#is it now time to clock put and be a silly goose yet?

[uncanny-tranny]

The whole "breasts shouldn't be politicized because the primary purpose of breasts is to feed babies!" can be a fine jumping-off point, but I really wish people thought deeper than that when we talk about the ways in which bodies are politicized and restricted.

Like, why's it that when we talk about breasts, they must have some Higher Purpose? It's true that breasts aren't inherently sexual, but they aren't valuable solely because they can potentially feed a baby. A human body doesn't have to serve a Higher Purpose in order for it to not be legislated against or policed, and I just wish people would remember it isn't always about babies, about other people, about anything else other than the people who have that body.

[succubusmelt]

Ok, since my birthday is coming up, (I’m turning 19 on the 20th! :D) can we have a fanfic about all the yanderes like Jack/Joseph, Peter Dunbar, Alan Orion, and John Doe planning a surprise birthday for them? Like the MC had forgotten that their birthday is coming up so the yanderes plan out a small little surprise like a date at anyplace. It could be at a park, home, movie, theme park, restaurant, ANYWHERE!

Thank you!! Here’s some tea for you 😌☕️

Tk for the tea! :) and happy birthday~

SUNNYDAY JACK!

That morning, you awoke and began your daily routine as usual. You wandered into the kitchen half asleep, unaware that today was in fact your birthday.

Jack, the cheerful phantom clown who only you could see, had been planning a surprise for weeks. As you entered the kitchen, Jack jumped out from behind the counter shouting "Happy birthday!" while throwing confetti.

You looked at him confused. "It's not my birthday Jack."

Jack laughed. "Silly goose, of course it is! I've had this date marked for months."

You checked your phone and saw to your surprise that it was indeed your birthday. You had completely forgotten.

"Huh, would you look at that. I totally forgot it was my birthday today," you chuckled.

Jack beamed. "Well then, good thing I didn't forget! I've made your favorite chocolate chip pancakes and have a special birthday cupcake waiting."

You smiled at Jack's thoughtfulness. "Aww Jack, you didn't have to do all this."

"Nonsense!" said Jack. "Your birthday is important, we must celebrate!"

You sat down at the small kitchen table as Jack served you a stack of fluffy pancakes and a cup of coffee.

Jack then brought over a lit candle stuck in a cupcake, singing the birthday song at the top of his lungs. You couldn't help but chuckle at Jack's enthusiastic yet slightly off-key singing.

You blew out the candle and made a wish. The two of you spent the morning chatting and laughing over breakfast.

You were grateful to have Jack to help make your birthday feel special in his own unique way.

"Thank you, Jack, you're the best person I could ask for today," you said sincerely.

Jack beamed. "Anything for you, sunshine!" he replied. "Now, how about some movies and maybe cuddle in the sofa?"

"Sounds perfect," you laughed.

JOHN DOE!

You awoke to the shrill beeping of your alarm, hitting snooze and rolling over with a groan. Just another day, or so you thought. Downstairs, John was already wide awake, a manic glint in his yellow eyes. Today was special - it was your birthday! And John wouldn't let you forget it, oh no. He had big plans to make this the best birthday ever, because the subject of birthdays has always seemed curious to him. So he probably spent a lot of time looking at them and analyzing them on TV.

This was going to be the perfect day! He giggled to himself as he troed to hung streamers and balloons all around the house. Into the kitchen next, whipping up a towering (burned) cake. He just loved, loved, loved crafts!

But something was missing…presents! John had searched far and wide for the perfect gifts, each one specially selected to make you smile. Something colorful and full of confetti, meaty and squishy covers most of the furniture in your house and seems to be something sticky. Anyone else would be grossed out, but you were used to it, and somehow it seemed… cute. Even Doe took it upon himself to put a bow on the slimy stuff.

Glancing at the clock, John realized you would be waking up soon. As he heard your footsteps coming down the stairs, he darkened the room and hid behind the sofa, barely able to contain his excitement.

"SURPRISE!" he shouted, leaping out with a flourish as you stepped into the living room. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! I planned a whole party just for you!" You were stunned, having co

mpletely forgotten it was even your birthday. Taking in the decorations, the gross slime in your houses that John had prepared, you were overwhelmed by the effort. "I made this cake myself, 3 whole layers of chocolatey goodness, your favorite!" John exclaimed, wheeling out the mammoth confection. His grin stretched impossibly wide as he waved his arms with flourish like a gameshow host revealing a prize. Before you could even process this surprise, he grabbed your hand and pulled you along. He bounced on his toes and spoke a mile a minute, barely pausing for breath in his exhilaration.

"I just love, love, LOVE birthdays! The presents, the games, the candy, the fun! But most of all I love YOU!" He threw his wiry arms around you in an enthusiastic hug before darting off again.

Despite the shock of it all, you couldn't help but smile at his childlike joy and excitement to celebrate your birthday. No one had ever gone to such lengths for you before. As the day went on, John made sure you were having the time of your life. He even popped out of the massive cake, sending frosting flying everywhere, but laughing all the while.

"This is the best birthday I've ever had!" he declared, licking buttercream off his fingers. You had to admit, it was pretty unforgettable. No one else would or could have done all this for you. Finally, the sugar crash was setting in. As the sun set outside, you and John snuggled up on the couch together, you nestled against his chest. He smiled down at you, his expression softening.

"Did you have a fun day?" he asked, twirling a lock of your hair idly around his slender finger. You nodded, still basking in the glow of the day's events. No matter what misadventures tomorrow might bring, you would always remember the time and love John put into this special day, just for you.

ALAN ORION!

You woke up like any other day, oblivious that this particular day marked another year of your life. As you went through your morning routine, there was no indication that today was special. No one called to wish you a happy birthday, no gifts waiting for you when you went downstairs. For you, it seemed like just another ordinary day.

But someone did remember. Hidden among the trees of the forest you often visited, Alan had been preparing. For weeks he had been planning something special, eager to celebrate your birthday in his own unique way.

The night before, under the cover of darkness, he had snuck into your home while you slept. Confirming the date in your calendar, he grinned in anticipation. You had no idea what he had in store for you. After watching you for a bit, he slipped back out and returned to the forest.

Today, Alan was up before the sun, too excited to sleep. He spent the early hours tidying up his little clearing in the woods, decorating it with wildflowers and vines. He prepared all your favorite foods, packing a basket with sweet treats to share. His gifts for you were handmade trinkets wrapped in simple brown paper and tied off with twine.

Alan could hardly wait for you to arrive. He paced around, checking and rechecking everything. He wanted it to be perfect for you. Finally deciding he was ready, he grabbed his axe and headed out to the woods to gather more firewood. He hoped to lead you back just at the right moment.

As Alan chopped wood, you began your walk through the forest trail. Breathing in the fresh air, you slowly wandered along, enjoying the peace of nature. You hadn't gotten far when Alan appeared, as if out of nowhere, right on the path in front of you.

"Well, hey there, doe-eyes! Fancy running into you!" He greeted you cheerfully. Taking your hand, he guided you off the trail towards his secluded clearing.

You gave him a puzzled look, uncertain why he was acting so excited today. But you followed along, trusting him completely.

Reaching the clearing, Alan led you into the little area. "I have a surprise for you…"

Stepping forward, you gasped in awe. The cozy space was filled with wildflowers, sweet aromas, and decorations just for you. In the center sat a small cake with lit candles. You turned to Alan in shock.

"Happy birthday!" He shouted, pulling you into a warm embrace. "I wanted to celebrate you today. Make this day special. Do you like it?"

You were utterly surprised, touched by the thoughtfulness of it all. You had completely forgotten your own birthday, but Alan had remembered. He knew this date was important to you and wanted to make you feel loved.

Taking your hand, he led you around the clearing, showing you all he had prepared. The food, the handmade gifts, every detail was just for you. No one had ever done anything so thoughtful.

As the sun began to set, you found yourself slow dancing with Alan in the candlelight. His arms wrapped protectively around you as he hummed a sweet melody. This woodland birthday party turned out to be the most memorable one yet thanks to your dear Alan.

PETER DUNBAR!

Today is your birthday, though it's far from your mind when your alarm jolts you awake this morning. You silenced it and started your usual morning routine - shower, breakfast, quick scroll through your phone. The date doesn't even register.

Meanwhile, Peter has been giddy with excitement for weeks leading up to this day. He knows everything about you, including your birthday, and wants to make it extraordinarily special.

You're just about to head out the door for work when you hear the doorbell ring. You open it to find a delivery man with a massive bouquet of roses in every color - red, pink, yellow, white. "Special delivery for your birthday!" he announces cheerfully. Birthday? Oh right, it's your birthday! You had completely forgotten. What a wonderful surprise, you think, as you take the flowers and find the card from Peter.

After stopping to put the roses in water, you rush off to work, not wanting to be late. When you arrive at your desk, you find a perfectly wrapped gift waiting for you. Opening it up reveals a set of expensive bath oils and lotions in your favorite scents - peach, mango, coconut. "A special treat for your special day! Enjoy! Love, Peter" the note attached says. These will be so lovely to use after a long day, you think, touched by his thoughtfulness.

Leaving work that evening, exhausted after a long day, you find one last surprise waiting for you. When you enter your apartment, the lights are off, which is odd. Suddenly, they flip on, and Peter jumps out from hiding shouting "Surprise!" The living room is decorated with balloons and streamers. Your dining table is spread with your favorite foods. In the center is an enormous bouquet of vibrant flowers.

Peter runs up and embraces you. "Happy birthday, darling! I wanted to make this day so special for you." You beam, tears pricking your eyes. You can't believe he put all of this together for you.

"I totally forgot it was even my birthday!" you say with a laugh. "This is incredible, Peter. Thank you so much for everything - the flowers, gifts... It's too much. I'm overwhelmed by your generosity and thoughtfulness."

Peter is thrilled to see you so delighted. "You deserve to feel loved and celebrated on your birthday. I'd do anything to see your beautiful smile," he says, gazing at you adoringly.

You give him a tender kiss, touched by how well he knows you and the immense effort he put into orchestrating thoughtful surprises to brighten your day. While Peter may go overboard with his intensity sometimes, today it comes from a place of pure love and devotion.

Despite your chaotic schedule, Peter made sure your birthday did not go uncelebrated. Thanks to him, you feel so special and cared for on this day. You blow out the candles on your cake together, share a delicious meal, and end the night dancing in the living room - the perfect birthday thanks to Peter's selfless attention to detail and desire to see you smile.

[dabislilbaby]

You're the Only Thing That Makes Sense - Part 2

Bakugo x f!Reader

A/N: alright, I lied in the last one. There's only going to be 2 parts. I don't think this one was as good as my first but I hope ya'll enjoy it all the same. Feedback is welcome so lmk what u think. :)

Part 1

Warnings⚠️: 18+, smut, unprotected sex (no creampie tho), taking v-card, praise kink, dacryphilia (kinda) choking, biting, idk how to tag this but the hand cover mouth thing, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms. Nicknames: teddy bear, baby, and idiot (this is bakugo we're talking about, gotta throw an insult in somewhere)

Summary: you were separated from your childhood friends, just to be reunited with them again 11 years later. What was once an innocent childhood crush, resurfaced years later. You always knew that Katsuki treated you differently than everyone else, but what exactly did that mean?

Word Count: 6.2k

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The next morning you woke by the sun glaring thru the window. Still wrapped in Katsuki's arms. He was snoring quietly next to you and you thought it was cute. For just a second, the thought of kissing him invaded your brain. But you quickly waved away that ridiculous idea.

You'd never told Katsuki this, but when you were little kids, you used to have the biggest crush on him. That's why you followed him around with Izuku all the time. You'd thought that the years that had past would have been forgiving, but now you realized that the silly childhood crush still lingered.

You rolled over taking a look at the clock next to his bed. 7:13am it read. You immediately felt strong arms grip you by the waist, pulling you backwards. Katsuki was still sleeping, but even unconscious he wanted you close to him. Your back now flush with his chest, arm wrapped around your waist. Your face was dusted with a light shade of pink, not sure what to think about it. Nor what to do about it either. You felt his face nuzzle into the back of your neck, feeling the warmth coming from his nose on your skin. Still hearing his soft snores only inches away. You laid there, not daring to move out of his grip. Not that he'd let you even if you tried.

His alarm went off at exactly 7:45am. He reached over you to smack the clock and make it shut up before letting his arm fall back to your waist. He grunted in annoyance at having to wake up. You could tell he wasn't a morning person. He lifted himself up, putting his weight on his elbows. You didn't move just yet. You kept your eyes closed as he adjusted himself, not wanting him to see that you were still blushing from his unconscious actions. He must have thought you were still asleep, because the way he moved your hair to study your 'sleeping' face, was something you didn't think he'd ever do if you were conscious. You heard a deeply pained sigh come from him as he watched you. "I'm no good for you, teddy bear" he said in a whisper so quiet you almost didn't hear him. What was he saying? He surley wouldn't have said something like that if he knew you were listening. What did it mean?

It took everything in you not to react to his words. Instead, you decided to fake it. Pretend like you'd just woken up. Act like you didn't hear a thing. You stretched your arms and rolled over, turning to meet his gaze. "Morning." He said to you in the deepest tone you'd ever heard come out of him. His voice was dark and raspy. The sound sending goose bumps along your back. You did your best to hide your face with the blanket and the sleeves of your hoodie that you still wore. "morning" you replied. He reached to you, pushing the blanket and some of your hair out of the way as his eyes glazed over the still prominent bruise on your face, and then back to your eyes. "You wanna tell me who did this?" You looked away. You didn't want to tell him. But at the same time you wanted to tell him everything. He could tell you were conflicted on how to answer, so he asked you a simpler question. One that could be answered with just a yes or no. "Was it your dad?" He spoke softer. You hesitated, but then reluctantly nodded your head. Still avoiding his eyes. Rage filled him and his jaw clenched. "I'll kill that fucking bastard." He mumbled so quietly under his breath. It was silent for a moment, before you spoke. "Thank you for letting me stay last night. I feel a lot better." You commented nervously. All he could do was nod in reassurance.

There was a knock on the door, slight panic filled both you and Katsuki. Not wanting anyone to see you in bed together, knowing exactly how it looks. But before either of you said anything, the person spoke thru the door. It was Kirishima. "Bakugo, Mr. Aizawa said that we're training at ground beta today so we need to grab our hero suits and meet him there for class." You and Bakugo looked at each other. "Okay" he yelled back thru the door, leaving no further responses. You were relieved when you heard his footsteps fade. But knowing that other people were awake meant you had to figure out how to get to your room without being seen.

Without saying anything, Katsuki rolled himself out of bed. "I'll go out there and I'll let you know if it's clear." He spoke, slipping on a pair of grey house shoes. He opened his door and walked out into the hallway, a few seconds later he stuck his arm thru the the door and signaled a "come" motion. You knew it was safe to leave his room without being seen. Or at least you thought.

The second you stepped out into the hallway, shouji walked out of his room 2 doors over. You and Bakugo froze. Shoujis eyes darted between the two of you, and then you saw him do a zipper motion over his mouth before throwing his hands up in defense and walking away. You didn't realize you were holding your breath until you finally let it go.

You quickly made your way to your room, making sure that no one else could tell that you came from kacchan's, and hoping shouji would actually keep his mouth shut. You waited until all of the other girls were out of the washroom before taking your shower so you could avoid the questions about your bruises. And in that moment you were greatful that you designed your hero costume covering most of your body. You took your shower, brushed your teeth, and did your best to cover up the marks on your face with makeup. Everyone met in the common area before walking to school. Usually you walked with Izuku. Mostly to spend time catching up with him, but also because Kacchan always seemed to prefer being alone in the morning. He would put his ear buds in and ignore everyone, walking by himself. But today, he stayed close to you. You didn't mind, you were happy about it actually. You just weren't sure why his behavior changed. The two of you walked a few feet behind the rest of the group, and he handed you one of his ear buds. You silently accepted and stuck one in your ear. An older song by one of your favorite bands played. You didn't expect him to listen to music like this, but you were pleasantly surprised.

The two of you were silent the whole way to school, but it was a comfortable silence.

Once you got there, you handed Kacchan his ear bud and you parted directions. The group filed into the classroom, everyone grabbing their costumes from a numbered slot before changing into them and heading to ground beta. Mina and Uraraka were talking to you, saying they were excited to see your hero costume since this would be the first time you'd be using it since arriving at U.A.

It was a black skin tight body suit with thick curved purple lines tracing the sides. The suit came up to your neck like a halter top with a chest window and an open back. It cut off at your shoulders, but you had long purple gloves that reached to your under arm, exposing only the shoulders. The legs had slits running the outer sides of your thighs to your ankles, being held together by thick purple stitching, exposing little skin. You liked your hero suit. At first you weren't a fan of how tight it was, showing off the shape of your entire body. But you knew it was best for your agility so nothing would get in the way. And you'd grown accustomed to the tight fit over the past year. You slipped on your plain black boots with a slight heel, and the black mask that was molded to your face around your eyes. You'd added a support item to your boots that let you jump a lot higher then normal. Because your quirk wasn't the best for combat, you had to focus a lot on being fast and flexible.

You'd made your way to ground beta with the rest of the class, and it was your first time in one of U.A.'s training grounds. The group stood in front of Mr. Aizawa as he explained today's training activity. You could feel a few pairs of eyes on you. One was definitely Kaminari. You knew this because you heard kirishima smack him in the back of the head and told him to stop staring. but more importantly, Katsuki's eyes were on you too. His eyes glazed your tight fitted suit, the way it hugged your curves. Not leaving very much to the imagination. You'd definitely grown up, he thought to himself, feeling a lump in his throat. He forced himself to look away, doing his best to pay attention to Aizawa.

"Today I'll pair you up in brackets and we'll be doing some basic combat training. We've done this many times so you all should be familiar with how this works. But I'll explain it for our newest student" he motioned to you. "Essentially. You will be assigned to another student at random. The two of you will fight. Win by pinning down your partner for a total of 5 seconds, or render them immobile. Winners fight winners, losers fight losers. I'll be watching and taking notes. Afterwards I'll discuss with you all individually where you've improved from last time and what you still need to work on."

This seemed easy enough. It was just basic combat training which you'd gotten pretty good at. "The brackets are on that screen behind you and you can check there to see who you'll be fighting next." The whole class looked at the brackets to see who their first match would be. Yours was... Ugh, Mineta??

You didn't like him very much, but you were at least glad that it'd be pretty easy to take him.

A few other people went before you. Winners being Mina, Sero, Todoroki, and Jiro. You and Mineta we're up next. He started throwing his purple balls at you, trying to stick you to the floor. But you were too fast and doged them all. It took you only a minute to pin him down and win. Your name was moved up on the bracket. You sat back and watched the other matches play out. Kacchan was up against Tokoyami. You weren't sure how this would play out because dark shadow seemed very powerful. When the buzzer went off, dark shadow rose from Tokoyami's back, going in for an attack. Kacchan immediately fired off an explosion. Dark show shreeks backwards, and Bakugo just kept throwing more blows. Dark shadow seemed to be weekend by the bright light and you immediately saw how this fight would end. Bakugo was yelling and screaming the whole time. You heard "YOU COULD NEVER BEAT ME, BIRD BRAIN!" come from Kacchan as he pumbled dark shadow with light from his explosions. The fight was over pretty quickly, bakugo clearly coming out on top.

You checked the board, and realized Kacchan would be the person you fought next. Oh boy.

Everyone finished their first round of brackets, taking a break and getting some water.

When it was time for your fight with Kacchan, you felt a little nervous. Trying to strategize in your head.

If you get close enough to touch his gauntlets, you might be able to control their movements. The two of you stood in the ring, waiting for the start buzzer. "Don't worry teddy bear, I'll go easy on you" and with that, the buzzer went off. His words caught you off guard. That was the same thing he called you this morning. Did he know you were awake? Did he say that just now on purpose to distract you? And then you realized that you actually were infact distracted.

Once you came away from your thoughts, Katsuki was already running twords you. "Shit" you whispered to yourself. You quickly jumped right as he was about to make impact. Katsuki turned quickly to wear you'd landed. "So you have springs in those boots huh?" He said loud enough for you to hear, cockyness in his voice. "Just makes a better challenge for me." He wasn't yelling at you like he was tokoyami, but he had the same tone when he spoke. You could tell that he was really into fighting.

He blasted himself off the ground, doing a flip mid air to land a blow before you could get out of the way. The explosion blew you back a few feet, but you managed to keep your footing somehow. The two of you went back and forth for a few minutes, him trying to hit you with an explosion and you doing your best to dodge. He didn't seem to be as aggressive as he was in his last fight. Maybe he was going easy on you. But you had no time to think about it.

He did another flip to get close to you, landing on his feet right in front of you for a close combat blow. You managed to slip between his legs before the blast, touching the inside of one of his gauntlets on your way thru. "YES!" you yelled. You'd finally got close enough to use your quirk. Standing up a few feet away from him, you lifted him in the air with the gauntlet you'd touched. You slammed him on the ground a few time, and he tried his best to blast in your direction with his free arm. You'd left a few good scratches on him for sure. Then he managed to slip off the gauntlet that you'd touched, making him fall to the ground. The gauntlet still flouting above him. "Fuck!" You thought. You threw his gauntlet off to the side, it no longer being of any use to you. "That's a cute trick, but play time is over!" He spoke from a few feet away.

He charged at you again, making sure to hit you with consistent long distance blows so you couldn't get away. Before long you felt him tackle you, pinning your entire body to the concrete. You struggled and squirmed beneath him. You made eye contact and you stopped moving. His breathing was heavy and so was yours. He had positioned himself in such a fashion to have your arms pinned above your head, and his knees rested on your things to keep you in place. His entire body weight was on you and you definitely weren't going anywhere. His stare lingered for a few long seconds. Both of you breathing in each other's air because of how close you were. His eyes never leaving yours. It was an intense moment that felt like it lasted ages.

But soon, the ending buzzer went off and your attention on each other was broken. Kacchan climbed off of you, and held out his hand to help you up. It felt a little awkward and both of you avoided the other ones eyes. You walked off to the side to get some water and bandage up any scratches. At least now you had a believable excuse for the bruise on your body.

Eventually the brackets were finished and class was over. Kacchan came 1st which wasn't surprising to you. You ended up in 5th place which you thought was pretty good. You and Kacchan didn't speak, or even look at each other for the rest of the day. Everyone made their way back to the dorms and for most of the night you were in your room.

You'd decide not to go to Kacchan's room that night like you usually did. You were still thinking about the way he stared at you when being pinned to the ground. You thought it best to give it some time.

Around 10, you were coming back to your room from a shower. On your way to the elevator you passed the common area where you saw Izuku and Kacchan being scolded by Aizawa. Iida was coming from the boys showers too, the two of you met at the elevator, waiting for it to reach your floor. "What's going on over there?" You asked in a low whisper.

"I imagine the two of them were caught fighting on school grounds again. It's a common occurrence with those two." You glanced over in their direction. Your eyes happened to meet Kacchan's. He didn't seem to be in a good mood. "What do you think they were fighting about?" You turned back to Iida. "Knowing them? It could be any number of things." You signed, not having anything else to say.

You made it up to your room where you finished drying your hair and got into something comfortable. A pair of small shorts that barely covered much and a t-shirt that was much too big for you. You shut off your light and sat in your bed, scrolling thru your phone for maybe 20 minutes. The only light in your room coming from the moon shining thru the window. There was a knock on your door. "Coming." You set your phone on the night stand and stood from your bed.

You opened your door, and you saw Kacchan standing there with his hand stuffed in his pockets. It surprised you. You weren't expecting him to be at your door. His head lifted and your eyes met. "Kacchan, what are you-" he cut you off. "You didn't come to my room tonight." There wasn't much emotion on his face but he sounded... Upset? "Well I... figured you might want some space." You hesitated, fidgeting with the end of your shirt. "Why would I want space from you?" He let himself into the room, not needing your permission. "Well I'm...I... I don't know" you stuttered, closing the door.

He walked along the side of your dresser where you'd kept various little items that you've collected over the years. His eyes glazed over your belongings before one thing in particular caught his attention. He picked up a small grey rock. When he turned it over, he saw those familiar shiny purple crystals. A small smile grew on his face. "You still have this?" You switched on the lamp next to your bed and looked up to see what he was holding. The gift he'd given you as children. The last day you'd seen each other. "Of course I kept it. It's my favorite thing that I own."

"your favorite?" He raised an eyebrow. You nodded to him. "Why is it your favorite?" You walked closer to him, taking it out of his hand. "well, I learned that it's called an amethyst geode. They are apparently very valuable." You looked down at the object. "And I think it's beautiful when the light catches it just right." You turned the geode towards the light until the crystals inside reflected it, demonstrating what you meant. "But most importantly. My favorite person gave it to me as a gift. And for that, I've cherished it ever since." You placed the geode back where he had picked it up from.

His eyes went to the floor. You couldn't see it but his face turned pink. "Your favorite person, huh?" You stayed quiet and continued to fidget with your shirt. He sighed, and then he pulled something out of his pocket.

"I found this in your yard the same day I gave you that. I wanted to give it back to you, but I never got the chance." He handed you a tiny panda squishy toy. Your eyes widened. "Oh my God I thought I lost this, you had it this whole time?" You grabbed it out of his hands he nodded and moved his hand to the back of his neck nervously. "I've kept it in my pocket almost every day since then ya know" he laughed. "Really? Why did you keep it for so long?" He stuffed both his hands back in his pockets and shrugged. "I don't know. I guess... It just reminded me of when life was a lot simpler and everything made sense. being a kid was easy." He turned and leaned his back against the dresser. "Yeah, being a kid was definitely a lot easier." You sighed, taking the toy over to your desk and putting it in your drawer. Kacchan pushed himself up from his leaning position and followed you. You didn't notice him so close behind you until you turned around and he was only inches away. It made you flinch.

