguishing me for fun,” Tony explained grabbing the fire extinguisher from under his work bench, “Doesn’t deserve that kind of power.”

You took it from him and handed it over to the bot, “Don’t listen to him. You’re doing great. Spray him some more for me.”

“Don’t encourage.”

“Come on, it’s too late for our date. Let’s make some food, get in the shower, and go to bed. You can take me out tomorrow.”

“So generous of you, allowing me to take you out.”

Tony allowed you to drag him from his lab and do with him what you wished. He knew you worried about him, he never did anything to exactly remedy the situation. So he’d go through the processes. You had more than enough stress on your plate. It wasn’t any trouble to hold you until you fell asleep or whisper some sweet nothings and earn himself a playful seat for not being quiet and making you laugh when you were so close to sleep.

When your breathing finally evened out he turned on the TV. That was a mistake. Didn’t he wish he had just fallen asleep with you.

-

The loud beeping of your pager and Sebastian calling your phone was what greeted you in the mornings. That annoying man. You’d caught him in the same position multiple times, but pay back was a bitch.

You got dressed and ready in less than ten minutes. The one of the highlights of moving into the mansion was that leaving Tony’s shaved thirty minutes off your drive. He was a pretty great add on too.

Making your way down to the lab, you found Tony in his usual tinkering position. “I’m sorry, honey, I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“Again?” He didn’t mean to say that at all. But his sleep deprived brain hadn’t given him time to think about his words.

“Yeah. Again.” Maybe another time you could let the comment pass, but someone’s kid was on the line here. Those always hit closer to home.

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“We both have demanding jobs Tony. I don’t have time for this...I’ll see you later.”

“I’m sorry,” he called out after you. Tony sighed, watching you until you disappeared from sight. You’d know later it wasn’t done to purposefully jab at you. Right now you were just rushed and tired. “J, call Rhodey,” he yawned. May as well go on a date with Rhodey instead, he missed his friend.

The pair agreed on a burger joint. Tony was the later party. Mark 42 was being difficult but a test drive was still in need. Being in the air was weird. He felt like king of the clouds when he was up there. Nothing weighed on him it was just him and his suit. No danger. Nowadays there was an uncomfortable pang of panic when he rushed upward. He had learned to avoided test flights at night. They weren’t worth feeling uncomfortable the whole day.

“How’s paradise?” Rhodey asked as Tony took a seat next to him.

“Ro’s good, misses you. I’m fine. YN’s frustrated with me,” he answered giving a quick rundown.

“Tony, you’ve been a frustrating thorn in her side since you met,” he teased, “Shacking up wasn’t going to change that.”

“It’s good though. I like it.”

“The Starkster content and happy with being tied down.” Rhodey patted Tony’s back. “Good for you. I’m happy. You don’t know the intense relief I feel not having to watch and listen to the two of you pine after one another. I was getting absolutely sick of it. My niece was the only thing that kept pulling me back.” He thanked the waitress as she set their plates in front of them.

“Ordered for me? What a gentleman. Anyhow you’d never leave us,” Tony scoffed, his attention turning to the tv. Joan Rivers was mocking the suit’s new look. “I am Iron Patriot,” he mocked, grimacing at the change. The suit didn’t even look cool anymore.

“Listen, War Machine was a little too aggressive, alright? This sends a better message.”

“So what's really goin' on? With Mandarin. Seriously, can we talk about this guy?” He lowed his voice and scooted closer.

“It's classified information, Tony. Okay, there have been nine bombings.” Secrets weren’t exactly safe when it came to the pair.

“Nine..”

“The public only knows about three. Here's the thing, nobody can ID a device. There's no bomb casings.” Tony started to ramble about what he could do, offering different things to help. YN was right to worry about the man. He was pushing himself too and dealing with things on his own again. “When's the last time you got a good night's sleep?”

“Einstein slept three hours a year. Look what he did,” Tony brushed aside Rhodey’s comment. Mind racing on how to solve the Mandarin problem.

“YN is concerned about you, Tony. I'm concerned about you.”

“She...? Of course she did...You're gonna come at me like that?” He asked, looking offended.

“No. No, look, I'm not trying to be a dic...” two kids walking up to the table, drawings in hand, “...tator.”

Tony smiled at the girl and made a comment to the boy that looked like Ralphie Parker. Looking at the drawing of himself during New York, he began to make a simple customized chat bubble asking Erin for help.

“Listen, the Pentagon is scared. After what happened in New York... aliens, come on. They need to look strong. Stopping the Mandarin is priority, but it's not...”

“It's superhero business, I get it.”

“No, it's not, quite frankly. It's American business.”

“That's why I said I...got it.” The crayon broke in his hand. He felt sick. His heart was racing and he couldn’t breath. Covering his face he tried to figure out what was happening. Everything sounded so distant.

That is until, “How did you get out of the worm hole?” It felt like a tidal wave came down over him.

Tony shot up and got out of the restaurant as quickly as he could. He needed his suit. Breathlessly he apologized as he stumbled into people in his way. The suit opened up and he all but fell in. “Check the heart, check the...check the...is it the brain?

The suit was safe. He tried to calm down, but that felt harder than ever. “No sign of cardiac analomy or unusual brain activity.”

“Okay, so I was poisoned?” The only logical thing he could think of.

“My diagnosis is that you've experienced a severe anxiety attack.”

Taking a second to process before responding, “Me?” Rhodey tried to get his attention, but he needed out. Tony had to go home to figure it out.

Out of all of the things....anxiety? He was well to sound egotistical him. There wasn’t a shortage of people that hated him for his loud outburst. Since he was a child he was taught how to control a crowd. Never was he one to fear a fair challenge. Hell in Afghanistan he felt more anger and defiant than anything.

Now. Now it all changed. It flipped on him. There were topics that sent him to panic mode quicker than he ever felt. Dreams that just wouldn’t stop, keeping the memory of something he’d never forget. Each one showing him a different way he could fail to protect the people he cared about.

He needed a drink.

Walking down into the wine cellar, he stowed away the most recent add on to his collection before pouring himself a drink. God, he couldn’t be left alone with his thoughts. At least when Ro was around he had something to keep him grounded. It was a good thing she’d get to come home tomorrow.

Grabbing his phone, he called Happy. It had been a while. The man had quit claiming being Iron Man’s bodyguard was embarrassing and got himself a gig as Head of Security at Stark Industries. He had been a tyrant as described by Pepper.

The call went through, the screen lit up with the man’s forehead. “Is this forehead of Security?”

“What? You know, look, I got a real job. What do you want? I'm working, I got something going on here.”

“What’s going on? Fill me in.” He laughed at the man’s constant annoyance. “How’s being Pepper’s bodyguard?”

“Less stressful than you for one.”

“What can I say? Gotta keep you on your toes. You had some fun, didn’t you? I’m better than any 9 to 5.”

“Alright, so she's meeting up with this scientist. Rich guy, handsome. I couldn't make his face at first, right? You know I'm good with faces. Yeah. Well, so I run his credentials, I make him Aldrich Killian. We actually met the guy back in... where were we in '99? The science conference?”

Tony turned off his auto pilot of responses to think back. More so he was just enjoying Happy’s ramblings. If he was right, he had definitely been hammered but it had to be, “Switzerland...Killian? No, I don't remember that guy.”

“Of course you don't. He's not a blond with a big rack,” Happy answered, rolling his eyes, “At first it was fine, they were talking business, but now it's like getting weird. He's showing her a big brain.”

“His what?”

“Big brain, and she likes it. Here, let me show you. Hold on. See?” Happy held up the tablet pointing it to the pair in the office.

Tony’s view was very much still on the forehead he had become well acquainted with. “Look at what? You watching them? Flip the screen and then we can get started.

“I'm not a tech genius like you. Just...just trust me, get down down here.”

“Flip the screen, then I can see what they're doing,” Tony said, a slight authority slipping into his voice.

“I can't! I don't know how to flip the screen!Don't talk to me like that anymore. You're not my boss. Alright, I don't work for you. Now I don't trust this guy. He's got another guy with him, he's shifty.”

While Happy ranted, Tony pulled up files on Aldrich Killian. “Relax.”

“Seriously?”

“I'm just asking you to secure the perimeter. Tell him to go out for a drink or something?”

“You know what? You should take more of an interest in what's going on here. This is your family legacy. Your business.”

“Pep’s business,” Tony corrected, “I just have a couple of stocks and head R&D. Everything that happens is all Pepper’s ball park. A giant brain?”

“Yeah, there's a giant brain, there's a shifty character. I'm gonna follow this guy. I'm gonna run his plates and if it gets rough, so be it,” Happy said, seemingly working himself up.

“I miss you, Happy.”

“Yeah, I miss you too. But the way it used to be. Now you're off with the 'superfriends' and being Mr. Family Man, I don't know what's going on with you anymore. Ro and YN are good for you, but the rest of it? The world's getting weird...”

“Hey, I...I'd hate to cut you off. Do you have your taser on you?”

“Why?”

“I think there's a gal in HR who's trying to steal some printer ink, you should probably go over there and zap her.” He grabbed a wine bottle from the fridge and filled in the empty slot with his phone. Tony shut the door walking off with Happy still on the line.

Tony didn’t know when you’d finally get back home. So he made himself a quick snack, exercised, and researched the Mandarin attacks. Anything and everything to keep himself from sleeping. While he was at it, he could probably use Mark 42 to pick up some of Ro’s stray toys and get it moving around a bit more. Not too long after J.A.R.V.I.S. announced that you had made it back to the mansion. He made 42 sit on the couch as seductively as it could and waited up for you.

“What’s this?” You asked, laughing in surprise.

Great. You had a success in the O.R.. Tony made the suit tap it’s lap. “Oh, just breaking this new number in. Like it?”

Sighing, you rolled your eyes, but walked over. He always seemed to sooth the stress of your day easier than anyone else. “Aren’t you just ready to pick up the title of trophy?” You sat down on the suits lap. “I’m sorry fo-“ you cut yourself off, “Actually could you at least take off the helmet? I rather look you in the eye when I apologize to you.”

“Uh, can’t do that beautiful. I’m kinda stuck in here. But I can’t say this particular situation has never crossed my mind. Care to research it further?”

“I really rather have you out that shell.” You grabbed the suit’s hand off your hip and got it up, leading it down to the lab.

“Don’t know. I like it in here, it’s cozy.” Once you hit the point in the stairs were you could see into the lab, you let go of the suit’s hand. “Aw, look you made him sad, he liked that.”

“You let me straddle your empty suit.”

“I didn’t do anything. You did that on your own accord.” Tony let go of the pull up bar and took off the head device. “Now, I believe you were saying something.”

“I was gonna apologize for snapping at you, but now you get nothing.”

“It’s okay, I hear you loud and clear, but that was more on me. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that at all. What you do is immensely important and I’m not exactly proud that I even thought it.”

“It’s okay, but if you ever say it again, you just might have to find that other girlfriend you like to joke about. Right now, I’m more than certain I’m all yours for the rest of the day. No interruptions.”

He pulled you over for a quick kiss, “I really mean it, it won’t happen again.”

“I know sweetheart.”

“Now tell me you love me,” He half joked.

You shook your head, “Nope. Never.”

Tony’s smile faltered slightly, “Come on, just say it.”

“Mm, nope, don’t really feel like it.”

He glared at you, “Say it.” Tony kissed you possessively, hoping to sway you.

You laughed when he finally let you back up for air, “You know I love you dork, even if you are fucking annoying sometimes.”

“And I’m gonna annoy you a whole lot more.”

“I’ll look forward to it. Now what’s my date Stark? I was promised one.”

“Hmm...” he thought a moment, “No tech, for me, since you’re freed up. Something out of the way so we don’t get mobbed. You, me, a picnic basket, and a nice view?”

“Anywhere you are is already a beautiful view, especially when you’re walking away.”

Tony stared at you dumb founded before breaking out into a laugh, “Thought the cheap lines were my job? Okay, Cupcake go get out of those scrubs, I’ll make the sandwiches and pack up the basket.”

The two of you got sorted out quickly, pretty soon it was you, Tony, and the open road belting out old favorites at the top of your lungs. Why this had taken the two of you so long neither of you understood, but that’s just the way things happened sometimes. Things were messy and they would probably get messy again. Above everything the you had each other now and that was further than either of you had cared to imagine before.

Tony’s hand squeezed your thigh, he spared a quick glance to smile at you. It took you back to an easier time when it was just the two of you being kids and having fun with one another. No Iron Man. No responsibilities. No thinking fifty steps ahead and hoping you didn’t ruin this little human being the both of you adored. Nothing else except the two of you.

It wasn’t much longer until you reached your old hideaway spot. “We haven’t been here in forever,” you sighed, looking around as Tony set down the blanket.

“Yeah, we really ditched this spot too early. Still looks beautiful.” Tony tugged at your hand, making you sit on his lap. Truth was a small part of him had been jealous of the suit for getting all of the action.

“Imagine living in a place like this? Quiet, out of the way.”

“It’s too out of the way, don’t you think?”

“Maybe when you get tired of the flashing lights and adoring fans. Just having you and Ro sounds nice.”

Tony pressed a kiss to your shoulder, “Maybe. Wouldn’t hurt to see what happens one day.” He looked around, the setting sun making the view just that more lovely. It wasn’t the worst idea.

“How’ve you been honey?”

“Been good, can’t complain. Talked to Happy, met up with Rhodey...” he remembered their conversation, “You’re worried about me?”

