#i wish i took a pic of the invite cause they came out so cute i wrote them by hand

[thereisanangelinyou]

You're invited 💌

[sweetcathedral]

🖤Hero Academia — Aizawa🖤

Note: I thought I’d post an old work here. Also, b/c I’m seeing a lot of minors migrate to ao3, I’m thinking of switching all my works to here since it’s easier to monitor, which means I’m deleting my ao3.

⚠️: bulge, breeding, somnophilia, cnc

He’s late. Just as you thought, but that’s expected of Pro Heroes and you can’t blame him for being one. You knowingly accepted your common law conditions, so you can’t complain. You reached for your phone hoping to see his name tangled within the notifications.

NekoZawa: late

Was the only message that caught your attention with a little bit of disappointment. Deep down you already knew it’d come to this, but you still can’t help feeling let down a bit. As you were about to change out of your getup a series of sharp knocks startled you, catching you off guard.

“It’s mee!” shouted the familiar voice.

Midnight?!

You rushed to open the door.

“Kayama? You’re ba—,”

“Ahhhh! So cute, so delicate, just youth!” she huffed in excitement at the sight of your longline lace bra and single-ruffled panties.

“Ah! Wai—youth? You know we're not that far in age,” you said, as you try to hide behind the door.

“Please, I'd kill to be 5 years younger, and don’t even try hiding from me. Even though he doesn’t care much about looks this definitely falls within his tastes,”

You blushed at the compliment, wishing it had come out of Aizawa’s mouth instead.

“Anyways,” she continued, “how about some bubble tea? I got your favourite,” she whipped out a bag of drinks from behind her. You wonder if she knew of your plans and came to cheer you up.

Who am I kidding, she’s an R-rated hero. Her sixth sense is basically her sex sense.

“Yeah, I could use some company,” you smiled in relief, thankful for her sharp intuition.

Before you knew it, 9PM became 11PM in what felt like 30 minutes and that heavy feeling weighing on your chest left after a couple of laughs here and there. You couldn’t help but feel better in the presence of Kayama, you have no choice but to feel better in her presence.

“And after I showed his class a pic of you, that grape idiot said ‘ if that raggedy ass man of a sensei is able to snatch a woman like that then there’s still hope for me, right?! Right?!’ in that stupid lisp of his! I couldn’t help, but cackle in his face! Hahahahahahahaha!”

“Grape idiot?!,” you laughed, almost choking on your tapioca.

“It caused this huge uproar which took Aizawa an hour to settle down,”

“Sounds like an exaggeration to me,”

“Really? Then I’d have to ask Principal Nezu for permission to let you visit. Hmmm, maybe a surprise visit during his birthday, I’d get to see that purple shit bleed from his eyes again. Hah!” she said, her sadistic side twinkling in her eyes.

You could tell she wasn’t lying about the surprise visit as she hummed her thoughts between sips of beer. Although you know how much Aizawa likes to keep his private life separate from his professional life, your thoughts couldn’t help but ponder in curiosity at how he acts around his infamous class 1-A students. All he ever does is complain about them every time you ask, but just thinking about him acting like the strict teacher Kayama says he is . . . makes . . . you . . .

“Oi, oooii . . . I said OI!”

“Gah!”

“What the hell’s got you blushing like a dazed mess?”

“Blushing? . . . !”

You clasp your hands over your face, as if you’re trying to keep your thoughts and daydreams from escaping. You let your imagination run wild just from thinking about Aizawa as a teacher — his strict demeanour and cold eyes piercing through you . . . his deep growls muffled at the base of your neck as his grip tightens around your waist and hair . . .

“Oh! What time is it?” Kayama exclaimed, disrupting your thoughts.

You reach for your phone to check the time, seeing 11:17PM illuminating from the screen before flipping it to Kayama.

“Perfect!”

You cock your head to the side trying to think of what could make Kayama that excited, but before you could react, her quirk had already taken hold of your consciousness.

Aizawa let out a heavy sigh staring at the time on his phone. It wasn’t the first time he’d let you down like that, even though it’s out of his control he still can’t help feeling disappointed in himself. Pro Heroes always have unpredictable schedules, but still, he’d wish his schedule had gone his way today.

“Thanks as always, Eraserhead. I’ll send the details your way once we’ve confirmed the date,” Tsukauchi reassured, dismissing him for the day. Aizawa nodded in response, finally, he thought. As he walked out of the station, his phone vibrated.

Ugh, what now?

He reached for his phone and unlocked his screen.

Kayama? Probably just more cat pics.

But much to his surprise, the series of pics caused him to stop in his tracks.

Kayama: Bon appétit! *kissy face*

Was the only message that followed at the end of the series of pics. After Kayama used her quirk to put you to sleep, she happily cleaned the place up and settled you prettily onto the bed in an innocent, but also, somewhat tempting position. Who could blame her? She had a knack for setting up tempting situations for her best friends. Aizawa tapped on each pic, examining the details of your delicate lace bra and fluttery panties. He really wished his schedule had gone his way today. The longer he stared at each pic, the bigger his temptation and pent up emotions grew — frustration, doubt, confusion, jealousy, anger, greed, love, lust, it was causing him to lose all sense of logic. You were causing him to lose all sense of logic and he hated it. It’s his first time experiencing something like this, he’d never romantically loved anyone until you came into his life. At first you were just like any other Pro Hero he teamed up with in previous missions, but the mission you two took on escalated into an emotional high profile case, which caused him to spend more time with you. One thing led to another and now, you’re each other’s common-law spouse. Both of you could care less about the huge wedding traditions of planning a wedding day, banquet halls, invitations and all that, but unexpectedly, he did buy you a wedding ring — a customized designer ring at that. Not only does he not care about appearances, but he also doesn’t seem to care about prices, so long as it serves its purpose.

“Uh, Eraserhead? Everything okay?” Officer Sansa tapped on Aizawa’s shoulder, breaking him from his thoughts.

“Huh? Oh, Detective Tsukauchi already settled on a date already?” Aizawa quickly locked his phone and tucked it back into his pocket.

“Um, no, he was actually worried about you . . . you’ve been standing still here for a while now, just staring at your phone . . .”

The logical Pro Hero himself didn’t even realize that he stopped walking and was surprised to see the station still behind him. Tch .

“. . . yeah, I think I should head home now. Someone’s waiting for me. Thanks, Officer Sansa.”

He waved at the cat officer before tucking his hand back into his pocket, unconsciously digging his fingernails into the palms of his hands in frustration. He hated this feeling . . . and he can’t wait to take it out on you .

Aizawa hesitates to open the door, unsure of how he’d react when he sees you for himself. He carefully turns the knob, making sure not to make a noise that’ll wake you from your peaceful slumber. You were just like the pics Kayama sent him — back exposed with the soft glow of the city night lights highlighting your dainty shoulder blades . . . arms clutching the pillow from underneath that pretty little head of yours . . . one leg hitched up to the side while the other was elongated and tucked half way into the sheets . . . As he reached to caress your face, he noticed his hand trembling from suppressing his temptation. Tch. He pulls his hand back in frustration.

“ . . . mmph . . . Shou . . . ta . . .” you murmured in your sleep in between heated breaths.

That was enough for Aizawa to let go of any sense of logic and common sense he had left, and before he knew it, he was hovering over you — the weight of his body sinking into the duvet. His eyes trailing over your features, watching your chest rise and fall with every breath you take — a reassuring feeling that you’re real and very much alive to him. He annoyingly hears his name from the teachers at UA all the time, but when it whispers out from between those pretty lips of yours, it made him experience a feeling he wasn’t used to controlling. He gave in, leaving trails of kisses that slowly turned into hickeys and then bite marks. He felt bad for leaving those marks on your supple skin, but he also wished they were permanent, as if the wedding ring doesn't speak for itself anymore. Aizawa’s grip tightened on your thigh at the thought of anyone else touching you, pinning your leg to your chest. His rough hand traces down your curves before slipping them in between your thighs — a wet sopping mess.

Ah, her panties are ruined . . . shame, he thought as he ripped a slit open, big enough for what you’re about to take in. Whoops . . . I’ll just get her a new one.

The temperature of your body was rising as he continued to press up against you, leaving marks on your collarbone and teasing your insides with his thick calloused fingers. A wave of pleasure ripples through your moonlight kissed skin, slowly pulling you back to your senses. You bat your eyes a few times to shake off the heaviness weighing on your eyelids.

“ . . . Shou—haa . . . !” your body twitched as another wave of pleasure came over you, shaking off your sleepy numbness, awakening your sense of touch as you grip his forearm trying to get him to slow down. It was no use given how enamoured he was with your reaction, your measly grip is as light as a feather against his strength.

“Haa . . . wait . . . slowdow—mmph!,”

Aizawa places his hand over your mouth, silencing your relentless begging. You finally noticed his flushed face and entranced eyes — a face you’re not used to seeing.

“Shut up, if you know what’s good for you,” his deep voice reverberated in your ear, sending a ripple of shivers down your neck. He was a completely different person in a completely different headspace. The only thing that can bring him back to his senses is your safe word, but you know that if you give in he’d completely stop and resist touching you for days as penance for losing control. But . . . you love it when he loses control along with his sense of logic, so you melt into your favourite position, signaling him to release all his pent up emotions in you — a mating press. You bite your trembling lower lip, begging with your wet eyes as a smirk played across his face. He gently kisses your forehead before pulling down his bottoms, revealing his thick throbbing cock. Your cunt twitched at the sight of it, squeezing out your fluids, dripping down like honey.

“How badly do you want it?”

“. . . badly . . . Shou~ta~ . . .” you cooed.

His cock twitched at the sound of your light and airy voice, precum drips onto the sheets.

“Not yet,” he said as he began stroking his cock on your clit, making sure not to let an inch slip inside you. The sensation drives you crazy as you whimper and whine for him to fill you up inside, desperately begging with your hips. But Aizawa’s firm grip on your thighs won’t let you, and keeps you from getting what you want. You miss the feeling of being bred full . His strokes were getting faster, his panting turning into growls. Your body tensed and toes curled as the feeling came closer, letting a desperate sigh escape from your mouth.

“Already? But I’m not done with you yet,” he playfully whispers in your ear before ramming himself inside you.

“Haa!” you yelped.

Your plump walls twitch at the sudden movement, tightening itself around his cock.

“That’s my good girl,” he chuckled, cockingly.

Tears well up in your eyes as you bite back your whimpering. He grabs your hand and firmly places it on your lower abdomen,

“Do you feel me? I’m right here.”

With your hand firmly placed on your stomach, you can feel his bulge every time he strokes his cock in you. He keeps it there, so that you have no choice but to feel it until the very end — up until his cum fills you up inside. His long strokes began to shorten, each stroke getting harder than the last and unable to hold in your pants and moans. Not only can you feel the warmth fill you up, but you can also feel his cock releasing globs of his milk from the bulge protruding from your lower abdomen. Your fingers dance around it making him twitch, his bruising grip tightening around your wrist.

“Fuck,” he grunts, looking down at the mess you both made.

Your cunt was swelling at the amount of cum it’s trying to keep from spilling, gushing out every time your sticky walls twitch. Before Aizawa was about to pull out, you grab his arm,

“Wait . . . not yet,” you must’ve been pouting when those words fell off of your swollen lips cause you’ve never seen his features soften like that before. He lowers himself, feeling his weight sinking into the bed as he tenderly kisses your forehead, brushing your slick baby hairs from your face . . . the warmth of his forehead resting against yours . . . the reassuring feeling of his hand gently cupping your flushed cheeks . . . You reach for his face, thumbing the scar under his eye, diving in for a deeper kiss and wrapping your arms around him. His heart begins to beat harder as you begin to feel his cock swelling up again from inside you.

[aphrodite1288]

This is not about kadi so if you don't want to answer I would understand. Have you ever had information that surprised you? Something you can't believe? Related to kpop idols, actors or ent industry?

That Jongdae didn't want to have a child at this young age and in the beginning of his Solo career! But once it happened he was so accepting and so understanding! He married his GF becoz he loved her and accepted her pregnancy with open arms even though that brought him so much hate! But he protected her and never let the bad words reach her he is a shield to her and his baby 🍼 But the baby was not planned! when the girl is born he loved her with all his heart and she is so spoiled i saw her she is so cute and has Jongdae's lips 👄. I recently saw Jongdae's footage with his wife and daughter at Apujongreodo entering the mall, he was holding his baby and his wife was holding the baby bag! And they went shopping and got back into his fancy black car.

All Exo members are smoking some stopped but most of them not!

That Sehun is not a happy person and he has more dark thoughts that what y'all see. He hasn't had the best childhood like yall thought. I won't say more i don't want to interfere his private life and expose it. So please Love him and give him a lot of support! He is lovely and he thinks he is useless in the band and members always cheer him up but he needs to hear it from his fans! That's why he is working harder and attending vocalization lessons with Baekhyun and chanyeol's voice tuning teacher and y'all can tell his singing skills has improved from the DFTF ALBUM!!! PLEASE GIVE HIM LOTS OF LOVE!, He is working hard for his fans to be proud of him! He needs reassurance!

That BAEKHYUN is so attached to ExoL! He is so scared of losing them and being forgotten when he comes back from military. He has these doubts and he talked about it with everyone he knew! Even His Fans! Yes he calls his fans and talks to them!

That BAEKHYUN often calls his fansites' masternims and fans he trusts and they chit-chat a lot!! He is close with them!! He asks them about everything related to Exo if they enjoyed the albums, the songs, his Solo etc.. he asks them if he should improve on something, he asks them to tell him if he lacks something in his latest performances! He even calls his fans to chitchat for hours about what content he should post on youtube ! He asks his closest fans to check what other Exol want him to do! And if they're satisfied with his hard work! And if he made the proud ! He discusses everything that bothers him with some of his fansites and trustworthy fans! ALSO He talks to fans about their struggles and he cheers them up! And buys them gifts during their birthdays yes he remembers their bdays!

That BAEKHYUN loaned money to a fan when she called him saying she needed money! He even paid surgery for a fan!

Sehun often pays meals for Exol secretly before leaving the restaurants or Coffee shops especially when he couldn't sign for them !

That Seungri wasn't the one to be blamed in the burning sun but all evidence was against him and he was played ( I don't know abt this, i don't defend any man who assaulted women as a feminist myself i can't come to terms with believing this but i saw a lot of ppl saying it!)

That BP members are jealous of Jen for getting all the brands and the commercials, which YG ent solved and started distributing solo projects to the other members and asking sponsors to not only focus on Jen and suggesting them the other members! Now we see other members promoting for famous fashion, cosmetics, sports and make up brands, while before, they were jobless and only Jenn who was getting all the money and roles and brands and was the only member active for two years 2018/2019 and even the first one and the yongest to have the earliest solo debut only after 2 years of debuting with her band, i mean a rookie shouldn't get a solo until they skill their singing and acting! But Jenn's potential was big and she has tons of fans that's why YG wanted money so took advantage of her epitome fame to debut her to get cash🤑💰 Jenn didn't like her members being left out and she talked to them about this a lot. This subject of members being jelaous of her bothered her and at a certain period caused their dinamics to go down in the band. She saw them changing and she saved the issue from getting worse by talking to YG coz she truly loved her members.

Jenn is more perverted than what ppl think, she knows a lot of guys and she is very loved by everyone. She is Nice! But she is not innocent! SHE DATES A LOT! ONLY HOT and Tall wealthy GUYS ! MODELS and ULZZANGS! Her mom and dad are in the industry that's why she gets everything she wants and she does work hard for it though! But the opportunities mostly come at her through her parents ! She is very spoiled baby girl.

Kaistal are close friends i mean i saw their pics together and they're still friends and they're still talking and Ji supported her so much when she left SM also he is still supporting her Solo career as an actress now, he texts her to support her works and to give her his opinions, Krystal trusts him a lot he protected her and helped her a lot before! 🤷🏻‍♀️

Ksoo hid his relationship with Ji from his Fam for a long time??

Kaisoo kissed during a truth or dare game when Ji lost and had to kiss Kyungsoo on the lips and Ksoo didn't object it was from before debut! I guess that's when the members knew they were in love?? I don't know abt this! I'm not sure. But it's a possible probability.

Chanbaek did kiss but it was not during a truth or dare game, it was Chanyeol who shocked Baekhyun by kissing him on the lips to shush him down 🤫

Chanbaek living together coz baek is a clean freak and can't stay with many ppl in one place he is a private introvert who loves to stay alone and play videogames! And chanyeol granted him this wish and invited him to live in his house for 2years or more i don't remember 🤷🏻‍♀️

SUHO dated Two members of Apink

Jongdae dated one member of Apink!

Exo are so so close with APink!

Luhan had a crush on Chorong from APink!

Sehun is close with Oh Hayong of Apink! Coz they have the same last name!! He is still close to her and supports her a lot, she is close with Suho too! And all other APink members! Sehun is also close to Gugudan.

Taeyeon loved Baekhyun truly and their breakup left a scar on her heart! She hates men now hahaha I hope she gets to find the love of her life she deserves happiness please give her much support! I want her to be dating Ravi he is a softie and will treat her well!

Yeri of RV is a playgirl she is so bold and asks guys out when she likes them! I love her for that! Girl power! But she is so nice!!!

A lot of news about BTS their Gfs their Exes with Pictures and all their dating history, their toxic company overworking them etc... But I'm not too interested in BTS these things came to me I didn't ask for them🤷🏻‍♀️ lucky? IDK maybe.

And many many many more things. I just can't list everything

I don't know if I answered your question! But that's all that came to my mind! Some things may not be too shocking it surprising or unbelievable like you asked but still they're precious secrets and gave them to y'all for free!

[kiras-sunshine]

I’m gonna hold onto your heart for sure

Written for day 3 of  Carlos Reyes Week: “well, that just happened” + friendship

Summary:

“It’s not out of obligation or anything like that,” he says immediately, “we are friends, no matter what. Besides, you’re basically part of the team, like an honorary member of the 126.” 

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Carlos is surprised to find Paul, leaning against his blue Camaro outside the police station when he finally gets off from shift.

The sun is already setting, painting the whole yard of the police station in golden light.

Paul’s face lights up when he spots him near the doors, and he gives him a small wave. He has changed out of his uniform, but he is still wearing dark pants and AFD t-shirt.

He tries to go through in his mind if he has forgotten any plans they might have made when he walks up to the car and him. He cannot come up with anything, but he is still glad to see him.

“Hey, everything okay?” He asks, mostly out of habit. He looks fine and he guesses he wouldn’t be grinning that widely if something atrocious had happened.

“Yeah,” he agrees and claps his hand on his shoulder. “Just checking up if you’re moping like a lovesick puppy,” he jokes.

Carlos flashes a smile, but he shakes his head as he glances their shoes. “I’m not.”

TK had to leave up to New York to attend his cousin’s wedding. He had been invited too as a plus one, but he couldn’t get four days off from work, and TK had assured that he was completely fine going there alone too, but he misses him.

It has been three days, which is ridiculous considering how much he wants to see him and longs to have him back in Austin. He cannot remember when he would have missed someone this much, and it almost terrifies him a little.

Obviously, they have been texting and calling, but it still isn’t the same thing.

“TK seemed pretty miserable when I called him,” he shrugs, with innocent smile, “just saying.”

He just huffs at that, amusedly, as he tries to fish out his car keys from the pocket of his jeans.

“Also, it’s family dinner today, so I’m picking you up. Well, I don’t have a car ‘cause Marjan just dropped me here on the way to supermarket, but still, the point stands.”

The 126 has created a tradition of having a proper, full-scale dinner once a week. The time and day changes, adapting to their shifts, but they never fail to have one. Owen has dubbed it as a family dinner for team bonding reasons. He has attended it a couple times with TK, but he feels like it’s a quite accurate term.

The crew definitely is a family, and they care each other a lot and deeply, and there is so much love and affection in the air when they don’t have to worry about getting called to scenes, and they always have each other’s backs.

He is almost a little jealous of the bond they all share.

He lets out a small laughter and fidgets with his car keys. “That’s nice but you don’t have to--,” he starts, but Paul is gesturing him to stop talking.

“It’s not out of obligation or anything like that,” he says immediately, “we are friends, no matter what. Besides, you’re basically part of the team, like an honorary member of the 126.”

He would be lying if he said that hearing that wouldn’t make him feel fondness towards the entire team and it makes him feel cared for and a little special. He knows he generally gets along with people well and he has no issues making friends, but he has been missing Michelle and he appreciates it more than he can say that he has become friends with everyone in the team and they aren’t just tolerating him for the sake of TK.

“Okay,” he agrees.

Spending the evening with friends and eating a proper dinner definitely beats his plans of cleaning his apartment and ordering takeout.

“Yeah,” Paul laughs and before Carlos knows he has been pulled into a tight hug. It’s surprisingly comforting hug despite the fact that it’s short and brief.

“Well, that just happened,” he says, and there is a certain edge of uncertainness that wasn’t there before, with apologetic expression when he lets go off him. “Sorry, got carried away.”

“Hey, we’re friends, friends get hugged,” he tells him, immediately, resting his hand on his shoulder.

He isn’t maybe the most tactile person in the world, but sometimes it is easier to say something through touch than words and he firmly believes in hugging.

“Yeah,” Paul agrees, softly and his grin is back and already brighter. He nods towards his car. “Let’s go. Cap won’t like if we are late.”

***

Carlos isn’t sure if his stomach hurts because all of the food he has eaten or because of all the laughter. The food was delicious and there was way too much of it, and they had been talking about everything that came to mind. They had been sharing anecdotes of work and what their lives had been like before they arrived in Texas and the firehouse.

The 126 is back on shift in a couple of hours, and the whole team, except Owen, has sprawled on the couches, trying to survive their food comas. Judd and Mateo are talking about basketball, deep in their conversation and Marjan is showing Paul some video on his phone, and they all seem content in the moment, and the whole room is filled with laughter and chatter.

Carlos smiles as he looks at them, but his phone starts to vibrate in his pocket. He quietly slips away and walks towards the doors to get some more privacy. It’s basically all for nothing because the firehouse been built so that privacy is almost non-existent. Especially with this particular team.

“Hey,” he says, when the video call connects and he sees TK’s tired, but beaming face on his phone screen.

“Hey,” he says back, but tilts his head and squints his eyes at him. “Is that a fire truck?”

He turns his phone a little, so that he gets a glimpse of the bright red side of the truck. “Yeah.”

