#i was going thru my camera roll and she just started going off

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Orange Blossoms

Pairing: Buck x Reader

Word Count: 6.6k

Notes: This is late and my schedule is fucked but at least I look super cute right now

Episode 9: Kiss Me Thru the Phone

“This is boringggg” Buck is laid out on the break room table. There hasn’t been a single call all day. It’s been… not loud, suspiciously not loud. 

“I’m almost tempted to say it”

“Don’t you fucking dare” Eddie looks up from his crossword and Hen points her fork at him 

“You say it and we make you go on every call by yourself”

“Why don’t you bother Y/N?” Eddie says as he writes down another word 

“She’s busy, she and May are at the movies together” 

“She’s been spending a lot of time with her lately. I’m glad they’re becoming better friends” Hen stabs at her pasta and Buck rolls his eyes 

“Yeah, best friends” 

“Aww is someone jealous?” Eddie teases and he glares at him 

“I’m not jealous!! I just- I got used to hanging out with her that’s all”

“Why are you so far up her ass, let the girl breathe” Hen chuckles and Eddie looks over his book at Buck 

“You don’t think I’m letting her breathe?” 

“Here we go” Eddie sighs 

“You’re literally glued to her side every single chance you get. Let the girl breathe”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about…” Eddie mumbles and Buck sits up so fast the room starts spinning 

“You think I’m like… like too obsessed with her?? Like it’s weird right??” 

“Right” Hen agrees 

“Wrong,” Eddie writes another word 

“I should call her. I should call her and tell her we need space”

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard” Eddie sighs, setting his book down “Hen you don’t have all the facts” 

“What other fact could I possibly be missing??” She looks at Eddie and he runs his hands through his hair 

“Well… here’s the thing-“ 

“She’s my girlfriend!!” Buck absolutely gushes when he says it, and Hen’s mouth drops open, she pulls out her phone sends a text, and then looks at Buck 

“Are you insane?? Cap is gonna kill you! Does he know?!” 

“No! And we’re keeping it that way!!” 

They heard loud footsteps on the stairs as Chimney comes running up, he’s completely out of breath as he stops at the top of the stairs

“You’re dating Y/N?!” 

They all loudly shush him and he drags himself over to the table and plops down in the chair next to Hen, Eddie’s phone pings from the corner, and he chuckles quietly to himself 

“You told him?!” 

“Best friends share the tea you know that Buck” Hen says simply and he can’t even disagree with that 

“When did you start dating her??” 

“Oh, I’ve been taking her on all kinds of dates for a couple months now! I’m taking her to the carnival tomorrow, she’s gonna be so excited!! It’s gonna be a group thing I totally forgot to tell you guys you’re all invited… but yeah anyway I basically only care about her. Oh yeah and Eddie” 

“Thanks,” he says sarcastically 

“That sounds really romantic… we’ll be there” Chimney gives him a thumbs-up 

“Okay I guess you were right Eddie, do not take my advice… but when are you gonna tell Cap? Seriously?” 

“Fuck if I know… I’m going to let her decide when she’s ready for it and we’ll talk from there… besides, it’s kinda hot hiding it” He falls back on the table dramatically and sighs loudly and they all roll their eyes at him.

“You’re gonna get caught,” Hen says and Buck scoffs

“I am the King of subtly” 

His phone starts ringing “I Was Made For Lovin’ You” starts playing and Eddie looks at him 

“I think that’s your phone, your Highness”

He flicks him off and answers it “You want me to open my FaceTime? What’s up do-“ 

Before he can even finish “Doll” he clicks it open and you’re in frame a few feet away from the camera, it’s set up so it’s angled down at his bed, and you’re laid in the middle of it… almost completely naked. 

He shrieks and yanks his phone to his chest “I’ll be right back!!” 

They all look at him like he’s crazy as he goes running down the steps and into the bathrooms, locking the door and locking himself into a stall 

“Y/N?! Are you crazy?!” 

“I asked Eddie if you were around Bobby! it’s fine” you giggle as you turn over flat on your back with your feet firmly planted on the mattress 

“How did you get into my apartment?? Did I already give you a key?”

“Eddie let me borrow his! How do I look?” You open your legs slowly allowing him to see the new lingerie you’d just bought 

“A-are those-“ 

“Crotchless panties? Yeah.” You say it like it’s nothing like your heart isn’t beating out of your chest right now at this stupid little idea you had 

He can feel the way his pants are becoming embarrassingly tight and he leans against the cool tiles in the stall just trying to calm himself down 

“So… what’s this all about huh?” He asks and you take your time, flowing your hands over your body and feeling yourself up 

“The other day, when I was out with Hen? I asked her to take me to the sex shop because I needed to get some more cleaner for… uh something and I found something… that I was way too curious not to buy. And I kinda just wanted to show you”

“You wanted to show me?” He parrots you, he has no idea where the hell this is going but he’s not mad 

“Uh-huh! I’ve got it all ready!” You reach over for something and his eyes go as wide as saucers as you come back into frame. It’s a good-sized dildo, with a bit of an odd base to it 

“Apparently, they make squirting dildos! And I just um… well I was curious okay! So I bought one and I want you to see me try it” 

“This could not have waited until I got home?” 

“D-do you want me to wait until you get home?” 

You’re a little quiet, a little hesitant now. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea, maybe this surprise was a bit much… maybe-

“Oh fuck no, dear god please continue”

Buck has never been more tempted to say he was sick and had to go home early. He watches you with rapt attention as you bounce on that stupid fake dick and not his. He watches the way your hands flow over your body and you pinch your nipples as you moan his name, cumming on his sheets in his bed… 

You’re so distracted by the little show you’re putting on that you almost miss the soft moan that comes from the phone. Your eyes widen as you look at the camera, Buck is getting off in the bathroom at work. He’s got his hand wrapped around his cock, squeezing the head and dragging his hand back down, coating it in his precum. You stall just a little and he grunts

“Uh huh, I didn’t tell you to stop. Keep fucking yourself baby, ride that dick like it’s mine” 

You’re not sure when you press the damn button, if he tells you too or if you just wanted it so badly you did it, but you cum at the same time he does, sobbing his name over and over as you bounce on that cock, the cum gushes inside of you, filling you up completely as you fall onto your side, your legs shaking harshly 

“O-oh g-god” You gasp as you feel it spilling out of you. You reach for one of his pillows and curl into it, trying to hold yourself together and he laughs a little 

“Shit that was good… that was so good” he’s giggling deliriously and you start giggling with him, just as overwhelmed as he is 

“I love you doll,” he says and you blush deeply, he knows how you’ll respond and he’s starting to like hearing it 

“I know” 

“I’m on my way, I’ll be there soon” You watch him awkwardly cleaning himself up and you curl into his pillow more 

“What are you talking about?? Buck, you can’t just randomly go home in the middle of the day!”

“I’ll just tell Cap I gotta run home real quick”

“Buck,” you say sternly and he looks at you, he’s almost too pretty to look at right now… you can see the deep, carnal, lust in his eyes as he stares back at you now 

“P-people n-need you” 

“What about what I need?” His voice drops an octave as he wets his lips and you gulp 

“What about what you need bunny” 

He and Eddie hit the gym for a couple hours. 

“You know what the best part about going to a really busy place for a secret date is?”

Buck takes your hand as soon as the man puts your wristband on and pulls you through the lit-up gates 

Your mouth drops open as you stare around you. It had been a long time since you’d been to a carnival, apparently, things do get better with age 

“What’s that?”

Bobby does a head count as he takes Athena’s hand and kisses the back of it 

“Alright, don’t lose your buddy… I’m talking to you, Buck. Please Y/N make sure you hold his hand or else he’s gonna get lost” 

“We’ll meet up in an hour and get something to eat alright?” Athena says and everyone agrees and breaks off. Buck waits until Bobby is out of sight to lean down and kiss you 

“Now you have to hold my hand” 

You giggle and lean into his chest blushing, of course he’d thought about that when planning this.

“Where are we off to first?” Eddie asks as he and Hen turn to you guys and Buck points at a booth with little ducks 

“I’m winning my girl everything she wants” 

“Buck these are totally rigged!” You say as he pulls you towards the booth with the others following 

“You don’t know Buck” Eddie smirks 

“Alright, baby girl you pick, anything you want!” 

“Oh someone’s confident!” The man running the booth walks over with the little water rifle in his hand 

Eddie hands the man the money and Buck takes the rifle, looking at you 

“I want that” You point to a giant fluffy pink bear and Buck takes aim 

“Hen you want anything?” He asks sweetly and she chuckles “I’ll take the turtle”

“I can win both if I get them all right?” He asks and the man rolls his eyes 

“Buddy I’ll give you one for your boyfriend too if you make every shot” 

“You want something, boo?” Buck bats his eyes lashes at him and Eddie laughs, shaking his shoulders 

“I want that dolphin!!” 

“Bet, you can get those down now” He takes aim again as the little ducks start quaking and bobbing along, a cute little song plays as they quack in time with the music 

Your mouth drops open as he shoots all 12 in a perfect row, the booth shoots out a little confetti blast and congratulatory music plays 

“Oh my god!!!” You laugh as the man begrudgingly hands you all your prizes 

“That’s right, that’s right, I'm the man” Buck puts his arms up, doing a little spin, and Eddie high-fives him as you squeeze your teddy bear to your chest 

“Let’s go play more!!!” 

You run from booth to booth, and Buck wins at every single one he plays for you, he wins so many you start giving them to little kids as you pass by. Eddie wins a few, Hen wins a few and you have absolutely rotten luck. You’re pouting at the next one as all three of them win at least a little prize, Buck offers his giant dolphin to a little girl next to him 

That was hot 

“Come on pretty girl you got this one” He nuzzles your neck and you giggle, he kisses your cheek and lines up the water gun for you, keeping his body pressed to yours even though he has to bend down to be the same height as you 

“Now just aim and fire, you’re gonna do great!” Hen takes a video as she and Eddie cheer for you, you take a little breath and aim at the stupid clown faces. You end up hitting all five in a row and gasp, tossing the watergun down and turning to Buck 

“I did it! I did it, Buck did you see!?!?” You squeal as he picks you up and spins you around 

“I knew you could do it bunny!!” 

Buck watches you as you walk ahead of him and Eddie with Hen, shaking the pretty crocheted doll you’d won

“So, how’s that going?” Eddie nudges him and he smiles and bites his lip 

“It’s going so good Eddie, like so good. Being with her is an absolute dream” 

“Oh? You guys gettin' serious?” He raises an eyebrow and Buck shrugs 

“As serious as we can be right now I suppose, I don’t know it’s just nice having her you know? It’s really nice being around her… seeing her every day..” 

“So you’re in love?” Eddie chuckles and Buck nods 

“Oh yeah no without a doubt I’m gonna marry her. Just call me Evan Buckley-Grant” 

“You really want that Nash-Grant name huh?” 

“Oh hell yes” 

Buck has his arms around you as you’re standing and talking to Eddie and Hen while waiting for the others, Bobby sees you before you all see him 

“You’re glaring,” Athena says as she leans into him 

“I’m not- I'm just looking, can’t a guy just look??” 

“Sure you can look. But you’re glaring” 

“Why is he holding her like that. I hold you like that he shouldn’t be holding her like that”

“Buck’s very affectionate, you know that” 

“Can he be affectionate with someone who’s not my niece? What about that girl controlling the tilt a whirl! She was very nice!!” 

“Why are you so against them being so close?”

“Because I know Buck. I love him like he was my son, but I know Buck and if he hurts her I’m going to run him over with the engine” 

“You’re talking like they’re already together” Athena stops him for a second and looks up at him. He sighs and shakes his head 

“I can’t shake the feeling she’s hiding something…and if it’s being with him? I don’t… I don’t know what I’ll do”

“Mind your own damn business and let them be happy?” Athena raises an eyebrow and he grits his teeth 

“Maybe… possibly”

“Uh huh, well let’s go Mr. Maybe-Possibly” 

As soon as Buck spots them he lets go of you, like he wasn’t just hanging all over you, and grins widely at Bobby 

“Hey Dad, hi Mom ” 

A shudder goes down Bobby’s spine when he says that, something just seems… different. 

“So have you guys decided what we’re eating?” Athena rubs Buck’s back and kisses your head and Bobby narrows his eyes but stands next to you 

You guys all pick a different truck and come back to a table to share it all, Eddie bumps Buck to the side and sits next to you so he has to sit across from you. He grumbles and plops down next to Maddie who rolls her eyes and pats his back before handing him one of her gator nuggets 

Bobby realizes he should have never let you buy that damn corn dog. Because he’s watching the way Buck is staring at you and the way you’re laughing and giggling with Eddie while taking a bite. But no you just had to beg him for a Korean corn dog, something you’d never tried before and he just had to indulge you… Bobby could never say no to you and now he was paying for it. 

Buck has had the same tater tot against his lips for the last two minutes as he watches the way your mouth goes around that-

He yelps and drops it as Maddie kicks his leg 

“What was that-“

“You’re staring!!” She hisses under her breath and he looks down at his still-full basket and back at you, you look over at him wrap your lips around the tip of your corn dog, and wink at him. He looks down fast, stuffing his face and trying to fight the deep blush on his cheeks and Eddie nearly falls off the bench as he laughs at him 

Bobby glares suspiciously and bites his giant turkey leg. Oh, there’s definitely something going on between you three. 

“Who’s ready for some rides?” Eddie claps his hands together now that you’re all done eating and you do a little dance as Bobby hands out tickets to everyone 

“Where should we-“ 

You shake Eddie by his shoulders and Chimney laughs at your excitement 

“Merry-Go-round!!” You and Buck are on the same wavelength as he fist-pumps 

“Fuck yeah!”

“Jesus okay! Alright!” Eddie’s laughing as you spin around grab Buck’s hand and start dragging him off toward the merry-go-round. 

Both boys drag you on all kinds of rides, but on the really tall ones you sit out with Athena, it’s not until the 6th ride, yet another tall one that Buck finally slows down enough to realize 

“Are you afraid of heights?” He asks as he tries to tug on your arm but your feet are firmly planted 

“Uhhhhh” You look around for an out but the others are already in line and Athena is walking over to some benches 

“You are aren’t you!” 

“M-maybe a little” You blush and he smiles, kissing your head

“Aw that’s okay… maybe we can do something else”

“No no! You go have fun! Athena and I are cool waiting!”

“It’s just… I kind of um, wanted to do something..” he scratches the back of his head awkwardly 

“What was it?” 

“W-well I um…. I kind of wanted to take you on the Ferris wheel… it’s really romantic and I just- I uh- I thought it would be really nice”

You look at him, your cheeks flushing and you shrug 

“Maybe I can tough it out for you”

You sit next to Athena on the bench and she puts her arm over your shoulders 

“How are things going with you two?” She squeezes you and you blush, leaning into her 

“It’s going so good ‘Thena honestly. He’s just so… so him” You wiggle excitedly and she chuckles 

“You guys gettin' serious?” 

“As serious as we can be” You smile “I want to talk to him about maybe telling Bobby… something? I’m not ready to confirm it… but I wouldn’t mind hinting…. Buck told me he loved me”

Athena looks at you, her eyes wide “Already??” 

“Actually he did on our third date at the beach” You giggle “I haven’t said it back… I’m just waiting for the right time I guess” 

“And when would that be?” 

“I guess it’ll just happen when it happens!”

As soon as he’s off the ride and out through the gates, Buck grabs your hand and tugs you off the bench “Come on!!” He pulls you along behind him away from the group as you run together, bobbing and weaving through the crowd 

“I don’t know about this!!” You call out to him and he turns back to look at you for a moment 

“Just trust me!” 

You nearly stumble over your feet and face plant as he stares back at you. When did he get so shiny… and pretty… and why are there little hearts all around him. Why are his eyes so bright and full of-

Love. 

Oh god. 

How does he look so good when he’s running. The lights of the carnival shine around him in a halo, and he’s laughing as he almost crashes you guys into like 50 things but you don’t care 

You make it just in time for the next ride and the man begrudgingly lets you on. Buck collapses into the basket and you gingerly sit next to him. You get buckled in and the guy checks the bar before patting the side of it 

“Enjoy your ride,” he says in a dull tone before walking away 

“B-Buck I-“ 

You huddle into his arms and he kisses your head 

“I promise you baby you’ll love this, and if you don’t you can shove me off okay? Eddie and I talked all about calming techniques” 

The basket lurches as the ride starts and you gulp “Just let me know when we make it to the top” You say, covering your eyes and he chuckles and kisses your head 

“Alright sure” 

It’s actually taking a lot longer than you thought it would while simultaneously not being slow enough. You slowly let your hands fall and look up at Buck. He looks like a little kid, grinning from ear to ear and trying his best not to wriggle because that’ll shake the basket and you’ll hate that 

“You okay?” He looks down at you. Have his eyes always been that blue 

“Uh huh” you mumble and he smiles, leaning forward and kissing your nose 

“Thanks for coming with me, I know you’re probably really scared… but hey! Look you made it to the-“

“I love you” 

The basket stops moving and so does Buck.  He actually fully stops breathing, his mouth wide open 

“Buck??” You wave your hand in front of his face and he stays frozen 

“Earth to Buck?? Hello??” 

“Y-you what?”

“I love you” 

“And you told me. At the top of a Ferris wheel. At night. At a carnival.” 

“Yes” 

Buck pulls out his phone and pushes your face away from him. 

“Mmmph!! Hey!!” You bat at his hand and he keeps pushing you away

“Eddie, Y/N just told me she loved me” 

“You called Eddie?!” 

“No, I didn’t say it back…” 

You can hear Eddie cursing Buck out and you toss your head back laughing 

“I panicked!!! Okay, god, okay quit I’m sorry!!” He hangs up and shoves his phone back in his pocket. He takes a deep breath and turns to you, completely calm 

“You were saying?” 

You giggle and lean against him “God you’re so you” 

“Is that a good thing?” He asks sheepishly and you nod, pulling away and kissing him softly 

“Mhm definitely” 

“You really love me?” He holds you in his arms and you nod again 

“I really love you” 

“This is literally the most romantic thing that’s ever happened to me in my entire life” He fake sniffles and you snort, whacking his chest 

“You’re so dramatic” 

“Don’t you ruin this moment for me” he flicks you off and you roll your eyes at him 

“Alright, alright, sorry. I’m… also thinking of maybe cluing Bobby in… I’m- I’m feeling k-kind of serious about you a-and-“

He kisses you, silencing your trembling thoughts as puts his head against yours “Whatever you wanna do babe I’m okay with it. We can give him a little hint… I’m just- I’m so happy you’re not secretly ashamed of me or something”

“I could never be! I…I love you”

“I love you too”

You nuzzle into his arms and he kisses your head, rubbing your arm softly. You look out over the fairgrounds, all the people, and the shiny lights and rides…. And all the people at the bottom of the Ferris wheel…. And the red and blue flashing lights.. 

“Um… Buck?” 

His phone starts ringing again and he picks it up 

“What’s going on down there??…. Are you shitting me??? Uh… okay thanks…” 

Buck puts his phone back in his pocket and holds you tighter to him 

“Like I said, this is super romantic, right? Me and you, all alone up here…” 

“Buck” 

“You know… no one can see us… maybe-“

“Buck”

“And your skirt is pretty short”

“It’s a skort”

“Damn”

“Buck?!!!” You yell this time and he bites his lip, rubbing the back of his head 

“Now you gotta understand- baby please I just wanted us to have a romantic moment okay?? Ferris wheels are so romantic-“

“Evan Buckley”

“The Ferris wheel broke. Please still love me” He hides his face in his hands and groans loudly 

“I’m so sorry baby, I’m so sorry. I should have never dragged you on here, I just- I just wanted us-“

You pull his face to you, kissing him to stop his panicking and to channel yours somewhere. He pushes you down on the seat and the basket shakes. You scream and he laughs, he laughs hard as he holds his body to yours, covering you.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t think that would happen I’m sorry” You’re slapping his shoulders and he’s laughing into your neck 

“I’m sorry baby I’m sorry I love you” He starts kissing your neck, sucking right on your pulse point and you gasp, arching your back off the seat “Lemme make it up to you” He slides his hands under your top and your eyes shoot open 

“You are not gonna do what I think you’re gonna do” 

“Okay, really it all depends on what you think because you wore a skort!”