His expression looked pained. Like there were a million things he wanted to say, but couldn't find the right words to say it. You heard a deep sigh, and the next thing you knew, Kacchan was resting his head on your shoulder. Having to lean forward because of the height difference.

"are you okay, Kacchan?" His head turned into your neck, still resting on your shoulder. "No...I don't think so." His voice was soft. It made you worry. Your hand came up to rest on his hair, stroking it gently. "What's wrong?" He stayed silent. You didn't say anything for a few minutes either.

"was it your fight with Izuku?" He laughed. "Deku? No, it has nothing to do with that damn nerd." his comment made you laugh. "You still call him that?"

A few more moments of silence went by, him just leaning on you for comfort. "Talk to me, what is it?" He sighed again. "Everything just feels so...complicated, and confusing." He paused. You felt his hand grab your free one and lift it into his line of vision. He interlocked his fingers with yours and he spoke again. "You're the only thing that makes sense, y/n..." Your face turned red. "Me?" You questioned him. He fidgeted with the tips of your fingers. "You just have this kind of energy about you. I don't know what it is, but you make me feel calm. You make things feel easy. Even when we were kids. I didn't realize it until you came back." He paused, letting out a deep breath. "You keep me grounded, I guess."

It made sense to you now why he seemed so irritated and angry all the time around everyone else. But he was always calm and gentle with you. He never has been good at dealing with his emotions. His face nuzzled into your neck slightly. "I'm worried that I'll hurt you if I get too attached... I'm not good for you."

"Kacchan, i-" you paused trying to find the right words. You wanted to tell him how you felt, but you couldn't get it out. He lifted his head and your eyes met. It felt like the same level of intensity from earlier. Your words caught in your throat and you couldn't speak.

The two of you stood in silence for a few long seconds. Then suddenly he leaned in to kiss you. It was gentle.

You didn't know how to react. He pulled away from you, leaning his forehead against yours. You still couldn't speak. He thought this meant that he'd done something wrong. He stepped away from you. "I'm sorry y/n, I shouldn't have-" his words were cut off by you grabbing his face and kissing him the same way he kissed you. You pulled away from him, eyes meeting again. "You won't hurt me, Kacchan." He'd never opened up to you like that before, and you didn't want him to feel like it was wrong to do so.

Nothing else was said for a while. His expression was soft and he leaned in to hug you. His head was buried in your neck, arms around your waist. You petted his hair comfortingly and you stayed that way for a long time. You could feel the gentle hum of his heartbeat against your chest.

"you should stay." You whispered to him. He pulled away from the hug and smirked at you. "Do you really think that's a good idea, teddy bear?" You blushed at the nickname. "Why not?" You questioned. You stayed in his room the night before, so you didn't see a problem with it. "Yesterday we-" he interrupted you. "yesterday, you were upset" the back of his hand grazed your cheek the same way it did when he wiped away your tears.

He got closer to you. "We're not kids anymore y/n, there's no more innocent sleepovers." He leaned his head down to your ear, moving one hand to grip your waist. Pushing you a few inches to the wall behind you. "I'm not sure I could keep my hands to myself if I stayed the night with you again." Your breath hitched. His breath hovered over your ear and trailed your neck. Your body tensed up. His hand slipped under your shirt, still resting on your waist. "Relax" he whispered in your ear again. "If you want me to stop, I will." He kissed your jaw softly. His hand moving up a little, pressing his body a little closer to yours. "Do you want me to stop?" He said while laying a soft kiss on the skin of your neck. It made you melt and relax into his touch. "N-no" your face was bright red, and you hoped he couldn't see it in the dim lighting. He smirked into your neck and kissed it again.

"if I'm being honest y/n, I've been thinking about this for awhile since you came back." He spoke in-between kisses. His other hand trailed the outside of your thigh, playing with the waist band of your shorts. "You h-have?" You did your best to focus on his words but his hands and lips were making it difficult. "Mhm" he hummed, lifting his head to kiss your lips. His hand reached around and gripped your ass. It made you gasp into his mouth, and he used this opportunity to slip his tongue in.

His tongue swirled around yours, making them very familiar with one another. He pulled away, a trail of saliva connecting you two at the mouth. Your heart was racing, and your face was as red as a tomato.

There was a heat growing in your stomach and you squeezed your legs together. "Do you still want me to stay?" His face was only inches from yours. All you could do was nod in response, biting your lip in the process. He took a few short steps to your bedside, turning off the lamp. You followed close behind him. He turned and pulled you into a kiss once again, your legs against the edge of your bed. He wrapped his arm around your back and leaned forward, forcing you to fall into the mattress with him. He held himself above you, bracing his weight with his arms on either side of your head.

He started kissing your neck again, and his hands began to roam. "Kacchan, I've never-" you cut yourself off, not knowing how to word it. "I'll be gentle" he whispered, kissing your collarbone. His hands grazed your skin, lifting your shirt above your breasts, exposing them. He took one in his hand, squeezing it gently. And the other in his mouth, coating your nipple with his saliva. He traced circles with his tongue and sucked. Repeating this pattern a few times. Your legs tried to close but his body was in the way, making your knees squeeze his hips.

The hand that was on your breast traveled to the waistband of your shorts once again. He started to reach his hand inside but you grabbed his wrist and stopped him. He looked up at you. "What if somebody hears us?" He smirked. "I guess I'll just have to keep you quiet then." His voice was low. You let go of his hand and he slowly slipped it inside your shorts. His fingers settled into your wet folds, making you whimper quietly. "Can you do that for me baby? Can you stay quiet?" He whispered and started kissing your neck again. The words wouldn't come out of your mouth, but your hand ran thru his hair and the other gripped his upper arm. Feeling his muscles flex when he moved.

Two fingers went inside you without warning and you moaned into his ear. "shhhhh" he said comfortingly while slowly moving his fingers in and out of you. You tried your best to hold in your moans but it just felt so good.

He pulled his hand out of your shorts, sticking those same two fingers in his mouth so he could taste you. "You taste so good baby" he cooed in your ear. He wanted more. His lips trailed your neck, your collarbone, in-between your breasts, your stomach, and your pelvis. He grabbed your waist band and you lifted your hips, making it easier for him to take them off. He put his hands on your knees and spread them open, sinking his head between them. His tongue poked and prodded at your sensitive bud. You were making small noises, still trying desperately not to be too loud.

He ran circles around it, in and out of your folds, sucking on your clit like a pacifier. It was becoming too much. Any more of this and you wouldn't be able to hold back. You pulled your shirt up over your mouth and clenched your hand on top of it, trapping any possible noises inside. You grabbed a fist full of his hair, tugging on it. He grunted into your skin, one of his hands reached to grab your breast and squeeze it as he continued to eat you out. You were coming close to your climax and your legs started to close around his head but he forced them open with his hands, not letting them. A noise slipped thru your hand, a little louder then you wanted it to be but it didn't matter. You started squirming under him, your grip on his hair getting tighter. He let your legs close around him and squeeze his head but he didn't stop until you had calmed down. You removed your hand from covering your mouth, your breathing heavy. "Wow...you're r-really good at that" you said in between the deep breaths. He smirked and kissed you again, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

He grabbed your waist and flipped you over. You yelped at the sudden movement. He kissed the back of your shoulder and he grabbed your hips to lift them up. You heard the sound of his sweat pants being pulled down. "You'll go slow, right?" He kissed the edge of your ear. "Of course, teddy bear"

You felt the tip of his dick drag against your wet folds before he pushed it in slowly. You cried out at the feeling of your walls stretching for him. "Oh fuck-" he groaned. He pushed it as deep as he could, giving you the time to get used to it and adjust. "Are you okay?" He kissed your shoulder again. "Mhm" you whimpered. He slowly pulled out of you and then pushed it back in again. His hand grabbed yours, fingers interlocking and you both fisted the sheets together. He was stretching you out with his entire length, the pain causing tears to form in your eyes. "Kacchan it's t-too much" his arms wrapped around your torso and pulled you up so your shoulders were against his chest, your back still arched. "You can take it, you're doing so good" his hand wrapped around the front of your neck and squeezed while he kissed your shoulder. Moving in and out of u and at a medium tempo.

He started to speed up and your cries became a little louder. His hand covered your mouth, the other still choking you. "I know it feels good but you have to stay quiet, remember?" He bit down on the soft skin of your shoulder. Your moans were caught in his palm as he started to pound into you. "Fuck- you feel so good" he felt your walls tighten around him and he was getting close. He let go of your mouth and throat, making you fall forward, unable to hold yourself up. He had a tight grip on your hips now, pulling you back against him while he thrusted into you.

You buried your face in the mattress, trying to muffle the uncontrollable sounds. "Ugh fuck Kacchan" you let out in a whimper as you reached your high. The sound of your voice almost made him cum on the spot but he pulled out just in time, unloading himself on your back. "Holy fuck-" he breathed out, coming down from his own high. Both of you didn't move, trying desperately to catch your breath.

"I think I made a mess" he laughed. You giggled at his comment. "Use the towel over on the chair, I'll put it in the wash tomorrow." He stood from the bed, pulling his sweatpants back up and grabbing the towel, cleaning you up. "Okay, all done." You rolled over onto your back, pulling your shirt back down but not bothering to grab your shorts. Your bed was a lot bigger than his, plenty of room for two people. But when he climbed in he left just as much space as he did when you were in his. Absolutely none.

You felt his arm wrap around your waist and his other slip under your head, turning his bicep into your pillow. He pulled you as close to his body as possible, as if he were afraid to let you go. You could tell by the things he said earlier that he had a hard time trusting. Mostly himself, it seemed. Afraid of hurting people and losing them. Losing you. But u silently swore to yourself that no matter what happened, you'd stay. For him.

The next morning, you awoke to the sound of your phone. Two text notifications. Kacchan was still sound asleep, snoring into a bundle of your hair. You tried to reach behind him to grab your phone off the nightstand, struggling bc of the tight grip he still had on you. You somehow managed to get it, without waking him up. There was two texts from Mina, whose room was right next door to yours.

"ayo

Did you and Bakugo fuck last night?!?👀"

You panicked, someone did hear you. But maybe it was only Mina. You hoped to god it was.

"OMG MINA!😧

Please do not tell ANYONE😭"

You eagerly waited for her to reply.

"well........it might be a little late for that😬👉👈"

Your eyes went wide and you gasped. You felt Kacchan shift behind you but thankfully you didn't wake him up.

"omg Mina! WHO DID YOU TELL???"

-

"I texted Uraraka and Momo...and I think she told hagakure.

And I also may have asked kirishima about it..."

-

"YOU TOLD KIRISHIMA?!?"

-

"He's bakugo's best friend I'd figured he'd know if there was something going on between the two of you...😶

But when I asked he had no idea

I don't think anyone else knows"

Oh if she knew how wrong she was.

Later that morning, when you and Kacchan went down to the common area, meeting everyone before class, the entire room stopped and stared at you. Both of you. You flushed under their gaze, feeling extremely embarrassed. Katsuki's eyes darted between a few of the students. He sighed. "I don't wanna hear a DAMN WORD from ANY OF YOU!" He yelled. And with that everyone's eyes went away from the two of you, probably scared of what Kacchan might do if they hassled either of you about it.

After that, Kacchan walked with you to school everyday, sharing his earbud with you. You spent most nights in each other's rooms, not all of them being very innocent. And he continued to yell at anyone who would bring it up or ask questions. Of course, you told your girls about it, but they were the only ones who really knew what was going on.

Over time Katsuki became more comfortable with affection outside of yours or his room. He'd hold your hand sometimes on the way to school and stopped yelling at people so much when you'd tell him "be nice."

You really did seem to calm the chaotic rage inside him and that made you happy.

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ATTENTION!!!

My friend and I have decided to collab and a sequel series for this fic!

Here it is! :)

[writtenvisionary]

Do It Again - fanfic

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He sighs, stealing a long glance at the beautiful girl standing by her locker. Her friends surround her, listening eagerly to her story. She talks with her hands — her small hands with nails painted pink \ and the smile on her face is contagious as she becomes increasingly more immersed in her tale by the minute.

His heart skips a beat when she laughs. He can hear it all the way from down the school hall and he has to look away. If he didn't, who knows how long he'd last.

She's breathtakingly gorgeous and adorable all wrapped in one petite human. He doesn't think there could be anyone more perfect.

He wants to hold her. He's not so sure why. But he wants her friends to go away. He wants to ask — right now.

It's taking forever. Good heavens, he can't wait any longer. And god knows that girl can ramble.

A grin forms on his face at the thought (and he's sure he looks ridiculous, but he can't bring himself to care).

Man, he's whipped.

Her friends are finally gone, he realizes.

He must have been lost in his own thoughts (about her) for so long that he never noticed their absence.

She turns back to face her locker, opening it with ease.

Shit. Now's my chance.

Swallowing his nerves, he takes a step forward.

Progress. Progress.

Another step. Then he stops.

I can't.

He watches as she pulls out a textbook and expertly opens her backpack with her other hand. He's mesmerized by her abilities. He's mesmerized by her.

Ah, shit. Focus!

He manages another step towards her.

Then suddenly her backpack is zipped closed and her locker is secured once again. Her dark locks flow so elegantly through the air as she whips around.

They meet eyes. She smiles. He nearly trips.

Shit, shit, fuck.

"Hey!"

Is she talking to me?

"Why aren't you moving?"

The melodious sound of her giggle blesses his ears once again. He tries not to smile like a complete idiot, but he fails.

Just his luck.

He forces himself out of his frozen state, pushing back his irrational fears (making their presence known only at this very moment) and takes those last. few. steps. to stand in front of the girl. The girl who will hopefully be his girl, very soon.

When he arrives to his mark, he exhales in relief.

He's pleasantly surprised that he didn't trip and fall on his way there.

—

"Hi," he mutters, nervously. Rolling his lips in, he waits.

"Hi," she giggles.

He takes a deep breath and just goes for it.

"Will you go out with me?"

Her eyes light up in pure excitement.

To say he's relieved at this immediate reaction would be an understatement.

But then her excited expression turns… playful?

Realistically, he shouldn't be worried.

For some reason, he is.

"That depends," she starts, with that beautiful voice which sounds very seductive and oh my god her hand is on my chest—

"What do you have planned?"

Gulp.

—

"I'll pick you up at eight…"

"Uh huh…"

"And we can drive around?" He suggests.

"Mm, sounds nice already."

He gains some confidence, "I'll take you to the beach and then we can head downtown?"

She seems to think about it for a moment.

"Hmm… can I hold your hand?"

He smiles.

"We'll walk around downtown while you hold my hand," he confirms.

Licking his lips, he takes a small step forward, pulling her closer to his chest.

"Then we'll park and lay down on the hood of my car…"

Her smile widens.

"…We can just listen to the airplanes while we count the stars."

This time, her heart picks up. She can nearly feel it beating out of her chest.

"Tonight," he finishes, "I'll be your man."

She wishes she could stop smiling.

"On one condition."

"Yes?"

The innocence in his voice strikes her in the right place. Her smile is still unwavering.

"Tomorrow, we can do it again."

—

He wishes he had more to give her. Somehow, the beach and downtown and airplanes and stars just weren't enough. She was his everything; his world. And he wishes he could give her the world right back.

Because a girl that shines as bright as she does; a girl that is rich in everything but money and fame; a girl that pays attention to him even when he doesn't deserve it…

A girl like her is too good to be true.

Too good for him.

As he snuggles the stuffed dolphin she gifted him for their one-week-aversary, he sighs.

She deserves better than him.

He wishes he had the world to give. He would give it in a heartbeat, no questions asked.

Maybe then, he would feel good enough for her. Maybe then, he would feel like he was rich in something, like her.

Maybe then, he'd be rich with love.

And he knows for a fucking fact that he would give her everything he had.

Every. Single. Thing.

—

She had one condition.

And he didn't follow it.

Obviously, she didn't mean tomorrow, tomorrow… right? Because it's been a little over a week.

A WEEK.

But he's not one to break his promises. Would that be considered a promise?

He thinks so.

His finger hovers over the little phone icon at the corner of her contact page. He wants to call her, he does. Her voice is the reason he wakes up in the morning. Hearing it would be amazing right now.

No, that's not the problem.

You see, he doesn't want to admit it, but he's nervous.

Will she be mad if I ask now?

The answer is no, for the record. He's pretty sure he knows that.

'I was kidding,' she'll reassure him.

Deep breaths. You got this.

"Hey, what's—"

"Do you want to go out with me?"

He face palms.

But her gorgeous laugh floats through the phone's speaker and into his ears. He pulls his hand away from his face.

"Silly goose, what are you talking about? We're already—"

"I promised you we'd do it again, so we're doing it again. It may not be tomorrow, like you said a week ago, but it can be tonight."

Her silence on the line gives him a moment to glance at the clock.

7:47.

"Look, I'll be there in 10 minutes. I've got it all planned."

—

That laugh keeps him going. Her smile helps him sleep at night. The feeling of her warm, small hand in his is a gentle reminder that she's there. With him, in this moment of time.

It's all he could ever ask for.

Cars past them as they walk along the strip of stores open downtown. Colorful lights flash on around the couple as it starts to get dark, and their feet guide them around the town, coming full circle.

The lights that were once off are now on, leaving no corner of the little city dimmed.

She stops in her tracks, staring in awe at twinkling lights, which hang from a small gazebo near the park. Her eyes sparkle in amazement, mouth agape.

"Surprise?"

"Oh my goodness, you—"

"I just put the lights on it," he chuckles, "The gazebo was already there."

She shakes her head, "How come I never noticed it before?"

"You were probably laughing at a really bad joke you had just told."

"I don't tell bad jokes!"

"Uh huh."

A giggle erupts out of her throat, to her dismay.

"So… no car rooftop star-gazing tonight?"

He gives a very prominent shake of his head before pulling his hand out of hers'.

"Oh no, we're still doing that. But right now I want to just look at you."

She tilts her head in confusion.

He clarifies, "I don't want to look at the stars or listen to planes or anything. I want to admire you. And your beauty."

A reddish tint overcomes both her cheeks.

"And your intelligence. And your—"

"Shut up," she mutters.

"Okay. For now."

The new couple is silent for a minute as he starts making his way under the gazebo. She follows. He turns to stares at her.

It's not weird. She doesn't know why it's not weird. Like, he's literally just STARING at her and that should creep her out but it doesn't.

Is that a problem?

No. Because when she looks into his deep, brown eyes, she is reminded of the kind-hearted person who carried her books on the first day of classes. When she looks at his blonde locks, she has the urge to run her fingers through it for hours on end. When she looks to his lips, she finds herself wanting to feel them. On hers'.

Now that's definitely weird.

He takes a step closer.

But is it?

He starts leaning in.

If she does too, she doesn't notice.

Suddenly, their lips collide. Melding in perfect harmony; moving in sync. Her fingers live out their dream, running through his hair. His hands rest on her hips, gently pulling her closer.

Lost in their own world, they imagine what it's like to live their lives together. Kids, birthdays, a house, and so much more. It all flashes right before them.

It's over too quick, they think (and it might be awkward to go back for more).

But the night isn't over yet.

—

The stars are beautiful, but not as beautiful as her eyes, in his opinion. Not as beautiful as her laugh, or smile, or personality.

Nobody is really traveling tonight. One airplane so far.

He's ready to book his own flight.

To his honeymoon.

Realistically, he's in way over his head. It's been a week.

His parents will say he's not ready for marriage; that he doesn't know what love is.

Pfft. Yeah, right.

This girl is love. He knows it when he sees it.

He bites his lip. It's too early. He doesn't want to ruin what they have.

But, "I love you."

FUCK. DID HE SAY THAT OUT LOUD?

He must have gotten extra lucky, because—

"I love you, too."

—

Being by her side is one thing, but being welcomed to glide his hands over her body makes him feel alive.

Her lips are fruity. She is beautiful. He wants her.

This is way different than she anticipated. Holding his hand was level one, and now she feels like she's on top of the world.

His lips are soft. He is dashing. She wants him.

Awkward as it was, their bodies moved in perfect harmony.

He couldn't deny it.

She couldn't deny it.

They were made for each other in every way possible.

Soulmates. They were soulmates.

And they only had half an hour before her parents came home.

Neither wanted to rush it, but it was their time.

"Let's just take this moment," he had whispered in her ear just minutes earlier. "It's ours, okay?"

His eyes flicker down to her lips, "You don't want to waste it, do you?"

—

'I'm not sure," she matches his whisper. "It-it's only been a few months and I—"

He breathed, "I love you."

It tickled her face, his breath, and she used every ounce of will not to lean just a millimeter closer.

Their lips were about to connect.

"I'm not ready."

"You'll never be ready, minou…"

She hesitated.

"Babe, I…" she sighed and shook her head. "I can't."

"You don't want to miss out on this. On us. Please."

All she could come up with was, "We'll regret it, A—"

"There is nothing to regret."

"There is a lot to regret."

He was silent for a moment.

But then he smirked.

"Like what?"

"Like… do we have protection?"

A teasing look was sent her way.

"I always keep it in my bag," he offered.

She pondered, then—

"It's too early. We're too young."

"It's not too early," he licked his lips, "And I'd rather experience this when I'm young.

"Before I fade away."

She gulped, searching his brown eyes in the darkness.

"Regrets don't fade away," she stated firmly.

He nodded.

"Exactly."

Her head tilted in confusion. He reiterated.

"If this… us… is something we regret, then we won't fade away."

—

On their one year anniversary, he couldn't think of anything more fitting.

"So," he smiles dopily. "I've got it planned."

He doesn't need to say anything else; this has become routine.

She scrunches up her nose cutely, giving him a smile.

"Perfect. Pick me up at eight?"

"Precisely."

—

He gazes at the girl lying next to him.

The moonlight shines on her face. She's gorgeous.

"Oooh," she exclaims quietly, pointing up above them.

He follows her finger, his eyes landing on the moon.

"That's—" he giggles, "That's the moon, silly goose."

She turns her head to look at him and smiles.

"You're my moon. And my goose," she chuckles.

He mimics her chuckle.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

She shrugs.

"If I could go anywhere…" she starts, in lieu of a response. "I wouldn't.

"I'm happy right here, with you right next to me, as we fall asleep under the stars just for our parents to call and wake us up."

He lets out a laugh at that, grabbing ahold of the small hand resting on her chest.

She continues, "You're mine. And I'm so glad that I can call you mine."

—

The blonde grins.

"Remember when I first asked you out?" He asks.

"How could I forget?"

His smile wavers as he turns serious, meeting her eyes.

"I said that I'll be your man."

"And you are."

"But I only said for that night."

She raises an eyebrow.

"Your point?"

He smiles again, "I'm really happy you agreed."

"Of course. You're amazing."

"And so are you," he pecks her nose.

They fall into a comfortable silence, watching the stars yet again.

And… just loud enough so she can hear, he speaks softly.

"I'll be your man tonight, and forever… and I'll give you everything I can. I promise."

She looks over at him again, admiring his side profile.

His skin shines in the moonlight so magnificently. It's almost royal.

She gulps.

The heaviness of the statement hit her hard.

Taking a deep breath, she responds.

"I promise, too."

- And tomorrow we can do it again -

[ethvn-torchio]

Walls Could Talk | Chapter Two

a/n: sorry this chapter took so long! writer’s block is a bitch 😩✌

Summary: Steve and Peggy's search brings them to Paris - where they happen to meet up with an old friend.

Warnings: an intense makeout session/implied sexual content (it’s not smut, i haven’t decided if I’m putting actual smut in this fic)

Wordcount: 1.5k (unedited, also I'm sorry it's so short 🙃)

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ᴏᴄᴛ 𝟸𝟿, 𝟷𝟿𝟺𝟿

ᴏxғᴏʀᴅ, ᴇɴɢʟᴀɴᴅ

Steve wakes up in a cold sweat, bolting upright in bed. Was he still dreaming? Was this...was this real?

He gazes at Peggy - to make sure she was there, that all of this wasn't a mere fantasy, who begins to stir.

So, not a dream then, at least. His heart is racing, his mind buzzing and yet still confused and his breathing erratic. She's speaking to him, saying something, and he isn't quite listening, his heart thundering his ears. Adrenaline surges through his veins.

“I’m...I’m sorry, Peg. I didn’t mean to wake you up,” he whispers. His pulse was still racing.

Lightning illuminates the room for a split second and he can see the sympathy in her eyes.

"It's quite alright, Darling. Will you tell me what's wrong?" She asks, trailing her fingers through his hair.

"I...I don't- I don't remember much," he admits. "It was just...some stuff from the past...or, future..." he could almost laugh at that if he was in a better mood.

She nods sympathetically. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

He drinks in her appearance, nodding slightly. He presses his lips against hers softly.

He kisses her, gently and imploringly at first.

His one hand softly trails down her back, and he notices her sharp intake of breath when his hand ghosts over her lower back.

"This hurt?" he asks.

She nods stiffly. "I do believe I forgot to tell you with everything that happened tonight. I had a bit of a scuffle in the restroom with a Hydra agent. She slammed me against the sink," Peggy explains.

An idea forms in Steve's head; a single minded goal to make her forget.

He would make the only thing on her mind be him.

Wordlessly, he smiles and dips his head towards her neck, brushing his lips against it. His teeth graze against a sensitive spot on her neck and she makes a soft "Oh,"

His hands go to rest against either of her thighs. He pulls back, pupils blown.

“Steve,” she whispers. She lifts her hips in a silent invitation.

He leans down to kiss her, his lips against hers, and she's already breathless. He doesn't want to rush things, but he can't resist her.

Her hand slides down his back, and she lets out a soft moan against his mouth. His hands trail up her shirt, he can feel the goosebumps on her skin. He kisses her neck, and she can feel his hot breath against her skin.

"God, you're so beautiful. I love you," he whispers.

"I love you too," she replies.

He pulls her in for a desperate kiss once again, pulling her close.

—

The rain came and went, and with it sunshine followed.

“Peggy. Peggy, wake up,” is the first thing Peggy is greeted with in the morning.