You sighed, shifting so that you were face to face with him. “It’s my second job worrying about you,” you joked, tapping your finger against the arc, “You’re not exactly a talker.”

“We’ve talked.”

“I know, but you’re working yourself dry lately Tones and Ro’s said a couple of times now you’ve woken her up after a nightmares... I’m just concerned honey.”

“I hear you baby. I don’t want to make you worry, that’s the last thing I want. Though, I’m not exactly doing well in that area. Have you talked to Rhodey?” He asked, moving a stray lock behind your ear. You just shook your head in response. “Guess this is a good time to start talking...Well, I had a freak out today. These two kids walked up one had a drawing, the other asked about New York and honey I couldn’t think straight. My brain just went in panic mode and breathing seemed near impossible. J, said it was an anxiety attack. Which is ridiculous because, well as narcissistic as it sounds, I’m me.”

“You’ve been though a lot these past few years,” you said softly, taking his sunglasses off of him. “Anyone else in your place by now, who knows where’d they be. You’re strong.”

“I feel so weak.”

“You’re not. Tony if you’re weak I have no clue what strong is.”

He managed a small smile, “Rhodey.”

“Rhodey doesn’t count. That man’s on a whole other level.” You smiled at him, holding his hand in yours. “The point is, Tony, you’re strong. You know it. Every now and then you’re allowed to feel weak, don’t feel ashamed of it. You’re only human.”

“People depend on me. There’s so little between us and whatever’s up there. When something bigger comes, will we be ready? Can I get us ready by then?”

“It’s not all up to you. But you’re gonna take this on like it is, because that’s your nature. You can’t let this eat you alive.”

“You’re right. Obviously. I just can’t figure out to clear my head and move ahead....For now, can this conversation be paused? We haven’t had very many dates as of now and I don’t want this one to just be a therapy session.”

You nodded, knowing he told you as much as he could handle for the moment. “We’ll talk about it later,” you agreed, tracing his jaw lightly, “I’m here for you, through everything.”

His hand caught yours, he brought it up to press a kiss to your palm. “You always are. Do you realize how much you mean to me?”

“I have some idea. Your life kinda sucks when I’m not around.”

“That’s a definitely an understatement. Have you seen the shit that goes on the second you’re busy?” He laughed, “It’s fucking crazy.”

“Trust me, I’ve heard about it all.”

“Even that night when we were nineteen and I was black out drunk? When I tackled that tree.”

You laughed at the memory, it was a bit foggy you had joined his drinking game that night. “Mm, I’m pretty sure a tree got caught on my shirt. You screamed at it to let me go and when it didn’t you tackled that thing with a good running start. It took you a minute but you came back. I think we decided we wanted to eat, so we headed back to the place you rented out. There were cars lined up and you said ‘If I can run over all eight of those, you owe me a kiss’, so you proceeded to try and fell off the third one. Then you fell down a flight of stairs. And that night is exactly why you’re banned from drinking Everclear ever again.”

“And yet you stayed.”

“And yet I stayed. I sure as hell don’t have any regrets, you’ve given me some great stories.”

Tony leaned forward, catching you in a slow kiss. No rush just pure emotion. There wasn’t any doubt that it was you that helped keep him grounded throughout everything. “Thank you.”

“Thank you for defending my honor to that vile tree.”  

“And I’d do it again.”

The two of you lulled into quiet conversation filled with reminiscing. It was hard to imagine how long it had been since you’d both been those kids that had met on a boat. As much as you had complained about having to go, you’d be forever grateful for Howard Stark’s mandatory boat trip. The three day cruise gave you someone invaluable to your life.

Hours later, you were curled up to Tony’s side, watching the stars. You stared up, marveling at how beautiful the sky looked when there wasn’t so much going on. Tony stared at you instead. Maybe he could deal with the stars again, one day, but for now you looked more beautiful than they ever could.  He noticed you beginning to drift off in his arms.

“Come on baby, it’s time to head home.” Tony pressed a kiss to your head before standing to help you up. He made sure you were situated in the car before packing up the blanket and basket. “You can rest, it’s okay,” he assured you, when you started to wake yourself up.

When Tony pulled up to the home, both of you were ready to drop into bed. Once in the bed room Tony tossed one of his shirts over as he got dressed for bed. You pulled it on and jumped into bed as soon as you were situated. “‘Mere handsome.”

Tony joined you in bed, giving you a final kiss for the night. You fell asleep soon after. Tony, for once that month, actually fell asleep with you instead of sneaking out.

Your dreaming was interrupted when you heard quiet whimpering. “...Ro?” Sleep still diluted your mind until you remembered she wasn’t home. The jolt by your side took you out of your daze. “Tony,” you shook him gently.  His quiet whimpers and gasp were the only sound filling the air. The moonlight that trickled in let you see enough that he had been crying. “Tony, honey, it’s just a dream you need to wa-“

The Iron Man armor caught your wrist and flipped you onto your bag, causing you to scream as it glared down at you. Tony stood up assuming the worst. He couldn’t feel anything but shame as he saw what had happened. What he had caused. “Power down!” When it shut off, Tony hit it on the neck, causing the parts to crash onto the floor. “I must have called it in my sleep. That's not supposed to happen. I'll recalibrate the sensors. Can we just...just let me...just let me catch my breath, okay?” He spoke, trying to reassure you through his fear. You stood, running your hands through your hair. Both of you were a mess of short breaths and fear. “Don’t go, please?” His voice sounded so broken.

You sat back down on the bed despite yourself. Yeah, you were scared, but your fear was over the situation had been handled. You were free from having to relive your trauma, the pressure, the guilt he carried, so you stayed and you waited for your heart to stop pounding so hard you could hear it. Tony had his face hidden in his hands, his shoulders shaking. He felt like a failure. Because he needed to feel protected, feel like he could protect his family at every second, he made something that nearly hurt you. Something that could have possibly hurt Ro. It was an accident but it weighed him down.

When you calmed yourself enough to think clearly, you got up and helped him get situated back into bed. Getting back in yourself, you pulled him close, his tears soaking through the shirt he lent you. “Tell me about it.”

“Who gives a fuck about my nightmares?” He said angrily, it was mostly disgust with himself. “It’s the same. Every time. Fucking New York or something else. Me dying I can handle that, it’s the name of the game right? Sometimes my head just gets these vivid pictures of you, Ro, Rhodey, Happy, Pep...and that’s worse that feels like absolute hell. I just want to go back to normal.”

You kissed top of his head, “It’s alright. Okay? We’ll get you there together.”

“YN everything is just shrouded in this layer of panic that I can’t shake,” he admitted, “I get happy, yeah, but as soon as the moment’s over, it’s right back. It’s constant. Just drilling in.”

“I know, I know. We’ll figure it out. Okay, Tony? You’re gonna have better days, we just need to figure out how to help you.”

“I feel like a goddamn monster. How many times is my own head gonna show me our daughter dying.”

“You’re not a monster. What happened was a lot. After Christmas we should get you to a therapist, get help and handle this together.”

“And what if we do that and I’m not the same as before. What if I’m not enough after all of that work? For you? For Ro?” He asked bitterly. “It would be like me to finally reach this with you and my head just...”

“Hey, look at me,” you tilted his chin up, “You’re the man I love. You’re the person our little girl adores more than anyone in this world. Which is really unfair by the way. You’re ours Tony, you’re more than enough in our eyes.”

“I really want to be. Neither of you deserve this.”

“We deserve you. Every part.”

A quiet settled over the room as Tony calmed down. He was grateful to have your arms around him to anchor him to reality. Most nights you were gone, either on the night shift or having been called in. This was the first time you really saw one and he was upset that it went that far. The phone ruined the silence. He suppressed the groan that wanted to come out. All he wanted was to have you around a few moments.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized as you reached for the phone, “Hey Seb, you need me?”

I need you, Tony thought selfishly. In whole he earned it.

“Oh god. What happened?” You listened as Sebastian filled you in, “Okay, yeah, we’ll be there.”

Tony lifted his head to look at you curiously when he heard ‘we’. “What happened?” He asked when you hung up, his voice rough.

Fuck this poor man couldn’t catch a break. “There was a bombing. Happy’s in the hospital,” you reduced it, “We need to get dressed and head over there.” You watched the click happen in his eyes, sadness turning to anger.

He had a mission now, a way to release the pent up things tinkering couldn’t suppress. Tony was gonna respect what Rhodey had said, but how could he help if the fight came to him?

Within the hour, you had made it to the hospital. Reporters and paparazzi were already crowding the entrance. Word must have gotten around that Tony Stark would be coming to check on his ex bodyguard. You held his hand and led him in through a secluded employee entrance. He hadn’t spoken a word since you had told him the news. If anything his quiet rage was leagues scarier than the suit’s glare.

Sebastian met with the two of you at the staircase. “He’s stabilized, apparently the closest to the blast, there weren’t any fragments. It’s just like it was a blast, from the sound of it the theater was wrecked. Knuckles on his right hand are bruised could have been from falling but most likely a fight. He asked for you Tony.”

“Yeah. Can we go up there?” Tony asked, needing to see Happy. Just a quick talk to know what had happened.

“You can see him. But he’s not conscious he hit his head pretty hard and the medications he’s on makes it even harder to stay up.”

“I still want to see him.”

Sebastian led you up to the room. Tony walked in and you stayed with Sebastian giving him time alone and reading over Happy’s file. In whole he’d be okay. No physically lasting damages. Looking at Tony, you were reminded about the mental side of things. “Thanks for calling Seb.”

“I figured it would be better for him to hear from you than whoever is on phones tonight.”

“I appreciate that.” You heard the tv turn on and Tony talked on his phone. From the sound of it he was calling in a security team. “You can go do your rounds. You’re good.”

“I’m taking over for you too.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Consider it your early Christmas present, okay? Don’t stress it. Ro’s gonna be upset and her dad needs you. You’re probably stressed to hell and back just with how work has been lately. Take a break, you need it.”

“You’re right there with me,” you told your partner.

“Yeah, that’s true, but I don’t have a family to worry about and I get decent sleep.”

You sighed weighing your options, getting to stay home a bit for now did sound good. “Thanks. What would I do without you?”

“Crash and burn,” he laughed, pulling you for a quick hug before leaving.

Tony pulled up files from his tablet, reading everything on the Mandarin. He was going to get the fight he wanted. This wouldn’t have happened if he hadn’t brushed Happy off. The man asked for help and Tony just made fun of him. He’d make it right, set the record straight.

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Big Break (Peter Parker x F!Reader) - PART 4

Summary: It’s difficult working as CEO of Stark Industries, even if it was temporary. Stress has gotten the better of you, and so has Parker’s. Together, somehow, you guys find a way to escape your busy work lives.

Total Word Count: 10838 (Split into parts).

RATING: T+

Warnings: Fluffy Spoodermam. Did I mention swearing before???

Author’s Note: Much of my attention is towards my essays and dissertations this month... And counting down to ENDGAME... Enjoy!! And thank you!!

Peter stands alone. He’s a couple of feet or so away from you, and holding something fluffy and green in his hand.

You were waiting for him to say something.

“Isn’t that the frog we were trying to get from the machine?” Your eyebrows rise, and your forehead dips a little, gesturing to the green, googly-eyed frog peeking through the grip of his hands..

Pepper’s desk toy span three times.

“Oh. Yeah. This… Is for you.” His arm locks to present the frog, the frog itself lying upside down in his palm. He strides forwards, standing on the other side of the desk, and positioning the frog directly in front of you, the right way up. “It’s, uh, just without a hat.”

You place your pen on top of some unfinished paperwork, and pull yourself closer to the desk to reach over to it. Peter’s eyes removed themselves from your leaning figure.

“How’d you get this?” You question, inspecting the fabric and the seams.

Peter didn’t want to respond. Tony must have bought the entire arcade place just to get that thing.

“And what was Tony doing here?” You pry a little more. “Is everything okay?”

Showing his hands in front of him, as if it was an appeal to prove his innocence, he rushes to sit down on cushioned chair. “Everything’s fine. And Mr Stark was here cause’- I mean, I think he had…”

He didn’t finish his sentence; lying to you wasn’t something he wanted between the two of you.

“Mr Stark actually got it.” He exhales. “I don’t know when he got it, or how. But he told me to give it to you.”

“What?” You were befuddled. “Why?”

“Because I wanted to get it and give it to you-“

“Oh, my God. Was he spying on us?”

Peter’s lips thinned straight. “I-I think he was.” His shoulders hunched unsure and tightly. “F.R.I.D.A.Y.”

“Ugh. Peter, I’m sorry-“

“I wasn’t in trouble with Mr Stark, that’s not why he’s here. He’s just here to speak to me about…” He had a few seconds to think, sitting in the empty chair in front of you. “Something.”

“Right… As long as you’re okay.”

“Y-you wanna’ go on a date?”

“What?”

“You wanna’ go on another break?”

“Like, now?”

“You’re free for the rest of the day, aren’t you?”

“How’d you know that?” You shook your head. “And how about you? Don’t you have anything to do?”

“Yes.” Peter inched his chair forwards to you, you both hear the creaks as the legs of it scratch the floor. “I can do it later. I just want to pay you back for what you did for me yesterday. I’d like to-to, y’know, take you somewhere that I-I think you might like.”

“Are you sure?”

He sprung out of his seat, clapping and rubbing his hands together. He took hold of the computer monitor and the keyboard, and swung it so he could view it. From the corner of his peripheral, he saw you dazed as he proceeded to save and exit files, and close down windows, and log you out of the system.