“Oh, I’m sooo sorry I didn’t want people seeing up a dress or skirt on rides!” 

“Stop making sense” He huffs and you sit up, pushing him back against the sidewall 

“How about I show you just how much I love you?” 

“Wait what do you-“ 

You reach forward, hurriedly unzipping his pants and his mouth drops open 

“You are not”

“Gotta take my mind off the whole stuck at the top of the freaking Ferris wheel somehow right?” You carefully get on your knees, pulling your hair to the side. He leans forward for a second, cupping your chin and tilting your head up to look at him 

“Go on bunny, make daddy proud” 

Your breath hitches and he leans back, spreading his legs and putting his arms on the back of the seat 

“How do you do that?” You ask quietly, smoothing your hands up his thighs and helping him wiggle his pants down a bit 

“How do I do what?”

“Go from being an adorable goofball… to this” 

“It’s called being a switch baby girl” He winks and you shake your head, blushing 

“Now” He puts his hand on your head, pushing you down toward his cock “Where were we?” 

You kiss the tip, wrapping your hand around the base and stroking it slowly… you do not miss the way your fingers don’t meet or that if you really wanted to… you could use two hands, he was not kidding when he said he was… big. 

You look up at him, batting your eyelashes at him sweetly as you wrap your lips around the tip sucking on it lewdly. His mouth drops open slowly as he watches you, doing his best to keep eye contact with you, he pushes your head down slowly, amusedly watching the way you hollow your cheeks to go down further, you choke a little as it hits the back of your throat and he gasps, taking your head in both hands and easing it down your throat just a little more 

“That’s my good girl, fuck that’s it, choke on this cock” He pulls away and you gasp for air, he laughs and holds your head, bobbing you up and down on his cock. 

“Goddamn I wish I could fuck your face properly” He groans softly using your face like his own personal little sleeve, enjoying the way the corner of your eyes water as you keep eye contact with him. He moans and tilts his head back, listening to the way your throat sounds around him, and your sweet little choking noises 

“Oh god that’s my sweet, sweet, little bunny” He starts to bob your head faster and you brace your hands on his thighs, your eyes watering more 

“This is gonna have to be quick if you want time to fix your face up” He pants out, pushing you down more on his cock and whimpering at your garbled moans 

“You gotta swallow it, baby girl, come on bunny, swallow for daddy” You can feel the way his thighs shake as he keeps his hips still and you can feel the way you’re soaking your panties 

“Touch yourself, please? wanna see you touch yourself” he’s practically begging, You bat your eyelashes at him, sliding your hand down the front of your skort and rub your clit in fast little circles. His eyes roll back and he lets his head fall back against the cool metal of the basket you’re in 

“I’m gonna cum bunny, fuck, keep touching yourself just like that” 

Your thighs shake as you get yourself and him off at the same time. You roll your eyes back in your head as he hits the back of your throat again, keeping it there for a minute before pulling you away. 

“You ready?” He grins as you nod eagerly and he cums down your throat, he pushes your head down to the curls surrounding his cock and you take it all, getting off at the same time he does like he perfectly timed it. He moans your name, a bit louder than he should but he can’t be bothered to care as he lets go of your head, he helps you up onto the seat again so you don’t fall onto the floor of the basket.

“That’s my dirty girl” he chuckles in your ear as he holds you “Fuck I can’t get enough of you” 

You look at him, your eyes bright and sparkly and his heart skips a beat 

“D-don’t look at me like that!” 

“Like what?” You ask so innocently and he groans in frustration, hiding his face in his hands 

“Like you need me to fuck your face all over again” 

He helps you fix up your makeup, holding up your mirror as you reapply your lipgloss and touch up the areas around the mouth 

“Good thing I remembered to set it,” You say “Or else my makeup would have streaked and that would have been a dead giveaway”

“Maybe don’t set it some time, I’d love to have a picture of that” He sighs happily and you whack his thigh 

Maybe getting stuck on this stupid thing wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. 

Bobby has his arms wrapped tightly around you, pulling you to his chest. He knows how you feel about heights, not that you’ve made it much of a secret. He’s a little… surprised with how calm you seem? Even if you’re clinging to him a little tightly 

He looks over at Buck, he’s shaking Eddie and Eddie has his hands braced on Buck with his mouth wide open 

“What were you doing up there with Buck? I thought you were going with Eddie?” 

“Oh! Um he decided to go with Hen since Karen couldn’t make it” You shrug 

“You guys uh? spend a lot of one-on-one time together?” He asks, trying to keep the nonchalance in his voice but you know he’s staring daggers at Buck 

“Nooo? Um, not really?” Your voice is high-pitched as you pull away from him and he looks down at you

“Are you sure?” 

“That’s a funny question, Dad!” You try to walk over to them but he grabs your hand, pulling you right back over to him 

“Is there something you wanna tell me?” 

“Why do you keep asking that?” You laugh awkwardly and he puts his hands on his hips 

“Because you’re giving me a reason to think you’re dating Buck or Eddie. Or both of them!” 

What a sandwich that would be, a big dreamy muscly sandwich. 

“They are just my friends! I don’t know how many times I can tell you this! And if I was dating one of them I would take my time to establish something before telling you”

“What if that’s what you’re doing now?!”

Oh shit 

“Well!! Then, that’s my business!” 

“Can you at least tell me-“ He looks so pained, like he’s ready to throttle one of them, or both he can’t decide “If you are seeing one of them, I’ll leave it. You just tell me if you’re maybe setting something up with one of them and I’ll drop it”

You gulp, crossing your arms over your chest, and look away from him 

“I might, possibly, maybe… be into one of them. Maybe!!” 

Bobby pats your head lovingly before storming over to Buck and Eddie and punching them both in the face, he kicks them both in the junk and takes turns kicking them both in the stomach. He grabs a nearby fire extinguisher and sprays them down before throwing it at them and then gets in the truck and rolls right over them, over… and over… and over again

“Bobby?? Hello??? Earth to Bobby!!” You’re waving your hand in front of his face as he glares at them, a little smirk on his face as he nods his head 

“Hm??” He snaps out of it, looking at you and you put your hands on your hips 

“What’s that face for! I said it was highly improbable!!” 

“Uh… nothing. Nothing. Are you ready to go home?” 

Buck and Eddie come over, Buck looks like he’s about to skyrocket back to the top of the Ferris wheel again and Eddie is giving you a look 

Of course, he freaking told him

“You ready to go home?” Buck asks and Bobby looks at him 

“Oh. I just asked her that, because you know she’s coming home with me? And her Aunt? You know where she lives?” 

Buck and Eddie give each other a look and you facepalm 

“Ohhh-Kay?” Eddie says “So you’re going home with them?” 

“Looks like it” You shrug, Athena comes over now, putting her arm around Bobby’s waist 

“Are you going home with them?” She asks you and Bobby answers for you 

“Nope! With us! Her Aunt and Uncle!” 

“Are you sure you can’t go with them?” She asks and looks up at Bobby 

“May is going to a friends… and so is Harry” 

“Sounds like you’ve gotten rid of almost everyone!” Eddie says and Bobby glares at him 

“Oh gag, please come with us Y/N,” Buck says and you look up at Bobby 

“You and Athena could have the whole house to yourself…” You clasp your hands behind your back and look at him as sweetly as you can “You could get it on” You wriggle your eyebrows and he groans in complete and utter embarrassment 

“Ohhhhh Bobby’s gettin' lucky tonight!!!” Buck cups his hands over his mouth and shouts it so the whole team can hear it 

“Ayoooooo” Eddie spins around in a circle and you do a stupid little dance cheering with him 

“Ayeeeee” Chimney and Hen cheer back and Bobby literally crumples into Athena as she laughs 

“Alright, all of y’all knock it off! Look at him! He can barely show his face! You’re staying with the boys tonight right?” 

“Right!!” You say excited and Eddie picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder and you squeal as he spins you both around crazily 

Bobby narrows his eyes and glares at that but leaves it alone. Buck takes your hands and does a little dance with you as you all head back to the Jeep together. You squish in between Eddie and Chimney while Maddie sits on his lap and snuggle into Eddie’s side 

Bucks radio is blasting as you all sing along while driving down the busy streets of L.A, it turns out your voice is straight-up gold and they all know you’re just messing around. 

You’re singing Love by Keyshia Cole and it was a joke a first, just a TikTok you’d sent to all of them… but you’re good and Buck is melting as he listens to you singing 

“That’s my girlfriend” He gushes to Hen and she laughs at him, rubbing his shoulder and shaking her head 

Hen and Chimney are rapping Super Bass and Maddie is dying laughing when Buck looks in his rearview mirror as he drives, he’s not a jealous man, especially with his best friend… but… but-

Your eyes catch his, and you grin snuggling into Eddie more 

“Hey, you cold?” He asks you, looking down at you and you look up at him, nodding sweetly 

“Uh-huh,” you say in such a little baby voice, Buck scoffs and grips the steering wheel 

“Awww don’t worry I gotcha” Eddie unbuckles you both real quick and puts you in his lap. He buckles himself back in and wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to him so your head settles against his chest and you’re tucked into him 

“That better honey?” 

“Uh huh, a lot better” You bat your eyelashes at him and Buck accidentally slams on the breaks at a stoplight 

“Hey!!” Everyone flies forward and that just makes Eddie hold you tighter 

“Sorry! Sorry there- god there was a stupid squirrel” He growls as he waits for the light to turn

“Thanks for killing us and not the squirrel” Chimney jokes and Hen turns back 

“I would risk my life to not kill an animal either okay”

“I’m pretty sure we all would” Eddie agrees as he rubs your arm softly. Buck watches you in the mirror again and you look back at him, giving him a little wink 

He’s not a jealous man.

He’s not. 

The honking behind him and all four of his friends yelling at him to go make him think maybe he is 

Just a teeny bit. 

He lets Chimney and Maddie off first, and you give them a hug when they leave… and go straight back into Eddie’s arms. Hen is next, you blow her a kiss and they all wave goodbye as she heads inside. You adjust yourself not even hinting at letting Eddie go anytime soon

“Sit your ass upfront” 

Hen had barely shut her front door before Buck is turned around glaring at you

“No, I think I’m-“

“Did I say you had an option? Did I say I wanted to hear your mouth? No. Now get your ass up here before I come to get you” 

Eddie is snickering quietly and you sit up, putting your hands on your hips. 

“You’re not talking to me very-“ 

Your breath catches in your throat as Buck’s hand shoots out and wraps around your neck 

“Bad girls don’t get to breathe” 

His words shoot straight down to your core and it feels like your brain shuts off, absolutely zero thoughts, only him. You look at him as sweetly as possible, he’s not really squeezing, but you know his grip strength 

“Jesus dude, get a room” Eddie interrupts the moment and Buck lets you go. You fall back onto the seat and Buck sighs, his voice is a little quieter now, but still just as firm 

“Come sit up here” 

“Okay” 

“You gonna sit in his lap too?” Eddie scoffs as you climb over him unnecessarily and out of the car 

“If I could I would,” you say and get into the front seat. You buckle up and look at Buck, folding your hands in your lap and giving him the sweetest smile you can 

“Hey” you wink and he shakes his head, starting the car and pulling out of the driveway 

“Hey” he mumbles back and you giggle, taking one of his hands and holding it in yours 

“You are sooo hot when you’re jealous,” you say softly, tracing the shell of his ear with the tip of your finger and he blushes 

“Oh shut up” He gulps and Eddie laughs from the backseat 

“Weren’t you just choking her out? And now you’re all shy with her up there” 

“Leave me alone or you’re next” He threatens and you squeeze his hand 

“Boy would I love to see that” 

[lowkeyremi]

This is based off of what happened b4 I went to the dentist this morning, my mom came w me cuz she's so silly (she reminds me of omi sometimes)

"You're ridiculous." Your boyfriend scoffs looking at you.

"C'mon Kiyo pleaseeeee, I really want the pumpkin spice latte." Starbucks has just started advertising the drink, and you get it every year.

"We have places to be, hurry up and pick something." The two of you are at 7/11 getting breakfast because you have an appointment soon.

You sighed and grabbed a medium sized cup from the little cup dispenser and for some reason all the cups fell out (it was so fucking embarrassing) an employee came over to you because the cups all dropped on the ground. "I'm so sorry, I don't know how that happened."

"Ah don't worry about it, this thing's been broken for awhile. Not the first time all the cups fell." You sigh in relief and you see your boyfriend eyeing you, his look said, 'what are you getting yourself into now?'

You look back and shrug. The coffee you wanted was out so you picked the 7/11 brand. You put in your creamer (whatever you choose but I got oat milk bc i love it in my coffee) and some sugar.

Just as you turn the corner to see what's on the other side of the coffee counter there's more coffee flavors. Including pumpkin spice. "Aw! Are you kidding me? I want pumpkin spice, fuckkkkkk." You debate throwing away the full cup of coffee you just made but, paranoia stops you, "what if they see me on the cameras and charge us extra?"

"Hurry up." You hear your boyfriend call for you. You sprint up to the counter. Kiyoomi pays for your drink and gets gas on your pump.

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After your appointment Kiyoomi takes you to a local coffee shop, you go through the drive thru though, because your man doesn't wanna go inside.

"Hi, um I'm gonna ask because my girlfriend has been begging all day, do you guys have pumpkin spice?" He asks.

"We do-"

You gasp, "Yay!!!"

The lady at the window chuckles.

"Can I get one pumpkin spice latte and an iced mocha, both with (you're preferred milk)."

"Of course! Will that be all?" She smiles when she see the glimmer in your eyes.

"Yes ma'am that's all." He pulls out his wallet while she gives him the total.

"Thank you, Kiyo." You smile and he rolls his eyes. "Mhm."

Your drinks come out and you look at yours, "Baby, can I get whipped cream?"

"Excuse me ma'am, can she get whipped cream?" The lady nods.

"It's a dollar extra." You pull a dollar out of your wallet and hand it to your boyfriend who hands it to the lady.

A few minutes later your drink is back with whipped cream.

Kiyoomi starts to drive off and you sigh in delight.

"I fucking missed this." You say taking another large gulp.

"It isn't even from Starbucks." He encounters.

"I don't care, this is good."

my mom gives off sakusa energy, she hates going to the store with a bunch of people there so we go right when the store opens lmaooo i love her

[the-twi-light-zone]

Albert and I

Paul x Reader

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Living in forks could be dull, but not when I first saved Albert. Albert is now my pet duck who goes everywhere with me, the drive-thru, on road trips even on dates with my boyfriend. Currently Albert and I were headed over to meet my boyfriend Paul at Emily and Sam’s house out on the reservation. Albert loved seeing Emily as she always had his favorite food, peas. I would almost bet he would leave me if I didn’t carry him out the door honking all the way to the passenger seat of my car. 

Stopping my car, I see Paul already heading out to me jumping off the front porch. Albert waits expectantly for his door to be opened and gives a little flick of his tail when Paul reaches in for him. I smile and get out of the car as well and make my way to my boyfriend who now is giving Albert kisses on his head. “So, Albert gets all the kisses huh?” I ask as I stand in front of them, Paul grins and leans down to give me a kiss as well and takes my right hand in his left and begins to walk us to the house. “You know how Albert gets when I fail to greet him first, and I’d rather not be pecked at all day for doing so.” I laugh nodding along, “sure Paul, using me for my duck,” I laugh out as I joke with him. 

Emily rushes to the door once we get to it with a cup of peas and water for Albert in hand. “Alby!” Emily says and moves to kiss me on the cheek and steals my duck from Paul. Honks of excitement leave Albert as she places him on a pad with a blanket and pillows. “See Paul, at least Emily greeted me with a kiss before going for albert.” Rolling his eyes, he wraps his arms around me from behind and kisses the top of my head moving us to the table and pulls me into his lap once seated. “Now, now don’t be like that. You know I love you babe.” Paul says into my shoulder leaving a kiss there. I lean back into his chest and watch as Albert makes a mess of peas everywhere. 

“Oh, I am so glad you guys stopped in I was just thinking of Albert and how I was going to set up his little pool outside for him to swim.” Emily says and shoos Embry away from the muffins mumbling about waiting for his brothers. I snicker at his frown, and he looks over only to stick his tongue out. “Well, Albert was starting to get fussy after not coming over for a few days. Emily laughed and went about finishing some more muffins and removing them from the pan. I smiled as I heard hoots coming from outside and Albert give some resonating honks. 

As more of the pack piled in, they all greeted me and Albert, Seth moves forward to rest a sunflower on his head and walking away. “Oh my gosh Albert you are so cute!” I gush out as he sits with the sunflower on his head and looks around never letting if fall. I grab my camera from my bag and snap a few photos and return to the conversation. Emily also gushing about Albert and how that I definitely going to need to get her a copy of the photo I took. As everyone conversed, I looked back to Paul smiling, “ I forgive you, you’re not the only one who uses me for my duck privileges.” 

[paisholotus]

What You Heard?

Shuri x black fem reader

Summary: You and Shuri get into an argument, and you end up breaking up with her, including your engagement. She finds you at the club with your friends, but sees you alone being man handled.

Warnings: Strong Language, Possessive Shuri

Requested By: Anonymous

Translations: Sthandwa( My love) Intombazana yomntwana ( Baby Girl) Umfazi wam ( My Wife)

A/N: inspired by the song what you heard by Brent Faiyaz

Y/N Pov

"EACH AND EVERY TIME YOU DO THIS SHIT! I try to schedule time for us, but you always change your plans to go to THAT FUCKING LAB YOU'RE ALWAYS IN!" I yelled at Shuri in a rage, my eyes burning from tears.

Shuri glared at me angrily as she slammed her glasses to the ground and wiped her face. "Y/N! I AM QUEEN OF THE MOST POWERFUL NATION! OKAY? I HAVE OTHER SHIT TO CONSIDER. YOU ARE NOT FIRST PRIORITY! PUSH THAT RIGHT THRU YOUR SKULL!" She shouted in my face.

I took a step back, allowing the pain of her words to wash over me. I wiped my cheeks angrily, snatching off my kimoyo beads, breaking them. I smirked at her and nodded. "Ight, I bet you won't have to worry about me, no time soon."

I took one last look at her and walked out her lab, and her life.

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It's been eight months...

I haven't spoken to or seen Shuri, and I didn't really have any plans to. The three years we've spent together have been a complete waste of time. And she didn't even try to communicate with me; she just threw herself into that cold lab.

Given that I am aware of her ongoing grief over the loss of her mother and brother, I understood the strain of being Queen. But I made an effort to talk to her and try to console her. But she only seemed to get angrier and shorter with me. And I was FULLY aware that her country comes first, but DAMMNIT!, I WAS YOUR FIANCE! And for her to simply say what she said, made me feel as though I didn't matter.

In order to avoid ruining my makeup, I quickly dried my eyes before turning to look at the ring on my dresser.

I moved back to America. Got my own apartment, a new job, and I changed my number just to be sure Shuri couldn't contact me.

Tonight I was going out with my friends, and i just put the finishing touches on my hair and makeup.

My phone starts to ring with the same unknown number that's been calling all day, so I decided to answer it.

“hello” I said, answering the call. As i propped my phone up on my dresser. “long time no see, Sthandwa.” the person said, making my whole body freeze. I sat my pallet down, and it was no other than, Shuri.  “how did you get this number?” i said. Applying highlighter to my cheeks, the bright gold shade matching my dress.

“Do you honestly think, I didn’t know where you were? You're my WIFE” she said. Bringing a glass to her lips, that had dark brown liquor in it. “where you going?” she asked me. I scrunched up my face and gave her a unbothered look. “Out” I responded plainly as i picked up my earrings. “out where?” she asked again with more authority in her voice. Any other time that would have turned me on, but I was determined to not let her get to me.