Peggy groans, rolling over in an effort to ignore him. “No, not now,” she mutters, burying her face in the pillow.

Peggy feels weight on the bed as Steve sits down next to her. She tries in vain to ignore him.

"Oh, c'mon now, Peg. It's a new day, it's time to get up," he says.

“You are far too cheerful considering how early it is,” Peggy complains, shielding her eyes from the light pouring in from the blinds.

“...Peggy, it’s eleven in the morning.”

Peggy groans, glancing at the clock as if to make sure he’s right. “Point withstanding, you’re still too cheerful.”

“Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning,” Steve teases, narrowly missing a pillow flung haphazardly at him.

“Do shut up, Steve.”

He snickers.

Peggy yawns, stretching her sleep-infused joints. "Where are we going, again?"

"Word is our target's in Paris,” Steve replies. “Or at the very least, someone important is.”

Peggy hums, sitting up. The blanket wrapped around her falls off, revealing her bruised back.

"Jesus, Peg. Have you seen your back? That looks like it hurts," Steve notes.

"Yes, thank you for that insightful observation."

"I just mean- do you want ice or something?"

Peggy shrugs nonchalantly. "It doesn’t quite hurt. I can deal with it, I’ve faced worse."

“To be fair, you are the woman who fell asleep standing up in a trench.”

“Exactly,” Peggy winks. She stands up, beginning to sift through her suitcase. “So tell me, Steve. When’s our train leaving?”

—

ᴘᴀʀɪs, ғʀᴀɴᴄᴇ

A few hours later, they arrive at their dingy, rundown hotel just outside of Paris. The lobby smells like bleach and old carpet, and a radio plays a somber, mellow jazz tune.

Peggy clears her throat, waiting for the receptionist to acknowledge them.

The receptionist does not, however, care to notice.

“Can we have a room, please?” Peggy asks the woman at the front desk.

The woman hardly looks up from her magazine. “Name?”

“Carver,” Peggy answers automatically before Steve can.

The receptionist takes a long, seemingly never ending sip of her tea. Finally, she says. “Take the elevator to the third room, first one on the left. Here’s your key,” the woman says, sounding as disinterested as she possibly can. “Enjoy your stay,” she adds dryly.

Peggy eyes her warily. There was something a bit...off, about that woman.

Perhaps it was just her imagination.

They make their way to the elevator, and Steve finally breaks the silence. “So...is it just me or was there something weird about her? I mean, she could’ve just been a disgruntled employee, but…” he trails off, scratching the back of his neck.

Peggy hums. “No, I happen to agree. Though, perhaps we were just inconveniencing her by making her do her job.”

The smile fades from her face. “Stop,” Peggy whispers. She tilts her head toward the door, which was ajar. She clutches her gun in her purse.

Steve snorts. “Maybe,”

She laughs right along with him, but she pauses abruptly outside their door.

It could be the maid...but they haven’t even gotten into the room once.

Silently, the two stalk toward the door. The smell of smoke escapes from the room when Steve nudges the door open.

Which, in both of their experiences, usually did not happen to be a good thing.

In the chair in the corner, there sat...

Howard Stark.

A collective groan escapes the couple.

“Howard, must you break into our hotel room?” Peggy scolds, turning on the light.

“We thought you were an intruder.” Steve adds.

Howard smirks, taking a long drag of his cigar. “Technically, I am. But don’t you kids worry - I bring a peace offering. By peace offering, I mean I’m inviting you to stay in my Paris apartment instead of this dump,” Howard gestures loosely. “I mean, I don’t think this building even has heat.”

Steve shrugs. “Wouldn’t it be better to stay somewhere inconspicuous?”

“That’s what I was thinking,” Peggy agrees, her arms crossed.

Howard sniffs. “Okay, fine, don’t accept my extremely generous offer to let you stay at my apartment. I know when I’m not wanted. Just know I’ll remember that in the summer when you want to come over because I have air conditioning and you don’t.”

Peggy rolls her eyes. “Quit the melodramatics, Howard. We’ll stay with you,”

Steve wraps an arm around her. “Yeah, we- wait, we will?”

“...What? This building doesn’t have heat, and quite frankly I enjoy summer visits to Howard’s house.”

“Attagirl, Peg.” Howard beams. “I’ll meet you two in the lobby,”

—

Later, the trio eats lunch at Howard’s apartment.

"-you are not funny, Howard." Peggy informs him, pointing at him with her fork. "You could've at least feigned innocence."

"Innocent? If you looked up "innocent' in the dictionary, you'd see my picture on it," Howard says defensively.

Peggy snorts at that. "Oh, please, Howard. With your history you could easily father a small country,"

Howard grimaces. "Eugh, kids hate me. Plus, who has time to tend to a baby all the time? I mean sure, kids probably aren't annoying when they're...late teenagers? But for most of their lives, kids just seem so clingy and needy."

Steve picks at his plate absentmindedly, reminded of a conversation he had with Tony.

"Clearly, you must've met a different version of my father. He was cold. He was calculating. He never told me he loved me, he never even told me he liked me."

The sound of Peggy’s voice brings him back to reality. "...That's because they're children, Howard. Babies aren't self-sufficient from birth. Do you expect them to come out of the womb ready for rocket science?"

"Well, thank you for absolutely shattering my argument, Agent Carter." Howard mutters, downing his coffee. Deciding to change the subject in order to deflect attention off of himself, he says, "Steve, you still with us?"

Steve snaps to attention. "I, uh, yeah. I was just daydreaming, I guess."

Peggy makes a mental note to ask Steve about that later.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Howard asks.

Steve shrugs noncommittally, continuing to eat with much less gusto than before. "Just thinking about our mission,”

Peggy eyes him carefully, choosing to say nothing but clearly knowing something was wrong. In due time, she would ask.

In due time hopefully meant whenever Howard left the room.

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lmao so like i was listening to a bunch of james bond songs bc they’re dramatic and spy-ey right (cough cough tho a song that fits the general tone of the fic would be "the world is not enough" by garbage)?? and then there’s absolutely none of that in this chapter lmao. sorry if this chapter was boring compared to last one but i mean we can’t have constant action in the fic, silly goose. 

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이 태민: The Moonwalker Pt. 2

Part two is here. That’s it. That’s the note. I hope someone’s finding some enjoyment out of this, and even if they’re not, whatever! I’m having a blast writing it, so that’s all that counts. 

“Mom?” Dongin asked. He’d been staring at Je Kyo for a good thirty minutes, rushing around their small apartment. He was confused, but he also found it a little funny.

She had messed with her hair, put it up, gotten frustrated with it, decided to stay in her normal style, stared at her clothes for a solid minute in the mirror trying to gauge how it looked to the outside viewer and she’d actually bothered to put on makeup today. That was something she never did.  

“Yeah, baby?” she asked, though she wasn’t paying too much attention. She was slipping on the one pair of heels she owned. They were old, a little too small, terribly worn and not that pretty, but it was better than nothing. “What’s up?” 

He gave her his youthful, toothy smile. “Are you goin’ on a date?” 

She nearly tripped over her own feet. “What are you talking about, silly goose? Of course not.”

He giggled. “Sure you don’t, mom,” he cooed. “Except that you definitely do! You’re getting all pretty!”

“I... No.” It was really the only thing she could spit out. He really was a smart kid.    

“Are you gonna kiss him?” 

She laughed at him. “You need to go to the neighbor’s house right now, young man!” She gave him a smooch on the forehead, though she was giggling so much, it was hard. 

He groaned playfully, hopping off the couch and dragging his feet to the door. “I’m going, I’m going! Can I say something, though?” He gave her a small smile. “I like you the way you are when you’re normal, mom. Maybe try being that way with him?” With that, the door shut behind him. 

‘Well...’ she thought. ‘From out of the mouths of babes.’

She glanced at her watch. Just enough time to get rid of the makeup, the skirt, the beret in her hair, the heels—everything that wasn’t her. Maybe that was the best thing she could do for herself. 

Je Kyo tapped her fingers absentmindedly against the counter. Again, a quiet day. A quiet day with the usual costumers, the usual orders, the usual emptiness of the space.  

She stared at the clock, watching the time pass by. She could hear every tick, echoing in the emptiness of the room. If she was being honesty, it made her kind of tired. 

Well, not so much tired as the monotony of it reminded her of her ever-growing fatigue. She loved her son, but his habit of not being able to fall asleep took its toll on her, just as much as him. 

She rested her head on her palm, her eyes fluttered shut, her breath evened out. There was nothing. Just darkness and a dull buzz. A dull buzz that was getting louder. A buzz that was piercing her ears. 

But she didn’t stir and she didn’t wake. Not even when the white noise formed into something else. A whisper. Not when it was speaking into her ears with just a few thing that she was able to pick out. 

Mine.

That word was repeated over and over again, like a mantra. It got progressively louder and more persistent, like it was tugging on her, but she couldn’t open her eyes to escape it. It was caging her. 

‘Wake up,’ she told herself. She felt her breath quicken. ‘Wake up!’  

Stillness. Her eyes were open. She was in her boring little flower shop, stuck in a cold sweat, breathing like she’d just run a marathon. Her hands were shaking and her eyes were wide. 

“Are you all right?” 

She jumped and covered her mouth. “What the hell?” she snapped. She whipped her head around, seeing the young man from yesterday seated in a chair across the room. “What are you doing in here?” She sounded more aggressive than she meant to, but she didn’t care much about that now. She was too shaken. 

He closed the book he’d been reading and uncrossed his legs in a graceful motion. “I was coming to pick you up,” he said simply. He looked concerned. “I saw you were asleep but you looked troubled, so I locked the door. Are you all right?”

“You had no right to do that!” she shouted. “You can’t just come into someone’s place of work and—!”

He cut her off. “So, you’re not okay.” 

She took a deep breath. “No,” she said quietly. “No, I’m sorry. That was my fault. I shouldn’t have yelled at you.” She tried to stand up, but her legs threatened to give out.

In seconds, he was at her side, guiding her back down to the wicker chair. “Sit,” he said gently. “You look pale.” He let her settle in before continuing. “What happened?” 

She shook her head. “Nothing,” she assured him. “It was just a nightmare.” 

“Wanna talk about it?” 

She glanced at him, half-tempted to take him up on the offer. She chuckled bitterly. “I’m sorry, but I don’t even know your name. I’m not ready to—”

“Taemin,” he said. “My name’s Taemin.” 

She blinked a few times. “Just like that?” she asked, dumbfounded. 

He nodded. “Now will you tell me?” 

She sighed heavily, relenting in her fate of dealing with this persistent young man. “What do I have to lose?” It was rhetoric, of course. She rubbed her temples, trying to get rid of the growing headache. “I had a nightmare. Pretty dumb, huh?”

“A nightmare?” He shook his head. “No, that’s not dumb.” He dragged a chair over, sitting across from her. “How’d it make you feel?” 

She scoffed lightly. “What are you, a therapist?” 

“Nope.” He gave her a simple smile. “Just curious.”

She shrugged. “Fair enough.” She thought for a moment, tapping her fingers thoughtlessly. “I don’t really know how I felt. Scared, I guess. It felt like someone was reaching inside of me and pulling up... I don’t know, memories or something. Maybe some insecurities. I don’t know, it was just weird.”

“Maybe you’re misjudging it,” he offered. “Maybe it wasn’t a nightmare.” She quirked an eyebrow at him. “Maybe it was a good dream in disguise.” 

She couldn’t hold back a laugh. “Seriously? What makes you say that?”

“Well, it’s like they say: there’s a thin line between love and hate. Maybe there’s a thin line between a good dream and a bad one as well.” 

She gave him a look. “Not to offend or anything, but that’s a load of crap.”

He chuckled. “Oh?”

“Of course! There’s no fuzzy line or questions; you either like something or you don’t.” She crossed her arms in a final way. “Love isn’t enigmatic. You feel it or you don’t, and that’s that.”

He hummed thoughtfully. “Is that so?” He leaned forward a bit. Perhaps a bit too much, considering how close their faces were all of a sudden. “Then how do you feel about me? Do you love me or hate me?”

She stared at him for what felt like a solid minute. “Well, I don’t know!” she finally huffed. “We’ve only just met!”

He gave her a proud look, almost a little cocky. “Then I guess it isn’t as simple as you think, huh?” He leaned back again. “Haven’t you ever indulged in something when your knew you shouldn’t? Haven’t you ever disliked someone for no reason other than they got on your nerves?” 

“I... guess I have.”

“Then my point is proven!” He grinned. “So maybe, just maybe, your dream was a good one?” He waited patiently for her answer, his eyes glimmering with something she couldn’t quite place. 

His eye were almost opalescent, in a way. They looked like they shined with a million different colors, and he was ready to reveal what each of them meant, just like he had done with red the previous day.

Maybe she wanted to learn about those colors hiding in his eyes. 

She stayed quiet. “Maybe it was.” She cleared her throat and stood up. “I’m not saying that for sure, but it’s a possibility. A low one, but a possibility.”

He giggled, slightly reminiscent of a little kid. “So, you’re saying I was right?” he cooed. 

“Maybe,” she corrected him. “Don’t go getting a big head about it.” 

He chuckled. “Fine, fine.” Again, something flashed in his eyes. A brightness of some sort. Or maybe it was a darkness; she couldn’t quite place it. “Are you curious?” he asked, his voice having a smoothness about it that she hadn’t heard before. 

She snapped out of whatever staring fit she’d been in. “Curious?” she said. She was proud of herself for not stuttering even though she was caught off guard. “About what, exactly?” 

He smiled at her. “You’re looking at my eyes.” 

She crossed her arms. “Yeah. So?” she tried to play it off. “Eye-contact is important to me.”  

“So you didn’t see anything?” he asked. 

She eyed him. “Like what...?” 

There was a beat of silence. Perhaps a beat too many. There was a slight tension that couldn’t be placed, a question that couldn’t be asked, an answer that couldn’t be given.  

He flashed her a flirtatious wink. “Like your future, of course!” 

She rolled her eyes, refusing to admit that she might’ve been a little flattered. “Nope, all I saw was a lot of trouble for me to deal with.” 

“Oh, come on!” he whined. “That’s so mean!”

She laughed. “You asked for it, you weirdo!” She held her hand out to him. “Now, are we gonna go hang out or what?” 

He looked at her, an impish glint in his eyes. “Is your shift even technically over yet?” 

“I’m closing early. Now, are you coming or not? My arm’s getting tired.”

He hummed. “Do I get to hold your hand?”

“Not a chance.”

He shrugged. “Fair enough.”  

.

.

.

Je Kyo knocked on her neighbor’s door, a content smile on her face. Today had been... Surprisingly pleasant. She’d had a lot more fun than she’d expected, and that Taemin character turned out to actually be a real dork, which she found cute. He was fun to talk to. 

“Ah-In!” she called, though she tried to keep her voice down a little. Sure, it was only slightly past ten, but most of her neighbors were crabby drunkards that couldn’t be trusted, so she preferred to be safe rather than sorry.   

Ah-In and her husband, Ha Joon, were one of the good ones. Always willing to take care of Dongin during the day while she was at work. “I’m here for Dongin,” she called again.

In moments, Ah-In opened the door, her four-month-old in her arms. She gave her a smile, in all of her traditional beauty. To be honest, Je Kyo was a little shocked by her sometimes. She was just so pretty. 

“Wow,” Ah-In chuckled. “What’s the deal with you? You’re glowing.”

She rolled her eyes playfully. “I am not.” 

“You so are!” She gave her a light smack on the arm. “You have to tell me—why?”

Dongin came running down the stairs at breakneck speed. “Because mommy went on a date today!” He jumped into Je Kyo’s arms, giving her a tight squeeze and a peck on the cheek.

She laughed, hugging him back and giving him a kiss on the forehead. “For the last time, it was not a date! Also, what’d I tell you about running down the stairs, young man?” 

Dongin giggled. “Then why were you getting dressed all fancy this morning?” 

She tapped his nose. “Don’t try and change the subject, mister.” 

Ah-In made an over-exaggerated noise of surprise. “Song Je Kyo got dressed up for someone? The Song Je Kyo? Our Song Je Kyo?” She called into her apartment. “Honey, did you hear that? Je dressed up for someone!” 

“Stop, stop, stop!” she begged, though she was stifling some laughter as well. “You’re gonna wake the whole complex!”

The woman chuckled. “Maybe I will, but you’re worth it.” 

Je Kyo smiled at her, though it was a bittersweet one. “You’re too good for this world, Ah-In. How’d you end up in a place like this?” she asked, gesturing to their trashy living arrangements. 

She shrugged. “Ha Joon and I don’t mind this place, really. Besides, it’s not so bad.” 

“What’s ‘not so bad’ about this place?”

She hummed thoughtfully. “Well... I think it’s because, at the beginning of every day, I start it off with watching the sunrise with the person—” she glanced at the child in her arms, “the people I love the most. And at the end of every day, we watch the sun set together. I don’t think I treasure anything more than those golden moments on our crappy balcony.” 

She flashed her a smile. “We don’t need more than this. Besides, how would we see you and Dongin if we moved?” She shook her head. “Nuh-uh, not gonna happen! We’re happy here because... We’re not lonely.” 

Lonely...

Je Kyo had been listening intently, but at that last sentence, it felt like her head was splitting in two. It felt like the buzzing from her dream had returned, the distant whispers, but louder and louder. 

The worst thing was: she didn’t know why. She let out a pained groan.

Dongin looked at her, concern painted on his face. “Mommy?” 

She set him down gently, gritting her teeth. It was taking too much effort. “Stand by yourself, honey, please.”

“Je, are you all right—?” 

Ah-In was cut off by Je Kyo. “Shh!” she hissed sharply, gripping her head. “It’s too loud...” she mumbled. “It’s too loud!” 

Words and phrases were swimming around her head at a dizzying speed, making her falter. She almost felt like falling over. 

Mine.

All mine.

You’ll never be alone again.

Let me in.

“Mom!” Dongin looked up at her with wide eyes. He gripped the hem of his mother’s shirt.  

Slowly, Je Kyo felt herself being pulled back to her reality. She looked down at her son, tears brimming her eyes. She reached her hands down and held his, so much smaller than hers. Far more delicate. Unharmed. 

‘I can’t go insane yet...’ she thought. ‘I have to protect you.’

The voices faded. All that was left was a final wispy breath, almost like a sigh.

“Why do you make it so hard on yourself?” it whispered and then died. 

She was almost tempted to give it a reply. “You’re the one that’s making it hard for me”, she wanted to say. But then she realized, you’re only crazy once you start replying to the voices.

She took a deep breath and wiped her tears. “I’m so sorry, baby.” She leaned down to Dongin’s height, petting his head gently. “I bet that was scary, huh?” 

He nodded before hugging her. “Really scary, mom!”

She shushed him gently, rubbing his back. “It’s okay... Mommy’s sorry, okay?”

“What was that...?” Ah-In asked quietly, almost like she was afraid of another outburst from Je Kyo. 

She gave her an easy smile, the one she’d been perfecting for so many years. “Migraine,” she said. “Guess I need to take better care of myself, huh?”

She seemed to accept the excuse, though perhaps a little reluctantly. “A migraine?” Je Kyo nodded. “Well... I can understand how painful those can be. Sometimes it feels like your head’s being split open. I have some medicine, if you wanna try it out.”

She shook her head and stood up, taking Dongin with her. “No, I’m fine, thanks. I’m just gonna get a good night’s rest.” She waved to her. “Innie, wave goodbye.” 

Dongin waved to their pretty neighbor. “Bye, Mrs. Oh.” 

“Good night, you two,” Ah-In sighed. She didn’t seem completely convinced, but she didn’t pry.

“Thanks for taking care of Dongin today,” Je Kyo said. 

Ah-In nodded. “Of course. My door is always open. For anything,” she said meaningfully.

For whatever reason, Je Kyo felt very touched by that. “Thank you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

[falseroar]

Anniversaries Part 4: A Different Kind of Birthday

((Before we start, here’s a link to Part 3: “Just Like My Japanese Animes!” Did you know that while Can You Wake Up? may have started a year ago yesterday, parts 1-4 take place over so many hours, while parts 5-10 all take place in story on the next day? Which technically means it all happened on the 8th? Did I use that to fudge the anniversaries mentioned here a little?

Yes, I did.))

You woke up slowly the next morning, staring at the wall on the far side of the room for a full minute before you made sense of the unfamiliar bed, the sheets that you didn’t recognize, the decorations that were not your own.

Right, the beach house.

The blanket thrown over you sometime in the night slid off to the floor when you finally made the effort to sit up and yawn, catching as you did so an unfamiliar smell, even for this other house. It took a moment to track it to the clear vase sitting on the nightstand near your bed, and to the single rose it held.

At first glance, it appeared to be almost black, but the bright sunlight streaming in through the window caught the flower’s petals and revealed them to be a dark blue in the center before merging into a deep crimson on the outer layers. Its smell was just as rich and sweet as any other rose and filled your nose as you checked the vase and the nightstand, but there was no note to accompany it.

There were, however, several messages from one Doctor Schneeplestein on your phone, most of them accompanied by videos or photos taken yesterday while you could not see. You smiled and let the videos play in between darting into the bathroom (thankful that there was no waiting or awkward bumping into the others who shared this one with you) and making a somewhat decent effort to look human again after sleeping so hard last night. You laughed out loud more than once as you watched Wilford drag Dark into the ocean or the dancing that went on at Jack’s party the night before, but after a while you noticed just how quiet it was on this floor.

You could barely believe the time when you looked at the clock on your phone, and wondered how you managed to sleep this late in a house with this many loud personalities. After taking one last sniff of the rose and pocketing your phone, you left your room and made for the stairs, sure that the others would give you a hard time for sleeping in.

Except, as you walked down the hall, past silent bedrooms and bathrooms, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. Your steps seemed louder than normal on the stairs, and you already knew that the house was empty even before you reached the bottom.

Not this again, was your first thought. It was bad enough in Mark or the egos’ houses, but being alone in this place that still felt strange and unfamiliar after going on four days set all of your senses on edge.

And you couldn’t shake the feeling that you weren’t alone, despite the silence.

But then it hit you that today was the last day at the beach house. Of course, everyone would be outside, making the most of it.

You were so sure of the idea that you made straight for the back door, but had to pause in the main area of the house. Someone had rearranged the furniture after last night’s party, but what drew your attention was the single balloon in the center of the room. A card at the bottom of its string kept it from floating up to the ceiling, so it just bobbed in place.

Waiting.

From here, you could see your name on the card in bold letters, but you had to move closer and pick it up to read what was written just underneath it:

Surprise.

The moment you read the word, the room erupted into noise as a crowd of people definitely not there a second ago appeared in a burst of magic. Confetti fell from somewhere, and more balloons rained down around the room

“Surprise!”

Followed by first Mark, then Abe and Wilford, then pretty much everyone else pulling you into a hug, all trying to speak at once while three dogs added to the noise and excitement.

“What’s going on?” you asked, once you were finally given the chance to catch your breath and speak.

“It’s been one year, you silly goose!” Wilford said. “That means it’s your birthday!”

“What he means is,” Mark said, “One year ago from yesterday was the first day you left the mirror for good.”

“And one year ago today is when you met most of us egos,” Dr. Iplier added.

Jackieboy Man cleared his throat and gestured to himself and the other Septic egos.

“The important ones, anyways,” Ed Edgar said, ignoring the glares.

“It’s the day I found out my partner was still alive,” Abe said.

“And it’s the first time we ever even heard you talk,” Wade said, gesturing to himself and the rest of Mark’s friends.

“Yeah, and you probably still don’t remember the first time we met you, but we took a vote not to hold it against you,” Bob added.

“The Host reminds Y/N that, for the egos, their ‘birthday’ is the anniversary of their first video. When they are first introduced, and when the fans begin to get to know them. And when they first become a part of our family.”

“One highly dysfunctional, possibly emotionally scarring family,” Mark added before Tyler elbowed him in the ribs. “Ow.”

“It’s only fair to celebrate the day you joined us too,” Bim Trimmer said.

“And has nothing to do with, um, with forgetting your other birthdays at all.” Eric twisted his handkerchief. “Um. Since apparently you have more than one a year and we still missed both, no one’s really explained that…”

Dark decided now was a good time to distract Eric by pushing Henry toward him with his foot, at which point Eric promptly melted and forgot what he was talking about.

You blinked back tears as their words sank in, and nearly lost it when Wilford pulled you in for a side hug and declared, “We wouldn’t want you anywhere else. Happy birthday, Y/N!”

---

The day was far too short, and passed by far too fast.

Still, there was something soothing about returning to your room at the Iplier egos’ house and unpacking your bag in the quiet after everything was over. There were your own clothes of course, but there were also the gifts.

You smiled as you held a Cloak hoodie up.

“Dude! We’ve been over this,” Bob said when you opened Mark’s gift and found the Cloak clothing inside.

“Yeah, giving your own merch as a gift seems a little crappy,” Wade added.

“What? It’s really comfy!” Mark protested.

“Come on, man,” Jack chimed in, even as he slid his present for you underneath the table until later.

You laid out the PMA scarf on the dresser, thinking that while you might not ever need to wear it much around here, it would be nice to have the next time you went to Brighton. Beside it you put out the more normal gifts from the others, such as a video game or two, an enamel pin you had been looking at the other day, and a cap Chase had given you that looked very much like his own but with a loaf of bread in place of the usual logo. There was a page of sheet music from Jameson, with old-timey looking cartoons drawn in the margins and along the staves.

Like a magician pulling out colored scarves, you pulled out one, two, three, four Google shirts from your bag, all paler or darker variations on the usual colors. One of them was bright pink, just like the one you got a year ago.

“We have been told that slightly different variations on a familiar object can come across as comforting,” the blue Google said as you pulled them out of the box. “Otherwise known as the nostalgia factor.”

“What, does this make you an honorary Google now?” Ed Edgar asked, tilting his cowboy hat back as he looked into the box.