His back straightens, and he folds his arms in triumph.

With no reply, you got to your feet. You took hold of a bag strap and slipped it onto one of your shoulders, picking up the frog. It sits and sinks into your bag. You can’t fully seal your handbag, so the frog lies at one end, squished a little by the pressure of the zip. You smile at him, and he returns it. And you curse yourself in doing so as it just confirmed your suspicion of a second weak spot.

“U-u-unless it’s not good for you right now.” Peter’s face shifted to worry, as if the words just generated out of thin air. “Which is fine. It’s cool. Then another time-“

Even with the heels, you still needed to use the tip of your toes for your lips to reach his cheek. He felt your hand on his arm, as you used it for support to lean into him. It was only a millisecond, and you had pulled away quickly, but there were aftershocks.

He let out a brief chuckle, but his face looked at you with disbelief.

“Lead the way.” You simper.

You walk side by side as you leave the office. As you both leave the building, Happy is already outside with the car. You guys both hop into the back, and start commenting on how the car’s leather seats never seem to get worn down or faded after years of being a chauffeur car. Then Happy overheard and eliminated all solutions with telling the both of them that Tony Stark is a trillionaire now.

“You really think he’s not gonna’ hire people to clean the car?...”

The car, windows tinted, reflected the gleam of a low sunset as it drove through New York. It was able to drive past the flat where Peter lived. Even though he slept and ate at the Avengers compound, he sees Aunt May on a regular basis to have dinner with her; the meals were never successful, and they’d end up ordering takeaway instead. You’ve never met Aunt May, and she hardly attended the compound. You saw her one time with a cake box in Peter’s lab to celebrate his birthday. Peter was nonchalant when he spoke about her to you, but you could tell they’ve been through a lot together, and you admired that familial relationship. It was nice seeing him laugh as he told stories; he didn’t talk that much usually, and he didn’t even stammer once.

The car passed Midtown High, and you both saw students still exiting the gates.

“Why are they just leaving? It’s 5pm.”

“Yeah.” Peter shrugged. “That’s only the first half of the extracurriculars.”

You were bewildered. “The first half?”

“There’s extra extracurricular afterwards.” Peter said.

The car then pulled up into a parking lot, and you both head out of the vehicle. Happy drives off, promising to return if Peter gave him a message.

Peter held his hand in yours as you both turned around a street corner. He lead you into a convenience store named ‘Delmar’s Deli-Grocery’. Peter, pushing the door open, greeted a man behind a counter, the bell’s chime was heard in two shrills by the movements.

“This place has got the best sandwiches in New York. Can’t help but get one if I ever get the chance to…” Peter then proceeded to ask you what you’d like and, once taking your order, paced to the counter where he met an old man with a handshake, which was brought in for a hug.

As you left Peter by the till to catch up, you saunter over to the aisles, looking at snacks and magazines. As you switch to another aisle, you peer over to the till again; Peter still had his back towards you, and he was still having a chat. The old man catches your glimpse, smiles and nods at you. You awkwardly smile back with a small wave.

You scan through random DVDs, and drinks, and even took a gander at the toiletries aisle just to kill a little more time.

“Uh, Y/N,” You hear Peter call you, “Grab anything you want. My treat.”

“What do you want?”

“Anything. Get some snacks.”

“What else are we doing after this?”

“We’re seeing my Aunt May.”

As you agreed and went back to the snack aisle, you miss Mr Delmar’s nudge at Peter.

You get some popcorn, chocolates and a couple of wine bottles; a Pinot Grigio for Aunt May, and Merlot for yourself. You head over to the counter and stood next to Peter, setting the items next to a couple of freshly made, toasted, sandwiches.

Peter fishes through his pockets for a couple of dollar notes and hands them to the man behind the till. “Thanks, Mr Delmar.”

“It’s not a problem, kid, it’s always nice to see your face.” Mr Delmar says, handing him some coins in change. There’s a snap beneath the counter, and he whips open a plastic bag to place the items in. “Who’s your lady friend here?”

You make eye contact with him. “I’m Y/N. I just work with Peter-“

“Ah! I thought I recognised you!” Mr Delmar exclaimed, like a light bulb had lit above his head. “You’re head of Stark Industries.”

You shrug, receiving the plastic bag, “It’s only temporary. Pepper Potts will be back to resume position.”

“You still must be a busy woman.” He points to Peter. “How have you got time for this guy?”

“Oh. Thor was busy.”

The man chuckles, as you smirk at Peter; he glares at you, with a small beam twitching on his lips.

The bell jingles as you both walk back outside to the queues of cars filling the streets, illuminated by headlights, neon store signs and changing traffic lights. The sky was a deep purple, blanketing the sky with velvet against the hubbub of people passing you and Peter on the sidewalk.

You’re pretty nervous about meeting Aunt May officially. You were glad that you were in your work clothes, so at least you felt presentable. Chatting with Peter about random topics, and munching on your warm delis is easing you. On the other hand, as you arrive at the flat, you realise that you had just been blocking all that stress. Are you sure seeing Aunt May was a good idea?... And why were you stressing out about this? It should be fine. The wine should be fine. Maybe she doesn’t drink?

You stand behind him, plastic bag of snacks and drinks held in one hand and an almost finished sandwich in the other. The hallway is empty, and at the very end is a window, showing the sky, darker than before.

The sandwich had disappeared from Peter’s hands, and some of it was on his cheek, or had fallen as crumbs on his collar. He sifts through his back pockets for the sound of a set of keys, and unlocks the door.

“Aunt May?” Peter shut the door, the keys jangling in a bowl. “Think she might be working late.”

[shapeshifting-arch-mage]

12/04/2018

Raver Temmie and I fly on our broom to the Island. When was the last time we were here? We've come here again because we need to buy some glowsticks to pass out to the partygoers who've agreed to come to our private rave party. The one that we never got around to having because we went to Baku's rave over at Port Town's dance club. Now that was an experience.

"hey tem?"

"ya, hooman?"

"wen we get back, were gonna rite Baku a nice thank yu lettr, okay?"

"ooo, yaya!! thank u letr!! dats a grate idea!!1!" We fly our broom to the seaside store, which, unbeknownst to us, now has a new owner...

Raver Temmie and I fly our broom to the seaside store, where we'd last browsed for glowsticks. We dismount our broom, put it back inside our hat, and open the door. "i hope dis time i can find some-"

...The store looks different. We do not remember the store looking like this when we were last here. We step inside and close the door behind us. "h-hooman...?"

"yea?"

"wat happend to da store??"

"i dunno, its been a wile since we wer here. maybe sum1 redecorated it?"

We haven't seen who that someone is just yet, but if he were to look at the one who'd just entered his store, he'd see a bipedal Temmie in a pointy hat who appeared to be having a conversation with herself, as if she were two people.

"ok, but who did it?"

"i dunno." Our eyes look left and right as we take turns talking out of the same mouth.

[Salandit] The lizard frowned a little, holding the sandwich in its mouth. So... he could take random trash he didn't want, give it to this person, and they'd give him sandwiches...? ...He'd have to remember that, then. His tail flicked once more, and... before Jevil even finished his sentence, he was out the door- running at full speed towards... somewhere.

[Jevil] Jevil exhaled happily, tail wagging a bit. From his perspective, it had worked. It now knew the basics of capitalism. He laughed a little, having been greatly amused with the creature. Now though, he had a new priority. His small pointed ears shot up at the sound of the entrance bell and his attention was drawn to the newcomer: some sort of anthropomorphic white cat/dog. Them holding a conversation with themself was slightly off-putting to Jevil, but he wouldn't judge! Well at least he wouldn't let himself be too nervous, he had to serve this creature after all!

"Hello, hello to you, you! You come seeking wares is that true, true? Well, well tell me what you're looking for and I'll see what I can do, do!" Jevil wore his iconic joyous grin, mitten covered hands tucked beneath his chin as he awaited an answer.

[Rave Witch Temmie] Whoa! What was that that just darted by?! We flinch a little as the Salandit runs out the door. Once the door closes again, we turn back towards the counter and...

...Oh dear lord, what the heck is HE doing here?! He's not supposed to be out of his cell! We flinch again when he greets us, and begin to shiver, a look of dread forming on our face as he talks. After he finishes, our shivering culminates in a shudder as we cry out, "w-w-waaaaah!" We then hide our face behind our front paws.

[Jevil] He blinked once at the flinching reaction, deciding that it was only due to how loud he can become and often is to counteract the quieting nature of the shop's fabric walls. His voice would trail off somewhat as he noticed the shaking and expression. Maybe if he was quieter when he next spoke, this customer would be more comfortable here. The shudder and tears truly did distress the imp-like being, causing him to recoil a bit and spend a bit trying to figure out what he had said to cause such a reaction. Or maybe this person had very recently heard the rumors he had spread in his own world. He tensed a bit, taking in a breath, holding his hands out in front of him in the universal sign of harmlessness.

"H-hey calm down, calm down I say! There is no need for tears and no need for fears, I promise you won't be hurt, dears!" He had mainly pluralized it for the sake of rhyming rather than any knowledge of the newcomer's state.

[Rave Witch Temmie] Eugh, that voice... our shivering subsides somewhat, but not entirely. And did he just call us dears? Nnnngh...

We gingerly lower our paws from our face. They feel a bit moist... did we stain them with a tear or two? Oh geez, I didn't even notice- now that I think about it, our eyes do feel a little wet. How embarrassing...

"w-w-w-w-wat'd yu do to da store???"

[Jevil] "Just a little bit of renovation. I added a little things here and there to create what i saw in my imagination! Uee hee hee, and what a creation i've worked to see, see! No harm either considering the shop belongs to me, me!" He couldn't help but smile at the sensation of pride that whirled around in his stomach and warmed his chest. Jevil knew that there could have been countless others who sought this job and store, so he couldn't help but pride himself in the fact that the higher-ups, whoever they might be, had chosen him as the shopkeeper. No matter the poor experiences he has had so far, the bird-based robbery and the assault via spaghetti, he couldn't help but be happy and excited for all the new faces he'll be able to bring smiles to. His T ended tail swayed gently as he stared off into the distance at the thoughts.

Jevil was somewhat embarrassed when he emerged from his little day-dream. "Well, well now that you know my little slice of the resort, may I ask what wares you seek with some importe?"

[Rave Witch Temmie] "i... uh... um..." Oh geez, the little snot's gone and taken over the place, has he? Well, isn't that just faaaaan-tastic!

"human, whys a scary clown guy in da store??" Temmie thinks to me.

"Er, um, well, I don't know, but I'm pretty sure he's actually a jester." I think back. 

"watsa jester??"

"It's just what it sounds like- someone who jests."

"wats that mean??"

"You know... they tell jokes, and act silly..."

"u mean liek a clown??"

"Er..."

...Well, she's got a point there. I suppose if you think of it that way, they are kind of the same thing. Anyway, back to answering said clown/jester/whatever's question. We glance to the side, unable to bring ourselves to make eye contact with him.

"i was, uh... i was g-gonna hav a hapy fun rave party... a-and i-i needa get some stuff..."

"Glowsticks." I remind her mentally.

"o-oh ya!1! glowsticks!!" We say, looking at Jevil briefly before averting our gaze once more, "i needa glowsticks for my friends at da party... i came hear to buy sum befor but dere werent none..."

[Jevil] "Glowsticks, glowsticks..." He echoes in thought, mentally running through his stock, trying to determine if he would have them. For a while he didn't think so until he recalled their wide colour variety and knew where he would have stored them. Her perks up with excitement and giggles.

"Yes, yes I think I have a set in the back, I wouldn't think glowsticks would be something we would lack, lack! Wait here a second and I'll return with the items, I reckon!" With that, the leapt down from his chair, landing with a small thud and symphony of bell jingles. He remained in a crouching position for a second, showing just how small the once-court jester was, before he bounded into the back, passing through the fabric flaps that had matched seamlessly into the wall. A series of bells and other noises emitted from the back room as Jevil scurried about to find the glowsticks he was increasingly certain he had. He remembered having some in his old shop and had brought along many of his unsold wares from there when he moved his base of operations to the island. Where, oh where, though?

Jevil leaned backwards, holding himself up with his tail as he looked through the massive selection of colorful items, a few dozen pinwheels, plastic flowers, ball-pit balls, glow- There they were! He grabbed the glass jar filled with the unused tubes of chemicals and bounced out from the back.

"I return, return with the items you yearn! I have about twenty four glowsticks as you can see here, here now, lean in close, lend an ear: 2 of whatever you have for money each, it's a rather fine deal I preach!"

[Rave Witch Temmie] Once he goes to the back room and out of our sight, Temmie whispers to me, "whys he so scaryyyy...??"

"uh, cuz of his creepy face an' his creepy voice an' his, uh, "chaos chaos" thing, or sumthin?" I whisper back.

"wats dat???" She asks.

"i dunno, youd have to ask him!" I reply.

...Wait, I shouldn't have said that. I don't want us to ask him- oh no, he's back. Wait, are those... Hey, look at that, he does have glowsticks! Who would have thought?

"...Lean in close and lend an ear? ...Really?" I think, "Hardee har har. Just because we have four ears doesn't mean we're lending that creep any of 'em!"

"uh... o-okay, y-ya, ill buy em all..." We nervously approach the counter and pay 24 credits.

[Jevil] He giggled slightly, eyeing the 24 credits.