His grin gets wider. “Missing me that much?“

“Yeah,” he breathes out, with genuine laughter, “also Paul dragged me to the dinner.”

“Oh yeah, the family dinner. I should’ve remembered,” he says, as he runs his hand through his hair, making it stick up slightly. “That’s nice.”

“It is,” he says, sincerely. “I wish you were here with us.”

It’s nice that he is, in their eyes too, his own person outside of their relationship. He knows they are close, and they still keep complaining when they will grow out of their honeymoon stage, but he still knows how to be his own person and he doesn’t feel less whole without him. He feels that together they are something more, but not lacking otherwise either.

“Me too,” he admits under his breath, “we do have pretty great friends.”

It feels like an understatement but it’s still true. “Yeah,” he says, nodding. The corner of his mouth twitches into a gradual smile. “Your dad promised to teach me how to bake a sugar free key lime pie.”

It makes him laugh, and it’s such a beautiful sound and he would gladly spend rest of his life listening to it. His eyes are glistering with what looks like happiness. “He doesn’t teach just anyone,” he points out. “Kitchen is like a sacred place for him. He certainly hasn’t taught baking to anyone I have dated.”

“Yeah,” he says, rubbing his neck.

He likes Owen, and he feels like they would get along even if he wasn’t dating his son, but it is sort of a big deal for him that he seems to like him, too. He knows he doesn’t need anyone else’s approval, but he still loves the fact that all of them just took him in as one of their own.

“Also,” he starts, and points at the screen with grimace on his face, “his sugar-free key lime pie is terrible. It tastes like flour, so good luck.”

“Ah, I’ll just make the others eat most of it. Practice the fine art of guilt tripping,” he deadpans, but it is getting impossible to hold back the smile.

“Good strategy.”

“Your dad misses you, too,” he points out softly, “he had a baby pic of you on the dinner table.”

He had placed the framed picture on the spot that he usually sits on. It had been mostly a joke, a way to boost the team morale, but he had noticed how many times Owen had glanced at the picture during the dinner. The picture had been of TK, barely standing on his own, grabbing leg of a table and he was wearing orange overalls and grinning as widely as a one year old can.

TK groans, and he cannot help but chuckle. “It’s on the wall now. According to them, they have put it high enough so you cannot take it down when you get back.”

“I hate them all,” he mutters, but there is no heat behind his voice.

“You were a cute baby,” he adds, just because he can.

“I wasn’t,” he insists, “especially if it was the orange overalls picture.”

“It was, but I guess I have to ask him to show me the entire photo albums,” he says, mostly just teasing him and mostly because he genuinely wants to see the photos.

“Please don’t,” he says, but the amusement shines through his voice. “He would love it.”

It would probably take hours, but he might do it one day when he has time.

“How’s the wedding?”

“Good, it has been nice seeing everyone,” he tells him, sounding genuinely happy. Carlos knows he hasn’t seen his mother’s side family in years. “It would be more fun if you were there. They all keep asking about you.”

“I’m sorry for not making it,” he says, gently.

He would have loved to go with him, but the wedding had seemed a little like a last-minute thing for him, and the invitation had come in mail just a couple weeks before and there was no way he could have managed to change all of his shifts.

“Hey, I didn’t mean it as a jab,” he remarks, softly.

“I know.”

“It’s mostly just funny. I head a bunch of my aunts talking and doubting if you’re even real because you sound a little too perfect, and that if you’re real, how did you end up with me,” he explains with a huff, but his voice sounds amused and there is certain mischief in his eyes.

“You could tell them that I’ve a very specific type,” he jokes, because he can feel the warmth creeping up on his neck.

He knows how to accept a compliment, but perfect definitely isn’t a word he would associate with himself, let alone expect a bunch of people he has never met to describe him as such.

“What would that be?”

Before he has any chance to answer, he spots Judd walking towards him and he claps both of his hands on his shoulders and flashes a smile at the phone screen. “Rude green-eyed firefighters who don’t let their family know they are calling,” Judd quips into their conversation.

TK is laughing again, but he is definitely delighted to see him, too. “I feel like you can find twelve of those in a dozen.”

“More like once in a lifetime,” Carlos murmurs, as rest of the team swarms in and forms a sort of half-circle around them. He knows TK hears him, because he holds his gaze, and his face softens. His smile is tiny but genuine and he feels like it’s only reserved for him.

“Ugh, you’re too sappy,” Marjan complains, but she ends up sounding mostly fond.

Carlos tries to hold up his phone high enough that he manages to see everyone. They keep waving at him, and he looks genuinely touched. “I’m glad you’re there.”

“We are glad to have him,” Mateo pipes in.

“We miss you,” Paul adds, “but we think we like Carlos better,” he says, deadpan.

“Cannot blame you for having good taste,” he shoots back, with a wink, and suddenly the warm feeling in his neck creeps back up.

“At least he knows how to cook, unlike certain someone,” Marjan says, with a glare that doesn’t linger on her face.

“Hey, the casserole I made last week was edible,” TK argues.

“Yeah, kid. Edible, not good,” Judd says with deep sounding laughter.

“It made my stomach feel funny,” Mateo admits, sounding a little distraught.

“Even Buttercup didn’t eat it,” Paul reminds him.

“Y’all are so ungrateful,” he says, with mock exasperated sigh as he stares beyond his phone, but amusement doesn’t disappear from his eyes.

Carlos knows that TK’s culinary skills are common joke for them, and he can admit he shouldn’t be allowed anywhere near kitchen and unfortunately, he had gotten the leftovers of the casserole too. It had been dry and tasteless, but he still he had eaten it.

“I wouldn’t have eaten it if it wasn’t made by you,” he admits, too.

“Ah, blinded by love,” Judd says, shaking his head.

“You’ll end up with food poisoning,” Marjan tells him, as she pokes him in the arm.

Before he has any chance to reply, TK looks like he is listening to someone speak in the other end of the call. He flashes them a smile. “Sorry, I gotta go. Carlos, I love you. The rest of you are okay, I guess,” he jokes in a light tone, and his smile is so wide and genuine that it definitely reaches his eyes.

His crew fake exasperation around him, but they all end up erupting in laughter and keep telling TK how much they miss him before they manage to actually end the call.

[joshslater]

Grindr Gold

This is a rewrite of Rozza’s rewrite of Tinder Gold. Similar stories and bonus material on my Patreon.

“Fuck, why don’t you guys respond!”, Tom moaned as he fell back into his bed. Another guy had just gone and ghosted him, the sixth one this week. Tom was pissed and confused as to why he was failing with so many guys. It was true that he didn’t have the looks. Average height, average hair, average face. A face dotted with acne, on top of his unremarkable body, pudgy from years of studying. He was smart, provably so, but also funny and kind. He hoped that would shine through in his bio. Tom went back to his phone and looked over it, and his pics. Maybe there was something he could tweak to make him more attractive. Or it could be a waste of time. All the guys wanted was cheap sex with the man of their dreams, and that was it.

Tom was about to let go of the phone when he saw a new banner at the bottom of the screen, advertising Grindr Gold. “Stop looking for the perfect match - become one!” It totally looked like a scam to Tom, but he had been so unlucky recently that he would consider anything. He tapped the banner, bringing up the purchase screen. It wasn’t very clear to him exactly what they provided for the hefty $250 a month. “Personalized profile to maximize your chance to strike gold.” Whatever. The first month was $10, and he could cancel at any point, according to the page. He could buy it, maybe get a few dates, and then keep the profile as is after cancelling.

He tapped his screen again to pay, ignored a mile of terms and conditions, and finalized his payment. He looked impatiently at the screen as nothing happened. Everything was the same. A scam after all. A few seconds later there was a knock on the door, giving Tom a jump scare. He got up to go and see who it was, still pissed about his lost $10. He opened the door and almost dropped his jaw on the floor. Outside the door was the most handsome twink he had ever seen, online as well as in the flesh. A shorter, younger boy with bronzed skin, blond hair in a quiff, sparkling green eyes, and just as sparkling, white smile. He was wearing gold shorts, trendy shoes, and nothing else, showing off the rest of his body. It was fit, without being muscular or overly cut, showing hints of definition and abs. His skin was beautifully, evenly tanned and smooth, and like the rest of him looked perfected with many products. His face had been cleansed of any impurities and facial hair, while his golden gelled up quiff was flanked by freshly buzzed sides. Tom’s brained blanked, partly because of the unexpected surprise visitor, partly because of this visitor in particular, and partly because the blood rushed into his quickly stiffening dick.

“Tom, I assume?” the twink queried.

Tom was speechless, struggling with where to look. When he looked at the face his eyes were drawn into the green eyes, and it felt rude and awkward to gaze into an unknown mans eyes like that. Anywhere else on the body was worse. Look at the nipples? The golden bulge?

“I am Grindr Gold, professional dater and dating expert, and I am here to assist you. May I come in?” Tom was struggling to comprehend that Grindr Gold wasn’t a software update, or a service feature, or even a scam, but a real, life something seemingly teleported to outside his door.

“Yeah... Yes! Yes, of course. Step right in.” Tom moved out of the way and waved towards the interior of the messy apartment. “Are you some kind of dating coach? Will you get me laid?”

“Of course! I am Grindr Gold, and I never disappoint.” Gold was slowly turning, taking in the sight of Tom’s small student apartment.

“Wait, your name is Grindr? No, nevermind. What’s first?”

“Take off your shirt and have a seat”, he motioned towards Tom’s study armchair. “We know exactly what everyone is looking for, what types get hookups, what the supply and demand is. I’m here to improve supply where it is needed the most. Firstly, no one wants another post-college graduate. There are plenty of them around. They want a freshly minted fuckboi."

What did he just say now? Did he just say fuckboi? No way Tom was going to be like one of those dumbasses, who just existed to get laid. But before he could object, Gold began waving his hands. Tom became dizzy and distorted as energy waves from Gold’s hands flew into him. His skin vibrated, turning back years. His fat mostly melted away, leaving a little around his stomach. The hair on his chest receded back into his skin, softening out his pecs. The hair on his legs thinned out as well, but remained spread out for his age. The lines and bags on his face, caused by all the stress of college, faded. His looks had gone from mid-twenties PhD student to a youthful 18 year old.  

"What the fuck! This isn’t what I wanted! I look like a dumb teenager!”, Tom shouted in a decidedly younger voice, as he saw his reflection on his phone screen.

“Relax, this is just the first step to getting you laid. Your profile said you are just looking for a hookup, right?”

“Yeah, but not like...”

“I’m gonna do the best I can, making you the most sought after fuck for miles. Let me change your mind on this. If things don’t work out, we can always go for a different look. Now we gonna get you yeeted up…”

Without waiting for a response Gold started massaging Tom’s arms, infusing them with the same energy. Tom laid back as all he could do was relax in Gold’s hands. Gold moved his hands carefully across the entire surface of Tom’s skin, everywhere his hands went hair disappeared. After finishing with his arms, he moved to his chest and then finishing with his legs, removing any stray patches of hair.  Once he was done, the only hair left was around his dick and his pits. Gold focused harder now, causing his hands to vibrate and made a second pass. This time as they swept across Tom’s body they instilled a golden tan with a touch of Italian olive as he rewrote his genetics. His hands swept through the mess of Tom’s hair, changing it into a light, crisp brown. Then he continued down, focusing on Tom’s face, cleansing it of impurities and perfecting his features. Tom’s nose and mouth shrunk, though his lips grew, and eyes turned brown. Gold poked Tom’s nipples causing them to darken and grow slightly. Golds hands then pushed the energy down Tom, doing unseen magic down his pants.

“Now, anyone can be young and pretty, but there are really only two sorts of people looking for a date around here. Alpha males, and those who wish they were. And there is one thing that get both of them going, that invites them to dominate.” Gold stepped back and framed his hands sideways as if to take an invisible picture. Then he quickly slammed his hands together. To Tom, it felt like crashing into a pool of water. All of a sudden he was being compressed. His height fell from 5′10 foot down to a more modest 5'6. His limbs crushed in on themselves to meet his new height. Feet and hands adjusting down as well. His size 10 feet shrank to a boyish 7.5. His loss of height and body hair made him look not just young, but cute. The kind of look that if he got angry people would find it adorable. How on earth was any of this going to get him laid? Gold smiled, sensing his skepticism.

“Patience fam, the best is on the way! I promised I would change your mind.” Gold took one hand and placed it on Tom’s temple and with the other grabbed his small package.

“Wait what are you…. ohhh…” Tom moaned as his muscles slacked and resistance faded. He could feel a strange hum in his mind and a stirring in his dick. The sensation scared him but it was also too pleasurable to fight. Tom’s hair began to change, his sides faded down so you could see his skin, while the hair on the top also shortened, before collecting into a cute ruffle. Tom’s pecs remained small but the remaining fat converted into muscle giving him a toned look. His arms swelled with strength and pudgy stomach shrank into a faint but hard six-pack. At the same time, his small dick began to grow, gaining inches. His facial features became more pointed, eyes darkening with hunger and lust in them, and his mouth curled into a pout smile, with his lips puffing up into a pseudo duck shape unless consciously pulled back.

Old Tom would be embarrassed at him now, but Tommy was swimming in horniness, as he began to lust for boys and sex. Any knowledge he had gained, and dreams of careers faded and were replaced with a desire for screwing every boy in town. Gold’s smile transformed into a grin.

“One last thing to make you a proper fuckboi!” Gold said as his energies forced themselves into Tommy one last time. Two shiny studs pierced his ears, glistening in the sunlight. A golden bracelet appeared on his left wrist. Tommy looked down, feeling his dick still growing and tingling, and saw Calvin Klein underwear peeking out from a pair of baller shorts, with slowly filling bulge.

“Ahhhhhhhh fuck boooooooooi!” Tommy screamed in his soft, boyish voice as he came, filling his underwear with boy cream. Posters of video games vanished, replaced by posters of boys bands, athletes and cars. His new idols and interests. His computer shrank and changed into a worn-out basketball and books evaporated, replaced with sports gear, outdoor equipment and Men’s Fitness magazines.

Having done the final touches on wardrobe, accessories and interior decoration, Gold turned to Tommy. “I have a new Grindr bio ready to go for you. Just need a new photo to update your profile with. You should take it with your shirt off. Do it somewhere public, like an elevator or shopping mall, so you look easy and cheap. It’s fucks you want after all, not a boyfriend.”

[dyke-remy]

Live And Let Die, part 1

Part 2    Part 3    Part 4   Part 5   Part 6 

Description: Agent 008 and Agent 009, professional spies for the MI6 with liscense to kill. Partners in both work and love. After an agent goes missing the partners have to once more go out into the field. (It’s a James Bond AU)

You don’t need to know anything about James Bond to be able to read this fic, trust me

Words: 3516

It was 7 am when the alarm clock went off. It's loud blaring filled the room that had been peaceful a few seconds ago. Remus let out a grunt. Without opening his eyes he took out a knife from under his pillow and threw it at the clock. The noise disappeared.

"You can't keep doing that" Remy muttered, half yawning it out "Q is like running out of clocks"

"If he could make that morning star that also worked as a disco ball for my birthday he can make some new clocks" He replied.

The room (and the entire apartement) was of average size with just enough space for everything necessary. Which made sense, they didn't spend much time in there anyway. Soft morning light was shimmering in through the window.

The blanket had been wrinkled since Remy was laying over it with their head on the pillow. Remus had his arms wrapped around their waist. They were so close their hair twined together on the pillows. He leaned closer and gave his spouse a good morning kiss.

Their slow awakening was interrupted by someone knocking on the door. They glanced at one another as their expressions turned serious. Remus quietly got up and grabbed the gun laying on the nearest drawer. Butt naked as he was he sneaked over to the door and slowly opened it and at the same time held the gun out.

"Good morn- AAAHHHH!" Patton Moneypenny screamed when he saw the gun peeking out at him. He had on a dark blue knitted suit jacket with stylish bows instead of buttons. With it he had on wide blue matching suit pants.

Remus' posture relaxed when he saw who it was. He fully opened the door "Hiya Moneypenny. You should yell it's you next time or else your brain might paint the walls.....That would look kinda nice tho"

"You should take something on" Patton suggested with a cheerful smile while his cheeks went bright red.

"He should" Remy who had come up behind their husband agreed "One day someone will shoot your dick off"

"Naaaahhhh. They will be too surprised by seeing my massive cock to think about attacking me and then it'll be too late. Boom bang dead! It's a genius tactic!!"

Remy rolled their eyes. They sent Patton a warm smile before pulling him into a hug "Hiya PatPat! Wanna come in?"

"Yeah" As he looked around the room which he'd been in many times he continued with "M wants to meet you in 15 min"

M was the leader of the MI6, the organisation they all worked for. Patton had been his secretary for as long as anyone could remember. It would be weird to imagine M's office without Pat working tiredlesly on his desk right outside.

"15? Girl a lady needs time to get ready, what the fuck" Remy opened a drawer and pulled out the black suit pants, white shirt, black tie and black blazer that acted as their dress code.

"15? Oh! Too little time to spend with my Favorite person in the whole MI6!" Remus exclaimed. He still didn't have anything on.

He took Patton's hand and moved the other to lay on his waist. He spun him around in some sort of dance which made the shorter man giggle and blush harder. He tried not to look down at Remus'....

"Oh Mr. Moneypenny! Rotten apple of my eye! Every mission is spent missing you!" he continued to dramatically lament. He dipped Patton and playfully moved in for a kiss.

Patton let out a chuckle while leaning his head away. "I'm married"

"Ah yes! The greatest tragedy of my life!" Remus held his hand over his heart and all.

"Tragedy indeed" Remy commented before flicking their finger to the back of their husband's head. They dumped his clothes onto his head too "C'mon gal the sooner you get done the sooner you can go out and play fisticuffs with someone"

"Fantastic point dear!"

After gettin dressed Remus jumped up on the bed and pressed a specific spot on the painting on the wall. It turned around to reveal a collection of guns, knives and various other weapons hidden behind it. He patted his morning star and throwing stars goodmorning, fully knowing that M nor Q would allow him to bring them on a mission. Instead he took a gun and carefully cleaned it as if he was cleaning a marble vase.

"I hate these fucking suits. They're so boring. No style. No style at all!!" Remy groaned out while tying their husband's tie because he'd been a spy for 7 years now and he still couldn't tie a tie.

Patton nodded along in sympathy "Very gay of you to think that" The duke chuckled.

They fixed his shirt which had been buttoned wrong "I don't think about fashion because I am gay as fuck! I think about it 'cause I've tots been the most fantastic disguiser here for years and fashion is like integral to a good disguise!! Besides my mothers are fashion legends and I gotta represent y'know"

"I know"

He handed over a gun (Handler ppk) and a few different knives to his spouse who swiftly hid it in different places on their suit. He himself preffered a bit more heavy handed attilery even when it came to handguns.

The couple followed Moneypenny out of their apartement. They lived in a normal looking apartement complex, a little bit fancier than a normal one. They went into a cleaning scrub.

Patton grabbed a mop standing in the corner. He pulled off the top of the handle revealing a scanner underneath. He pressed his thumb against it. A panel of numbers appeared on the wall. He quickly pressed in a code which finally made the inner wall open up, revealing an elevator.

They stepped inside and chit chatted about the weather and what they'd done on the weekend as the elevator went down.

The elevator opened with a satisfying ding. They were many many levels underground now. Long grey hallways stretched forward. It could be a maze for someone new to the place. Patton walked in front of the other two, he knew it like his backpocket.

After 5 or so minutes of walking he stopped by his secretary desk and sat down. There were stacks of paper work on his desk and cute animal posters hanging on the wall beside him.

Remus leaned over the desk and moved a piece of Patton's hair behind his ear "One day I'll get you on a date my dear Moneypenny"

"Sure you will mr. Octopussy. For now I think you will have to stay satisfied with taking whatever mission M gives you"

Remy took Remus' hand and dragged him with them into M's office. He was able to blow a kiss to Patton on his way in. Pat simple chuckled and rolled his eyes. They both knew neither of them were serious.

The office was an old fashioned one with walls and furniture of dark wood. Purple satin clad the windows. Plants and terrariums littered the room and all kinds of snakes slittered about.

Though the biggest snake of them all sat in the chair behind the desk. M. Most people called him Deceit. He had a menacing smile, ebony skin and dark hair pulled back into a braid that reached his shoulder. On his shoulder laid one of his most dearest and most deadliest pets.

"Look who finally decided to join us" M greeted as they came in.

"Aww you missed us so much didn't you??" Remus replied while sitting down on one of the chairs in a way no normal person should "It's okay Deecy. We can invite you to our next movie night"

"Yeah" Remy sat down on the desk and leaned close to Deceit "We're gonna watch Saw 4 and legally blond"

"I can think of much better ways to waste my time thank you. So onto ghe case. It's about-"

M stopped talking because the agents were obviously too busy flirting with each other to listen. It was nothing compared to how they used to spend entire briefings making out right when they'd started dating.

"Please if I wanted to get ignored I would go home to my children which honestly I wish I could" M muttered.

He gave one of his snakes a pat on the head before sending it to twist around Remus' neck which made them both shut up very quickly.

"So about the case. Agent 0012-"

"Like Emile Picani 0012?" Remy interrupted.

"No agent 0012 the giant whale. Yes Picani"

"Oh he's a great kisser! Babe y'know how I like worked in the Q department a bit before becoming a full fletched agent. Yeah I was Pic's quartermaster. We would stay together during missions sometimes. We made out lots and he showed me a bunch of like cartoons"

Deceit put on a more serious expression "He's gone off the radar. He was sent on a mission to Latvia together with 005. Agent 005 has been confirmed dead. Right now we're suspecting that Picani is the killer"

"He wouldn't!" Remy objected.

"We can never be sure. He could have gone rough or been paid to turn sides. Or he's being tortured right at this moment. Anything could have happened"

"I wish I was being tortured right at this moment" Remus who had completely zoned out until now added.

"Well you can gladly take his place if you found him then. He and 005 were supposed to attend a poker night. I suggest you two attend it in case he is there. Disguised of course. If he's gone rough we can't have him be hostile towards you if he recognises you.

"Non suspicious straight couple?" Remus asked while looking over at Remy.

"Non suspicious straight couple!" They replied while high fiveing him.

--

A bit over a day later later Remus was driving a silver aston martin. They were on their way to the casino which was placed away from any nearby town. Among the snowy hills the ice casino stood tall.