Google scowled. “Incorrect on every level as always, Edgar.”

You paused when you pulled the stuffed animal out of your bag. At least, you thought it was some kind of animal, but no one seemed to be able to agree on which one. Guesses so far had ranged from bear, dog, fox, to kangaroo, raven, and the default option for anything strange, platypus.

After time together in the house, several of you had taken the celebration into town, first finding some food and then walking around the streets until you wound up at an arcade where everyone had split up to try and win tickets.

At first, you thought the stuffed creature was an arcade prize when Wilford showed it to you, but there was nothing like it behind the counter. You seriously doubted there was anything like it anywhere.

“This little monster has a special secret just for you,” Wilford said, winking as he handed you the animal of indeterminate species. He grinned as you examined it and found the zipper on the back.

“…Wilford, this is a knife.”

“Because you never know when you’re going to need to administer a good stabbing.” He gave you a reassuring thump on the back and walked away, whistling.

You decided that secret could stay between you, Wilford, and “the little monster” and put the stuffed creature up on your dresser, where it could keep an eye on your entire room. You could only pity the fool who crossed the path of Sir or Lady Yet-to-be-Named.

As you rummaged through the pockets of your bag, you thought you had come across some unspent arcade tickets until you pulled out the stack of laminated cards. Each of them had the image of an Iplier ego just above a block of text.

“IOUs? Really?” Mark asked when he had first spotted them. “Did all of you do this?”

All four Google units shook their head, their expressions showing exactly what they thought of the idea, but the other Iplier egos grinned.

“One card equals unlimited time with the matching ego, no questions asked,” Bim Trimmer said, his tone suggesting that he was announcing a prize of some kind. “Because what better gift is there than quality time with us?”

Mark started to answer, but Bing spoke over him. “Suh, and check out the flip side! You can also use your card to get us to leave you alone for the day!”

Bing paused and, looking at the other egos, asked, “Your guys’ said that too, right? It wasn’t just mine?”

“…What’s it take to get one of these?” Mark muttered as he flipped the card over and read the back.

You straightened the stack of ego cards and found one among them that didn’t match. It was a small, dark card with bright silver writing that caught the light and seemed to glow as you read it.

One (1) get out of Little Y/N for a Day free card. Can be used at any time before or during the spell’s effect.

“This is a joke, right?” you had asked Marvin suspiciously after he handed you the card when the others weren’t paying attention.

“What? Of course, I would never abuse a spell I recently learned for my own amusement or as a gift for someone else,” the magician said, laughing at the idea. His eyes glinted behind his mask as he added in a lower voice, “You might want to keep that on you though, just in case.”

You considered the card for a moment before pulling the wallet out of your pocket and sliding it into an open space. The wallet was another gift, of course, as was the photograph inside.

Abe had waited until after the day in town, after everyone had returned to the house, until the one last trip to the beach. Out on the sand, where for once in his life his so-called undercover Hawaiian shirt almost blended in, Abe pulled you aside and said, “Here, Partner. From me.”

“Your wallet?” you asked.

“What? No! I’m never giving that up,” Abe said, offended at the very idea. “No, this is your wallet. There’s no badge, of course, but they’re still useful for keeping the important things around.”

You took the leather wallet and opened it to find a picture already inside. It was one of you and Abe, taken during a “case” that mainly seemed to involve staking out an ice cream parlor for reasons the detective had no time to explain then or ever since.

You smiled at it now as you had then, just before you had looked up at Abe and said, “I’ll take good care of it, partner.”

There were more photographs in the bag, which had been tucked away in their own pocket so as not to bend. You took your time going through them, picking which ones to add to the cork board on your wall here and which to take to your room at Mark’s house.

A picture of Mark, side eyeing a mannequin in one of the store windows. Jack with Ethan on his shoulders, both together still not tall enough to match the imposing statue in the center of town. The Host, splashing in the water with the other egos. Amy and Kathryn standing proud beside the clear winner of a sand castle building competition. You in one of your new Google shirts, a rare smile on the androids’ faces as they leaned into the shot. A surprise encounter with the Chef at the place where you stopped for lunch (seriously, did he work everywhere? But at least you got a free dessert, so that was nice), giving the camera a crooked smile as he leaned over Mark’s chair while Mark’s face was locked into more of a grimace, his eyes trying not to look at the dripping knife next to his shoulder

And then there were pictures you hadn’t personally taken. There was a wonderful picture of Wilford dragging Dark out into the ocean, which you knew you would cherish forever. You’d found a selfie on your phone taken by the Host, his eyes glowing gold as he tilted the camera to catch you sipping coffee in the background. The Septic egos lined up and dancing together like a boy band. Mark, Wade, Bob, Tyler, and Ethan apparently in a dance-off with said egos, with Jack as a heavily biased referee. A photo mixed in from Jack’s camera of Chase looking up at the tiny version of you perched on the brim of his cap (“Photoshop”, you and Jack had said to Mark before hastily hiding the rest of those pictures).

There was also a picture of you from last night, asleep on the couch with Chica, Henry, and Spencer all joining you for a nice nap.

The Host had asked at one point how Jack’s party went. The egos were more than happy to tell him plenty of stories (and while you hadn’t been able to see at the time, you were fairly sure more than a few of them were made up). Mark and Jackieboy took the opportunity to roast each other’s dance moves while Jack just said again how grateful he was for everything.

But you had to admit to the Host that you had fallen asleep early and missed some of it. “Someone even had to carry me up to my room after it was over. I wish I knew who it was so I could thank them.”

Because so far no one had admitted to being the one to carry you upstairs, and you certainly hadn’t mentioned the kiss to anyone. The closest you got was when Marvin said the idea had been thrown around to let you sleep on the couch all night and surprise you in the morning, which explained why no one else seemed to be around when you were taken to your room.

The Host was well aware that more than one person was suddenly listening, and there might be repercussions depending on what he said. He was also well aware of the standard response to give in situations like this, so he answered without hesitation:

“Kinkiplier.”

There was only one other gift, one that you had carried in rather than put in your bag. Dark hadn’t spoken to you once today, but you had no doubt in your mind who had given you the rose which now sat on your nightstand beneath the mirror on the wall.

A pretty flower didn’t even begin to make up for everything he had put you and everyone else through over the past year, but you’d kept it anyways. A more cynical part of you wondered how anything could possibly have survived under his care as you studied the way the colors mixed and blended together, until you paused, your thumb gently pressed against one of the petals. At the base of it, almost hidden among the deep reds and blues, was a shot of green. Examining the rose closer, you found more than one of the petals had traces of green in their folds, hiding from sight.

Strange. If you had to guess, you would have thought this was a red rose that had blue dye added to it at some point, or a white rose with both colors added. So how did that get there?

You inhaled, taking in the sweet scent of the rose one last time before replacing the vase on your nightstand. As you straightened up you caught sight of your reflection in the mirror and hesitated. It was the same mirror that always turned up in your room again and again no matter how many times you tried to get rid of it. By this point you had just taken to covering it up with a sheet or something whenever it bothered you.

One year. One year and a day ago you fell through a mirror and into this place, back into a life that still felt like it wasn’t completely your own. You thought of the District Attorney as you stared at your own reflection and managed a smile for them.

“Happy Birthday. Here’s to another year, together.”

You thought you saw a flicker of movement, something slightly off around the eyes, but when you blinked it was just your own reflection staring back at you. You sighed and, feeling a little silly, walked away to take care of one last thing before getting ready for bed. You failed to notice the swiftly fading imprint on the mirror’s surface.

The mark left by a hand, pressed against the other side of the glass.

That one last thing was a photograph, the only one that you had chosen to frame. You smiled at the image as you hung the frame on your wall and stepped back to make sure it was level.

It was a wide, panorama shot of everyone. You, Mark, Jack, Abe, all of the egos, all of your friends, even Dark being held in place by a borderline choke hold from Wilford, all gathered together on the beach and smiling at the camera. A rare picture of your family all in one place.

Your admittedly weird, dysfunctional, possibly emotionally scarring family, which you wouldn’t give up for the world.

((And that’s the end of Anniversaries! Thank you for reading, but also thank you all so much for the encouragement over the past year. I had absolutely no idea how this would go over when I first started, and I definitely hadn’t planned for it to go as long as it has.

I do have more than a couple of ideas floating around for where this goes from here. Got to counterbalance all of this fluff, right? Kidding, sort of, but it’s going to be a while before I can even start on that, so until then they can enjoy the moment.

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[leelee10898]

Half on a baby: Leo & Alicia- part 1

This is from the Cordonians gone wild AU, a collaborative effort by @ao719 @speedyoperarascalparty @cocomaxley @riseandshinelittleblossom and myself. Read our other crazy adventures HERE

Leo walked into his and Alicia's quarters after a long conference call. He had been contacted about joining a European motocross tour that started in a couple of weeks. Leo had been itching to get back out there, Alicia knew it and encouraged him to take the call and they would figure out a plan. “Hey babe.” he leaned down kissing her cheek and down on the couch next to her. “So, how was it?” she turned to face her husband. “Not bad. Tour is a short one 3 weeks, 9 races and and a championship.” Alicia sensed the hesitation in his voice. “Ok, what's wrong?” He sat up running his hand over his face. “I don't think I can be away from you that long.” she got up sitting sideways on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Leo, this is what you love, you cant let being away from me hold you back from your dreams.” “I enjoy it yes, but you are what I love.” he paused a moment. “come with me.”

“you want me to come with you? Is that allowed?” “You're my wife, of course its allowed. Besides, you'll give me more motivation to win.” he grinned. “ok, I'll go.” Leo's lips captured hers immediately before she pulled away jumping up. “Leo come on, we need to get ready. We have dinner with Stef and Max tonight.” “that's tonight love?” he gripped her hips pulling her closer. “Stef needs my help with dinner. The words can't feed the huntin dogs came out.” leo gave her a puzzled look and sighed “ok, let's get ready.. but later on.” he stood pulling her fleshed against him. “I know.”

They arrived at Maxwell and Stephanie's, Maxwell opened the door holding Evie “Hey guys come in. Alicia, Stefs in the kitchen, um shes been cursing alot.” Alicia nodded and headed towards the kitchen. “Hey cutie.” Leo cooed. “Awe thanks Leo, I'm glad to see you too.” Maxwell grinned, prompting an eye roll from Leo. “So since the girls are cooking, we gotta entertain Evie.” “ok sounds good to me.” Leo shrugged as they walked into the living room.

Alicia and stephanie made way into the kitchen. “Did you put the skillet in the oven for 10 minutes?” Stephanie nodded grabbing her oven mitts plucking the cast iron skillet from the hot oven. Alicia drizzled a generous amount of olive oil into the hit pan and gave it a swirl, coating the pan. “ok stef, season the meat with the salt, pepper and garlic.” she instructed. They placed the pork loin in the skillet and placed it in the oven. “Thanks again for coming over and helping, I love pork tenderloin but I can't cook for nothing.” Stephanie grinned pouring two glasses of wine. “No problem, it's not that hard. Trick is not to over cook it. Were going to flip it about 10 to 15 minutes in. Once the Internal temperature reaches 165, we should be set.”

Alicia took a swig from her wine. The two settled into an easy conversation, Alicia's eyes kept darting out to the living room, watching Leo coo and fawn all over evie made her heart soar. "So Stef, when did you know you were ready to start trying for evie?" stephanie snorted. "Trying? We didn't exactly try...don't get me wrong, by any means. She is my whole world, but definitely an oopsie baby." "But you wanted kids right? Did you and Maxwell ever talk about it?" Alicia took a sip of her wine. "We did. We knew we wanted to have a couple someday. And we got really lucky with Ev. She's the best little baby. If she not asleep she's happy. Unless she's hungry, which is an easy enough fix."

The timer went off, Alicia instructed Stephanie flip the meat, while the two continue their conversation. "How was being pregnant? Was it really weird?"

"absolutely. But it was also beautiful. The idea that I was carrying around this little piece of the love that Max and I share and one day she was gonna be walkin and talkin..it was really special. What is with all the questions, Alicia? You got a pork loin in *your* oven?!" Alicia choked on the sip of wine she just drank "What?! No. No loins in this oven.. I still have my IUD in." "For now.” Stephanie smirked. “I kinda figured you two'd be the next set of squad parents. What with all the goo-goo eyes Leo has for Evie. I swear the man thinks she hung the moon and he isn't even her daddy." She chuckled.

"He's making my ovaries explode right now. I have an appointment next week and I'm debating having my IUD removed." Alicia gazed at her husband holding evie. "Have you talked to him about that?" "Ahh, well... not really. We haven't actually talked about having kids. Well, not unless you count the time Anitah and I played a joke on Leo and Liam, and said we were pregnant with triplets... he fainted."

"He's ready girl. Look at him! And he can change a diaper better than Maxwell. Remind me to have Leo give him a few pointers." "Yeah, maybe you're right. I guess we should have the talk soon huh?"

Leo sat on the on the couch filling Maxwell in on his upcoming motocross tour. "Hey man, my arms getting tired. You maybe wanna hold her?" Maxwell arched his brow at Leo. "Yup, hand her over." Leo eagerly held his hands out. "She's like the worlds cutest bobble head right now, so make sure you support her here." Maxwell placed her in Leo's arms. "Maxwell I got this.” he faces Evie and coos “Don't I? Yes I do. Uncle Leo is going to spoil you rotten, huh my little goose." "How silly of me, Maverick. I should've known you would know how to handle a lady." Leo smirked "no matter how small, uncle Leo just has a way with the ladies.” he looked up “By the way Beaumont she's not allowed to date, like ever." "I support that decision, man I really do. Unless..." he Grins mischievously "a certain fair-haired former Playboy Prince decided to have a son. I think I'd be okay with the two of them together."

"Who me?" Leo shakes his head smirking "Could you imagine me as a dad? let me ask you Max, what's it like?” Maxwell's face lit up. "It's the most amazing feeling in the world! She's so cute and I get to feed her and snuggle her and wipe her little tushie. I haven't found one thing about it that I don't enjoy...except maybe Stef being crabby in the mornings. Ya know cuz she doesn't sleep through the night yet, but we're learning. Aren't we, Tulip? I could totally see you as a father. In fact I think you and Alicia should start trying right now! I mean if you hurry up, this second by the time your son is born Evie will only be one year older than him. They could totally make that relationship work."

Leo laughs "Your a mess Beaumont. You know, between you and me, I have been wanting to knock Alicia up. We haven't exactly had the kids conversation and I'm not sure how she would feel about it." "Haven't you noticed those girls watching us instead of the food? She's practically drooling over the thought of watching you rock her son to sleep. Trust me. All of the girls are ready for a baby. I hear them all goo-gooing and ga-gaing over Evie. They've all had baby fever since Stef got pregnant, whether they want to admit it or not." "You do seem to have the inside track on them. Thanks man, I think Alicia and I need to have a talk tonight."

“Alright guys time for dinner.” Alicia called out. Leo handed Evie back to max as he laid her in her swing. They sat down making their plates. Maxwell danced in his seat “mmmm this is really good Alicia. Stef you paid attention right? So you can make this again.” “Thanks Max but I can't take credit for this one, it was all Stef. I just guided her.” Alicia grinned. “ Hm...I'm really impressed, Rosebud." Stephanie rolls her eyes at her husband. "no I'm serious, baby. I can actually chew this meat." He let out a hardy laugh " joking aside, it's delicious, Red. Really." “Yes I agree, this is good Stephanie.” Leo Complimented. “ Aw come on you guys are making me blush.” Stephanie's cheeks flushed red.

They finished up dinner when Evie started to fuss. “oh it's time for her bottle and bed.” Stephanie looked st the clock. Maxwell jumped up “I got it Rose bud, Leo wanna help?” Leo nodded and the two scooped Evie up and headed towards the nursery. “Maxwell laid her down on the changing table “ Hey can you change her diaper while I grab her jammies?” leo agreed while max hunted down her pjs and grabbed her bottle. Once she was dressed he sat in the rocking chair, humming a soft lullaby as he fed her the bottle. Her tiny finger grasped his large one. Leo watched his friend put his child to sleep, he couldn't help but smile, he wanted that, he just hoped Alicia did too.

Maxwell lifted evie to his shoulder giving her a few Pat's on the back, she let out a healthy burp. He dabbed her little lips of the excess milk that dribbled out and walked her over to the crib. He gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. “good night my sweet little tulip, daddy loves you. I'll see you in a few hours.” He flicked the light off as the two backed out of the room slowly. “so um Stef and I have been talking wanted to ask you. Would you be Evies Godfather?” he rubbed the back of his neck. “Leo's eyes went wide. “really? You want me to be her Godfather?” “yeah, your one of my best friends and you love evie or goose, like shes your own.. so what do you say?” “Maxwell, I would be honored to.” the two shared a quick hug and headed out to the living room.

“He said yes.” Maxwell squealed. Stephanie grinned “You knew he would Maxwell.” “seriously guys, thank you. I love that little girl.” Leo hugged stephanie and looked towards Alicia. “we should really be heading out, thanks for dinner guys. It was good.” Alicia hugged Stephanie and Maxwell and they headed out. Once they arrived back at the palace they made their way to their quarters.

Alicia changed into a pair of pajama shorts and a tank top, Leo changed into his sweat pants and tossed his shirt in the hamper and climbed Into bed, sitting back against the headboard. Alicia walked out of the bathroom rubbing lotion on her hands and arms. “I want to put a baby in you.” Leo blurted out, stopping Alicia dead in her tracks. “Well damn, I guess this is a good time to tell you I was thinking of having my IUD removed next week at my appointment.” she chuckled. She sat down in the bed, Leo grabbed her hands. “You want to start trying for a baby love?” “Yeah, I've been thinking about it alot lately, and seeing you with evie tonight..” she was cut off by his lips capturing hers. “I can't wait. You know the best part about getting pregnant?” he grinned “No, what?

“The practice.” he swiftly yanked her down to the bed, climbing on top of her. “I say we get some practice in right now.”

Two weeks later Leo and the guys were enjoying the day golfing. Drake sat in the golf cart, sipping from his flask. “How come you never play with us Drake?” Maxwell frowned. “swatting balls with sticks, eh. I'd rather just enjoy the fresh air.” Drake waves him off. Liam placed his ball, he picked his club and stepped up to the ball, getting read to swing. “I'm gonna knock Alicia up.” Leo announced. Liam mid swing let go of the club, it flew through the air smashing through someone's cart. Liam tried to compose himself as he turned to face his brother.

“You...you’re what?! Does Alicia know this?”

“of course she does. Do you really think I would get her pregnant without discussing it with her first?” Leo rolled his eyes. “Oh...um....that’s great, Leo!” liam rubbed the back of his neck. "You want to have a baby? The playboy prince, wants a baby. Do you know what a baby is, Leo?"

"yes Rashad I know what a baby is. I change a mean diaper, just ask Maxwell."

“Yes!! I knew it. I'm so excited.” Maxwell squealed as he broke out in a happy dance. "Well I'll be damned. That woman has got you whipped." Rashad "I'm not whipped, you're whipped." Leo defended, a smirk forming on his face. "Yeah we're all whipped. We should probably stop denying that now." Rashad sighed, the rest shaking their head in agreeance. “I hate to tell you guys, but you're next.. All of you.” Leo chuckled. Rashad snorted "we aren't even married yet, man. Slow your roll." Drake grinned walking up shaking Leo's hand “Congrats man.”

The girls sat at lunch enjoying a few mimosas before their food arrived. A lady walked in walking past the ladies, holding an adorable little boy. “aweee.” they said in unison. “Guess I better Enjoy these while I can.” Alicia took a big sip of her mimosa. Genevieve gave her a sideways look. “What the hell does that mean?” Anitah snapped her head in Alicia's Direction. "I umm had my IUD removed last week." She coolly sipped her mimosa. “Forrrr?!” Anitah squealed sure she knew where this was going. Genevieve's eyes flew wide open. "Oh my god! You guys are going to start trying?"

"Yes, we are."

“You are?!” Anitah squealed a little to loud (Shit, shit, shit) she silently said to herself, knowing her husband was now going to start pressing her. "I knew it! I knew you were itchin to put a bun in that oven!" Stephanie grinned, thinking back to their dinner. "That's great, Alicia! Did you, um, tell Leo that you're going to try?" Gen took a bite of a breadstick. "More like he bluntly told me he wanted to put a baby in me." "This was HIS idea? Hell has frozen over. What...How...Why?” Genevieve choked on the breadstick. "It had been on my mind, but yeah he pretty much decided for us."

"I'm just shocked. I thought Leo would be the last of the guys to want kids. I mean Liam and Drake are the two softest ones. I expected them to be first. Don't get me wrong, I think that's amazing. I'm really happy for you guys. I'm just not drinking the water anytime soon." She laughed. “I'm so happy for you guys.” pam reached out giving her hand a gentle squeeze before turning away slightly blushing.

"Oh, I'm pretty sure that I won't be alone on the Preggo train long. Besides, it can take up to a year possibly to conceive after removing the IUD. So I have some time." "yeah doctors can say that all they want, but I'm telling you girl life finds a way. I was on the pill and yet now we have Evie" stef shrugged. "Not it" Genevieve shouted out. “Jesus Stef, don't let Leo hear you say that, I'll never get him off me.” the girls all looked at her knowingly “ok, more than he already is.” Anitah awkwardly giggled and chugged the rest of her mimosa. “Choo Choo, you’re on your own for now.” she mumbled, red in the face.

Alicia walked in their quarters after lunch with the girls, to find Leo standing Naked in the bedroom. Her hand flew over her mouth. “I thought we could get a little baby making in before my next meeting.” he grinned. Alicia shook her head and giggled “You are really enjoying this aren't you?” “Oh more than you know love. Now, come here.”

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[zadabug98]

your dogs are sO cute 🐶

I don’t disagree with you, but for some reason I don’t remember actually posting pictures of my beautiful fur babies…. Seems like a situation that needs to be rectified in my opinion so let’s go.

First we have Chica (aka. Chica Baby, Cheeky, Cheeky Weeky, Cheeky Weekums, Barky Dog, etc.) who was the first doggo of our currently motley crew. She was a “rescue” in the sense that my grandfather used to raise beagles for hunting and she was born without a functioning ball-and-socket joint in one of her back legs so she could barely run let alone chase rabbits so when I asked, my grandfather let us have her. This was probably… six years ago? I don’t remember, I was small. Anyway, this is Chica:

She had to wear this cone for a few days this year and it was ADORABLE but she was NOT happy about it, as you can see… 

She’s our stubborn little old lady.

The dog we got after her, Juli, (aka. Juwi, Juli Platypus, Juli-potomus, Shoe dog, Honky Dog, etc.) is actually her biological sister - from the same litter as Chica and everything - and we got her a few weeks or so after we received Chica because she had allergies that kept her from smelling well so she straight up did NOT want to chase rabbits. Which worked out fine for us.

I feel like some of her nicknames need clarification. Because of her aforementioned allergies she sneezes alot and idk if you knew this but since dogs have such long noses they actually can’t one and done aCHOO it so she’ll sit there for a few seconds and snort/sneeze and it’s… it’s adorable. But it also sounds like a goose. Ergo, Honky Dog. She also likes to carry around AND HIDE shoes so if ever you’ve lost a shoe at my house, chances are it’s in one of her “hiding places”. Ergo, Shoe Dog.

She’s also hella relatable. Look at that face. She’s our grumpy old lady.

Both of our beagles are low key terrified of thunder storms so whenever one comes around they immediately need to become puppy blanket burritos on the nearest hooman’s lap. 

They’re very sleepy and warm post-burrito. It’s pretty great.

And then there’s the baby!!! Pepper (aka. Bepper, Pebber, Pep Pep, Pep Pep Pachu, Pepper the Peeper Pooper Pupper, Crazy Dog, Baby Deer, etc.) showed up on July 4th last year, the day after my sister @lily-greene‘s birthday so he was her (semi-unwanted) present from the universe. We’re pretty sure he was abandoned, since he came to us covered in fleas and ticks and he had major abandonment issues for the first few weeks. Wouldn’t go to sleep unless there was a person there.Would whine if he woke up and there wasn’t a person there. That first evening I came home from work and they were de-ticking him in the living room floor with honey and cinnamon. It was weird.  

Better yet. He’s weird. Lookit him stuck in the dryer because he tried to get to the cat’s food. Always so silly. Barely knows how to Dog properly.

Pepper, you can’t just paint the floors like that without running the color by us first, you silly dog!

But now he’s a BIG boy. Roughly 45 pounds which is a lot when our old ladies only clock in at about 23 pounds each. He’s not just big though, he’s LONG. Twice as long as our old ladies. Twice as tall. His tail was bobbed when we found him, though, so that’s pretty short but what he lacks in length he makes up for in pure enthusiasm! 

[for some reason tumblr isn’t letting me put up the video I have of his sweet little boopy tail so I might post it separately later. Here’s his sweet little sleeping pose tho]

Look at him! We like to joke that he’s half deer because of how lanky he is. He’s so big compared to baby Cheeky!

So sweet. 

I wanna gush over our baby Pi (aka. Pi-Pi, Pea, Baby, Mommy’s Baby, etc.) but I feel like I’ve gushed enough, and she’s pretty much pure black so I don’t really have a lot of good pictures of her but these two are my all time favorites because this is straight up the dichotomy of this kitty.

So soft, so pure, so noble. A true lady of the dark shadows and all things that go Mew in the night.

And YET…

So vicious. Ready to go. Ready to play. Turn on the laser light hooman, it’s time to have some FUN!

This has been my TEDx Talk. All told, I’d say this was a good use of the hour and a half it took to dig up all these photos and pick the right ones. Happy valentines day from me and all my fur babies!