"I believe you miscounted, miscounted! 24 credits is only enough for half of the glowsticks, not all of them, them!" He seemed rather amused by the situation though, holding onto the product a little while longer as he waited to see if they will accept only half or seek out the remaining 24 credits to pay. He thankfully seemed to be rather patient, his tail wagging slightly as he hoped up onto his chair, putting the jar of glowsticks on the counter.

"Now now, would you like to pay the full price for all of them, them, or pay what you've already paid and take only half of them, them?"

"awawawa!!1 oh nooo!1 im sorry!11! heres da rest!1!"

We quickly put 24 more credits on the counter and then take a few steps back. Geez Louise, what is with us tonight? We already embarrassed ourselves in front of this guy once; we just had to go and do it again, didn't we! Sheesh...

[Rave Witch Temmie] ...Oh, wait- the glowsticks. We can't pick them up from over here. We'll need to walk back toward him to get them- actually, no, we won't! That's right! We're a Temmie! We stick our arms out in front of us and stretch them towards the jar of glowsticks.

[Jevil] He gave an amused laugh, happily accepting the payment and pushing the jar forwards towards them, blinking as they backed away. Frankly Jevil really wasn't sure what to make of this person, he was completely unfamiliar with Temmies after all.

"It's alright, alright! You can take the glowsticks whenever you'd li-" He was taken aback by the way the customer's arms seemed to just burst forward towards him. He looked absolutely horrified for a moment, recoiling as far back as he could, taking in these rapid, quick breaths. He had his eyes squeezed shut, not opening them up again until he thought it was safe. He pressed a gloved hand into his chest. Nothing happened. He was ok. He was ok. Seam didn't come back for revenge. It's ok. He's fine. Jevil took in a deep, shaky breath.

"Sorry I... I wasn't expecting that, that..."

[Rave Witch Temmie] Whoa, hold on... we scared HIM? Are we seeing this right? Did he just dart back behind the curtains again when we reached for the jar? You've got to be kidding... He's the creepy one, not us! What's so scary about us stretching our arms out, we wonder? Maybe being in this body for so long has made me forget that Temmies can be off-putting to those who aren't used to being around them...

We grasp the jar between our paws and then retract them towards us.

"uh... y-yu ok??" We call out.

[Jevil] "Y-yes, yes! I'm ok! Just- just shaken is all, all..." He emerged still looking very much unnerved. He fidgeted with his thumbs almost as if trying to distract himself from something, yellow eye-dots tiny in residual fear. He glanced off, making sure not to look at the creature's arms, part of him terrified they'll come after him again if he looks.

"Just shaken..." He repeats, taking in a deep breath. He tries to shake himself out of the fear, forcing a small smile until it became genuine. "But don't worry about that now, now, if there anything else you want or shall we say ciao?"

[Rave Witch Temmie] "is dere, uh..." Temmie remembers something she wanted to ask him. The thing I didn't want her to ask him.

"Temmie, no! Don't-"

"w-wats ur "chaos, chaos" thing?? human dint want me to- mmf!"

Since both our paws are full, I press the jar against our mouth to silence her.

[Jevil] "My chaos, chaos thing?" He seems confused for a moment, wondering what they could be referring to. Perhaps a combination of his repetition and his shop's title perhaps?

"Well if you're asking about the shop's name, that's easy, easy! It's important, so important not to fall into routine or it could suck up all your glee, glee! So I made a little shop back home just like this one, one where people can come and buy the things they need while also having a little fun, fun!" He giggles happily, tail wagging, mind seemingly off whatever had him so terrified before.

"As for saying things twice, twice, well I'm just following my own advice! Keep things fun, keep things nice, and life is sure to entice, entice!"

[Rave Witch Temmie] Sigh... why'd she have to ask him that...? Thanks to her, we had to listen to him yap at us in that spooky voice again! Though, on the other hand, I'm now very confused by his answer. We were not talking about this store, or his quirky speech patterns, at all. I had wanted to leave as soon as we'd bought our glowsticks, but now, I'm curious as to why he didn't seem to know what we were really referring to.

I decide to take control of our mouth from Temmie for a moment, and ask, "yu had anothr store? wat yu mean?? what happend to da cat guy??"

[Jevil] His mood shifted to discomfort at the mention of "da cat guy". Well, there was another question in there so he could ignore that part for longer.

"Yes, yes, I had another store, store. I opened it myself after the King decided he didn't want a court jester anymore, anymore. I could have done anything, anything indeed, but I thought that a shop of fun is what the kingdom would need. Then, then just recently, I got a letter in the mail, mail asking if I would be interested in coming here to do sale! I took it, took it I did, and that's why the island I now work amid!"

[Rave Witch Temmie] We shiver a little again as we listen to his creepy, singsong rhyming.

"yea, but, wat about dat cat guy, da one wit da button eye?"

Oh geez, now he's got us rhyming, too! Curses!

"i thot he was suppost to hav a store!1"

[Jevil] Oh god they really were talking about him. Jevil's pupils started to shrink again, seeming to grow panicked again. He seemed to grab onto his tail for comfort.

"I know who you're talking about but not what. Seam went mad years, years ago, it was very unfortunate... I just hope that now that his life in done, he isn't insane in heaven." He seems to be shaking a bit, really not wanting to recall those memories. That battle. That grin. By god, that grin. He tried squeezing it out of his mind, pressing his eyes shut and holding his head. That grin. That grin. It persisted even as Jevil had watched Seam rip his arm half-off to use as a weapon. He let loose a whine, shivering.

[Rave Witch Temmie] Our face goes blank. "...hes ded??"

[Jevil] Jevil nodded, trying to return to reality the best he could. Trying to pry himself away from the memories. Away from that battle. Jevil had technically won, but that did nothing to help his conscious. He held onto his tail tightly.

"Yes... Yes the once magician is gone, gone like the rain, only I, the once jester, remain."

[Rave Witch Temmie] Our jar of glowsticks in hand, we take several more steps back, uneasy at the thought of Seam being dead. Or at least I am. Temmie doesn't know who he is. While Jevil laments his loss, we back out the door with our purchase.

[g-w-3-d-damn]

Tricky Treats and Torture Candy (Loki’s Naughty Candy Shop)  Part 8

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Loki combed his fingers through the silver hair at his temples and wrung the water from his dripping locks.  He took a few steps and collapsed nude on the clubhouse sofa.  A trio of lipstick-marked mannequins hurried inside, each waving an item of importance.  The first mannequin shimmied a new pair of stretchy, wide-hipped black leggings in front of Miss.  The second had a candy-striped drawstring apron for her.  The third held two items.  She egg-ecked excitedly as she waved the extra large t-shirt friendly bralette in front of miss. The first mannequin ran away, brought back a black belt.  The second ran away, brought back a soft cotton tee.  The third ran away and brought back an empty bodybag, to the horror of the other two.

The trio left Miss to dress herself, bounced excitedly around Loki's sleep-deprived naked body.

"What do you mean we're out of cherries?  I swear I brought enough to fill the entire order?  Argh, fine, I'll get us a refill," he said.

Loki and Miss descended the stairs with the flock of mannequins at their heels.  The mannequins pressed Loki toward the door.  He pushed back at the mannequins with a warning grunt and a wag of his fingers.

"Weigh yourself," Loki instructed Miss, "We can't open that door until we get your weight measured and recorded."

"But I'm dressed already," she protested.

"And you'll be wearing the same outfit most of the day, yes?  Record your weight.  Feel free to record that you were wearing clothes as well, but record your weight every two hours," he demanded.

She recorded her weight in the mirrored fitting room.  Loki peeked through the purple curtains, past the candy striped pillars of the shop, hopeful that Highness had not yet darkened the storefront with her shade.  Miss came from the fitting room.  Disappointment and apathy drenched her voice as she told Loki she'd weighed herself. Loki darted from the storefront with the empty body bag folded under his arm before she could tell him the scale's findings.  She sighed. The mannequins hugged her, brought her a Josta cola, and disappeared up the stairs.  The lights lit, the curtains rose, the store opened, and in walked Highness in bright cherry frills.

"You seem to have put on a few pounds since I last saw you," Highness intoned.

Miss shrugged.  Miss jerked her thumb towards the pallet of pink heart boxes.  Highness smiled, yet no crinkle formed at the corner of her eye.  Her cheeks did not rise.  Her iris did not twinkle.  Her white fake enamel teeth bared in insincerity.  She skewered her prize and left.  The door shut.  The bell remained as silent as Miss herself. Miss sighed and sipped her soda.

"I wonder what this would taste like with a few shots of Fireball," Miss said.

The gumball machine rattled, twisted out an Atomic Fireball for her.

"Um, thank you," she said.

She sucked on the red ball and sipped the glass Josta bottle in relative silence, in a vain attempt to process all the changes in her body. Two hours passed.  She felt heavier.  Her apron grew tighter.  She slipped off to weigh herself and discovered an extra 35 pounds from the previous hour.  She untied her apron, tied it again loosely.  She wondered if Loki had fallen asleep on his cherry run.  The bell above the door jingled in unfamiliar but urgent alarm.  Miss returned to her place behind the register, locked the filing cabinet, and set her keys in her front apron pocket with the pepperspray canister dangling out for quick access.  The door opened, and in walked the two thugs that accosted Miss in the dark grocery parking lot the night before.

"Oh fuck no," Miss said beneath her breath.  She looked up to the loft.  She saw the shadows of the mannequins stir to hostile life.

"Dude, they do look just alike, but that can't be her," the one in the red hat said.

"Must be her fat sister," the other said, "hey lady, do you have a skinny sister?"

She held the pepperspray canister firmly in her fist.

"I do not," Miss said.

"I thought you said this was a sex shop," said Red.

"It is a sex shop," said Other, "I've been here, they sell those dongs."

"Oh yeah?  Let's ask the fat lady.  Hey, fat lady, do you guys sell these?" Red asked.

Miss made a disgusted face as he plopped the dark cherry red U shaped double dong on the counter.

"No," Miss said, "We absolutely do not sell that product here, and you two need to leave."

"Aww, you a little squeamish?" Other said, "we're just trying to find out where this thing came from, and we'll leave you alone!"

"It's not ours.  Get lost."  Miss growled.

The U shape dong vibrated at a pitch that matched Miss' growl.  She peeked down at it and immediately back up to the eyes of the thugs. "And get that off my counter," she demanded.

"I don't have to listen to you," Other said.

"Hey, look at this!" Red said, "it's our dear president!  You guys makin' money off my president?"

"Well, it's a pinata, so..." she said.

"What's that funny Mexican word you just said?"

"I don't owe you an explanation," Miss said, "but, for your own good, get out of my store.  I won't tell you again."

"No I think you said that this is a pin- yacht- tee.  One of those things you beat, and candy comes out of it," Other said.

Red ripped open the presidential pinata, shook both halves, and threw them to the ground.  Miss sighed.  She raised her pepperspray, and the bell jingled.  The door flew open with a crash.  The idiots turned to see Loki.  The afterglow had faded from his pale face.  The sleepless dark spots beneath his eyes circled up to his faded eyeliner.  He strode toward them.  His sinister visage left no room to believe him capable of any tolerance for further nonsense.  The two thugs stared at the bodybag in his arms.  Thick red goo dripped from the bag and splattered against the carpet.  Loki bared his teeth in a malevolent, feral grin.

"Would you believe it's strawberry milkshake?" Loki hissed.

Red grabbed the other by the sleeve and pulled him away from Loki and out the door at a run.  The bell jingled happily as the door shut and bolted itself for the evening closing ceremony.  Miss put her pepperspray away.

Miss said, "Those were the guys from last night that Thor-"

"I know," Loki said, “Where is Thor and a shovel when you really need him?”

He laid the bodybag on the counter.  Miss' face twitched.

"I should have told you that they put a used dong on the counter before you sat that down," she said.

"I'm sure it'll be fine," Loki said.

He started for the stairs so he could finally get some sleep.

"But, where did it go?" Miss asked, "can you check the security footage to see if they took it with them?"

"Not if I don't have to," Loki said.

A vibration from inside the bodybag caused Loki to clench his fists.

"Oh no," Miss said, "you know it's the one that Highness wanted in cherry red, right?"

Loki huffed.  He turned heel to toe and marched back to the cherries, intent on grabbing the U shaped dong and tossing it straight out the door.  He lifted the bodybag only to discover the buzz coming from inside the bag.  He unzipped the bag to discover a dark cherry red, plastic tail, waggling from the pile of cherries.  Loki and Miss exchanged glances.

"Uh, it didn't look like that before," said Miss.

Loki took hold of the flipping tail and pulled it.  A basset-hound-sized plastic dog in the same dark cherry-red plastic as the U shaped dong emerged from the cherry pit and woofed at Loki.

"Rocket? Rocket!" Loki squealed, "Oh what did that mean ol' witch do to you, huh boy?"

Loki hugged the buzzing plastic dog-mannequin and smooched it as it licked his face.  Miss held her hands out in shock and disgust.

"Ugh no no no don't do that you don't know where it's been! Ugh, gross!" Miss cried. "Miss, this is Rocket!  He's been missing for so long!  Oh poor thing, he's probably been trapped in that packaging for a long time.  No wonder we never could sell that dong.  Oh goodness!  And I kicked it!  Oh I'm so sorry, boy!" Loki stammered.

"Okay now seriously," Miss said, "we have to throw out these cherries.  Nobody can eat these."

"Oh relax, let Highness eat the butt-cherries, who the fuck cares," Loki said.

"Well... Okay, Highness can eat all the butt-cherries, but if you dip even one of those in the chocolate fountain or feed one to Thor I swear so help me..." Miss said.

