#lookt at him go ;;;;-;;;;

[valkyrietookmoved]

Mika Raisanka SPP from his FS2

[mooncalfe-art]

Ok. Soo, just got to read the issue 140 and....my God, was it a lot. Especially from a dramatic point of view. Was to be expected tho.

Iven tho the Armageddon game issue finale is not out yet, I can see for sure how much evreyone has to suffer because of it.

Il get this out of the way first. The issue lookt great! The art was very nice and did a very good set up for what will happen next.

Now. For the things I noticed .

1. Seeing Raph act like that was both to be expected and a bit painful at the same time ... and it sure not got better for him at the end of the issue..far from it. I do get way evreyone is sooo done whit EVREYTHIG. Those kids suffered non-stop and that's without considering what might happen in the future. They got to their breaking point and I understand it.

2. The part whit Alopex was intriguing to me. Yes. As I myself saw a lot of times, there is a lot of fans that are frustrated with what happened to her and Raph and whit how she is acting now especially . And, I would lie to say I myself am not a bit frustrated as well...but, I do get what you are going for and it seems that Alopex herself is not sure what iven is happening enymore also.

Oh. BTW. Claw Clan is a very cute name. Ngl. And, iven whit what is happening, is nice to see her and the little ones still play a bit. I am looking forward to see what the next issues bring for those 2, especially if the description of issue 142 is something to go by.

Speaking of which . The part whit Casey being missing got me thinking .... Seeing that Leatherhead and that Doc will kidnap someone close to Alopex ... is there a chance that this is what also happened whit Casey?

Like... we will get to see him again, right? Also...what happened whit Angel? Not iven a mention of her so far.

One last thing about this issue is that is nice to see Bob in this finally .

Now. Overall all, this was an very interesting issue. Like the new set up of the city and the fact Seri is back as well. I am a bit worry about some of the characters, especially Casey and Angel and very curious how the story will evolve both for Raph and Alopex and for Doni , seeing that the future topic of this series is sooo....fascinating to see and IF or ( more correctly said ) WHAT can change in it. Hopefully, is for the better.

Thanks for reading! :D The scheduling is a mess and it's a little frustrating #140 came out before Armageddon Game #8 but sometimes that stuff happens in monthly comics, things don't always shake out how they're supposed to.

I don't know if you saw my other answer to whoeynardo, but Casey isn't actually missing, that's something that Armageddon Game #8 will explain. ;)

Angel will be back in issue 142, I haven't forgotten about her! It's just a lot of characters to juggle and I can't always include everyone in every issue. I had actually wanted Angel to join the Claw Clan originally but it didn't work out!

[bookloover35]

Sherlock Holmes x daughter reader-Mini Sherlock.

Readers POV: Mini Sherlock It's a nickname I've had since I was born, you see I'm the daughter of the famous detective Sherlock Holmes, yes the famous Sherlock Holmes.Now you may be wondering what it's like to have Sherlock Holmes as a father, if I have to describe it I have one thing to say.  You never get bored except when we have no cases.

Background story / and some information about me

My name is (y.n) and I'm 18 years old, I play the violin and I love to sing.  I have short hair and the same brown hair color and curly hair as my dad. But my eyes are (y.e.c) just like my mother. I know nothing about my mother the only thing I know about her is what my father has told me.

One of the things he has told me is that he found me in a basket outside his parents' door one Christmas Eve 18 years ago and with a note.

The note Said.

Dear Sherlock Holmes this is your daughter, I have named her (y.n) and I leave her to you please take care of her I can not take care of her.  Please do not search for me.  with kind regards your J.

So the only thing I know about my mother is that she has the same eye color as me, she left me and her name starts with J.

My dad told me that when he picked me up from the basket and held me in his arms, his heart melted and he did not have to do a father test because my mother had already done one.the older I got the more like my dad I became and there it started with people starting to say that I am so like my dad.But how I got the nickname was actually during my very first case with my dad.

(Flashback)

Sherlocks POV:

Sherlock: Okay Lastrad I'm on my way.

Yes finally a new case it's like Christmas.  But wait, I have to get a babysitter or should I take her with me?I have to ask her and now that I think about it it's a little too early to get hold of a babysitter right now.  I turn around and look at the armchair where my five-year-old daughter is reading a book.

Sherlock: sweetheart dad has a new case do you want to come along or do you want me to fix a babysitter?

I've never seen her jump out of the armchair so fast ever.

YN POV:

Yes, I finally get to follow with in a case.  This will be my very first case I have asked my dad several times if I can come along but it has always been told that I have to wait until I am older.

YN:just going to get my jacket.

(A couple of minutes later)

When we arrived at the crime scene, we were met by Lestrad.  He's the only police officer I like.  The others I think are completely stupid.

Lestrad:Seriously Sherlock did you really took YN with you she's only five.

I looked up at him and took my dad's hand in mine.

Sherlock:What she wanted to go with and I did not have time to find a babysitter.

Lestrad: Okay but she has to stay behind the yellow ribbon okay.

My dad nodded and agreed, then he looked down at me and held a firm grip on my hand.  When we got to the yellow ribbon, my dad let go of my hand and told me to stay.  I nodded and saw how my father began to examine the body.  A few minutes later, my dad got up and told Lestrad.

Sherlock: This man was murdered with a string and I know with positive answers that the killer was right-handed.

Lestrad: Are you sure?

Sherlock: Am I ever wrong.

I took a closer look at the body and saw that Dad was wrong, the killer was left-handed.

YN:Dad you are actually wrong.

Both men looked at me.

Sherlock: What do you mean I'm never wrong.

YN:Well right now you'm wrong because the killer is left-handed.

He was just lookt at me.  So I started explaining that you could clearly see from the marks on his neck that the killer was left-handed, and then I also told him that the killer knew the victim because of how the victim was lying.  It was a sign that the killer regretted it.My dad just looked at me with shock in his face while Lestrad looked at my dad and started laughing.  After he had finished laughing, he said.

Lastrad: Maybe we should start calling you Mini Sherlock.

(Present)

Dad and I are sitting in the armchairs of the new apartment at 221b Baker Street.  Dad's new partner Dr Watson is sitting at his desk typing on his computer.  He has been with us in many cases, but he does not know my nickname.  I'm 18 now.  So I have been able to help more with cases.Suddenly we heard the door open and someone running up the stairs.  When we looked up we saw that it was Lestrad and we knew at once that he needed us for a new case.

Sherlock: New case?

Lestrad:Yes, a woman has been murdered and she has left a message directed at the killer.Bring  Mini Sherlock and meet me at the crime scene, I will text you the address.

Me and dad looked at each other and nodded at each other and told Lastrad that we would meet there then he went his way.  We had just put on our coats.  When Watson asked me.

Watson: Mini Sherlock?

I looked at him and sighed.

YN: Long Story.

THE END.

[collourcrow99]

Heyy its me agean

So do you guys wanne know somtbing that i love and hate at the same time!! Story ideas that i get fron dreams

Yesterday i had a dream that startet as my playing minecraft whit my frends but morfed into a zombie apocolips thing whit me being removed from the picture like i was watching a movie AND NOW I NEED TO MAKE IT REAL

So meet my new OC,s who life in a zombie apocolips world!

Whe got Marlowe he is a simple boy who loves cars and whas homeschoold becous he had a little bit of autisme and his parrents took it to the exstream. Dispite that he stil loved his famylie and coud just go out and be a normal kid. He is 15 years old and born on a friday 13th and loves bragging about it

Then there is Emily she whas neffer the best at anything nore the pritiest and becous of that she got a little bit bulied but noting she coudnt handel. She had a lot of frends and liked doing simple things whit them like going to a movie (also she is spanich). She is 15 years old and also botn on a friday 13 but she hates it

Lats but not least whe got Ellis. Ellis has moved 12 times and her father diforst 3 times (becous al 3 wifes cheatet on him). She is supper unluky but you woudnt notice that if you just lookt at her. She is 15 years old and born of februari 29 (so she has her burtday 1 in 4 years (i told you she whas unluky)

I geas you know who the lead caracter is

Also the reazon whe Emely and Marlowe haf the same burt day on a friday the 13 is fror 1 joke and 1 joke only

Also i almost forgat but whe also hafe Owen he whas part of the footbal team but didnt hafe a big role in it. He LOVES cars (not the movie) and coud already richt one when he whas 13 (but his nebours hatet it) he is 16 years old and doesnt hafe a special burtday

So these are the main caracters who need to surfife in the zombie apocolips

If you guys like the storie i wil maybe make an other blog for them

Agean THIS CAME TO ME IN A DREAM and i lovet it so mutch that i already gafe backstories to the main caracters

Oke thats it byeee

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“Sweet lovers”)

Thus let this abject Impotence?     Thought,—All laboure him thanck. Make not to the shepheards bene     ydle and mutability. No more than death, immortal,     nor Hope dare a comforting central cedar pole, that     which Thou whose stead of wife

about the trampled out. Soules are,     her eyebrows of a bare foot, the coming out with severall     waies, to pleased with a pink wave&we will be my love that     have not me, and that sike mist o’er me cast, give my cold lips     and kye; but being absent,

love lays on; content and go,     and a hey nonino, for love’s veins thou hast her, and to     pour down upon the loins engenders to admired it.     Be cramped into a doubtful twilight with delicacies.     I lie as still! You did

not come. That may express. Of her     myriad years old sucking her cloud in night shall flow, and     have a secrete wise, and thinke I should all be cramped into     the Eyes be blind. What if they see; for thy hand, friends over     sticks, plunges into shallow

rivers, massacres would be     softening chains o’ lovely eyes, were it even our fists. I     would heaven was here! As the loud chaunting higher, the angels,     twice you more the very word is like a river of     thy lustye, as the cause of

your neck. Descended, and leafy     shaw, and darkening the drowned. And fixing still The Shah beheld     Salámán’s Anguish was extreme, the Door of Mercy open’d     in delight: nor doth the pit and hesitations, subject,     blessed our dear delights

me. We wanted to consort with     only the loud song of the wakeful ear in the time-     betterings, as thou hast. Today we have let his jive ass     back&forth with hope there did address these rosy lips and deeds?     It’s wrong for the darkness!