“first of all who are you talking to like that? And why you worried about where I'm going? I ain't first priority remember? Fuck You calling me for? You ain't my parent!” i yelled at her, rolling my eyes. Shuri was quiet for a few seconds, as she looked at me. I stared back into her eyes through the camera, and she tilted her head to the side and smirked. “you look beautiful ” she said as she licked her lips. I huffed and mumbled an "thank you" as I went to go look for my shoes.

"So you're not going to answer my question, Intombazana yomntwana?" I looked at her with irration and smirked. Slowly walking towards the phone putting extra sway in my hips, and bended down. "Nope. But I'm sure imma have somebody entertaining me tonight. You just worry about that it's not gonna be you." I said, ending the call before she could say anything else.

I walked downstairs grabbing my keys and walked out the door, to meet my friends.

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Shuri's Pov

I see, she thinks she's funny. I thanked Okoye before getting into the car. Now, I gave us some distance for more than 8 months and allowed her to believe that she could easily elude me.

And now she believes that she can simply go out with her 'friends' and have both women and men touch what is mine? Oh, I fucking don't think so.

So when I get to this club and finally bring her home, she better act like she already know what  it is. She think she finna give up my pussy and she not. She think she's done with me and she's not. If she thinks we're over, WE'RE NOT! SHE MY WIFE.

I brought the brown liquor to my lips and took a squig out of it.

Fuck your mind up, waste time

I'm prone to that, do it all the time

Keep your guard up or wait in line

You don't need me, please believe me

This ain't easy, you know I've been feindin'

Let me unleash my demons on you

I know that I neglected her and screwed up. But when we went our separate ways, I worked towards keeping my temper in check and also used that time to grieve my loss properly.

What's the word? Tell me what you've heard

Don't tell me what to do, just tell me when it hurts

I would hear whispers and talk about how cold I became towards her. I didn't want to be that way, anymore. So I focused and meditated and tried to find peace within myself. But now I was ready for Umfazi wam to come home.

I walked in the club pushing sweaty bodies out of my way, looking for Y/N. Okoye was ordered to remain outside because I didn't need her assistance.

I combed through the crowd looking for her, but the loud, awful music made it difficult for me to even hear myself think. Then I noticed her dancing on an unsightly man on the balcony.

As I walked over to her, shoving more people out my way, my jaw clenched. But I stopped when I saw that she was attempting to push him away and that he was acting roughly towards her, grabbing her throat.

When I get you to myself, it's murder

In seconds I grabbed the bastard and pushed him up against the wall. Y/N rushed over to me, pleading with me not to kill this man.

I looked at him menacingly, seeing fear in his eyes and seeing him shake visibly. I leaned over and whispered in his ear, "If I EVER see you lay your DISGUSTING ASS HANDS ON MY WIFE AGAIN, IT'LL BE THE LAST DAY YOU BREATH AIR THROUGH YOUR PATHETIC LUNGS!" And returned his gaze, "Do I make myself clear?" I asked him, dangerously low.

He nodded quickly and I let go of him, watching him scurry away.

What the fuck you call this? Hopeless, not romantic

I ain't got no kids, so don't be so childish

You be wildin', I be wildin', too

But not like you, shit, maybe a little like you

Maybe we ain't so different, maybe I be trippin', too

I turned to Y/N, and she tried to run, but I grabbed the back of his dress and yanked her around to face me, clutching her jaw. “if you ever do something so stupid like you did tonight  again, you’re gonna be in a world of fucking trouble” I said. She nodded rapidly, in hopes that i would release her. "Now we going back to that apartment to grab your stuff, then we going back to Wakanda. Do I make myself clear?" She eagerly nodded, and I leaned down kissing her forehead, and grabbed her hand.

"Wait what about my friends?" She asked me. "I'll send Ayo to come get them." I told her.

Okoye opened the car door for us, and I drew YN onto my lap and kissed her on the neck, then kissed her lips. moaning filled the car as she started to grind on my leg, I let her move at her own pace. Letting her push me backwards into the car seat.

You ain't gotta worry

Bout a thing, bout a thing

You ain't gotta worry

Bout a thing, bout a thing

I pulled away from her and looked her in the eyes. "Sthandwa, please accept my apologies. I know I messed up and hurt you, but I'm willing to go to any length to reclaim your love and trust. Let me try for you. Let me try for us."

"You going to let me try for us, baby?" She nodded and gave a small smile. I pressed my forehead against hers and brushed my lips against hers. “i love you ma”

[uslv]

Shayne Topp oneshot <33

Introduction: You and Shayne have been together for awhile, Shayne being a part of the crew while you were a writer. You were completely open with your relationship with your co-workers and the public. Since the reveal of your relationship it's been quite controversial. To tease your audience you did a two truths one lie video...

You sat down in your chair as Erin fixed the angle of the lights.

"Are we ready?" Shayne, your boyfriend, asked as he sat down, cars in hand.

"Here's your cards." Erin gave you, you had written your truths and lies a few days ago.

"Thanks." You passingly said as you took them. You looked at everyone having their conversation as you patiently waited, tapping your cards against the table.

"Is everyone ready to go?" Erin yelled out, she being the person of today's video. The room fuiled with yesses and yups, getting you to straighten up and fix your posture, smiling for the camera.

"And we're rolling!" Erin yelled out as the red light on the camera turned on.

"My name is Shayne, and across from me is Y/N." Shayne said in a dead serious voice.

"We've known eachother for several years now. We've been friends, but mostly enemies." Shayne jokingly winked after saying friends. You made a shocked face as he spoke, saying that he consideres you enemies.

"Today we will test our knowledge of eachother, how much have we been observing, analyzing, researching our pasts." He continued with the introduction keeping the cold tone.

"And we're going to play two truths one lie. We both have three cards here, each consist f two truths and one lie. We will read them out load, the other person will try to spot the lie. If they successfully spot the lie, they will get to spray their opponent with water." He explained reaching to his right, grabbing a giant water gun fuiled with water.

"If they fail, they get sprayed with water." Shayne spoke just before he placed down the water gun.

"it's very cold in here." You said, tightening up into a little ball to keep warmth.

"Yeah I agree." Courtney said to your left.

"But the water in these guns is colder." Shayne said pointing his finger up, everyone made a 'ou' sound.

"I'm just exited to learn more about my friend." You sheeply smile, adding a obvious wink after friend.

"Awh that's so nice." Amanda said, being seated in the middle with her legs crossed.

"Friend." Courtney, awkwardly laughing but in a sarcastic matter.

"Thanks for having us by the way!" Amanda ironically said.

"Yes, here we have our three fates." Shayne said as each one of them posed. "Courtney, Amanda and Angela are here." Shayne introduced them.

"We'll be judging and watching." Angela said in a threatening voice. Your eyes widened, pretending to be scared. "Do you wanna start?" Shayne asked you. "Nope." You simply answered. "Then I'll start." He said taking his cards and going thru them. "Well start off easy." He smirked, you squinted your eyes looking at him.

"I have eaten a tarantula on camera." You raised an eyebrow. "I have eaten a bull penis on camera." You squinted your eyes from disgust and confusion. "And I have eated fermented fish on camera." He said the last choice as he plopped the cards back on the table.

"Okay, I'm pretty sure you have eaten a tarantula. I remember you telling me that." You said connecting your hands together to think.

"I'm not sure about the other two though." You said looking up at Shayne, he had an raised eyebrow.

"What does the fermented fish smell like." You asked.

"Uhh, like month old diarrhea." He answered, the room beeping filled with gross.

"It's like you had diarrhea, put it in a container and fermented it for three months." He went more into detail. You felt disgusted, covering half of your face with your shirt.

"That's actually disgusting." Angela commented.

"How did the can look like?" You asked.

"It was like in a red and yellow can." He simply answered. You could see him visualising the can in his head, so you thought that could be one of the truths.

"Yknow what, the bull penis is the lie." You answered.

"Wow immediately?" Angela said.

"I think you didn't eat the bull penis." You chuckled to yourself. Shayne looked at you with suspicious eyes, like he was warning you. But you thought it was double sided psychology.

"Is that your final answer?" Shayne asked as he pulled out the water gun.

"Yes." You answered shutting your eyes embracing yourself for the water. A strong stream of water hit your chest. You bungled up from the cold waiting for Shayne to stop spraying.

"Nooo." You whined. "I was forced to eat the bull penis." Shayne answered putting the gun down.

"So you didn't eat the fermented fish?" Amanda asked.

"Yup, i helped open the can. Noah actually ate it." Shayne casually said.

"Poor guy." You said feeling bad for noah.

"Okay my turn." You cheered up, straightening your back while you looked at your cards.

"I got asked out by the prince of Monaco." You said the first choice, everyone in the room raising an eyebrow.

"Someone wrote 'Fuck Honda' on the side of my car." You said the second option making some of them laugh.

"And my old boyfriend cheated on me with Heidi Klums daughter." You said the last choice leaving everyones mouths wide opened.

"Woah okay." Shayne said processing all the information.

"I feel like you could be asked out by the prince of Monaco but you would tell me that." Shayne sat there and thought.

"So what's the story, what happened?" Shayne asked to get more detail.

"So I was on a family vacation in Monaco, we were in the city and the prince asked me out." You answered halfway on purpose.

"What did you say?" Courtney asks invested into the story.

"I remember I really wasn't interested, but my mum really pressured me to go." You answered. "So did you go?" Angela asked.

"No, I didn't. If I did I would be hanging out with you losers." You joked, sarcastically rolling your eyes.

"I honestly believe you, but I'm not sure." Shayne speculated, staring at you intensely."What were the other ones?" Shayne asked. "That someone wrote fuck honda on the side of my car and that my boyfriend cheeted on me with Heidi Klums daughter." You answered.

"Wow that's crazy. The fuck honda seems believable. Was it just like written down I don't get it?" Shayne questioned.

"It was like giant neon orange letters drawn on with spray paint. I was so embarrassed to even drive around in it." You chuckled.

"Was your car a honda?"

"Yea it was, it was honda civic." You answered. "What did honda do to them?" Amanda asked furrowing her eyebrows.

"I don't know, maybe I cut them in line, maybe they got fired by honda, I really don't know." You shrugged.

"What about the Heidi Klum, what happened there?" Shayne asked.

"No, he just admitted to cheating and bragged about it being Heidi Klums daughter." You simply answered.

"That's it?" Shayne speculated.

A"Yeah, that's it." Pursed your lips. "Hmm, I really don't know. All three are pretty crazy. I can believe the honda one, I think that one is the truth." Shayne thought out loud.

"What's the lie tho." You squinted your eyes. "I think... That you didn't get asked out by the prince of Monaco." He sceptically answered.

"Is that your final answer?" You asked pulling out your water gun.

"Yes?" Shayne said. You sprayed him all over his chest as he jumped from the suprise cold water.

"So Your boyfriend didn't cheat with Heidi Klums daughter?" Shayne asked in realisation.

"Yeah, but the prince of Monaco did ask me out and someone did write fuck honda on my car." You shrugged.

"That's so crazy tho. Just 'Fuck Honda', that's inspirational." Angela thought.

"He wore this white shirt on purpose." You joke pointing at Shayne. The white shirt on him now being see-thru from the water.

"Oh my god." Amanda rolled her eyes at him.

"Okay, it's my turn." Shayne said, being extra exited by this one.

"I got drunk once and ran half naked thru a park at 2PM." Shayne said the first option, making you furrow your eyebrows.

"How aren't you a registered sex offender?" You joke making Shayne laugh before he read the second option.

"I got the idea of 'Guess who slapped me' when I slapped you during our bedroom activities." Shayne spoke out, giggling a bit to himself.

Embarrassment overfuils you as you buried your head in your hands. All around you you heard screaming. You melted down in you chair wanting to disappear.

"And I went hiking and a goat chased me all the way down from 500 m." Shayne shrugged, acting like he didn't just violate you.

"Why did you do that?" You asked him, you hands covering your face.

"What's the lie?" Shayne asked, acting all calm.

"I really wish for one of those to be a lie." You awkwardly joked, as everyone had a pitty laugh.

"Uhm, what was the first option?" You asked Shayne.

"Second option? It was that I got the idea of 'Guess who-"

"Nonono, first option." You die yet again inside.

"That's the one where I got drunk and ran half naked through the park at 2pm." He responded.

"Oh, well. I have my answer." You said itching your head.

"I think the lie is the second option." You told him.

"The idea of 'Guess who slap-"

"Yeah that one." You interrupted him.

"Are you sure?" Shayne asked taking out the gun.

"No not really." You whined.

"Too bad." He chuckled as he lifted up the water gun.

After a few seconds you thought you were good, but then a cold line of water hit you, making you jump. Everyone around you got surprised as you got even more uncomfortable now. You burried your head in your hands out of embarrassment.

"That's amazing." You rubbed your forehead.

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A/N: not the best ik :(( Also first post :3

[damimsimpin]

(OKI this is the old request if I remember)

Hoodie meeting a new (MALE)proxy and kinda being like “ur chill” and they get along really well,and then they find out they have a past together(college like) and they r like “ cool” and then they kiss

HOODIE X MALE PROXY

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I sat in a tree waiting for someone to pass,the rain poured down over the tree, I could hear footsteps and I can tell that are getting closer

The footsteps stoped right under the tree,a girl in her 20 ,skinny, she has no shot at winning a fight between us

I was about to jump out but a gunshot beat me too it,she girls body fell limply at the side and the blood ran,I just know hoodie knew that one was mine

“ HEY I HAD THAT ONE” I scream out angerly only to be met with a small laugh,you could hear from the sound that it was hoodie’s voice changer talking

“Sorry not s-sorry” a hoodie said his voice changer cracking and sounding buzzed as the rain must have gotten in to his mask

“Your changers broken idiot”I roll my eyes and say as I pick myself of the ground

“Mhm”

He just pulls out a camera and he films the corpse making sure to get every single detail right

I roll my eyes and I start walking towards the house,he closes the camera lens and walks next to me

“How’s the new life?”

(Your thoughts out him rq)

You’ve know about hoodie but you never cared to talk with him-he was quiet but arrogant as fuck so why would you?

You and hoodie worked great on missions but not other than that

But sometimes he made you wonder what was behind that mask- Toby was sadistic and annoying,Tim thought he was better than everyone but hoodie?

The most you ever saw of him was when he ate when he put his mask just above his over lip-he never spoke without the voice changer and he always just watched everything in the house go down,he was always there but never THERE

(Normal pov)

“Why are you asking ?

“Takes awhile to get used to this life”

“Mhm well it’s going great”

“I know you don’t wanna talk about it…but”

I look at the masked man and before I can ask he breaks the silence

“Wanna go for a drive?”

The red frown on his ski mask didn’t conceal the smirk building on his face as I walked out of the house with clean pants and a better shirt

“Which car we taking?”

I brush off some dirt of the shirt as I look at him to see he has a helmet on -a motorcycle helmet- he places a helmet on my head and I stand there kinda dumbfounded

“We’re not taking a car”

He opens the garage and walks out with a black and silver motorcycle,he’s not kidding with this

“Is it safe?” I say kinda worried

“Your living with killers” he replied with a hind of sarcasm

“Yeahhh” I chuckle

He reaves the engine twice and you can hear it throughout the woods and I smile and I jump on the bike

(Kinda timeskip bc idk)

When hoodie drives he drives fast,he’s nothing like his calm demeanour-he almost crashed twice-

“HEY HOODIE”

“What?”

“Where r we going “

“ let’s get go home its late”

Hoodie turned the bike around like it was a feather and drove us home

—at the cabin an hour later—

After we all ate ,masky got a mission and Toby went to his room,I walk up the stairs and Toby calls my name I turn around and see-

Toby with a book?

“I-it has y-your name o-*PIP*n it” he threw it to me and it landed on the floor

“Someone wrote a fanfic of me or smt?”i laugh to myself as Toby leaves

The book is old and covered in leather

I open the book to find it full of old pictures of my old college friends

“GUYS COME UP HERE!”

I heared hoodies heavy footsteps coming from the stairs as Toby screamed

“N-Not *fucking* n-now!”

Hoodie stood in the frame of the door and I gave him the book ,he took it and looked at me confused

“I already have books” he said unamused

“It’s not a Book -book it’s pictures of my friends!”

He flipped thru the pages as his finger lingered over a picture of one of my friend and me sitting on a bench

“That’s Brian and me! We were the closest but we went our separate ways when i moved”

Hoodie walked over to my bed and sat down as he put the book down and started taking the mask off

“Hoodie wha-Brian?”

He looked up at me with those eyes that I remember from years ago, his hair messy from the mask and the tooth gap that made me recognise him first

“That’s a pleasant surprise”I say shocked

I sit down next to him and he puts his hand on my face I flush a deep red his face creeps in as I feel his breath on my face

“I-I-“

He interrupts me by press his lips to mine it’s like a dance a slow sensual kiss,I tangle my fingers in his hair as I look in to his eyes

He pulls away and puts his head in the crook of my neck and then he whispers

“I missed you��

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OKI YALL AGAIN IM SO SORRY FOR LOSING THE ACUAL REQUEST 🙏🏼

This is my first oneshot so Ik it sucks I had a problem knowing if I should write

“I”

“You”

“They”

As in who was telling the story!

Please give me feed back for any parts

Luv yall

[thededebean]

Life in pictures xxx

We were doing our own thing around the house on a Saturday afternoon. It was a long week and we both needed a moment to ourselves. We didn't ignore eachother but we kept ourselves busy on our own while under the same roof.

I cleaned up the bedroom and kitchen and my boyfriend the washrooms and living areas. Equal areas. Equal contributions.

I finished the kitchen and started tidying the bedroom. Replacing the sheets after the laundry and picking up dirty clothes from the closet and floor.

I had my noise cancelling headphones on, lost in my own world. Then I heard my phone go off. A text message..... From my husband.... followed by a picture.

It downloaded.

📸It's a picture of me, struggling to fit the four corners of the fitted sheet on the corners of the bed.

I laughed. What was he up to?

Then another picture came thru. A little more compromising. My belly tightens.

I am wearing a cotton button up undone half way down my torso. 📸The second picture very clearly looked straight down my loose top as I stretched to fit the sheet, bent forward.

📸And another. Directly from behind focusing on my white panties. Tucking the top sheet under the mattress. You can see my skin tone under the thin fabric.

I sit on the freshly made bed as another comes through.

📸I am half prone off the bed reaching for the pillows on the floor. Ass up in the air.

I lay back on the bed waiting for more. A couple more come through. Buzz buzz .

📸Another picture exposes my nipples poking into the fabric of my shirt and the outline of my breasts. My face is blissfully unaware of my voyeur.

📸Then another of me reaching down to get the comforter off the floor. You can see my breasts hanging and swaying in the next few pictures.

I find my hand reaching down to my clothed mound. Hoping my own peep show continues.

📸Then I see myself get undressed. This next picture is of my bare naked ass bent over to put my dirty underwear in the hamper. I can see my exposed pucker lifted in the air.

📸Another picture is of me panty-less in front of our mirror staring at my body. Picture by picture roll in. Snapping stills of my shirt falling further off my shoulders.

Viewing pictures of my naked body and then feeling watched turned me on. I slid my finger in-between my lips. Pulling my panties to the side.

I was immeasurably wet. 📸Then I get a picture of my crotch. As just a few minutes ago I was sat in the same position.

I ran my wet fingers up to my mouth and threw my head back as to put on a bit of a show. Aware fully I was being taunted. But I wanted to tease back.

I trailed my my hand down into my shirt. Pulling at my breasts.

📸📸📸 The pictures had caught up to me in real time now. It was like watching a porn of myself. When I unbuttoned my shirt, so did the girl in the pictures.

When I slid off this shirt exposing my breasts so did she.

It was intensely hot. And to know my bf was behind this. I didn't dare look for the camera but I did agonizingly slowly pull off my panties with a few rolls around the bed to catch all angles.