"Girl these shoes hurt worse than the time I got shot" Remy groaned while fixing their high heels.

"You can just change shoes y'know" Remus replied.

They looked at him as if he'd just spit in their food "No??? It's part of the character girl!! Like you can't do a great disguise if you don't dress like the character would"

"Which characters are we tonight?"

Remy shone up into a smile "Glad you asked! You are Louis Roy. French guy who inheritated his dad's company. Total asshole. Straight cis you know the type. You're 36-"

"Is that why you put all that make up on me? To make me look old?"

"Yep. And your mustache tots helped. I'm Chelsea Roy. 24. Model. Married you for the money. Housewife. I'm cheating on you with your dad"

Remus let out a fake audible gasp "In return I only married you because I liked your feet model work"

"Touche"

The car stopped in the parking lot of the casino. Remus leaned back in his seat and checked his gun. He glanced over at his spouse who was strapping a blade to their thigh.

"What?" They asked when they caught him looking.

"Nothing" There was a soft smile on his lips "I just love you. Like a giant elephants heart ripped out and bleeding on the ground love y'know"

"I know"

Remy unbuttoned the top button on Remus' tuxedo shirt. They pressed a kiss right below his shoulder, leaving a red lipstick mark, before buttoning it again so it was hidden.

"Just as a reminder" They explained with a cheeky smile.

Remy leanded against Remus' shoulder to fully look like arm candy as they entered the casino. A worker took their coats by the door. Uphead was a luxurious bar made of ice and a large area with tables here and there to mingle. To the left was the casino area. It was the only place where nothing was made out of ice. Instead glistening lights shone on red slot machines and people in expensive clothing were gathered around large poker tables. To the right was the entrance to the casino's hotel and the desk to get keys.

The couple casully went around the mingle area while looking for Picani in the crowd of hundreds of people.

"People are looking at you" Remus mumbled to them after at least 2 guys has been too busy looking at his spouse to not walk into walls.

"Who can blame them" Remy shrugged.

They had on a dark blue satin dress with an open back and a slit on the front so they could move easier. Their wavy light brown hair was pressed down under a blond wig and they had a fake sapphire necklace around their neck. Their dark eyeliner stood out against their pale skin. Remus had on a black tuxedo with a matching bowtie. His dark brown, nearly black hair had been slicked back. His olive toned bordering on brown skin honestly looked amazing in the lighting of the casino.

"Q said Picani was supposed to stay in room 235 so I'll like go and get the key while you like mingle or something I dunno. Kay?" Remy more commanded then asked.

"Yes dear! " He did a mini salute while sticking his tounge out before walking away.

All the keys to the rooms were hanging on the wall behind the desk. Remy took off their necklace while walking up to it. They fixed their posture and took a deep breathe to get ready to make their voice as high as possible.

"Exscuse me sir!" They put on a panicked tone as they walked behind the desk.

The man who presumebly worked at the hotel glanced at them before doing a double take and full on looking at them with heart eyes. "Something wrong?"

They put on a bright smile and twirled the end of their hair between their fingers "Yeah I uh just kinda dropped my necklace and it's like suuuper hard to put on by my own so could you like put it on for me? Pleease?"

"Of course!"

Remy handee him the necklace and turned towards the wall. While he was busy putting it on they took the keys to room 235 without making a single sound. In one smooth motion they stuck it to where the blade was already strapped to their thigh.

"Done!" He said.

They sent him another smile "Do I look good?"

"You look amazing!!"

"Aww thanks sweetie"

They sauntered of without another word. They took a glass of champange from a server they passed to look more casual. They inspected the key while looking for Remus. When they stuck their nails down into it a mark was left if only for a moment. It was a fake.

Remus was sitting by the poker table, loudly boosting about a made up story while betting way more money than he should. He shone up into a grin when he saw Remy. They leaned on his chair and moved one hand to comb through his hair. He moved an arm around their waist to pull them closer knowing fully well that his spouse was distracting everyone else in the poker game.

"Got the key?" He whispered.

"Got the key. It's a replica. I can see it"

"Okay so Picani has the other one. Makes sense. Now we know he's alright"

"Nah girl" Remy glanced around at the other players "Trick them into shoving their keys. Trust me"

"I always do" Remus put on a cocky smirk and leaned his elbows onto the table "Isn't this game becoming a bit boring? How about this: we all bet the amount of money our hotel rooms cost. Including the ones just for the ladies if you get me hurr hurr" He took out the key to his room he'd gotten from Q and laid it on the table "Just as a showing"

Most of the people had been drinking so they all threw up their keys without much thought. Remy subtly moved around the table and glanced at the keys while Remus continued with the game.

Remy stopped midstepped and quickly walked back to him. They made it look like they were kissing his cheek when they were actually whispering

"The mistah on the other side of the table was the one who threw the second 235 key. You know his name or do I have to like pretend flirt the ugly bastard?"

"Ron Stewart. Was real quick to introduce himself just to brag about his money"

"Good. Q can deal with like finding info about him. We gotta find Picani"

They grabbed him by his arm and dragged him up from the table. Remus made some comment about women always hurrying to the other people around the table while quickly throwing his cards away.

He took their hand in his and intertwined their fingers as they entered the hotel part. Ice chandelierd hung in the hallways and deep crimson mattresses where laid over the icy floor. He held his other hand close to where his gun holster was hidden under his jacket.

The door up to the second floor was locked. The two of them glanced at each other. Now they relly knew something was off. Remy took out 2 hairpins from their wig and unlocked the door in under 3 minutes.

The hallways were eerie and quiet. The lights were low and the sounds from the casino were now only dull faraway whispers.

Sudden footsteps were heard. Remy pressed their back against the wall and pulled Remus by his collar into a deep kiss. Out of the corner of their eye they saw a guard walk into the hallway. It was clear there was a gun hidden in a holster connected to his belt. The enby hoped he would just leave them alone if they made out hard enough. It usually worked.

When he saw them his already grumpy expression turned into a grimace. He grabbed onto Remus' shoulder and forced him out of the kiss.

"Visitors aren't allowed on the second floof" He said in a gruff voice.

"Oh come on. Whats a guy gotta do to get some privacy" Remus replied while keeping his arm around Remy's shoulder. They nodded along while blinking innocently and swaying back and forth.

The guard seemed to think for a moment. He took a step back before in a split second pulling out his gun and pointing it at them.

Remus went on instinct as he moved forward and forced the gun out of his hand. He stood like a shield in front of Remy in case it shot. The guard stumbled back as the gun was dragged out of his hands.

Remy shot forward. They dug their nails down into the guard's wrist and kicked his knee to get him off his balance. With a huff they turned around and with the motion swung him over their shoulder and down on the ground. Before he even had time to regain his breathe they kicked their foot onto his neck, knocking him out instantly.

"Should keep him out for long enough" They commented while leaning down to feel his pulse.

"I love it when you do that sudden kissy thing. I wish murderous people would walk in on us more so you'd do it more often" Remus replied.

"Babe you can literally ask me to kiss you whenever"

"It's not the same if the threat of death isn't looming over us!!" Remus did an overexagarated pout.

Remy stood up and moved the blade on their thigh to their hand "Leave that to when we've found Picani" They said while continuing into the next hallway.

Remus quickly followed them, even walking a bit before them so if another guard showed up they would shoot at him first. "So eager to see him huh?"

"Duh. He was like the closest thing I had to a boyfriend before I met you. Like sure we were never official but we kissed and did all that sorta couplesy stuff. I haven't seen him like years! I wanna catch up y'know"

"Do I have to be afraid of being replaced" Remus joked.

They bumped against his shoulder "Babe neva!"

He was about to reply with something lovey dovey but the conversation immediatly stopped as they both saw it. Room 235. The door stood slightly open.

They moved silently, weapons in hand. Remy was the first in. They looked around with urgency in their eyes. They searched through the entrance before going into the bedroom. Remus checked the bathroom but there wasn't a trace of him. No traces of other people either.

A sudden choked back sob came from the bedroom. Remus ran to it while holding back the urge to yell out his lover's name.

Remy stood with shaking shoulders by the door. On the floor with his back leaned against the bed sat Emile Picani. Dead.

[shibalen]

[1/3] Hi~ May I pls request a Magi + KnY romantic male matchup? I'm a 5'0 hetero fem. I love to draw & sing especially! (I sing opera & I wanna be a voice teacher) I often take endless pics of the sunset and sea bc it's so pretty. I dislike bossy ppl. Quirk: I have a red birthmark on my arm shaped like Alaska lol! To strangers, I'm quiet, shy, friendly, and kind of a loner bc I'm rlly awkward (plus I value my time alone) I easily open up to funny ppl tho.

[2/3] In private, I'm more chill, funny & playful, especially w/ family. I can joke around them a lot. I have a short temper but I forgive just as quickly. I tend to smile or laugh a lot if I'm feeling embarrassed, sometimes I feel stupid for doing so :( I can be hard on myself yet I feel it's necessary to improve. I'm an appreciative person so I'll say thank you like 1000 times lol! I like to be straightforward in relationships even tho I still may be shy. I highly value family & honesty.

[3/3] I'd prefer a s/o who is family-oriented, devoted & genuine. It'd be great if they have a sense of humor too! I'd be the type to sing softly to my s/o while we're alone and close together. Maybe try to lull them to sleep, hehe! Thank you so much! Sorry it was so long, please take your time! I appreciate your hard work! Stay safe and healthy!! (*´︶`*)ﾉ"=͟͟͞͞♡

♡︎ matchup for @ne-nene-ne

bonjour! omg we sound so much alike? idk maybe it's just me? hehe

anyhowdies, thank you for your patience and popping up in my notifications so often! here is your mauchup~

|| magi: i match you with . . .

koumei ren

• since Koumei is not fond of loud and lively people, he would love all of your qualities! you're quiet but still easy to get along with, playful but value family as much as he. someone as well-balanced is a good match for him.

• he completely understands the habit of being hard on oneself. i feel like he's like that as well (hence all those hours of work) while he can appreciate your need to improve, he never fails to check up on you, ensuring you're not being overly critical of yourself.

• you wish he could do the same for himself because the words 'enough sleep' and 'self care' do not apparently belong into this man's vocabulary. you gotta gently remind him to eat and take a bath.

• also pls lull him to sleep, he needs it. all those late nights planning military strategies have done their part so your heavenly voice is the only thing that can put him at ease.

• you can just be talking and he already finds himself relaxing.

• he's eternally grateful to you for coming into his life ♡︎

• Komei is incredibly devoted and would never dream of betraying you. if he comes back late, know he was not out doing anything unfaithful but once again got emerged in planning tactics.

• he knows you get angry at him sometimes for it so he will try to make it up to you by any means!

• your first meeting was at an arranged marriage. your arranged marriage. it was something neither of you wanted at first and honestly it was pretty awkward with both of you being more reserved (ーー;)

• it wasn't until you bumped into each other in the drawing room that you began talking about your shared interests and growing closer.

• since then drawing became reserved for spending quality time together and relaxing.

• Koumei got a tad insecure though when he realised he had fallen in love with you although you were already married. he knew he was inferior when it came to appearances and quite sloppy in mannerisms compared to his brothers, poor thing.

• thankfully you caught onto that quite quickly and reassured him you loved him just the way he was ♡( ◡‿◡ )

• for someone so smart Koumei had no idea what to do except stand there with butterflies in his stomach and heart warming up so much the heat reached to his cheeks.

• he may appear like a gentleman, but once you've gotten past that layer you'll find out he has quite the sense of humor.

• you can joke around with him all you want as long as it's about nothing too inappropriate. you should also expect some light-hearted teasing, hehe

• i'm sorry to say this but occasionally your height will be targeted, he can't help but rest his hand on your head. it's cute, it's vulnerable, it's free real estate!

• if you get annoyed by this he'll just feign innocence . . .

• "could you stop using me as your armrest?"

• "armrest? what are you talking about? i am simply expressing my love for you through physical affection, my dear :)"

• more than teasing though, Koumei likes complimenting you. he will ruffle your hair affectionately, tell you what a good job you've done, how pretty you you look. you might think it's just flattery but rest assured all of these come from his heart!

• look no further because Koumei will use his status to show you the most beautiful sceneries in Kou.

• sunsets from high towers, a wide view of the ocean from imperial ships. when you've got a bit more time he'll carry you through the skies at twilight with his djin equip.

• sneaky bastard might just do a few stunts to have you cling onto him tighter (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

• he prefers staying indoors during his free time so he'd be more than happy to listen to you practice opera singing.

• sometimes he goes outside to feed pidgeons and invites you along. those are such peaceful moments when you can talk about your worries or just admire how nice the weather is.

• Koumei lowkey prays you won't get into fights with Kouen or Kouha because they're both really bossy and you have a short temper.

• but because family is important for them as well, you'll learn to get by. he's so happy.

• though when will you start to think about having your own family? that's a question for later date because at the moment all Koumei wants is to live a happy, comfortable life with you ♡︎

runner up: Alibaba Saluja

⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

|| kimetsu no yaiba: i match you with . . .

tanjirō kamado

• you guys have such matching sweetheart energies that i had to put you together!

• you also have the same values of family and honesty which makes your relationship all the stronger. you both respect each other and there is nothing but trust in your communication.

• your first meeting happened when you were teamed up together for a mission along with Zenitsu and Inosuke. Zenitsu immediately, of course, got googly eyed for you and feral boy Inosuke wanted to fight you.

• you started feeling awkward with so much going on but Tanjirō quickly got them to give you space.

• he approached you so kindly, understanding you were shy in this new situation.

• it took little time for you to open up to the Kamaboko gang, seeing as how bizarre they are, but Tanjirō was special from the beginning. needless to say, he was curious about you as well |ω-o)

• you two hit it off so well and continued to hang out after the mission. he never pressured you to talk and his patience felt almost godsent. with every new bit he learnt about you Tanjirō found himself becoming more and more enamoured with you.

• he finds your playful yet relaxed mannerisms so pleasant. you're like his sanctuary whenever he needs a break from the restless world around him. he knows he can tell you everything and anything and you'll listen.

• Tanjirō absolutely loves pampering you! you're such a lovely person that all he wants is to make sure you receive back all the positivity that you spread around.

• he won't judge you for your short temper, i mean he's friends with Inosuke after all. he'll only ever look at you with sweet, loving eyes.

• if you do have a small argument, you both end up apologising a million times and laughing cause neither of you will stop saying sorry. it's the cutest thing.

• Tanjirō is a bit on the serious side, and it's canon that he's insecure about the trait. it would be so wholesome if you taught him how to loosen up and joke around!

• he'd be clumsy at it at first but gradually get the hang of it.

• his jokes would still be so bad, poor child. you think it's really adorable though and laugh anyway ♡︎

• that proud twinkle in his eyes when he sees he succeeded making you smile is just— asdfghjk so full of love

• will assure you there is never anything wrong with laughing or smiling. your laugh is one of the most beautiful sounds to him so be prepared for a lot of silly jokes.

• please teach this boy to draw, i'm begging

• you and Nezuko are basically like siblings already. Tanjirō's heart swells every time he finds you with Nezuko, braiding her hair, singing to her or even simply giving her headpats.

• it's during times like those especially that he knows he wants to spend the rest of his life together with you.

• won't not brag about it aloud but Tanjirō likes he's the only person that get to hear you sing (aside from Nezuko) it's like your little secret, something that's reserved for him alone

• Zenitsu always grits his teeth seeing what lovebirds you are. though you were both a little shy about it at first, there is almost always some physical affection between you: hand holding, leaning against each other, cute, fluttering kisses.

• his favourite places to kiss you are your forehead and lips. he may get a bit flustered if you do it to him though but that's because he's so happy ♡︎

• !sharing cool scar/birthmark stories!

• "see, it looks like Alaska!"

• ". . . what's an Alaska? is it an animal?"

• "no, it's a land, silly. a very faraway land."

• "oh, i see! we should go there together some day. it'll be great!"

• your dates include many walks and picnics in the forest. he wants to show you all the best views of sunsets and oceans there are!

• i know this sounds corny but Tanjirō will 100% gaze at you instead while you're admiring the scenery. your reaction is just so precious and you look absolutely stunning in the soft light. you can't really blame him for being smitten ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

• he will remind you every day how dear you are to him. with daily but meaningful displays of affection, Tanjirō lets you know he will never leave your side ♡︎

runner up: Kyōjuro Rengoku

i hope you enjoyed! i admit i haven't seen magi in ages so i don't know how well it turned out ㆆ﹏ㆆ but thank you for the kind wishes, and make sure to take time off to breathe ♡︎

[sinplisticshawn]

get your kicks - prologue: home

pic cred shawnmendesgallery

A/N: hello hello happy new year friends!!!!! this shitshow of a story is brought to u by my procrastination and @evansweaters​ ’s 2k writing challenge. i haven’t written in a loooooong ass time, but i really wanna get back into it so even if it sucks im kinda okay with that. gotta start somewhere!!!! so yeah here we go. hope i do ya proud sami. 

prompt: road trip au + shawn mendes (ft. college!shawn and best friend!shawn)

warnings: language, some heavy-handed exposition pls forgive me lol

word count: 1.7k

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Amelina had fully expected the house to be empty when she walked in. Four in the afternoon on a Thursday meant her parents were both still at work, and if she remembered correctly, Luis would still be in his last period history class that he raved about every time he called. All of this in mind, she found it completely fair that she screamed bloody murder when all six feet and two inches of white man greeted her with a tackle from behind and a shout of her name.

“Shawn, you absolute ass, what are you doing?” she questioned with a glare when he laughed with his whole body.

“Waiting for you to get home?” he said as if it should be obvious why he was in her house alone when his own home was right next door. “Rosalia said you were coming home today and that I was welcome to wait on you. So I did. I missed you.”

Amelina finally caught her breath and relaxed into his tackle, letting it become a hug. His grip loosened when he dropped his head beside hers and spoke — a little softer that time with his voice muffled in her shoulder.

“Seven months was too long, Lina.”

She squeezed his arm.

“I know.”

______

“Oh my god, and did I even tell you Liyah has a boyfriend now too?”

The incredulous look on Shawn’s face and the way he dramatically dropped the butter knife and bun he had been holding made Lina snort before casting her mother a knowing glance. Lina and Shawn had spent some time at the dining table catching up on their semester apart before her mother arrived shortly after her. After properly welcoming her daughter home, Rosalia asked them to make themselves useful and get started on dinner.

“Does she now?” Lina said, doing her best to seem oblivious as she tossed the veggies in the pan.

“Yeah! I’m gone for half a semester and I come back and she’s all curled up with this Rohail kid on our couch!”

“Rohail? That’s one of Luis’s friends. Nice boy,” Rosalia said.

“I don’t care if he’s a nice boy, she’s fifteen. Why does she even—”

“Lina, have you booked your flight yet?”

Shawn’s tantrum was cut short when Lina’s father called out to her from just outside the kitchen. He had arrived a bit after her mother and made a beeline for his bathroom after giving his daughter a hug. Fully refreshed and having changed out of his work suit and into his favorite cargo shorts, he walked in with his head down, phone in hand.

Lina could feel Shawn’s eyes boring into her back.

“Uh no– no, I haven’t.”

“Your flight?”

The two spoke at the same time, her voice suddenly nervous and his almost concerned. She didn’t take her eyes off of the sautéing onions and peppers.

“Yeah. LAX. I have an interview.”

Her voice stayed steady, but she let herself sneak a peek over her shoulder. Confusion was clear on Shawn’s face, but the slight tilt to his lip suggested hurt. 

“Interview?” was all he managed to stutter out.

“My little Lina is in the final round of interviews for a very prestigious internship,” her father announced, pocketing his phone and crossing the kitchen to kiss her head with a massive grin. He really couldn’t be prouder, but in that moment, Lina found herself almost wishing he cared just a little less. Or at least was quieter about it.

“Oh shit,” Shawn said, his voice much softer than it was mere minutes before when he was talking about his sister. “Congrats, Lina. That’s real big.”

“Thanks,” she said quietly.

Sensing the tension, her mother cleared her throat and gestured to the window that faced the street.

“Looks like your parents are back, mijo. Amelina, why don’t you go say hello and invite them over? You dad can finish up here.”

Rosalia took the spatula and pan from her daughter and shoved them towards her confused husband. Lina nodded, thankful for her mother. She kissed her father’s cheek as a quick way of saying don’t worry, you’re only kind of in trouble before she gestured to the door at Shawn.

“So LA, huh?”

He fought to keep his voice even, walking casually with his hands in his pockets and kicking at rocks as they crossed the street to his house.

“Yeah. Yeah, LA.”

“So would you like… leave UC?”

“Nah, it’s just a one-semester co-op kinda thing. I’d be in LA for the spring taking online classes and working full time, then I go back next fall.”

“Oh okay.”

“Lina!”

Before the front door of the Mendes house was full open, Aaliyah barreled towards Lina.

“I missed you. Don’t leave me again for that long, damn.”

“Missed you too, hun,” Lina responded, finally letting go of Shawn’s little sister. “How is my favorite girl doing? How’d your one-month go?”

“It was so cute, Lina, oh my god. We went to the drive-in and—”

“You what?!” Shawn broke his silence, quickly moving from where he had been watching from the door. The smile he wore watching the reunion fell immediately and was replaced with a scowl. “And you!” he whipped his head towards his best friend. “You knew!”

Lina shrugged. Shawn huffed.

“No respect in this damn house.”

He brushed past his mom, quickly kissing her head before stalking off to the bathroom. Karen threw Aaliyah an inquisitive look as she entered the living room before rolling her eyes at her son’s dramatics. Finally, she made it to Amelina and enveloped her in a hug.

“Welcome home, love.”

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Evening found the Mendes clan spread out through the Moreno’s living room in a post-dinner laze. Lina’s parents were in deep conversation with Manny while Karen, Lina, and Shawn grilled Aaliyah about her new relationship, but Lina’s attention was admittedly elsewhere. From where she was sitting, her entire left side pressed against Shawn’s right, she could feel his other leg shaking and his fingers picking at a thread in her jeans – an old habit of his that she had grown used to when they were younger but which felt oddly foreign after months apart. Like hers, his attention seemed split as he was only barely participating in the conversation he was so passionate about just hours earlier. While Aaliyah gave a dramatic retelling of her adorably disastrous first date, Lina turned to Shawn.

“You okay?”

As if the string suddenly stung, his movements froze, and he jerked his hand away. He mashed his lips the way he did when he was deciding whether or not to tell the truth.