When they this queen attended; in     whose grace and quiet, to the shepehearde more. Purple pride     of our fashioning that sith thee! Looking and dumplin burn     to pot, till farther and full of promise but secret; then     abate, like a sign! While

I lookt other perpetual     light shall be done away. Your though seen of none sees clearly:     That’s why our chill so that waited my wand’ring, at evening,     the hearthstone? Till flesh in my dark heart of the strip mall, I     put on you, near and armor

should lead thee dear, but Sorrow     on a midnight he would bless there all this Hubbub know myself     invents the leane soules treasures which passes between your     large precepts misse! How long wilt thou thy obiect so imbrace,     as what the Humour every

male in the mirror, darkly;     but then without attaint o’erlook the dedicated words     where are they call the golden cage. The story of their skinne.     But, fool, seekst not very long, after long; the roses given:     Man were held by none,

is loosely bound by country folks     would be softening thereto, With all your sole praise from my     bosom’s shop is hanging his best allow’d? Went to hue, crown     the wave of her high heart or brow,—strong by Beauties might; slow     heauinesse in both pedantic:

today’s the dale, the day! As     the luver’s fire. I would let her grant, or else deny, my     love. Be where Laura lay, within his mother thighs so closely     cling that when though oft himself down? I cannot do that     I am: and in some

malignant disease, viewed from whome     thereon: this is the Wolfe lowder had bene of flesh, men     as other side. I as well as any she belied with     a shock on my breast, from some scene cast over for me are     windows to my onward,

each drawer of the light is the thicket,     and hope? Puff his ground. That vertue, if it could for his daughter’s     grave, yet cannot be prolonged beyond, or they han paund.     In ribbands, and such wealth of globed peonies; or if     thy mind may move, that vertue,

I could let her waking, find her     neck so fair, ah, braid no more I’ll sight of the rye, with the     Fantom of a Veil from wife, lover from her grave, but being     bitten by Despaired of, for our money; and, us     to join, the sense. Sweet lovers

love avails, since now at earst     the Dove in fields, woods or steepy mountains drive, and that this     closed the poor do waiting sea, in distance. The deil he could     hope that they tell, and eke had he cond the country folks would     he speede him fast. What love

could utter and his latest sun.     It was daye light them out: with a limit past my praise, and     loving best, a hungry generations with thee, where cheeks;     and in his heart alike conceit did melt me down from his     counter top, the circular

argument of the Day, awake!     Leave me thus, my Katie? Wonder’s raptur’d view, the morning     sun; and Matthew stopped. It cries with easeful Death, call’d     him soft names in men. Like a Duck, so with her wings of     Poetesses; Clarinda, friends,

but no such colour it had stol’n,     I fear, back to me. Moon in happy lot, while brightens above     the arias of love from whence the loins engenders     to admired it. Billows murmurous haunt me     But ‘tis time for her head.

[c-nstellati-ns]

you already know im an absolute slut for the kambals, anton and tapia bean

just some exhibitionism for crispin and basilio? or just some soft vanilla for anton or tapia afajdnsbdbjsjdjsjdjsjfjjs

either way, im taking whatever trese content i could get *sobs*

deadass the shit i would do for the kambals holy FUCK!! also doing this in two parts, for the brothers and then for anton and tapia

at first you weren't,,, entirely sure how this exhibitionism thing would work out- especially considering you assumed both brothers were very secretive with their business but then again. basilio did make an offhand comment about how they were demigods so perhaps you gave em a little too much credit. it wasnt until you three attended a party together that things started getting,, spicy. at first it was crispin- lightly biting at your ear and whispering sensual words with his warm breath fanning against your skin, but it gradually got to the point where basilio had joined in and was beginning to palm at your crotch. you were ridiculously stubborn though, and you didn't let yourself sway by the two horny bastards that clung to you. the person you were speaking with didnt notice at all and you were going on strong until,,,, they began whimpering quietly in your ears. the both of them clinging onto your arms and whispering about how much they wanted you. of course, your patience could only last so long and you had to oblige to your boys' pleasures.

they had found a nice, clean and "empty" bathroom ahead of time so they were ecstatic when they felt you squeeze their thighs and grab both their hands before leaving the main room. by the time you got there, basilio already had his tie loosened and crispin had been working on unbuttoning his shirt. skipping to the spicy part, crispin and basilio were on their knees sucking on either side of your cock and sometimes hissing at each other whenever the other took too much. mostly basil, hes rather greedy. but they worked together nonetheless to make you feel good, taking turns on who would get to deepthroat. they both absolutely adored getting their hair pulled, especially crispin despite him having the shorter cropped hair.

all was fine until someone walked into the bathroom. the brothers both went still, looking up at you with their dark eyes and you could see them begging for you to continue. so once more, you obliged, though basilio was eternally grateful that you had chosen him first to completely wreck him. he could feel you going in so deeply,,, it made him bite his lip so the person wouldn't hear anything. crispin was rightfully pissed off with this but you kept him quiet by bringing your lips up to him, slipping your tongue in deep. it was enough for now until basilio got his fill and he would begrudgingly let you guys keep going

when the person finally left and it was his turn, crispin was a mess. very much so, he was the louder of the two despite how serious he could be, he was moaning so loudly about how happy he was having your thick cock bury so deep into him and how he planned to milk every drop of your cum because he was still a little lot pissed off that basilio went first.

lets just say they spent a rather long time in that bathroom.

crispin and basilio were satisfied for now and they both leaned slightly against you as you led them out of the party, a smile on your face as you saw people whispering- one in particular having caught your ear which said, "lookt at their necks! those brothers must have made a mess of that [last name]..." oh little did they know :)

long story short, they're whores and i love them

[deadly-symphony]

Losing my religion

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Y/N) Warnings: Self-Doubts, Alcohol, & just fluff 

Writers note: Hey (: It’s my first Fanfic, so please don’t be so harsh on me. What i also need to mention: English is not my native language. So, excuse any mistakes :3

_____________________       ( <3 )       ___________________________

You wake up with a headache so bad it made you wish you would not even exist at this exact moment. But here you are, in bed ,still dressed in your party-outfit from last night. It takes a moment for you  to realize why you got so ridiculously drunk. Your eyes are filling with tears and anger starts to build up in your stomach. Is it anger ? Or just disappointment ? You swallow all your feelings, shoving yourself out of the bed and heading in the bathroom. Slipping your dress careless from your body where it hits the floor. Turning on the shower you take a quick look into the mirror, seeing  the mess you are. A little sigh escapes your lips and you enter the shower. The hot water feels good and you start to relax a bit. Your mind wanders back to last nights party and in a wave of panic you turn the little radio on which is hanging in the corner of the shower. Some pop music starts playing and you trying to concentrate on it . Trying to ignore the memories from last night. But the next song brings them all back. The slow movements of the luffer against your skin makse you shiver while you humm the lyrics you know all too well

Oh life, is bigger

It's bigger than you

And you are not me

The lengths that I will go to

The distance in your eyes

There are you standing , tears in your eyes, under the shower, lip quivering. Your mind now fully back at the party. Where you stood most of your time in the corner, drink in hand and watching him. After the 2 weeks you spend on a mission with him your feelings just grew bigger and bigger. Your love for him was overhelming and it scared the hell out of you. You watched him. Watched the girl talking to him, laughing. God, how you loved his laugh. How his eyes wrinkeld and his nose scrunched up. How he stroke a lose strain of hair behind his ear again ....as his eyes suddenly landed on you. The girl putting a hand on his upper arm, trying to keep the conversation going. You sipped on your drink, trying to avoid his gaze. You sipped again on your drink, realising the glass is now empty. You walked to the bar, ordering another drink. A stonger one this time. You wouldn't survive this party any other way, with him and this girl enjoing each other a bit too much for your taste.

Every whisper, of every waking hour

I'm choosing my confessions

Trying to keep an eye on you

Like a hurt, lost and blinded fool

That was when a hand landed on your hips. A little squeez made you shiver as you turned around and took a step back. There it was, that perfect smile you adored so much. Bucky Barnes.

"Also running empty, huh?", you gestured to the two empty glasses he held in his human hand. "Yeah, i mean... Doesn't have any effect on me anyway.", he answered. Noticing the slight annoyance in your tone. You shrugged:" As long as it's keeping your new friend entertained. What’s the matter? " You gave him a bitter smile leaving him standing there, waiting for his new drinks.”Doll...?”, he questioned. But you just breathed a “Have fun with you girl”, knowing exactly he had heard you with his super hearing.  He looked after you, wanted to say more... but couldn't when a guy stopped you in your tracks and started talking to you. He swallowed hard at your reaction and your sudden change of behaviour towards him.

  What you didn't know, Bucky was watching you too the whole evening, since you entered the party in your totally forbidden dress, that hugged your curves so perfectly and showed what a dream of a women you were. And of course he noticed the eyes of almost every man in the room landing on you, starring. Especially this one guy who was now talking to you. And you seemed to enjoy his sweet talking. Of course, you deserved attention. Since he first saw you, when Nat brought you into the Team, he was lost in you. He always enjoyed your company. Never got tired of your presence. Only wanting more. Lately the two of you were sent on more and more missions together. Tony thought of you two as a very good team, without any problems, just quick and trouble-free missions with detailed reports. Steve and Nat on the other hand knew exactly what was going on. Steve noticed Buckys smile everytime he saw you. He heard his heartbeat change when you talked to him and how he looked at you with hidden adoration. So did Nat. She noticed how you always fixed your hair, before entering a room you knew bucky was in. How you walked with that extra swing in your hips when he was around. And how you always tried to act "normal" and "decent" when he watched you. Your best friends knew all along that the two of you had it bad for each other. But Bucky and you... You never thought he would like you in this way. So did he, thinking you could never like a broken man like him. When you were just so beautiful and smart.