I kept my eyes on the phone as I rolled onto my stomach. I lifted my ass into the air. The pictures started to roll in.

📸my wetness showed very clearly in the next set of photos as I grabbed a toy to play with.

I circled the dildo head around my butthole. Grabbing some of my juice to rub around me and the toy.

📸 The next picture was focused on my blissfully face. Eyes clearly rolled back as the dildo popped into my ass. Lip bitten down on.

I looked like I was in such pleasure.

Every time a picture came in I pushed further. Inch by inch.

I put my phone down as it continued to buzz.

I reached up in-between my legs and used my free hand to rub my pussy.

Buzz buzz buzz buzz.

No doubt that camera was capturing my dildo being pushed inside and my fingers doing their work on my pussy.

I dipped my finger into my hole then rubbed my clit. Then hole. Then clit. Then hole. Then clit. Then clit. Then clit. Then clit. Circling it until I knew it was close to let me explode.

With my whole body shaking and one or two more plunges into my asshole I moan and cry out in ecstasy. Pulling the dildo out but continuing to roll over my clit. Just riding the Saturday pleasure wave.

My phone buzzing like crazy finally stops. I feel a second phone plop beside me as I struggle to look behind me. I start to hear palpations then a cock is plunged into my gaping asshole. It only lasts for a few thrusts.

I quickly submit and tighten on the member.

Not long after my bf explodes into my butt and I can feel the strands of cum coat my insides. It's so warm and his cock feels so good. I tighten and milk everything he's got. Feeling very satisfied getting to this point.

I can't wait to see the rest of the photos and upload them to my blog. These need to be shared. I'm so hot when I'm being creeped on. And what a little voyeur for taking them.

[slifarianhawk]

Chapter 7: old partners

The walk was quite. Wesker gave Jill the order for her to go to her room and stay. I knew what Jill was thinking. I appeared as a traitor to my brother and the world. When we reached her room I checked for cameras, mics, bugs anything that would let Wesker hear what I was about to say. The room was clean. Once the doors closed I spoke.

"I am sorry Jill, but things have go this way." I choked out.

She lunged at me, "I can't believe you would do this to Chris T. It's fucking sick."

I dropped to my knees and started to cry, "I can't let my daughter's last wish go unfulfilled Jill, she wanted me to be the one to tear down his empire. If I don't hic Alistars death would of been for nothing." I sobbed silently.

She was taken back, "What do you mean?" She asked with genuine concern.

I stood up and using a single motion I wiped away my tears, "Back in Russia, we had a plan to end Wesker. My daughter and I were going to tear his world down and break him. It seems that I won't even be able to do that yet. Please Jill trust your old partner."

[Flash back late 1996]

I walked in to the S.T.A.R.S. office. Barry greeted me with his usual look what the cat pulled out of the bag joke. He was serving in the air force with my brother not too long ago, so he treated me like his family. That was much to the dismay of my husband.

"Tabitha can you come in to my office?" Wesker walked to his door beckoning me to him.

"Coming sir." I responded quickly and jogged over to his office.

"Close the door and sit." He spoke taking off his sun glasses as soon as the door closed.

As I sat he grabbed the top of his nose and sighed, his eyes had dark circles underneath them. He clearly didn't come home last night or even slept from the looks of it.

"What happened?" I asked in an extremely worried tone.

"I'm getting annoyed with how you and Mr. Burton act towards each other. You need to be professional at the office." He said.

I glared straight in to his green eyes, "Cut the fucking bullshit Albert and tell me what actually is going on. You didn't come home last night and I highly doubt Barry cracking shitty puns is what keep you from coming home.".

He sighed as he spoke, "You have always been able to read me like an open book, Tabitha." He rolled his neck and placed his hand on after, "The cameras in the training facity show Marcus is alive again. He is acting coherently and to add to the issue reports of a woman in white walking around the facility as well. Umbrella is having me keep an eye on the situation."

"Fuck, do they have any idea how its possible? I know the T-virus can bring back corpses, but they have next to no intelligence. They only possess the need to feed. Is it affecting the mansion forest or labs?"  I nearly jump out of the chair hearing this information.

"You are not the only one baffled by this. I reached out to other departments. Sergei has been inform that the training facility is no longer able to be used. He is less than pleased. He said he was going to send you back in '92 to reclaim it; however, you dissappeared. So we are going on alert in the lab. I'm also going to start recuiting again, just incase S.T.A.R.S. needs to be called out to tackle the mess this causes. Enrico has his team almost completed, he just needs a medic now. That brings me to why I brought you in here, I'm not confident in Vickers piloting alone and we don't have a second rear security agent." He said placing a file infront of me,"I found someone I want brought into the S.T.A.R.S. unit.".

I picked up the file, "Jill Valentine? Well I'm not surprised, based on this file she is an impeccable soldier." I read thru the file.

"I've decided to recuit her for alpha team, I already interviewed her over the phone. I told her about a week ago she got the job. I want you to train her, you are better at converstion than me."

I chuckled, "You mean I have better people skills than you. I'll take the compliment and for a pilot talk to Berry, he did serve in the air force."

"I'll discuss it with him, can you wait for Miss Valentine?" He asked.

I stood up, " Understood captain." I headed towards the door, "Oh and Wesk?"

"Yes lotus?" He looked directly at me.

"After this go home and get some shut eye, I'll handle things today." I smiled.

"If you insist." With his response I walked out closing his door.

I headed over to my desk and grabbed my holster from the drawer.  Attaching it to my uniform, I headed over to the safe on the wall. Running a hand over the cold steel my body shivered at what Albert told me. If Marcus was alive that means the T-virus is loose. At least that area is at least a hundred miles away from here. It would take . I watched the cctv recording of his death in Russia, to think that he could just wander around after this many years terrified me. I wondered how far his twisted reach went.

A hand landed on my shoulder and I jumped back falling on Berry "Hey T, whats got you so antsy? It's like you just walked out of a horror movie."

I shook my self off and punched the code into the safe retrieving my samurai edge and my knife, "Just a bit stressed Berry. I will be okay, I promise. Actually can I ask you a question?."

"You mean other than that one sure." Berry smiled at his little joke.

"What do you want me to bake for Polly's birthday?" I smiled trying to hide what was really going on in my head.

"Oh thats what is on your mind. Polly loves your marzipan and your rasberry macarons, just bring her some of thoses and some plain vanilla cake with lemon frosting for the rest of us. Sometimes I think you should of became a pastry chef rather than a nato agent." Berry said poking my forehead.

"Okay Berry, oh and Captain wants to talk to you. I hate to do this but can I ask you a favor?" I sighed.

"T your like a family to me, whatever you need just ask." he said.

I chuckled, "Once he is done talking with you, can you make sure he goes home? I know he is over working him self again. Hell he didn't even come home last night."

"I'll make sure he does. You're an amazing wife T." Barry smiled and went to his desk.

"Excuse me, Is this the S.T.A.R.S office?" a lady asked walking into the room.

"Ahhh you must be Jill, I'm Tabitha." I walked up to her and offered my hand out to her.

"It is a pleasure to meet you. I'm looking for Captain Wesker, is he around?" She smiled shaking my hand as Berry went into his office.

"Captain is currently in a meeting. Please don't worry, he assigned me to be your partner during your S.T.A.R.S. training." I said smiling.

"I'm just not sure if I belong here though. I went in to the military hoping to change lives."  she said her smile slightly dropping.

I look her straight in the eyes, "Our jobs are to solve the dangerous crimes and rescue people of Raccon City. This city doesn't have a S.W.A.T team. We act as the counter balance to the rising threat to the area. Be it terrorists, the mob, or even serial killers, we will be there to make a brighter future for everyone. So what do you say partner?"

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"Remember what I said back when you joined S.T.A.R.S. I still mean it. I'm going to make the future brighter for everyone. I'm going to play this game that Spencer started to end the world. I'm going to break it down Weskers world and end the last of umbrellas monsters." I stood firm and sighed "If I go to jail after this then so be it. If I die at the end of my mission, then so be it. Either way, then the last and one of the most dangerous monsters Umbrella would be unable to harm anyone any more." I sobbed silently.

"T, you should of told someone." she sighed hugging me, "This is not something to do alone. I know Chris wouldn't approve of this. you always preached the importance of partnership. Unfortunatly that can't be me now, he has me under his control. You are like an elder sister to me. You should of left this game after the T Abyss incident. Hell you should of left after we pulled your comatose body out of the Russia. You're going to get yourself killed at this rate. You can't change your life or anyone elses if you are dead and in the ground.".

I sighed rolling my neck relaxing, "I'll keep you updated when I can Jill. I've been here a good while, I can't risk being figured out." I walked towards the door stopping before opening the door, "One last thing Jill.".

"Yes T." she looked at me as she was laying down.

"Thank you Jill, for trusting your old partner one last time." I smiled and left.

[reindeer-spotting]

i had a really weird dream. i like sang at an mcr thing . and then there was this foreign band and there was a bombing at their show and a stabbing or something and someone got framed for the bombing. and then there was gabe (an irl of mine) who was at this icecream factory store thing idk, i was walking thru it and into the atrium and saw him, basically half of him went home and came back but the other half was in a perpetual motion machine to make salami. so me and one of the girls from the band called kara had to go and watch over him. she wasnt too happy to be there but it was wtv, we talked and ate some salami (not like from him obviously, like other salami.) i had this pet fish taped to my leg; or like a plastic pouch of water taped to my leg with a goldfish in it, but it was sorta on the side of my leg where i couldnt rlly see it, and im like 'woah this fish is like my reason for living' and shes like. she doesnt say anything. and then a little while later i notice it's dead so im like 'ok im gonna go to the bathroom and drain it' and im moving all my stuff away from the door and shes like 'at least put your shoes on?' and im like 'nahhh dw about it' and i leave the perpetual motion machine room and i go to the bathroom thats closest. it's really small and the sink is like on a little pedestal in the wall, kinda? and theres some kind of dudebro slogan taped to the mirror that i dont remember. so im like 'i kinda need to piss also' so i sit on the toilet to piss AND THEN IT DROPS THROUGH THE FUCKING FLOOR and im like strapped into this chair and theres like a rolling tray of salsa and i'm being told to write out all of my secrets in the salsa, and i can't scream for some reason? anyway i start thrashing around and hitting the tray on things and keep on saying that i'm 15. there was also something about spotify idk? and then this kid from my primary school called leo opens the door and now i'm like lying in a bed and he's like '..?' and im li ke'does that always happen?' and he goes into another room and doesnt answer me. i step into the hallway and there's a bathroom, and another small bedroom besides the one i was in. my mum was in the bathroom and kara was in the other bedroom. i run to kara and we hug and are like so relieved to see eachother. and then i'm lying in bed with someone, maybe kara? idk. and im looking at the pouch on my leg and there's the dead goldfish and also a new, alive goldfish and im like 'i still need to drain this' and for some reason she's reluctant for me to, so i just take it off my leg. on the other side it says something about an IV bag and how it might be off-putting and to not have tobacco near it?? idk. and then that dream pretty much ended and i had this other dream which i had had before (except i actually haven't) and jackfilms is opening the door to this cabin and i think he's saying something, and then he opens another door and a few more doors. and then we actually get inside and it's very very wooden but kinda modern, theres a giiant fucking couch with a few guys on it, i forget who, and then i/the camera goes and sits on one end where tommy from smosh and two other dudes are, tommy and one of the dudes are on the couch and the other dude's on the floor. the dude on the floor says they're not allowed to speak and can only say 'yeah' in this kinda slurred/baby voice. tommy tries it out and laughs. and floor guys says 'no you gotta say sir at the begining'. so tommy does and it sounds kinda funny, the other guy also says it and laughs. and then the dream ended

[ashasmonsters]

The Thru-Hiker

Female reader x Male mothperson (Desmond)

Citrus rating: Lemon

Content: Full-on smut, references to unhappy breakups

Words: 5.1k

Note: Here's the story that earns me the "18+" in my description. This is my first time making anything this smutty public, so any feedback or criticism would be appreciated. Enjoy!

You raised the viewfinder to your eye. The rolling hills fit within the frame-lines neatly, the trail before you leading straight down the middle and towards the horizon. With a satisfying click the shutter fired. You lowered the camera and cranked the film advance lever, confident that shot would turn out well. You let the camera dangle from your shoulder once again as you looked around: this spot was close enough to the main trail that you wouldn't need any "breadcrumbs" to lead you back to it in the morning. The sun would finish setting in an hour or so, and bird chirps had given way to trilling crickets and cicadas. It was warm enough that you didn't need to build a fire. Your stove would do just fine.

"That's a nice camera."

You turned towards the voice. Standing behind you, closer to the main trail and obscured slightly by foliage, loomed a lanky mothman. He wore clothes appropriate for hiking the Appalachian trail, though you hadn't seen him around. This meant he was quick or hiking the opposite direction as you.

"Thanks." You answered. He pushed a few low-hanging twigs out of the way and took a step towards you.

"Is that a..." he paused, his brow furrowing above his red compound eyes as he searched for a word, "Yashica, right?"

"Mamiya, actually." You answered, hefting the brick-shaped camera from your hip where it dangled. "It's been a pain to hike with, but I love it all the same."

"I'm sure you've got some excellent shots in that thing. I'm Desmond." He closed the remaining distance and tenderly extended a chitinous claw. You shook it in turn and returned his greeting.

"I don't believe I've seen you on the trail, Desmond," you said, "are you using those wings or hiking southbound?"

"Oh, I'm hiking southbound. Flying would defeat the purpose, wouldn't it?"

"I guess that is a silly question." You lowered your eyes and made eye contact with his hiking boots. "I'm heading northbound."

"Hm. You must have started the trail pretty recently."

"That's right. I started maybe three weeks ago. You must be pretty close to finishing if you're going southbound."

"Been on the trail for five months." He answered.

"Wow." You breathed. Maybe mothmen wore it better, but he certainly looked neat for having lived in the wilderness for almost half a year. You caught yourself staring. "Um, got any tips for a relatively fresh hiker like me?"

"Take your time and enjoy yourself." He said, looking down at you. "The trail is going to take the better part of a year from you no matter what, so there's no point in rushing it."

"Thanks for the advice." A pause. You saw your reflection in his ruby eyes. "Anyway... I don't want to keep you from the trail, being nocturnal and all." You failed to suppress a tinge of longing in your voice. The sun started to kiss the horizon, making the canopy above you look like it was on fire.

"Well, actually..." Desmond rested a claw on the back of his neck fluff, "I was going to ask if you would share this spot with me. It's going to be a full moon and I planned to take a rest to enjoy it."

"Oh," you said, glad the sunset was masking your blush, "that should be fine, then."

"I don't want to impose, I could always find my own—"

"No, really, it's fine." You said, gesturing around the sizeable clearing. "We're sharing a view, not a cot. I don't mind."

"Ah, right." He played with his neck fluff again. "Well then, let's not waste the daylight." You nodded and slid your pack off.

Your sleeping arrangements for the trail had been spartan, but still comfortable. You carried a thin foam pad which rolled up nicely and fit under your sleeping bag, a tarp with hooks for hanging from above, a camp stove, and a sack to keep your food strung up a branch and away from animals.

All of this was set up fairly quickly since Desmond was helping you. He was quite tall, which made stringing up the extra food much easier than when you had done it alone. In no time, your foam pad was safely encircled by your hanging tarp and your stove was boiling a pot of water. Tonight's dinner was an Appalachian Trail classic: dehydrated cheesy rice. You took the initiative to invoke full-on luxury by adding a handful of equally dehydrated broccoli florets. You had a guest to entertain, after all.

"Thanks for making me breakfast. Dinner, in your case." Desmond said. The dim blue light from the camp stove caught only the very edges of his chitinous frame. His red eyes shone bright like a cat's through the steam from the culinary masterpiece cooking between you two.

"Consider it my treat." You smiled back. There was a pause, so you pulled a topic from the air. "Are you a photographer too? Not many people can tell apart the brands of these old things." You patted your Mamiya camera as if it were a tiny metal lapdog.

"Ah, no," He said, almost defensively, "if you have compound eyes like me, you can't really look through viewfinders. It just doesn't work."

"Right, sorry." You rubbed the back of your neck. "Where does your camera knowledge come from, then?"

"Well... you know the old mothpeople stereotype about how we like light?"

"Um." You spoke carefully. "I have heard of it."

"I kinda live up to that stereotype. Like, very much. It's why I wanted to stop here to watch the full moon."

"Okay, but how does that tie into cameras?"

"It's kind of embarrassing." He fidgeted with his long white neck fuzz. "It's the flash. When it goes off, it's like... like..."

"Like a drug?" You finished for him.

"No! Not like that. It's not addictive... I don't think. It's more like... what's that thing humans do with their nails and their skin?"

"Like scratching an itch?"

"Yes! Exactly." He said excitedly. "I don't itch, but if I did, I imagined it would feel like when a camera flash goes off."

You chuckled even though you knew he was a little embarrassed. This whole situation was just too absurd, too odd.

"So you're like a connoisseur of camera flashes." A pause. He lowered his gaze.

"Mamiyas have the best one." You chuckled again.

"Well, then." You pulled your camera from your bag and held it before you. "May I take your portrait?"

"If it's no trouble," his antennae perked up, "yes please."

Wrestling the camera into shooting position, you flipped the viewfinder open and aimed it squarely at him. The scene fit perfectly within the frame-lines; the glowing blue stove flames in the foreground and Desmond's red eyes neatly in the middle.

"Looks good to me." You said, pressing the flash release. The flash, a piece of metal the size of your thumb, sprung out of the camera and whined as the battery charged it.

"Oh, wow." He noted. You pressed the shutter—

"Goddamn!" Desmond cried, shuddering. Briefly, a low chirr seemed to emanate from him. "Pardon my French. That was good."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. Most people hate when I ask to take their portrait." You cranked the film advance lever and smiled. You returned your camera to its place in your bag, then... remembered there was a meal on the stove. "Crap, I hope the bottom isn't burning." You said, quickly grabbing the stirring spoon and scraping the bottom of the pot. You continued until you were sure the food was in good shape.

"You know, when I thought about making this trek, I was worried about getting lonely. Like I wouldn't be able to put up with just myself for so long... but I've already met so many people and they've all been kind." You continued stirring the meal.

"Then what made you consider it in the first place?" Desmond asked, cocking an antenna.

"Oh... you know... adventure." You lied. The resulting pause made you painfully aware of how bad of a liar you are. The cheesy rice bubbled and spat steam at you as if heckling your poor performance.

"I'd believe that if you had a fedora and a whip. And knew where the holy grail was." He chuckled, his mandibles clicking.

"What?"

"Ah, just a stupid joke. There's these old movies..." He cut himself off and extended an empty claw, taking the spoon from you and making it his turn to stir. "I don't want to tell you your business, but everybody I've met in the past five months comes to the trail to run from something."

"Well... you're right that it's definitely my business." You tried not to scowl. The turn in conversation had resurrected an unpleasant feeling in your heart; something in the same neighborhood as shame or sadness.

"Not if what you're running from is the law and you're a serial killer or something. Then that's definitely my business." He clicked once more. His attempt to lighten the conversation didn't help that feeling much. The cheesy rice heckled him this time.

"I'm not a serial killer, I promise." You started, drawing in a sharp breath. Perhaps you just needed to vent. Maybe that would ease this malaise. "Why don't you start? Tell me what you're running from first, then I'll tell you about me." You took the stirring spoon back from him. He ran a claw down his face.

"I'm running from a breakup. We dated for three years." He sighed.

"I'm... sorry." You said, unsure of what else to say.

"Don't apologize; not unless you're the girl she ran off with." His mandibles clicked weakly. "I'm kidding. She didn't run off or anything. She didn't even cheat. She just realized that men weren't for her."

You raised an eyebrow. "Three whole years?"

"It didn't take her that long to realize it, just that long to work up the courage to tell me. Maybe I wasn't her true love, but she cared about me a lot. She was so scared of hurting me that she bottled it up for most of that time."