“Can we— can we go outside for a bit?”

Lina nodded with some concerned hesitation, following as he stood and pulled her with him. No one seemed to notice or care as they made their way out onto the patio swing where he pulled them both down with a huff. They sat quietly, pushing off against the fire pit in front of them to make the seat swing. Amidst the silence, it was like the words had been punched out of him when Shawn finally spoke.

“Why didn’t you tell me about LA?”

“It’s not a sure thing yet,” Lina mumbled. “I didn’t want to cause a fuss.”

“That’s the shit we’re supposed to talk about though! The not-sure-yet things. The ‘maybe’s and the ‘hopefully’s and the ‘I don’t know’s. I mean, fuck, since when do you avoid causing a fuss with me? Since when am I the last to find out?”

Shawn had sprung out of his seat and was pacing in front of her. Everything he hadn’t said since they were in the kitchen together that afternoon came pouring out between short huffing breaths, and Lina didn’t know what to do except sit still and quiet and listen as her best friend told her everything she already knew.

“I had to find out about Andy through my mom. I had no idea you broke up with her until two weeks later, and by then, I felt like an idiot even asking about it.”

“Shawn, I’m sorry.”

“And we said we’d never go longer than three months. We just doubled that and—”

“I know, and I’m really sorry that I couldn’t—”

“I don’t want you to apologize, Lina, goddammit. I get it. Life happens. I just…” His voice caught in his throat. With a sigh, he fell back into the seat beside her with his eyes closed. His voice was softer when he spoke again.

“I feel like I’m losing my best friend.”

As much as she wanted to reassure him, to flick him on the forehead and ask are you stupid?! she knew he was right. She had felt it too, and she didn’t have the will to lie to him and say that she didn’t.

“It’s not…” she paused, gathering her thoughts. “You aren’t losing me. We’ve just drifted, I guess.”

“That’s almost worse. That’s what adults say.”

“I guess that makes us adults now.”

“I don’t wanna drift, though, Lina,” Shawn admitted in a small voice as her reached for her hand. She let him have it on instinct, and he relaxed just a bit.

A moment of thought spent tracing her thumb over his swallow tattoo bred an idea, and the grin that overtook her face had Shawn confused and a little scared.

“Then we won’t.”

______

“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather just fly, mija?”

“I’m sure. This will be so much better,” Lina told her dad, beaming as she pulled on the straps of her backpack.

“Ready?” Shawn called out to her as he approached from across the street with his own backpack slung over one shoulder.

Between them was the large white van that would be their home for the next several days. Packed with luggage and pillows and blankets to last them until California and painted with phrases like “ROUTE 66 BABY!” and “SUMMER BREAK 2K19” courtesy of Aaliyah and Luis, it was truly an eyesore. And Lina absolutely loved the sight of it.

“Ready!”

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A/N: i don’t have an update schedule for this, but i hope to stay somewhat regular. feel free to yell at me if i don’t. i also don’t have a taglist yet but if yall would be interested in that just shoot me an ask! hope you liked it and happy new year!

[shawnstoriesx]

Cup Confessions Pt 2

i wasn’t planning on having a part 2 but a lot of ppl messaged me about it so here ya go XD I’m not rlly good at ending stories tho so feedback is appreciated

YN’s gaze kept darting from Shawn, to his hand on the girl’s waist, to the girl.

She was hurt. YN thought that she and Shawn had a connection. They shared a moment or two at the party. What was this? YN shook those thoughts from her head. It was nothing. She was nothing but a friend to Shawn. A childhood crush. She wishes she could say that’s all he meant to her too.

YN plastered on a fake smile but it was too forced and Shawn could tell. “Just picking up a friend’s shift.”

Laura coughed, which forced Shawn’s eyes which had been glued to YN back on her, before she turned her gaze to YN. “Aren’t you going to introduce us Shawn?”

“Oh right. Um, Laura this is YN. We were neighbors growing up. And YN this is Laura...” He paused as he finally noticed where his hand was, quickly dropping it from the girl’s waist. “My friend.”

Right. “Hi Laura.” YN said, flashing her what she hoped was a sincere smile, while the other girl just acknowledged YN with a nod.

A tense silence settled between YN and Shawn before YN quickly turned around, shouting over her shoulder, “Sorry, a lot of drinks to prepare. Gotta blast.”

That was an obvious lie. There were only one or two other people waiting for their drinks, which the other baristas were already preparing.

Shawn was about to say something but YN had walked away already.

***

“Hey Smith. I’m not feeling too well right now. I think I caught whatever’s going around. Don’t think I can work this week.” YN said into the phone.

“It’s no problem. Feel better.” her manager replied before hanging up.

She let out a deep sigh of relief before falling back into her bed. She wasn’t completely lying. Ever since she had seen Shawn with his girlfriend earlier that day, YN had been feeling nauseous.

“You need to get over him,” she told herself. There was no reason for her to be this heartbroken. They were never ever a thing and weren’t even an important part of each other’s lives until a week ago. YN couldn’t forget about what happened at the party though. That felt more than friendly. Her mind raced with thoughts all day.

***

It was now the next morning and YN was headed to her first class of the day. She figured she’d drop by the Starbucks, even though she wasn’t supposed to be working, and prepare herself a little drink since she couldn’t sleep very well last night.

However, YN stopped in her tracks. There was Shawn, sitting at the table they always talked at after her shift, alone. He was staring blankly at the counter and didn’t notice her approaching the shop.

She could tell he looked miserable and YN wanted to reach out to comfort him. She had only taken a couple steps in his direction before his phone started ringing.

“Hey Laura, thanks for calling back.” she heard him say and she swiftly turned back around.

He didn’t need YN’s comfort. He has Laura. YN reminded herself. She couldn’t get in the way of that.

YN took one long look at Shawn before turning back and walking to her class.

***

The week flew by quickly. YN was given plenty of distractions from Shawn. 2 exams, 2 essay.

YN also hadn’t been to the Starbucks again since that Monday morning so she figured she’d just drop in to say hi and tell her manager that she was feeling a lot better.

“Hey Jennifer!” YN yelled as she walked into the nearly empty shop. It was never busy during this time.

“Haven’t seen you in forever.” her friend yelled back.

YN giggled before walking behind the counter and making herself a drink. “It’s been horrible hasn’t it. Probably so boring without me.”

The other girl have her a playful smack with the towel she was using to wipe the counter. “Actually, it’s been pretty interesting this week.”

YN raised an eyebrow at Jennifer, urging her to go on. She loved drama and working at Starbucks, one of the busiest places on campus, let YN and her coworkers be firsthand witnesses to it if they were attentive enough.

“I counted at least 3 horrible coffee dates. And this one TA was doing a coffee run and dropped almost every drink as he was walking away.” The two shared a laugh at that. “Also...remember that guy that asked me for your schedule? He’s been here practically everyday looking very sad.”

YN perked up at this. “What guy?”

“I forget his name but he was very tall and very handsome. He kept swinging by in the afternoons and it looked like he was looking for somebody because he never ordered. So I called him out on it.”

YN gasped. “Shawn? What’d you say? When’d this happen? Why didn’t you tell me?” she rushed.

Jennifer laughed at YN’s sudden peak in interest. “Woah woah slow down a bit and let me try to remember.” She paused a bit before continuing on with the story. “So yeah...I asked if he wanted a drink or anything so he finally came up to order and he asked me about you and why you weren’t working anymore. So I explained to him that you normally only worked in the morning.”

“Isn’t that illegal.” YN said with mock seriousness which elicited a loud laugh from the other girl.

“Normally I wouldn’t but he was pretty cute and I thought you needed a boyfriend. Plus he showed me his lockscreen and it was an old picture but I could definitely tell it was a pic of you two as kids so I knew he wasn’t a complete stranger or anything.”

What?

“Anyways...” Jennifer continued. “He’s been coming back at this time looking for someone again. Kinda weird.”

YN nodded, processing all this new information. Shawn was probably looking for her. He wouldn’t put all this effort into finding her unless he really liked her...right?

She was deep in thought when YN finally grasped what Jennifer had said. “Wait. He comes at this time now?”

Just as she said that, YN heard the door swing open and she turned around to see Shawn walking straight towards her.

“Um Hey YN, haven’t seen you in a while.” he muttered.

She let out a nervous chuckle as she nodded her head. “Yeah I’ve been busy and I was sick for a while.”

A flash of concern spread through his face and YN’s heart started to race.

“It wasn’t anything serious though.” she quickly added.

“Oh that’s good. Can we talk really quickly?”

She reluctantly agreed and the two walked to their regular table.

***

“So what’d you want to tell me?” YN said nonchalantly, hoping to dispel the tense aura that had suddenly overcome them.

“Uh...about Laura.”

YN frowned. “Your girlfriend?”

Shawn let out a deep sigh and shook his head. “She’s not my girlfriend YN. I just wanted to tell you that.”

She stared at him. “Oh...okay. I just thought that-“

“I mean we’re just sleeping together...err we used to. But it was nothing serious to me. I don’t like her in that way...I just like the affection yknow. So yeah. It was bothering me and I wanted to tell you so that it didn’t mess anything up between us.” he nervously chuckled.

YN shifted her gaze downwards, not looking him in the eye. “Why would that mess anything up between us?” She paused a bit before asking “We aren’t dating or anything right?”

Shawn frowned. “Well...I just thought that...” he started before stopping himself. He muttered something that YN couldn’t quite hear before looking back up to her. “Never mind. You’re right. We’re just friends. Don’t know why I told you that.” he awkwardly laughed.

She reciprocated the laugh, just as awkwardly, and then there was silence, neither friend knowing what to say.

***

“YN, you HAVE to come to this party with me! Like you HAVE to!” Jennifer said excitedly as they were both getting off their shifts.

YN shook her head. “I’d rather not.” She thought back to the party with Shawn, a sad smile creeped up her face. YN had gotten back to work but Shawn had stopped coming in the mornings and YN would be lying if she said she wasn’t sad.

“YN!” the other girl whined. “I need you there to take care of me.”

Jennifer batted her lashes and leaned into YN, causing both girls to fall in a fit of laughter.

“Okay okay. You got me.” YN said in between giggles. “Whose party is it anyways?”

“Don’t know. I just heard customers talking about it.”

***

“Where r u” YN texted. She had been at the party for 10 minutes now and Jennifer was nowhere in sight. Why’d I agree to party crash?

She didn’t recognize a single person at the party and had been awkwardly looming in a corner of the house, taking in her surroundings. The house didn’t have a lot of furniture but it had a lot of pictures on the wall.

Walking towards the kitchen to get water, YN’s eyes stayed glued to the framed pictures. Some family pictures. A picture of a someone’s dog. Couple pictures.

YN stopped in her tracks as her eye fell on a specific picture framed on the wall. It was a childhood picture of her and Shawn. She had this same picture framed in her bedroom back home.

What the fuck? Why was this here?

YN’s eyes scanned all the other pictures. Shawn was in a number of them too. She gasped as she suddenly realized this is Shawn’s house. She just crashed Shawn’s party.

YN was quickly turned around by an arm wrapping around her waist and she let out a surprised yelp.

“Woah didn’t mean to scare you.” Jennifer laughed. “My Uber got stuck in traffic. Let’s get a drink.”

YN pulled Jennifer down so that she could whisper into her ear. “This is Shawn’s house.” she whispered tensely.

Absolutely terrific. First, Shawn stopped talking to her and now he was about to catch her crashing his party. He’s going to think she’s such a creep.

“We have to get out of here.” YN continued, eyes darting around hoping to spot Shawn before he found her. She grabbed Jennifer’s hand and started walking towards the front door, winding through the crowd.

Jennifer gave her a confused look. “What? Isn’t that good? I thought you were friends?”

YN stopped herself. Jennifer was right. She was probably blowing it out of proportion. She and Shawn were just friends. And it wasn’t weird for his friend to be at this party. Even if she wasn’t invited in the first place.

She let out a heavy sigh before releasing Jennifer’s hand from her grip. “You’re right. Sorry about that.” she chuckled.

Jennifer cocked an eyebrow at her. “You good? You can sit and I’ll grab us a drink”

“Nah I’m fine. I’ll get a drink myself.” YN didn’t normally drink alcohol but tonight, she felt that she’d need it.

***

An hour into the party and YN had yet to run into Shawn. Nobody had noticed the two uninvited girls or if they did, nobody seemed to care. Maybe I’ll get lucky and leave before Shawn sees me.

“Hey YN.” Jennifer slurred with a lopsided grin on her face. She started leaning to one side and YN quickly caught her before she fell. “I think we should go home.”

“Yeah good idea. But let’s use the restroom first. Don’t want you puking in the Uber.”

YN guided Jennifer to the restroom and they stumbled a bit, both girls a little but tipsy. She gave the door a knock before leaning Jennifer up against the wall across from it while she stood facing her friend.

There was a lot of shuffling and giggles from the other side, causing YN and Jennifer to both roll their eyes. After a minute, the door unlocked and YN turned around to head inside.

“YN?!” a deep voice called out and she looked up.

Shawn and Laura stood on the other side of the door frame. They both had messed up hair and hickeys all along their necks.

YN felt a stab in her heart. She and Shawn were just friends. They’d never be anything more. So why was she hurting like this. She quickly looked down at her feet and could feel the tears stinging her eyes. Fuck...drinking always made her emotional.

Jennifer could tell something was wrong and she quickly jumped into action. “Sorry. We gotta go. Our Uber is here.” she lied and dragged YN out of the house.

The two girls walked in silence along the street before finding a bus stop bench to sit on.

“So I’m going to call the Uber...and you are gonna tell me what’s up?”

YN gave a sad look to her friend and opened her mouth but couldn’t think of what to say. How was she supposed to say that she really liked Shawn but he didn’t see her like that. She was just an old neighbor to him. An old crush. One that he didn’t even think of saying a proper goodbye to when he left.

Instead, YN broke down in tears.

Jennifer quickly wrapped her in a warm hug. “O honey. It’s alright. It’s okay. Just take a deep breath. No rush.”

YN opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by the sound of footsteps approaching.

The girls turned around to see Shawn running towards them.

“Shawn?

“YN. Are you okay?” he said while trying to catch his breath.

“What? I’m fine.” she lied, eyes not meeting his. Shawn could tell she wasn’t. Her cheeks were still red and her eyes were still swollen and some tears had yet to dry.

“Can we talk?” he pleaded.

“What is there to talk about? You haven’t talked to me all week.” she added bitterly before taking in another deep breath.

She shot Jennifer a pleading look hoping to convey how badly she wanted to leave. But Jennifer didn’t catch it. Her wide eyes were focused on Shawn and YN looked up to his face.

Shawn looked tired and frustrated and sad. YN didn’t know how it was possible to look like all of that but he did.

“YN. Please.”

“Look can we do it another time. I’m not feeling well.” her voice cracked.

Shawn looked even more hurt but he just nodded. “Oh yeah I guess. Sorry.” He started to walk back just as their Uber arrived.

Jennifer got in first and YN took one last look at Shawn’s back before she closed the door behind her.

***

“Thought you ladies might like to know there’s a guy running behind our car.”

“What!” YN and Jennifer both shouted at the same time. They quickly turned around and shocked was an understatement. Shawn was running a block behind the car, arms waving haphazardly, trying to get the driver’s attention.

“Can you pull over really quickly?” YN asked and the driver obliged.

She stepped out of the car just as Shawn approached the car.

“What are you even -“ she started but was cut off by Shawn enveloping her in a big hug.

“Look you don’t have to say anything. Just let me talk okay.” he gasped in between trying to catch his breath.

YN nodded, her body feeling tingly from the way Shawn was holding onto her so tightly.

“I’m just going to let it all out and if you don’t want to talk to me anymore or be friends, I’d understand. But I’ve kept this in for so many years and I gave myself so much shit for it and now I’m rambling and maybe it’s the alcohol and....” he took a deep breath before continuing.

“Look YN. You know that I liked you right? When we were kids.” He waited for her to nod before talking again. “And when I left, I kinda just sprung it on you. But it’s not that I didn’t want to tell you. I did. I really wanted to tell you but at the same time I wanted to tell you how badly I’d miss you and how I really liked you and I kept waiting and waiting for the right time but it never came up. I felt like utter shit about that and I haven’t forgotten about how I missed my chance to tell you back then. Carried a pic of us around with me for a straight year because of how bad I missed you.” he paused to take a breath. “Seeing you and talking to you again, it’s helped me see how great of a person you are YN, and I can’t let that slip away. I know I’ve messed it up before and I’m even messing it up now but I really like you YN. Like a really do. Maybe I’ve forgotten about my feelings for you but they’ve never really gone away.”

Silence.

YN stood there, eyes wide, looking up into Shawn’s. He liked her. He liked her back. All she could mutter was a small “Oh.”

“Fuck.” Shawn cursed, stepping back from the hug. “I never could get a read on whether you liked me back so I figured I’d just take the shot this time. Wouldn’t hurt right? Didn’t want to lose you again without telling you about how I feel.” he laughed bitterly.

He started to turn away but YN lightly grabbed his wrist, holding him back. He flashed her a confused look.

“Wait...” she whispered, her heart was beating fast. She was gonna do this. YN wrapped her arms around Shawn, hugging him tightly, head pressed against his chest. “I...really like you too.”

He let out an audible sigh of relief and YN couldn’t help but giggle. “Really?”

She nodded and Shawn broke the hug suddenly to jump up and down in childlike glee. “You literally don’t understand how long I’ve been waiting for this.”

“What about Laura?” she asked quietly.

Shawn gave a nervous laugh. “We stopped doing...that a while ago...like after you first met her at Starbucks.” He let out a deep breath. “Tonight, I was in a really bad mood. Thought you didn’t want to see me anymore so I stopped visiting but I missed you and she was just there...convenient. But I promise you, it’s over.”

“Hello? What about Jennifer!” the other girl impatiently whined from inside the Uber.

Shawn and YN had completely forgotten about her and the driver.

“Sorry about that” YN laughed. “She’s a little drunk and I really should take her home.”

“Yeah no problem. Uh...see you tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow? What’s tomorrow?”

“You still working?”

“Oh...yeah” she blushed. “See you tomorrow then.”

“You know what I like right? Other than you of course.”

The two shared a laugh until it died away. They stood there, still basking in the moment, when Jennifer obnoxiously coughed.

“I’m literally gonna puke right now and I can’t tell if it’s from the drinks or from listening to you two.”

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[timelosserscmbynobsession]

Timmy doing/saying cute things about Armie

This is for the anon who asked me to do a post of Timmy saying cute things about Armie. Thank you for liking my blog, I’m glad you’re enjoying the contents here <3

Sorry I don’t know why your ask disappeared after I clicked save as draft, so I made this post instead of answering your ask, and sorry for the late reply because it took me forever going through all the ‘armie x timmy’ tags on my blog, and really, there are TONS OF THEM lol. Anyway, here is the super long post of Timmy doing/saying nice/sweet/cute things about Armie, or really, just Timmy gushing about Armie.

(Most of the gifs aren’t mine, they’re from those talented, passionate and amazing people in this fandom who so kindly shared them with us, love y’all <3)

WARNING: THIS POST HAS TONS OF GIFS AND PICS AND IT’S SUPER LONG SO IT MIGHT BE SLOW AF JUST SO YOU KNOW.

Q: What’s it like? ‘Cause that’s a very personal experience playing a character like that. What’s it been like for your relationship with Armie? And then famous “a random luck in the universe”…

(via bowie28)

He thanked Armie in his speech at PSIFF after Armie presenting the awards to him.

(via robbieamell)

Timmy talking about how amazing a ‘dance partner’ Armie was.

(via corcordiumm)

Also Armie’s his ‘tongue wrestling partner’… (0:14)

And this boy just couldn’t stop gushing about Armie…

(via bowie28)

There are some quote from some interview…

“…the dreamy months hanging out with Armie Hammer, the bike rides, frolicking in alleyways and bonding so tightly with someone that the only thing you can compare it to is actual, soul-binding love – is in the past. “I don’t think I’ll have an acting experience as immersive as that,” he says. “I came of age as an actor during my time with Armie. The relationship that blossomed out of it is the most precious gift.” - shortlist

He also praised Armie’s acting whenever he could in the DVD commentary.

(via filmsby)

And in some interview, the first thing he said is: where is Armie?

(via robbieamell)

Timmy said it’s like they have spent 7 years together already. And Armie said that famous thing that they’ve spent so much time together that he could see Timmy in his childhood memories.

(via corcordiumm)

And he’s totally a fanboy of Armie, you know?

(via bowie28)

Remember that A for Armie hoodie of Timmy’s?

(via littlelovebomb)

And he’s not kidding about Armie being his role model…

(via bowie28)

He even imitated  Armie’s dance in one of the Q&As with Luca while Armie wasn’t there, what a little shit lol.

(via corcordiumm)

I guess he’s kinda obsessed with dancing Armie… See Pauline’s knowing smirk?

(via corcordiumm)

And have you seen the way he talked about Armie’s beard? Like he’s telling you his first time with Armie… I mean, his first beard burn experience which was caused by Armie… and he touches Armie’s cheek unnecessarily? And that kinda amazed look on his face lol.

(via tchalametdaily)

While being asked “If you could describe yourself as a spirit animal, what would that be?” he brought Armie up, like, who asked you what Armie thought lol?

(via bowie28)

And do you know what “Honey Badger” is? No? Let me tell y'all…

And also at some point Timmy called Armie his sweetie lol.

And seems like he can’t wait to invite Armie to his place…

(via chalametdaily)

But at the same time he’s already had a base in LA which is Armie’s place…

(via corcordiumm)

And while being asked how he annoyed Armie, and he said… well, Timmy, did you hear the question wrong or something? Look at Armie’s face… annoyed? I mean…

(via corcordiumm)

Timmy signed his name on Armie first so Armie just signed his name on Timmy.

And let’s not forget how he talked about Armie’s balls enthusiastically…

(via timothechallamet)

And he couldn’t believe there would be anyone who doesn’t think Armie’s testicles sexy… and immediately realized he slipped lmao.

(via corcordiumm)

His first thought is ‘Armie’ while hearing the word ‘love’. Not mom, family or hate like Armie’s answer but ARMIE, WTF Timmy lol?

(via robbieamell)

And Timmy’s so sweet and considerate for Armie that he facetimed with Armie when he’s sick and naked in bed and couldn’t attend the Independent Spirit Awards that he’s got nominated.