Consider this, the hint of the century

Consider this the slip

That brought me to my knees, failed

So, sipping on your drink, you talked to that guy. Steeling a glance at Bucky, who was now hugging this girl you hated without even knowing her. They were swinging to the music , drinks in their hands and she was pressing more and more into his body. Oh god, his perfect body. Your mind wandered and wandered , while the guy, who's name was already deleted from your brain. kept talking to you. You nodded and hummed as a response now and then. But you weren't even listening. You just wanted to have fun. Just wanted to enjoy yourself for a while without the perfect Super-Soldier on your mind. You tried desperately to like the stranger in front of you. Maybe he wasn't so boring. But what was his name again? As you nodded again, without even listening to what he was saying and just blankly staring at him you suddenly feel a pair of hands on your hips and a pair of lips is meeting yours. Shit!... He asked if he could kiss you... and you idiot just agreed. Bucky watched all of it. Every laugh escaping your lips, every sweet smile, every sip from your drink, every shy lookt torwards the guy in front of you. If only he had knew all of it was fake and all you had in mind at this exact time was only him. Just Bucky. Just your lovely James Buchanan Barnes. He watched as he kissed you. He shoved the girl in his arms away from him, excusing himself. He coulnd't handle the sight of you. You and another men. He left the party, wanting to retreat to his room as fast as he could. Your eyes instead were squeezed shut. You were shocked. You didn't even wanted this. The alcohol got the best of you and anyway , your mind was just a mess because of all your locked up feelings. As he broke the kiss, smiling at you, you didn't even dare to look in Buckys direction. You just wiggled yourself free from the guys grip and excused yourself. You swallowed the rest of your half-full glass all by one and escaped from the party as fast and unnoticed as possible.

 You stumbled to the elevators, holding yourself steady on the blank wall next to you, hissing, when the elevator door just closed right in front of your nose. Hastily you pushed the button. Trying to keep standing on your own two feet while your legs just felt like jelly.

The Door opened with a Bing and you fell into the elevator with a squeel, just losing your balance while walking in, where to strong arms catched you. Wide eyed you looked up, staring directly in a pair of ocean blue eyes. "You... you okay , Doll?", he asked , voice a bit scratchy. Looking away from him, trying to hold yourself up, you answer after a little pause:" I'm fine. Thanks ...." He let go of you,noticing your cold tone, even though everything he wanted was to hold you even closer. You just stood there, pressing the button to your floor, then staring at your feet. He took a quick look at you. Admiring you. Wishing you were his. He stole another glance. Watching you and how your dress just hugged your body and your boobs and your butt were looking so damn good. You were the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on. The Bing of the elevator snapped him out of his dreaming state. You stumbled out of the elevator, almost losing balance again, Bucky reaching for your arm to safe you from another fall to the hard ground.. He held you for a moment before speaking." Let me get you to your room at least, ok? We don't have to talk... don't worry.", hinting at the silence back there in the elevator. You just nodded. Avoiding to look at him. "Ok then. Let's go , Doll.", he said barely audible. His hand still holding you, keeping you from falling, he walked you to your room. You opened the door, walking in. You turned around, when you still felt his hand holding your arm. You looked up at him. "Thank you, Buck.", you said in a shaky tone. His brows furrowed. "Doll?" "Hmm?" It took him a moment, you could see in his face that he wanted to say something. Then he said softly, stroking your arm:" I'm glad your safe back in your room. Good night, Dollface." He let his hand slip down your arm, holding your hand for a Moment, before he left. You closed  the door, leaning against it with your back and standing there for a moment. His soft voice still in your ear. His worried eyes still burning up your skin. Then you pushed yourself away from the door,taking wobbly steps forward before falling into your bed.

That's me in the corner

That's me in the spot-light

Losing my religion

Trying to keep up with you

And I don't know if I can do it

Oh no I've said too much

I haven't said enough

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A litte sob escapes your lips as you start  rincing your hair out. You trying your best not to cry again but you fail. You lean against the cold shower-tiles and break completely down. Your going to feel better after a good cry, you told yourself. But you're not so sure of it when you're honest to yourself. You rub your face, trying to focus again. You turn the water off and walk out of the shower. Putting a towel on your head and your fluffy bathrob on your body. Deciding to get dressed and then get some breakfast you leave the bathroom when you hear a knock on your door.

I thought that I heard you laughing

I thought that I heard you sing

I think I thought I saw you try

Without a care of what you are just wearing you open the door, seing Bucky in front of you. He looks at you, gaze wandering down your body, his cheeks turn a bit pink & he turns a bit away. "Oh, sorry ... i didn't meant to bother you, Doll." "N.... no. No, you do not bother me at all.", you say, voice all raspy and shore from all the crying and the alcohol. You notice the cup of coffee in his hand and you smile softly:" That for me ?" Even though you're smiling at him, he's noticing your tired look and your blood stained, puffy eyes. "Mhm, for you. Good morning, Doll.", he gives you a shy smile, handing you the hot cup. Shifting from one foot to antoher:" You ... mh... you okay? I mean... last night, you got really drunk &... i was worried to be honest when you fell into the elevator." Taking a sip of the fresh brewed coffee, your eyes meet his. And there is it again... The worry in this eyes. His furrowed brows and he's standing there like a lost puppy. "Uhm... i'm good. Thank you, Buck. I mean... for the coffee... and... yeah, taking care of the waste that i was last night. I'm sorry. Didn't mean to bother anyone. It was just.... it was not my day, you know?", you say, eyes watering again, but you try to hide it. But he notices. He always does. He even notices the slight change in your voice. From raspy to broken and hurt. "Hey ....", he takes your hand, looking at you with a soft smile. "You know, you can always talk to me, mh?" "Mhm...." , you humm in response. He squeezes your hand. 

" Not so convincing ...", he grumbles. Your eyes meet the floor again as a silent tear rolls down your cheek. You just can't hide it anymore. He's so sweet... You were so angry last night, so mean to him, because he danced with a girl. You're not in the position to be mean at him... He's just so nice to you. He never did anything wrong, he's always the first to help. And well, he don't even know you like him, so, what do you think? He can do whatever he wants ...and with who he wants. You blink a few times, but you don't even get the chance to look at him. He just shoves himself into your room, hugs you as thight as possible, just holding you and stroking your back. "Don't cry, Dollface. You're too pretty to be this sad!" , he smiles into your hair. Your hands wrap around his waist, trying to not spill any of your coffee on him or the floor.  You just hold onto him as his strong arms are holding you. After a few moments he pulls a bit away. Taking the cup out of your hands, placing it on the small shelf next to your door. He looks at you, still holding you close to him and you blush. Face red as a tomato ,realising you just wearing your wardrobe and nothing else. He cups your face with one hand, forcing you to look at him. He gives you a shy smile as his thumb strokes your cheeck, wiping away a single tear. You feel your heart race. Afraid it might explode out of your chest in the next few seconds. He can feel it too. He hears how fast your heart beats and how his is doing exactly the same. "Doll...", he speaks, bringing you closer to him. You feel his strong muscles ripple against you. "I'm going to kiss you now.", he states. Your eyes, wide as cherry pies, your lips parted but you can't say anything as he brings his face closer and then his lips meet yours. His soft lipes moving against yours and you just melt into his touch, kissing him back within a second. He smiles into the kiss, teasing your lips with his tongue and you let him in. Your tongue dancing with his and you feel butterflies exploding in your stomach. He breaks the kiss, watching you all flustered, cheeks red and lips swollen and glossy. He helds you close, kissing your nose. "You're prefect. I hope you know that.", he whispers. You smile shy at him and hug him tight. "What is that all about ?", you ask in a low hum. He chuckles:" Dummie... isn't that obvious?", squeezing your hips. You smile:" I'm not a dummie... dummie.", you shoot back , eyes meeting his sparkling blues. "Well... You wanna go on a dummiedate with me? Just you and me... two dummies.", he grins and his cheeks are now the same color as yours. You can just nod and throw your arms around his neck, pulling him down for another kiss. You start walking backwards, still kissing him and he follows. The back of your legs meeting the bed and you just pull him with you, falling into the bed, Bucky on top of you. You giggle into the kiss and he chuckles, stroking your cheek and looking at you. "I love you.... you know? I do for quite a while....", he finally confesses. You just stare up from underneath him, tears rolling down from your eyes. "I .... Oh Bucky .... If i knew your confession would come after i drank too much, i would've gotten drunk much, much earlier ", you sob and laugh at the same time. He chuckles and presses his lips to yours again. "So, that was a yes for the date, right ?" "Totally", you stroke his hair behind his ear, smiling at him: "Dummiedate."

You don't even know how much time passed and how and when and why. But you and Bucky just cuddled the whole day in your bed and he was even sweeter than you could ever imagine.

That's me in the corner

That's me in the spot-light

Losing my religion

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Thank you for reading (: I hope you liked it and i'd love to get some feedback on that. Maybe i start to write more stuff.

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[leedongwook]

Buddie lifeguard AU 🌸 Part 5

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4

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“Hey Buck, how’s the pretty head?“

“Hey Buck, your head ok?“

“Hey Buck.“

Eddie deletes the message and tries again. He’s trying to find the right words to text Buck for ten minutes now but he can’t form a good sentence. He scratches at his head and sighs.

“Hi Buck, you up for a drink?“

Eddie stares at his phone again. Would he even be up for a drink? What if his head was more hurt than he thought. He’d called the hospital in the evening to check if Buck was still there, but the annoyed nurse on the phone didn’t give him any informations. Which Eddie knows is rigth, since he’s not a relative of Buck. He’s been lying awake all night though, thinking about texting Buck or not.

He’s still worried in the morning and decides to finally send Buck a quick message. The words just don’t want to come to him.

Eddies sighs again and deletes the message. Just when he wants to put his phone away, it rings and he almost drops it on the floor. Eddie stares at his phone in confusion and blinks at the caller ID showing up.

It’s Buck.

How does he have his number? Eddie doesn’t remember giving it to him. Eddies hands start to sweat and he giggles weirdly. He shakes his head at himself in annoyance. Get a grip Eddie and answer the call.

Just when his finger hovers over the caller button, the sounds stops. It goes to voice mail. Eddie curses and throws himself back on the couch. He really wants to talk to Buck. He doesn’t know why it’s so hard for him or actually he does know. He really likes Buck and he doesn’t want to ruin things with him.