"You didn't want to remain friends?"

"I did— and I still do. I... I just said three things: 'I need some time to process this,' 'I'm in a lot of pain but it's not your fault,' and 'I'm going hiking for six months, call me back when I'm done.' That's all I could think of in the moment, and now I'm here."

"That's rough."

"You're telling me." His shoulders dropped. "I'm used to breakups with jerks. That I can make peace with, because then it's like a problem that solves itself. Jerk breaks up with you, therefore no more jerk to deal with. But... when it's someone that you love, that you want the best for, and that means they have to move on... that's something I'm still trying to work out." He sighed hard and lowered his crimson eyes. "I think the rice is done."

You were so caught up in his pained explanation that you lost track of time. You quickly turned off the camp stove and set the pot on the ground.

"Thanks for reminding me." You grabbed your enamel bowl as he readied his and started dishing out the rice and broccoli. You both sat there in silence, enjoying the feeling of hot food in hand. "Anyway, I guess it's my turn to share."

"Please. I wouldn't want to dump my problems on you without hearing out yours."

"I had a breakup too, though honestly I think mine wasn't as rough as yours." You said.

"We all go through different things. It's not a contest." Desmond said, idly poking his steaming meal. "Tell me about it, if you want."

So you did. Over the course of the meal, you told Desmond all about your past relationship: the fights you had with your ex, the nights spent in separate sleeping arrangements, the endless worry over how much of it was your fault. He nodded sympathetically with each painful memory you unraveled to him. Remembering it all made you feel worse, but having him listen made it feel much better. When you had no more to say, he stared at you. You saw yourself reflected in his eyes. Your spoon was trembling.

"It's okay to cry. I won't mind." Was all Desmond said before you had to set down your food and hold your face in your hands. It's like you had been saving up a surplus of tears throughout all these events and just barely they were escaping you. You could hear Desmond awkwardly scoot over in the dirt to your side before he offered a rigid shoulder to you.

"Chitin isn't exactly memory foam, but..." You rested your head on him without a second thought. One of his claws found its way to your shoulder and you felt better for it. This was the first time you had mentioned your breakup out loud and unquestionably the first time anyone had offered you a shoulder to cry on, literally or figuratively.  You quickly came to find even Desmond's exoskeleton quite comfortable.

"Thanks for listening." You said as your sobs started to slow. He plainly chirred in response, making his grip on your shoulder a little tighter. His embrace was the first one you had felt since the breakup. You felt warm and safe in a way you had previously only had with your ex long ago. His neck fluff tickled you as he leaned his head onto yours.

"It's okay." You could feel his mandibles nudge your cheek as he spoke. "I know how hard it is." Your composure returned, and you stilled yourself against him. You finally removed your hands from your face, your eyes bloodshot.

"I'm glad I'm not wearing makeup." You chuckled weakly. "Otherwise my cheeks would look like a barcode right now."

"That's the spirit. Enjoy the little things." He rubbed your shoulder. "That's what the trail is all about."

You found yourself naturally holding Desmond closer, burying yourself in his neck fluff and wrapping an arm around his side as he held you. He smelled like pine and smoke. You grabbed your bowl of food once more and resumed eating, not leaving Desmond's side.

"I'm sorry for smearing my tears all over you." You said, coming back to reality. The taste of rehydrated cheesy rice wasn't great, but it was warm and familiar. Combined with Desmond's arm wrapped around you, the pain and baggage from the breakup left you like grime after a shower.

"It's alright." He said. "If moths could cry, I'd be crying all over you too. We're in the same shitty breakup boat."

He and you sat there together, finishing the meal. The camp stove had been turned off for a while now, and the only warmth you felt was your own, reflected off his chitin. The pause was permeated by lesser insects chirping and wind gently rustling the branches above. As you finished your food, you became painfully aware that Desmond couldn't hold you forever. He'd have to get in his sleeping bag eventually, and in the morning, continue his hike to nowhere other than your distant memories. Or, maybe...

"Want to share my sleeping bag with me?" The words left your mouth before you could even react. A second later, you realized what you had said and your heart raced. Your face found itself hidden in your hands again.

Why the fuck would you say that? Are you crazy? How would you feel if he randomly propositioned you for sex, huh? To which your responded to yourself with, Screw it, I'd be down for that.

Oh well. The fact he'd leave forever in the morning was both a blessing and a curse... but for now, mostly a blessing. It didn't matter if you were "rebounding" or doing something impulsive. Whatever happened tonight would stay in tonight. You and him would go your separate ways and there wouldn't be any regrets to be had. You practically held your breath as he processed what you said; the pause felt infinitely long.

"I'd love to." He broke the silence, his mandibles clicking more than usual. "Unless you're having second thoughts."

You looked up at him and shook your head. Wordlessly, he took your hand stood up with you. You led him to your dangling tarp wherein your sleeping bag and foam pad rested. Luxurious it was not, but as you slapped aside the flap and pulled Desmond in behind you, little else other than him was on your mind. You sat down on your "bed" and turned round, looking at him. His saucer-sized red eyes glowed as they met your gaze. He stepped closer.

"You're sure?" He said, kneeling before you. "I don't want to—"

You leaned forward and grabbed his head, clumsily planting a kiss where his mouth would be if he was human. It seemed to do the trick; he gasped and relaxed, his mandibles caressing your cheeks. You pulled back to breathe.

"I'm not asking you to marry me." You planted another kiss on him, tugging on his neck fluff. "I'm asking you to keep me company tonight."

"If you insist." He clicked. Something in his tone changed. For the first time his voice had timbre and need. He had left his tone suited for polite conversation and jokes outside your tarp. Here on your twin-sized foam pad, all pretenses were gone. You both knew you were going to give yourselves to each other; yet he surprised you by tugging the neck of your shirt down and scattering little kisses from your chin to your collarbone with his proboscis. It was rough and leathery and frankly didn't feel like anything you had touched before. You shuddered when he took it with him, descending past your breasts and peeling your shirt off your belly.

"Desmond..." You sighed, the only thing keeping this encounter casual being the button on your jeans.

"Everything alright so far?" He looked up at you with his large eyes, his mandibles brushing against your thigh as he spoke.

"Excellent." You breathed, resting a hand on the back of his neck fluff. "Please..." You used the same hand to ever-so-gently nudge him closer to your midst, which was already roiling with burning need. With a single claw, he carefully undid the button and zipper. You shimmied out of your jeans until his neck fluff  tickled the inside of your exposed thighs; your underwear soon followed. He clicked some more as you fully exposed your entrance to him, his eyes studying you and his claws gently finding their way to each of your legs.

"Forgive me, it's been a while." He said as he lowered his face into you. You reclined further, only gazing upwards to the tarp and a tiny patch of starry sky.

"Don't talk, just— Ah!" He pulled a gasp from you as he began his ministrations. With your head resting on the foam pad, you just closed your eyes and let the sensations fill you. Something of his, you weren't quite sure what, playfully danced around the edges of your entrance until it found its mark. It gently flicked across that tender nub and your hips bucked in response. You held his neck plumage tighter, desperately tugging him closer to you.

"Keep going, that's— oh, that's perfect..." He didn't resist your pull. If anything, as his fuzz tickled you and his mandibles started to prod at your folds he increased his fervor. Relentlessly he played across all parts of you at once. Hard chitinous mandibles spread you open while his proboscis felt like it was everywhere. It rubbed your bead with every advance it made into you, filling you with a tingling warmth that spread throughout your whole body. He didn't let up at all, your breath hitching and leaving you as moans. You rocked your hips and whined. Harder and harder, rhythmically to a rapidly increasing tempo. You gripped him tighter, burying his face into you. Ecstasy built within your core with each surge of his "tongue" until you could hold on no longer.

"Oh, oh!" You cried, your body seizing and legs locking around his shoulders. Pleasure crackled around your whole body and there, in the dark with Desmond wordlessly working you, you weren't sure how much time you spent at the peak. Slowly, the sparks behind your eyes stopped flying. Your breath resumed its normal rhythm. Lifting your head off your sleeping bag, you made eye contact with his glowing red orbs, the only source of light under your tarp.

"How did I do?" He chittered, his grin smug enough for you to sense even in the darkness.

"You were fantastic." You indulged him, running your hand through his fuzz as he crawled over top of you. He pressed his forehead to yours.

"I didn't tire you out, did I?" He asked before descending upon you and kissing you lightly. With the gap between you two closed, you felt something tumescent and twitching under his shorts brush against you.

"I suppose I can stay up some more." You giggled as his fuzz tickled your collarbone. "I'll just sleep in."

"Glad to hear it." Desmond rasped. His voice grew ragged as he nipped at your neck, cradling your chin in one claw and using the other to undo his shorts. In the darkness, you could only feel something slick, smooth, and long come to rest on your belly. You squeezed your thighs around it. Desmond immediately chirred louder than before, sounding like a baritone version of the insects outside. His deep timbre resonated inside you.

"Excited?" You teased, his length completely at your mercy as you held it between your legs.

"I've forgotten how warm humans feel." He rumbled.

"Can I jog your memory?"

"Please."

You released him from your thighs and reached down with a hand. You felt the entirety of his length in your grasp; it was delightfully slick and uniform with pleasant little ridges to encounter as your hand traveled towards his base. You grasped it gently, eliciting more bassy chitters from him as you angled it towards your entrance. You fumbled a bit in the darkness, but after a few tries his tip rested at your threshold. His eyes met yours.

"Ready?" He clicked.

"Go ahead." You gripped his shoulders and pulled him close, nestling your face in his fluff as he started entering you. His hips slowly began to close the distance, each ridge on his length pushing a squeak out of you. His pace was deliciously slow. You had just enough time to adjust but not to catch your breath. All you could do was hold him tight in the darkness, nothing but the sensation and his chirring to occupy your mind. It felt like an eternity of slowly being filled by him. Eventually, cool chitin met your wet bundle of nerves, sending electric pleasure up your spine and forcing a gasp out of you.

"That's all of it." He grunted, his body completely flush with yours. "Do you feel alright?"

"Give me a moment." you said, exhaling sharply. The sensation of fullness with him hilted completely within you took your breath away. Little moans escaped you as his shaft quivered inside your depths. Embracing him, you found a steady breathing rhythm once more. "Okay, you can move."

With only chitters in response, he buried his head in the nape of your neck, his mandibles poking and prodding as he peppered you with kisses. His hardness withdrew just as slowly as when he entered you, then returned with a steady tempo. Each time his hips rocked you moaned into his fuzz. You imagined if you and Desmond had met at a different time or a different place, you'd be voicing your pleasures into a pillow. Since he had started his rhythmic thrusts, Desmond held a low, purring chirr that surged each time his pelvis met yours.

He chittered something specific, completely forgoing English as he picked up speed. He released your shoulders from his grasp. Changing position, he now kneeled upright with his knees on either side of your rear and his claws firmly gripping your thighs. The new leverage and angle made you squeal. He pumped in earnest now, both the speed and impact making you moan with nothing to stifle your voice.

"Desmond!" You cried, one hand splayed above your head and the other reaching down to hold your sensitive bead, "Keep going!" His pace remained constant. The low chirr grew into a growl. He pounded over and over, his hips slamming into your ass. As if it took considerable effort, he wrestled his chitters back into grunting speech you could understand.

"Close," he said sharply, "getting close!" You decided against speaking, instead locking your ankles behind him and rubbing your nub feverishly to meet him at the brink. His pace quickened even more. His claws squeezed your thighs as he desperately held onto you— into you, his thrusts remaining deeper inside you as they mounted in strength. His chirring returned, ascending in volume and pitch into a strangled, desperate call. His gaze snapped skyward and his back arched and he desperately pulled at your entire body in an effort to seat himself as deep within you as he could. You cried out in time with him. Your voice reached its limits. You rubbed yourself with abandon as you felt his cock fire within you with great trembling pulses. The pleasure within you mounted, growing until it erupted with a crackling warmth that left you quivering and crying out. He held himself as deep as he could go, grinding his hips into yours. Hissing, he lowered himself upon you once more and kissed you hard. You wailed into his mandibles as you rode out your peak. His hard chitin ground into your nub and held you at your limit before his rolling hips finally relented. Still, but remaining deep within you, he broke away from the kiss. You caught your breath as your eyes locked.

"Goodness..." You panted. Your face burned. Streaks of cool wetness rolled from your eyes down your cheeks. Desmond's chirring slowed into nothingness. The only sounds left were your breathing and nature outside.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his usual tone returning slowly.

"I'm great, Desmond," You smiled, "but you managed to tire me out this time." He clicked, then slowly withdrew his softening length from your sensitive core. You felt something ooze out of you, but were too exhausted to do anything about it.

"Sleep, please." He said, stroking your hair with a claw. "I'll be right here. Don't worry about anything else."

When morning arrived, the hole in the roof of your tarp acted as a skylight. You had awoken fortuitously just before the golden beam would have shone burning rays straight into your eyes. You definitely slept in, but found yourself fully clothed. You expected to feel something regretfully sticky and wet in your underwear, but you were completely clean. For a moment, you considered that last night might have been a dream. That line of thought was cut short by the sound of boiling water and the smell of coffee creeping into your tarp.

You emerged to find Desmond sitting in front of a small fire, emptying granules of instant coffee into a pot.

"Coffee?" He offered. "It'll be done in a bit."

"Thank you, Desmond." You sat in the same spot as you did last night over dinner. The silence that followed was comfortable and warm, unlike last night's awkward pauses. You watched him shake the pot with a claw as the sun warmed you. "I guess I should also thank you for, um, cleaning me up. I kinda passed out on you there. Sorry."

"No, no. It's fine. I'm nocturnal, remember?" He looked up at you and grinned. "It felt good to take care of a sleeping human again. It reminded me of old times." His grin softened into a gentle smile. The instant coffee had fully dissolved and he pulled the pot from the fire. He filled, then offered you an enamel mug which you accepted. The aroma was cheap and comforting.

"I'm going to miss you." You held the mug tightly. You didn't meet his eyes as you spoke, instead staring into the coffee as if it would tell you what to do.

"Me too." Desmond responded.

"Could we... could you..." You searched for the best way to ask. "Would you want to be with me?" Desmond released a slow chitter. He shook his head, and his soft smile shifted further into a shallow frown.

"I'm sorry." He said softly. "I wouldn't feel comfortable whisking you away three weeks after your breakup. Hell, I'm five months out from my own and I'm still not sure about where I am emotionally." You nodded in response. The coffee in your hands cooled in the resulting silence.

"I guess this is where we part ways, then." You sighed.

"Maybe..." He finally met your gaze. "You're hiking northbound. That means you'll finish in what, five more months?"

"Four if I hurry."

"The trail ends in Maine. There's this tiny, tiny town up there." He mused. "When you finish the trail, look for me around town. I'll be there. If you still want to be with me... then we could pursue a relationship like normal people. Coffee dates and stuff. If not... well, I'll buy you lunch."

"Is that another one of your movie references?" You chuckled. His plan sounded like something straight out of a cheesy rom-com.

"I'm serious." He explained. "My mom lives up there, and I've got nowhere else to be in four to five months."

"How am I supposed to find you?"

"I'm pretty sure the town population is in the double digits, and I'm definitely sure that me and my mom are the only mothpeople there." You considered his offer. It was all you had to look forward to, really.

"Let's shake on it." You extended a hand to him over the dying embers. He reached out to meet you, but then suddenly paused. "What's wrong?" You asked, a pang of fear striking you.

"I have one condition: when you inevitably run into my mom, our story has to be something other than, 'we met up on the trail and had sex after an embarrassingly short conversation and a camera flash,' okay?" You burst into laughter, as did he. He took your hand in his claw and shook enthusiastically.

"We have a deal." You answered. "Don't worry, I'll come up with something good."

"You better. You've got four-to-five months to craft it." He clicked. You smiled.

When you both finished your coffee, you gave him a hug and enjoyed the feeling of his neck fuzz on your cheek one last time. The fire had gone out, you packed up your tarp and sleeping bag, and you took a few steps north on the trail. You stopped soon after and turned, watching him go. He disappeared into the foliage. Sighing, you resumed your hike. To pass the time you talked to yourself.

"Ah, so nice to meet you, Mrs. Moth-mom. Yes, of course, we met at a pottery class."

No! Stupid.

"We were flying kites in the park, and ours got tangled up together—"

Now you sound like you're referencing sappy rom-coms.

You sighed. At least you'd have a while to come up with something convincing.

[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

Continuing Thoughts on WWDITS: Rohan Edition

For @urban-trek-thru-middle-earth

It’s post-war, Grima’s rolled back into town from the Shire. He’s stabbed Saruman, did some light rehab with the Hobbits, and has wandered around and now is back home. Eomer is like, ‘I guess I have to be a Good King and give you a second chance or some shit.’ 

Anyway, meanwhile this film crew has shown up. How and why are irrelevant. Grima is tasked with showing them around and helping them learn the ropes of Edoras, Meduseld and Rohan more broadly. 

Various scenes/plot lines that could happen:

Opens with Eomer having breakfast with Lothiriel and someone is like ‘oh shit oh shit he’s back he’s back’ and Eomer is like, ‘who?’ and they’re like ‘Grima, sire, it’s Grima.’ 

Eomer looks at Lothiriel then the camera crew and is like ‘fuck’ and scoots out of the room. Lothiriel is just confused. 

Grima is given a second chance but is told he’s on thin fucking ice. 

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Grima trying to bribe the camera crew into giving him all the secrets they know about people. Eomer off camera is like: don’t listen to him, he’s full of lies. 

- 

Grima is convinced cellphones are tiny, rectangular palantiri and keep trying to steal them from the camera crew. He amasses like fifteen of them. He is so pleased with himself. 

- 

Saruman’s ghost shows up for a hot minute to cause trouble and take out revenge on the people who beat him. Eomer is like, ‘I think you need to let this go, my dude, it’s been five years since the war ended. You’ve been a ghost for four of them.’ 

Saruman possesses someone at court and it becomes a game of trying to figure out who it is. 

Eomer, a little freaked out, shaking his head at the camera: We have no idea who it is. It could be anyone. No one has any ideas. 

Grima sits down in one of the 1:1 interviews and is like, ‘I know who it is. But I’m going to see how long it takes until Eomer asks me for help. Or figures it out on his own. I’ve made popcorn. This is the exact kind of entertainment I deserve in my life.’ 

- 

At some point there’s some rumblings from another noble family who feel like the House of Eorl have had their time and it is a new dawn so let’s get some new blood on the throne. 

Grima infiltrates the rebellion and figures out how to use the record function on his “tiny black palantir. I’ve named it Hamet”. Eomer is about to have a heart attack because he’s gone and put his neck out a little in welcoming Grima back and now he’s gone and done a Treason 2.0. 

Except he hasn’t. Grima is like, ‘I figured that I just had to reverse my usual thinking. We want to keep the person on the throne where they are.’ 

Story arc can end with Grima to the camera, ‘With all that has happened, I feel like I’ve managed to actually turn a new leaf. And Eomer sort-of, kind-of trusts me. This is the start of new things. Maybe one day I’ll finally be part of a family or...at the very least the tolerated mouse infestation in the back garden. And if not...’ opens a drawer to take out a bottle of wine and there’s just piles of blackmail material and various poisons (a la the mini-bar fridge scene with Guillermo and the stakes and crosses). 

- 

There’d be some fun minor plots about getting ready for various solstices and festivals and people getting up to hijinks as a result of it. 

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People are still convinced Grima is in love with Eowyn because that’s how Narratives Are Supposed to Work. Even Grima is convinced. He’s like ‘Eowyn yeah. great woman. um. very pretty. terrifying. utterly terrifying. i mean, i like scary. scary is hot. her brother’s terrifying too and we’ve all seen him, right? so yeah. um. yeah i guess i have a thing for Eowyn. i tried to tell her to reach for the stars once and she told me my words were poison and i should sit on a knife and rotate. which is flirting, so far as i’m aware. i mean Eomer says stuff like that and we’re uh...friends or something. i mean i like him. more or less. for a given value of “like”...he could step on me. it’d hurt. but in a good way.’ 