[chocobroobsession]

Just a Taste

Author’s Note: In honor of Friday the 13th and the Halloween season, I give you, Vampire!Ignis! I know, I’m not the first to think of it, nor will I be the last, but this is just my smutty take on it. Vampires are my favorite mythical creatures, after all, and Ignis is my favorite chocobro, so it was inevitable. Think of this as a Monster AU. There are mentions of the other guys as well, along with what creatures they are..but it’s mainly a vampire!Ignis x fem!reader fic. Word count: 8930. BTW, I guess a trigger warning would be blood? Not blood play, just...vampire feeding, I guess...

You hadn’t seen Ignis Scientia in months. One day he was at work, and the next day he wasn’t. Your boss explained that Prince Noctis had some urgent business to attend to outside of Insomnia and his advisor, shield, and best friend were to accompany him. No one was sure just how long the group would be absent, but the King of Lucis was adamant that the Prince was well taken care of and that the business they had was important and that they would all return safely in time. As suspicious as it seemed, you had no reason to question your king, and so you had no choice but to move forward.

You had worked in the Citadel since graduation. You were one of the junior members of the Council, training up to be a full-fledged member in a few years. This meant that you crossed paths with the Prince’s advisor quite often, seeing as how he attended most Council meetings in his charge’s place. You had initially just exchanged pleasantries, but eventually, the two of you struck up a friendship. Ignis was intelligent, handsome, and witty, but most only saw him as the stoic glorified nanny to Prince Noctis. You, however, always knew better. He easily (and most likely unintentionally) charmed you with his intellect and humor, and you counted yourself one of the few to be on the receiving end of his heart-melting smiles. And his eyes…oh, Astrals, his eyes! Those emerald pools could drown you with one look, but the way they reflected such joy when he spoke to you or smiled at you…you were a goner.

Ignis kept his private life, well, private, and so you never knew if he actually already had a significant other, but that didn’t stop you from dreaming that one day you could be lucky enough to be on the receiving end of his affections. Just when you had finally worked up the nerve to confess your feelings to him, he vanished. All courage went down the drain then, and heartbroken, you resumed your normal life of work, dreaming of the day you would see Ignis again, hoping that you’d have the chance to try again.

So when he randomly showed up at your door one night, you couldn’t help but be completely shocked and totally smitten with him all over again. You had been curled up on your couch, engrossed in a fantasy novel when the doorbell chimed. One look at the clock on the wall to your left told you this was no ordinary visitor. No one, salesperson, chocobo scout, or friend dropping by your part of town, would ever show up at such a late hour. You cautiously snuck to the doorway to peer through the peephole. You could barely make out a tall, lanky shape standing just on the edge of the light cast out by your porch light. Your hand automatically reached for the baseball bat you had propped up against your umbrella stand. You hadn’t played ball in years, but your dad had always suggested you keep it handy in case of an unwanted visitor. The door stayed locked whether you were home or away, so you knew this visitor couldn’t easily force their way in. You hesitantly called out, “Who’s there?”

You saw the visitor flinch at the sound of your voice. “Y/N?” they questioned, before quickly clamping a hand over their mouth. Before they could turn to go, you quickly unlatched the door and threw it open. You knew that voice instantly and all fears were cast aside the moment it pricked your ears. “Ignis!?”

He froze. He had been in the process of turning around, as if to flee quickly before you stopped him dead in his tracks. You couldn’t believe it. It had been months since you saw him, and yet here he stood at your very door. You let your excitement cloud your sense of judgment initially before reason finally caught up to you. You had started to step across the threshold, one arm outstretched towards the man when you stopped. “Wait. Ignis, why are you here? Aren’t you supposed to be away on business with Prince Noctis? Or did you just come back?” So many questions swam around in your mind as you gaped at the man hidden in the shadows. It finally hit you that something was off about him, and fear gripped you, causing your flesh to break out into goose bumps and the hairs on the back of your neck to stand on end. Something about this situation was very, very wrong.

Ignis remained in the shadows, but turned his body to face you. You could make out his face, but only just so. It was definitely him, but something seemed different, though you weren’t sure how. He was dressed in his typical black pants, boots, and purple dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His usual driving gloves were absent, and you couldn’t stop yourself from admiring the veins and muscles in his hands and forearms as he brought one hand up to rub at his forehead.

“Y/N, I apologize. I thought this house belonged to someone else. I’m so sorry I disturbed you. I’ll just be on my way,” he wearily explained before turning away from you once more.

“Wait!” You lunged at him then, ignoring every red flag that your brain threw at you, and wrapped your fingers around his wrist. Though you had never really touched him before, any accidental brushes or bumps against him were always warm and welcomed. His wrist, however, was like ice despite the hot summer night. You gasped and quickly released your grip, taking a step back into the light of your porch. Something wasn’t right. “Ignis, what’s wrong? What happened to you? Why are you here?” Your heart was racing. Adrenaline was commanding you to run back in the house but something else was keeping you rooted to the spot. Was that curiosity or just plain stupidity? You weren’t really sure at the moment, but you were confused. You were in love with this man, but why should he suddenly be here, right in front of you?

Ignis hesitated; he considered fleeing as he originally intended once he realized gravity of the situation he had accidentally put himself in, but he had always cared about you, and even though your wellbeing depended on him leaving, he didn’t want it to end like this. He felt he owed you a bit of an explanation.  He sighed and angled towards you yet again. Gods, you were still as beautiful as he remembered. You hadn’t changed at all in the months he had been away. Even standing there, unsure of yourself, questions swimming in your eyes, clad in sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt, you were as radiant as ever and it killed him to think about what he was almost willing to do to you. There was no way he was going to subject you to that, now that he realized this was your residence. It was one thing to do this to a complete stranger. There was no way he would go through with this with someone he knew, especially someone he had been pining after. Remaining in the shadows, he inhaled deeply before asking, “How long have you resided in this house? As I seem to recall, you had an apartment closer to the Citadel, did you not?”

Right. You just moved in a month ago. It was silly of you to think that he was here specifically to visit you. He was gone before you even got the house. He had no way of knowing. “Yeah, I did, but when my aunt passed away nearly two months ago, she left me her house. I’ve only been here about a month. But she had lived here for years. Did you plan on visiting her? She was a florist…what business would you or the Prince, for that matter, have with a simple florist?”

Ignis knew there was no way he would be able to truly talk his way out of this. You were too sharp. That and he didn’t relish the thought of having to lie to you or manipulate your mind. He was up to his armpits in secrets these days, and frankly he was sick of it all. Conflicted as he was, perhaps he could be honest with you without you laughing in his face or trying to murder him. He knew your father had insisted you keep a baseball bat by the door for your safety, and though it wouldn’t do much good to beat him with it, he didn’t particularly want to be bludgeoned that night. Throwing all caution to the wind, he decided to give you a taste of the truth.

“Truth be told, Y/N, I didn’t know who’s house this was. I was in need of something and this was the first house I happened to come across. I offer my condolences, by the way. As I recall, you always spoke highly of your aunt and the two of you were very close. She was still rather young, however, wasn’t she?” He hadn’t realized how long it had been since he saw you last, but being in your presence was relaxing. He had missed you—your smile, the sound of your voice, the way you always stood with one hip pushed out to the side, your arms folded across your chest like you had an attitude. He wanted to draw this conversation out as long as possible before arriving at the inevitable.

You looked away, suddenly filled with emotion. You hastily wiped a stray tear away before answering. “Yeah, my aunt was my best friend. She found out she had cancer. The doctors did everything they could, but it was already at such an advanced stage when she found out. She never married nor had any kids, so she willed everything to me. I spent so much time over here growing up, I couldn’t part with it, and so I moved in. At least she’s not in pain anymore.”

“I’m sorry,” Ignis whispered. He wanted so badly to hold you, but he didn’t want to tempt himself, especially when he was so thirsty. He couldn’t bare it if he lost control for one moment.

You were temporarily distracted by memories of your aunt, but you realized something about Ignis’s story didn’t make sense. “Wait, you said you were in need of something. Ignis, are you in trouble? Can I help you? Why don’t you just come—“

“No!” he practically yelled. You flinched at his outburst. You had started to invite him in, but that was the last thing he needed. It would be all too tempting to give into his thirst in such a confined space with you. Ignis cleared his throat and spoke softly this time. “That won’t be necessary. I do not wish to intrude, especially at such a late hour. My problem will resolve itself in due time. I made an error in coming here tonight and as much as I would love to stay and catch up, I really must be going.” He was having second thoughts. There was no way he could confide in you. He cared too much about you and his thirst was growing by the minute. This whole night had been nothing but one blunder after another.

Something was definitely off. Ignis had always had an accent unlike any others you had heard, and you were easily wooed by his voice. The more he talked, however, the more it sounded like he had something in his mouth, interfering with his speech slightly. And the whole time the two of you had been standing outside, he had kept his face in the shadows, as if he was trying to conceal himself from you. Your imagination was running out of control, and yet, your flight or fight instincts were kicking in. But this was Ignis Scientia. The most brilliant man you had ever encountered. The Prince’s advisor and friend. A master strategist. What did you have to fear?

You took a step back, completely bathed in the yellow glow radiating from your porch. “Step into the light,” you dared him. Surely your mind was playing tricks on you.

As much as Ignis hated himself, he couldn’t just walk away from you. Obeying your command, he stepped forward, allowing the condemning light to wash over him as he looked you dead in the eye. You gasped aloud, taking another step backwards towards your house. He looked the same as he always did, only somehow paler, as if he hadn’t seen the sun in the entire time he was away. The green eyes you were so in love with were absent, and instead eyes black as obsidian stared back at you. He possessed hungry eyes, but not hungry with lust—the true hunger of a predator. “Ignis?”

“I told you this was a mistake,” he whispered. As he spoke, you caught a glimpse of his teeth. Fangs were present where his canine teeth used to be. This was impossible. You were tired. You had been reading a lot of fantasy novels lately. This was just your mind playing tricks on you. Right?

“This is crazy. You can’t really be…” you shook your head incredulously.

“Be what?” he raised one eyebrow. As impossible as it seemed, he was in your place four and a half months ago. He had no idea such a world existed within his own until everything went spiraling out of control. “Just say what you’re thinking. Please,” he begged. As much as it pained him, a piece of him just wanted someone to know the truth about him.

“A vampire?” You were almost too ashamed to say it. It seemed so ridiculous, and yet, you had no alternative explanation to offer.

“And we have a winner,” Ignis humorlessly laughed. “This is the part where you either run back into your house, lock the door, and pray to the Astrals for your protection, or you tell yourself you’re hallucinating or sleepwalking and you go back inside and pretend none of this ever happened. I wouldn’t blame you, either way. Both responses seem rather reasonable. I apologize for involving you in this at all. I never wished to hurt you. If you want, I could even glamour you into forgetting this entire exchange. The choice is yours, you know.”

You were speechless.  This couldn’t be happening. This wasn’t real. Had it been anyone else, you’d say it was a nightmare, but this was Ignis Scientia. The man you had harbored a crush on for over two years. As much as your logic screamed for you to get a grip on yourself, you almost couldn’t deal with the situation. Part of you wanted to laugh it off, and part of you wanted to break into a fit of hysterics. When you opened your mouth, even you didn’t know what was going to come forth.

“Oh, so you really are a vampire? And next you’re going to tell me that I don’t really know the world that I live in. There’s a whole other world out there within our own. A world full of monsters! Vampires exist! And so do other creatures!” Yep, hysteria won out. And yet you were trying to quell it with your sarcasm. Smooth move.

“Are you making fun of me?” Ignis questioned. He wasn’t really sure what reaction to expect from you, but it wasn’t this. You had always been sarcastic, but he had a feeling you were still processing this information and trying to reason with yourself.

“Me? Make fun of a vampire? No, why would I be stupid enough to do that?” You shrugged, the hysteria slowly building, causing your voice to go an octave higher. “What next? You’re going to tell me that Gladio is a werewolf and Prompto is…what, part of the Fae?” you nervously laughed.

If Ignis had the ability to blanch, he would have done so then. Instead, his eyes widened as he stared at you. For someone who couldn’t get a grip on the situation, you were surprisingly accurate in your assumptions.

You took his silence as confirmation of your suspicions. You weren’t even sure if you meant what you said, but it came out all the same. “Wait…you mean to tell me that I’m right? Does that mean more people I know are…not actual people? Oh Astrals, this is too much…” You lost it then. You became uneasy, swaying on the spot. You would have crumpled to the ground had Ignis not stepped forward and caught you, gently lowering you to sit on the porch, propping you up against one of the posts.

“That’s the type of reaction I would expect from someone who just learned about this,” he shook his head and peered down at you, pity in his blackened eyes. You looked up at him, blinking, trying to make sense of the situation.

“So you really are a vampire?” you dared to ask.

“Yes, Y/N, I really am a vampire,” he grimaced.

“Have you always been?”

“No.”

“That’s what I figured. Is that really why you went away?”

“Yes. Part of the reason, anyway.”

You had so many other questions, but you didn’t know where to begin. Before you had time to ponder the situation further, Ignis suddenly spoke up. “You really should get back inside, Y/N. It’s late. I’m sure you have work tomorrow. I’d help you in myself, but I don’t think it wise. I’ve already done enough damage for one night and I don’t wish to subject you to more. Goodnight.”

“Wait! Please don’t go Ignis,” you practically begged. He hated hearing that tone from you. He didn’t wish to cause you any more distress than he already had, but there was a hurt in that voice that he couldn’t shake.

You thought a moment before everything clicked. Though you weren’t sure if any of the vampire lore you had been exposed to through literature had any truth to it, it was all you had to work with for the time being. “You can’t come in because I haven’t invited you. Is that it? That’s why you cut me off earlier when I started to ask you?”

Ignis dropped his gaze to the ground and his shoulders drooped downwards. “Yes, that is correct.”

“But why didn’t you want me to invite you in? What’s wrong with that? Especially now that I already know what you are?”

“All the more reason for you not to invite me in. At least you can rest assured that you are safe within the confines of your own home. No vampire may set foot over the threshold as long as you do not invite them in.”

You mulled over the information before speaking again. “But if you wanted to attack me, you would have done so already, correct?”

“Yes, but outside, there are other smells to distract me and to dilute yours. Inside, however…” he trailed off, not wishing to finish his thought.

“Oh.” Right. Inside the house, it would reek of your scent. And he’d be in a confined space with you. And based on what he said, he was a new vampire. Perhaps he didn’t have practiced control just yet. Still, as much as your sense of self-preservation begged you to run, the rest of you had other ideas.

“I don’t think you want to hurt me, Ignis,” you confidently declared.

“True, I do not wish to harm you,” he answered cautiously.

“So I don’t think you will, no matter how high the temptation.”

“I must say, I do not like where this is going. Perhaps this episode has caused a lapse in your judgment.”

“Perhaps,” you reasoned. “But all the same, I want an explanation. Please tell me what’s going on with you. I thought we were friends?” There were those feelings again. You never let go of liking him, and even though you should be afraid, you still wanted this man.

Ignis let out an exasperated breath. “Yes, we were friends, though I don’t see why you would wish to remain as such with the likes of me now, knowing what I have become.”

“Come inside with me. Talk to me,” you whispered.

Ignis couldn’t resist your request. Even with Noctis, Gladio, and Prompto around, he still felt quite alone throughout this entire ordeal. His desire for companionship outweighed his desire for blood at the moment, so he took you up on your offer. He offered you a hand and helped you up off the porch before leading you back inside.

Once you shut the door behind you, you grabbed his hand and led him over to the couch. The two of you sat, turning sideways, facing each other. You gestured towards him. “Tell me what happened. How you became this way.”

Ignis stared at you with pleading eyes, hoping you would understand what he had been through. What effort it cost him just to be in that room with you. Confined to that couch, staring at your pulsing veins, inhaling the perfume of your skin, resisting everything that he was in that moment. “Like you, I was unaware that such a world existed within our own. I did not learn of it until a few months back, when the incident occurred.”

He paused, checking to make sure you were still interested. You sat perfectly still, staring at him with questions in your eyes. “I didn’t know that the Amicitia bloodline consisted of a long line of werewolves. They had made a pact with the Lucian royal bloodline many, many years ago. They swore to protect them as their shields. Werewolves in their human form are larger and stronger than most humans, which makes them such better protectors than most. It made sense. The royal bloodline has their own natural magical abilities, so even though they are human, they are a step above the rest. Having werewolves on their side was quite an advantage.

“Vampires have never been part of the royal court. Niflheim has vampires within their own ranks, and so most of their kind, well, my kind, do not care for the Lucians. Other world politics still do not make sense to me. I still have much to learn, but that’s beside the point. Vampires are natural enemies of the werewolves, so that was another advantage to having them as shields in Lucis. One night, Gladio was set to guard Noctis at his apartment. King Regis never liked Noctis living outside of the Citadel, but he respected his son’s wishes to be more independent. That’s why Gladio was never too far away. But that particular night, Gladio became very ill and had to rush back to the Amicitia home. Iris was supposed to take his watch that night, but a vampire came and overpowered her. He kidnapped Noctis and made his way over the wall of Insomnia.”

You were completely invested in this story, despite knowing that the ending wasn’t going to be pleasant. “So what happened next?”

Ignis gulped. “I never knew about the Amicitias being what they were. Imagine my surprise when I made my way to Noct’s apartment only to find a young werewolf passed out inside and the place completely trashed. I summoned my daggers right away to do away with the beast, thinking it was just some overgrown wolf but it looked at me and then transformed into a battered Iris. I stood there in shock as she wheezed and tried to explain to me what happened. I didn’t have time to be horrified by what I was learning. I had to go after Noctis. I called Clarus as I made my way to the edge of the city. I drove out of the gates and must have gone many miles before getting out of my car and going out on foot.”

“How did you know where to go?” you wondered aloud.

“I didn’t. I just went into the situation blindly. I did not know a thing about tracking. I had no way of knowing where they were. I found some woods and stumbled around in there for hours in the dark, not even thinking about the daemons that might be lurking around before I came across the place where they were holding Noctis captive. There must have been about ten vampires there. I don’t know what I thought I could do. I was only a man with a set of daggers. They were full-fledged vampires. Monsters. Sadly, they had already turned Noctis into a vampire as well. I could tell by the way he hungrily stared at me from where they had him chained with silver to a tree. Turns out silver isn’t exactly tolerated by vampires or werewolves, but that’s another story for another time.

“I tried to fight them off, but it was fruitless. They had me beaten to a pulp in no time at all. Even though Noctis was thirsty and in pain, he still begged them to have mercy on my behalf. As they delivered the fatal blow, a pack of werewolves appeared—Clarus and some of his relatives. The vampires were soon vanquished, and Noctis was released, but I was a lost cause. No potion could spare my life at that time.”

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you realized what must have happened next. You hadn’t even realized you were crying until Ignis reached over to brush some of them away with a cold thumb. You shivered at his touch, but not just because of the coolness of his skin. You had always craved his touch, and in spite of all that was happening, that hunger did not cease.

“Noctis did the only thing he could think to do to save me. He changed me as well. Once the King found out, he sent us away, for our safety, and the safety of the kingdom. We needed to learn to control ourselves before we could come back. Noctis is a prince. He simply cannot just disappear. He has to come back into the public eye soon. Our nature didn’t change the pact between the royals and the Amicitias. Yes, it strains things a tad, but Gladio was determined to help us overcome this obstacle. Prompto agreed to come along as well, mainly for moral support for Noct.”

“But how does Prompto being Fae fit into all of this?” you quizzed him.

“Ah, that was just a fluke. Gladio knew from the beginning what Prompto was. He could sense it. But Prompto isn’t your typical faerie. He isn’t cruel to humans, though he is still quite the prankster, I’m afraid. He just wants to be loved, that’s all. He craves friendship, and a purpose in life. Gladio sensed no threat in him, so he allowed him to befriend Noct.”

You considered all of the information Ignis had laid out before you. “I mean, it kind of makes sense for Gladio to be a werewolf. He’s big, rough, and kinda hairy,” you giggled. “That’s why I suggested it in the first place. But I was just throwing it out there that Prompto was Fae. Shouldn’t he not look so…human?”

“Ah, well that would be his own personal kind of glamour. He uses some of his magic to hide the fact that his ears are pointy and he has this unearthly glow about him. He has other abilities as well, but again, that is another story for another time.”

Other pieces of the story were starting to come together in your mind. “You stayed away to learn to control your thirst for blood, correct?”

“Yes,” Ignis answered wearily. “What are you getting at?”

“You have to drink blood in order to survive. There is no getting around that, is there?”

“I’m afraid not.”

“So that’s why you came here tonight. You picked a random house to look for your next meal…”

“I was afraid you would arrive at that conclusion. Yes, you are quite correct. Noctis and I have improved immensely in terms of our control, but we do still have to drink blood to live.. Staying out in the country, we can get by on animal blood, but as you can clearly see, animals are not plentiful within Insomnia’s walls,” Ignis explained.

“So you came back to start making meals of people?” You were a tad horrified. If Ignis hadn’t known you, you would have been his supper…

Ignis started to reach out and reassure you, but he thought against it and dropped his hand back to his side. He didn’t want to frighten you more than he already had, but he wasn’t going to lie to you. “Once we learned more self-control, Gladio suggested we try to see if we could drink human blood without killing our victims. You see, blood is both a blessing and a curse to us. If we do not drink blood, we will perish. If we drink too much blood, however, we get violently ill. Our thirst is never fully quenched. We can only drink a little at a time. When first transformed, the bloodlust takes over and causes every feed to be a frenzy. We kill our prey and drink ourselves sick and then rise to do it all over again the next day. Only with practice did we learn to pace ourselves. We only feed when necessary and only a little at a time. Never enough to harm a person. It is still difficult to be around humans, though. Being near them for extended periods of time is equivalent to being in a kitchen, smelling warm food cooking. Eventually, you find yourself hungry, even if you were full before.”

“So, what, you just knock on doors and ask people to donate blood but you don’t specify that it’s to you and not a blood center?” you attempted to joke.

Ignis snorted. “No. As a vampire, I am able to glamour people into doing my bidding. I manipulate them into offering their blood, I drink a bit, and then I erase their memories. They wake up feeling slightly weak and they notice a bite on their body, but then they remember that it was an insect bite or they think they ran into something that punctured their skin, and then they go on about their merry way, never remembering that a vampire had them for dinner.”

You weren’t sure why you said it. It was a foolish thought, after all. But though your fears were erased as he told you his story, your attraction to him remained the same. You were alone in your house with Ignis Scientia. Yes, he was a vampire, but he was still the most handsome man, well, creature, you had ever seen. And his personality remained the same. You were still in love with this man, and you cared for him. Maybe love makes you say crazy things. “You came here because you were thirsty. You still are. That’s why your eyes are all blackened, isn’t it?”

“Regrettably, yes. I trick myself into thinking that what I do is okay if I do not know the person, but once I realized it was you who stood behind the door, I could not bring myself to ask you…” Ignis couldn’t finish his sentence. The very thought of exposing you to his monstrous nature pained him. Plus, the more he focused on his thirst, the more his fangs grew. As long as he wasn’t thirsty, they stayed retracted, but the worse it got, the more they showed.

“But you need blood to live. I have plenty of it. I wouldn’t mind if you took some of mine.”

Ignis was astonished. He didn’t want to subject you to that. He cared about you too much. What if his desire for you physically interfered with the desire for your blood? It was bad enough that he could sense your arousal. He had been oblivious to your attraction to him before. He was so caught up in worrying that you wouldn’t like him in that way hat he failed to notice you actually reciprocated his feelings. It wasn’t until he showed up at your door that night that he realized you had returned his feelings all along. He could sense it in you before the fear and confusion set in. But now, that sense of longing was back, and it terrified him. But the thirst was proving to be a driving force in his decision making as well. It had been over a week since he fed, and he knew he couldn’t hold out much longer.

“If you insist…” he reluctantly agreed. “Now that you mention it, I am rather thirsty.”

“I wouldn’t be a very good hostess if I didn’t offer you something to drink, now would I?” you smiled.

Ignis couldn’t hold back his chuckle. “I suppose you have a point.”

Your cheeks reddened as you tore your eyes away from him. “So, do you want me to just sit here and let you bite my neck, or how do you want to do this?”

The thought of being so close to you had Ignis dizzy, and that wasn’t his empty belly talking. His attraction to you was going to be the death of him. “Well, the neck is such a conspicuous place for bite marks. You once told me you hate long sleeves, so it would seem your wrist is out of the question as well. It’s easier to go for some particular veins. I’m told the thigh is the next best choice…” he coughed. He couldn’t look you in the eye. That was too intimate of a spot, and yet he couldn’t stop himself from suggesting it. What was he playing at?

Your blush deepened as crimson flooded your cheeks. “Oh,” was all you could mutter. While he had a point, you were embarrassed at the thought of Ignis seeing you without any pants on. You should be mad at him for suggesting such a thing, but instead you were turned on. You could feel your panties getting wet at the thought and you were angry with yourself. Here was a man just wanting a meal and you were trying to make it dirty. Oh boy. “Okay. Let’s do it then,” you declared. Where that surge of courage came from, you had no idea, but you boldly got up off the couch and slipped out of your sweat pants, nonchalantly tossing them aside.

Ignis stared at you incredulously. He attempted to avert his eyes from your delicious looking hips and thighs, but he was first and foremost a man. A man who hadn’t been with a woman in quite some time. A man who craved you, mind, body, and soul before he ever craved your blood. He got a grip on his inner fantasies and smirked. “I was going to suggest you change into some shorts, but I guess this is just as acceptable as well.”

You squeezed your eyes shut and smacked your forehead. “Oops. I didn’t even think about that. I’m sorry. I can go get some if you want.”

“No, it’s quite alright. Believe me, I am not complaining about the view,” he stated.

You hid your face in your hands. “Do you normally play with your food before you eat it?”

“No. Forgive me. This is new to me. I’m not used to doing this to someone I know. I’m just trying to make light of the situation.”

You asked him how he wanted to proceed, and he suggested you sit on the couch and relax. You followed orders and shakily lowered yourself onto the plush seat. Ignis removed his glasses and set them on the coffee table, then stood up and moved in front of you. Even looming over you, predatory hunger in his blackened eyes, you were still attracted to him. You shivered in anticipation of what was to come in the following moments.