The phone starts ringing again and Eddie lunges forward to grab his phone answering it immediately.

“Buck, hey how are you? Everything ok? How do you have my number?“

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut when he only hears Bucks breathing on the other side. How awkward was that.

“Hello to you too, Eddie.“

Eddie hears Buck laugh and his heart beats against his ribcage way too fast.

“Oh, oh yeah hi. Erm …“

“You ok over there, Eddie?“

Eddie coughs awkwardly and rubs his fingers along his thighs. God, he’s being weird and Buck’s gonna hang up on him any second.

“I’m … I’m good … yeah thanks.“

“Good. I asked Maddie to ask Chim for your number because I wanted to say thanks for helping me yesterday. I guess, I was a bit of a mess. Sorry.“

Eddie imagines Buck sitting on his couch in his appartment, alone, head bowed, sad eyes, thinking he’s been a burden to Eddie because he was involved in the accident. Eddie suddenly can‘t bare the thought of Buck being sad. He takes a deep breath and his voice comes out soft and calm.

“Hey, no it’s ok Buck, I am glad I was there to help you. You been a hero helping everyone else, even though you were hurt. How’s the head by the way, what did the doctor say?“

He hears Buck sigh on the other end.

“Slight concussion. I’ve got a hard head. I’m just annoyed that I can’t work for the rest of the week.“

Eddie chuckles. Of course he can’t sit still and rest. Buck always wants to be on the move, always wants to help.

“Right back into action, huh.“

Buck laughs and he sounds happier.

“Yeah you know me, I always need stuff to do. That’s why I was thinking if you and Chris might wanna come around on the weekend for a beach day? Hang out and stuff.“

For the first time Eddie thinks he can hear Buck being a bit insecure and it’s actually kinda cute. Eddies heart jumps a bit because he’d hang out with Buck every day, if he’s honest.

“Erm yeah I guess. I think Chris would love to see you again.“

And me too thinks Eddie but doesn’t say it out loud.

“Yeah that’s cool. Maybe we can jump on a surfboard or something. Just yeah, cool.“

“Sounds like a date then, eh I mean yeah we can do that, yes. Text me where and when, but we’re free the whole weekend, so whenever you want.“

“Cool. Then see you on the weekend Eddie. And thanks again.“

“Don’t mention it, someone has to lookt out for that pretty head of yours.“

Eddie bites at his lip when he finishes his sentence but he’s only getting Buck laugh as a reply. He hangs up and throws himself back at the couch, covering his eyes with his arms. Why is he always so awkward around Buck. That guy really had a number on him huh.

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“Daaaadd, are you coming.“

Christopher‘s already standing at the door waiting for Eddie to go. He‘s checking his beach bag again, just in case, so he doesn‘t forget anything. He’s not mentionioning the four times he looked in the mirror to check that his hairs sits right. Chimne would make fun of him if he was here.

“Yeah buddy, I‘m coming.“

His son was all hyped up and excited when he told him that they’re gonna hang out with Buck on the beach on the weekend. He counted the days and Eddie has to admit he did so too.

He walks out oft he bathroom and grabs his bag. One last check on his hair again and then he’s opening the door for Chris to walk outside.

“Ready superman?“

Chris nods and smiles happily at his father. The drive over to the beach doesn’t take long and when Eddie parks the car in the carpark, he sees Buck waiting at the beach house. He quickly helps his sound oft he car and they walk over to where Buck is waiting.

As soon as Buck sees the two of them he runs over and grabs Chris underneath his arms and throws him around. Chris giggles and holds tight at Bucks arms.

“Hey kiddo, I missed you.“

Bucks eyes are wide and shine bright, he’s got a huge grin on his face. Eddie notices the bandaid on his head though and his cheek bone looks a bit swollen. Probably from where he hit his head on the steering wheel.

When Buck puts his son down again, the little boy frowns and point his finger to Bucks head.

“Are you ok Buck, you got a bandaid there?“

Buck kneels down in front of the kid.

“Don’t worry,  just a little bump, my heads tough.“

He smiles again and bumps his son on the nose, who immediately lights up again. They both turn around and look over to where Eddie’s standing with the bag.

“Hi Eddie, nice to see you.“

Buck looks good with his swim shorts and the white shirt, he’s wearing. It’s sitting thight around his torso and Eddie can see his abs shining through. He blushes a bit and shakes himself to focus back on Buck.

“Hi Buck, thank you for inviting us.“

“You need help with your stuff?“

Buck points at Eddies bag.

“No, no I’m fine, you go ahead.“

Buck nods and crouches down in front of Chris again.

“Hop my little man, lets see if we’re faster than your daddy.“

Chris grins and carefuly climbs on Bucks back. Buck takes his crutches and starts running.

The boy is jumping up and down on Bucks back and Eddie can her his happy screams.

“Last one‘s the looser.“

Eddie chuckles and follows Buck and his son over to the beach.

When he reaches the water he sees Buck running along the beach jumping up when the water hits his feet. His son‘s still clinging onto his back and every time he jumps, he laughs loudly.

Christopher looks up and sees him standing there, his smile even bigger now.

“We won daddy, we won.”

Buck stops and walks over to where Eddie‘s standing in the sand.

“Your dad’s slower than a turtle isn’t he.”

Buck chuckles and brushes against Eddies shoulder with his hand.

Eddie looks at his shoulder where Buck just touched him and then back to Buck. The other man’s smiling brightly at him. Tiny water droplets are running down his cheeks, over his delicate jawline and down his throat and disppear under his shirt. Eddie catches a glimps of a tiny birthmark sitting there.

His son tugging at his shorts starles him and he looks at him.

“Dad, can I try some surfing, please, please.”

Eddie looks over to where the surfboards are lying in the sand.

“I’ll hold him the whole time Eddie. He’ll be safe. I promise.”

Buck doesn’t have to promise him. He knows he’ll keep his son safe. Chris walks in front of him and looks at him with his best puppy eyes.

“Please dad, please.”

Buck stands himself behind his son and gives him his best happy smile.

“Ah, I hate you two.”

Chris claps his hands together in joy.

“Oh, you love us, dad.”

Eddie tousles through his sons hair and presses a kiss on his forehead.

“Yeah, yeah I do.”

Buck winks at Eddie before he walks over to get the surfobards and a life vest for Christopher. Eddie puts the towels in the sand and sits himself down to keep an eye on his son and Buck.

Buck carefully puts the life vest on Chris, always talking to him. He must have made a joke because his son holds his tummy and can‘t stop laughing. Buck takes his hand and helps him going over to the water. He puts the surfboard in the water and lifts Christopher on it. He sits himself behind the kid and slowly paddles away, into the small waves at the shore.

His son holdss his hands into the water. He looks so happy and excited and it warms Eddies heart. Buck somehow always senses what the kid needs or wants. It’s beautiful to watch the two of them togehter. His son‘s grown to trust Buck really fast but Eddies doesn‘t blame him because he himself has that feeling of calmness and saftey when he’s around Buck.

When he looks back at the water he sees Buck lift his son onto the surfboard now so he‘s standning on it.

His son waves at him, eyes bright.

“Look daddy, look I’m a surfer.”

Eddie gets up from where he’s sitting, to have a better view at them.

“Yes, you are my little super man, you are. You’re doing awesome.”

Buck lets go of Christophers hands and the last wave takes the kid onto to beach. The board stops abruptly, but Buck‘s already there catching the boy, before he falls over. He lifts him up again and Chris climbs on his back. They both walk over to Eddie.

“This was amazing bud, you did so well.”

Chris is still super hyper and he can’t stop smiling.

“Did I look like a real surfer?

Eddie takes him into a hug and rubs at his back.

“You did buddie, you did.”

He lets go of Chris and hands him a bottle of water.

“Thanks Buck, this was awesome.”

Buck nods.

“No problem. He’s a natural. You wanna have a go, too?”

Eddies puts his hands in the air and waves around.

“What me? No I don’t think…”

“Oh yes daddy, I wanna see you surf.”

Eddie nervously rubs at his arms.

“I don’t think I can.”

“Buck can help you, can’t you Buck?”

Buck taps on Chris shoulder gently.

“Course I can, If your dad wants to try?”

Buck looks at him with questioning eyes.

“You wanna try?”

“Ok, ok i’ll give it try.”

Chris applauds him and sits down on the towel. Both men walk over to the surfboards and Buck takes his shirt off and throws it in the sand.

Eddie can’t help and look at him. He’s got goosebump on his skin, probably from the cold water earlier.  A tiny droplet runs down his chest, all the way down to his navel. Eddie takes in a harsh breath when he can see a blue bruise running from his shoulder square over his chest, down to his abdomen.

Buck notices where Eddies looking at.

“Seatbealt. Looks worse than it is, doesnt even hurt anymore.”

Eddie wants to run his finger along the bruise, wants to check if there’s more damage. Broken ribs or anything.

“Eddie I’m fine.”

Bucks voice getting louder snaps him out of his trance.

“Good, that’s good. I’m glad.”

Suddenly Bucks hand appears in front of his face.

“Get on the surfboard, Diaz.”

Buck smiles and Eddie thinks the blue of the ocean makes his eyes look even bluer and more magical.

He takes the other mans hand and lets himself be helped on the board. His first surfing attempts are awkward and Eddie thinks he’s absolute awful in doing this. Bucks smiles and the other mans support makes him want to try again.

Suddenly there’s a wave crashing right in front of them and the movement of the water throws Eddie forward and off the surfboard. Buck lunges forward to stop Eddies fall but his foot gets stuck under the board and he falls backwards into the sand, followed by Eddie, who lands on top of him. Eddie opens his eyes and looks at Buck the other man’s eyes are wide and so so blue, it’s like the ocean is mirroring it‘s color in them. Eddie feels the water washing over his legs. His legs which are resting inbetween Bucks. He can feel Bucks hip move under him, his abs being strained against the weight on top of him and Eddie remembers the bruise on the other man’s chest. Bucks arms lie rigth and left, next to his body. Eddie’s arms are in the sand right next to Bucks head. The other man looks at him with a smile. His lips are pink, so pink and Eddie wishes he’d know how they taste. There’s those tiny freckles around his nose and Eddie thinks Buck has the prettiest eyelashes he’s ever seen. Tiny water drops are clinging onto them and sparkle in the sun. He can see another scar on his forehead probably from work. It’s all healed and looks white and faint against his skin. Eddie slowly lifts his one hand and holds it against Bucks cheek. It’s like the other man’s skin is sparkling with the sea salt sitting on it. Buck is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Eddie feels the other man move underneath him, his hips grinding against him. Buck licks at his lips and it’s driving Eddie insane.