Sound Tech Ian is the only one who is like ‘you know you’re just into the brother, right?’

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A WITAN. We would get to see Grima judging the current law-speaker and it would be Glorious. He just nitpicks every decision and anytime the law-speakers makes a pronouncement on a case Grima raises his hand is goes, ‘Just a minor point I wish to raise, but the interpretation of the law of December 3010 as passed by late king Theoden is wrong and what it actually means is...’ 

Eomer looks into the camera, closes his eyes, shakes his head and sighs. 

-

So many moments of Lothiriel looking at the camera and saying “oops” and then awkwardly trying to fix something she accidentally broke or just awkwardly walking away from a conversation. She does finger guns and walks backwards into a pole. ‘I meant to do that’ and keeps going. 

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Eomer decides he wants to go on a date night and hands off Elfwine to Eothain to watch. Eothain dumps the kid on Grima who goes and finds Eomer and Lotheriel and spends the night annoying them thereby effectively making it a family evening on the town. 

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Oh there’d be drama about people’s horses and who has the best horse (we all know Saewin was the best, RIP), and people go to crazy lengths to sabotage each other. But they don’t hurt the horses, just one another.

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One season should have a visit from Aragorn, Arwen, Eowyn, and Boromir (who is alive for Reasons). It’s all pomp and circumstance. There is intrigue and plotting and Grima shit disturbing. Faramir’s left behind in Gondor because someone has to mind the accounts while the king is off on holiday. 

Grima tells Eowyn she could have done better and Eowyn is like, ‘eXcUsE mE’ and Grima is like, ‘I said what I said.’ 

Eowyn, Arwen, and Lothieriel hang out and get rose drunk while shit talking people. Eowyn has a list of Grievances. She’s like ‘At that point, Lord Bosphir died of cancer and as he was a real cunty person no one was sad.’ 

Lothiriel, ‘savage.’ 

Arwen, ‘this is her being nice.’ 

Aragorn insists he and Eomer do a pub crawl to cement their brothership and afterwards Eomer crawls out of whatever haystack he fell into to die the previous night and finds Grima staring at him, deeply unimpressed. And Eomer is all, ‘in my defense, I am not twenty anymore.’ 

‘He’s over ninety.’ 

‘Dunedain, Grima,’ Eomer tries to stand. ‘I think I’m still drunk. But they’re magic.’ 

‘You smell like a piss trough and look worse, my lord.’ Promptly dumps water on him. 

Eowyn and Grima getting into bitch-off sessions about people though--gold. It’s the only time they ever get along. 

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I’ll add more as they come to me. 

[swiftytheblonde]

If you were Taylor and was ready to come out, how would yo do it? (I am a Kaylor, so please don’t get hung up on that, there is some fanfic here. :). All in good fun.

I wouldn’t say shit. I would announce the tour, promo all the interview circuits, finish that….I would open my first concert in 2023 with Are you ready for it? Then roll into Style and have Karlie and Taylor hold hands while walking down the catwalk stage, with Karlie wearing that damn smoking hot black cape from VS 2014. Taylor could wear rose blush. We would hear in the background “Karlie and Taylor in 3 2 1……” before they hit the stage.

The crowd would flip. The Hetlors would enjoy it because their friendship would be rekindled. Then there are us Gaylors. There would be an Absolute ROAR through the crowd. We know what she would be declaring. (Like she has already declared for us anyway.) But I would like to see her GET THE GIRL. That would be the third song. 4th song Sing Call it what you want , Karlie what you want. Sing I want her midnights….Then I would close the show with Get Away Car. Then just live her life with a smile and a wave. Let time go by…….post pictures of Big Sur…..I would have daisies everywhere.. I would ABSOLUTELY drop a million Easter eggs in social media and have a blast with my fans. Gold tattoos, Karlie in a gold dress, drinking beer out of plastic cups. I could do this all night long. Polaroids for days.

Finish the concert. Start holding hands in public, don’t do interviews for awhile…(Just to terrorize everyone.). She owes nobody an explanation. No Oprah, no Ellen. Nobody gets to profit off of her. Just let people speculate. She is a master at Easter eggs and dodging questions. . They will move on. (Oprah and Gayle King have been together forever, they never made an announcement so it ended up being no big deal. They are always at each other’s sides)

Then just live her life with a smile and a wave. Let time go by…….post pictures of Big Sur…..I would have daisies everywhere.. I would ABSOLUTELY drop a million Easter eggs in social media and have a blast with my fans. Gold tattoos, Karlie in a gold dress, drinking beer out of plastic cups. I could do this all night long. Polaroids for days.

Straight people don’t have to come out as straight. She shouldn’t have to make her private life a spectacle. Let’s just not make it a “thing” We need to let her be the first to do it differently and make “coming out” normal. Just don’t give it air.

No interviews - she won’t have to explain everything from the past. The 2 of them can just smile and move on.

The lack of interviews and no backtracking would also allow her to keep her integrity, keep everyone else’s private lives in tact, and her full fan base in place.

I was a big fan and did not pick up on SwiftGron/Kaylor/Gaylor for a long time. I’m a STAN now. But honestly without a lot of press- people can only speculate. If you are a STAN - then iykyk.

It would be the sweetest con. Coming out with no questions answered. It could be the new normal for everyone. It’s nobody’s damn business. And that is how it should be.

And please don’t read this thru the lens of not honoring the gays big moment. This is about her not us. I want her to just let the crowd speculate and have fun with it. Can you imagine how much fun her videos would be going forward and all of the Easter eggs about a wedding.

If Kimmel asked her if it were true, she could look at the camera and blow it a kiss and say “wouldn’t THAT be juicy”. Evade and live her life out and proud.

But mostly have fun with her life. Life is too short whoever she is with I want them to be happy.

I love Blondie! Your turn! This is meant in all fun.

[golbrocklovely]

sorry this took a while to get out. for some reason i just had no energy to finish writing this until now haha

okay, here's my review of episode two of snc's the attachment series

aka "The Haunting of Hill House (CURSED CASTLE)"

so first off, i've read a couple reviews that you lovely ppl have posted on here... and now i feel like i'm gonna be in the minority bc i did actually liked this video lol

i had higher hope for this video strictly bc the last one was so-so at best, and i think it surpassed it. but i definitely understand why some of yall didn't like this video.

the overall vibe of the video felt very... manic? to me. probably not the best word for it, but the energy was off the whole way through. idk if that's a good or bad thing, but something was a bit skewed.

also, again, idk why they go to these places where they can't get a full night to do an investigation. both past video felt very rushed, but this one especially. not to mention, you're trying to do an investigation in a place that has ppl/staff still inside. so how are you gonna use any noise as a sign indicator when there are ppl walking around still?????

the first half of the video (basically anything before the actual investigation): idk what they did differently about the opening for this video, but them explaining the history, exploring the castle, and talking to the medium was so much more interesting than in the previous video.

i think it's hilarious the way snc describe any sort of history. something about the way the two bounce off each other just sounds like two friends having to do a book report but one of them only read half way thru the book and the other read the spark notes so they both don't really know how the story ends. honest to god, if you would tell me that every single video where they do the "history" portion was all made up on the spot (like the history itself, not the speech), i wouldn't be surprised lmao

the castle itself, while very beautiful, was very hard to understand the layout. and it didn't help that snc didn't really explain it all that well either. so when we finally get back to some of these rooms for the investigation, it was hard to understand where they were and what level they were on (and this probably added to the level of the "manic" feeling i was getting throughout the video).

and as for the medium, i actually really liked her. it's a shame she wasn't there the whole time. but i think it was interesting what she said about how we all have abilities and kat especially having something, along with colby. literally like i've been talking about on here lol

tho i would have loved to hear her read colby and not kat, but that's a different story.

her saying that sam has a trickster spirit attached is interesting. i don't know too much about trickster spirits, but it's interesting nonetheless.

while it took them 20 mins again to get into the action, for some reason it felt faster so that's a plus.

my reaction to the rest of the video:

colby's phone randomly playing an xplrclub video... honestly, i don't think it's paranormal. that app is hella weird and i wouldn't be surprised if it would just randomly starting playing a video without even being open

colby continuing to call lady mary "queen mary" is kinda funny

no offense to joel, celina's brother, but like... if you're gonna be holding the camera, trying not to breathe like you just ran up a flight of steps. i noticed it in the last video too, but for some reason it was more noticeable in this one.

this is also a note to snc: get an extra mic to use and not just the one you connect to your camera !!

i expect nothing less from the group to get freaked out over a floor board settling... but again every time it happens, i have to roll my eyes.

random things that colby said during the video that were just hilarious:

"he had a hot wife... i think?"

"aren't quarantines those little oranges? *long pause* or a CLEMENTINE"

omg colby never change.

i also love no one paid attention to him saying that. everyone is just so used to his strange-ness lol

the mirror portions... idk why any of that was kept tbh. this is the type of shit you do at sleepovers when you're 12. they only have a couple hours to do an investigation and they are wasting time looking at themselves in a mirror. that unfollow button is looking mighty fine rn lmao jk

while i don't mind celina and kat exploring their possible psychic abilities, i don't think this was the video to try and showcase it in. like yeah, maybe use them to ask how the room feels to them, but to use their untrained and extremely newbie senses as if they are actual mediums is a bit much. again, i don't mind them exploring their abilities, but don't rely on them the whole way thru. fun fact, you can also use YOUR OWN :O

i love that they use the spirit box that just pops up words, but honest to god, i wish they would stop talking over each other trying to figure out or connect every word. it's so annoying. like let the box speak and then connect afterwards. sam has such a tendency to jump at every word and he's already trying to connect them, when i'm still trying to figure out what was said in the first place.

having a major reaction to every piece of evidence you get also FEEDS the spirits your energy, both good and bad. i implore them to try to relax, even a little bit, for the sake of their own protection.

celina and kat were very connected in this video. it's strange how many times they both would say something at the same time or being feeling the exact same way.

colby kissing the henry wax figure SENT me lmao

in sir henry's office: ...it was fine. nothing too weird. the flash light and the music box was cool. again, i just wish they would calm down and stop speaking over each other and just SLOWLY figure out who they may be talking to, instead of trying to jump down each other's throats saying who they think they are communicating with.

maid room: first off, why was the room extremely orange?? secondly, why didn't they use their thermo gun? it would have made sense to since kat was saying her legs were really cold. you could have at least got a base temp of the room and then if her legs were abnormally cold, then that could be more evidence.

so all the evidence they were getting in this room was really cool, and clearly they had a very active spirit there that wanted to communicate. that's great! i also find it interesting every time a flashlight went off, it was the one closest to whoever was speaking. like sam spoke, the one next to him lit up, colby spoke, the one next to him lit up. this spirit was very active, smart, and well aware of what was happening. that's great honestly.

what snc should have done afterwards is see if there ever was a jackie that worked at the castle. there's probably records of that and that would have been more evidence.

now the prayer part.... while i love the boys for trying to help the spirit, i don't think that prayer technically helped the spirit. clearly it was still in the room with them even after they did it. maybe the spirit felt some happiness from it, and that's fine. but i don't think that prayer actually helped it crossover. snc and the rest are not mediums, they can only do so much. it would have been better if they would have had someone there that could help the spirit crossover instead of them just saying the lord's prayer and thinking that's enough. idk. that whole part was just so... awkward to me.

i love the second they gotta do a prayer, christian colby comes out lol

the stables: while i genuinely love that they do the estes method a lot now, bc i think it's one of their more interesting pieces of equipment/ways to get evidence, they HAVE to find a way to show us what is being said. if elton can do it, so can you guys.

that being said, props to kat. idk why but i have a feeling that the estes method is scary. so good on her for doing it the first time. that being said, idk what it was but everyone talking over each other and not letting kat just say what was being said, or them trying to connect every word together was so annoying. i think snc (and co) have to realize that some spirits aren't "intelligent" aka they aren't aware of where they are or that they're dead. some are trapped repeating the same thing over and over again, and some are just energy bursts of moments in time (so in a sense they aren't even there). so they could be "talking" (or more like listening) to something that isn't there with them, that isn't answering their questions and is just going thru the motions. it's like having someone on the phone in front of you and thinking they're talking to you, but in reality they are talking to the other person on the phone.

what i'm trying to say is NOT EVERYTHING IS CONNECTED TO EACH OTHER. so, stop trying to make it all make sense in the moment.

so celina's ability is very interesting. definitely reads of someone who is clairvoyant, which is fascinating. the experiences i have had, i don't get flashes of images, so seeing someone who does is really cool. that being said, all the devices going off and then her brother's necklace breaking... that was kinda creepy, ngl. but personally, it wouldn't make sense for the necklace to break in the sense that an (assumingly) dark spirit would be like "fuck your necklace bitch" and break it off. that type of energy you FEEL. so i think it might have just been happenstance that it broke randomly. not to mention he did say "i was touching it when we were praying" so maybe it just randomly came undone??? the timing couldn't have been more perfect.

slightly embarrassing thing to mention but colby yelling at the spirits that they can't follow them... was kinda hot lmao

OVERALL: i think this video was pretty decent. again, i know i was in the minority comparatively to some of yall, but that's okay haha. i definitely plan to make a list of things i want the boys to incorporate or improve on in their coming videos (after season one obviously). i'll probably post that later at some point. i would rate this video like a 2.8/5. i was gonna rate it a 3, but that felt too high, and i rated the last one a 2.5/5 so... compromise lol

[sgtbradfords]

Love your writing. It is keeping me sane during these tough times.

Here is a prompt for you.

“You love me right”

Thanks a bunch-

My muse really appreciates you for this prompt anon, so thank you and enjoy!! :)

Tim Bradford’s night had started out like most others, the nightlife of the city coming to life as the sun set. The Mid-Wilshire division of the LAPD, like countless other departments has its fair share of regulars that would be brought in often. And as the Sergeant of the nightshift, he knew most of them by name.

“Good evening Carmella.” He said to the woman that was standing scantily clad at the counter, waiting to be booked.

The woman smirked. “Sergeant Bradford. Don’t you ever take a day off?”

Tim rolled his eyes. “What’d you do this time?”

“Some asshat refused to pay so, I gave him the special and the man had the nerve to call the cops on me!”

“So, assault and battery?”

“He had it coming! He was too handsy anyways.”

Tim turned his body, talking to the officer at the counter. “Make sure you get Alex down here to search her.” He instructed before his eyes glanced over the three holding cells, noticing the familiar figure sleeping on the bench. “Is that Rambling Randy?”

The officer nodded. “Yeah, they picked him up off Cornerstone about an hour ago.”

“Damn, I thought he would stay sober this time.”

“Today’s the anniversary.”

Tim nodded in understanding. “Get him sober and cut him loose. I’m laying off the paperwork for a few, heading out on the beat. Be back in an hour.”

He left holding, making his way to pick up a war bag and the camera for his vest, attaching it to its clip before grabbing a keyring off one of the small hooks on the wall, making his way out the side door that connected to the garage that held the shops.

Tim had been driving the streets, stopping at a drive-thru to grab a late-night snack, the traffic on the radio strangely quiet for a Saturday night but he was not one to question the rare night that the gods above had gifted them, and never one to stir the proverbial black kettle that held what could be brewing.

He kept the FM radio in the shop low, his thumb tapping the steering wheel to the low beat of a song he had not heard in years, as he kept a look out of his surroundings for anything that might warrant being investigated. Finding nothing out of the ordinary, he found himself sitting behind a car at a red light, his left hand on the wheel as the fingers of his right hand punched in the tag of the car in front of him, running the metal plate through the system.

“Stolen.” He muttered under his breath as the hit came back, his right hand reached forward, grabbing the mic off the dash. “7-Adam-19 to dispatch, show me out, 10851 with a red in color Nissan Altima at the corner of Reef and Franklin, license plate number 8-Bravo-Lima-5-8-Victor-1. Requesting backup at my 20.”

‘Dispatch show 07 attached to 19’s traffic, be there in two.’ came Nyla Harper’s voice over his radio.

Tim flipped the switch on the center console, lighting the car up as the red light switched to green. The car staying motionless, the driver’s foot still on the break as Tim hit the button for one of the squall sirens.

He let out a heavy sigh, rolling his eyes as he threw the shop into park, opening the door to step out of the car to tell the driver to move the car to a safer location, his right hand immediately settling on his gun. He never got the door of the shop closed when the driver of the car stepped out. Tim flung his body back behind the reenforced door, drawing his gun, positioning it in the opening between the door and the body of the car. “Driver! Return to your vehicle.”

Tim could see the person brandishing the weapon in his hand, raising the gun before Tim had the chance to control the situation. The rapid succession of nine shots echoed off the surrounding brick and block buildings as Tim returned fire, bullets ejecting to his right, empty brass hitting the pavement as he fired continuous rounds, the driver retreating to their car.

He wanted to pursue, but as he made the move to climb into the shop intense pain overtook him as he gritted his teeth, his body falling in slow motion as he harshly hit the asphalt below, the sound of a car door slamming and tires squealing ahead reverberated in his skull as nonstop pain began coursing through his body over the adrenaline and shock. Tim could feel the pain blossoming from different parts of his upper body as he held a shaking left hand to the pit of his right arm, applying pressure, blood spewing from his mouth, trailing down his chin as he felt the strong urge to cough. He held his hand to his side as he forced himself to pull his body towards the back tire of the shop, groaning at the movement. He let go of wound, bloody fingers reaching for the handheld on his waist, his finger slipping as he pressed the button on the side.

“19. Shots fired. Officer down.” He said into the radio, gasping for air as he let it fall out of his hand. He ran his hand over his forehead, his fingers feeling something slick, as his heart began beating as though it was about to burst through his chest, bringing his fingers to the front of his face, focusing his eyes on the dark red liquid. He began mumbling to himself, the taste of copper slicking his lips. He knew he needed to keep pressure on at least one of the wounds, opting for the more severe of the two wounds he knew of, moving his left hand back to his right side, the distant sounds of fast paced voices coming from the handheld swirled in his head making him dizzy.

“Bradford!” he heard a voice yell as someone shook his shoulders, slapping his face before intense pressure on his right side made him cry out in pain.  “He’s lost a lot of blood, in and out of consciousness.”

“Where’s the damn ambulance! Come on Tim, stay with me!”

Tim groaned as the pain and blood loss became too much, his mind slipping into unconsciousness.

Lucy Chen had called it an early evening after having what was a rough day. The calls were endless and the people problematic. When she walked through her apartment door at twenty minutes after six that evening, she had already ordered takeout, not in the mood to fix the tacos she had planned. She poured herself a large glass of red wine before the food was delivered and ate the meal in peace, all the while watching trashy yet entertaining reality television.

Once finished with her takeout, she placed the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, locked up the apartment and padded to her bathroom, throwing in a bath bomb and bubble bath into the tub, filling the bathtub with hot water, willing herself to relax and let go as she soaked. When the water began turning cold and her fingers welted into prunes, she pulled the plug, letting the water out as she stepped out and dried off, going about her nightly routine.

Lucy threw the covers back before climbing into bed, laying her head down on her pillow, throwing the thin covering and weighted blanket over her body as she settled in for night. She checked her phone once more, sending off a few text messages before she placed the charging phone back onto the nightstand. She fluffed and adjusted her pillows one more time, before she closed her eyes and got comfortable.

She jolted awake, feeling like she had just fallen asleep as she looked for what woke her. The constant buzzing of her phone on the nightstand making her groan as the noise stopped before it started vibrating again. Her heart raced as she fumbled for the phone, not looking at the caller as she threw back the covers.

“Chen.” She sleepily answered.

Jackson West hesitated before speaking from the other end. “Lucy…”

“What happened?” she asked as she stood, holding the phone between her ear and shoulder as she reached for the pants at the foot of the bed.

“It’s Bradford.” He said before clearing his throat. “He’s been shot.”