(via andyjsamberg)

Timmy just has to say how he fell in love with Armie whenever he can as if he thinks Armie people don’t know… Seriously, Timmy?

(via queertony)

“What are you gonna take away from the memories of shooting this one (CMBYN) beyond what occurred on set?“

(via robbieamell)

This is his answer and Armie approved lol.

(via robbieamell)

And at the Texas Film Awards Timmy showed his support for Armie: “I’m here for Armie!” (0:46)

Okayyyy, I know this is a super long post with a lot of gifs which have probably slowed down your device, but I’m 10000% sure that I still missed anything, so if you guys know what else cute things Timmy did/said about Armie, feel free to add ;)

And for my anon, I don’t know if this is what you wished for, but I hope you like it <3

[perksofbeingsidnee]

Perks of Being Sidnee Episode 2:

I have decided to put all of my problems here because I know that no one I know personally will see this unless I let them read it. 

This will be a series of the perks of being me, Sidnee.

Now on with episode 2...

So this episode I’ll talk about another toxic person in my life. Let’s call her Spice. I met Spice when I was in seventh grade. We were okayish friends but didn’t really start to hang out until last year.

Something you should know about me is that I’m an AP kid. All of my friends are mostly in AP and I travel around with the same people all day. My sophomore year I had a hard time and decided to give myself a break during my junior year and take only one AP class. 

Because of my dumbass decision, I didn’t have lunch with my group of friends. The science I took last year was a CP course and I was only really friends with one person in the class. Spice. We were closish and had lunch together. We would chill in the school’s library during the lunch period. Over the course of the first semester and the fact that we were already friends, we became closer and started to hang out more outside of school. 

One weekend we decided to paint rocks, cause that was a thing at some point in time. Somehow I ended up spending the night. Her mom wasn’t home for most of the night which left her place for us to do whatever. 

Spice is really into photography, more specifically modeling. I enjoy doing people’s makeup and my own. I was already planning to do her and her sister’s, we’ll call her Mega, makeup, so she decided she wanted to get pictures of it. I thought it was fun and went along with the idea. We all put on cute outfits that matched our aesthetics and she used their camera to get photos. 

By the end of the night, we had a lot of different photos. I’ve never really like being in front of the camera or liked photos of myself, but I did like some of the ones we had gotten. I was looking to get a new profile pic for Instagram so I thought I would use one that we had gotten. Spice then came up with the idea of sharing an Instagram profile to post all of our photos and future photos. 

Again I went along with it for two reasons. One: the pictures we had gotten weren’t actual garbage. Two: it would be a place for me to post my makeup looks. In my head, at the time, it sounded like a great idea. 

We made the profile and posted the photos we got of each of us. If they posted something, I would post a makeup look. We had a few followers and I thought everything was fine.

But shit happened.

Before I go into any more detail about what has happened between Spice and me, I want to go over a few things. I have now realized that Spice is a very toxic person who I don’t necessarily want to be friends with. I wish her all the best in life, but we were never meant to be close friends. There were a lot of red flags that I should have noticed. They now scream at me ‘SIDNEE YOU ARE A COMPLETE DUMBASS’. 

Let’s go through them shall we:

1. The fact that she was never interested in what I was into

If you do not know me personally, you should know that I am a huge fangirl. I’m not afraid to admit it. I love music and a shit ton of bands (5sos is my fav no shame). In the past three years, I’ve been to three music festivals and seven concerts and I’m going to see Waterparks in literally a week, just to give you a glimpse of how much I spend on bands/music. I’m constantly finding new artist and a lot of the time I’ll show my friends if I think they will like them. Of course, since I thought we were close, I would try and show Spice new music. 

Spice was a huge K-pop fan, still is. I don’t understand it. Personally, I can’t enjoy it. Sure, it has a good beat and is easy to dance to (btw I’m a dancer), but I like listening/analyzing lyrics and your girl doesn’t know Korean. 

Whenever I would go to Spice’s house, we would watch youtube on her TV cause she can do that. I would always suggest music to listen to or videos to watch. She would let me show her like one or two, but she never liked it or cared to pay attention. Eventually, she would just play what she would want to watch or listen to (which was mostly K-pop) and not let me watch anything I would want to.

I understand that it was her house and all, but I was a guest. It would have been polite of her to let me watch a few of my videos as well. I also understand that my videos aren’t always going to be enjoyable to others. I don’t have a problem with that. You aren’t going to offend me if you think 5 seconds of summer is complete trash. You are completely entitled to your own opinion. It just bothers me now that she never really cared to watch or pay attention to what I wanted to show her. I put up with all her suggestions. 

2. She ditched my Christmas party to go to someone else’s party

I have always been the planner of my group of friends. I plan all of our events/outings. For these last two years, I’ve done Christmas parties. The first party I ever hosted was my birthday party (which Spice went to) with all of my friends. I thought it went pretty well. I invited a lot of my friends from my different friend groups and everyone meshed well. 

Later that year, when Christmas rolled around, I decided to throw a Christmas party with those same friends. I had so many fun things planned and everyone was supposed to bring something for the potluck. During lunch, Spice and I talked about the party and what she was going to bring. I guess Spice and Mega’s friend, let’s call her Sausage, was having her birthday party that same day, however, Spice didn’t sound like she was invited and was still planning to attend my party.

The day before my party, Spice cancels on me. Keep in mind I have her signed up to bring food for the potluck. Her excuse was that her mom told her she couldn’t go anymore and she was grounded. Mega and Spice’s mom is a bit strict and the excuse seemed legitimate. 

I figured out how to fix the situation with the food and thought I had everything under control. I felt bad that Spice could no longer come.

It’s the day of the party. Everything goes fantastic. The activities I had planned ran smoothly and I had a great time with my friends. We’re all taking stupid Snapchats of the party and posting them to our stories. By the end of the night, after everyone leaves, I go on my Snapchat to see what they had posted. 

Then I land on Spice’s story.

Guess where she was.

At Sausage’s party. I was pissed. I wasn’t jealous that she had ditched my party for Sausage’s. No, I was angry that she had lied to me about why she wasn’t going to mine. Sure, I wasn’t thrilled that she wasn’t at mine because she said she was going to go to it, but she could have been straight up with me about it. 

The Monday after that weekend I confronted her about it and she said that Mega couldn’t go unless she went which I thought was absolute bullshit. Except I put it behind me and moved on. No need to dwell on it, I guess.

3. Desperately tries to fit in

Spice is a for sure wannabe. No doubts. She tries so hard to be popular and look trendy. Honestly, I don’t care enough about her now to keep up to date on what she is trying to do now, but last year she was going to try out for cheer. I told her thousands of times that she shouldn’t and wasn’t going to make the team for multiple reasons. Of course, she ignored me, and like expected she didn’t make the team.

Those are the biggest red flags I can remember before shit happened.

So onto our falling out.

There was another girl in my science class that I am now friends. We started to hang out more and I invited her to sit with Spice and me at lunch. Spice and this girl, we’ll call her Trickle, were friends before Spice dropped out of the class at the semester. I thought Trickle joining us wouldn’t be a problem.

Every day we would sit in the same place during lunch. From first to third quarter it was the same table. But all of a sudden during the fourth quarter, Spice and Mega started to move locations almost every week. I would have to search for them. And there was sometimes not enough seats for Trickle to join us. 

Slowly but surely I stopped sitting with them because I wasn’t going to leave Trickle by herself. It seemed like they were trying to ditch us on purpose and it sort of ticked me off because it was out of the blue. 

Remember our shared Instagram page. Yeah, out of nowhere she deleted all of my photos, changed the username, and started to post her own makeup looks on there. She didn’t give me a heads up on any of it. I would occasionally go on there to see how my posts were doing and if I had gotten any new comments. One day I went to find it and everything was different.

When I would post something on there, I would instantly delete it from my camera roll in order to save storage. Everything that I had ever done/posted was gone. To say that I was angry would be an understatement. I only had one makeup look saved. One out of like the ten or so I had posted on that account. 

It pissed me off more was that she was posting her own makeup looks on there. Let me tell you a few things about Spice’s makeup. It isn’t good. And it isn’t like she has shit products. I literally gave her an extra set of brushes for free that my stepmom had given me. She just had an extra set lying around and asked if Spice wanted them after I sent her a picture of the eyeshadow look I did on Spice. And she has like three Morphe pallets and Tarte shape-tape concealer and a lot of products you can find at Ulta and Sephora. I get my products from fucking Target and occasionally Ulta. Makeup is expensive and I’m broke. 

She acts like she is this talented guru when she isn’t.

Just, it pisses me off that I ever spent time dealing with her. 

Anyways, that is it for Spice. There is probably a lot more I could go into more detail about, but I’m lazy and don’t want to so... yeah.

xx

Sidnee

[brettonio-one-chicago]

Holding Out For A Hero

So... This little story was in my head as soon as that sleazy doctor ‘stalked’ Brett... Let’s get Brettonio back together!!!  Please let me know what you think!  I knew he had to be married... it sucks that Brett had to get hurt, but maybe now she’ll see that Antonio is truly the only man for her.

Also, thank you to all the amazing people who make these incredible gifs and pics that I can use for my stories... I love it... I wish I had your gift.

Sylvie was busy doing inventory, while still fuming with Stella, when her cell began to vibrate.  She put the gauze back in the cabinet and checked it.  “Who the heck?”  She didn’t know anyone at Lakeshore as much as she knew the nurses and doctors at Med.  She answered the call.  “Hello?”

“Is this Paramedic Sylvie Brett?”  A familiar voice asked.

“Yeah... who is this?”  

“Uh, we met earlier... Pete Calhoun...”

“Okaaaaay.”

“In the produce department... the eclamptic patient.”

“Oh, right!”  Brett finally put 2 and 2 together.  “The doctor.”

“Yeah.”

“Hi.”

“Hi.”  He chuckled.  

“How did... you get my number?”  Sylvie stumbled over her words.

“I... may have called the CFD to find out who you were... and ... I may... have asked for your number.”

“Ooookay.”  Sylvie had no idea where this was headed.  “What can I do for you Dr. Calhoun?”

“Pete... please.”  He replied.  “I was... wondering if you’d like to go out for dinner tonight?”  He quickly added.  “If... I’m not being too forward.”

Sylvie had been single for some time, and it was getting obvious that Antonio wasn’t ever going to do that check-in they’d discussed.  “Um, sure... I’m off in a few hours.  Where would you like to meet?”

He rattled off the name of a new lounge that had opened up.  

“Sure, um, I’ll be there say around 7?”

“That sounds good.  I’ll see you then, Sylvie Brett.”

“It’s a date... Dr. Pete Calhoun.”  She ended the call.  She was feeling giddy.  It had been the first real date she’d had since Antonio and her had taken a break.  Maybe it was time for her to actually move on.  She was sure Antonio had probably moved on.  

She finished tidying up the ambo while making a list of what they were running low on.  She checked the time.  She wasn’t going to have time to deal with Stella’s over exaggeration of Hope supposedly being a thief.  She’d have to high-tail home, shower, and get ready if she wanted to make it to her date.  She quickly finished up her tasks and gathered her things.  She also didn’t want Gaby to find out.  She knew that Gaby had a thing against medics dating doctors.  

Sylvie slipped into a dress she’d bought in hopes of wearing it for Antonio, but she was at the point of not being able to live in some fantasy that he’d ever come back.  She’d asked Gaby earlier in the week on how Antonio had been doing and was shocked to learn he was back in Intelligence and that Eva had moved in with him.  She was also surprised to learn that he’d changed apartments too.  For her, these were all signs that he had moved on and it was time for her to move on too.  She sighed.  

While she was thrilled that someone was interested and he was a doctor, and really cute, she was still weary about the way he’d gotten her number.  She shook off the feeling and headed out to catch a cab to her date.

The cab arrived in short time, so Sylvie paid him and stood outside the lounge.  She was suddenly overwhelmed with feelings.  She was excited but at the same time she was anxious and was feeling guilty.  She looked around.  She still had time to leave.  She had time to go home and think about how she was being foolish.  She stopped herself.  

“I’ve waited long enough.  I deserve to be happy.”  She whispered to herself.  She took a deep breath and headed inside.  She checked her coat and headed to find Pete.

She saw him at one of the tables towards the back of the lounge.  She made her way through all the people and waved.  “Hi.  Sorry, I’m late.”

He got up.  “I’m just glad you showed up.”

Sylvie wasn’t sure how to take that.  “Um... okay.”

“I was worried that the stalker-ish way I tracked your number at the CFD may have sent you running.”

“Oh, it still might.”  She sat in the booth.  “I just figured I’d get a nice meal outta you first.”

“Ah, smart woman.”  He slid into the booth, across from her.  “You were really impressive treating that victim on the scene.”

“Aw... thanks.”  Sylvie smiled.  While she knew she was good at her job, she always liked hearing others acknowledge it.  

She went to ask him what kind of doctor he was while he started asking how long she’d been a paramedic.  They laughed.  Sylvie was still a little nervous.

“How about I order us some wine?”  He asked.

“Smart man.”  She smiled.

They made small talk.  She quickly learned that he was an ER doc over at Lakeshore.  He would ask how long she’d been a medic with the CFD.  They ate, drank and laughed.  By the time the bill came, Sylvie was feeling quite at ease with him.  He asked her if she needed a ride home.

“I could always take a cab.”  She didn’t want to push her luck.

“At this hour... I’ll give you a ride.  It’s no problem.”  He smiled.  “Really.”

“Okay... I just need to collect my coat.”

“Sure thing.”  He helped her from the booth and they headed to the coat check.

It didn’t take long for them to get back to Sylvie’s apartment.  He walked her to the front of the building.  Sylvie didn’t know what to expect, but was pleasantly surprised when Pete kissed her.  She didn’t really stop him, but she wasn’t exactly sure what was going on.  She pulled back a little.  “I’m not really a ‘kissing-on-the-first-date’ kinda girl.”

Pete back up a bit.  “Oh.  Okay.”  He smiled at her.  “I respect that.”

Sylvie thought she was pushing him away.  She didn’t want him to leave just yet, so she told him that the way he smiled at her on the call was sort of like a first date.

“Oh, I respect that even more.”  He kissed her again.  

“You’re very respectful.”

He replied slyly.  “Which is a good reason for you to invite me up to your apartment.”

Sylvie wasn’t sure if it was nerves or the wine, or both, but she giggled.  “I have two roommates that are man-children.”

He kissed her again, whispering.  “I can handle that.”

Sylvie was about to say something else but didn’t get the chance when his cell began to ring.  He excused himself to take the call.  

He came back.  “I’m so sorry.  It’s a patient emergency.”  He kissed her again.  “I have to go deal with this... but I had a really good time tonight.”

Sylvie nodded.  “So did I.”

“Can we do this again?  Like, sometime in the very near future?”

Sylvie’s cheeks filled with colour.  “Sure, I’d like that.”

Pete kissed her one last time.  “Bye.”

“Bye.”  She whispered as he ran to his Audi.  She stood there as he pulled away from the curb and headed towards Lakeshore.  She gently touched her lips.  Part of her felt like she was betraying Antonio and the other was wondering what happened to her to make out with a guy on their first date.  She eventually went in the apartment to think about the night’s events.

It was a couple days later when Gaby and Sylvie got a call out that ended up with them heading to Lakeshore instead of Med.  Sylvie was giddy.  It was the perfect time to see if Pete was in and have a surprise visit.  She also figured it would be easier to talk to Gaby about it if they were there.  

“So, I kinda went on a date with that doctor.”  Sylvie whispered as they headed to restock.

“Dr. ‘You’re just paramedics, you have to listen to me’?  That doctor?”

Sylvie shook her head.  “He’s not that bad.”

“Really?”  Gaby arched an eyebrow.  “So, why are we resupplying here, again?”

“Uh, Med’s supply of gauze was really low last time we were there.”

Gaby looked at her.  “Huh.”

“I’m serious.”  Sylvie filled the container with a variety of gauzes that they were running low on.

“I didn’t notice that... and we were only there a few hours ago.”

Sylvie groaned.  “Come on, we better head back to the house before Casey sends squad out after us.”

“Really?”

“Gaby... he’s acting weird... you said so yourself... like 15 minutes ago.”

“It’s this thing with Severide.”  Gaby countered.  “And now it’s spreading everywhere.”

They were walking from the supply room past the main desk in the ED when Sylvie stopped to ask the nurse a question.  “Um, hi.  I was wondering if Dr. Pete Calhoun is working today?”

Gaby’s jaw dropped.  The nurse nodded and paged him.  Gaby turned to face Sylvie.  “Why didn’t you tell me you wanted to swing by to see Dr. Hottie?”

“Um... I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about it.”  Sylvie stammered.  “And there really wasn’t that much gauze at Med.”

Gaby nodded.  “Mhmm.  Uh, Brett.”  She pointed over Sylvie’s shoulder.

Sylvie spun around and saw Pete come around the corner.  She had to admit, he looked really good in scrubs.  “Hi.”  She waved.

“Uh, Sylvie... wh... what are you doing here?”  He was frozen in place.

“Oh, we were just picking up supplies, so I figured I’d say hi.”

Pete was about to speak up but was interrupted by the nurse at the desk.  “Uh, Dr. Calhoun... your wife is on the phone... she can’t get a parking stall, so she’s waiting out front for you.”

Sylvie looked between the nurse and Pete.  “Your... your WIFE?!”

Pete took a few steps towards Sylvie.  “I’ll call you later and explain.”  He was trying to prevent a scene.  “Okay?”

Gaby grabbed Sylvie who was glaring at the slime ball.  Sylvie was furious.  She glared at Pete.  “No.  Not okay.”

“Sylvie, please.”  Pete was coming towards them.

“What is wrong with you?!”  Sylvie raised voice was causing unwanted attention.  

Gaby grabbed her again, spun her around and pushed her out of the ED.  “Hey, come on... let’s get the hell outta here.”  She looked over her shoulder and shot Pete Calhoun a death glare.  

Once they were back at the ambulance bay, Sylvie let it all out.  “How could I be so wrong about that guy?!”

“I’m sorry, Sylvie.”  Gaby patted her shoulder.  She wasn’t sure of what else she could do.  “He’s a fool.”

“It never even occured to me that he might be married.”  Sylvie pounded on the gurney.  “I’m a fool.”

Gaby turned Sylvie to face her.  “NO.  You aren’t the fool.  He is.”  She sighed.  “You just tend to see the best in people and maybe... sometimes you ignore the rest.  It’s something all your friends know and love about you.”  

Sylvie’s demeanour changed.  “Hmm.”

“What?”

“Uh, nothing.”  Sylvie shut the back doors of 61 and went around to her side.  “Let’s just go.  Please.”

Gaby got in behind the wheel and pulled out of the bay.  She headed back to the house.  She knew something was bothering Sylvie, but she wasn’t going to force the subject.  There was already too much tension in that house as it was.  She only hoped that whatever was going on between Brett and Kidd would be resolved soon and that whatever was going on between Casey and Severide would be resolved peacefully because the last thing any one needed was for someone to get transferred out of 51 because of the unnecessary drama.

Sylvie was beat.  She had a lot to think about.  She had confronted Hope concerning Stella’s cheque.  Hope swore she had nothing to do with it, but Sylvie was starting to think things over ever since Gaby had made her aware of her one flaw that anyone could try to use against her.  She started to think that Stella was right about Hope and while she didn’t want to think that, she knew that there was a chance that Hope was exploiting her friendship.  She thought about going to Molly’s, but at the same time, she didn’t need to hear any ‘I told you so’s from Stella or Gaby.  She headed home and prayed that Otis and Cruz were nowhere to be found.

Gaby was supposed to be bartending at Molly’s tonight but she begged Stella to cover for her.  She needed to talk to Antonio.  She knew he’d be home.  Ever since Eva had moved in with him, he made sure he spent some time with her before she had to go to bed.  She headed straight to his new place.  She had barely knocked when Eva opened the door.

“Tia!”  Eva hugged her.  “Uh, what are you doing here?”

“I came to see your dad.”  Gaby smiled.  “Is he here?”

Eva nodded.  “He’s just showering.  Just came back from the gym.”

“Ah.”  Gaby said.  “He probably needs it then.”

“Will you stay for dinner?”

“Depends on what it is.”  Gaby teased her.  She knew that Eva had started to taking cooking lessons at school and from her grandmother.

“Abuela showed me how to make lasagna.”

“Okay, well... I think I could enjoy some lasagna.”  Gaby followed Eva to the kitchen.

“Gaby.”  Antonio said joining them in the kitchen.  “What are you doing here?”

“I came to talk to you... Eva told me she made lasagna.”

Antonio smiled.  “She’s a good cook.  Ma says she’s a really fast learner.”

“Thanks, Dad.”  Eva beamed.

“Eva, why don’t you make a salad and I’m going to talk to Tia in the family room.”

“Okay, Dad.”  She went to the fridge to collect the salad ingredients.

Gaby followed Antonio into the family room.

“Okay, sis... why you really here?”  Antonio leaned against the doorframe.

“Uh...”  Gaby wasn’t sure where to start.  “Ha... have you been seeing anyone... you know, since Brett.”

Antonio’s head jerked up.  “What?!”

“Antonio, before you lose it on me... just... understand this isn’t easy for me to even be talking to you about.”

“No, Gaby.  I haven’t dated once since I walked away from Sylvie.  Which, by the way is a decision I’ve regretted since those words left me mouth.”

Gaby sighed.  “She told me that you said you could never give her what she deserved.”

“I said that... and more.... and I wish I could take it all back.”  Antonio sat on the chair across from Gaby.  “What’s with asking about my love life?  Or... lack thereof.”

“Do you still care about her?”

“Gaby.”

“Antonio, just answer the question.”

“Yes.  I never stopped.  I just... She deserves more than what I can ever give her.”  He ran his hand through his hair.  “So, now you wanna explain where this train is headed?”

“Uh, Dad... supper’s ready.”  Eva poked her head in.

“Maybe you and I should go out after dinner... talk about this?”  Gaby suggested.  She knew her niece adored Sylvie and was still furious that Antonio and Sylvie had split.

Antonio nodded.  “Good plan.”

After dinner, Gaby and Antonio headed over to Molly’s.  

“Okay, so why did you ask about my love life?”  Antonio asked after grabbing a couple beers from Stella.

“Sylvie... she... she tried to move on.”