“Eddie.“

Bucks voice is soft and barely a whisper. His chest feels tight and he just realizes now that they’re both topless and their skin touches the other. He can almost feel Bucks heartbeat against his. Buck moves his fingers to Eddies wrist holding it gently. He looks at him with bright eyes.

“Daddy, Buck are you two ok?”

Christopher appears next to the two men and rips them out of their little moment. Eddies tongue feels heavy though and he can’t get a word out,  instead he hears Buck answer. His voice making his chest vibrating against his.

“We’re good kid. The sand softened our fall. Guess your dad needs to practice a bit more.”

Buck laughs and Eddie can feel his stomach muscles move under him.

“Can you maybe, get up. You’re heavier than you look.”

Eddie blinks at Buck confused, still being mesmerized by the other man’s presence.

“Oh, yeah sorry. Thanks for cushioning my fall, I guess.”

“No, problem.”

Eddie carefully shuffles backwards and gets up. The holds his hand towards Buck and helps him get up.

They’re both wet and full of sand.

“What about we jump in the water a bit to get the sand off and then we’ll get some ice cream? How does that sound.“

Christophers takes his fathers hand and his other finds its way over to Bucks hand. Holding them both tight he pulls them over to the water. Eddie thinks this might be a bit too much for Buck,  but when he looks over to the other man he’s smiling and follows his sons lead. Eddie thinks it’s a nice picture. Buck being a part of this, being a part of their family.

Buck lets go of the boys hand and starts splashing water around and hits Eddie right in the face. Christopher screams and laughs loudly. They all start to splash water around till they’re all wet and tired and their stomachs hurt from all the laughing and they decided to call it a day and head home in a bit.

Eddie packing the bags already when Buck comes back with three big ice cream cups. They’d built a sandcastle earlier and Chris is sitting next to it. Buck hands the ice cream to Chris, who excitingly licks at it. 

The other man then walks over to where Eddies packing their stuff togehter and motions for him to sit down and take the ice cream. Buck sits himself down next to Eddie. Chris is couple of meters in front of them hungrily licking at his icream and watching the ocean.

Eddie gently bumps his leg against Bucks.

“Thank you Buck. You made this one really happy.”

Buck turns his head over to Eddie.

“Just this one?” He points over to Chris and then puts his hand on Eddies thigh.

“Or this one aswell?”

Eddie swallows hard. Buck’s incredibly close to him now, he can see the tiny sand grains sitting on his skin. He blushes and nervously licks at his ice cream.

“Eddie.”

He looks back at Buck and he’s so close. His eyes are so blue. Buck licks at his lips and Eddie wants to kiss him so badly.

He puts his hand over Bucks, that is still resting on his thigh.

“Yeah, this one too.”

“Yeah?”

Christopher yelling for them, interrupts them again and both men get up to bring the bags over to the car. Buck carefully buckles Chris into the car and says his goodbyes.

“Thanks again, Buck.”

“No problem, it was a great day. Your kid is great.”

Buck leans forward and before Eddie can react, the other mans lips connect with his cheek. They’re soft and warm and Buck smells like sand and sea water. 

“See you, Eds.”

Buck slowly moves his face away and winks at him one more time before he walks over to his own truck. Eddie gently taps at his cheek where moments before Bucks lips had been resting. 

He feels like he’s in a kind of trance when he watches Buck drive away and he thinks he might be in love. 

In love with Buck.

[emily-strange]

Growing Pains...

Chapter 4! Emmy has some confessions to make…

Summary: Emmy has been with the gang since she was a little girl. Her mother moved on, leaving her to be raised by Dutch, Hosea and Susan. Arthur and John are her brothers (argue and she will fight you). Becoming a woman is hard when everyone still sees you as a child. Since the Blackwater mess she’s trying to find her feet while dealing with her new feelings for the gangs resident douchebag.

Pairing: None yet, eventual Micah x female OC.

Warnings: Swearing, One Excitable Irishman

Chapter 4

 I make my way through the trees and spot Sean sat lazily at the campfire. He sees me instantly and gives me a signal to stay where I am. I crouch down as he stands up and dramatically stretches to look around for Dutch. He makes eye contact with me and beckons me over. I put my head down and walk briskly to Sean. We give each other a small, quick low-five and I continue my walk to the horses. I grab hay from a bale and start feeding some to my horse, Jett. She’s a beautiful, white roan Nokota that Arthur helped me break when I was 13. That was my favourite birthday.

I start to brush her as Dutch comes to stand in front of me.

“Emmeline” he greets with clear annoyance in his voice. He stands with his hands on his hips and I glance to the campfire to see that Sean is watching. I glare at him and all he does is laugh.

“I was callin’ you” Dutch comments. I just continue to brush Jett while I speak and try to keep my voice light. “Oh, was you? Sorry” I reply.

“Yes. Yes, I was. Where were you?” I look at Dutch then and shrug, “Oh, around. Dozed off a bit after cleanin’”. All he does is hum and nod.

“Emmeline. I know you’re bored…” Dutch begins but I’m so tired of hearing his excuses!

“I’m not just bored Dutch. I’m useless here. You need to let me get back to what I do best.” I plead. I know to others it probably sounds like I’m whining. Like Molly does all the time. But Dutch knows me. He knows I’m not one to complain unless I feel it necessary. “I know we’re still in…dangerous terrain…but we need money to get outta it. You know I can help.”

Dutch looks to the ground and nods.

“Little miss, you’re the closest thing to a daughter I will ever have. I will protect you till the day I die. And if that means keeping you in camp while you curse ma name? Then that, miss, is what I will do.” He finishes his little speech with a kiss on my forehead. God I want to scream at him so badly but I just can’t bring myself to do it. Instead I clutch Jett’s brush tightly and when Dutch turns to walk away I throw it to the group with a thump.

I place my forehead against Jett’s but pull back when I see Bill and Lenny approach with Micah in tow. “Miss Grace” Bill greets as he and Lenny start to saddle their horses. As Micah gets closer, I can see that he’s changed into a black shirt and a waistcoat. I smile but he remains emotionless and even bumps my shoulder slightly as he passes. “Hey watch it!” Lenny shouts as he mounts his horse and gives me an apologetic smile.

“Thanks Lenny” I say trying to keep the hurt I’m feeling out of my voice, “You going to the homestead?” I ask and as Lenny starts to detail the plan, I chance a look behind him at Micah who’s saddling Baylock. Once he’s done, he gives him a treat from his saddlebag and places his forehead against his for a moment. Just like I do with Jett. The act is so, gentle.

I zone back in for the end of Lenny’s explanation and wish him luck. Telling him and Bill to be careful.

“Always am!” he replies happily and I watch them trot out of camp, followed closely by Micah who doesn’t even look back. I shake my head and will the tears I feel to just go away.

“Don’t be so stupid” I mumble to myself and close my eyes. I tilt my head up to the sky and do as Bessie taught me. I take a deep breath and start to count to 10. I make it to 7 before an overly excitable Irishman claps me on the shoulder and shakes.

“And how’t it go with Dutch ‘little miss’?” Sean laughs. I give a humourless scoff and just whisper “perfect” while I look at the ground. I can’t bring myself to explain how frustrated and upset I now am.

Sean seems to consider me and the camp for a few short moments before holding out his hand.

“Walk wid me?” he asks and after a moment I smack my hand into his. He tugs me through the camp towards the water and then along the shoreline. So that if anyone really wanted to, they could see where I am but still giving us privacy.

We walk for a good 5 minutes or so, talking about nothing in particular, until we reach a dry area far enough away from nosey ears. Sean plonks himself down on the ground and gets out his pipe. I sit next to him and lean back on my hands, enjoying the sun and quiet. For a few seconds.

“So. Super-secret circle. Talk.” he mumbles while fiddling with the pipe. I’ve been telling him for years that a circle definitely needs more than 2 people. I love how much he cares though and like Arthur, I won’t get away with pretending I’m fine.

“Okay. But super-secret. Swear on your da.” I say sternly. He holds up his hand, clutching the pipe to his heart. “I swear on me da and any other MacGuire folk out there.” he says.

We’ve been doing this forever. Finding a quiet place and swearing our oaths. It’d always be his da and for me, whichever brother I liked more at the time. It changed daily. I don’t even remember how it all started, just that since I met Sean, I felt like I had a real friend. He never judged me. Not that he really has a leg to stand on if he tried! But he’s never tried.

I’ve told Sean my deepest, darkest secrets and he’s told me his. Like when I was pouring medicine from different bottles into the fire one night as a child, just to see what would happen, and I caused a mini forest fire….not my finest moment. No one but Sean knows it was me and no matter how drunk that boy gets, he’s never told anyone.

“I don’t really know where to start,” I say “I feel like I want to scream at Dutch. He…”

“Nah nah, not Dutch” Sean interrupts and I quickly snap my gaze to his. He can’t mean? “I saw the way you lookt just then by da horses. Positively….forlorn” he teases, “that ain’t about old Dutch.”

I take a moment to breathe. I can feel my face heating up and I actually think I might be sick. When Sean sees my obvious distress, he softens and squeezes my knee reassuringly. “You can tell me Em.” He says quietly.

I nod. Of course I can tell him. He’s Sean. This is our circle. Or whatever a group of two is. A pair? Yeah, a pair. A secret pair. That sounds dumb.

“Em?” Sean’s voice breaks me from my inner monologue.

“Okay” I say quietly and close my eyes. Maybe this would be easier if I wasn’t looking at him. “I think I might…like someone.” After a couple seconds of silence, I open my eyes. Sean looks…relieved? He begins to chuckle.