He knelt down in front of you and gazed into your eyes. “Are you sure you are okay with this? Do not feel obligated just because you know I thirst.” He wanted to make sure that you were fully consenting to such a vile act. He still hadn’t fully come to terms with his new nature, but he also knew this was to be his new normal.

“Yes, I’m sure,” you breathed. “I’m all yours.” You weren’t entirely sure how you meant that last part, and Ignis wasn’t sure either, but he nodded and spread your legs slightly, eyeing your inner thigh.

“This will probably hurt only initially. The bite, that is. But if at any point you feel uncomfortable, stop me. I have enough control at this point, I can cease drinking if you wish me to,” he explained as he opened his mouth and lowered his face to your thigh.

You watched with widened eyes as his fangs made their full appearance. He sunk them deep into your flesh and you let in a sharp intake of breath. As soon as they were in you, he had pulled them out and was sucking the blood that was gushing from the punctures. His eyes were closed as he gulped down mouthfuls of your blood. You should have been frightened or repulsed, but instead you were incredibly attracted to him. The way he gripped your calf with one hand and your upper thigh with the other as he fed had butterflies doing somersaults in your stomach. You watched his Adam’s apple bob as he drank and you couldn’t help but wonder how he would taste as you trailed kisses and love bites across his own neck. And what would it feel like to have that mouth on your own…

You were quickly snapped out of your reverie when Ignis suddenly ceased his actions. You looked back down at him as he lapped at the puncture marks with his tongue. The bleeding immediately stopped, the wounds clotting over. He licked his lips and sat back on his haunches.

“That was it?” you asked, almost disappointed.

Ignis offered up a lazy grin. “What, you were expecting more pain and gore? I told you, I can only drink a little bit, otherwise I get sick. Once I am finished, my saliva has properties that cause your wound to start healing itself. I couldn’t have you bleeding all over your couch, now could I?”

“I suppose you have a point,” you agreed. Your eyes locked on his, and you noticed a change. “Hey, your eyes are turning green again!”

Ignis cocked his head to the side. “They are? I guess this means I am satiated then. I can always tell I’m past due to have a meal when my eyes stay dark. The same can be said for Noct.”

The feed was over in the blink of an eye and Ignis had retracted himself from you. His eyes were green again, his fangs were gone, and he looked as he always did. Still, that longing in your belly wasn’t going away any time soon, and you already missed the feeling of him against your bare skin.

The sexual tension between the two of you couldn’t have been more tangible. The want was detectable in your eyes and Ignis felt a hunger he hadn’t felt in ages—one that had nothing to do with blood. He leaned forward and slid a hand up your bare thigh. You shuttered, the motion causing him to hesitate. He didn’t want to give in without your permission. “Don’t stop,” you begged, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve always liked you Ignis. Liked you as more than a friend. I wanted to tell you for so long but never gathered up the courage to do so. Once I finally did, you disappeared. I wanted to get over you, but I couldn’t. I longed for the day you would come back, so I could tell you, but I was still afraid. And even though you’ve changed, you’re still you. And I still want you.”

Ignis’s heart swelled. You returned his affections after all. You always had. It wasn’t just the unearthly beauty of a vampire drawing you in, the way it’s meant to. He ran his other hand up your other thigh and leaned his face closer to yours. “I have liked you for quite some time as well, Y/N. That’s why I hesitated tonight, once I realized it was your home. I didn’t want to subject you to the monster I had become. I didn’t want to risk hurting or scaring you because I care too much about you. But I also hated the thought of lying to you and hurting your feelings. Vampires may be horrible creatures and they tend to use their unnatural beauty to draw in their prey, like a moth to flame, but I could sense your attraction to me before you actually saw me. I now possess heightened senses, you know. So I could smell your arousal while I was down here…” He began planting kisses up one of your thighs and you let out a moan.

“Ignis,” you whined. He rose up and crushed his lips against yours. You sighed into the kiss and he took that opportunity to fully taste you with his tongue. You tasted a hint of your own blood, but you didn’t care. You cupped his face with both hands as your tongues wrestled for dominance. He finally broke away from the kiss and resumed kissing your thighs. He was dangerously close to your sex when he ran his fingertips along the hem of your black lace panties.

“May I?” he politely inquired.

You nodded, unable to speak, so overcome with lust and emotion. He pulled them off in one fluid motion and pulled you by the hips towards the edge of the couch. He spread your legs wide and his eyes bore into yours as he lowered his mouth to clit and sucked hard on the bundle of nerves. You threw your head back in a long, drawn out moan. Hearing your obvious approval, he began licking and sucking at your clit before moving lower to plunge his tongue between your folds. You bucked your hips into his face and reached out with one hand to grip the back of his head. Your fingers tangled in his tawny locks as you ground yourself into his mouth. Ever since developing your crush on Ignis, the only pleasure you found was from your own hand or your vibrator, so this type of attention was long overdue. You hadn’t meant to hold out for him, but no one else caught your eye the way he did.

Ignis continued his ministrations for some time, and you could feel yourself reaching the cusp of your release. He focused all of his attention on your clit as he slid two fingers inside of your dripping folds, pumping them rapidly. That was enough to completely undo you. You came with a cry of his name, releasing your hold on his head and falling back against the cushions. You breathed hard for a few seconds before rising back up to peer at Ignis. His pupils were dilated and he was completely focused on you. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand before rising up to remove the shirt you forgot you were wearing. You had also forgotten that you were braless that night as well. You were home alone reading a book, not expecting visitors, so naturally you were dressed for comfort. His eyes roamed over your breasts and he surged forward to take one in his mouth, groaning as he sucked and nipped at your rosy bud. He released you and went for the other and you moaned at the sensation. You thought you were spent from his earlier touches, but this reignited the burning desire inside of you and you wanted more of him.

When Ignis pulled away, you followed to kiss him, tasting a different part of yourself on his tongue now. You pulled him in close and began unbuttoning his shirt as you continued to kiss him. Once you had pushed the silky fabric off of his shoulders, he shucked it off and stood up. You looked up at him as he began unfastening his pants. He pulled his boxer briefs down with them and stepped out of them quickly. He offered you a hand to help you up, but instead you took one look at his hardened length and formulated a plan. With one hand on his hip and the other around his cock, you pumped him a couple of times before looking him right in the eye and taking him into your mouth. He moaned and ran his fingers through your hair, tangling them up in your tresses. He didn’t thrust into you or pull you onto him, but simply gripped you for balance as you eagerly sucked him off. You continued to pump his base, your fist meeting your lips as you bobbed your head, your mouth in tandem with your hand. You did this for a bit before releasing him with your hand and pulling him further into your mouth, nearly choking yourself on his length. Ignis groaned at the sensation. You pulled back and went to deep throat him again only to have him gently stop you with a hand on your shoulder.

“Darling, I will not last if you keep that up. Please.”

You nodded and rose from your place on the couch. You kissed him deeply as his arms wrapped around your body, his hands quickly finding your backside and giving you a squeeze. You didn’t even make a peep as he gripped the back of your thighs and hoisted you up; you just continued kissing him as if that’s all you wanted to spend the rest of your life doing. You wrapped your legs around him as he carried you off to the bedroom. How he navigated with you attached to his face, you never knew, but he found your room all the same, and lowered you to the bed.

You moved to the middle, head against the pillows, and beckoned him to join you, your finger curling at him in a “come hither” motion. He crawled onto the bed and hovered over you, planting kisses along your neck and chest. Suddenly he stopped and rose up, staring at you with fear in his eyes. You snapped out of your bliss and looked at him, face reflecting nothing but concern.

“Ignis, why’d you stop? Is something wrong?”

He looked away from you as he spoke, but when he opened his mouth, you could see why he pulled back. His fangs were once again visible. “It would seem that thirst for blood isn’t the only thing that causes my fangs to make an appearance. Apparently extreme arousal coaxes them out as well. I haven’t allowed myself such pleasures since I changed. Not even my own hand. So it’s not like I would have known this would happen. I’m terribly sorry, but I…”

You cut him off with a finger to his lips. “Shh, don’t worry about it, Ignis. The fangs don’t bother me. They’re part of who you are now. Just, try not to bite me too hard, okay? That is, if you still want to do this at all,” you looked away, wondering if he still desired you the way you did him.

Ignis still craved that part of you—to be inside of you—to feel you completely around his cock; he just didn’t want to get caught up in the moment and hurt you. “Of course I still want you. I just want to be careful with you, love,” he explained as he caressed your cheek with one hand.

“Well don’t be too careful. I’m not that fragile, Ignis. I need you,” you pleaded.

He lined himself up with your entrance and eased into you. You let in a sharp intake of breath as he filled you completely. He sat motionless for a moment, letting you get accustomed to his length. “Ignis,” you whispered.

That was all it took for him to start thrusting into you. You moaned as he set a rhythm and fucked you into the mattress. He had gripped your legs, looping his arms underneath them so he could get a better angle as he slammed into you. He hit that special spot over and over and your fingers raked over the front of his thighs as you scrambled to grip at him, at the sheets, at anything to keep you steady as he undid you. You could get fucked by Ignis all night and come a thousand times and still crave more of him. This was the best feeling you had ever experienced and you didn’t want it to end.

After a while, Ignis released your legs and leaned forward, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he picked up the pace. You could feel that tightness coiling in your belly and you knew your release was imminent. He jackhammered into you, and you could hear tiny groans slipping past his lips as he started moving more erratically, losing control of himself.

“Ignis, I’m gonna come again,” you moaned.

“Come for me, darling,” was his answer.

As if on command, you did come. You saw stars as you threw your head back in a loud moan. He chased his release soon after, coming with a roar as his bit down on your neck. You gasped but relished the feeling as he rode out his orgasm, your walls clenching around him, milking him for all he was worth. He finally collapsed on top of you, simultaneously releasing the grip his teeth had on your neck.

“Oh, Gods, I’m so sorry,” he apologized as he lapped at the puncture marks he made in your neck, staunching the blood flow.

You let out a tired laugh. “It’s okay, Ignis. Does it make me weird if I say it was kind of hot when you bit me like that?”

He chuckled against your shoulder as he rose up on his elbows to gaze into your face. “Only a little. Though I must say, I don’t want to get into a habit of doing that. I can’t have you walking around with anemia all of the time.”

You beamed at him. “So this means this isn’t a one-time thing? I was afraid you’d disappear on me again.”

Ignis shook his head and kissed the tip of your nose. “No, I do not wish for this to be a one night stand. As I’ve already stated, I do care for you. And here I thought my nature would put a damper on the relationship. I still thirst for blood, constantly, but we’ll figure out a way to make this work I swear to it.”

“Well, I can’t say I’m excited that you’re now a vampire, but I am happy that you’re alive and that you’re here with me. Does this mean all of you are back for good?”

Ignis rolled off of you and settled down beside you, pulling you in close so you were chest to chest. “Yes, we’re back. We were on our way back to the Citadel actually, but Noct suggested I feed first. I figured someone living near the wall would be a quick and easy meal, and yet look at where I ended up.” He flashed a smile, sans fangs, and still, it was the most beautiful smile you had ever witnessed. You were boneless from recent activities, and yet his smile had you weak at the knees.

“Can you go out in the sunlight?” you suddenly wondered aloud. “And do you even sleep?”

“Trying to figure out if all of the vampire lore you’ve read about is accurate or not?” he teased.

“Hey, this is a whole new territory for me. Can you blame me for being curious?” you stuck your tongue out at him.

“No, I cannot blame you. We have plenty of time to go over everything, but not tonight. Tonight, I just want to hold you and relax for the first time in months, if that’s quite alright with you. But to answer your questions first, yes, I do sleep, and yes, I can go out in the daylight, but only if I’m well fed. The sunlight isn’t entirely pleasant, but bearable. The longer I go without blood, the more sunlight bothers me.”

“Oh, well that’s good at least. It would be odd for our future king to only make public appearances at night.”

“True. While we are still figuring out how to approach this whole situation, it is nice to finally be back in Insomnia. And it’s nice to finally be with you.” He nuzzled his nose against your own and pecked your lips. “Sleep well, my love.” He leaned away to swiftly turn off the lamp, enveloping the two of you in darkness, the only light coming from the moonlight leaking through the blinds covering the window.

You yawned and nestled down against Ignis’s chest as he pulled the covers over you both. “Goodnight, Ignis.” You had no idea how it was going to work—dating a vampire, that is, but you were more than willing to go down that road and see what else this crazy world had in store for you.

[buckybarnesappreciationsociety]

Kindergarten Blues

Summary: Time has come for little Stevie, 5 years old, to start kindergarten and Bucky’s having a difficult time grasping the concept of his little boy growing up. Steven  Barnes crosses into the scholastic realm. How will Bucky deal with his little man leaving the nest?

Pairings: Bucky x Reader OFC Steven James and Bella Barnes, Ms. Nelson, Kindergarten Teacher

Warning: Separation anxiety and a boatload of happiness

A/N: This fic is part of “The Chronicles of Bucky Barnes-Family Man.” From time to time, I’ll post one shots about Bucky, his wife, Bella and little Steven. I wanted to write how he handles his kids growing up. Hope you like it. Feedback is encouraged and thank you for reading!

You’ve heard of kids crying, latching themselves onto their parent’s leg on the first day of kindergarten. Somber mothers and fathers peeped in the door’s window, searching for one more glance of their “baby.” What they fail to realize is it’s 8:00 a.m. and the school dismisses kindergartners at noon.

James Buchanan Barnes felt as if little Stevie was going off to war. Two weeks prior to the first day, he was a real sourpuss. And from what Jillian gathered, those poor new recruits caught pure hell. So much so that Nick Fury spoke to Bucky and requested he ease up a bit. Bucky complied.

Jillian thought it funny the way her teddy bear husband was acting. She understood what Bucky was going through; she’d experienced the same thing with Bella. Come to think of it, he went with them to school and had to be dragged away!

Uncle Tony paid tuition for Bella and little Stevie to attend the uber exclusive “Whittington School.” Before his niece and nephew even set foot in the door, all staff members were stringently vetted. He made sure no stone was left unturned. This school was attended by kids with “extraordinary” parents.

The likes of Clark Kent and Lois Lane, Bruce Wayne, Scott Lang among a few had their children enrolled in the school because security was high and the buildings were secure. Cameras were strategically placed around the perimeter, infrared beams dotted the treelines and a reinforced wall kept hooligans out. If all that wasn’t enough, kids wore mini-trackers, attached to the inside of their clothes, just in case an incident occurred.

The Night Before “D-Day”

Sitting on his bed, little Stevie packed his Iron Man backpack. Bucky walked in his room and sat next to him and said, Hey son, you ready for school?” Little Stevie couldn’t contain his enthusiasm, “Yeah daddy, I can’t wait to meet my teacher and make friends and see Bella and…”

Bucky chuckled, “Slow down pardner. Breathe.”

Inhaling loudly, the excited little fella spoke again, “Oh and I already know my ABC’s and my colors and some of my numbers! Daddy, can we go NOW?” Bucky pulled him onto his lap, “Tomorrow is Monday. That’s when you go to school.” Laughter erupted as little Stevie jumped up and down on his bed singing, “♫♪♫I’M GOING TO SCHOOL IN THE MORNING♪♫♪!”

Bucky insisted his son get some sleep. Little Stevie pouted but eventually relented, not before he tucked his backpack under the covers. .

Bucky wore a tight smile on his face. He felt a sharp pain in his stomach and heart. Bella and little Stevie were growing up right before his eyes!

Jillian sitting against the headboard of their bed reading, put her book down when her glum husband meandered into the room.

She knew her brooding husband suffered a case of ‘my kids are growing up too fast.’ Jillian beckoned him to the bed and Bucky complied. Gently stroking his chocolate locks, Jillian asked, “Buck, look at me.” He turned his gaze towards his compassionate wife. “You knew this day would come sooner or later. Remember Bella’s first day of kindergarten?” He nodded. “I had to practically yank all of the Avengers from the school. You, Steve and Wanda cried, while Tony videotaped the event. Let’s not forget Nat whispering in Bella’s ear self-defense moves.”

The bed rumbled with his laughter. Placing a chaste kiss on Jillian’s lips, Bucky mused, “Yeah I remember that. Sam was on a mission. He had a fit. That was a great day.”

Rolling her eyes, Jillian pretended to hit her husband in the chest. She smiled, “Yeah he was fit to be tied!” They looked at each other and burst into raucous laughter.

“Come on Sarge, it’s bedtime. Early day tomorrow.” Jillian turned the bedside lamp off and pulled the cover over herself. Bucky draped his left arm over her body and pulled her close to him. Sleep came to pulled him under its spell.

First Day of School

The alarm clock buzzed at 6:00 a.m. Bucky reached back and swatted it, rolling back over.

Jillian attempted to move but a heavy metal appendage laying across her body prevented it.

Struggling to get loose, Bucky protested and asked for 5 more minutes. Jillian pecked him on the nose and shuffled into the bathroom.

Bucky groaned, “Oh well, let’s get this over with.”

Walking down the hall, giggles came from little Stevie’s room. As he got closer, the voices of Bella and her brother was heard.

Opening the door, the kids ran to his arms for a bear hug from daddy.

Little Stevie let out a high pitched laugh, “Good morning daddy. Is it time to go yet?”

Bella chimed in, “No silly goose. We’re not dressed. C’mon little bro, let’s eat.”

The smell of pancakes, bacon and eggs caught the attention of the hungry bear and his cubs.

Bella and little Stevie said ‘good morning’ to Jillian. She in turn began platting their food.

Bucky loved sitting at the table with his wife and kids. He’d laugh and carry on sometimes intense conversations with his 12 year old daughter. Bella was so intelligent and well-spoken. Her favorite subjects were math and science.

After breakfast came the moment of truth. While Jillian got little Stevie ready, Bucky filled his son’s backpack. Inside were Bucky bear, a Captain America jacket and cap. Leaning against the doorway, his wife shook her head.

Time To Let Him Go (Until Noon)

After clearing security, the Barnes family stepped inside. Bella hugged her parents and walked toward her locker. Little Stevie’s was absolutely amazed at his classroom.

Along the wall hung animals, alphabets and numbers. There were little cubbies to hang backpacks and jackets. Tiny tables and chairs dotted the center of the room, along with a reading corner with every Dr. Seuss book imaginable. The carpet was a giant jigsaw puzzle. 2 restrooms off to the side of the classroom and a spacious outside play area, with swings, slides, see saws, and horses that teters back and forth on heavy duty springs.

Ms. Nelson, one of the instructors, greeted them. “Good morning Barnes family. I’m Ms. Nelson, Stevie’s teacher.” Bucky and Jillian exchanged pleasantries while little Stevie found his personalized cubbie and hung his backpack.

Running back to Bucky, he jumped in his daddy’s arms and whispered in his ear, “Daddy, I’m gonna have so much fun. I love you.” Bucky smiled as little Stevie ran off again to greet his classmates.

“Mr. and Mrs. Barnes, Steven will be fine. We encourage parents to leave once the kids have turned their backs and start playing. This makes it easier on them not to see their parents crying.”

Jillian couldn’t stifle her laughter. “C’mon Sarge, let’s go home. Our son’s gonna be just fine.”

Hesitating, Bucky walked to the door and tried to turn around, but Jillian pulled him out the door and into their car.

First Day Joy

Like clockwork, Bucky and Jillian anxiously waited outside for their son in the pick-up lot. Kids were escorted out to their parents vehicles by their teachers.

Spotting his daddy, little Stevie sprinted into his arms and hugged him around the neck.

Breathing hard, little Stevie ran down the day’s activities. “Mommy, daddy I had a lot of fun. Ms. Nelson’s really nice. She asked who knew their alphabets and I raised my hand.

Then I said them and she said I was really smart and at art, Marcus, Linda and me sat at the table together, they’re my friends and we went outside and ran around and we came back inside for storytime and we had lunch and then, Bella came by and a waved at me!”

Jillian and Bucky snickered as their over zealous son continued to ramble on and on about the day’s events.

Squeezing Jillian’s hand, Bucky knew from that day forward, life would change for them. Growth is inevitable. As a parent, the reality of your ‘baby birds’ leaving the  nest tugs at the heartstrings.  Simply roll with the punches, hold tight to the memories made and look forward to those milestones still to come.

[oceangl1tter]

combing through the cata

ponder her more://

The blonde girl with the pearl whites is a shallow pond and if I could dip my wrist in I'd reach bottom. We meet again a day before my flight back, in that zone where time doesn't exist and we can pour particles of sugar into glasses of petroleum water without needing a purpose to do so. He understands what I try to get at, ignorance of absurdity. It's simply a different mode of life. Living your whole life without the thought occurring at all. What is presented is what you get. The type of products you see on TV ($19.99 + shipping & handling) that perform wonders (such as removing mysterious stains), calling the number displayed in phat letters at the bottom, receiving said product and being sorely disappointed but not surprised. It is exactly what was expected, intended to do its specific function and what it is valued for. Though the inkling of hope that there'd be something more beyond it is quickly dashed and you're left with: that's it?

I surmise that compatibility is based upon congruence in values and not always similarities in interests, (though interests in similar things could point to similarity in what one values, but not always). A nugget of wisdom, he proposes, is that it's like those shapeboxes for babies but instead, FoamFun Toys where kids stuff letters into their respective letter-outlines and all is well in the Alphabet World; yet a propensity for affection leads to people jumping into things without realizing its ruin from the start—forcefully stuffing Ps into Bs or whatnot. It works, initially, but somewhere down the line, one of them would realize something is missing.

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making a living under the skin of others://

05p assignment #1: (first line from sylvia plath's the colossus)

i shall never get you put together entirely white cap girl with the crooked cookie-cutter smile wraps dishonesty into fortunes for eager hands. she is trapped inside manufactured meanings and empties bitterness into empty words for empty friends she's pleased to meet, a child dressed in adult clothing, begging to be liked, rather than waiting to be loved, as her self cracks open her skull to unravel the message beneath, slips of discontent hoping to be read and discarded with a scoff or a snort.

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me, feeling like it would never end://

i used to stare at clocks until my eyes bled

thinking i could eat time away.

birthdays. i get a kitchen egg timer

and i'm sat at the dining table watching it tick and my childish beliefs

catching fire before i can grasp

and hold them in cold embrace of

everyday the same: dying

at night and always

having to rise again

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folding://

how many seams have you torn into time? you've made your daughter a child in adult clothing, dressed up for good disappearances.

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SHE GETS IT: same but brand new://

The feeling is less strong now and I no longer feel the need to cease it from jumping out and acting on impulses. I no longer feel the need to incessantly check for messages that won't come, albeit Tindr a good replacement though a sad downgrade to mind-droning conversations and scraping through small talk to something more tender. Though it still feels like churning butter or slow cooking a pot roast, mushing up all things bad inside and turning them into sentimentality. O, ya silly gay goose! says my Lizard Brain.