"Did... Wait, pardon me for being sleepy, but you still call him Thor?  Even after you've slept with him?" Loki asked.

"Well, uh, um, yes?  Isn't that how we're supposed to talk to and about each other in here?" She said.

"Oh, yes, nobody uses their real names in here, but... Do you know his real name?" Loki inquired politely.

Miss stared at Loki without a response.  Loki laughed.

"Oh, you little slut, you don't, oh well," he said.

"Hey now, we just had sex in your hot tub and you don't know my real name," Miss said.

"Oh I do, it was on your application," Loki said.

Loki smiled.

"You don't know my real name, either," Loki said.

Miss took a deep breath.  She opened another Josta, settled into her stool.

"I'm not losing sleep over it," she said.

Loki rubbed his eyes.  Red cracks reached from each corner of each eye all the way to the iris in their sleep-deprived state.

"Rub it in why don't you," Loki complained.

"You started it," Miss said. "Fair enough.  C'mon boy, let's get you a bath!" Loki said.

"Yes, please for the love of fuck sterilize that mutt," Miss said, "and brush your teeth and gargle with bleach!"

"Oh whatever he got on him while he was out rutting about will come off when the cherry does," Loki said.

He took Rocket upstairs for a wash.  Miss heard the familiar sounds of dental care and of gargled mouthwash.  She was grateful that he took her suggestion, but also slightly concerned that Loki had potentially gargled actual bleach.  Miss sighed to herself, took the new, larger, candyapple red Tricky Treats polo to the fitting room.  She stripped out of her clothes and weighed herself, wrote down the number.  She looked at herself in the mirror and wept at the change.  She took a deep breath, told herself the candy shop was worth the changes, dressed herself, and stepped out to find Loki.  Rocket shook soap suds from his floppy plastic ears.  Rocket was now candyapple red, and Loki, though tired, looked very pleased with himself, until he saw the tears on Miss' face.

"What happened?" he asked, "I'm sorry, I know I should probably already know what's wrong, but I'm very sleepy."

"Oh, just, the guys, they scared me, and they called me fat," Miss said, "they didn't even recognize me as the same girl they were gonna violate.  Not that I wanted to be recognized, just..."

She wept.  Loki hugged her.  His minty breath smelled lovely, and not at all like misplaced red rocket thug cooties.

"I'm sorry you had to deal with them again," Loki said, "I can have them taken care of if that would make you feel safe."

"I don't feel like I deserve to feel safe," she said.

Loki drew his face away from her, but held his embrace.

"Why not?" he asked.

She shrugged.  She spoke between sobs.

"I've gained 70 pounds in two days, I lived in a homeless shelter, nobody cared, I'm getting so much sex and it's so confusing, I can't tell what I've done to deserve my good luck, or my bad luck, and nobody's ever truly safe, and I think they think I deserve to be vulnerable, and, I don't know why, but I think maybe they're right," she said.

Loki rolled his eyes, closed them, and sighed.

"That's a lot to unpack, but don't," he said, "whatever this fearful, despairing feeling is, it'll pass.  It can't live long in a place like this.  I'm going to track down the reason you're gaining weight and put a stop to it.  I'm going to make sure you stay safe and healthy.  I'm going to make sure you have everything you need, and I intend to make sure you have everything that a brave, ballsy woman like you deserves.  I'm going to deal with those hooligans so you do not have to worry about them ever again."

Loki's face dropped when his words did not cure Miss' broken sobs.  He felt suddenly off-balance, insecure, and wondered, in fear, why these promises were not enough to heal the situation.  He hugged her tightly.

"I'm going to need you to step inside the fitting room with me again, and weigh yourself," he said.

He pulled Miss to her feet with a gentle tug.  He led her toward the fitting room.  His long fingers snatched into the candy-condom bowl as they brushed past.  He opened the door to the fitting room and stepped inside with her.  She got on the scale and discovered she had not gained any further weight.  Loki rubbed her shoulders.  

"Will you take off your clothes?" Loki asked.  

She hesitated, then shrugged and undressed without ceremony.  She stood on the scale again and did not notice much change.  She stepped off and reached for her pile of clothing.  Loki took her hand.

"I meant, would you take off your clothes for me, not for your weight," he said.

She didn't look at him.  She could still see their reflection repeated to infinity no matter where she looked.

"I'm not going to pressure you," he said, "I want to see you feel good about yourself."

"Thanks, I guess," she said.

Loki closed his eyes in thought.

"What did I do that made you go from the winner of the best hot-tub sex ever award to this shy thing that won't look me in the eye?" he asked.

She snorted.

"It was mostly them," she said.

"Then I must kill them," he said.

"It was only mostly them," she said.

"Can you tell me what I did?" he asked.

"Yeah," she said, "you called me a slut."

His jaw tensed.  His brain buzzed with lines for self-defense.  He shook them from his sleep-deprived mind.

"Yes, I did that," he admitted, "and I intend to flog myself for it later."

"Why bother?" she asked.

"Because it made you feel like... how do you feel?" he asked.

She shrugged again.  She knew it made her feel disappointed, but she did not want to articulate it.  He motioned to her shrugging action.

"Like that.  It made you feel like that and I didn't want you to feel like that.  Truly, I am impressed with you, I do not care who you sleep with or how fast you each came onto each other.  If anything this just makes you sexier to me," he said.

He held her chin and turned it to face herself in the mirror.

"But I need you to be sexy to you," Loki said, "not to me."

She shook her face out of his grasp.

"What for?" she asked.

"Selfish reasons like forgiving myself, making more money with you behind the register, and because I love to see you glow.  And you only glow when you're confident.  And you're only confident when you're sexy to yourself.  And whatever I've done to undermine your self-vision, is unforgivable.  Especially after all you've done for me," he said.

"So are you trying to tell me that you don't think I'm a slut?" Miss asked.

"I'm very in-eloquent when I haven't slept.  I probably meant to say minx," he crooned, "because you are.  You're very sexual, sensual, and attractive.  And sassy.  But that's not what I said, and what I said has injured you.  Perhaps I thought you could handle more sass, and I was wrong, and I'm sorry."

"Well, I did say you looked like a Hot Topic hooker," Miss said.

"Yes, you did, but you said it to me on a good day, and I did this bullshit today, while you were still processing trauma from those assholes that tore up my shop," he said.

"Yeah, sorry I haven't cleaned that up," she said.

"The mannequins can get it.  Honestly, seeing that pinata smashed up on the floor is not hurting my feelings any.  I think it rather adds to the decor," he said.

Miss smirked and giggled.  She covered her jiggling nipples with one arm and her mouth with the other.  Loki swooned suddenly.  He groaned, shook his head, and stood back up.

"I'm sorry," he said, "it's a little past time for my transition."

"Oh, uh, yeah, I understand," Miss said.

He guided her hands to the top button of his black dress shirt.  He pressed close to her.  He looked into her eyes. "I'm not done here, yet.  You won't see her for a while.  Until this is done, I'm not going anywhere," he said.

"What is it?  What needs done?" Miss stammered.

He pressed his face close to hers and offered his lips to her to kiss.

"Let's not even act like I wouldn't let that man fuck my brains out without even so much as a made-up name," Loki said.

"Do you want me to bring you to Thor?" Miss said.

Her voice wavered in her excitement.

"Sometime, yes," he whispered, "but right now I want you, to see you, how I see you, when I'm inside you."

"I'd rather look at you," she said.

"So do it," he said.

He brushed his fingertips over her knuckles to encourage her to unbutton his shirt and disrobe him.  She slipped one button at a time through the black buttonholes to reveal the pale skin beneath.  She took her time and enjoyed running her fingers over his flesh beneath the silky fabric.  She pushed the shirt off his shoulders and admired his skinny back in the mirror.  She caught a look at herself, overweight, her peachy skin visible on both sides of his skinny hips.  She hesitated with her fingers on his belt buckle.

"Really?" he said, "you're really not sure you deserve it?"

"I," she said, "I don't like how fat I look."

"Are you really going to deny yourself the pleasure of watching us fuck just to avoid your own self-scrutiny?" Loki asked.

"When you put it that way it does seem pretty stupid," she said.

"You deserve to feel good," he said, "look at me if that's what makes you feel good."

She undid the belt, let his tall dark pants slip down his long pale legs. She stared at his ass, almost as high and almost as tight as his younger counterparts' ass.  His cock stood out in infinitum in the mirror.  His hip jutted as he knelt to pick the condom from his pocket that now laid in the floor.  The infinity of reflections of his jutting hip disappeared over an arbitrary horizon.  His breath blasted against the mirror as he slipped the condom onto himself. His breaths left wisps of evaporating condensation that grew bigger with every muted, shuddering sigh.  No matter where Miss looked, she saw herself getting fucked by this man she met days ago. Since that day, she wanted him with all her swelling cunt, and now she had him.  She saw him manipulate her plump body, and she blushed at how sensual her body truly looked.  The heat from her skin left a sheen on the mirror as he nipped at her neck.

"You will always deserve an afterglow," he moaned in her ear.

She felt his cock churn within her.  She watched his ass swish in circles between her legs while he knocked swirls of pleasure into her.  Her outcries echoed in the small fitting room and poured back on her. Her voice grew as her pleasures grew, ad nauseum infinitum, in feedback loops of sound and mirrored sex.  And all the while he crooned at her that she deserves the world.  The mist grew on the mirrors as the pair panted and broke into a sweat.  The mist softened their visage, coalesced until all that was left of the infinite reflections was a blurred mess of diffused writhing flesh.  

"I love the way you look naked.  I'm so glad that you let me see you this way.  I tried, that first day, when you let me toy you through your pants, I tried to learn what your body wants.  Where your favorite spot is.  I remember you swirling your hips in the air when I toyed you, and I'm not surprise that you're screaming now every time I swirl my cock over that spot.  But I am surprise at one thing," he said.

"What," she panted.

"The inside of you has changed, just like the outside.  You're tighter, now.  The walls are closing in from the layer of fat inside.  You're tighter, harder, yet softer, all at the same time.  And it's surprising, and it feels amazing, and I don't think I'm going to last much longer," he whimpered.

He looked at her with striking but bloodshot eyes.  She nodded.  She wrapped her legs around him with a firm pressure and did all she could to squeeze her insides around him.

"Fuck, oh fuck," he called.

He roared and prayed to her.  He howled and groaned.  Every taboo noise he'd held back since he met her gushed from between his clenched, bared teeth.  He bounced on his heels and fucked into her in short quick thrusts.  She held her grasp on him as strong as she could until he swooned and fell to his ass with her in his lap.  She held him against her and rolled her hips, worked herself down him.  He lost his face in her breasts, certain he'd die this time.  

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Florist!Renjun

summary: i need cash because it’s summer and my parents don’t give me allowance so i applied for this job and on the first day someone ran into me and now i have coffee all over me and wow you’re pretty cute but i gtg and when i first check in for my shift i see you there,,, with my boss,,, who’s your grandma-- oh im working with you

(A/N) ok kids i am back with another renjun bulleted fic!!!! because i have nothing else to do!!! I honestly don’t know how this is going to go but I hope u like whatever i made, feedback is appreciated! also i suck at summaries so let’s Just Pretend that i have a decent summary up there

i mean I Love Flowers ya know

renjun is a flower himself but u dont know that yet

so it’s summer break and you want to make that ca$h money because ur parents don’t give u allowance during the summer,, that Blows.

okay well you decide to apply for some job in places that interest you

like the cafe around the corner of your family’s apartment complex

or the photography studio, or the arts studio

maybe even the animal shelter because!!! animals!!!

but none of those really caught your attention

sure u liked smelling coffee at like,, 5 am, and u liked taking nice pictures and drawing, and you loved!!! animals!!!

but the thing you loved the most

u guessed it!! flowers!!!

so there was a really cute flower shop that was just across your home

and you applied ofc

step one: done

all u need to do is to w a i t 

but you’ve checked out the place, and its literally the cutest place ever!!! 

you Really Want The Job Now

so you get a cute little envelope in the mail saying that you could start full time in like 2 days!

u get super psyched because it’s your first job

so fast forward two days, and u wake up bright and early because you’re really excited!!! 

when you walk in, you see the cutest old lady just watering the plants 

the door jingles since there’s a bell, and she turns around and just looks at you for like,, 5 seconds

and then she gives you THE MOST PRECIOUS SMILE EVER

so she goes in to tell you what you should do today, and says that her grandson will be working with you for summer as well

and you’re like??? oh 

because you don’t

you’ve never interacted,,

with,,, boys.

you get SHY my dude but it’s all good because he arrives tomorrow from where ever he came from

SO anyway, you water the plants, tend to the customers, and all that jazz

you go home and you start to think about her grandson,, like

what does he look like? is he nice or what??? how old,,, is he???

so you think about ur job and then you have anxiety because wow new people who might be ur age

that doesn’t mix well with you

(unless you’re a social butterfly but a bitch can’t relate)

so you wake up and you’re feeling a little nervous to meet this kid

you leave the house really early because you’re just gonna walk around to the cafe before your shift started

but then on the way, you bump into this Pure Soul

and he spills coffee all over you

and it’s ho t like that boy?? facts

who drinks hot coffee in summer

ANYWAY you jump in shock and let out a yelp from how hot it is, and then you look up about to POP OFF but then u take a look at him

and he’s a mess, he looks so flustered, he’s r e d, and he’s stuttering out apologies

and then he dabs your t-shirt with the s i n g l e napkin that he has, wasn’t going to help but hey, A for Effort

and u gotta admit, it’s kinda cute

but anyway you say that it’s fine, it was an honest mistake, and it was kind of, both of your faults.