“Is dat it? Jesus Christ Em, I thought you were pregnant or summit” he laughs. I find myself feeling quite alarmed at his admission. “What? Why!?” I ask while glancing down at my stomach and feeling it, “Do I look pregnant?!” Surely I can’t look pregnant, we hardly ate in Colter and since then its hardly been a banquet every night!

Sean’s laugher subsides and he shakes his head. “No no, course not. But I’ve never seen you look so…so upset and…and confused?” he explains with some difficulty. It’s almost as if his thoughts are as jumbled as mine are. “You like someone though dats good. Right? Oooh is it our young Lenny? He’s a fine chap.”

I smile at his excitement. “No, unfortunately it’s not Lenny. It’d be nice if it were actually. You’re right, he’s lovely.” I admit.

“It um, it ain’t Bill?” Sean asks tentatively. I can already see where his mind is going. He must have been watching me when they were getting ready to ride out. “No” I laugh “It’s not Bill Williamson”.

Sean dramatically performs the sign of the cross. Wrongly I should mention. And thanks God. I brace myself for the next question. If he thought it was Lenny and then we’ve ruled out Bill, I know where he’ll go next…

“Okay” he regains his composure, “So, Javier?”

For a moment all I can do is blink at him. Javier? Where did Javier come from?

“Um…no. Not Javier.” I say slowly. Almost like I’m confused by my own words.

“Why not? He’s a sexy man!” Sean shouts and I burst out laughing. I also feel the need to look around as knowing our luck Javier would be standing nearby and he’d be very confused. But also, probably very flattered. That man likes to know he’s fanciable.

“Yes, yes he is. Shush!” I giggle and Sean takes a big puff of his pipe. He blows out the smoke and pokes the top of it while scrunching his forehead like he’s in deep thought.

“Okay, so not Lenny or sexy Javier. Or Bill, phew by the way….hold up, I will fookin’ end him if it’s that O’Driscoll sod!” he shouts equally as loud. “Hey!” I shout back “1 he is NOT an O’Driscoll and 2 NO it’s not him”. I smack Sean on the arm for being so mean about Kieran, poor guy.

“Well then I am fookin’ stumped.” he mumbles, throwing his arms in the air theatrically while holding his pipe in his mouth. He then seems to have a moment of clarity and I feel myself wanting to vomit again. He takes the pipe out of his mouth slowly and quietens down. “It” he clears his throat “It isn’t…me?” and this time it’s my turn to laugh.

“Alright!” he says mock defensively and I will myself to calm down. “No” I say through the deep breaths, “It’s not you Sean. I love you but….no” I finish with a kiss on his cheek. He smiles “Well thank goodness for dat. We’d make a great baby though if we were dat way inclined!” he states and we both laugh.

“Can you imagine? My brains, your hair! The kid would be unstoppable!” I wheeze and we take a moment to calm ourselves down.

Sean coughs and empties his pipe.

“Alright I’m done with the guessing game. Em, who do you like? But just know if you say Arthur or John, yes you are sick and yes I will dump you in the middle of nowhere to be eaten alive by wolves.” He smirks and at his statement I want to vomit but for a very different reason.

“Ew Sean, why?” I cringe before taking a deep breath.

“It’s um, it’s….Micah.” I whisper and look out at the water. I can’t imagine Sean’s face right now and I don’t want to look. His silence says everything.

“Right. Okay.” He says slowly and all of a sudden, he gets up and throws me over his shoulder.

“What the fuck Sean!!!” I shout as loudly as my position allows. He starts to walk further down the shoreline, away from camp.

“Well you’re clearly beyond hope so I’m gonna find some wolves.” Sean replies and I can only groan and hit him on the back. “Oh put me down you prick!” and with that he plonks me unceremoniously onto my feet. My hair is everywhere and I take a moment to pull my skirt down. Once I’ve gathered myself and the bloods rushed back to my brain, I see he’s laughing and I punch him in the arm as hard as I can.

“Ow! Violent little ting aren’t ya? Dat why Micah likes ya?” he laughs and I feel like I’ve been hit in the gut. All the wind has been completely knocked from my lungs and my eyes go blurry with tears.

It’s in that moment I realise, I like someone for the very first time.

And they don’t like me back.

[maryellenjunior]

A dream

„Not a car, yet?“

I turn my head. The soldier from 2 days ago, sits down next to me. A sad smile on his thin lips.

„Cigarette?“

„Yeah, thanks.“

We smoke in silence. My head hammers. I've drunk too much the last two days.

„I can drive you.“

„You live there?“

He shakes his head.

„No, but I see that you want to get there and you don't like trains and you need a car and I'm going to drive home, to Minsk.“

I take another shot.

„How do you know I don't like trains?“

His brown eyes regard me knowingly.

„None of us will ever enter a fucking train again, I guess.“

I lookt at him carefully.

„I guess you're right.“

_______________________________________

„When we first arrived in Budapest, in this empty apartment, we didn't talk for good three days. We'd just slept, lay down next to each other, embracing the other like our fucking life depended on it. We'd been so tired. I had been so tired, I think, never, ever after that I had felt so empty, dull, just done with everything. But it had gotten better. We had had each other. And out of this pit, this fucking pit of horror, we had pulled each other out of it. And so we had tried to live.“

„And then?“

I shrug, take a drag, look out the window.

„And then...,“ I look at the soldier.

„He went off and never returned.“ His face doesn't flinch.

„So you're looking for a guy who left you, a guy who is either dead or even if he's alive, what if he actually fucking abandoned you? Did you never think about that.“

I ash into the wind.

„No,“ my voice is raspy from the smoke, „no....I know he would not abandon me.“

„Why did he leave anyway?“

„I was sick with a fever and he wanted to get a doctor, something, anything.“

„Fuck,“

Now there's silence. I appreciate it. The wind is harsh, gets colder the further we drive. I'm not nervous though I should be, but my mind wanders off and I feel empty and that's okay, it's quiet peaceful actually. The leaves have fallen and every tree looks dead, or broken somehow, naked, like a puppet without a dress. The trees get more, the people less. And after a while there's nothing but deep woods, without any trace of civilization.

„It's fucking weird, I think you know more about my life, than a man I already lived with almost ten years and fuck, I don't even know your name.“

His brown eyes smile at me.

„There's not much to tell,“ he chuckles. „My name is Jakob, everyone I loved besides my sister is dead, and now I am a Jew taking care of Germans.“

And out of nowhere, I say.

„Come home.“

„What?“ His head turns to me. And I see confusion there, maybe even rage, but beneath that, I see ….longing...and strangely, I understand him.

„Come home to Eretz, go to your sister and then just take this car and drive to Italy there'll be a ship to home.“

Jakob grins, shakes his head, with his somewhat too long hair.

„You're crazy, come on. I just...we-“

„The last time our people said we don't go, we lost everything, so no, you gonna make it exactly like I said. End of discussion.“

And we drove on. It got darker and it started to rain. I didn't take a cigarette in my hand, till we arrived in the hotel.

The room is freezing amd we both just fall down on the mattress, still dressed.

I turn the light off and into the dark I hear Jakob whisper:

„Good night, David.“

„One last question,“ I whisper back. I feel the weight of the mattress shifting, as he moves his body closer to mine.

I turn my head., look into his dark eyes, the moon leaving little sprinkles on his face.

„Why don't you think I'm crazy? Why don't you judge me, by just having a dream, to think a person is alive?“

His cold hand touches my cheek.

„When my mama died, she stood at my bed. So, no, I don't think you're crazy.“

I move closer to him.

„Good night, Jakob.“

He embraces me, pulls me closer, closer, closer...

„Sleep well.“

__________________________________

I start to shiver, though I am not even at the door, yet. And I haven't knocked yet. It's a small house. Made out of stone, old.

I was never so frightened in my whole life. What if he isn't Anton? What if all of this, is just the stupidest, craziest fucking idea, I ever had?

So I stand there, Minutes pass.

Suddenly, a man opens the door. My heart plummets into the pit.

He looks at me. I stare back.

I feel like someone just took the bones out of my body and I'm nothing but a pile of flesh.

And then he flies into my arms, bursting into hot, dashing tears.

[lonespektr]

October 10th: OVER THE GARDEN WALL yesterday got me wanting to watch the whole series, not just the pumpkin one, which was my favorite the first go round

Double feature since it's the weekend

god that kid needs full time supervision

I would be much worse than cone hat brother

You have beautiful eyes

Wrecked this whole dudes house/mill

So many helpful warnings hunter dude

Stilll creepy

The bird has great expressions

That pumpkin lookt like ut did a princess monoke creepy white forest things where the heads go all the way round

So i just

Is that one a giant skeleton???

I don't know why the went with stupid noses on a normal face

Welcome back larry

Big bro just assumed he was abandoned

All the huntsman said was go north

The kid is good with words he on't got no damn common senee

It's VERY hard to freestyle

Does the kid have mismatched shoes?

Hes a shit big brother

I really feel like subconsciously hes hoping greg wanders off he will literally get himself killed and he won't have to deal with him

The town where everyone defined themselves by work

There's a lot of great voice actors

The horse wants to steal

Trash the whole friggin house

Poor man, on the brink of madness

When i was human fool

Wait is it dark or light out

Lol i forgot the horse got a job

No sense letting greg hold them damn pennies

Bird betrayal

Those sissors are like the sissors that cut fate

Bird melted her only way to get human i thought they just escaped

I still don't know what's with the black turtles

They cured the girl

" i don't care what you do" is the bottom line for the boy

I remember i hated gregs dream sequence

This is where we see older brother is a bum

What year is this

I thought he just had a mix tape because he was a stupid retro nerd

But the lamp is old

Poetry and clarinet

Awww he at least put the frog hunt on hold

He can't read social cues at all but he also clearly has add

I forgot the guy wasn't a jock and he was a creepy

Older car too

Lol eat more dirt

La bestia

Wait he already fixed the mill?

I just realized

Trees for the lantern

He didn't return the rock!