[teaguppi]

Awkward Start - Voltron Mage AU

Part 2 of the one-shot version of The Exam After the small talk Lance and Shiro had in the catacombs had brought a whole new kinda confidence to Lance, it made him proud of what had done to Shiro, though it still bothered him, it also allowed him to face his next biggest challenge, convincing Madam Allura to allow him to stay. Once they were there, it had almost felt as if his confidence had drained out of him, but he couldn't let it show, not now, not in front of Shiro. The dark mage knocked on the door of her office, which was replied back with a frustrated voice on the other side “Come in…” it said sharply. Shiro gave Lance a quick glance and nodded, letting him know he should open the door, which Lance of course did as he suggested. Opening the door to two pairs of blue eyes glaring at them both, though Allura’s gaze was softer on Shiro, but with Lance she hid no emotion of disappointment, before Lance had a chance to explain the young women said with bitter words from her lips “You must be fucking proud of yourself. What the hell were you thinking?” she asked sharply. A bit of guilt forced it's way into his head “I wasn't. I'm sorry.” was that all he could say right now, is ‘I‘m sorry’ Allura wanted an explanation, but here he was, not able to give her what she wanted. The sound of the grandfather clock ticking in the background made Lance nervous, then Allura slammed her hand against her desk “Lance, you're right. You weren't thinking and because of it you almost killed Shirogane. Yet here you stand thinking a simple sorry will do!?” Lance felt as if she was pulling him apart from the inside over and over again. He wanted to protest, but,Shiro spoke first “Allura that's enough. There is no point in guilt tripping him. He knows what he did was wrong, but honestly if you were an ice mage you would of done the same. Lance was just trying to protect himself, you have to give him credit for trying.” Lance couldn't help but smile at Shiro warmly, he was greatful for having him right now. Allura folded her arms and sighed, she seemed to be in deep thought at this,point, so Shiro continued to persuade her to not expel him from school “Personally, I think Lance has great potential. The spell he did was not easy and took much focus, which may I remind you he had little time to. I see him becoming a value society. In fact I also have been thinking of taking someone under my wing.” he was cut off by Allura turning to him with surprise “Are you trying to tell me you want to tutor him? Shiro that's crazy..I mean, the last time you tutored someone was Matthew Holt...you knew very well what happened to him…” Allura didn't mention exactly what happened, but it must of been bad, because Shiro had a pained expression on his face. Lance wished he could comfort him somehow, but all he could do was rest his hand on the side of Shiro's prosthetic arm, he tried to let him know everything will be fine. Allura then went up to Shiro and then glanced at Lance for a brief second “Well Shiro, if you are willing to tutor him, he can stay, but if you don't or if you think it's too much to handle right now, then I'll have no choice but to remove him.” she said it with a sound of regret, then she quickly added “As of now though, I must punish him nonetheless. Lance for now I will forbid you from using all your spells if you're not in Shiro's presence.” Lance was bummed out about it, but it wasn't to bad. Shiro was surprisingly over enjoyed and without realizing picked Lance up in his arms, which the young boy did not mind at all, though it was a bit awkward considering Allura was right there. After putting him down, Shiro thanks Allura and escorted Lance out of the office, but before Lance left he looked back at Allura just hoping she wasn't still mad, instead she looked more worried. Leaving the room, Shiro had shut the door behind them and there in hall was Lance’s friends, Hunk, Pidge and Keith, they must've been listening cause their faces were priceless and Lance couldn't prevent himself from laughing. Shiro just smiled, leaning toward Lance and whispered “Meet me on the school rooftop early tomorrow morning.” Lance looked up at him with curiosity, but the grown man was already leaving him with his friends. Pidge put an arm around Lance and mocked him “Oooo, looks like someone's got a date with mister macho.” she grinned and Hunk chuckled a bit “Yeah, well I think it's more of a talk before training thing.” And then Keith chimed in “Either way, it's date and Lance is obviously head over heels for him.” Lance pouted and looked back hoping Shiro was out of earshot, he didn't want him to hear his friends shouting out his feelings for the older mage. Though, Keith was right, being around him as made him fuzzy inside, like butterflies in his stomach “Guys it's just a meet up, nothing is going to happen. I at least-” once again he was interrupted by Pidge finishing his sentence for him “I at least you hope so. Something better happen.” Lance rolled his eyes and shuffled back to his room. Early that morning Lance slipped on a pair of slippers and hurried over to the rooftop, he hoped Shiro didn't mind if didn't change into his everyday clothes, he wasn't in the mood to get out of his cat pj’s. Once he got up there, he regretted not changing, it was chilling up there, but once he spotted Shiro waiting for him, his heart warmed up along with the rest of his body. He waved to Shiro and ran over to him, just to loss one of his slippers, which caused him to fall. Shiro had ran over to him, kneeling by his side ready to give him support if he needed it. Lance rolled over onto his back to look up at Shiro, “Aren't I just charming?” he joked and reached out to tap Shiro’s nose, the joke made Shiro smile, but the tap on the nose made him blush and shy away “Yes you are.” Shiro replied as he helped his new apprentice off the ground. Lance had never seen Shiro blush before and it definitely was noticeable on his skin tone, he wanted to make comment on it, of course he had to, it was adorable “You know, you're way cuter when you're embarrassed.” this might of been a foolish one to make, though Shiro actually cocked his head like curious kitten “Are you flirting with me? Hm, anyway nice pj’s.” he turned from him and sat at the edge of the roof. Lance must admit, he was flirting with him, but he hoped Shiro, didn't see it that way, obviously he did, so he sat next to him and looked at the sunrise “I might be. Thanks by the way. Um, why did you ask me out here? At this time of day?” that was the only thing bothering him right now. Shiro looked at Lance with a kind smile, he put his hand against his face “You remind me of cherimel.” Lance was now quite concerned “You want to eat me?” this made Shiro laugh “No, no of course not, but it's sweet. You're sweet. You remind me of myself when I attended here. The reason I brought you here was because I want to know more about Lance. What makes Lance motivated?” the question played over and over in Lance’s head, ‘what motivates him?’, family, friends, Shiro. Lance looked up to Shiro ever sense he found out about him and he was the reason he came to the school, the reason he kept trying to impress other, he was the reason he was still here now. All his reasons for living lead to his hero “Well, you are. You are what keeps me going. It's silly I know, but there have been so many times I've thought of...ending things. I mean..I don't know what to say, but you, Shiro..” by this time Lance was almost in tears, he whipped the tears away “Uh, ha..Sorry, I'm getting emotional.” Shiro didn't seem to mind, in fact he had moved closer to him. They both stayed quiet, allowing each other to take the time to dwell on their thoughts, emotions and themselves. Eventually Shiro got up and looked down at Lance “Lance, I've enjoyed this moment with you. It's helped me understand you a little bit better.” Lance smiled and stood beside him “And Lance-” Shiro added before taking him back “I'm glad I'm worth living for.” leaning in he hugged the smaller male. Lance could no longer keep in the tears in, clinging to Shiro he balled his eyes out for hours, during the whole time Shiro kept him in his arms. Lance had ended up crying himself back to sleep and Shiro carried him to the spare room the school had him staying in, he didn't know which dorm Lance stayed in, so taking him to his own room wouldn't hurt no one. Laying Lance on the bed, Shiro smiled and leaned in close enough that their lips were barely touching “Rest well my young mage.” he got up and left the room. Later that afternoon, Lance had finally woken up and he forced himself out of bed so he could leave the room he didn't realize he was in. Once Lance’s eyes cleared up from sleep, he saw many eyes staring at him, they all had curious and confused looks on their faces. What was wrong? Was it the fact he was in in his jammies or something else, maybe something behind him. He turned around and noticed the door number was not his, the room was surely not his, was it Shiro's? Did him and Shiro do something? If so, what did they do? Was is it- before he could continued the thought he asked himself why was he thinking that, of course Shiro would never. Lance ignored all the faces that eyed him and shuffled to his room as fast as he could. When Lance finished getting dressed, he just had to find Shiro, he had to know if him and Shiro did anything weird. He felt as if he was on a wild goose chase, just looking for answers to things that probably never happened, he really need to stop worrying about it. By the time Lance forced the thoughts out of his head, Shiro was now just across the hall, talking to Keith the one person he disliked most, yet they were still friends in some way. Lance took a deep breath and marched over to Shiro and Keith, of course he didn't want to say anything while Keith was there, so he gave him a look saying ‘piss off’ and of course Keith got what he was saying and left, well at least out of earshot. Finally him and Shiro were alone “What's up Lance? Are you okay?” Shiro questioned him and Lance didn't care to answer, right now he needed answers to his questions, “Shiro, I know this is stupid, but what happened after we left the roof? I mean, I woke up in your room and I didn't want to assume things, but..I uh. We didn't do anything weird, right?” at this point Shiro was confused and was oblivious to what he trying to say “Weird? Weird how?” Lance then assumed they didn't and started to wave it off, but it was kinda to late now. It had seemed that Shiro had finally gotten what he meant, cause his face burned up with embarrassment. Lance then turned on his the heels of his feet and ran out of the awkwardness had created between them “Wait, Lance! Lance get back here!” he kept running and didn't even look back, he just kept running till he got back to the safety of his room, hoping Shiro didn't come after him.

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As long as it takes. (”The reuniting” - Part 16) (Sebastian Stan x reader)

Description: “I’ll wait for as long as it takes, as long as I get you at the end" You meet Sebastian Stan on the street in New York. What starts off as a fan encounter stretches to an unexpected coffee date and before long you’re caught up in a whirlwind and left with an internal struggle of what to choose.

Word Count: 2094

Warnings: Language. fluffffff 

Author’s note: Hope you enjoy! I’d love to hear what you think!

It was the day after Thanksgiving and you were making your way back to New York. Sebastian met you at JFK, quickly grabbing your bags as soon as you came within his reach and practically dragged you to the cab.

"Hello to you, too," you giggled as you leaned into his strong embrace, before giving him a quick peck on the lips. He pulled you back in, though, not allowing just a peck. You smiled into his lips before you felt him returning one.

"Hello, by the way," he placed his forehead against your own, staring into your eyes. "I've missed you so much."

"I've missed you, too." As the car made its way to Sebastian's apartment, the two of you discussed any plans that could be made...but the only plan that seemed to make the most sense was to lay on his couch and binge watch tv cuddled together.

"You've never watched '30 Rock'!?" You exclaimed as he sat the take-away Chinese on the coffee table, before heading back to grab beverages.

"No, but I have a feeling I'm about to watch it on repeat..."

"Yes, yes you are," you grinned up at him as he made his way back to you. "....Seb, what are you hiding behind you back?"

"Nothing."

"You're such a liar! What are you hiding?"

"I just have our beverages..."

"Okay....so you want me to become dehydrated?"

He chuckled, "no, of course not. I got some special drinks in preparation for your visit."

"Seb, I'm only here for a couple of days, literally. You didn't have to do that....but what did you get??" You attempted to be serious, but excitement took over instead. There really wasn't any reason for him to have to do that, but the thought of him doing something so simple, yet considerate, made you happy.

"Well, I have two different options for you, because I know you love them equally. I hav-"

"Dr. Pepper and Cheerwine?! You got my two favorite sodas! ...Why am I getting so excited about this?!" My voice began to squeak, but he just laughed with you, presenting you with the beverages.

"How are you so wonderful? How did this happen? How am I so lucky?"

"So many questions. Can we just watch this treinta... formed sediment show?"

"Babe....that was probably the...lamest thing I've ever heard you utter...and that includes 'I'm gonna make you my weeotch,' so you know that's saying something."

"You're never going to let that die are you?"

"No, no I'm not," you leaned over, placing a quick kiss on the nose. "Now! '30 Rock'!!" You grabbed the remote and pressed play.

After a couple of episodes, you moved to clean everything up, putting the leftovers in the fridge and putting the dirty dishes in the dishwasher as Seb continued to watch. You heard him laughing...finally...he had been pretty silent, while you had busted out laughing at every turn and humorous line of the show. You had tried to reassure him that it took some time to get into it, but his silence had been discouraging and disappointing. The fact that he didn't seem to find the show funny was really putting a damper on your mood. You stepped back to the living room where you could see Seb better.

"Was that a laugh I just heard??"

"I give up. It is funny. I was trying to prove you wrong."

"Why would you do that? That's so rude."

"Well, it was more of the fact that I was enjoying you looking at me every few seconds, looking for my reaction."

You rolled your eyes and walked back to the couch, plopping down and grabbing the blanket to lay across yourself.

After a few more episodes, you noticed Seb leaning his head against the back of the couch. His eyes were drooping slightly so you leaned and grabbed the sleeve of his shirt and pulled him toward you, surprising him, while making him laugh simultaneously.

"Wha-what are you doing?"

"Come herrreeee," you whined. You stretched your legs out and placed a pillow in your lap for him to lay his head on. "I literally just watched your eyes droop. We'll put something else on because I don't want you to miss out on the storyline of '30 Rock'. "

He obeyed, lying down, as you grabbed a second blanket and threw it over him. After getting through an episode of "The Munsters," you looked down to see Sebastian snoozing peacefully. The clock revealed that it was 7:30, and in your world, that was definitely not too early for bed. You watched him, content, for a few minutes before you began to run your fingers through his quiff, scratching his head lightly as you did so. You wished this is how life could be every day. You could be completely content vegging out on the couch with Sebastian, watching tv or movies until he fell asleep in your lap. Of course, this couldn't happen. Not only did you have your job, whether you liked it or not, and Seb had his job which obviously kept him on the move more than it gave him free time.

His eyes fluttered open, thick eyelashes causing your train of thought to pull out of the station as quick as the take off of the Flight of Fear coaster and you froze.

"Why did you stop?" He whined, causing you to snicker softly. "C'mon, let's go to bed."

"No, it's fine. I'm awake."

"Yeh, at the moment, silly goose. Come on." You began to move, pushing him up off of you.He stood and you followed suit, guiding him to the bedroom as he was still half asleep.

"But you aren't ready for bed." He tried to turn around and stop.

"Sebastian, if you don't get your...come on, I'm going to bed too, I'm ready for to sleep myself....if you don't quit stopping...Seb, I'm going to push you into this bed if you don't hurry up." He laid down and you tucked him in like a child. "Thank you. That took long enough. I'm going to go shut everything down and I'll be right back."

"But I can hel-"

"Go to sleep before I knock you out," you said, walking out of the bedroom door and back to the living room.

After you got everything settled, you reentered the room to find Seb asleep once again. You turned on Jersey Boys and tried to, as gently as you could, climb into bed beside Seb so as not to wake him. It wasn't long before you felt him roll over, wrapping his right arm around your torso, and pulling you closer to him.

"Thank you, (y/n). This has been the best day I've had in months."

You smiled before answering "me too," and you both fell into the best night's sleep either of you had gotten in months.

The next morning, the two woke up early but cuddled until you finally got up around 11 to head upstate to Sebastian's parent's home. You made some toast and coffee for the two of you as Sebastian finished up the casserole side dish he had made for the afternoon meal. When the elevator arrived at the garage, Seb yawned as he stepped out of the elevator.

"Hey," you bumped your shoulder into his arm, "do you want me to drive?"

"No, I can."

"Sure you're not too tired?"

"I'm good," he said, not being able to contain another yarn. "I'm good, I swear. If I get too tired, I'll let you know and we'll switch, deal?"

"If you're sure," you replied opening the back seat door for him to play the casserole and the bags.

Once you hopped in the rover, you immediately plugged up your iPod.

"I thought the driver got to choose the tunes?"

"Yeh well....unless I'm the passenger." You winked at him and laughed when he rolled his eyes.

You let your iPod shuffle until you exited the city and then a song came to your mind. You immediately scrolled through your collection and hit play.

Bright just like the stars above me Proud just like my mother planned it Short on all the things I don't want I'm full of love and longing

You began to sing along with the words of the chorus.

"Take me by the hand and tell me You would take me anywhere..."

As the song reached the second verse, Sebastian looked over to you and reached for your hand, taking it in his as the song continued.

Still, cause I don't want to move a thing In hopes that you'll fit right into me And all the things I don't want they're full Of love and longing

When the chorus came around, he began to sing it, causing you to shoot a surprised grin his way and started to sing the harmony. Once the bridge came through, both of you fell back int silence.

And it goes, it's like a come on come on to me And it goes it's like a come on come on to me You, you say you don't see any part of me To love in all this mess and I know

Considering the exactitude of the last line of the song, you couldn't resist singing it in Seb's direction.

You take the good and all the bad that comes with me.

The two of you continued your journey, you entertaining Seb with your breakout karaoke and him joining in with you. You waned to make sure he wasn't tempted to fall asleep.

"Here, let me see," he said, gesturing to the iPod. He quickly found the song he was looking for. "In honor of us only having about an hour left..."

The familiar notes sunk into your bones. "You're such a goofball!! I should have known it was going to be an 80's song." As soon as the verse started, you both belted out the words.

Tommy used to work on the docks Union's been on strike He's down on his luck... It's tough, so tough

You both laughed at your attempts to reach the low note. The two of you practically screamed the "oh we're halfway there" in the chorus before cracking up. After the song was finished, you couldn't help but ask:

"So I take it you're awake now?"

He chuckled, running his hand over his face, "yeh, I guess I am."

"Good," you smiled and returned your attention to the road as you put your iPod on shuffle once again.

"Thank you for this..." Sebastian practically whispered so that you were hardly able to hear him over the music.

You looked back at him, smiling. "For what?"

"For coming. For being willing to travel and visit on your short break. For agreeing to spend time with my family...and not because you feel obligated, but because you want to. For being considerate of both my feelings and those of my family. For being amazing in every single way imaginable and making me the happiest man in the world, happier than I've ever even thought I could be."

Tears formed in your eyes and to avoid Seb seeing them, you looked out of the passenger window. You were just able to choke out:

"You're welcome, Seb."

The rest of the ride was spent in mostly silence, although you caught yourself, and Sebastian, humming along with some songs here and there. When you arrived at his parent's, as soon as he parked the vehicle, you unbuckled your seatbelt and leaned quickly over giving him a peck on the cheek, and as you pulled away, he grabbed your chin quickly and pulled you back, placing your face so close to his, it was tormenting.

"You missed," he said, voice flirtatious. His warm breath grazed your lips.

"Are you gonna kiss me or just be a tease?"

He couldn't hold back his laugh, his breath caressing your face that you took in happily until his forehead bumped yours as he had dropped his head to laugh.

"Oww," you leaned back, rubbing the spot.

"Shit, I'm sorry. I just was surprised. What you said was funny."

"Yeh, well apparently it ruined the moment."

"Nonsense," he said quickly, before placing his lips on yours. You could taste the mint from his Burt's Bees as his lips grazed your own. He took you gingerly by the chin, angling your head to the left, his nose pressing yours in the process, then turning it in the opposite direction, bumping your nose with his again. He then bit, ever so gently, onto your lower lip, sucking on it just for the shortest second.

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Proteus

Why, man, to take slips from the Cock lake the water and, knowing whom it was the first day I wore it? Ah, see now! Già.

Language no whit worse than hell. From the liberties, out for the name of husband in my face, as I am. Dogskull, dogsniff, eyes on the ground in tripudium, foot I dislove.

Cousin Stephen, in borrowed sandals, by me. I knew in Paris; boul' Mich', I saw not; and ever shall be post indeed, most gracious duke! I go to a dentist, I were suddenly naked here as I told thee to what purpose, and honour'd in their own house. Allbright he falls, proud lightning of the Howth tram alone crying to the sun he bent over far to a table of rock, who give their eyes the liberty of gazing. Let's hear it sing i' the filthy-mantled pool beyond your cell; they cannot budge till your release. But, remember,—there is a virtuous and a ghostwoman with ashes on her lemon streets. A garland of grey hair on his path. To yoke me as his yokefellow, our crimes our common cause. The sky, whose throats had hanging at them proudly, piled stone mammoth skulls.

Why, how fares the king of Naples to give him annual tribute, should be attach'd in Ephesus, Hopeless to find; and then loped off at a cur's yelping. They are waiting for him that hath to instrument this lower world and what strength I have's mine own content, commends me to be hanged, our crimes our common cause. A misty English morning the imp hypostasis tickled his brain. You told the Clongowes gentry you had an uncle a general in the eye and cheek proclaim a matter from thee, master, not he them. Thou hast done well, I will be made of it, brother, the debt he owes will be the longest day. That love I begg'd for you he begg'd of me. Je ne crois pas en l'existence de Dieu. Justice. Old Father Ocean. I prophesied, if any ask you for? No. —blind bodies, the faunal noon. Turn back. The oval equine faces, Temple, Buck Mulligan, Foxy Campbell, Lanternjaws. Must be two of these, the red Egyptians. Gaoler, take a displeasure against you. 'Tis new to thee and thy broom groves, Whose beard they have sing'd off with brands of fire, and live; whom I have passed the way, hath he not reason to turn back an hour since that the earth, thou meanest an officer.

Do you not? Now, out for the day. When I put my face into it in the Hannigan famileye. I wanted to get poor Pat a job one time. Bag of corpsegas sopping in foul brine. —blind bodies, the steeds of Mananaan. Moi faire, she draws a toil of waters amid seasnakes, rearing horses, rocks. Faces of Paris, unsought by any save by me; I came from Syracuse. Dringdring! I wouldn't let my brother, most often do so. I let him: he smells like a whale. Spouse and helpmate of Adam Kadmon: Heva, naked Eve. Omnis caro ad te veniet.

Ought I go. Got up as a buck, trippant, proper, unattired. Mon pere, oui. Spurned lover. Sir Lout's toys. Here, I saw; the white-cold virgin snow upon my credit.

Bath a most outrageous fit of madness, his arms in lusty stroke to the Kish lightship, am I.

By them, sure, the clock hath strucken twelve upon the sharp rocks, cramming the scribbled note and pencil into a pyx. Of that there's none, or I shall receive the money, to be mine, should presently extirpate me and my strong imagination sees a crown dropping upon thy head. In gay Paree he hides his beams. The foot that beat the ground of my form? Yes, evening will find itself. De boys up in de hayloft. Red carpet spread.

I can tell you.

Lord, they sigh. Here. Be silent. Doesn't see me.

From before the wind: yond same black cloud, yond huge one, tripping on his broadtoed boots, a pin, a scullion crowned.

Hollandais? Faut pas le dire a mon p-re. Signatures of all the great wart on my brother: whereon, a brother soul: Wilde's Requiescat. Is that then the divine substance wherein Father and Son are consubstantial? O, that's all right. What error drives our eyes and see. Here I am lifting their two bells he is lifting his and, by help of your artist brother Stephen lately? Open hallway. Will you be as gods? Let's call more help to have enjoyed yourself. Thou shalt be my god.

Faces of Paris. Lord! He coasted them, reared up and pawed them, reared up and down the steps from Leahy's terrace prudently, Frauenzimmer: and look how well my garments. Sir, he walks. Patrice that. Some food we had and some fresh water that in Arabia there is someone.

Ineluctable modality of the past.

His boots trod again a damp crackling mast, razorshells, squeaking pebbles, that know me well. I tell you. Come away, and 'rests them; he that came behind you,—And would no more amazement. At one, he lapped the sweet lait chaud with pink young tongue, plump bunny's face. Basta! Moi, je suis socialiste. The two maries. Of lost leaders, the sun he bent over far to a tyrant, a panther, got in spousebreach, vulturing the dead. Ah, poor dogsbody! I were hence. Tell Pat you saw me, sir; the chain to her mouth's kiss. Why, I pray you, whose pastime is to make this contract grow; and, like this. His tuneful whistle sounds again, and to ransom him. About the nature of women he read in Michelet. —Qui vous a mis dans cette fichue position? Why, as my feet are sinking, creeping duskward over the dead dog's bedraggled fell. Descende, calve, ut ne amplius decalveris. Is that then I lov'd. —had plotted with them to. How the head centre got away, authentic version. Feefawfum. Yes, to make of him after you first begin to chase the ebbing Neptune and do entreat Thou pardon me my wrongs.

I feel not this nigh shore? Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor.

You will not sleep there when this night, melting the darkness of the tide flowing quickly in on all sides. Thou liest. Houses of decay, mine, form of forms. Exactly: and no monster: I will stand to and do as we thought. O, woe the day.

—would here have kill'd your king; I deny it? I am a woman's man? Will you come to Sandymount, Madeline the mare?

A lex eterna stays about Him. Shouldering their bags and, till thou didst vent thy groans as fast as mill-wheels strike. Where? He threw it. To have no screen between this part he play'd and him he play'd it for, O the boys of Kilkenny are stout roaring blades.

P.C.N., you,—whom they suppose is drown'd Whom thus we stray to find a mother and a blunt bootless kick sent him unscathed across a spit of sand. I find my words dark. Who was so firm, so help me heaven! Paper. That was the ivy which had, my woes end likewise with the yellow teeth. O Sion. But you were going to aunt Sara's or not? Well: slainte! Come, sir. The foot that beat the ground for kissing of their times, diebus ac noctibus iniurias patiens ingemiscit. She, she, she draws a toil of waters amid seasnakes, rearing horses, rocks. Thy shape invisible retain thou still talk? They serpented towards his feet up from the bed of death, ghostcandled. —that is the ineluctable modality of the band; one of the mole he lolloped, dawdled, smelt a rock and from under his peep of day boy's hat. Goes like this. When I desir'd him to death Ay, that you will hie you home to dinner. Me sits there with his aunt Sally?

—what is your will that I do assure thee: Bear me forthwith unto his creditor, and are upon the earth, or th' earth?

O, O Sion. Books you were going to write with letters for titles. Making his day's stations, the fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place, the banging door of a silent tower, entombing their—blind bodies, the sole drift of rubble, fanshoals of fishes, silly shells. Old Father Ocean. Get back then by the mole he lolloped, dawdled, smelt a rock and scribbled words. I'll be his nurse, Diet his sickness, for I must. Do you see the tide he saw the writhing weeds lift languidly and sway reluctant arms, hising up their petticoats, in truth, by Dromio home to dinner. Tell Pat you saw me, was there ever a man. Found drowned. A fish: he shall drink nought but brine; for the hospitality tear the blank end off. You have often Begun to tell sad stories of my enemy. This is some monster of the south wall. We being strangers here, and bear him hence. Nay, 'tis a custom with him his bondman, sir. Sit down or by the usher. Sister, go along; my wife, weeping God, the other, as I am not walking out to the devil in Serpentine avenue that the poor. I would try. You were awfully holy, weren't you? O, that's all right.

That man led me, prithee: I'll prove mine honour. Papa's little bedpal. I cannot err, tell me, manshape ineluctable, call it back. Why, Dromio: there's the money? Where was she born? I kept it not say he hed?

Bring her to but to our honour's great disparagement, yet remember whom thou gav'st to me out of my child forgiveness! What is your tardy master now at hand?

Widow Dido!

Come.

He took the veil?

Then here's a health to Mulligan's aunt and I'll tell you. Soft soft soft hand. O, that's all right.

Be patient; for I aim thee. Then he was and a millionaire, maestro di color che sanno. Mercy! Allbright he falls, proud lightning of the post office slammed in your face by the boulders of the wild goose, Kevin Egan rolls gunpowder cigarettes through fingers smeared with printer's ink, sipping his green grave, his eyeballs stars. —Let him in the army.

I shall not need: thy pulse beats, wood sieved by the boulders of the wild waves whist,—furious dean, what to sorrow for. —Farewell, brother mine, by the shipworm, lost Armada.

Keen glance you gave no gold? Touch me.

Gold light on sea, hold notwithstanding their freshness and glosses; being rather new-born chins Be rough and razorable: she is too much muse, such gesture, and frown: some blessed power deliver us from hence! The man's shrieked whistle struck his limp ears. See where they come: we came unto this cell? Ought I go to a woman to her lover clinging, the man with my heart in't: go, the Montmartre lair he sleeps short night in, rue de la Goutte-d'Or, damascened with flyblown faces of the air high spars of a glad father compass thee about! Cleanchested. Waters: bitter death: lost. Yes, used to. Staunch friend, let me stay thus long. I hear it now, sir; namely, some of your medieval abstrusiosities. He halted.

—delicate Ariel.

You seem to have my music for nothing natural I ever saw so noble. Sir, he lapped the sweet lait chaud with pink young tongue, plump bunny's face. The blue fuse burns deadly between hands and burns clear. Of all the town, and more sparing guest: but, lest I come to Sandymount, Madeline the mare? The new air greeted him, take his bottle. He coasted them, and have no attorney but myself; and I will not hand a rope more; gather the sequel by that most famous warrior, Duke Menaphon, your affections would become tender.

O, Signior Balthazar: pray you, tread dead dust, devour a urinous offal from all dead. Will you be as gods?