“Gaby, she’s allowed to.”  Antonio knew that while they’d agreed on a check in, it hadn’t happened yet.  He knew that that meant there was a chance that she’d find someone she deserved.

“Look, what I’m about to tell you... I’m telling you because I want you two happy again... and I can’t stand seeing what happened today ever happen to her again.”

“Gaby, what the fuck are you rambling about?”  Antonio took a swig from his beer.

“Look, a few days back, there was a really good looking doc on a call... he called Sylvie up and they had a date.  She was thrilled and happy.  Not like when you two were together, but happy.”

“Okay.”  He sighed.  “I’m happy for her.”

“You’re not letting me finish.”  Gaby hissed.  “I said she ‘was’ happy.”

“What happened, Gaby?”  Antonio sat up straight.  “Is Sylvie okay?”

“No, she’s not.”  Gaby downed the rest of her beer.  “We went to Lakeshore today... brought in a patient and then we had to restock the rig.  I didn’t know this guy worked there... but, she asked if he was on shift.”

“Why do I have the feeling this bastard is a slime ball?”  Antonio waved to Stella to bring them another round.

“The charge nurse paged him and let’s say the expression he had when he saw Sylvie... he wasn’t as happy to see her and she was to see him... then that same charge nurse told him that his WIFE was on the line... Sylvie almost lost it... I had to drag her to the rig... keep her mind off of it.  She thinks she’s a fool.”

“That loser is the fool.”  Antonio’s blood was boiling.  While he had no claim over Sylvie, he cared for her.  He would never wish her that kind of pain or embarrassment.  

“I told her that, trust me.  But... she’s too caring... to kind.  She tries... she only sees the good in people.  You know her.   She’s... well... for a lack of a better word, she’s naive.”

Antonio sighed.  “Yeah... well... I’d like to kick this doctor’s ass for what he did to her.”

“Have you ever thought about that check in?”  Gaby asked.

Antonio nodded.  “Every day.  I just... I don’t want to hurt her.  I can... I can’t go there and risk breaking her heart all over again.”

“Antonio... I don’t want to be involved in your love life... especially since Sylvie is my best friend and my partner, but... I’ve come to accept that the best thing that ever happened to either of you is each other.”

Antonio hung his head.  He knew his sister had a point.  “I can’t give her what she deserves.”

“And just what does she deserve that you can’t give her, Antonio?!”  Gaby’s raised voice caused a few heads to turn.

Antonio stared at his sister.  “I can’t give her the perfect house, and white picket fence.  I can’t guarantee Laura will stay out of our lives... I have a job that’s demanding and I...”

“Stop.  Antonio.  Spare me the shitty excuses you give yourself from walking away from the woman who made you smiled for the first time in years.  From the woman who showed you that it was okay to move on.”  Her voice broke.  “From the woman... who loved you.”

Antonio’s hand fell to his side.  “What?”

“She loved you... Antonio.  She probably still does.  She dates these people who are nothing like you.  I’m pretty sure it’s... it’s because she’s not over you.”

“So what do you want from me, Gabriela?”  Antonio was frustrated.

“I want you to show her... that you still care... that... that you want to make it right.”  Gaby wiped a tear from her eye.  “I know damn well that Sylvie doesn’t give a flying fuck about the perfect house... or the white fence.  She has a job that is as demanding as being a cop... different ways, but still as demanding.  She would rather you stand up to Laura instead of you having the balls to tell her she knew what she was getting into.  Just... please... try... I can’t stand to see either of you hurt.  Neither can your kids.”

“How?”

“I talk to them.  They see the change, Antonio.  They know what Laura did.”

“What... what if she says no?”  While Antonio didn’t want to hurt Sylvie anymore than he already had but he was sure that he wouldn’t be able to handle the heartbreak if she said no.

“Then, you did what you told you would... Look, bro, I’m not saying this is going to be a walk in the park, but Antonio... she loves you... and I can see by that look in your eyes, you love her too.”

“I...”  Antonio hadn’t said it out loud.  He was scared to.  The last woman he loved walked out on him and took everything that mattered with her.  “I do... Gaby, I do love her.”

“Then.”  She took his hand.  “Do something about it.”

“When?”

“We’re off for the next couple of days.”  Gaby answered.  “I’d try tomorrow.  Just, go by her place.  Cruz and Otis should be away.”

“Cruz and Otis?”

“She moved in with them.”

“What?  When?”  Antonio was feeling drastically behind the 8 ball.

“She needed to move... her old landlord was being ridiculous... and most apartments for her budget were no where near a safe neighbourhood... the guys had a line on a place... she offered to offset the costs by being the 3rd roomie.”

“And there’s nothing...”

“She sees them as brothers, Antonio.”  Gaby chuckled.  “Don’t worry about them.  You and I both know that you and Sylvie belong together.  So go and fix this.”

Antonio nodded.  “Send me the address... I’ll go see her tomorrow.”

Antonio went to the bar and settled the tab.  He then hailed a cab and headed home.  He had a lot of thinking to do.  He needed a plan on how to even get Sylvie to give him a chance to speak.  He also knew that Otis and Cruz, if they were there, may give him a hard time seeing as they were ‘big brothers’ to Brett.

“Dad...”  Eva asked Antonio when he got home.  “What... what was so secretive that you and Tia had to leave?”

“You’re too curious, Eva.”

“Did it have to do with Sylvie?”

“Eva.”

“No, Dad... come on... I’m almost an adult.”

Antonio sighed.  His children were much more mature than their age and he knew Eva wouldn’t leave the subject alone unless he told her.  “Yeah, it was about Sylvie.  Tia thinks that I should talk to her... see if she’d give me a second chance.”

“So... will you?”

“I want to, Eva... but I’m not sure how.”

“Why don’t you start with ‘I’m sorry’?”

“Yeah... maybe.”  Antonio ran his hand through his hair.  “Okay... bed.  I’ve got some thinking to do.”

The next morning, Antonio got ready and headed out to see Brett.  Eva had a volleyball tournament and she had been picked up by a friend’s mom.  He looked in the mirror.  He hadn’t slept, so he looked like hell.  He splashed some cold water on his face.  “No time like the present.”  He told his reflexion before grabbing his jacket and keys.

The drive to Sylvie’s was uneventful.  His hands were shaking.  He knew that he had to talk to her, but at the same time he was terrified that she would just slam the door in his face.  He took a deep breath and went up and rang the bell.

Sure enough, Sylvie Brett’s beaming smile was right that.  “Antonio.”  Sylvie was surprised to see her ex-boyfriend standing on her doorstep.  “Um... what... what are you doing here?”

“I came to talk to you... like I promised when we... I... when I said we should take a break.”

“Antonio.”

“Sylvie, please... hear me out?”

Sylvie sighed.  She’d had enough drama lately.  Hope lying and trying to ruin things at 51, a lying and cheating doctor who had used her and now her ex decided to reappear.  “Sure.”  She stepped back and allowed Antonio in.  

He followed her to her apartment.  “Nice place.”

“I’m taking Gaby told you who my roommates are?”  Sylvie sat at the island in the kitchen.

Antonio nodded.  “Yeah.”  He sat next to her.  “She also told me what’s being going on since I made the biggest mistake in my life.”

Sylvie just stared at him.  “What do you mean?”

“Sylvie, I told you I was horrible at apologizing and I said some pretty foolish things... and I know I hurt you and I was a fool.”  He stopped himself from rambling.  “I made a mistake by walking away, by not standing up for you... for being a coward.”

“Antonio, I could’ve fought too...”  She whispered.

“I could see it in your eyes that night, Sylvie... you didn’t want to hear that... I saw the tears... I caused that and there’s not a thing in this world I can do to make that right or take that pain away.”

“But?”

“I’ve been avoiding the checkin... I was... I was scared you wouldn’t want it... or...”

“You were worried I would’ve moved on.”  Sylvie concluded.

Antonio nodded.  “I know I have no claim to you, but Sylvie... I was a coward... scared of my own feelings I had for you.”

“What feelings?”

Antonio hung his head.  “Sylvie.”

“You want a check-in, I’ll give you one... I tried dating... it got nowhere... mainly because I still prayed you’d wake up and come knock on my door.  When it didn’t happen, I started taking more chances.  I met a guy on a call... he took me for dinner and the son-of-a-bitch is married.  I’ve never been more embarrassed.  I got played.  Worse than when Laura appeared at 51.  I’m done chasing that fantasy.  Now you tell me what feelings you were so scared of.”

“I was terrified that I was falling in love with you... the feelings I felt were so strong... and I got scared.  I didn’t know how to deal with Laura and my new job and those feelings... so I ran and I’ve regretted that every single day.”

Sylvie was surprised.  She had been certain that Antonio had moved on.  “So what are you asking... or telling me here?”

“Sylvie... if you’ll give me the second chance... I’ll do my damnedest to make it work... and I won’t run away anymore either... I want to fight for us.”

“What about Laura?  Or the kids?  Gaby?”

“Eva and Gaby have both talked to me.”

“And?”

“Well, Eva told me I was dumber than the boys she goes to school with for ending it with you... and Gaby smacked me, chastised me and then told me what’s been going on with you.”

“So you knew about the doctor?”

Antonio nodded.  “And I personally wanna kick his ass for what he did.  You’re too good of a person to be taken advantage of.”  He gently reached out and pushed a stray hair behind her ear.

Sylvie sighed.  She knew that deep down she prayed Antonio would come back and they could try again, but she wasn’t sure how she felt now.  She was feeling like she’d betrayed him.  She gasped at the touch of his skin.  It still send shivers down her spine.  She cursed her body for reacting so quickly.  She was still mad at him but her body betrayed that anger.  She gently took his hand.  “I... I’m willing, Antonio, to give us a second chance... but you can’t let your past interfere with what we have...”

Antonio gently stroked her cheek.  “I promise.  I’m not running anymore.  Laura and work will not interfere.  You will be the most important thing in my life... well, other than the kids.”

“I can live with that.”  Sylvie smiled.  “But you know that we can’t just go back to the way things were.  It’s almost been a year.”

“I know that.  And I’m willing to go at your pace... And I know that I have so much to make up for what I did.”  

Sylvie sighed.  “You broke my heart, Antonio... I won’t lie... but I haven���t stopped hoping that you’d eventually come to your senses.”

“Gaby said that too.”

“Well, she is my partner, and I’m pretty sure she listened to all my moping and crying.”

Antonio sighed.  “Yep, she told me that too.”

Sylvie took his hand.  “How about we go for lunch?  Catch up?”

Antonio smiled.  “Sure.  I’d like that.”

“So, Eva moved in with you?”

Antonio nodded.  “Yeah... turns out that Eva wanted to be treated like an adult and that wasn’t happening.  Also, she really didn’t get along with...”

“It’s okay, I know that Laura still will be around because of the kids.”  Sylvie squeezed his hand.  “I just don’t want to have her ambush me again because she does, I won’t be responsible for what happens.”

“I’ll be ready to bail you out of lock up, if it comes to that.”  Antonio chuckled.

“How’s work?”

“You mean how’s it back being in Intelligence?”

Sylvie nodded.  “I’m taking it’s been an adjustment?”

“Yeah... Jay’s not over Erin leaving without saying good-bye.  Ruzek is acting weird.  We’ve dealt with Voight’s old partner gunning for Intelligence...”

“So, same old, same old.”

Antonio chuckled.  “Yeah.  I wanted more action than I was getting with the State’s Attorney’s office... and I’ve got it.”

“Then, that’s good right?”

“Yeah.”  Antonio took a sip of his soda.  “How’s things at work for you?”

Sylvie filled him in on all the goings on.

“So, you don’t buy what your friend, Hope has been telling you?”

“Not since Gaby pointed out that I allow people to take advantage of me because I’m too nice.”

“What do you think?”

“I think Hope is threatened by Stella’s feelings for Severide... and I think she’s purposely messing with her... I’m just not sure how I can go about it to figure out the truth.  I’ve known Hope forever but Stella, Kelly, everyone... they’re my family now.”

“Well, Sylvie... I’ve had my share of backstabbing... and if your gut instinct is saying something’s off... then you’re probably right.”

“I don’t know.  I’ve never had to do this.”  Sylvie finished her meal.  “I never thought horribly about people before.  I’ve never thought to see the negative in humanity.”

“Sylvie, you’re the most optimistic, glass half-full person I’ve ever met, but... sadly, the world will never be unicorns and rainbows.”  

“I know, Antonio... but I just try to see the best in everybody... and now all this.”

Antonio made a brave move and gently caressed her cheek.  “You will always see the best in people, but remember that some people will never change... nor will they be the good people you want them to be.”

Sylvie sighed.  “Is it too soon to ask for a favour?”

“No.”  Antonio smiled.  “I think I owe you more than one.”

“Can... can you look into my friend... see what the truth really is?”

“I can some digging.”  Antonio gently kissed her hand.  “But, will you be ready for whatever truth I find?”

“I’ll have to be.”  Sylvie said.  “I don’t wanna believe anything bad about Hope... or that she’d try to mess things up at 51, but I don’t know anymore.”

“I’ll look into it.”  Antonio was going to do more than just look into Hope.  He was also going to dig into the doctor that had put doubt into Sylvie’s heart about her judgement of character.  

Antonio had done his share of research on Hope Jacquinot and he wasn’t impressed by what he had found.  He was even less impressed by what he’d dug up on Dr. Pete Calhoun.  He sighed.  He didn’t know who to deal with first.  

“Yo, Tonio...”  Atwater said.  “We gotta head to Lakeshore... pick up a suspect.”

“Where’s Ruzek?”

“Dunno.”  Kevin shrugged.  “Voight said to grab you and go.”

“Okay.”  Antonio grabbed his car keys and jacket and followed Atwater down the stairs.

Once at Lakeshore, Antonio flashed his star to the charge nurse.  “I’m Detective Dawson... this is Officer Atwater.  We were told you had a suspect here?”

“Follow me.”  She got up and led them to one of the trauma rooms.  “Dr. Calhoun... these men are CPD... they’re here about that gunshot.”

“Thanks, Nancy.”  Calhoun said.

“Dr. Pete Calhoun?”  Antonio asked.

“That’s right.  Have we met?”

“No, uh we haven’t.”  Antonio couldn’t blow this.  “My sister mentioned that a Dr. Pete Calhoun was on site for one of the calls she responded to.  She’s a paramedic.”

“Ah, yeah... a couple weeks back... I was actually grocery shopping.”  Pete stood up.  “So, you’re here for our suspected gang related gunshot victim?”

“That’s what we were told.”  Kevin said.

“Right this way.”

Antonio let Kevin handle the paperwork and transfer.  He wanted to have a word with a certain ER doctor.  “Uh, Dr. Calhoun?”

“Yes, Detective?”

“I know what you did.”

“I beg your pardon.”

“Sylvie Brett.”  Antonio said.

Calhoun’s eyes widened.  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I know you’re married, but you like to still play the field... probably has something to do with the fact that your wife is pregnant... but see, I know Sylvie... I care a lot about her and what you did was lower than low.”

“I... I...”  Calhoun stuttered.

Antonio wound up and delivered a clear swing at the doctor.  “You stay away from Sylvie... and I won’t tell your wife that you’ve banged almost every nurse in this ER.”

Calhoun fell back onto a chair.  “I... I...”

“Did I make myself clear?  Leave her alone, or next time, I’ll bring a few more friends.  No one takes advantage of my girl and gets away with it.”  Antonio said before stalking out of the room to go meet up with Atwater.

Sylvie was freaking out, but to be fair the whole firehouse was.  Stella was being transferred and there was nothing anyone could do about it.  She knew that Gaby had her hands full with the things going on with Matt since he’d been made Captain.  She dialled the one person who might be able to help her.  

“Sylvie?”  Antonio’s strong voice began to calm her.

“Hey, um... can you talk?”

“Sure... everything okay?”

Sylvie broke down.  “NO!  NO!  Everything is not okay!”  She told him everything.

“Okay... babe... just breathe... I’m going to come in... talk to Matt and Chief Boden.  We’ll get to the bottom of this.”  Antonio promised.

“Okay... thank you... I just didn’t know who to call.”

“Hey, it’s what I’m here for.”  Antonio said.  “I’ll see you soon.”

It didn’t take long for Antonio, Casey and Chief to piece together what had really happened.  Once Chief Mullins cleared up a few things, Antonio went and got all the evidence and information he’d been able to dig up on Hope.  They’d need everything possible to make sure Hope Jacquinot would leave Chicago for good.

Antonio met Casey, Chiefs Mullins and Boden in the meeting room.  Antonio presented everything his investigation had turned up.  

“Hope... can you join us in here for a moment?”  Chief Boden asked Hope as she passed by the meeting room.

“Uh, sure, Chief.”

“Captain Casey has something he’d like to discuss with you.”

Hope’s demeanour changed drastically as she saw who was all in the meeting room.  

Casey showed her the transfer papers.  “These are the papers that were sent in to have Kidd transferred to Public Relations.  It was signed by Chief Mullins, which is fine... except this isn’t his signature.”

Chief Mullins stepped up to the whiteboard and signed his name.  “This is my signature.”

Hope’s eyes betrayed the fake smile she had glued onto her face.

Casey held out a form that Hope had previously filled out for Connie concerning the storage closet.  “This is your handwriting.”

Antonio stepped forward.  “And that I can say has formally been analyzed by a CPD hand writing analyst.”   

“Who are you?”  Hope asked.

“Detective Antonio Dawson... I know all about you Hope... I know how you’re Sylvie’s best friend... how you abused her kindness and used her to get everything you’ve ever wanted.  We’re all here to put an end to it.”

Hope tried to make excuses for what she had done.  She was stammering through how she wanted to give women a better position in the CFD.

Boden put his hand up.  “Stop!”  He bellowed.  “Just, stop.”  He looked to the others before looking back to Hope.  “Pack your desk.”

“What?!”

“I’m saving everyone else from having more trouble.  Pack your desk and then Detective Dawson will escort you from the property.  Do not come back to this firehouse.”  Boden opened the door.  “I strongly recommend you leave Sylvie alone... Detective Dawson will take her safety extremely personally and that means her psychological safety as well...”

Antonio took Hope by the elbow and led her out to the hallway where Connie was waiting with a box of Hope’s things.

Connie had a pleased smile on her face.  “I went ahead and sped this up for you.”  She dropped the box in Hope’s arms before taking the files from Hope’s hands and smugly walking back to her desk.

“This way.”  Antonio led Hope to the doors to the apron.  “Don’t darken Sylvie’s doorstep... trust me.  That family that you just spat on and tried to ruin, they’ll never let you hurt her again.  But, they’re the least of your worries.  See... I love Sylvie... I never stopped... and you probably don’t know this, but we’ve started to mend our relationship.  You try to come near her again... I’m gonna introduce you to my boss, and you won’t like him.”

Hope stammered as Antonio got her into a waiting cab and slammed the door.  He watched and waited as the cab pulled away.  He had gotten Al to be the cabbie and to make sure Hope was sent packing for good.  After hearing all the mess she’d caused, he only hoped this help show Sylvie that she wasn’t naive or gullible.  He had spent the morning trying to show her that she was good and that she shouldn’t feel the way she was.  

“Is she gone?”  Sylvie’s soft whisper broke his silent train of thought.

Antonio spun and saw her.  Tears were still streaming down her face.  He walked over to her and pulled her into his arms.  “Yeah.  I’m so sorry, Sylvie... I never... You don’t deserve this.”

“I trusted her.”  Sylvie sniffled.

Antonio rubbed her back.  “I know.  I know you did, but Sylvie... what she’s done isn’t on you... it’s on her.”

“I brought her here.”

“No, babe... you didn’t.”  He wiped her tears away.  “She came, and she burned every bridge that you and this family were willing to build for her.  And when she gets back to Fowlerton, she’ll answer for the crimes that she was accused of there.”

“You called their PD?”  Sylvie’s question was barely audible.

“I did... I won’t have her hurting you anymore.  I’ve done enough damage for a couple lifetimes.  I don’t want you to be hurt anymore.  I want you to smile... and laugh... like when we first started seeing each other.”

“I don’t think I could ever be that girl again.”

“Hey, you can... you will... you need time to heal.”

“I can’t wait for this shift to be over.”

“Brett.”  Chief’s voice startled them.

“Uh, Chief.”  Sylvie wiped the freshest tears from her eyes.

“Go home.”

“Shift isn’t over.”

“It is for you.  There’s an hour left.  Gaby said she’ll do the paperwork.”  Boden looked to Antonio.  “Antonio, please take her home.”

“You got it, Chief.”  Antonio grabbed the bag that Boden was holding out.  “Come on.”

Antonio pulled up to Sylvie’s apartment and let her out while he went to park his truck.

Sylvie waited for him to come back and while she was waiting Hope made her way up to her.  

“Sylvie... I’m so, so, so sorry!”

“No.”  Sylvie walked away.  “I don’t wanna hear it.”

“Sylvie, please... they’re all trying to turn you...”  Hope tried grabbing Sylvie’s arm.

“No!”  Sylvie swatted her away.

“Sylvie!  You know me!”  Hope kept trying to keep talking.  “Connie... she had it out for me from the start...”

“STOP!”  Sylvie screeched.  “How could you?!  How could you do this to me?!”  Sylvie did something she’d only ever thought about doing.  She slapped Hope.  “You came here.  You abused our friendship... you tried to ruin EVERYTHING... Everything I’ve ever built here.”

Hope’s hand flew to her cheek.  “Syl...”

“Hey!”  Antonio’s strong voice brought more strength to Sylvie.

Sylvie got right in Hope’s face.  “These people... they mean more to me than anyone or anything every has.  Get out of Chicago.”  

When Hope just stood there, looking to say more.

Antonio had finally joined them.  He grabbed her and slapped some cuffs on her wrists.  “Well, since you didn’t listen to me the first time, maybe you’ll listen this time.”

Sylvie was furious.  “You had a chance... the most amazing chance to have an incredible life with incredible friends... working at the best firehouse in this city.  That’s a fact... and you blew it!”  She stared straight into Hope’s soul.  “So, you can take all your excuses... your lies... take your drama and take it all back to Fowlerton!”  Sylvie stormed off into the apartment.  She looked back to Antonio.  “I’ll wait for you.”

Antonio nodded as Sylvie closed the door.  “So, my boss is on his way... and I wasn’t kidding when I told you that you weren’t going to like him.”