Lucy stopped in her tracks, her pants pulled up around her knees, her phone slipping from its hold, falling to the plush carpet as her heart stopped in her chest.

She couldn’t have heard him right. Her hand shook as she bent over, picking up the device.

“Lucy! Lucy, are you there?”

“Jackson?”

“Lucy, I’m on my way to pick you up.”

Lucy felt her bottom lip tremble. “How bad?” she whispered, quickly continuing her mission of getting dressed with shaky hands.

The other end of the phone was silent as Jackson thought of what to tell her. He had been on scene, only as they were loading him into the back of an ambulance.

“It’s not looking good.” He decided on the truth as he pulled his shop into the parking lot for their apartment.

“Fuck.” Cursed Lucy as she hung up the phone, sliding the device into her pants pocket. She tried to hold back her emotions, her body trembling at the overwhelming need to cry, as sobs began wracking her body. She never heard Jackson enter the apartment, his voice echoing off the walls as he quickly ran to his roommate’s room.

“Lucy. Lucy come on, we’ll head to the hospital.” He said as he walked over to the bed. Lucy got to her feet, wiping the tears away with the back of her hand before she moved to the corner of the room, grabbing a pair of slip-ons, sliding them onto her feet.

The two quickly made their way back outside, jumping back into Jackson’s waiting shop.

“What happened?” she asked sniffling as she chastised herself, ‘You’ve had your sob fest Lucy now it’s time to suck it up.’

Jackson steered the car out of the lot, flipping the switch for the lights. ‘Rules and regulations be damned.’ He thought as he cautiously went through a red light, checking both ways as he proceeded through.

“He ran a plate at a stop light and it came back stolen, requested back-up, Nyla checked in but was two minutes out. Next thing we know he was screaming over the radio that shots had been fired and he was down.”

“And the person that shot him?”

“Ran. I’m sorry Lucy, they’ve put out a BOLO and everything.” He said as he flipped the top of his laptop up, punching in his login.

Lucy turned the console towards her, scrolling through the list of active calls, finding the script of the BOLO being broadcasted throughout Los Angeles and the surrounding counties. She read it over, taking in all the details that she could as Jackson got them to the hospital.

“He’s going to be ok Lucy.”

She did not know why Jackson was trying to convince herself of that. They were just friends, close friends, her former training officer, but nothing more. Though, it was Tim, the most strong-willed person she knew. Lucy kept her thoughts to herself, knowing if she opened her mouth, something she didn’t want to admit may force its way out and that was something she could not handle at the time.

Instead, she looked out the windshield, watching as everything outside passed by in a blur before she found the car being turned into the ambulance bay of the hospital, Lucy opening her door before Jackson had the chance to put the shop into park. She ran through the automatic doors, straight to the admittance desk.

“Sergeant Tim Bradford, he was brought in with multiple GSWs.”

The nurse behind the desk briefly glanced at Lucy before returning to the chart in her hand.

“You’ll have to wait in the waiting room Miss.”

Lucy’s mouth opened in disbelief before coming up with a lie on the spot as Jackson joined her side. “He’s my former partner and fiancée, please.”

The woman looked at her with sympathy as she stood up from the desk, walking out from behind. “Ms.?”

“Chen. Lucy Chen.”

“Ms. Chen, you can wait in the surgical waiting room on the third floor, but I cannot let you see him, they’ve already got him prepped and being moved.”

“He’s being taken to surgery?”

“Yes. If you will give me just a second, I can contact Dr. Follari and let his scrub nurse know that you’re here, hopefully one of them can tell you more about his injuries before they begin.”

Lucy nodded in appreciation. “Thank you.”

“Why don’t you two round up the others and head on up there, I will make sure they know you’re here.” She said as she picked up the phone on the desk.

Lucy made her way to the elevators down the hall as Jackson rounded up Nyla and the other officers who escorted the ambulance in.

The officer made it to the waiting area, pacing a trail in front of the secure wooden doors that led to the operating rooms, her pacing coming to a halt as the doors opened.

“Ms. Chen? I’m Tiffany Higdon, Dr. Follari’s scrub nurse. Would you care to sit?” the woman dressed in green scrubs, a mask hanging from around her neck and a light blue surgical cap covering her head asked, extending a hand towards the row of empty chairs.

“I don’t think I can sit right now.”

“Understandable. I will try to come out and give updates when I can, but Sergeant Bradford is facing a very long couple of hours.”

“What are his injuries?”

“He was shot three times. His vest caught one of the bullets, X-ray showed two cracked ribs on his lower right side. Another one grazed the side of his head, luckily, he just needed stitches for that one. But the one of most concern missed his vest, striking him in the upper right quadrant, just below his armpit. While treating him in the field they found that the bullet had stuck his lung, causing it to collapse, they inserted a chest tube before stabilizing him for transport. But when he went through the CAT scan, we found it also hit is spleen and a small part of his intestines.”

“Ok.” Lucy whispered. “And his chances?”

“Are promising. Dr. Follari is doing everything he can for your fiancée Ms. Chen.”

“How long they expecting the surgery to take?” Nyla asked from Lucy’s left side, Lucy giving the senior officer an appreciate nod.

“Three to four hours, give or take. Once he is stable and sewed up, we will move him to the ICU for a few days to monitor his healing and if he shows improvement then we will move him to a normal room.”

“How long till he’s back in the field? He’ll be wanting up and out as soon as he wakes up.”

“That all depends on him and Dr. Follari. I’ve seen patients recover from these injuries in four months or take three times as long. I’m no doctor but if he is that dedicated, I would say Sergeant Bradford could return to desk duty in fourteen to sixteen weeks. Now, I really must get back unless you have any other questions?” informed the scrub nurse.

“Not right now, no.”

“I’ll try to come back and give you an update when were halfway through and Dr. Follari always keeps his patients families update after the surgery and moving forward. If anyone was to work on my husband, I would want him.”

Lucy nodded her head as the nurse scanned her card for re-entry. Taking in a shaky breath before turning around to face her brothers and sisters in blue.

“Chen!” Yelled Angela Lopez as she stepped off the elevator, pushing past the others in the hall. “I got here as soon as I heard. Tim, is he ok?”

Lucy stared ahead, “No.”

Angela’s tear-filled eyes grew wide. “He’s not de-“

“No.” she said quietly. “He’s- he’s in surgery. It’s not- it doesn’t-“

“How’d you find this out? Normally they only talk to family.”

Lucy laughed somberly as she shrugged. “I lied and told them I was his fiancée. I mean we are his family, the only family he’s got.”

“He’ll be fine. He is Tim Bradford after all.” Nyla told the small group in confidence. “Come on West, we’re still on duty and someone out there has to track down the son of a bitch.”

Angela, Nyla and Jackson exchanged a look before the two still on duty made their way to the elevator. Lucy fell back into one of the vinyl navy chairs that sat around the room.

“How bad is it Lucy?” Angela asked, taking a seat next to her friend.

“He took three hits. One caught his vest, another grazed his head and the last… they said it hit his lung, among other things.”

“Damn.”

“Recovery is a minimum of four months which he is going to love.” She said, rolling her eyes.

The two sat in the uncomfortable chairs, Lucy asking about Angela’s baby, both the women talking about things happening in the department when Captain Wade Grey stepped off the elevator in his plain clothes, walking into the waiting room. Both women stood up as the commanding officer spoke.

“Has anyone spoken to the doctor?”

“No sir, the scrub nurse came right after they took him back.”

“What are his injuries?”

Lucy relayed to him the extent of her former training officers’ injuries and likely recover time, the Captain cursing under his breath.

“Bradford managed to fire off twelve rounds, based on the casings found by his shop. Unclear, if he hit the person but no one has showed up at any of the hospitals. Detectives have taken the dash cam footage and were on their way here to get his body camera.”

“Good. That’s good right?”

“It would be if the car wasn’t reported stolen and they weren’t in gang territory. Odds are the car’s been ditched somewhere or at a chop shop and the shooter will remain at large.”

“But it might not be gang related.”

Angela spoke up. “Once we review the footage from both cameras, then we can get a better idea of who and build a portfolio for another BOLO.”

They sat in silence, time passing as the occasional call over the intercom and noise from down the hall made its way to where they sat. Angela had just stood, asking if anyone wanted something to drink when the ringing of Captain Grey’s phone echoed through the room.

“Grey. Understood, I’m on my way.” He said into his phone, standing. “That was Detective Hall, there’s been a GSW matching the description of our shooter show up at Shaw Memorial. It may be nothing.”

Lucy’s pulse quickened. “Or it could be something.”

Wade nodded. “I’m going to go check in to it. Detective Lopez, keep me updated?”

“Yes sir.”

Six hours later Tim was stitched and sewed, laying on a hospital bed in the intensive care unit. Lucy had left the room to grab something to eat and drink from the store in the cafeteria, leaving Angela to sit at his bedside.

“You better be ok Bradford.” She said, talking to the unconscious man. “If not for me, then for her.”

Angela took in the things she could see, the bandage on the side of his head, covering his new scar, his hair cut to military precision. The paleness of his skin and dark bags under his eyes, contrasting each other. The machinery causing various noises, the heart monitor consistently beeping, showing signs of life, the ventilator running oxygen from the machine to his lungs via the tube secured to his face.

“You’ve never been hurt this bad and it scares the shit out of me. But you’re Tim and you will get through this.”

Angela sat at his bedside, talking about the most random of things, when an alarm went off, the Detective noticing the heartrate on the monitor spiking. Two nurses came running into the room as she jumped to her feet, moving out of the way.

“Tim? Bradford, can you hear me?”

Tim could hear a familiar voice speak through the thick fog he had in his head, the voice he knew to be so calm was anything but as it sounded miles away. He so desperately wanted to speak but before he could try, he felt himself unable to fight to stay awake as he was pulled back under.

Angela felt hopeless as she stood back against the wall, watching the two nurses that had rushed in as they adjusted the pump attached to the IV pole and checked his vitals.

“He’s showing signs of coming around, but Dr. Follari wants to leave him on life support for the rest of the day to give his lungs more time to adjust. We will continue to keep him sedated but we should be able to take him off the machine tomorrow.”

“And being on life support, he’s ok?”

The nurse smiled. “He is, his vitals are fine, the machine is just taking some stress off his body.”

Angela nodded as Lucy walked back in holding two coffees, immediately noticing the two nurses. “Everything ok?”

“Yeah, they were just checking his vitals.”

Lucy gave her a dubious look as she handed over one of the coffees but said nothing as she sat down in the window, watching the glow of the city below as the night began to turn to day.

They took turns, making sure someone was always there, whether it was sitting by his bed filling out reports, feeding a baby, scrolling through social media, or playing cards, the shifts would alternate between the close group of friends. Jackson and Nyla both came in after shift the morning after. Jackson dragging a struggling Lucy away for a few hours of sleep at their apartment as Nyla pushed Angela out the door to go check on her baby. Angela came back later that afternoon, a baby in tow until John relieved her that evening. Jackson bringing back a partially refreshed Lucy, releasing John to go on shift, as the two roommates stayed the night.

The next morning Dr. Follari came by for his morning rounds, checking on who he liked to call his ‘most stubborn patient’, the good doctor having checked in on them several times day over the past forty-eight hours.

“I think he’s ready to come off life support.” He said as he pulled his stethoscope away and checked the bandage on his side. “We’ve gradually been decreasing the sedative and he’s responding well.”

Lucy smiled as they removed the tube from down his throat, moving his bed from the reclined position he had been in to more of an incline position, sitting him up.

“It will be a few hours before he comes around, even then it will likely be short-term as his body begins to readjust from being under for so long. In the meantime, we will move him out of the ICU and to another room.”

Lucy quickly sent out a message on the group text as the Doctor walked out of the room, keeping the ones not present aware of the good news. The group of officers unanimously making the decision to gather tonight, even if it was only for a few minutes as to not overwhelm their friend.

Tim did come around for a minute, enough to inconspicuously take in his surroundings before deciding it was safe, falling back asleep.

The rest of the day moved by at a snail’s pace, two orderly’s moving Tim down a floor, to a new room as Lucy and Jackson quickly gathered all the odds and ends in Tim’s old room, transferring the belongings that had made their way into the hospital.

“Rummy on the board!” Lucy yelled, gloating as John pouted. She pulled the card out of the discard pile, placing it with her matches. “Looks like you might need to get a pair of focals old man. Don’t worry my dad has to wear them too.”

“That’s not fair Lucy. You can’t call rummy when I haven’t laid down a card!”

“Life’s not fair Nolan.” Nyla said from her spot in the window, where she sat scrolling through her phone.

“You’re just taking her side because she paid for lunch.” Pointed out John.

“Touché.”

Lucy’s mouth fell open in shock. “See if I buy you two lunch again.”

They both shrugged as Angela and Wesley walked through the door, one carrying grocery bags of takeout, the other a baby carrier, Jackson following close behind.

“What’d we miss?” Angela asked, setting the carrier down onto the bed, careful not to hit Tim’s leg.

“About ten hands of Rummy. Did you bring food?”

“In the bag. Who won?”

“Chen beat Nolan seven out of ten, though she cheated, she always does.” A scratchy voice spoke from the bed. “Oh, and Harper is a sore loser.”

“Am not!” she defended.

Tim cracked an eye open. “You quit after three hands.”

Nyla glared before breaking out into a grin.

“So, who died?” he asked, opening both eyes, looking around the room. Everyone around the room let out a chuckle at his attempt at humor in the situation, Wesley handing him a cup of water which he greedily took, taking sips of the cold liquid. “No seriously, someone fill me in here cause everything up here,” he said grimacing as he attempted to lift his right arm, failing to do so. “up there, is a little foggy.”

“What do you remember?” Angela asked, removing the sleeping infant from their carrier, placing the child on her shoulder as Jackson began digging into the takeout bags of food, divvying everyone their order.

Tim closed his eyes, trying to push away the fog that still lingered. “Traffic stop. Suspect wasn’t moving the car out of the road after I lit them up so, I got out to see what the holdup was.” He recalled, before opening his eyes. “It all happened fast.”

“Don’t try to remember right now, you’ve got time. Hall will be by in the morning to take your statement.”

“Have they at least caught the guy?”

Angela smiled. “They did, this morning. Someone almost hit him with the shop.”

The group turned, looking at Nyla who shrugged. “He was running away and well, driving is faster.”

“Thanks Harper.” He nodded, a bad move he realized, grimacing once again, this time at the uncomfortable twinge of skin coming from above his right ear. “So, how bad did they slice and dice me?”

“Three hits.” Lucy softly spoke from the side of the bed. “Vest took one, gave you some cracked ribs. Head took a graze, you have sixteen stiches above your right ear and a new haircut. The worst missed your vest, hitting your lung and spleen.”

Tim’s face dropped. “Damn.”

“You scared the shit out us Bradford.”

“Yeah well, being shot isn’t all shits and giggles.”

The group ate, bringing Tim up to speed on the things he had missed as a nurse came in to check on him, glad to find him alert and oriented before she left to notify Dr. Follari.

The group slowly filed out, one by one, making sure Tim knew they would be back by tomorrow. Nyla leaving to pick up Lila, Jackson leaving to meet Sterling, and John leaving due to an early shift the next day, leaving Wesley, Angela, and Lucy in the room as Tim found himself cuddling his favorite and only godchild in his good arm. But soon the infant started becoming restless, being thrown off their routine, the family knew it was time to leave.

“So, boot,” he sighed, embracing the silence of the room as he closed his eyes. “what’d I miss?”

Lucy stared at the man in front of her as she took in a deep breath. “I thought I almost lost you.” Lucy quietly confessed, her hand reaching for his that was laying on the bed before she found herself jumping at the loud knock on the wooden door before it opened once again.

“I hear that my most popular patient is awake.” Dr. Follari said with a smile as he walked into the room, rubbing his hands together, spreading the foam hand sanitizer from the hall.

“Doctor Frankenstein I assume?”

The doctor let out a laugh as he walked over to his bedside. “Not quite, I’m Doctor Follari. How are we feeling Mr. Bradford?”

Tim sighed, taking in as deep a breath that he could. “As good as new I guess.”

“Now, Sergeant Bradford tell me the truth and nothing but the truth.”

“Ha.” Tim glared. “Fine. Everything from the chest up hurts some parts more than others.”

“We’ve been managing your morphine for you, but you will find a switch on the rail that will allow you a certain amount of medicine every couple of hours, hit the button and it will release a dosage to help with the pain.”

“I won’t need it.” He said exasperatedly as Lucy glared at her former training officer. “Often.”

“You will be in control of your pain management, but based on everything you’re telling me, you would be better off using it, at least for the next day or so. Your body has just been through a traumatic experience, it needs to heal and for that to happen you need to rest. Tell me Tim, have you ever had a major surgery like what you just had?”

“Yes.”

“Really?” the doctor said curiously. “It wasn’t in your file.”

“Afghanistan.”

The doctor nodded. “I see. Then, you understand what the coming months will look like.”

“Unfortunately.” He grumbled. “How long will I be out of work?”

“If your recuperation goes well, I will say four and a half months, minimum. And that’s only for desk duty, not field work.”

“And how long will I have to be here?”

“At least two more days, you are running a low-grade fever, so I do not want to take the chances of an infection. Speaking of, I am going to put a limit on how many people can stop by until tomorrow afternoon. Your fiancée is more than welcome to stay but please let the others know that you are not allowed visitors until further notice. Now, let’s check out my handiwork.”

Tim gave Dr. Follari a confused look before glancing at Lucy who had the look of ‘just go with it’ on her face. “Right.” He drew out the word. “How long till I can call my plastic surgeon?”

Lucy rolled her eyes as the Doctor laughed as he moved back Tim’s gown. “Unfortunately, this is not Hollywood.”

Lucy stood to her feet blushing. “I’ll umm… I’ll be back.” She said, walking out of the room.

Twenty minutes later, she walked back in finding Tim attempting to get out of the bed, his legs hanging off as he fumbled with the remote for the TV across the room, flipping through the stations.

“And just what are you doing?” she asked, rushing over.

“I need to get up, there’s things to do, honey.”

“Oh, don’t you honey me babe. Get back in the bed Tim.”

“I knew you always wanted to get me into bed boot.” He challenged.

Lucy blushed as she glared at him. “Not only are you a fall risk, but you also just had major surgery. And, you almost fucking died. So yes, Tim Bradford, you’re going to get your legs back in that bed and you are going to rest, at least for tonight.”

“You make it sound like I’m old Luce.” He joked as he gingerly brought his legs back up, Lucy covering them up. “Look, they gave me socks.” He said, wiggling his toes.

“Did you max out your pain meds?”

“Maybe.” He said wiggling his eyebrows.

Lucy rolled her eyes “You’re cute.”

Tim glared as Lucy pulled out her phone, sending Dr. Follari’s update to the group chat. “I am not cute. If that’s Angela, tell her to bring me some clothes. And Chen?”

Lucy looked up briefly. “Yeah?”

“I’m sorry for scaring you.” He whispered.

Lucy lifted her head quickly, placing her phone on the table. “It’s ok. Payback, right?”

“No, it’s not ok.” He told her. “You love me, right?”

Lucy looked away, biting her lip. Maybe Tim on pain medication was more of a curse than a blessing.

“Lucy?”

Lucy cleared her throat before turning her head back towards him, staring him in the eyes as she talked. “Probably more than I should.”

Tim gave her a droopy smile, extending his right hand as far as his pain would allow. “Good. Then no more stupid shit on the job, for either of us.”

Lucy took his hand, giving him a reassuring squeeze. “It’s what we signed up for. But you were not the one to pull the trigger on yourself Tim, none of this is your fault. We can talk about this in the morning.”

“It is, I should have stayed in the shop and told him to move his ass with the PA.”

Lucy, sensing that he was not about to let this go, strung him along. “Fine. Then by the way you look at things, Caleb taking me was my fault.”

Tim’s tired eyes grew wide. “No! What he did-“

“It was my fault that I wasn’t paying attention to my drink. It was my fault I let myself be drugged.”