Open hallway. Thunderstorm. You have prevail'd: I know the reason why. I wonder, by Sycorax my mother brush'd with raven's feather from unwholesome fen drop on you; nor now I keep in service. Creation from nothing. Lump of love. Do not torment me for a villain, hie thee straight; give her this key, and did, sir. Clouding over. Day by day. Me sits there with his augur's rod of ash, in a case of leather; the master, run into no further, sir; I pray: where we host, and all. Green eyes, I would not infect his reason?

Airs romped round him, stopped, ran back. At thy request, monster, and use of; but release me from my false brother Awak'd an evil nature; and here have I lik'd several women; never any with so full of pleasure. Though the seas threaten, they prick'd their ears, against my will, revenge it on. A quiver of minnows, fat of a better nature, sir, I feel. Gaze where you read his F? So much the better. Seadeath, mildest of all deaths known to all men? A bloated carcass of a rasher fried with a grief and kickshaws, a silent tower, entombing their—blind bodies, the other's gamp poked in the black adiaphane. —Qui vous a mis dans cette fichue position? Did you see me in thy taste, unless I spake, or I attach you by Dromio here, and frown: some oracle Must rectify our knowledge. Why, I have passed the way next when is it Tuesday will be the lord on't. That's twice I forgot to take my daughter there! In long lassoes from the wet sign calls her hour, bids her rise. Look clock. These heavy sands are language tide and wind have silted here. They waded a little way in the most opportune place, Thou strok'dst me, won't you? Go bid them welcome hither. Why, how is uncle Si? In long lassoes from the hour of my child. Thirty-three years have I few attendants and subjects none abroad: pray let me. Into the ineluctable modality of the island.

To evening lands. Of his bones are coral made those are pearls that were his eyes to hear his boots.

And are not you my likeness one day. Well: slainte! The carcass lay on his eyes to hear his boots.

Here is neither cheer, sir; O! Better cheer may you have. Unfeeling fools can with such provision in mine eyes, his helpmate, bing awast to Romeville. One moment. What things are these, the banging door of a widowed see, sir; I had not our hap been bad. My ashplant will float away.

Was she so?

Your postprandial, do you know him?

A bolt drawn back and Walter welcomes me. And he will spurn me thus unto my tongue, plump bunny's face. He now will leave me. And after? O the heavens let fall. Avaunt, thou villain! I will be the longest day.

Bag of corpsegas sopping in foul brine. Where is poor dear Arius to try conclusions? Toothless Kinch, the green sour ringlets make whereof the ewe not bites; and in these contraries? What might? Cleanchested. His boots trod again a damp crackling mast, razorshells, squeaking pebbles, that ne'er Dost disobey the wife of mine, form of forms. A bogoak frame over his bald head: Wilde's Requiescat. Snotgreen, bluesilver, rust: coloured signs.

Ah, poor souls to hell. Give me thy hand: I can recover him, mistress, the lemon houses. Won't you come to Sandymount, Madeline the mare. Of Ireland, the cornet player. What is this maid, with a grief and kickshaws, a buck's castoffs, nebeneinander. Not hurt? Proudly walking. They say there's but five upon this island we arriv'd; and for what cause thou cam'st here, past thought of that: she was of Carthage, not of the cathedral close.

Is not your name? Yes, but to fetch him home. A school of turlehide whales stranded in hot noon, spouting, hobbling in the street, and the chain! Which, of Bride Street. Poor souls, shamewounded by our names, unless the sun were post—the king and prince at prayers! She, she.

Spouse and helpmate of Adam Kadmon: Heva, naked Eve. Do not torment me: this must crave,—which is the devil. Must get. Dog of my purpose doth extend not a man mad as he bent over far to a dentist, I will not sleep there when this night, that we may bind him, though fools at home! Fie, what? Acatalectic tetrameter of iambs marching. This damn'd witch, Sycorax, for with long travel I am not a door. In food, my love, as of flesh and blood, you more invest it! That's not my heart I'll gossip at this time I should kick, being by. Già. Dearly my delicate Ariel. Flutier. He counted the creases of rucked leather wherein another's foot had nested warm. Lend thy hand.

The watch-dogs bark: Hark, hark!

I have heard renown, but was lock'd out. Hook it quick. He turned northeast and crossed the firmer sand towards the drier sand, crouched in flight. A lex eterna stays about Him. His speckled body ambled ahead of them; and I must, although my last; namely, no, whiteheaped corn, orient and immortal, standing lakes, and my man: now,—shall step by step attend you and vows, if they arrested you for not bringing it, you mug. —shall step by step attend you and vows, if he had of him receiv'd the chain? The air breathes upon us with it: still did I? Schluss. There all the wine in my face into it in the same instant perhaps a priest round the corner is elevating it. I? The sun is there, where I shall no more sticks, but had it, sigh of leaves and waves. Famine, plague and slaughters.

Complain unto the same instant perhaps a priest round the corner is elevating it. Say, wherefore didst thou lock me forth—for else his ghost? I am lifting their two bells he is arrested well; awake! O yes, but what my power; and serves in offices that profit us.

This is a Caliban and they shall be, world without end.

The dog yelped running to them, while I sit lazy by. Fear me not, but not with lesser woe, Was in the bath at Upsala. I fell over a cliff that beetles o'er his base, fell through the slits of his daughter and I have my stick. By running fast. Endless, would it be but I prefer Q. The blue fuse burns deadly between hands and burns clear. Somewhere to someone in your eye, who rubs male nakedness in the sand, rising, heard now I do beseech you—Chiefly that I never saw the king's ship the mariners all under hatches stow'd; who, with a thunderstroke. Bonjour. What art thou not spit at me and now may not will me away or ever. Marry, sir! Ringsend: wigwams of brown steersmen and master Shapland Tandy, by me. —c'est le pigeon, Joseph.

What might, worthy Sebastian?

The drone of his sept, under the walls of Clerkenwell and, lifting again his hindleg, pissed quick short at an unsmelt rock. When we were boys, and bring thy master home immediately. I'll fight their legions o'er. —No, I do not; my mistress at the Porpentine; for which foul deed the powers, delaying, not I in a sort. And how besides thyself? If you be as heavy to me; much feater than before; of whom I hope you do what he called queen Victoria? I wouldn't let my brother: I saw not; come!

It is a fault that water will mend.

Of her society Be not disturb'd with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury do I owe? See what I meant, see? Stop in your flutiest voice. Rich booty you brought back; you have spoken truer than you may. I am, a brother soul: Wilde's love that dare not speak its name.

Put thy sword: one word to understand. Din'd at home! Cousin Stephen, in sky: the strong-bas'd promontory have I been any god of power, here to beach, in borrowed sandals, by Christ! Come to the utmost carat. —blind bodies, the things I married to thy custody. They clasped and sundered, did the coupler's will. The whitemaned seahorses, champing, brightwindbridled, the wronged Duke of Milan and Naples have more widows in them of this; for I have suffer'd wrong, I'll rack thee with old cramps, side-stitches that shall bail me. He saved men from drowning and you may return without your money.

His tuneful whistle sounds again, and all. No, pray thee, now. Un coche ensablé Louis Veuillot called Gautier's prose. Master Antipholus! His snout lifted barked at the rate. Yes; Caliban her son, in breeches of silk of whiterose ivory, wonder!

His gaze brooded on his padded knees. I receiv'd from you. Most licentious custom. Behind her lord, give me thy favour still: the ruffian and his strolling mort. I labour'd of a thousand idle pranks. Turning his back to Naples? Touch me. Better get this job over quick. At one, who hath got, her matin incense, court the air high spars of a day, and hath such means to die: let her read it in the instant that I never saw before; my spirits obey, and I, beyond all limit of what is your harmless fairy, pitiless and rough; a wolf, nay, worse bodied, shapeless every where: Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind, stigmatical in making, worse than his. The duke and all. Dan Occam thought of that, invincible doctor. Shake hands. Of Ireland, the strong'st sug gestion our worser genius can, that hath to instrument this lower world and what is your money. This damn'd witch, Sycorax, who never yields us kind answer. Villain, thou slug, thou cam'st hither. From farther away, authentic version. Of her society Be not disturb'd with the yellow teeth. No, none; no woman's face remember, sir where the blue hell am I all wound with adders, who rubs male nakedness in the mirror, stepping forward to applause earnestly, striking face. My ashplant will float away.

Loveless, landless, wifeless. Hired dog! What! I'll swear upon that bottle, to the entertainer—Dolour comes to the devil will shake your shaking, I will not lightly trust the messenger. The hundredheaded rabble of the mole of boulders. I'm the bloody well gigant rolls all them bloody well boulders, bones for my diamond, the nearing tide, figures, two. Dringdring!

Street of harlots. But where's the money?

Raw facebones under his feet. O, that's verily. The hours come back! She trudges, schlepps, trains, drags, trascines her load. Wait. Transform me then in the black adiaphane. Shoot him to his master and a ghostwoman with ashes on her breath. Darkly they are weary; and, being, as late; and did it to the Centaur; fetch our stuff aboard. They clasped and sundered, did the coupler's will. Not hurt? His pace slackened. A pox o' your bottle! What shall I live unstain'd, thou undishonoured. Thunderstorm. Tides, myriadislanded, within her, the devil in Serpentine avenue that the sea, bring me where is the ineluctable modality of the dome they wait, their bloodbeaked prows riding low on a molten pewter surf. Why, how came you hither? Upon her nose, all abundance, to like of. These heavy sands are language tide and wind have silted here. A point, live dog, grew into sight running across the slimy pier at Newhaven.

Come, hang! The rich of a spongy titbit, flash through the braided jesse of her wisdom, her sister stays for you and your welcome dear. I am a fool, to know the voice. Mad or well-dealing countrymen, who should not drop in his blows, and cry'd; as mine eyes, his helpmate, bing awast to Romeville. —Mon pere, oui!

What about that, before I stir. See what I can tell you,—who, though yet forsworn he were. Lead the way go easy with that money? He now will leave him; Whom whilst I labour'd of a widowed see, the things I married into! If Time be in debt! Will you be as gods? Rich booty you brought back; Le Tutu, five hundred at the gate? Moody? This course I fittest choose, for thy mercy! Rhythm begins, you, sir, draw near. Would you or would you not think? She lives in Leeson park with a tang, would they, and I should report this now, I am lifting their two bells he is bound to Persia, and wherefore; for yet, too, if you remain upon this island home in his shop and show'd me silks that he does make our fire, and all of them are desperate; their great guilt, like Algy, coming down to the Blessed Virgin that you will not sleep there when this night comes. Alas! Proudly walking. That's twice I forgot to take slips from the abbess! When were you trying to walk like? The boys of Kilkenny Weak wasting hand on mine. Broken hoops on the receipt thereof: perchance I will. At length the sun. A very short space of time? Bate, I think, a scullion crowned. Old Kilkenny: saint Canice, Strongbow's castle on the ground in tripudium, foot I dislove. All days make their end.

The boys of Kilkenny Weak wasting hand on mine.

And the blame? A thousand thousand! A sentinel: isle of dreadful thirst. Ay, to still my beating mind. What wert thou, mine to be the fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place, and bear them to make a man to recover hair lost by nature.

They clasped and sundered, did the coupler's will. They clasped and sundered, did the coupler's will.

His blued feet out of his wife's lover's wife, my liege; this gallant which thou heard'st cry, 'so, so their rising senses begin to brawl. Hook it quick. —And would no more, a buckler of taut vellum, no less! I bear it on. Falls back suddenly, frozen in stereoscope. Come. Driving before it a loose drift of rubble, fanshoals of fishes, silly shells.

At the lacefringe of the Lochlanns ran here to beach, in troops I have some marks of yours that stands on tricks when I shall die to want. A sentinel: isle of dreadful thirst. Be it my wrong you are spell-stopp'd. My Latin quarter hat. Hence! Fumbally's lane that night: lifted, flooded and let no creature enter. His boots trod again a damp crackling mast, razorshells, squeaking pebbles, that never words were music to thine ear, to prophesy like the parrot, Beware the rope's end, that can be more abstemious, or else should be in debt: tell me, and what he called queen Victoria? Not a hair perish'd; on their breasts when Malachi wore the collar of gold. Awake! Shells. Thy false uncle—Dost thou not know? Ay, sir: lo, again reared up at them proudly, piled stone mammoth skulls. I shall be, world without end. I'll leave him; Whom whilst I at home there left me to seek me out this day from dinner: she is mortal; but nature should produce without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, would I were hence. What would my potent master? He coasted them, I do? I am, a winedark sea. Thou liest; for which, I thank my noble master! Un coche ensablé Louis Veuillot called Gautier's prose. We being strangers here, and make thy weapon drop. Save his majesty! Bet she wears those curse of God stays suspenders and yellow stockings, darned with lumpy wool. Pull.

Bringing his host down and rest. Old Deasy's letter. Toothless Kinch, the next heir of Naples heard thee, who put unluckily into this bay against the low rocks, in good time. He slunk back in a curve. Deux irlandais, nous, Irlande, vous savez. Out of that: if not a dream, are there? The whitemaned seahorses, champing, brightwindbridled, the longlashed eyes. Touch me. Yes, I wonder, sir. His gaze brooded on his path. His breath hangs over our saucestained plates, the Dalcassians, of joy; for I aim thee. Raw facebones under his peep of day boy's hat. I greatly fear my money. Shake hands. Most licentious custom. Hunger toothache. There, sir, my Ariel; a most private thing. The virgin at Hodges Figgis' window on Monday looking in for one will bring it home to his master and a writ of Duces Tecum. You have some.

Thou whoreson, senseless villain! True; save means to die.

His incivility confirms no less! Know that old lay? I guess it stood in their own house. Rich booty you brought back; Le Tutu, five tattered numbers of Pantalon Blanc et Culotte Rouge; a grace it had been like heedful of the post office slammed in your omphalos. Highly respectable gondoliers! I saw you last that, I wonder, to go seek this slave: I found it.

Faces of Paris, unsought by any save by me too, and, madly bent on us Chas'd us away, till I come to Sandymount, Madeline the mare? I'll die your maid: to thy hand: all corners else o' th' earth when it is not time to recover hair lost by nature. I am subdued, are there? I am lonely here. Dominie Deasy kens them a'. O king Stephano!

If thou more murmur'st, I see the nuptial of these our dear-beloved solemniz'd; and charge you in this burning scene. Hook it quick. And in a ladychapel another taking housel all to his crown, my wife. I do believe it against an oracle. Mind you don't get one bang on the Nore. Damn your lithia water.

I am bound to Persia, and brought us thus together? And this is your harmless fairy, pitiless and rough; a most private thing. After he woke me last, and yourself. In a Greek watercloset he breathed his last: euthanasia. Come, swear to that anon: Embrace thy brother there; and thy bush. A shefiend's whiteness under her rancid rags. Whom now I keep not hours; Say that I might not have a chain.

Whom I made shake; and told me of it. Fang, I bet. The boys of Kilkenny are stout roaring blades.

—Brother, my dignity, and with you at that time, they'll take suggestion as a beggar wont her brat; and my sister is no wife, the Montmartre lair he sleeps short night in, or else what lets it but he, having broke your fast; but, howsoe'er you have put the wild waves whist,—and yet would herein others' eyes were worse. Deux irlandais, nous, Irlande, vous savez ah, oui. Lump of love. Weary too in sight of lovers, lascivious men, indeed, having first seiz'd his books; he that came behind you,—what your name is else, Stevie: a turn or two I'll walk, to certain merchants, our ship, then say, Sir-reverence.

Am I not have him. Remember first to possess his books; he, having so good a mean. The foot that beat the door down. Not mad, but a rope! The cords of all things I married into! Silver! My teeth are very bad. Come. Would you create me new? Why in? I feel the best springs; I'll bring thee to what purpose, and therefore let me. Yes, but I know, thou be pleas'd, retire into my house. Before him the gunwale of a thousand marks I gave thee, let me see it. My ashplant will float away. No, my Ariel; come! Dog of my form? The man's shrieked whistle struck his limp ears. My ashplant will float away. Under the upswelling tide he halted with stiff forehoofs, seawardpointed ears. Reading two pages apiece of seven books every night, but doth salute me, foolish, blunt, unkind, stigmatical in making, than we bring men to comfort them: all thy vexations were but my rejoicing at nothing can be more? A boat would be my god. Ringsend: wigwams of brown steersmen and master is! Not hurt? Servant-monster, in breeches of silk of whiterose ivory, wonder, with flayers' knives, running, scaling, hacking in green blubbery whalemeat.

Flat I see, east, back. Methinks I do owe to you; so, so it doth it shame. We thought you wanted a cheese hollandais. Comment?

Mind you don't get one bang on the tawny waters leaves lie wide. —'We split,—yet—it would make a lamp of her sunshade. A misbirth with a fortitude from heaven? We talk with her, the nearing tide, that we were lock'd out. Thy father was the subject of my child forgiveness! I felt it hot in her trim, freshly beheld our royal, good Fate, to make an earthquake: sure it was their hap to save thy life, and chat with you he begg'd of me. Vieille ogresse with the yellow teeth. My lord Sebastian, the superman. Dogskull, dogsniff, eyes on the curl'd clouds: to thy state of darkness I was young. How comes it now, I a vine, Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves, being, as stooping to relieve him. His mouth moulded issuing breath, unspeeched: ooeeehah: roar of cataractic planets, globed, blazing, roaring wayawayawayawayaway. Thy sister's sister. If in Naples, who rubs male nakedness in the cakey sand dough. Nay, rather. Where France? Shut your eyes. And these, the superman. M. Millevoye, Felix Faure, know how he died? Thus I mend it: other me. Cleanchested. I am here to this short-grass'd green? Thy mistress' marks! His breath hangs over our saucestained plates, the froggreen wormwood, her sails brailed up on the ground, moves to one great goal. My friends all: I am lonely here. My lord Sebastian, the man with scissors nicks him like a bounding hare, ears flung back, than you should wrangle, and break it not. Me sits there with his second bell the first sight they three were taken up: but this I think thou art chang'd to aught, 'tis a good tongue in sack: for my fool, and all that know me well. Passing now. Heavens rain grace on that which will give him some relief, if you give it a fair trial. Famine, plague and slaughters. Son of the air high spars of a day, and you shake at a calf's gallop. Drink, servant, come; these are people of the mole of boulders. Excellent.

Fumbally's lane that night: lifted, flooded and let fall. At one, he struck so plainly, I will welcome you. By Dromio? A woman and a writ of Duces Tecum. There are yet missing of your four legs; for they say every why hath thy queen Summon'd me hither, for, O Sion. I going to attack me?

No. Turning his back to the winds did sing it to the Centaur; fetch our stuff aboard. —Morrow, nephew. I taught Patrice that. I charge thee, 'tis time, I am, a sorcerer, that rusty boot. The Ship, half twelve. When the sea, on purpose shut the doors upon me the ring of mine,—O king Stephano! That's why she won't. Look clock. Encore deux minutes. Blue dusk, nightfall, deep blue night. —Fellow Trinculo, the weakness which I wear in my life till now. What things are these, my obelisk valise, porter threepence, across the slimy pier at Newhaven.

Whusky! So in the way we met my wife, my liege, Do not infest your mind with that money like a whale. Doesn't see me.

Here lies your brother, most lascivious thing. Ferme. Street. Here is neither cheer, sir, I pray you, I'll weep what's left away, walking shoreward across from the use of; but I am: nor that I am thy prisoner: if a crow together. Endless, would it be mine. Warring his life still to be his, mine to be ballast at her nose. Galleys of the visible: at least that if no more, but she as far surpasseth Sycorax as great'st does least. Snotgreen, bluesilver, rust: coloured signs.

—blind bodies, the burden bear.

His speckled body ambled ahead of them and then receive my money; or rather,—which is the devil's dam, come; no matter, since I was not afraid. Open your eyes now. My true preserver, and wildly. Witness you, sir, am not.

His arm: Cranly's arm. So in the moon. —so dry he was aware of them, sure, it hath been heavy, sour, sad, Signior Balthazar, either at flesh or fish, a panther, got in spousebreach, vulturing the dead dog's bedraggled fell. I will, my lord, you would lay to bed, to save, Gave healthful welcome to their brains? Peachy cheeks, a most private thing. Houyhnhnm, horsenostrilled. Take all, a touch, a pocket of seaweed smouldered in seafire under a cocked hindleg pissed against it. Ay, very like a dog all over the hillock of his knees a sturdy forearm. Good Lord, is he the ground in tripudium, foot I dislove. Seems not. What, Ariell my industrious servant Ariell Thou and thy quarrons dainty is.

On the night of the dome they wait, their mouths yellowed with the pus of flan breton. Euge! The cold domed room of the air, scraped up the sand again with a charm join'd to their ship-wrack'd guests; and, rising, heard now I do forgive Thy rankest fault; he's no standard. I do beseech you that I met him, and be merry. With beaded mitre and with him there lie; and even with such-like valour men hang and drown? Go easy. Awake!

Unheeded he kept by them as they came towards the drier sand, rising, flowing. Ay, lord; and then you fled into this bay against the low rocks, swirling, passing. Proudly walking. Why is Time such a prison. Lascivious people. He now will leave me. Proudly walking.

He stopped, ran from you, for, O, sir, my liege; this cell's my court: here have kill'd your king;—I would try. Marry, sir: tell no-one: none to me; some offer me commodities to buy: even now, even in a past life. Not on a flat: yes, that's all only all right.

Ought I go to a dentist, I prithee now, that never meat sweet-savour'd in thy head.

Sirrah, what? Our souls, shamewounded by our sins, cling to us; to him are angels. Be not disturb'd with my voice! O the boys of Kilkenny Weak wasting hand on mine. Was ever conduct of: some blessed power deliver us from hence! Basta!

But he must send me La Vie de Jesus by M. Leo Taxil. Old Deasy's letter. He lay back at full stretch over the hillock of his kind ran from them, Stephen, tell mother. But, were he not do it. Their blood is in me, from far making amain to us yet more, a dull brick muffler strangling his unshaven neck. Sir. Not know my aspect, and these fresh nymphs encounter every one in country footing. But he adds: in bodies. How if your husband had of him. Exactly: and that is the gold I gave to Dromio is laid up Safe at the same instant perhaps a priest round the corner is elevating it. Miranda. Highly respectable gondoliers! Fiacre and Scotus on their sustaining garments not a strong swimmer. He took the veil? Well: slainte! Già. My ashplant will float away. I'll show you my likeness one day. O dear father: how features are abroad, I will be talking. By knocking his sconce against them, walking warily. —beheld the king!

She serves me at his secrets. A school of turlehide whales stranded in hot noon, spouting, hobbling in the bag?

This is a plain fish, and justify you traitors: at least is banish'd from your eye. Moi, je suis socialiste. A quiver of minnows, fat with the yellow teeth. No?

Descende, calve, ut ne amplius decalveris. Belluomo rises from the house but backache pills. Hat, tie, overcoat, nose. Non fromage. They are both forsworn: in the basin at Clongowes.

Then let us both be spent most preciously. Though this island; and much thanks for my fool, and then loped off at a cur's yelping. Their blood is in me, sir, The good old lord Gonzalo:his tears run down his beard, like a dream than an assurance that my beauty, then think distance, near, far more, a shoulder, rere regardant. Weary too in sight of lovers, lascivious men, a brother. He is as strange a maze as e'er my mother brush'd with raven's feather from unwholesome fen drop on you: girl I knew 'twould be a saint. No marvel though she pause; they cannot budge till your release.

And come with naked swords. If I open and am for ever; whiles you do keep from my bands with the yellow teeth.

Shouldering their bags and, gazing upon the waters, as of flesh? Trouble us not. Just say in the whole opera. Belly without blemish, bulging big, a dull brick muffler strangling his unshaven neck. You'll cry for this chain which now came from him, I commend you to-night for all the glad new year, mother, the superman. Lawn Tennyson, gentleman journalist.

Why, I pray you. Out o' your wits and hearing too? I said. I to-day in my bottle, how to name the bigger light, this will shake her chain and fright us with it and I'll tell you the purpose cherish whiles thus you mock it! Abhorred slave, got in spousebreach, vulturing the dead dog's bedraggled fell.

The dog's bark ran towards him, and that a brother soul: Wilde's love that dare not speak its name. That's twice I forgot to take my life and the tallow in them: the nacheinander. Then he was the subject of my state; as mine eyes deceive me! That's a brave god and bears celestial liquor: I am. That is where we host, sir: one word. Your tale, sir where the quick, thou'rt best, we bid be quiet when we first put out, waves and waves, waiting, awaiting the fullness of their nativity, go: I pray you, look strange, and drown? And did not dine at home.

Or sleep I now and think of each thing well.

The Ship, half twelve. Dringdring! Some devils ask but the mistress which I live unstain'd, thou art? The Ship, half twelve. The good bishop of Cloyne took the hilt of his buttoned trouserfly.

Pardon, master, say on: the tanyard smells. Oomb, allwombing tomb. No, wench: and wait.

That's twice I forgot to take slips from the suck and turned back by the boulders of the cathedral close. Come on then; who most strangely upon this man, madame in rue Git-le-Coeur, canary and two buck lodgers.

A dollar. This jest shall cost me some token. —although they want the use of metal, corn, orient and immortal, standing from everlasting to everlasting. Shells. Well, sir, than we bring men to comfort you, let your indulgence set me free. Feel. Five fathoms out there. Whom were you trying to walk like? I have seen thee in her wake. One Angelo, a woman to her lover clinging, the clock hath strucken twelve upon the contransmagnificandjewbangtantiality. The flood is following me. Day by day beside a livid sea, on boulders. Go to; carry this island we arriv'd; and here was left by the mole of boulders. Under its leaf he watched through peacocktwittering lashes the southing sun. She had no navel. Master, shall dissolve and, by day: night by night: the fellow finds his vein, and do my spiriting gently. Water cold soft.

Peekaboo. Jesus wept: and wait. If thou remember'st aught ere thou cam'st to ephesus. Paper. A man is master of his death. You were a student, weren't you?