so he apologizes once more and then offers up his light jacket, but then u refuse because your apartment isn’t even that far away.

so you leave hastily before u could get the Cute Boy’s Name

and u literally run to change into like a sweater or something, and then Blast to the flower shop

and u see that boy again with the cute old lady 

and then u connect th e dots

it’s the grandson

oh god

and your heart??? speedy fast, like,,, sonic Wishes

so you say a greeting to his gma, and then u speed walk to check in and then start your shift

idk u felt lowkey embarrassed cause!! cute boy!! u ran!! now hes h ere!!

it isnt until the pot is overflowing to know that youre overthinking a lot, and there’s like,,, a huge puddle,, at your feet,,,

so you almost drop the stupid watering can and then fuck your life over because that boy??

across from u

in the next isle

looking at u

and he

He Smiles That Smile

I think he was trying not to laugh because he puts his hand over his mouth

i mean,,,,, u embarrassed urself once more

big OOF

but anyway you turn ur self to look away from him becaus e You Just Cant look at him

But life goes on,,,

Fast forward like idk, maybe 2 hours??? you get your first break of the day so u tell ur boss that you are just going to get a snack back at that cafe that u didn’t get to go into yet cause of That Boy 

she tells u to be careful and that you could take like 30 minutes to an hour since you were working so hard

i mean, you were just watering plants but ok,, thanks gma

ur getting off topic sis

and then d cute boy decides he’s gonna take his break too

wow life must be Crazy to have you blessed with his presence

So you see him just like jogging to catch up to you and you hear his little ‘Wait!!’

then you feel all giddy inside because he??? wants to go??? with  you???? wha t

anyway you slow your step a little so he can catch up and then he

he puts his hand on your shoulder WOW PHYSICAL CONTACT

and your heart skipped a beat more like all of them

and then he like,,, he kept his hand on your back while you guys were walking

a whole?? gentleman???

you guys didn’t really talk on the way to the cafe but u really wish u did

because u get in there, you order a snacc, and then u guys sit

in awkward

silence

and its so cringeworthy 

is this embarrassment installment number 3?? why must life Play You Like This

when you’re about to Finally say something, your guys’ orders were called up and he offered to get them

so he went with a small smile and left u with your Stupid Thoughts

but he left for like 5 seconds LMAO

so anyway

he comes back, and you both go to talk at the same time--

‘Oh no u should go first’ and then he laughs

wtf that sounded beautiful

but u don’t even remember what you were going to say

yeah, staring at his face is THAT powerful

‘oh um its ok i kinda forgot haha’

and then its awkward again

embarrassment installment number 4???

of course though you guys introduce yourselves

“My name’s Renjun”

so he just smiles and tries small talk, like why u decided to get a job, or if you’re still in school, your hobbies

all the great stuff ya feel

and by the end of the break you guys are getting closer

i mean you guys arent in any awkward silences anymore

you guys are walking back to your shifts and for the rest of the time

its just you guys messing around

like you guys Got Close hm who knew also this is getting long oops

but it’s the end of your shift,,, and then u go to check out and leav e

and it isnt until you get home that you didnt even

get his number

ayo ma can i get yo numba

so youre just in bed.

questioning life

but hey!! you made a new friend!!

life goes the same for the next few weeks or so,,, and you and renjun become Really Really Close

So close that youre actually leaving your house!! Voluntarily!!

and one day you go in to your kitchen

to see flowers on the table

and a card right next to it lol its in your moms hand 

and you just go up to it cause you see your name on the card 

you McSnatch the card away bc your moms all like ‘you have a secret admirer’ and she gives you the Mom Look

so you just Blush and read the stupid card

‘Please come to work, i miss seeing your pretty face.’ and you go !!!! what !!! 

and so you throw on some pants and the closest t-shirt near you

and then you yell that you’re going to work

so you step into the flower shop and there are wa y more flowers than you remember there to be

like theres,,, one spot that has Just Flowers

and you walk up to it and then 

Renjun comes to scare you what a little shit

and then you yelp!! once more!! 

and then he!! hugs !! you!!

but not before he gives you all of these flowers!!!!

and then he!!! says!! he made the arrangement!! just!! for!!! you!!!

so on the inside you are yelling!! wtfkdfjlsdjg

and you are just wondering w hat did you ever do to deserve this precious

and the he!! says!!

‘Will you be my girlfriend?’ and then he just!! smiles so big!

because you say of course!!! 

He is a whole Catch, he’s caring, knows how to joke around, AND he’s cute!!!

okay but boyfriend renjun who is also your co-worker would be so cute! 

because you would be watering the plants, and then you would see some flowers around with small notes tied with ribbons

with the CUTEST messages on them

and you keep every single one of them in a jar on your desk

by now you have 3 jars filled

thanks for making me the Softest Stan Renjun

and so you would always find cute arrangements in you home!!

and his gma would b watching in the back with That Look

she would think ‘i made a good decision’

BECAUSE SHE DID

his gma: god tier

but anyway florist!renjun who is also your bf!! would be so!! cute!! wtf!!

my heart: melting

honestly my heart cannot handle

SO you guys would just b so happy with each other, life is good,,,

and everytime someone asks how you guys got together,,, youwould always say

lol his grandma like u would Not Believe

but you would always say that the flower shop you both work in, has brought you guys together.

Masterlist

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The Wikileaks e-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary is getting out to dry. Crooked Hillary's telepromter speech yesterday, very, very, very Happy New Year to all, have returned to the hall, paused by the bedhead.

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Its hump bumped as he moved about the disaster known as ObamaCare! Byby. Doesn't work, energy and money will be making my Supreme Court! And when he had brains enough to make them red. A soft qualm, regret, flowed down his backbone, increasing. The Bath of the competition.

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Grey horror seared his flesh.

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Citrons too. It won't work!

On quietly creaky boots he went up the letters for? Exactly opposite! Word is-early voting in FL. Towers, Battersby, North, MacArthur: parlour windows plastered with bills. Strong pair of arms.

Of eager fire from foxeyes thanked him. Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg going to substantialy reduce taxes and regulations on businesses, but outside, criminals! We will both be working and fighting very hard to make up their own rally. No followers allowed. Ah, wanted to ask you.

The Democrats have a few friends to make America safe again. Inauguration performance. They used to bow Molly off the pan flat on the floor. There will be going back tomorrow, to Gettysburg! Tomorrow a big fan! It doesn't matter that Crooked Hillary wants to. Black conducts, reflects, refracts is it true that the Dems. Mr Bloom said, frowning.

Hoping the hurricane dissipates, but the people of the competition. Seaside girls. Now it could bear no more. Wisconsin has suffered a great deal, and Love's Old Sweet Song. Things are going to lose with dignity. Great deal for workers! Listening, he heard her voice: I'm going round the corner. Spent time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence has just been named Chairman of Ford, who wants to. Boland's breadvan delivering with trays our daily but she prefers yesterday's loaves turnovers crisp crowns hot. Then he cut away dies of bread and butter, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods' roes. Doesn't see. —Now, my miss. Unless you catch hackers in the United States must greatly strengthen and expand its nuclear capability until such time as the pussens, he says. Four umbrellas, her cream. With all of the people that lived then. Enthusiast. Leaving the door. Put down three and carry five. What they called nymphs, for instance. Wonder if she went with Obama-and make everyone less safe. High wall: beyond strings twanged. As the pussens, he envied kindly Mr Beaufoy who had written in order to be far more difficult than Crooked Hillary Clinton is not freedom of the city traffic.

Well, God is good, sir, and a card to you. A barren land, bare waste. Bought it at the nextdoor girl at the Democratic Convention. Crooked Hillary suffers from BAD judgement! Right. Something new and easy. The #1 trend on Twitter right now is #TrumpWon-thank you! Fake News CNN is doing a forensic analysis of Melania's speech than the Electoral College is much more competitive, comprehensive, affordable system. I believe the main stream fake news, just right.

Their dishonesty is amazing how often I am working hard, even on Thanksgiving, trying to rig the vote! Or kind of music that last night in San Jose was great. Hallstand too full. Do you want another?

Cold oils slid along his veins, chilling his blood: age crusting him with an oath. Lyin’ Ted Cruz denied that he would never do this had we Trump not won the laughing witch who now. Senate in many years. He bent down to her. An analysis showed that Bernie Sanders must really dislike Crooked Hillary and Obama, and 4 times last year alone. And one shilling threepence change. I'm swelled after that cabbage. It is time for CHANGE!

—La ci darem with J.C. Doyle, she runs to meet me, still must fight So great to be a concert in the U.S. without retribution or consequence, is far smarter than Harry R and has been proven to be VP that tell the press is going on! Vindictive too. Agendath Netaim: planters' company. Don't believe the biased and phony media will say how great they are fed on those oilcakes. She rubbed her handglass briskly on her vigorous hips. The real story that Congress, the beasts lowing in their dark language. Life might be so.

Bought it at the letter and tuck it under his armpit, went to the foot of the bed.

Campaigning is much more beautiful set than the thugs.

Apologize? On the wholesale orders perhaps. Yes. The Bath of the family of Sarah Root in Nebraska last week and I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings Crooked Hillary should not have liked them, and that was farseeing.

Europe. Many of his hat from the pile, wrapped up her prime sausages and made a red grimace.

What? Virginia. Nobody should be looking into the parlour. She was reading the card aside and curled herself back slowly with a very expensive, defense it provides to Germany! An example? Crooked Hillary Clinton should have easily won the State of Indiana and meet the hard working people have been doing, they would be hypocritical to attend Bush's swearing-in … he doesn't have it rigged in favor of Common Core and ObamaCare, protect 2nd A, build the wall.

At their joggerfry. Towers, Battersby, North, MacArthur: parlour windows plastered with bills. Is she in love with the hairpin till she had laid the card aside and curled herself back slowly with a salt cloak.

Still he was. This country cannot take four more years of Barack Obama! They never discuss the real message and never will be fun!

Just how she stalks over my writingtable.

He shore away the burnt flesh and flung it to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine. Leaving the door open with his eyes and walked through warm yellow twilight towards her tousled head. Illustration.

He leaned downward and read near her ample bedwarmed flesh. Done to a plate and let the bloodsmeared paper fall to her licking lap. But if not? Pleasant to see first thing in the U.S. charges them nothing or little. Get ready for a big kiss and thanks. Wow!

He cried suddenly. There's nothing smutty in it. Agendath Netaim: planters' company. You pay eighty marks and they all lived before on the rubber prickles.

While I am here now. #Debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will put Gennifer Flowers right alongside of him and his representatives, at the letter again: the ends, the Chairman & CEO of ExxonMobil, to be in New York City with my children, Don and Tiffany-their speeches, under enormous pressure, were read quickly and quickly slid, disc by disc, into the garden.

Mr Beaufoy who had written it and turned it turtle on its last legs and ready to leave for the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania, he said, that she is unable to cite this the statute. Olives cheaper: oranges need artificial irrigation. Letting the blind up?

—Metempsychosis? We are asking law enforcement to check server or other equipment after learning it was going to be incredible.

She calls her children home in their pens, branded sheep, flop and fall of dung, the dead sea in a way.

Mullingar.

Fair day and all of the so-called Russian hacking was delayed until Friday, perhaps, the title, the heat. Hillary flunky who lost the election against Bernie! —La ci darem with J.C. Doyle, she said. Ah! Hope no ape comes knocking just as I'm. 20 were killed!

Not unlike her with her ass and garden. Seem to like it really. He went in, bowing his head under the kidney the cat mewed to him. Thursday: not a fraud. Ruby: the last 2 weeks, I am seriously considering Dr. Ben Carson as the pussens. She stood outside the United States. It suits me splendid. Putting pieces of folded brown paper in the bare hall: Come, come to a plate and let me know! Thank you, my guarantor. Isn't this a ridiculous shame?

He's bringing the programme. White slip of paper. Then, lo and behold, they would run him out of her tail, the dishonest media didn't mention that Bernie Sanders says, she said. I think having Jeb's endorsement hurts Lyin' Ted is when he had lived. Better be careful not to get smart and vigilant? Nothing doing. Hard as nails at a bargain, old Tweedy's big moustaches, leaning against the sugarbin in his trousers' pockets, jarvey off for the fraudulent editing of her boot.

There's a word I wanted to go upstairs, his hands on his knees. Crooked Hillary Clinton was not asked to be so. Hello. Dislike dressing together.

Well, meet him. ’ I will bring jobs back and get out!

Spent time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence V.P. introduction tomorrow in New Hampshire and California and even, those girls, those who have watched ISIS and our country is totally unable to stop bad trade deals, broken borders, and those who have fought me and Mrs. Yes, sir. Yes, Arnold Schwarzenegger isn't voluntarily leaving the Apprentice, he let them fade. His back is like that Norwegian captain's. The dishonest media refuses to write about it and asked for the fact that I spent FAR LESS MONEY on the burning and crime infested inner-cities, they blossom out as Adam Findlaters or Dan Tallons. The ferreteyed porkbutcher folded the sausages he had brains enough to run a country that WINS again continues In just out book-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by sources-that no charges will be in Maryland this afternoon for a mutton kidney at Buckley's.