“Lucy, that’s not what I’m-“

“No Tim, it is. You sitting here blaming yourself for something you cannot control, is no different than me blaming myself for being drugged and buried by that sociopath.”

Tim stared ahead at the wall in front of him, time passing as he thought about what she was saying. “You’re right. I need to blame him. But, I have to blame myself.”

“I know.” She whispered, running a thumb over his knuckles. “It’s easier that way.”

Tim turned his head. “Can you come around the bed?”

Lucy looked at his quizzically, letting go of his hand as she stood, walking around the bed.

“Sit down, kick off your shoes.” He told her softly. Lucy noticed he had moved over, closer to the right side of the bed, realizing what he was wanting her to do. She moved towards the door, flipping the switch on the wall as the room grew darker than before, save for the light above the bed. She crossed back to the bed, taking a seat on the edge, toeing off her shoes before she laid down on the bed beside him.

“You can’t be comfortable.” She said as she took his left hand, holding it with her right as she carefully moved, cuddling into his side.

“I’m fine Luce.” He told her, his eyes feeling heavy as the hours he had been awake caught up with him. He moved his head down, pain be damned as he placed a lingering kiss to the top of her head. “A little hungry if I’m being honest but I can’t eat until in the morning.”

“Ok.” She whispered. “You’d tell me if you weren’t, right? Just push me out if the bed if it-“

“Get some sleep boot.” He mumbled, smiling as he closed his eyes, sleep coming easily.

Nurses coming in and out through the night woke Lucy up, unable to turn off the ‘always watch your surroundings’ part of her training as Tim stayed asleep, the large dose of pain meds keeping him asleep. Though she woke often, she never strayed from his side.

“Morning.” He mumbled, opening his eyes. “What time is it?”

Lucy, who he noticed had changed clothes, was back in the chair beside the bed. “A few past eight.” She told him standing, putting the book in her hand onto the table as she moved to the windowsill.

“Is that a word search book Chen? And you call Nolan old.” Teased Tim.

Lucy turned around, raising the bag now in her hand. “I could keep this bag of clothes over here and not give them to you.”

“Angela brought me clothes?” He asked, his face lighting up.

“I met her downstairs on her way in an hour ago.” She told him, bringing the bag over to the bed so he could choose what to wear. “Let me go get a nurse.”

“I don’t need a nurse. I think I can change clothes by myself.”

Lucy looked away blushing. “You have a catheter.”

“Oh.” He said, realizing he had forgotten that particular detail. “Yeah umm, can you go get a nurse please?”

Lucy nodded, leaving the room, a nurse coming in a few minutes after. She removed the catheter, before helping him change into the more comfortable clothing Angela had brought, careful as they worked around his injuries and the tubes still in his arm.

Ten minutes later, Lucy opened the door, a tray in hand.

“I brought you food.” She said, sitting the tray down onto the rolling table, pushing over the bed.

“This does not look like food.” He complained, observing the variety laid out in front of him.

“The nurse said you’re on a clear liquid diet which means you can have all the broth, jello, popsicles and Gatorade you want.”

“What I want is a steak from that place on 5th.”

“Too bad. Now drink, the detectives will be here soon.”

Tim flashed her a sarcastic smile. “Thanks babe.”

Lucy glared, picking up her book of words, opening it up to where she left off.

“You’re going to have to tell me what that was all about by the way.”

Lucy shrugged. “They wouldn’t let me back so I found a way.”

“And that meant pretending we’re engaged?”

“Like I said, found a way. You complaining?”

Tim softly smiled, shaking his head as he shoved bite of jello in his mouth.

“Did they give someone my belongings?”

Lucy looked up, running the back end of the pen over her lip. “They cut your uniform off of you and your duty belt was secured and returned with your body cam to the detectives. The rest I put in your duffle a few minutes ago, your phone is on my charger.” She said, reaching onto the bedside table, handing him his phone.

Tim took the device, scrolling through the mass of messages and notifications. “When did you take this?” he asked, gesturing to the picture he had enlarged on his phone, the image coming from the group chat.

“Last night, you were completely out of it.” She snickered.

“Damn it Chen, please tell me this was sent to no one else.”

“Why? Don’t want anyone to know big bad Bradford has a soft side?”

“Lucy… Please?”

“Don’t worry Tim. It’s for our friends’ eyes only. Besides, my personal favorite is still on my phone.” She told him with a wink.

Tim’s face dropped. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Lucy winked. “Maybe I’ll show you one day.”

Tim was about to interrogate her when a knock sounded on the door, Detectives Hall and Preese walking in.

“Hello boys.”

“Sergeant Bradford.” Detective Grayson Hall said, glancing at the other occupant of the room. “Officer Chen? We didn’t realize you had company.”

“Long story.” Tim said brushing the statement off, using his good arm to sit up better in the bed. “So, where shall we start?”

The next two hours were spent with Tim recounting the night from two days ago, answering their questions and asking some of his own as Lucy worked on a few puzzles until boredom set in, deciding to play on her phone for a while before making her way around the hospital, stretching her legs.

When she reentered the room, the two detectives had left and Tim was laying back, his head against the bed as his eyes were closed, a movie playing on the TV in the corner.

“Hey.”

Tim opened his eyes, letting out a sigh. “Hey.”

“They get everything they needed.”

“Hope so.” He told her turning his head. “You missed it, I tried walking to the bathroom.”

Lucy raised an eyebrow. “I bet that was an experience.”

“It was. Fairly sure my insides were about to fall out. What’s in the cup?”

Lucy handed over the cup she had snuck in. “I had Jackson swing by on his lunch break, he brought me some lunch and you, a frosty.”

“Thanks.”

Lucy smiled at him before her grin dropped as she looked at the vitals on the monitor next to the bed. “Your temperatures went up a little.”

“What can I say boot, I’m hot.” He told her with a smirk, shoveling in a spoonful of ice cream.

“You might be getting an infection.”

Tim rolled his eyes. “Don’t worry Chen, according to nurse Madison, they’ve put me on a stronger antibiotic.”

“You know, I think you’re an even bigger pain in my ass than before.”

Tim waved a hand, taking another bite of ice cream. “After two years you should be used to it by now.”

Lucy laughed, noticing as he drummed his fingers on the cup. “You up for a walk?”

“Not really.”

“You need to walk Tim, surely nurse Madison told you about throwing blood clots.”

“We’ll have to take it slow.” He told her after a moment, placing his cup down, throwing the covers off his legs. “I feel like everything inside has been rearranged.”

“You had a major surgery; they probably did move somethings around.”

Lucy walked to his side, standing in front of him, both of them grasping onto the other’s arms as Tim placed both feet on the ground, standing.

Tim let go of her right arm, reaching out for the IV pole as he slid his left hand into hers, taking careful and small steps across the room towards the door as he grimaced, his stiches pulling ever so slightly with each step.

“You ok?” She asked as they entered the hallway.

“Yep.”

The two made their way towards the nurses station, stopping for a break at the desk before turning around and returning to the room where Lucy helped him back into bed, Tim letting out a deep sigh, closing his eyes as his body relaxed back into the foam.

“Lucy?”

“Yeah?” she said, sitting back down in the chair next to the bed, reaching for the book on the nightstand as the heart rate monitor attached to Tim began to pick up speed.

“I think… I think I’m falling for you and it scares me shitless.”

Lucy let out a chuckle, reaching for his right hand on the bed. “So, let me catch you.”

Tim gave her a sleepy smile, intertwining his fingers with hers as she opened her book, starting on the next puzzle in the book. Somethings in life are simpler than others, choosing what to wear or what to eat, whereas other things in life are more difficult, especially when it comes to making a life changing decision. But Lucy Chen knew as she sat there, holding the hand of the man who trained her, that the decision she was about to make, would be the greatest of her life.

[fandom-imagination-ss]

Clark Kent imagine

Author note: I cannot remeber writing this..and since i haven’t wrote anything for a while. I figure hey why not!!!!! So Sorry if it doesn’t make sense LOL 😂😂 I will be posting more soon promise.!!

Did i proof read: .... I honestly dont remember writing this soo.. you BET your tooth i didn’t proof read

Rating: fluffy!

Fandom: DC

God your such a big Dork!”

Laughing loudly your sides hurt , Clark just tripped and slide right into a lamp and somehow managed for the shade too be on. His head. You reached over helping him chuckling softly tracing your hands over his broad shoulders making sure he wasn’t hurt. Those Hurting Clark was physically impossible. You still worry.

He chuckled softly saying sorry, you just laughed giving him a quick kiss on the shoulder as you shifted too move too your sofa.

Loving Superman had it’s perks and downsides, the biggest one was that Loris Lane was Furious that you “stole” her profit. Clark always said that Louis never abused their relationship too get articles or too gain more popularity. But she was literally the Only reporter in the entire City that Had Full access too the most talked about man in the entire world.Getting raises left and right when She got a “in-depth “ conversation with Superman and ally he deets on a attack. Whatever way Clark spelt it out. You hated that she abused her relationship for gain at work. It felt wrong. She was literally Sleepign with the subject too information.

It didn’t help that your relationship with her was tense even before you knew she knew about Clarks double life. You were one of the few humans too know about Clarks ability before he became Superman. You grew up right down the road from Clark, same grade, best friends all thru school. Clark would show off his powers too you when you were younger and you were the only one outside he’s family too know. After he left and ran off too find himself you stayed and helped his mom and then Superman arrived and you reconnected with your oldest friend and you moved toot he city after a awful breakup and you just always were around. And Louis hated it. You tried too be friendly towards her. But once Clark discovered she was In bed with lex Luther. (Right in the middle of the Act.) he was furious And heartbroken and he broke up with her and you were secretly glade you didn’t have too pretend too be friends with her anymore.

Dating the man of steel happened so naturally you can’t even remember when it started or how it started who made the first move it just felt Right. Clark was smiling cupping your face looking at you “what you thinking about?”

Poking his stoumch you look up at him grinning, “how I’m so lucky too have my Dork.” He chuckled reaching over kissing your head. “I have too go surveillance with Bruce you be alright tonight?”

Nodding your head weakly. You were use too having too share Clark with the world. Honestly how can you complain when he’s Saving the literally world?

“Oh Ask Bruce How The Hell do you connect the light too the speakers? Too do that flashy thing.he’s instructions Suck!”

He chuckled saying okay.

He walked off. As you grinned excited too have the apartment too yourself. You walked over too your room getting out of your Jeans and into Shorts and a shirt of clarks you always steal it had he’s favourite football team. Making dinner for you, and a dessert. You grabbed your Tablet (making sure too put sticky tack on both lenses after reading how easily the cameras’ are hacked you always put Sticky tack on it if your gonna watch something in the tub.

Getting the Tub ready you started binge watching a the musketeers. When you finished having a relaxing bath you got into your cloths again and watched it on the tv. The actors were Hot as Hell. And the voices. Melting! Clark had that affect on you. He’s voice was smooth and deep and Hot. Those every aspect of your boyfriend is Hot.

You looked around realizing the place was empty as you went too the freezer as you pulled out your container of Icing. Before retuning too the sofa and warming it up as you had your spoon from your ice cream and mixed it as you watched tv. An hour passed when jumped gasping at some scenes. Then you heard the deep chuckle of your boyfriend.

“what are you doing?” You turned looking at Clark seeing him in his uniform as you had a spoon sticking out of your mouth as you spoke, “I’m- what are you doing here? I thought you were going too be late?”

“I came too check on you- what are you watching?” Getting up as you grabbed the icing container as you spoke, “Mustkeers.- what- aren’t you suppose too be hanging with a bat?” He chuckled walking over pulling you into a deep kiss it was unexpected as he pulled back as he spoke, “good icing.” You laughed hitting his softly as he grinned holding your head. “You smell nice.”

“had a bath with my good stuff.” He chuckled softly rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

“thank you.”

“For. Bathing?”

Clark chuckled kissing your forehead as he spoke, “No for being you.”

“thank you?”

He kissed you again before dashing off as you got ready for bed.

Standing in the shower in the morning getting cleaned you turned seeing Clark standing in the bathroom smiling as you spoke ‘what?”

Seeing him pulling off his Shirt, which even after a year of dating. Still left you breathless seeing him shirtless. He was curved and caved from the Gods! It still took you back that he was yours. That this guy. Who looks like a god, has powers As if he was one. Was your you giggled seeing him quickly undress and Joining you in the shower. Quickly pulling you into a deep Kiss,

Perfection can only last for so Long.

It was wrong place at the wrong time. You were In a Church helping your friend choose a location for her wedding when a machine came Crashing into the Chapel destroying it. And the impact flung you backwards and you were pierced thru the stoumch by a pipe it slipped thru you like butter. You were pinned too the wall as you looked up seeing Lex Luther appear from the robotic machine he laughed loudly seeing you.

Superman arrived instantly you saw him just in time too loose vision from loosing so much blood. You heard him screaming No! As you drift.

Clark Dashed over too you seeing you impaled and pinned too the wall. He’s screams broke windows of the church as he fell down onto his knees realizing that you were gone. The girl who Never treated him like anything then a boy. The boy she has known her whole life. Who once learning about everything about him. Simply asked if she kissed him could she get the ability too be super strong. The girl who use too help him practice how too control who would sneak over too play with him. Who was his first kiss. The women who idea of a fun night in is. Watching a fantasy show and be bare legged and as comfy as possible. Clark felt his soul breaking seeing you. The Girl he was going too marry.have a family with.

“Opps.”

Luther said giddy seeing Clark in so much pain. Before Clark could find the strength too move. Luther dissapeared.

Clark screamed NO. You were gone..

Weeks passed with No sighting of Luther, Bruce ended up going toot he funeral, so did Diana , and Berry who you once meeting the flash instantly wanted too bet that Clark was faster. And you and him would have in debut conversations about Harry Potter. Wonder women was close with you also. You worked in a museum , and she would telly you stories a bout the greek gods. And the Amazon women. Cyborg was amazed a girl of this time. Couldn’t figure out how too do anything technical. You were as clueless as a 80 year old man trying too make a call on a smart phone.

Arther arrived toot he funeral with the others as he stood up too talk.the funeral was beauitful, and the wake was Sad. Clark’s Mom invited all the justice league too her house. Where Clark was staying since Luther has been MIA.

“when I first met that feisty women. She asked if I could really talk too whales and asked what they liked talking about. Then she told me I this insane theory of whales being fictional. Apparently that girl lived on the coast for two years. And Never saw a whale.Clark took her too my dads lighthouse and I got a few too pop up too show them off. I never seen a happier person in my life. She acted like a kid on Christmas Day .she was- something special.”

They all chuckled as Clark was silent holding his hands tightly as Diana stood up. “When I first met Y/N. she was covered head too toe in dirt and Mud. She was playing football with Clark.- She looked like the happiest girl in the world. I knew excatly at that moment she was madly in love. I remember looking like that at Steve. She asked me too help scare Clark it was- apparently her mission in life too scare him Once.-“ Diana went quite Seeing Clark was stiff. She knew excatly how he felt. Hallow inside with going thru the motion.

Bruce was about too speak when the front door opened. Seeing Y/N covered in dirt. You stood in the front entrance covered in dirt wearing the dress you were buried in. You coughed loudly as Clark Rushed over too you griping your face tightly, “how- How is this possible?”

“what the hell happened?”

Everyone looked at each other stunned as Diana heard a fast beating sound.

“Y/N? Is that you?” Clark was crying too hard too hear anything as Diana stepped over as she kneeled down pressing her ear too your stomach.

“it’s a heartbeat.”

“WHAT?” Gasping loudly as Clark was too stunned too take any of that information in. But your ears were working. “Shut up no it’s not! I- I was. In the church wasn’t I when that bastered- how- I woke up in the graveyard what the fuck! Is going on?!”

“how did you get out of the grave.. you were just Barried this morning.”

Rolling your shoulders you shook your head, “I woke up up above ground.. I wans’t- you buried me? What the Hell why!” You hit Clark as he gripped your face tightly as he spoke, “you scared the Shit outta me! How- I don’t understand you were died.”

You rolled your shoulders, “Don’t look at me! The last thing I remember was being in the church.. what- what happened?”

“you died..But I think your baby protected you.”

That’s when Clarks ears started working as he turned too wonderwomen. “Excuse me? Baby?”

“Oh Boy..’

[noona96n]

1. I have a couple things to say. Warning - it may be long. I’ll try to break it into parts but honestly you don’t have to read or respond to it. I’ll start off by saying I couldn’t care less about what the casts are doing outside of the show. I think shipping is fun too. But nobody can force anything on somebody and you have to understand that everyone is their own person. Also, NEVER SEND ANY HATE. To anybody. EVER.

^^^^^^^ 1. LOUDER PLEASE

2. the thing is, Joyce shouldn't have to know what 'she's getting into' when she post that vid, ya know? my heart goes to her bcs she probably did it to support her bf and it's sad that ppl don't understand that...

3. to me, it's still an invasion of privacy... just bcs Zihong gave an inch doesn't mean we (& the media) can take a mile

i think Meghan Markle said it best in her latest interview w/ Oprah 

i think everyone has basic rights to privacy and we’re not talking about anything that anybody else wouldn’t expect. 

so, if ure at work & u have a photograph of a child on ur desk, & ur coworker says ‘oh my gosh, ur kid’s so cute, that’s fantastic! can i see all the pictures of ur child?’. u go, ‘no, this is the picture im comfortable sharing with u.’

and then, if they double down & say, ‘no, but u already showed me that one so u have to show me everything. u know what, im just gonna hire someone to sit in front of ur house, or hide in the bushes and take pictures into ur backyard, because u've lost your right to privacy...because u shared one image with me’.

that’s sort of the flawed argument & it’s operating mechanism that they’re confusing people to think. i think life is about being able to share our stories & share parts of our lives that we’re comfortable with. 

there's no one who's on ig or social media that would say, 'because i shared this one picture, that entitles you to have my entire camera roll. go ahead and look through it.' no one would want that. so it's about boundaries. and it's about respect.

(honestly, i love her, been a fan of her since her time on Suits)

privacy is a blurry thing to discuss when talking about celebrities but i really don’t think we have any rights to pry into their private life... what they tell us is what we get, we shouldn’t ask for more. we’re not their families or friends... even as family or friends, we shouldn’t feel like we’re entitled to know what they’re doing. (and this is a mindset that i apply to everyone, my parents, my brother, my best friends... not just ppl that i stan.)

again, Zihong’s a public figure so i understand that people would have different expectations of what privacy should be like for him. but again... he shouldn’t have to share what he’s not comfortable with. 

4. pls, Yu laughed so hard w/ Chihtian!! Chihtian is soooooo annoying (affectionate) (RayTian are so annoying and i love them so much! they embody peak older sibling energy)

i agree that Yu had wayyyy more fun w/ Chihtian! he seem to have more with with RayTian around, i mean... RayTian are both so witty and outspoken! esp Chihtian! meanwhile, Zihong's a quiet person, and very weird... all of my favs are so weird tbh haha

though i must say i think we can’t really judge the level of closeness that SamYu have thru the live they broadcasted ya know? sometimes, there’s much more companionship in the silence (definitely me, an introvert, speaking HAHA)

also, Zihong revealed in his Weibo live the other day that they call each other by their full names in private (Lin Zihong + Yang Yu Teng) and he said that that’s how he refer to ppl he’s close with... so they're pretty close from Zihong's POV (and from my POV too bcs i put a lot of emphasis on my name and who get to call me what ya know?)

(also also, Chihtian was so upset that Zihong & Yu don't have cute nicknames for each other AHHAHA he’s such a SamYu shipper... i won’t be surprised if he has a SamYu fan acc lol)

also, ur opinion made perfect sense! thanks for dropping by and talking with me! and honestly, i wasn't joking when i said i that i want to provide a safe space for discussion on WBL in general... so feel free to drop by anytime... we can have more discussion on this topic (or any other topics!)

and , last but not least, thank u for breaking up the asks into smaller, more digestible pieces!!