[amcoolhhaha6]

So am gonna do some write some things i whant to happe warning swering

Charicters my bother alex hes 17 my sister karol shes 4 my mom Ema my dad max my crush David hes 14 Eric Jessica crush my bff Jessica shes 13 my enimy nela David girlfrind shes12 Maya erics girlfrind shes 13

and my dogs simi and sindy i Will show you a photo of them and me Julie am 13 lets get started

So i woke up to my bother crying becc He dident have weed so i woke up and i got dresst for school and my dogs simi

This is simi and this is sindy

So i took them on a walk beffore school and then i whent to school and i saw Jessica and i whent up to her and she told me that she saw Eric kissing a other girl And she whas crying so i said go and tell him you like him go she Said no its not like you would say that to David....... What EVER so lets go to classs ok in classs teacher so am gonna make a group Julie David and nela next Jessica Erik and Maya i whas mad that jess ad to wach them kisss NOW thats when i lost IT i stud up and sad YOU KNOW WHAT ERIC JESS LIKES YOU SO YOU BETTER NOT MAYA KISS HER OK OR YOU WILL BE DEAD Eric Said i dont Care About her and i lost IT Again so i yeld SO WHAT YOU DATED MAYA THE WARST GIRL EVER JESS DESERVES BETTER THEN YOU DICKthen the teacher came to me and and Said you are gowing home missie classs dismis so David came up to me And whas like did you Just say that and i whas like yes am sorry its ok i fore give you then Maya came up to me and slapt me then David came and He Said Maya stop go away and then He Said Julie i like you Will you be my girl i said yes so a cople yers past am 15 NOW so i whent to school and

Karol came to me And Said she had a crush aaaaahhh ok so i whent to classs and i did this dance

In classs and the boy where looking at me And jess came to me And Said me And Eric are dating then my bother alex came in my classs and the girls in my classs lookt like him And Said Julie is that your bother hes hot i said ohh hes ugly Julie where rich WHAT no way omg bye jess David come lets go so we where in a limo and when i came home i saw a mantion i whas so supprised and happy at the samé time so i whent inside And my room whas 10 Times bigger then Last time i whas so happy then i whent shoping whith jess and David And i whent to sleep next Day i whent to school and saw jess crying and i whent to her and she Said Eric Brock up whith me i list IT Again i whent up to him And saw him kissing my sister WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOWING GET OF HER YOU DICK HEAD YOU BETTER LET GO OF HER I LIKE HIM JULIE NO YOU CANT DO THAT GO HOME GO AWAY FROM HIM NOW THATS THE BOY YOU LIKE YES ITS HIM GO HOME NOW JULIE WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOWING YOU CANT DO THAT YES I CAN

End of story like if you whant more

[bookloover35]

Enjolras x fem reader - please dont leave me.

The revolution is Starting to get near and i'm really scared. I want to help but Enjolras refuses he think i can get hurt and says " the barricades is not a place for girls".

Why do all men think that just becuse you are a girl, you can not defend yourself.

Right now i'm sittning in the Cafe with Eponine and listening to Enjolras speech or trying to.

Enjolras: Tomorrow during his funeral will show them that they must listen. VIVA LA FRANCE

Les mis: VIVA LA FRANCE.

Tomorrow i dont want it to happen but i cant change it. I dont want too lose anybody everyone in les mis is like my family and the one person i am most afraid to lose is Enjolras. Me and Enjolras have known other for as long as i can remember and i started to fall in love with him when i was 16 and he dose not know it.

I want to tell him but i know he only sees us as friends so i try to keep my feelings hidden.

The only person how knows about my feelings for Enjolras is my two best friends Eponine and Grantaire.

Eponine: YN hello YN did you hear what i was saying.

YN: what oh i am sorry Eponine i was thinking about something. What was it you where saying.

Eponine: Hm were you possibly too busy watching Enjolras and dreaming.

YN: What Eponine no i was just thinking.

Eponine: YN you know that you cant lie too me ugh why cant you just tell him that you love him.

Just then Garntaire came and satt himself down beside me.

Garntaire: tell ho that you love them.

Is he serious has he completely forgotten that am in love with Enjolras. It feels like it only was yesterday that i told him. It was after a rally when we were back at the Cafe.

Garntaire had ask me if i wanted a glas of wine and i said yes and that was a stupid decision.

Long story short i told him EVERYTHING.

Eponine: Her feelings for are soo breve leader himself do you not remember.

Garntaire: oooh Enjolras.

As soon Enjolras heard his name he looked up at our tabel.

Oh no i am going too kill Garntaire. I look at Enjolras and sees that he is staring at me oh no what am i going to doo. I can bet that i am blushing like hell.

I just start too wave to him and smile and hes just waving and smiling back at me.

YN: Jesus Garntaire could you talk a little higher i dont think the rest of Paris could hear you.

Garntaire: I agree with Eponine why do you not just tell him.

YN: I've already told you that okey. Can we just stop talk about it now.

I look back at Enjolras and start to dream again.

In the dream

Me and Enjolras are lying on the grass just looking in too each others eyes. The sun is shinging and it makes Enjolras look like a God. His blue eyes are staring in to mine (y.e.c) ones.

Then he leans towards me and whispers something in my ear.

I start too smile than i look at his lips and then back to hes eyes i then hear my self start too whispering "kiss me".

He starts too lean in but before ours lips touch i feel that someone has put their hand om my shoulder and waking me up form the dream.

I lookt up and saw ho the owner of the hand belong to and was greeted by two beautiful blue eyes.

Enjolras: YN are you okey? He ask as he sitt down next to me where Grantaire just two sit i was soo in the dream that i did not noticed that Eponine and Grantaire left and that it was only us left.

YN: oh hi Enjolras i am okey.

Enjolras: You know that i know when you are lying YN i am your oldest friend.

Why must he be so perfect

YN: i'm just a littel nervous because of tomorrow, i'm scared.

He takes my hand from the table and just holds it.

Enjolras: I'm scared too but we must do something people are starving and the rich do nothing about it.

I remove my hand and get up from the teble and goes to the window and just looks out on the streets.

YN: but you can die. I whisper.

I start too feel the tears but i try to keep them inside but i break down when i start to realise that i can lose him.

I started too shake and i cried so loud that i dident noticed that Enjolras had got up from the teple and was walking up to me.

Enjolras took me in too hes arms and was just holding me while i was crying in his chest i could her him whisper in my hair.

Enjolras: Shhh its going too be okey YN.

YN: how do you know that. I said through my tears.

Enjolras: If i die i die than i die for our contry and i am doing it not just for the people i am doing it for you too.

YN: i just dont understand why i cant come with you.

Enjolras: YN!! We have talkt about it.

Hes says as he moves his arms from me and puts hes hands on my shoulders.

Enjolras: You know i dont want ju to get hurt.

Then hes takes away hes hands and starts to walk over too where hes things are.

YN: I am not a little kid enymore Enjolras!!!

Enjolras: We are not talkning about it enymore your not aloud to come and fight and thats final.

He shouts at me while he picks up all of the papers and when hes done hes starts to walk to the doors but before he opens the door he start to speak.

Enjolras: I couldent forgive myself if you got hurt.

Then i here him open the door and whisper.

Enjolras: goodnight YN

Then i here the door closes and i can see how hes walking Away from the window and still with tears in my eyes i whisper out loud and wishes he was still there so he could hear it.

YN: please dont leave me

[midnightmisadventures]

Hi im camping and i had more boat/cruise dreams. First there was some weird shit. Some sort of cult guy or someone planning an event but gonna turn it into a trap thing wanted me and my friends help. But we thought it was funny? Like why were we laughing. Like at the very least me, h$, p, a, and claire were sitting around at a makeshift version of our apartment and this guy. Reminded me of the high septon and he was talking about this event? Maybe partnering with Spa but then he kinda under the rug mentioned "yea and then im gonna keep them and kill them" or eat them or some shit. And we kind of heard him and we knew that he was batshit but we were just trying to tell eachother what the fuck did you just hear that??? And like laughing. Anyway someone broke that convo by hearing over an intercom that a cat was lost in the apartment complex outside. So ally starts freaking out and everyone stayed in and was still.laughing about the guy so i went to help ally and calm her down. We ended up finding blue but she looked skinny and her ears were cut off and she was scared and trying to get off of me when i held her. And scratcing me and i was tryna keep my cool in front of ally cause she was in custody?

So thennnn we're on a cruise and im in this one spot with a bunch of people tryna make it back to my friends and this cute guy. Very much bumble diego vibes came up to me and said "hey beautiful" and put his arm around me and walked me to the deck. Like it was night but trying to go.overlook and see the water. Granted. No issue getting to outside the  deck which is surprising but still once we were there couldn't see water. Anyway, so we sat down his arm was still around and it wasnt weird or creepy. It felt like thus whole cruise was people our age and i was very comfortable and happy with the fact that he was so forward and complimenting me and thought i was pretty.

So anyway we're just talking and flirting and it was very aesthetic but i was v much in my head about if i could see myself with him? Is he cute enough? I shouldn't be picky right? Is he intelligent enough? And i said "i bet you take a lot if girls here? How many girls.have you taken here already?" Kinda as a joke but seeing how he would answer. And he was avoiding it but his female friend next to him.looked at me laughing and was like "yeaaa cause i was with the last girl.he took here" blah blah blah. And i eas trying not to show.that that stung or scared me a little.because i was like hmm okay this guy just wants to fuck. I think im okay with that, thats okay. His name was Lang btw

Then somehow later im talking to this other guy and he wasnt as cute but i matched his personality more. I felt like i could be a little more authentic, he was white and gave me alt film guy vibes. Somehow i was hanging with his whole friendgroup and they were going though drama or something bad but all being so nice to me and imcluding me in as their friends vut also lookting to me for emotional support. Like his friend was crying on my thigh.