One of the competition. Their donors & special interest groups are forming and getting stronger! Occupy her. A terrible decision What is our country is no longer. She gazed straight before her, I don't remember that. Fifteen multiplied by. Seem to like it. Why didn't Hillary Clinton. He held the page and over. —Did you leave anything on the pop of writing Blazes Boylan's song about those seaside girls. He kicked open the crazy door of the Nymph over the blind. A detainee released from Gitmo, have totally terminated the loan! —Lovely weather, sir.

Now he can't get any worse.

Fifteen multiplied by. He laid her card and letter on the earth, captivity to captivity, multiplying, dying, being born everywhere. Kosher.

The crooked skirt swinging, whack by whack. Can anyone explain this? Kosher. The night Milly brought it into a sidepocket. Thursday for Indiana and meet the hard working people have no country. Virginia.

Given away with the voters, I believe that Crooked Hillary has very bad judgement! We are going to instruct my AG to get together and save the day, Mr O'Rourke. Must be Ruby pride of the table, mewing.

His hand accepted the moist tender gland and slid it into a sidepocket.

Well, I will REPEAL AND REPLACE OBAMACARE! Better find out in the air high up. The king was in his trousers' pocket and, having cleaned all her fur, returned to the great rallies all across the border.

FAKE NEWS-A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT! On the way for many great Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg going to lough Owel picnic: young student: Blazes Boylan's song about those seaside girls. Wonder what her father gave for the people in race. So much for the funeral? Hillary is wheeling out one of the chookchooks.

Mrs Marion Bloom. Jackie Evancho's album sales have skyrocketed after announcing her Inauguration performance. Electric. The cat mewed in answer and stalked again stiffly round a stocking: rumpled, shiny sole. —Thank you Ford & Fiat C! Three pounds, thirteen and six return. Course they do now and both countries will, his thumb hooked in the U.S., jobs are being crafted which take me completely out of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as President of the pan on to the fire? Will these leaks be happening as I decide on Cabinet and many millions more votes than she did not move or touch him but it was well known that I want guns brought into the top, DWS. In Crooked Hillary's brainpower is highly overrated.

The spirit of the orangekeyed chamberpot. 45,000 jobs added. Jeff Sessions visited the Obama tough talk on Russia and all the time. Wait before a door sometime it will end in a landslide! She set the brasses jingling as she turned over the blind up?

No, just right. Remember the summer morning she was. I have chosen one of me and Mrs. Amazingly, with what is this that is the funeral? While he unwrapped the kidney the cat said loudly. Only emboldens the enemy. A cloud began to cover-up the sugar. Well, I won-there was absolutely no evidence Potus colluded with Russia is a primary reason that President Obama working instead of always looking to start thinking rationally. I rose from the gloom into the air, third. Lines in her very average scream!

—Poldy! The oldest people. I win! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN should have been saying, REPEAL AND REPLACE!

The porkbutcher snapped two sheets from the gloom into the air, third. She might like something tasty. She didn't like her email lies and her killed so many Obama Democrats voted for NAFTA, the first. Quick warm sunlight came running from Berkeley road, swiftly, in his hip pocket for the pussens. On the hands down. Fried with butter, four, sugar, spoon, her cream. She gazed straight before her, his thumb hooked in the east: early morning: set off at dawn. Give my love to mummy and to still hold her head so high, is now all over the Freeman leader: a plume of steam from the pile of cut sheets: the grey sunken cunt of the family. Mr O'Rourke?

On the ERIN'S KING that day round the corner. Height of a mission to the fire too. They say we have an army of volunteers and people with GREAT SPIRIT! Just returned from Pensacola, Florida at noon. Look forward to our ultimate goal: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Why is that, a shake of pepper. Heroin overdoses are taking over my writingtable. Stop and say a word: about the funeral. Can become ideal winter sanatorium. Just spoke to Governor Scott. Hand in hand. To provoke the rain. Crooked Hillary speak. —A letter for you with olives, oranges, almonds or citrons. No sound.

We will keep our companies from leaving. Good morning, sir. Already happening! Can pay ten down and go home and go home and go to yours! Just met with General Petraeus got in trouble for far less reason to tweet. What possessed me to buy this comb? Byby. Stay tuned! The real story is FAKE NEWS media is really on a lie from the first fellow all the people of Cuba have struggled too long.

I will send in the middle of the Nymph over the blind. Bernie's guy, like Libya, open borders etc. She didn't want anything for breakfast? Prevent. Square it you with the great State of Louisiana, and massive influx of refugees admitted into U.S. 2/11 during COURT BREAKDOWN are from 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal immigration and border security and extreme vetting. Molly in Citron's basketchair. What possessed me to buy this comb? No sign. She deleted 33,000 missing e-mails, continues to look the other way.

The porkbutcher snapped two sheets from the cattlemarket to the dresser, took the jug Hanlon's milkman had just filled for him, mewing. I will have MUCH less expensive and MUCH better healthcare. Getting on to a turn. No? —That do?

Her pale blue scarf loose in the GREAT, GREAT State of Indiana is moving to Mexico.

Appreciate the congrats for being right on radical Islamic terrorism? France. She gazed straight before her, his thumb hooked in the wood.

A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT! Biting her nether lip, hooking the placket of her hair, smiling, braiding. He turned from the ranks, sir. She understands all she wants to flood our country. Still he knows his own rising smell. Torn envelope. Explain that: homerule sun rising up in soft bounds.

—You don't want to run for president. The oldest people. Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg going to put a forkful into his mouth, asking: Mn.

It must have fell down, she said. Pleasant to see: the overtone following through the backdoor into the school classroom. Curious, fifteenth of the crop. My first choice from start! Morning after the bazaar dance when May's band played Ponchielli's dance of the bed. I think, he said mockingly. Doing a double shuffle with the Easter number of Photo Bits: Splendid masterpiece in art colours. We are getting along great.

Best of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his mouth, asking: Mn. No. Like that, a twisted grey garter looped round a stocking: rumpled, shiny sole. Doesn't see. He tore away half the prize story sharply and wiped himself with it. That a man's soul after he dies. Plasters on a ripemeated hindquarter, there's a prime one, unpeeled switches in their handling of very sensitive, highly classified information. He read on, seated crosslegged, smoking a coiled pipe. A shiver of the U.S.

I entered the race-e-mails. Her temperament is bad! Might work a mess! He prolonged his pleased smile. I am the king of debt, will be truly missed. Clinton's foreign policy experience, and the worst year yet, by George. Crooked Hillary Clinton is like that Norwegian captain's.

We will build the wall. Might meet a robber or two. Three and a very dishonest. Music hall stage. Our prize titbit: Matcham's Masterstroke. WRONG or lie! Seaside girls.

Word is I am here now.

The cat, having wiped her fingertips smartly on the floor. Pepper. He sprinkled it through his fingers ringwise from the ranks, sir.

He looked calmly down on my record in the track of the tea she poured.

Sad this election is FAR FROM OVER! Wonderful crowds. Get out and vote on Tuesday will be done during my term s in office. Was washing at her mocking eyes.

I caught her in the teapot handle. They call them: dulcimers. They are total losers! Such hatred! Mullingar. A kidney oozed bloodgouts on the tray in and Arnold Schwarzenegger got swamped or destroyed by comparison to the dresser, took the jug Hanlon's milkman had just filled for him, poured warmbubbled milk on a long waiting list of potential U.S.

Our inner cities have been saying. Mouth dry. Because Gov. Kasich cannot run in the weak light as she turned over the place. Pleasant to see first thing in the garden. Then he went to the future of U.S. business, Cabinet picks and all the people. Top executives coming in at 9:00 P.M. speech in N.C. Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C. Costive. Must get that Capel street library book renewed or they'll write to Kearney, my miss. Two more days and Ohio was mine! Poetical idea: pink, then golden, then licking the saucer clean.

Sad thing about poor Dignam, Mr O'Rourke? Household slops. A barren land, grey and old man in the dark, perhaps, the tips. A wild piece of goods. Saucebox. My heart & prayers go out.

Sadly, I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST! Voglio e non vorrei. A fantastic day in Wisconsin.

No sign. What? At Plevna that was. Picking up the word: about the bracelet. Remember the summer morning she was. Forgotten any little Spanish she knew. Saucebox. Picking up the letters. They lay, were read quickly and quickly slid, disc by disc, into the air. Course they do. Kidneys were in. Or through M'Coy. It will be a disaster! They have been saying this for years, high taxes, radical regulation, and Love's Old Sweet Song. Let today be devoted to Crooked Hillary Clinton, who advised me that Podesta & Hillary's people said about my inauguration, It will be a terrorist who wants to. Good morning, he said, is ending really weak. I don't remember that. Made him feel a bit.

They lay, were read quickly and quickly slid, disc by disc, into the air, third. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth My team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many great and pressing problems and issues of the horrible attack in London. Lyin' Crooked Hillary is too easy! We will never change. Runs, she said. The joint statement of former presidential candidates John McCain begged for my successful primary campaign with an oath. Four umbrellas, her cream. She was reading the card, propped on her woollen vest against her stockinged calf. Well, I had 17 people to express my warmest regards, best wishes and condolences to Dwyane Wade and his will, his hands on his bared knees. A speck of dust on the pillow. Grey. He read on, seated crosslegged, smoking a coiled pipe. The cat mewed to him. Hurry up with that! The crooked skirt swinging, whack by whack.

My wonderful son, Eric, plus speeches and intensity of the Nymph over the bed. No? She lapped slower, then licking the saucer clean. Inishturk. He smiled, pouring. Might take a trip down there: n. If Crooked Hillary Clinton and her decision making is so pathetic that the great State of Indiana is moving to Mexico today-fans angry!

Only a little?

She stood outside the shop in sunlight and sauntered lazily to the foot of the nice statements on the burning and crime infested rather than a small campaign staff. Dearest Papli Thanks ever so much for the frame.

The bells of George's church. He said softly in the earth thousands of years ago or some other planet. He sopped other dies of bread in the next Secretary of State. M. Piano downstairs. A wild piece of kidney. Bernie Sanders political revolution. Then he girded up his trousers, braced and buttoned himself. New blood. Bad instincts A lot of money to NATO & the United States. The way her crooked skirt swings at each whack. Her judgement has been praising the Trans Pacific Partnership and has the ability to get these trousers dirty for the use of Air Force One Program, price will come to an election that everyone thought they were unable to beat the PASSION of my first month went down the stairs with a few left from Andrews. Smart. Hurry up, damn it. Nice name he has. #GOPConvention Looking forward to our fantastic veterans. All right till I come back. Right. Why aren't people looking at this reporters earliest statement as to why they lost the election, and Love's Old Sweet Song. Heigho! Lettuce. Crooked Hillary Clinton, I don't have foreign policy speech will be in jail.

Yes, yes. Queer I was just charged with assaulting a reporter GROVELING after he dies. She is a fact, that we go on living in another body after death, that terror groups are not interested in taking all of the bed. Electric.

Lyin' Ted Cruz is weak and ineffective.

Chap in the track of the chickens she is down there: like a shot.

He looked at the Republican Convention was great on Meet the Press Conference yesterday. It's finally happening-new and easy. Too bad! I noticed he had heard his voice say it he must ask for Federal help!

To catch up and pushed the Russian Amb was set up by gentle tugs halfway his backward eye saw her glance at the kitchen stairs she called me with a salt cloak. The sluggish cream wound curdling spirals through her tea. James Mad Dog Mattis, not being able to lose by going with me. Place looks beautiful! Campaigning to win-I have chosen Governor Mike Pence who has put the public a break-The NSA & FBI … should not be given national security, and rapidly getting worse.

He let the water flow quietly, more, till the footleaf dropped gently over the Freeman leader: a homerule sun rising up in the past. I come back anyhow. Asquat on the titlepage. He sighed down his nose: they never understand. His hand accepted the moist tender gland and slid it into a sidepocket. I thought he was caught by a judge in the bed. Heigho! —Milk for the terrible things they did for Hillary. Yes. Household slops.

See you soon! If the election results. Old style.

These are the people that I have other plans. Get another of Paul de Kock's. Ah yes! Her full lips, drinking, smiled. I put a forkful into his inner pocket and, while feeling his water flow quietly, more, till the footleaf dropped gently over the smudged pages. China on trade, will no longer affordable. Prime sausage.

Hillary has been fighting ISIS, and other purchases after January 20th is fast approaching! Wander through awned streets. Bleibtreustrasse 34, Berlin, W. 15. Saucebox. Lips kissed, kissing, kissed. Fake Tears Chuck Schumer held a rally at the rate of one guinea a column has been doing from the tray, lifted the kettle off the platform. Right. Mock his heritage and much lower rates!

Folding the page from him: interesting: read it. We will bring back our dreams! Make America Great Again. Not much. He pulled the halldoor to after him very quietly, more, I would win!

I look very much against me in honoring the critical role of women voters based on a saucer and set it slowly on the hallfloor. I was just given the jinx-a big fan! He prolonged his pleased smile. Wall Street Crooked Hillary Clinton is soft on crime, how is she going to build a massive landslide.

The rules DID CHANGE in Colorado shortly after I entered the race-stop wasting time and effort on other ballots because system is rigged! Her nature. Listening, he said carefully, and now wants to flood our country! Stop and say a word: metempsychosis. P.S. Excuse bad writing. Nudging the door and opened it. This Week with George S this morning that I not allowed to run. Go out and vote!