Sylvie was exhausted and it wasn’t just just because she’d been on shift for 24 hours prior.  She was exhausted from sobbing and having her heart stomped on so many times in such a short period of time.  She was just changing laundry over when her doorbell rang.  She knew that Otis and Cruz were out discussing the possibility of a second Molly’s.  She went to the door and was just praying that Hope wouldn’t be on the other side of it.

“Hey.”  Antonio’s smile helped ease the pain she was feeling.  

“Hey.”  She wrapped her arms around him.  “Is it FINALLY over?!”

“It is.”  He held her tightly.  “Detectives from Fowlerton are on their way now to deal with her... well, negotiate what’s going to happen with her considering what she’d done here in Chicago.”

“Do I want to know?”

“Probably best for your emotional state if you don’t.”  He stroked her arm.  “I got you something.”

“Antonio... you didn’t have to.”

“Well...”  He held out a grocery bag.  “I figured we could watch a movie and eat some of the ice cream you like so much.”

“That... that I can live with.”  She kissed him softly.  “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For being my hero... I should’ve just kept holding out for you.”

“You did.”  He closed the door behind them.  “You held out, fought the dragons and now we’re here.”

“Does this mean we get a ‘happily ever after’?”

“In time.”  He led her to the living room and grabbed the remote.  “One day at a time.”  

A/N: There you go!  Okay... so it has only taken me close to 3 weeks to write it, but it’s done and I think it’s pretty fabulous.  I really hate Hope... and I really hate that doctor for hurting Sylvie.  Please... let me know what you think of this!  I really love hearing your feedback.  Until next time... Nicole

[seriouslyblacklikemysoul]

Be mine, angel - Sirius Black x Reader

Request: Hey sweetie I just read your last Sirius writing and I got the idea of him x reader where she is the most wanted girl in the school but suprisingly doesn't attend the yull ball and Sirius (bc he loves her) then goes to her room and find her crying?💞💞💞💞  Warnings: swearing? a bit? My English. Pic isn’t mine. Credits to its original owner.

It was a bit annoying.  Not that you weren’t enjoying it, but after a while it just became tiring. You had to decline an invitation to a date almost three times a day. Some of them were really persistent; They would ask you out almost every day just to receive a forced smile and a no, no thank you. You were known to be the female version on the school’s heartbreaker, but not exactly. You didn’t sleep around with everyone. Actually, you have never said yes to anyone. And that’s because you only wanted one person. That heartbreaker. His name was a synonym for one-night-stand and other even less complemental things. You, however, never gave a single sign that you were interested. You liked your heart whole and not in pieces, thank you very much. You were about to join the conversation that was held among your friends-more like Lily being overdramatic about James, but you understood her very well-when someone, a cute Hufflepuff, walked right in front of you. “Hello” you greeted him. You knew where the whole thing would lead but being rude to someone was not your thing. Well, not always. If anyone, anyone at all was all over your friends for any reason, you were fierce, like a tiger protecting her babies. It was just your nature. “Hello Y/N” he addressed you kindly. He was really cute, handsome even. There was one problem though. He wasn’t him. It would be really selfish of you to date people like understudies because you couldn’t have the one you wanted. It wasn’t fair. “Would you like to go out on a date with me? Hogsmeade maybe?” he asked you with hope burning in his eyes. You took a deep breath. It wasn’t exactly easy to decline everyone. “You are sweet. Thank you, really. But I have to say no. Sorry” you said sweetly, with a sympathetic smile. You really didn’t mean to hurt his feelings. He smiled back at you, a bit sad. “It’s okay. See you” he waved you goodbye while he was walking away. You hmphed. You hadn’t noticed that the guys were standing right behind you, having witnessed the whole scene. Therefore, when you turned around, expecting to find Lily and Marlene, you slightly jumped in surprise. “Hello, boys” you cooed. You wouldn’t admit, really, but you tried to flirt with him in a subtle way in every chance given. You all walked towards the Great Hall in order to eat breakfast. Yes, your first decline was before 8. It was going to be a big day. “Hello, love. Tell me something. How does it feel to break hearts?” Sirius asked you mockingly. You weren’t that innocent to drop it. “Why don’t you answer that yourself, love?” you said, emphasizing the last word, almost spelling it out loud, voice like honey. He smirked. Merlin, you loved that smirk of his. Just as every other girl. “Where have you been all my life?” he asked flirtily. That was just your thing. You would flirt with each other shamelessly but it would stop about there. “Hiding from you” you said in a fake sweet tone while you batted your eyelashes once and pierced his eyes with your look. The guys laughed but he wasn’t going to stop yet. Lily was eyeing you knowingly. You knew that she believed that you should stay away from him. In all honesty, you had tried it. And failed. Miserably.  “Go on, don’t be shy, babe. Ask me out” he winked at you. You smiled innocently and played with a strand of your hair. “Okay” you answered while smiling wider. He was taken aback. You took a deep breath pretending to be stressed out. “Get out” you said, dropping the smile and the fake tone and showing him the exit. Marlene snorted. For a second, you thought that he looked hurt, but nah. “Padfoot, stop flirting. Let us eat breakfast in peace” Remus asked pleadingly. He was trying to read a book at the same time. You smiled apologizingly towards him. “I’m not flirting. I’m just being extra nice to someone who is extra attractive” Sirius informed him wiggling his eyebrows, causing Peter to choke on his porridge. For a while you ate in silence, secretly thanking Merlin. You poured some milk into your coffee, bringing to your lips, taking a sip. “I know milk does good for the body but damn girl, how much did you drink?”. You choked. He grinned triumphantly. You had learned that a Ball would take place here, in Hogwarts. Christmas Eve. Your days were getting more and more annoying. You couldn’t recall how many times you’ve had answered a simple ‘no’ because it was exhausting. And today was the day your heart broke, the day of the ball. You were sitting alongside Remus in the common room. He was reading a book and you were thinking and dozing off while staring at the fire. “I am going to the ball with Black!” Marlene exclaimed too happy to notice your strained face. It was like all air left your lungs. You wanted to be happy for her, but you couldn’t bring yourself to feel. Anything. Everything was such a blur. You were numb. You couldn’t believe you were so stupid to actually think he would ever look at you like that. But why Marlene? Why your friend? “Hey. Y/N! Aren’t you excited?” Lily asked you beaming herself. She had said yes to James. Everyone was happy. Happy. You took a deep breath and shook that word out of your mind. “I am! You girls have fun!” you said with a fake smile that only Remus got. He furrowed his eyebrows but soon his eyes widened momentarily as he probably came to the same realization you had, three years ago. He looked at you with the question burning in his eyes. You just nodded with the slightest movement. He wouldn’t sell you out.  Thankfully nobody understood that you weren’t about to go.   “Have fun Rem” you wished him as you stood up, leaving the common room, heading to your dorm. The girls were probably in Lily’s room so you would be alone. Remus tried to call you but you didn’t respond. You just kept going.  Oh, Merlin.  It was going be one hell of a night. In a very bad way. You could hear the giggles and the laughs. You could almost taste the sappy sappy romance. You could sense the tension between some couples. The sexual tension, that is. But you couldn’t see because of the tears. It had hit you. All those boys asking you out… they never truly liked you. They liked the way you looked. Looks fade fast. Not one… not even one had ever bothered to actually meet you. To talk to you. To befriend you. No one. They just wanted the body. But you weren’t a body. You were a soul, a mind, a heart, feelings, emotions, thoughts. A mess. A chaos. And no one could handle you. He may have stabbed you but you handed him the knife. You showed him where your weak spots are. This was your fault. You should have listened to Lily and stay away. Now it’s really too late. Too late. The door slammed open, revealing a rather worried Sirius. The day was getting better and better by the second. You hid your face in your palms. You were sitting on your bed, knees to your chest and- you were a mess. He closed the door behind him. You wanted to scream at him to get out, but your mouth wouldn’t obey. “What’s wrong love?” he asked you. He came closer, sat on the bed next to you. “Stop it. Please” you whispered. You couldn’t keep pretending. Him, calling you love? “Stop what love?”. His voice revealed concern. Why did he care? “CALLING ME LOVE” you snapped, tears staining your cheeks, lips trembling, hair falling out of your messy bun. You couldn’t stop now. “Stop calling me love. Flirting with me. Smirking. Laughing. Smiling. Touching me. Stop being in my life. Just stop. Go to Marlene and leave me alone” you whispered-yelled. You were sobbing. Hard. He was taken aback.   “You’re jealous?” he asked indiscriminately but there was something more. “YES I AM JEALOUS! I am in love with you, you moron. I can’t stand the fact that you’re flirting and sleeping with everyone and that you are with Marls now. She is my friend, Sirius. My friend. Why her? You could any girl you wanted. Why her?”. The words flew before you could contain them. “Because I couldn’t have you. Or so I thought. Because of you, my reality is better than my dreams” he breathed out, voice low and sincere. He grabbed your legs, wrapped one of his arms around your waist, making you sit on his lap, straddling him. His other hand cupped your cheek, his thumb wiping off your tears away. He gripped your chin, forcing your head up. “Did you know there are 21 letters in the alphabet?” he asked you, with a playful smile. You blinked. “There are 26” you answered pouting. “Oh right I always forget U R A Q T”* he concluded and you cracked a smile. He beamed. “There it is. My favorite curve. Well…” he trailed off. He squeezed your bum and you let out a laugh. “Be mine, angel”. *U R A Q T= You are a cutie (just in case!)

[faith-in-dean]

The Good Parent - Part Six

Summary: After taking a long break at work and finally returning, you were already working overtime on your very first day. You happened to be the kindergartener of the son of Dean Winchester, a busy hunter, who would turn out to be the reason for a lot of trouble for you.

Words: 2336

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: blood mention, slight violence

A/N: This is still a rewritten part. Including Part 7, everything will be rewritten forms of the old parts.

Masterpost

Karen ignored you throughout the whole day. Ever since Dean had talked to her like that, she had not even looked at you. But at this moment you couldn’t care less about her.

What was more important and what was stuck in your head was the fact that Dean asked you out on a date. Was it even a date? Well, technically it would be a date right? After all, he invited you out for dinner and told you to dress nicely. Whatever it was, whether it was a date or just a friendly dinner, you would find out tonight.

You could barely focus on your work at all while all you did was think about that dinner. You were wondering if you actually even had anything nice and decent to wear or if you would have the time to take a shower and maybe get some time to shave, even if you did that just a few days ago. Maybe you could even wear matching underwear? Wait, you needed to stop thinking about that. You weren’t the type of person to hop into bed with someone on their first date… or were you? No, you were not!

While trying to get those thoughts out of your head, you wondered where he would take you and if you would have to pay for yourself. Did you even have enough cash in your purse? You wondered what Dean would be like now. Of course, you had seen his nice side by now, but yet he could always show different sides of him. You wondered what he would be wearing. The thought of him in a nice suit was sending tingles through your whole body.

But of course, you also had to start worrying. Would Dean be on time or would he rethink his actions and cancel the whole evening? What if he used that to make your life hell? You were becoming truly nervous. So many unanswered questions and it made you go insane.

Luckily time flew by faster than you expected while being so caught up in your thoughts and working. You nearly broke all laws and speed limits while you were driving home, but you had a good reason to. It was almost six and you had a little more than an hour left to get ready and look decent for Dean.

Once you arrived at your apartment, you hurried upstairs and immediately headed into the bathroom to take a shower, knowing how long it would take you. Especially if you still wanted to shave. Though you had to be quick, otherwise you wouldn’t be ready for Dean when he came to pick you up. Once you were done you wrapped a towel around your body and walked over to your bedroom and started to scavenge your wardrobe for something nice to wear which turned out to be harder than expected.

In desperation, you reached for your phone and called Kate.

“Hey Y/N, what’s up? she asked after picking up.

“I need your help. Dean invited me out to dinner and told me to wear something nice but I don’t know what to wear,” you explained and sounded frustrated as your eyes scanned your wardrobe.

“Wait, Winchester asked you on a date?! When did things get that serious between the two of you?” she asked, not helping you in your distress.

“It’s not a date! At least I don’t think it is. It’s just a nice dinner as a thanks for watching over Ben the other day… And you’re not helping! He will be here in 40 minutes and I’m standing in a towel! I haven’t even done my makeup or hair yet!” you kind of exclaimed.

“Okay, breathe. What about that black lace dress you wore to one of our kindergarten celebrations? I think you looked cute in it and he will definitely drool over you once he sees you in it,” she said and you started to look through your wardrobe to find that said dress.

“You think so?” you asked once you finally found it and held it against your body as you stood in front of your full-body mirror.

“Yes! Come on, or do you want to go naked? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind,” by the sound of her voice you could tell she was grinning from ear to ear.

“Okay okay… fine. Matching underwear or not?” you asked her. Why were you even asking her that? You should’ve ended the call once she told you which dress to wear.

“Well, depends if you want to get laid or not,” she answered.

“I don’t even know!” you sounded more offended than intended and sighed a little.

“Just put on matching underwear. Just in case,” she advised before the two of you said your goodbyes and you finally started getting dressed. You wore some thin black lace underwear and of course your black lace dress. In all honesty, you really thought you looked cute, even though the dress was quite tighter now than you remembered. The last time you wore it was two ago after all. You were surprised it still fit at all.

Once again you dried your hair and styled a little to how you liked it best and started to put on some makeup. You decided to go for a more natural look. Once you were done you glanced at yourself in the mirror, not quite sure what to think.

Quickly you grabbed your phone and snapped a couple of pics of your face, the dress and your overall and sent them to Kate, asking her for an opinion.

‘He’ll be all over you. Trust me ;)’ was the only thing she replied.

You smiled a little to yourself, after all, you were a little proud with the outcome of your looks. A loud knock on your door pulled you out of your thoughts before you hurried over to the door and slipped into your black heels first before opening it.

As you saw Dean, your jaw dropped a little. He was wearing a suit and he was even more attractive than you had imagined before. When your eyes finally reached his face, you noticed how his jaw was also hanging slightly open as he took in your body.

“You look amazing,” Dean stammered and finally looked up into your eyes, smiling as he did so.

“You’re not looking too bad yourself,” you gladly returned the smile.

“Are you ready to leave?” he asked.

“Just let me grab my purse and then we can go,” you nodded before heading inside once again, feeling his eyes burning on you. Quickly you put your phone and wallet into your purse and grabbed your keys before you headed outside and locked your house and put the keys into your purse as well.

Dean held out an arm for you, which you gladly held onto and walked down to his car with him.

“I booked a table for the two of us so we wouldn’t have to wait,” Dean said and opened the door to the passenger seat for you, helping you get in before he closed the door and got in on his side. Once the two of you were all ready, he took off to the restaurant.

Dean wasn’t lying when he said you didn’t have to wait. It was almost like he was already known in this restaurant as the two of you were greeted with a warm welcome and led to your table. It didn’t even take them long to bring you the menus and take your orders. They treated the two of you like their first priority and it really did make you feel quite special.

“Do you come here often or how comes were are being treated like royalty?” you asked him after your food came in and you started eating.

“The owner of this restaurant is a friend of my family or better said they are something like my family and I guess they became overly happy when I told them I was going to take out a beautiful lady to eat here,” Dean explained and you could feel yourself blushing a little.

“Oh, alright,” you gave him a smile and nodded before returning to your food.

“If it’s not too personal, may I ask if there’s a reason you reacted so protective over Ben when I picked him up late? I wondered ever since it happened because no one has ever reacted like that,” Dean carefully asked you.

“It’s fine,” you smiled at him quite sadly, “I grew up with teachers as parents and had a very strict life. I happened to be a little Miss Know It All according to everyone around me. I was the super smart kid, reminding everyone of what they can and can’t do and was pushed to be on time with everything by my parents. If I didn’t, they would always find a way to punish me. I guess that behavior imprinted on me and I could never stand anyone being late for anything. You might have noticed that you only got to know me pretty late, that was because I flew out to my mother cause my father has passed away. She was being very hard on me, blamed me for not being there for them and blaming me for being ‘such a hard child’ and giving my father so much trouble that his health went down drastically,” you explained and bit your lip a little as you remembered all of the things your mother said to you.

“I’m so sorry. I wish I had known, then I wouldn’t have been so hard on you,” Dean said sadly.

“It’s okay. I guess we both had our troubles but it’s okay now. Mind if I use the bathroom real quick?” you asked and he shook his head a ‘no’ before you headed to the bathroom.

You stood in front of the sink and freshened yourself up a little, making sure not to ruin any of your makeup, though. As you looked up into the mirror you noticed another girl standing right behind you, grinning. You turned around and just wanted to ask if she needed something as she gripped you tight and slammed you against a wall.

“So how close are you to that Winchester? Asking for a friend,” she winked and out of nowhere her eyes flashed black. Completely black! Your heart stopped beating for a moment and you felt like you were caught in a nightmare.

“W-what?” you stuttered, obviously not knowing what to say and slowly starting to panic.

“Come on, you know what I’m talking about or do I have to go hard on you?” she tilted her head a little before pulling out a knife and pressing it against your cheek.

“I-I don’t  know,” you kept stuttering and squeezed your eyes shut in hope she would disappear once you opened your eyes again. But instead, she pressed the knife into your flesh and cut your cheek.

“Son of a bitch!” you heard a growly voice and when you opened your eyes, you saw Dean pulling the woman away from you and stabbing her with a knife, causing some orange light to come from her before she fell to the ground and Dean took two long strides to walk over to you.

“Damn it, are you okay?” he asked and gently placed two fingers against your chin to turn your head to look at the cut. He took one of the paper towels and carefully wiped away the blood before pressing it against the wound to stop the bleeding. You wanted to say something, but you were too much in shock to do anything at all.

“Come on, I’ll bring you home,” he said before gently taking your hand in his and leading you outside before locking it from the outside hiding the key.

“Wait for a second,” he said and headed to an older lady at the bar of the restaurant and talked to her, as much as you wished to know what they were talking about, you couldn’t make it out.

“Alright, let’s go,” he said and took your hand once again and led you to his car.

The drive home was pretty quiet. Neither he nor you talked, though, for you, it was mostly because you couldn’t find any words for what had happened.

“We’re here. You know you can call me whe-” Dean started but you interrupted him.

“Can you stay with me, please?” you asked quietly and glanced at him.

“Of course. I just got to call Sam and tell him that he’ll have to keep Ben over because of what has happened,” Dean said before he got out of his car and walked over to your side, to help you out.

The first thing he did was call Sam once you were in your apartment. Afterwards he brought your first aid kit over to patch up your cut and then waited in the living room while you got ready for bed.

“Could you give me a blanket and pillow or should I just get some myself?” he asked once you joined him.

“You can share the bed with me,” you mumbled, barely to be heard, yet he understood you.

“If it’s okay for you,” Dean gave you a warm smile and you nodded at him before taking his hand into yours and walking over to your bedroom and got into bed. Dean undressed himself to his boxers before joining you in bed, leaving enough space for you as not to make you feel uncomfortable.

For a moment you hesitated and debated whether this was a good idea or not but eventually you scooted closer to Dean, resting your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“It’s going to be okay,” Dean whispered as he wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head.

“It’s all going to be okay,” he repeated only quieter this time.

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[toshler]

nsfw: camboys (how josh and tyler truly met)

(((( a.u. where ty and josh are professional fuck buddies - which turns into something more. i almost didn’t post this one because i don’t know all the details of camming, but to hell with it. enjoy ))))

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josh was randomly searching craigslist for couches and out of curiosity veered into the ‘adult’ section. he came across this ad:

28, looking for male regular for my live sex cam. send pics to tyjo88@gmail.com

usually josh would see these and move on, but noticed there was a picture of the ad poster. in the low res quality, josh could tell that he was very cute. josh was bored and horny, so decided he may as well give it a try. the guy didn’t look like an ax murderer or anything and maybe he had an old couch he needed to get rid of. 

it didn’t take long for the guy to email back. apparently his name was tyler, and he said josh looked to be the perfect fit. tyler said to come over to his apartment by 9 pm and expect to start working right away. he said to be warned, that he had a very demanding audience, but the job paid well and he’d receive a good portion. in the meanwhile, tyler spent his time taking a shower and freaking out over the hot guy that was about to come over. 

when josh first arrived at tyler’s apartment, he noted that it was much nicer than his and in a better part of town. when tyler opened the door, the whole ‘sketchy’ vibe of meeting someone from craigslist for sex work dwindled. tyler was very open and friendly, offering josh to take a seat and asked if he’d like anything to drink. josh sat on tyler’s ‘new’ couch and asked if he could have coffee.

tyler came back with the coffee and his own glass of wine. he explained that he mainly worked solo and just decided to venture into partnering with someone. he also said he was glad josh applied, because having another person might help with tips. josh admitted the reason he applied wasn’t so much to make money, but because he was bored/lonely and down for a good fuck. tyler said he wouldn’t regret his decision. he appreciated josh’s bluntness, but was a little insecure that josh may have been hotter than him. josh was secretly insecure tyler was the hotter one. once they finished their drinks, tyler invited josh to his ‘office’ to which josh happily accepted. 

the room was soundproofed with a large bed, a mirror, webcams, and a laptop on a desk across from the bed. it was a clean and plain looking room with white walls and hardly anything in it. all the bedding was dark blue, and there was a small dresser next to the bed, plus an average sized closet. tyler said it was basically the easiest, funnest job ever if you knew how to work people. 

“the only rule is no free shows. we may need to do stuff off camera though” tyler explained with a little smirk. this was all so new to josh, but it seemed like tyler knew what he was doing. the suggestion in tyler’s tone already had his blood flowing. 

tyler opened the laptop and turned the camera on so that they showed up within the frame. josh found it a little odd seeing himself, especially knowing that they were about to do sexual things for strangers to watch and pay. but the thought also turned him on. 

“ok ready?” tyler said as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. as soon as josh got on the bed, tyler crawled into his lap. he grinned at josh’s surprised reaction. 

“fuck ty-” josh muttered, until he was cut off by tyler crashing his lips to his. josh moaned into tyler’s mouth as he kissed him aggressively and wrapped his arms around the smaller man, pulling him down on top of him as they fell back. the kiss was needy, but turned soft and affectionate with time. tyler’s hands traveled down josh’s body, exploring carefully and undoing his jeans. 

josh didn’t realize what he was doing until tyler broke away to pull josh’s jeans halfway down his thighs. he pressed soft, slow kisses down josh’s happy trail and nuzzled his cheek against josh’s hardening cock, massaging him through his briefs while sucking marks into his hip. josh let out a low moan, head turning to the side and fingers running through tyler’s fluffy dark hair. tyler pulled away and sat back up to stare at a disheveled looking josh, cheeks flushed and eyes glossy. josh wanted nothing more than to see tyler writhing in pleasure underneath him. 