- From a memo 9/9/21 during camping

[libidomechanica]

Untitled Composition # 11319

I touch of earthly love, love to save poor Lover!     For stealing out a sencelesse stone. Turk, or Jew; where the child of state, nor would write the     Muses your eies be Saphyres plainer and press? When all his glory also, and dewdrops     with her circle their rose with her locks bright ray, men to death, for the hillock turf, a     lullaby doth projected, we are

now part of roofing and, soon as the eye. And caverns     in a Prayer, or two: but if thou woxen art. And thereto doth not rise now,     than simple head, daily, I pluck sweet peace with countless fleece of all, lasts everything but     dust on th’ anguish to blaw! Stay then, oh then, stoop, since that come to heroick mind display     when the lies buried, for yonder

I see Tweed’s silver: and if the Right and Good and     hoary. Eventually return, that many thou hast ravished my heart cries, that about     her hame. As wrecked men deem they say, is that this fair enchantment can the moon, the passions     to sweate, the Bridegroome starts his shorn peers, and weary night; slow heauinesse she doth thy     deerest reliefe vayne man thy hair it

is strange, and I had been slowly but exquisitely     nurtured like a hawk, an’ it’s like the Past. Upon the hands. Yet little good hath got,     and his fill, flyes back her dark-grey hood.— He turnes hir selfe the art, I honor rayse no     word was heard you in your conjectures. That nether love is dead: but heaven! Abandon     then thy place. In what then cloud of these

essence fine into the mere nothing—into stupid     sleep o’er-power’d me in midst of all that began her, shaped her boddice sae blue, and     Peace, and pray, whereof at first hint of life is dreary, he comes it thy west wine forbeares,     that I then by the flourished turned shirt and faint breath skin feather,—an ill death to ease.     Now we’re all may will be dear, and soon

it lightly, and black as a raven. Turn away     half the square. Grows lush in juicy rubies, pearles and speak strange, and modest graced so. Soul;     and so the feather happiness that bids me we’re alike, are ye Queene not us—a     third—To thee doe compare. Right have bright, loue lyke but vaine to be cross-line show it, that image     of them moved and debauchery,

with the fair form had gone again, and then would quake.     With shows but harder wonne, though in me ye playnts which the weel-stockit farms. Of liuing fire kindle     thine oath to love not rains on the edge of having, in naked come down into growling,     loth retires, bordred with which with penance fill’d up his aged hands their artillery     forth lookt in a new morn. The lark,

’tween light his sullen day has run but to prove, your     great snake, whose ragged precious charge you, O ye daughter of their freckled with flowers. Than     Leda’s love, my fair healthy tread, which seemed too soon and I shall be by him amearst with     showers and young, and lay in dispute; I shall stir no sighs but singes and blooming flats.     Nor to the skie: and warmth, which now his

mazde power to find and the tann’d harvesters rich     a one; to be cross’d the tip-top, there let none euer liue, then that all the pitchers, in Sleeps     armory; with wine, we changeful chance haue such graces, and fitly set. By night; that     sits on spray, my pining lights, going towards the false heart-flame of hopes crowded youth, nor let     the world is of the nighting each mortall

mirrhor, as he disappeare. Meet, if thou wast     to see. Such pride disdeigneth to depart, let the world’s dusky brink. Not oat-sheaves drooping     weeds, and soon I shall shroud, sith all powders of Jerusalem, by their way to battell,     and the littering with velvet moss uprose; and haply may forgets her fine screens     flickering voice of my prison I will

once vouchsafe to grope for him, hesitates a moments     crept. Thou art beauty strange. Or mermaid o’ the stubborne hart of all aliue most pride dare     not liquor: thy beauty bound. And placing a rumpled crimson feather, but who, of men     doe seemed like a thread to th’ utmost mite make my love, until a gentle wit, and     felt. Broken with no contend no more

endure on the hamadryads dress my uncertain     that she may be read of deadly gasp no man e’er panted form of all past, making direct     your bright; and in your loue learned from Tom&Jerry, and bear thee. And wilt thou shined neuer     it be dispelled. Woo’d and make me made, complexion seek, and tongue, and his lips with force     of fear it be named here a new

Pandora see. Thou fairest-blossom, as underneath     the going away: let’s get that would take my vows, and that having seen his body borne     before the Muse hath kindle liuing brest. That Majestie commends to dash thy nervous verse, even     while burning in turn like purple robe he would raise; but if that happy changeful     chance meet some succour desolate place,

Wi’ havins and therein you must ride, as I kenna     thou be good, slander doth one looke with mid-day heat. Potions of eisel gainst her bloodstreams     around the cave is secret grief, here in the sandy shore where such wretches that heart     nectar-brimmed. And I shall be spent, that she would pull from the figured flame. In the hill, though     by choice and the love should stir her

sorrowes the stress? Part of stone, that she will give a     grand politic, that it be taken in by none but in two, nor can be got, in which     the Furies fell the whole! Did like must that in the greater sorrow out of my body     dip into a shady, fresh green nets blue hare-bells light foretell my forces late     The chariot last into the rest.

[valkurious69]

My Sweet Sacrifice CH. 6

Okaaaaaaeeeeeey so it’s a chapp. I’m wrtoin tia haff aslep so don blame me if its kinda croozy. I was jus lek DOEET an my brains like cool k cmere fone

--------------- “Hay I’m vex how’s your sex lyfe gurl”

“Wot??” I screech as he pulls me in2 his car. Wed just laft the hot docs palace not evun1 min ago and alrady dis guy was all up in ma groll. Topical. I know what it means whena men asks bout my sexy life.

They wan in.

“It jus lookt like I was interrupin some sorta lovers spat back dere,” he clericfied, starting up his all black chargr w chrome metal detaling sides. The seat wee all black velvet leather and the stealing wheel was all black sude w chains warped a round and connected in the centre by a sliver skull head. Even tho I apprech the goth, I was still sorta salty about bein quest shunned an abdicated by wannab Cry Bby. (AN: SUCKA DICK)

“Pffbt lover squirrel...” I repped, foldn me arms and scootn down in teh set. “f U mean how I was been attacked by her lover than shore. It was a Quirrell.”

“Ey feet offta dash!” He chapped, snappin his fingers and suddenly movin my feet magically 4 me bak to da floor. That got my attendance. Butt ass soon as I opera my mouth, he filed it. “Ah so ur dee otha womun... that explanation it” he mused vexingly.

“Ex plane what? Liek how you can contorts mah boody??” I wasn’t about 2 let dat go so ease lilly. “Oar who u really arr??”

His laugh echolocated thru da car frondly. If I want so mad iwoosa bean aroused. Wit his accent it sounded pretty nice, like a posh cackle. Maybe he was a hot warloxk. Aloe east a sorcererr. Whatevs he was he was def dork.

“I’m surpassed u don kno me,” he chortled after a whale, smiling w his eyes while sterling w one hand, resting an arm on the windoe. “Or at least remembers me. Does is this mean has widdle Tamskn forgot all aboot her fave babeh sitter?”

I grasped loudly.

“Yor MY vex!??” I creamed, jumpin up in ma seat. I hadn seen that guy sense I was jus starting in the valk acadmy!! He locked hlla diff tho, which is why I din reckon eyes him. (AN: sum ppl look soups diff after years laterrre!!11!111? It’s not wired is grown up!!) I laffd in my head at it, he was such a prepp b4!! Used 2 where polos an jeans an no makup. An now...I guess sum ppl do find their tru image l8tr.

Even added an accent an everyfing.

“The 1and only lovie,” he grinned chekilh. “And lucky lil you, u get to refresh ur mammory all over again, cuz guess who’s back in da bay sitting biz for today only!” He winks and fingergummed at me.

I razed an eyebro. “So u R kinaping me.” I wasn’t evn mad anymor honestly. Anything 2 get outta class. “Who sent u? My mom?”

He cukled, voix deeper than ush. An kinda hot, tbh. Maybe I culd make an assception n screw mah bbysister. While I was imagering what kinda things he could occupy my time w, he spoke again. “moar like mumsy’s BfF, the mighy miss morrigan”

Ok w that I turned 2 lock @ hymn.

“Woa whoa woah...” I razored my eyebrows all da way up, hands out in teh backup jest you’re. “U mean 2 tell me that da Moron asked u to kidnape me??”

“Kid nap is such an ugly term,” he mused cryptology, smirkn two himself in da review mirror as he adjusted it. An then his goat tee. “I perfer ta think of eat like... temperately acquired. I beleaf the morrign’s extract words were ‘relive the joys o yer previous employ meant’.... which, no offense to mumsy, I’m not exactly keen about doin”

“Niece 2 sea you wan 2 hang out sooooo bad,” I equipped snidely. “Not extractly hapee myself bout it...” even tho in secret truth I was axtually warmed up 2 him now. Kinda evan exited to catch up some. I mean, he did turn out petty cool n all..

“Well..” he fished, censoring my poutiness. “wot would u rather, I drop u back off at dear ol doctors so you can finish gettin ur eyes clawed out in a catfit, orrrrr...” he snerked knowingly despite my fold armed stare. “Stick wiff me an get an all-expensive paid shopping trip courtesan of the Morgan?”

An dats how we found ourselvs at a nearby Hot Tropic.

“OMF!!!11!11” I squelled, grabbing a thousand peaces an thorin them behind me 4 him 2 catch. “I cant beleaf dey got da new rave line out already!! it want even supposed to be available til next month!!!//!!”

“Yah yah...” he rolled eyes from behind a mountain of sequels and hollagraphic prints. “Butt listen, if ur gonna rally blend in2 that concert so u can catch Dysome.. (AN: She told him in da Carr bout this sick as concert dyson was gonna B @ and her plan 2 catch him while thur. Plus it’s leik her faaaabe alt indie underground band so like. Two birds w 1 Gaston) then u shuld leave this 2 the professional” He jerked a thumb at hisself.

“Woowwwwwwwwwwwwx100” she reptiled, turning on him w hands on hips. “Way 2 assume u can out-dress a girl!” (AN: she’s a FEMMIKNITS, okaaaayyy?? All vaklurers are all bout women over men, got it?) “Weigh two assume u no how 2 dress @ all!” he snerked back, already grubbing some peaces off there hangars. I pooted an gave him my beast glare b4 he thru all my close to the flooer an pushed his picks in2 my surprised arms. “Now git yer a$$ into da changeling room so u can give Ol’ Vexxy a proper shipping montage grrrrrrrrrrrl!” *snap snop*