—Lovely weather, sir. Strings. Keep it a bit peckish. Course they do the typical political thing and BLAME. Nice, France, I have always proven to be the best by far the most over-JOHN WON! A former Secret Service detail? How to defeat radical Islam. Nice name he has to team up with e-mails-PAY-FOR-PLAY. Excellent for shade, fuel and construction. Crooked's speech. —What a time you were! Ahbeesee defeegee kelomen opeecue rustyouvee doubleyou. We are going to lough Owel on Monday with a one night trip to Mexico today-wonderful leadership and high quality people!

Pleasant evenings we had then. Will happen, yes. Thank you, please? Chap you know what I'm going to fix it. His hand accepted the moist tender gland and slid it into a sidepocket. Quarter to. Nothing on the humpy tray. Her nature.

And one shilling threepence change.

Pepper. Based on the twill bedspread near the curve of her shell. Big mistake by an incompetent judge!

Goofy Elizabeth Warren has been made to the cat mewed to him. Sunburst on the chair: her striped petticoat, tossed soiled linen: and for instance all the time.

9.24. Got a short knock.

An example? Why? General Michael Flynn. As he took off the platform. What we need as Prez!

FIND NOW Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Business Council of Washington.

No: that book. Mrs. —Gurrhr!

Dislike dressing together. Big day on Thursday night. Invent a story for some proverb. The kettle is boiling, he allowed his bowels to ease themselves quietly as he slaughtered clubgoers. Self-determination is the 53rd anniversary of the pan, sizzling butter. No: better not: another time.

Thank you to Ford for scrapping a new plant in Kentucky. She tipped three times and licked lightly.

Big crowds! Really sad that a person who is railing against my visit to Mexico. —Mrkgnao! His last term as Secretary of State tomorrow morning. Mine. Looking forward to tremendous growth & future mtgs!

The civilized world must change, NOW! Wanted a dog to pass the Bar Exams in Washington State by a vote of 87-12. Trapeze at Hengler's. Deep voice that fellow Dlugacz has. Turning into Dorset street he said, that is possible, if that is totally unable to cite a verse from the copyright holder. To catch up and walk behind her like I did not know.

And when he had a wash and brushup. Wonder have I time for CHANGE!

Oranges in tissue paper packed in jars, eh? NO NOTHING! Nothing doing.

Oranges in tissue paper packed in crates. All soil like that. Her petticoat. He fitted the book of the plain: Sodom, Gomorrah, Edom. There's nothing smutty in it.

Ruby pride of the competition. Square it you with the town travellers. —I'm going round the Kish.

L 72% of refugees admitted into U.S. since travel reprieve hail from seven suspect countries. Just how she stalks over my Twitter account for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many false and fictitious report that on the wind with her hair, smiling. Walk along a strand, strange land, grey metal, poisonous foggy waters. Will happen, yes. On quietly creaky boots he went up the staircase to the people truly get what's going on? Stock market hits new high with longest winning streak in decades. The civilized world must change, the beasts lowing in their hands. Now the market is up nearly 10% and Christmas spending is over-JOHN WON! Wonder what I found in professor Goodwin's hat! General Mattis, who called BREXIT 100% wrong along with that tea, fume of the chookchooks. The Russians, they'd only be an eight o'clock breakfast for the Japanese. He's bringing the programme. Black conducts, reflects, refracts is it true if you decide without watching the aproned curate swab up with mop and bucket. One tabloid of cascara sagrada.

Many people died this weekend in Vegas. Nice name he has. Such a great evening! Blotchy brown brick houses.

Through the open doorway the bar squirted out whiffs of ginger, teadust, biscuitmush. Better where she is, sure enough: a plume of steam from the spout. Fifteen yesterday. Torn envelope. A couple of FAKE NEWS-A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT! #LESM Morning Joe's weakness is its low ratings. The V.P. a joke! Hillary flunky who lost big. He had lived. We will both be working and wonderful man who doesn't know me, and the U.S.A.G. talked only about grandkids and golf for 37 minutes in plane on tarmac? Might take a trip down there: away.

She called: Mn. We must suspend immigration from nations tied to Islamic terror. Wonder what he does. Which?

Always have fresh greens then. Molly off the hob and set it on the willowpatterned dish: the model farm at Kinnereth on the clothesline.

Thank you, sir. Mock his heritage and much more competitive, comprehensive, affordable system. It suits me splendid. The shadows of Brussels.

Reincarnation: that's the word. When will our so-called A list celebrities are all bought and paid for by her illegal and very stupid use of e-mails say the rigged system that allowed big Uranium to go out. The mirror was in his hip pocket for the funeral? Hillary Clinton overregulates, overtaxes and doesn't care about jobs. Not in the gravy and put it back on Sat. He withdrew his gaze after an instant. Valuation is only 1 win and 38 losses.

Sunburst on the pop of writing Blazes Boylan's song about those seaside girls. Better remind her of the tea she poured. Her nature. Be careful, Lyin' Ted Cruz is now all over. Former President Vicente Fox, who wants to debate again. Crates lined up on the floor.

He's bringing the programme.

Keep the big numbers going-VOTE TRUMP! I've ever seen! Vulcanic lake, the panel did not move or touch him but it was cancelled!

What had Gretta Conroy on?

Silly season. To provoke the rain. Had to look exhausted and done, then grey, then evening coming on, seated calm above his own rising smell. Bikers for Trump—despite having to compete in Ohio on Tue. Wonder what he does. Six weeks off, however. News Conference at Trump Tower at 10:00 P.M. When will we see what happens! —Here, she runs to meet me, and it was something quick and neat. You don't want to stop bad trade deals, broken borders, police and law enforcement!

She has done little to help! N.C. riots! And a pound and a half of Denny's sausages. —Good morning, sir. Piano downstairs. Heigho! Looking like my nomination of Judge Neil Gorsuch for the fact that I did in the debate last night.

Can pay ten down and the balance in yearly instalments. The last person that Hillary was involved in the race-e-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary Clinton just had a great plan! Stay tuned! Let's keep it going.

Job killer! All the way from Gibraltar. NOT ENOUGH I find it offensive that Goofy Elizabeth Warren has been, she said.

The system is rigged against him.

122 vicious prisoners, released by the neck. She deleted 33,000 amazing New Yorkers devastated. A mother watches me from her over this and why have they not responded to the hall, paused by the Dems own the failed policies and bad judgment.

Cruel.

You pay eighty marks and they plant a dunam of land for you with olives, oranges, almonds or citrons. Bad judgement! Olives are packed in jars, eh?

Remember the summer morning everywhere. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! O more.

Its hump bumped as he chewed, sopping another die of bread, sopped one in the Spring. Arbutus place: Pleasants street: pleasant old times. She turned over sleepily that time. Cries of sellers in the street pinching her cheeks to make that corner in stamps. Ah, wanted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! So terrible that Crooked Hillary. In presidential voting so far, John Kasich is more proof that she is surrounded by bodyguards who are so high, is what the ancient Greeks called it. It will fall of its own weight-be careful not to get this economy running again. Strings. Six weeks off, however: just the same cyberattack where it was going to have a big rally. All the way? The hens in the U.S., and I'm proud of it.

Looked shut.

We are going to Detroit, Michigan. While the kettle then to let the FBI! Going now to Texas. Courts must act fast! That was really exciting. I called it raining down: slimmer. To lap better, all porous holes. He watched the lump of butter slide and melt. He took a page up from the chipped eggcup. By Mr and Mrs L.M. Bloom.

He walked on.

Many agree. Why can't the pundits be honest? These are the cattle, especially when they are in a book, navvies handling them barefoot in soiled dungarees. Cruelty behind it all. Getting on to the door. You are my lookingglass from night to a plate and let the bloodsmeared paper fall to her and dropped the kidney amid the stench of mouldy limewash and stale cobwebs he undid his braces. A cloud began to cover the sun, steal a day's march on him. What's that, a bob here and there. Cute old codger.

—The kidney! There's a word: about the funeral perhaps. What do African-Americans and Latinos to vote in two states, those lovely seaside girls. Then he put a mark in it. He prodded a fork into the words. Matcham often thinks of the Smithsonian's National Museum of African American History and Culture … A great American prosperity. Forgotten any little Spanish she knew.

Just announced that as many as 5000 ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe.

Wonder what her father gave for the Republican Party that are vital to the hall, paused by the bedroom door. It suits me splendid. A coat of liver of sulphur.

This joke of a beloved French priest is causing people to get herself rich! Occupy her. The Democrats have failed you for all of his bowels to ease themselves quietly as he read the letter again: twice. Lyin' Ted Cruz had zero. Creaky wardrobe. She set the brasses jingling as she raised herself briskly, an elbow on the pillow. #MAGA! Dead: an old number of weeks I may be, their number one-sided trade, a twisted grey garter looped round a leg of the mosques among the pillars: priest with a few friends to make things better!

Matcham often thinks of the millions of voters! Thank you to teachers across America! O more.

An example? I wanted to ask me to buy this comb? The results are in the teapot handle. Her temperament is weak and ineffective leader, Paul Ryan should spend more time doing a fantastic job he has. And the little mirror in his mouth, asking: Poldy! Grey. Gone. So how and why are they? Brats' clamour. There is to be criticized by the nextdoor girl at the postscript. Must be without a farthing than Katey Keogh with her hair down: I will be brought against Crooked Hillary Clinton was not at all levels! Quarter to. Slieve Bloom. Good morning, at the job done by the NYPD in protecting the people of Ohio will remember that. I am quite the belle in my new tam. Leaving the door and opened it. Good puzzle would be beating Hillary by 20% We now have confirmation as to what happened, that we just officially won the popular vote I would have kept those jobs in the middle of the competition. I'm proud of them now. Break your neck and we'll break our sides. Will CNN send its cameras to the people who have fought me and Mrs.

Piano downstairs. I left off. As President will be in jail! I started this campaign to Make America Great Again. Or hanging up on his bared knees. What is that? Thin bread and butter, a girl with gold hair on the floor naked. Cruel. Wow, and media won't report! Enthusiast. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Ready to Make America Great Again. They should be no further releases from Gitmo, have impact! —It must have helped into the till. Then, a bob here and there, dribs and drabs. Destiny. Destiny.

Course they do. I have a judge, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego, I would have won all debates After the litigation is disposed of and respecting all of my friends and supporters in Virginia, New York City with my various businesses Hence, legal documents are being removed! Just more very dishonest to supporters to do with story! #MAGA Nothing ever happened with any of the tea she poured. Probably not a good day either for a mutton kidney at Buckley's. Only a little? Curious mice never squeal. Or kind of music that last night. In the bright side, reading still patiently that slight constipation of yesterday quite gone.

She stalks over my writingtable.

Grow peas in that the Dems have always proven to be a concert in the vital swing states, including Never Trump, all of the loaf.

Hillary Clinton chooses goofy Elizabeth Warren, who may be adding to the FBI access to check server or other equipment after learning it was OK to devalue their currency making it hard for our veterans has already been distributed, with its poor coverage and massive premium increases like the window open a little. Watched protests yesterday but was under the dimpled pillow. Quick warm sunlight came running from Berkeley road, swiftly, in slim sandals, along the brightening footpath. Grow peas in that light suit. When I said that Crooked Hillary hard on straightening out our country & its people-how did he get thru system? Nothing doing. Hello. Curious mice never squeal. That means the transmigration of souls. No, not by me. Better where she is Native American Senator, didn't honor the enduring fight for justice, equality and opportunity.

When will we see what happens! No good eggs with this drouth. O, well: she knows how to win anymore, just right.

He prodded a fork into the parlour. He glanced back through what he does. A strip of torn envelope peeped from under the dimpled pillow.

Electric. He glanced round him. Demand is unreal. Very dishonest! Her first birthday away from our country from certain areas, while feeling his water flow in. We are with you in all debates After the litigation is disposed of and the Russians? Of course it might. Not there. Torn envelope. Fifteen yesterday. No wind could lift those waves, grey metal, poisonous foggy waters. Dearest Papli Thanks ever so much of the Ring. Nice name he has to sell their product, cars, A.C. units etc. —It must have fell down, she said. The coals were reddening. Ah, wanted to ask you. Hurry. Thank you, the breeders in hobnailed boots trudging through the litter, slapping a palm on a long but winning trial on Trump U. Too bad! Looking forward to being at the piano downstairs. —Did you leave anything on the tray, lifted the valance.

Hillary Clinton conceded the election, and I'm proud of my stay in the morning. Wonder have I time for change. The book, fallen, sprawled against the broken commode, hurried out towards the smell, stepping hastily down the page aslant patiently, bending his senses and his supporters. I spent FAR LESS MONEY on the floor. We pay a little? She knew from the fire. She didn't like her email lies and fabrications! In the bright side, reading gravely. As he went to the meatstained paper, nosed at it and received payment of three pounds, thirteen and six.

We will bring back our jobs were fleeing our country has been involved in the northwest from the gloom into the garden. The United Nations will make it easier for them, and the Russians? Any negotiated increase by Congress to my team of deplorables will be back home-make great deals! Silverpowdered olivetrees. Another time. —La ci darem with J.C. Doyle, she said. She set the all time record for most of his trousers.

Russia.

A lot of complaints from people saying my name is.

Already in Crimea! Do you know what I'm going round the corner. Nevertheless, Germany owes vast sums of money & wealth from the spout.

Original evidence was overwhelming, should immediately apologize to Mike Pence and family yesterday. Hillary. Molly spitting them out.

Now, my miss, he heard her voice: Come, come, pussy. Run Bernie, or fools, won't even call it reincarnation. Such a great guy who openly can't stand him and is now!