“okay, we’ll become familiar with each other, th-then we can kiss and edge each other on camera. but with our clothes on. clothes stay on ‘til tips.” tyler explained as professionally as possible. josh could tell he was horny as fuck but trying to maintain a business mindset, which made josh want to die of cuteness overload. josh sat back against the pillows as tyler zoomed the camera in a little and prepared to set up the live stream. josh was nervous, but also excited where it could lead. mostly, he was just horny and needed to be surrounded by tyler’s warmth and scent all over again.

tyler finished logging in. all he needed to do was press the record button and they would be on instantly. instead, he turned around and took his briefs off before climbing back in bed, giving josh a private show first. josh bit his lip, relishing at his first glance at tyler’s pretty cock. josh moaned again, shoving his hand in his briefs to stroke himself completely hard.

“don’t tease me, josh, show me” josh lifted his hips to slide them down, watching tyler’s face as his cock sprang back towards his stomach. the noise of approval tyler made was enough to cause warmth to spread throughout his groin. tyler laid next to him, hooking his leg over josh’s and running a hand up josh’s shirt as he kissed him again. he moved down his jawline and attached to his neck, shamelessly moaning and whimpering while sliding his cock against josh’s hip. josh moaned as tyler pinched his nipples under his shirt, then grazed his nails down his stomach, causing sparks of electricity. he stopped just short of josh’s cock. if josh wasn’t painfully hard a moment ago, he was now. 

“i thought you said no teasing” josh whimpered. tyler didn’t say anything right away, just gave a small laugh as he moved his hand lower and gripped josh’s cock and pulling it up from his stomach. 

“that only applies to you, not me. i’m the one in charge here” tyler teased while running his thumb over josh’s wet tip. josh reached down and gave tyler’s ass a squeeze, causing tyler’s hips to jerk and cock to nudge harder against his hip. 

“you’re just begging to be fucked, aren’t you” josh growled, making tyler’s eyes widen. tyler moaned an affirmative and straddled him. josh’s hands were all over him instantly, greedily running up and down his back under his shirt, over his ass, hips, thighs, then up his stomach and chest. tyler allowed this while rolling his hips, finding josh’s cock with his own and sliding against it.

“maybe we should start the show now?” tyler muttered, breathless and feeling himself getting worked up too quick. 

“okay, baby.” josh agreed, regaining his composure. tyler blushed at the pet name and stood up to put his briefs back on. josh tucked himself back into his briefs and kicked his jeans off as tyler went to his laptop to press record. right away people entered the room, new as well as regulars. the chat started filling up right away, which to josh was both nerve-wracking and exciting. 

oh you have someone with you is that your boyfriend? he’s hot let him eat you out cute couple what’s his name? sit on his face

tyler ignored it for a minute to set up the tip prices. he answered some of the questions about josh really quick, then explained that the show would get really good once tips started coming in. he stood up so that his tented briefs were in the frame to show that he was hard, then got into bed with josh. 

tyler pulled the cover over their laps, then told josh he would jerk him under the covers to tease them. josh nodded, and tyler licked his hand before sliding his hand into josh’s briefs. josh moaned, tilting his head back in pleasure. he gazed at the camera, biting his lip with bedroom eyes while he was obviously being jerked by tyler under the blanket. tips started rolling in, along with requests.

mmm get naked let’s see those hard cocks now plsss show  kiss both so hot fuck who’s bigger? KISSSSS

josh leaned forward to read them and couldn’t help but laugh at their incessant begging. he figured if he were in their situation, he’d be doing the same, but he was the lucky one who got to have tyler all to himself. 

“you’re a natural at this, josh. alright, time to take our clothes off.” tyler praised quietly so speakers wouldn’t pick up.

josh sat at the edge of the bed and pulled his shirt off, taking his time and making a show of it. he seen more comments quickly coming in, but didn’t read it. he knew his body was wank material. tyler leaned in to kiss down his neck and chest while moaning softly. josh knew he was showing off, but it was turning him on tenfold anyway. he could feel pre-cum sticking him to his briefs, which was getting quite uncomfortable. tyler stopped right before his soft lips made their way to josh’s sensitive nipple, reading more comments. josh had to stifle a whine. 

your friend looks ready to take you already bet he's rough how long you been together? yeah you want that dick slut wish that was me tbh how much for rimming?

tyler answered the questions, then stood up to take his briefs off in front of the camera while doing a little dance. josh couldn’t help but admire tyler’s perfectly round ass, imagining what he’d do to it for teasing him like that. josh pulled his briefs off as well to match tyler’s nakedness. tyler turned around to shake his ass playfully at the camera, then sat back down next to josh to caress him in different spots while staring at the camera. tyler knew too well where josh’s sensitive spots were, spending an agonizingly long time on his chest and nipples. josh stopped him to tilt his face up by his chin and kiss his lips softly at first, then deepened it. tyler sighed, bringing his hand up to josh’s cheek and letting josh dominate him. more tips and requests rolled in, and tyler broke away to check it. 

“alright show my hole, then suck you. ready, stud?” tyler asked casually. josh’s cock jerked at that and he made a soft grunting sound which tyler took as a ‘yes’. he smirked at josh’s animalistic state, thinking he looked so sexy like that.

“wait, show me first” josh said, feeling more possessive than usual. tyler raised his brows at it but obliged, turning his back towards him. josh spread him open and leaned down to touch his tongue to tyler’s entrance. tyler keened high and needy, moving forward slightly, but josh held his hips firmly. he give him a few hard licks before pulling away and slapping his right ass cheek.

“that’s just a little taste of what’s to come. alright, go ahead” josh said authoritatively. tyler just gawked at him for a moment, delighted by his dominant side. he said no free shows, but figured most of that was blocked from the frame anyway and left most to the imagination. tyler turned his back to the camera, spreading himself open to show his hole. he bent over and held it for a bit, making sure they got their money’s worth. josh talked dirty to him and held his cock the whole time. he gave tyler bursts of short, quick strokes as rewards to his responses. 

j - “you like exposing yourself to strangers on the internet, baby boy?” t - “mmmm yes daddy”  j - “but you’re mine. to them you’re just a little slut” t - “I know. i’m all yours” j - “good boy. spank yourself for me and count to 3” t - “1...oww” j - “harder” t - “2 uunnf....ahh...3!” j - “good boy. you like that”  t - “yes, thank you daddy”  j - “i’m gonna fuck you so hard baby boy” 

tyler moved his red, abused ass away from the camera to replace with his flushed, pretty face. he had kind of a half-tortured, half-lust expression as he read the comments. 

i’d lick that all day already wet, u slut i’m so hard ride his big daddy cock i want to fuck you while you suck him damnnnn you like it hard don’t you josh’s voice is so hot i love the dirty talk

tyler grinned at the last comment and zoomed the camera in a bit. he knelt on the floor and held josh’s cock in his hand while bringing his tongue out to taste the tip, then swirled his tongue around the head for a bit and kissed it, all while maintaining eye contact with the camera. josh couldn’t take anymore so he pushed tyler’s head down. tyler allowed more of his cock in, stretching his lips around him and sucking his cheeks in. he listened to josh falling apart above him and more tips rolled in, but was too busy sucking and jerking his own cock. tyler’s throat swallowed around josh’s cock and eyes squeezed shut as he held down for as long as possible, then pulled back up for breath. he blinked a few times, trying to read the comments as he languidly pumped josh in his hand. more drool leaked back out onto josh’s cock, adding to the wet slick sounds.

you’re so good at that baby can your tight hole take it as well mmmmmmmmmm come on, ride his cock don’t neglect his balls

tyler smirked at the last comment and sucked both josh’s balls into his mouth, paying them some attention before zooming the camera back out and getting up. josh already looked wrecked, and tyler felt kind of bad knowing he wanted to cum so bad, but they were just getting started. huge load meant huge tip. 

“it’ll be so worth it when you wait” tyler said empathetically. 

“i’ve edged before, but it’s a lot harder with someone else” josh confessed, laughing once he realized the pun, then shivering as tyler ran his thumb over his slit again. tyler’s heart fell when he realized he was falling in love with josh in front of hundreds of strangers online. he checked the chat and noticed the person that inquired about rimming had paid for it. 

“time to eat me, josh. what is more comfortable for you?” tyler asked. 

“you sitting on my face” josh answered, grinning excitedly. josh prided himself on his rimming abilities and exceptionally strong tongue. he laid his head towards the edge and tyler adjusted the camera before getting into position on his knees, ass towards the camera. josh spread him open and tyler lowered until he felt josh’s tongue glide along his hole, sending a spark of pleasure right through him. josh moaned and tongued him open while rhythmically massaging his cheeks. tyler resisted the urge to touch himself because he wouldn’t last much longer if he did, especially when josh kept making these insane growling noises which were sending vibrations right through him. when josh started fondling tyler’s balls, tyler lightly tapped josh’s arm and leaned forward.

“okay it’s...i almost came” tyler said, laughing embarrassed. josh was secretly flattered and desired to make tyler cum hard but didn’t want to blow the money shot. he didn’t care about the tips as much, but wanted to remain tyler’s “business partner” for a very long time. instead, they made out in front of the camera while playfully smiling and whispering things to each other in between kisses. if you hadn’t known any better, you would think they were together for years they had such good chemistry. 

are you gonna fuck that hot bottom? you guys are sooo cute together mmm hot kissing tongue action cum cum cum rub each other’s nipples both sexy bodies

tyler read some of the comments, thanking them and saying they’d fuck and cum once they met their goal. it was set high, but they considering demand it was worth waiting for that tip. they did little things to keep it sexy, like caressing each other’s bodies and flashing every once in a while. both were so hard it was almost painful, and josh was verging on blue balls. finally, someone tipped for josh to fuck tyler’s ass and cum on his back. 

“there’s lube in that top drawer over there” tyler informed josh, who quickly retrieved it. 

josh was practically giddy with excitement to fuck tyler for the first time and cum. it was somehow even more rewarding that someone paid to see it, like he’d earned the privilege. he smiled and thanked the tippers immensely, blowing kisses at the camera. tyler could just sense that he was in for it, so he submitted by getting on all fours and presenting his ass to josh. he leaned on his forearms and arched his back beautifully for josh, who dipped into bed behind him and roughly grabbed his hips, teasing his hole with his cock. josh spread a generous amount of lube in his hand and spread it all over his cock before sliding it through tyler’s ass cheeks, teasing him more. finally, tyler’s breath hitched as he felt the first inch or so slide inside him. josh and tyler both moaned loudly when josh fully bottomed out, then he started rocking his hips back and forth, jack-hammering into tyler. tyler cried out with every slap of josh’s hips against his ass, and his cock leaked out onto the sheets. 

meanwhile the comments were going crazy. tyler and josh had completely abandoned the fact that they had over hundreds of strangers watching them fuck, and tipping. josh held onto tyler’s hips, alternating speeds, pressures, and angles until he got just the right one that made tyler shake, cry out, and clench around josh’s cock. josh was already close, but this extra reaction from tyler almost pushed him over the edge. josh sped up his thrusts for half a minute, before pulling out and jerking off fast and furious over tyler’s ass and lower back. in the frantic moment his aim was off by a hair and his cum shot up between tyler’s shoulder blades and some got into his hair. he allowed the waves of intense pleasure course through him, totally unaware of anything else at the moment. he didn’t realize until tyler shifted underneath him a bit that it was all over tyler’s back, drying on his skin and in his hair. 

“tyler, i’m so sorry!” josh apologized. tyler found it funny and cute.

“it’s alright, you’re new. there’s some wipes in the second drawer” tyler assured him while laying flat on his stomach. josh retrieved those and began wiping down his mess. tyler checked the comments, laughing at some of the reactions. 

“yes, i will cum too! but where should i do it?” tyler asked out loud to the camera. someone tipped and requested that josh sucked him off then kissed tyler with the load still in his mouth. tyler had never tried that, but the more he thought about it, the hotter it sounded. tyler proposed the idea to josh, and josh was pretty enthusiastic about it. in fact, he was just enthusiastic about having his tongue, mouth, or cock anywhere on tyler’s body or bodily fluids. 

josh laid tyler on his back, and even though tyler was still hard and didn’t require any foreplay, josh still wanted to. he started by sensually french kissing him while teasing his nipples. tyler moaned into it, body hyper sensitive to every touch in anticipation of cumming and josh’s mouth. josh moved down to tyler’s neck, and tyler tilted his head back to give him more access. josh loved sucking hickies into his skin there, and grazing his tongue over his bobbing adam’s apple. he continued down, pausing to tongue and suck over his nipples and down his stomach, pausing at his belly button. he was taking his time, but their viewers were appreciating every bit of it. josh spent very little time on tyler’s inner thighs and hips, both getting impatient. once josh did get to his cock though, he took him all the way, making tyler buck his hips and moan involuntarily. it was the hottest thing ever, how violently tyler’s body responded to the onslaught of sensation. tyler felt like he was at a hundred percent arousal as josh was teasing him, but it spiked from fifty to a hundred in the moment josh went full throttle on his cock with his mouth. josh held tyler’s hips down, working his magic and causing tyler’s hands to fly to josh’s head, mumbling incoherent praises. 

“oh god, i’m gonna cum, JOSH” tyler yelled when suddenly he was filling josh’s mouth with his cum, convulsing and grabbing the sheets. josh accidentally swallowed some from the sheer force it shot to the back of his throat, but managed to hold some in his mouth. when tyler settled down, dazed and absently caressing josh’s shoulder, josh let tyler’s cock slip from his mouth and showed the cum to their viewers. he wrapped a hand around tyler’s throat and hovered his lips over tyler’s, who instinctively opened his mouth and allowed josh’s tongue to slip in along with the salty mouthful of liquid. tyler’s eyes rolled back at the visceral, sexual feeling he got from tasting himself in josh’s mouth, who was eagerly sliding his tongue around his and sucking. only one thought was going through tyler’s mind, and it was this guy is a keeper, i can’t let him go.

“hey josh, want to maybe um, hang out spend the night? you can just sleep in my bed. if you want of course.” tyler asked josh after the show when they were putting their clothes back on. josh smiled and nodded with no hesitation whatsoever, thinking tyler was silly for even fearing rejection. if tyler didn’t ask, he would’ve been worried. 

the next morning, josh woke up to tyler on his lap and the smell of pancakes and bacon. josh stretched and yawned, a laugh being forced out by how tyler was smiling down at him. 

“we make such a good team” tyler said. 

“yeah we do” josh responded, without hesitation, pulling tyler down for more kissing. 

[tnaypi3]

PHILIPPINES 2018

OTON, ILOILO

Our first ever stop upon arriving in Iloilo -  Anhawan beach resort where my cousins and I frequented on weekends. About a 10min drive from our house.

Iloilo City - how we Filipinos celebrate when an OFW (Overseas Filipino Worker - hahaha!) comes home. Participating humans consist of dearest family, highschool and college friends.

Alex was so mindblown how the bill only came out Php3500. Roughly $70.

GUIMARAS

Day 2, we visited family from my mom’s side. It took about 15mins via pumpboat. Naturally the whole gang came along.  

It’s more provincial than Iloilo. Air is fresher and life is simpler and much slower. 

Alex falling in love with my cousin’s Shih Tzu pups

We spent the whole day being toured around Guimaras island via car by my cousins, popping in and out of different beaches and views

My lovely maternal cousins and cousins in law

Met my first niece!

OTON, ILOILO - Nes & Tat’s beach resort

About a 10min walk away from our house. Spent way too much weekends here with cousins and friends as well. So nostalgic!

Happy that pretty much everything still looks the same.

We didn’t ask what exactly was going on but it really seemed like goats have taken over the resort haha!

Guimbal church - further south, one of the oldest churches in Iloilo. About a 25min drive from home.

And some more goats.

One was VERY friendly

Family from my mother’s side. Silver haired woman on the left is my mom’s fraternal twin sister and woman not looking is my grandmother.

College friends and I showing Alex how kareoke is just another favorite islander activity. Also our last day night in Iloilo.

We had to relocate to the building’s garage cause they had to close

My bestfriends, my cousins that I grew up with. We lived together under one roof since I had to move to the states in 2011. Tall guy behind is my cousin Monica’s suitor. So traditional, so cute. And Josh who’s beside Alex is same age as Ryan

BACOLOD - a neighboring island, a city about 2hrs via ferry from Iloilo

L-R: Moses & Fergie, my highschool bestfriends, cousin Monica & Tita (aunt) May.

Without my grandma in Iloilo, Tita May spoiled us with the best lutong bahay,  literally meaning cooked at home. She made the usually pork/chicken-based  Filipino dishes vegan. It was the best treat, Alex said it was like waking up to a hotel with the heartiest meal every morning. On top of that were the sweetest tropical fruits and native pastries. ( I have to find those pictures to add them here!!!)

LAKAWON BEACH RESORT, BACOLOD

Quiet little paradise. I wish my whole Iloilo fam were there but my uncle had to a major construction project going on, cousin Clarisa had a concert booked many months ago in Manila and my youngest cousin Josh had his prom the night before and couldn’t make it to our early call time.

Testing our outdoor/underwater camera. One of my fave pics on this trip. Philippine sun looks good on Alex!

Sharing some yoga fun and bliss with loved ones.

So happy my highschool bestfriends took off from work to spend the weekend with us though!

We did a 20min sunrise yoga and meditation led by Alex and myself. They loved it.

Twisty unpside down tripod

We woke up early for this view! Nothing like sunrise watching with special people by your side.

Next eldest cousin, Monica

My little sunshine 

CEBU CITY - 45min plane ride away from Iloilo

My uncle conviced us to spend the night at his mother and sister’s place instead of a hotel. 

They had a framing business and an art gallery.

Hearty Filipino dinner spread over catching up and exchanging of stories. How spoiled are we!

They had a mattress brought out and placed in the middle of the gallery for us. It was so dreamy.

Next day was Valentine’s day, thus the all red ensemble. Saying goodbye after another hearty meal before we headed down south to Badian, Cebu.

BADIAN CEBU - rainforest, canyoneering, waterfalls 

This was supposed to be our canyoneering day but it got canceled due to a typhoon. We explored the area instead and found ourselves the infamous Kawasan Waterfalls. 

After  4 hours of canyoneering the next day, little did we know we were gonna be invited to jump this waterfall by our tour guides. The last and grandest jump of many.

all about that provincial life

“exploring the neighborhood”, Philippines style

After being told that canyoneering might still be held off the next day due to the typhoon (though it was already on it’s way to another part of the country), we woke up to a go signal, woohoo!

Only best shared with this human.

It’s as dreamy as it looks. Just a bitty chilly.

Bedroom view

SANTANDER, CEBU

Two days later, further south, we woke up to this beautiful farm. At this point, I really felt ever so embraced, pampered by nature. 

Listening to a schirping oundbath from the farm’s resident birds

Three hours later, we were in a ferry on our way to Siquijor. Known as the mystic island where most mountain-dwelling shamans, healers witch doctors are from, I actually grew up fearing even just the name of the place. 

Over the years though, this reputation has been dispelled, thanks to social media maybe? Travel-thirsty explorers made the island more and more famous each year through word of mouth and of course, blogs, instagram and facebook. 

It was more beautiful than I’d ever imagined.

I can’t believe we actually stayed in this beautiful paradise.

Plus a yoga studio???

Breakfast of champs!

Breakfast with a view is an understatement on this one

And playful island pups????

400year old Balete tree

Ancient church in Siquijor

Cambugahay falls. What a sight. What a feeling.

We had the sweetest tricycle driver who took us around. Apparently Siquijor is the third smallest province in the country. Like Guimaras, you can also drive through the whole island in one day.

Thankfully, Alex doesn’t have to tild his head sideways or crouch because the roof is tall enough. The other ones, including jeepneys (our mode of public transportation in Iloilo) he had to because he was too tall for it. Way too tall, haha! 

Golden hour at Salagdoong beach. There was another ledge with a 35ft drop in the water but we were too spent, literally from jumping waterfalls and from one place to another. We opted for sunset watching & cold beer, mmmm!

Day2 at Siquijor, unveiling the beauty of Lugnason Falls. This one is so underhyped which is a good thing. It was quiet and there was just a couple when we got in.

These sunkissed boys are tour guides that’ll meet you by the road before descending your way to the falls. It’s not allowed to go to the waterfalls without them. Beside Alex is our guide, Ricky. He’s a wild one and I love it. I thought I was done jumping for the day, still feeling the effects of the previous days’ jumps. Alex and I were swimming and hanging out when from above, I heard Ricky calling me and pointing the giby his side “She’s gonna do it! Come on up Christine, jump!!!!” And I was like “Say no more!!!!!” It was a 35ft drop and felt like heaven. I bade Siquijor, my favorite one goodbye by jumping 3 (or 4???) times.

Siquijor forever in my heart

PUERTO PRINCESA, PALAWAN

Our new home for two nights!!

Place is not by the beach but they had pools and we were not complaining!!!

Squeezed in a quick but intense hike at Mt. Magarwak. For roughly 2 hrs back and forth, we climbed up the steep mountain for that extra toasty look, haha!

Alex’s breakfast buds and good morning committee. The next morning there were four.

EL NIDO, PALAWAN

Currently one of the most hyped places in the country. But rightfully so. People are sweet and the beaches are like no other. Though I might have said or felt it for every destination we have been to :)

Another super sweet tricycle driver who made our afternoon trip to Nacpan Beach such a magical one. He insisted on us going all the way, further in to the beach so we can have a more private beach to ourselves. AND BOY, WE DID. 

Countless coconut trees welcoming us to Nacpan Beach 

We were joined by my highschool friend, Kitz. She also doubles as secondary tour manager and customer service whenever we need to do some sorting over the phone.

Unforgettable afternoon with these lovelies

Golden bliss

Moon rise cheshire smile

EL NIDO Day2- island tour 

This boat was almost made for us

We saw roughly 9 or 10 islands all day

Stalking Alex stalking fishes

Hidden Beach

Best snorkeling experience ever

Paddling to the lagoons. I have better footage here but in video form. I will have to edit and compile them soon!

MANILA

National Museum

300 yr old (???) St. Agustine Church

Last hurrah with friends based in Manila

Happy puppy

Bye PH, you are perfect.