#putting more music on my phone for my trip because airplanes are loud

[ljussangen]

Feeling stressed out but also excited.

[miekasa]

okay but what about airport!levi? he gives quiet businessman vibes sitting in his slacks and turtleneck

IN HIS TURTLENECK 😭😭 He would also be quiet and to himself, but not in the emo way. You got me thinking about all of them now, so here are my other thoughts about the boys at the airport.

Levi

He thinks the idea of separating classes on an airplane is beyond stupid, but if the flight is particularly long, or particularly packed, he’s not above paying for business class for a little extra personal space for the two of you.

When he doesn’t do that, tho, he never picks your guys’ seats ahead of time, so sometimes you’ll be separated. Good thing he’s also not above lying at the check-in desk, “I’m in Zone 1, could my wife be seated next to me so that we can board together?”

They respond with an “of course,” and move your seats together, and Levi walks back with a content nod of appreciation. You are not married, and marriage sucks about as much as class separation on a 30 foot long plane, but it has its benefits.

Masks on, regardless. No debates. Pandemic or not, the mask stays on. Do not perceive him, keep the pressurized air sharing to a minimum.

Doesn’t wander much in the airport. There’s nothing in there that he hasn’t seen already, except for the marked up prices on touristy t-shirts.

And if you wander, he’ll usually just sit in the waiting area to watch your bags while you window shop and do your thing. If you’re gone for more than 30 mins, he might call, under the pretenses of, “Making sure you didn’t get lost. You know that Starbucks was near gate 41 to the left, not the right, right?” Like he’s a comedian or something 🙄

He does encourage you to get snacks before you board, tho. Airplane food is gross, and he would much rather pay for a $13 sandwich that you can snack on later, than for you to have to eat mush.

He’s got a little portable mug he takes with him for when he’s wants to buy a hot drink before getting on his flight. It’s cute.

Doesn’t fall asleep on the plane ever. No matter how long the flight is—at most, he’ll take a quick power nap somewhere in the middle if it’s over 9 hours, but other than that, he’s good to go.

Doesn’t mind if you fall asleep, and he always adjusts your neck pillow to make sure you don’t get cramps.

Jean

Travel champion. This man loves being in the airport even though he’s convinced it’s a time capsule, he fucking loves it.

King of “your airport fashion matters, babe.” Not necessarily wearing a whole three piece suit, but he does put in a little effort; it’s not just the first pair of sweats he has laying around.

Swears coffee tastes better in the airport. It does not. That does not stop him from buying it. He should learn to quit tho, especially for someone who hates airplane bathrooms as much as he does.

Charming with all the security personnel and desk assistants. You could be checking in for a flight at 4am, and Jean’s got people smiling and cheery for their shifts.

Bitches about the selection of movies on the flight, and learns to just download his own ahead of time. Gets really startled when he’s watching something and the flight attendants try to grab his attention for food or drinks—the very loud, classic, Jean Kirstein “HUH?”

On that note, he also gets startled by the loudspeaker announcements in the airport. He doesn’t know why he has to hear about American Airlines flight 2170 to Cancun, when he is not on American Airlines flight 2170 to Cancun.

Not opposed to paying extra for better airplane food or drinks on the plane if it’s the right time of day. He always finds something to toast to, plus he likes to treat you whenever and wherever he can.

Takes care of your overhead luggage and helps out the people around him if he sees they’re struggling. Gets shy when you call him a gentleman for it, and he rubs his neck, grumbling, “I was just helping the line move a little faster.”

Great timing, generous, will pick up your checked bags for you, and already rented a car a week in advance: 10/10 travel buddy.

Porco

He doesn’t like planes and there’s no solid reason why—nothing bad happened to him as a kid, and it’s not even that rare unfortunate incidents freak him out or anything—something flying just makes him a bit uneasy.

He won’t say it though, and he tries to keep it together when you’re checking in, but you can tell he’s anxious once you’re sitting and waiting for your flight to board.

He’ll ask to switch seats if you have the window seat, because somehow the feeling of being boxed in between the plane wall/window and another person makes it feel more like a car than a plane and he’s okay with that.

Going to the airport is one of the few times he hair won’t be styled, and falls in his face a bit. He usually throws on a beanie to cover it up, but you think he looks pretty cute either way.

Can’t usually fall asleep and he hates it because he just sits there thinking about the worst for the entire duration of the flight. But when you travel with him for the first time and coax him into taking a nap it’s so much better.

It’s about the only time he’ll let himself be publicly babied by you; but it makes everything so much easier that he doesn’t even mind.

So now, whenever you get on flights, he just puts his hood up, lays his head on your shoulder and waits for the magic to happen.

Bonus: you’re traveling with his friends, and Pieck and Marcel past to your seats, surprised to see Porco fast asleep on your shoulder. Pieck squeals, going on about how you must be a wizard to have gotten him to nap, to which Marcel just shakes his head, “Nah, he’s just really in love with her. Look at his face, that’s the calmest he’s been since he was five.”

Connie

Loves the airport. Not an ounce of organization in his soul though. By that I mean, yeah, he’s probably forgotten his passport at home, or forgotten that a full size bottle of body wash cannot go into his carry-on luggage.

Forgets to wear shoes that easy to take off and is fumbling over himself after the security check trying to lace them back up or put them back on.

Likes for you guys to have coordinating sweatsuits, and even though you don’t travel super often, Connie’s got at least 3 pairs of them lined up for you guys.

Sweet enough to drop plans or rearrange his schedule to travel with you if you were originally gonna be alone. He knows you can handle yourself, but he doesn’t want for you to travel alone if you don’t have to, especially if you’re going someplace far and/or for an extended period of time.

He always finds breakfast food to eat before he gets on his flight (if you two even have time to spare for food that is). It could be 9pm, but Connie’s asking for a breakfast wrap.

Hates waiting in the little pre-flight area. Claims it’s boring as hell and that’s why there’s no reason to get there 3 hours early 🙄🙄

He always spends at least 30 minutes browsing all the movie and TV show options available on-board, loudly exclaiming in excitement when they have something cool to watch—only to fucking fall asleep 10 minutes later. Right on top of you when he was oh-so-excited to watch Madagascar 2.

Always steals the aisle seat, even if it’s yours. It’s probably for the best though, because he has to get up to pee at least twice, no matter how short your flight is.

Makes some cheeky remark about you meeting him in the bathroom. He doesn’t mean it... unless he does. Unfortunately, you’ve never... successfully been able to do that out of fear of being caught by the flight attendants, but there have been a few quickies in the “family” (“It’s ethical, because technically we’re participating in the act of making a family, babe”) bathroom before you boarded. It’s his fault, not yours.

Armin

He really likes planes, and traveling in general. I think trains would be his favorite mode of transportation, but airplanes are good too.

I hate to say it but he claps when the plane lands. I will not elaborate or defend my stance on this.

Prefers the window seat because he likes to look out at the clouds as he’s in the sky.

He took his passport photo a little before he cut his hair, so the security personnel always hold it up and flicker between his ID photo and his current appearance a few times before stamping it. It makes him a little embarrassed because he can’t tell if they think he looks better or worse and sometimes he’s really fighting for his life convincing them that that’s him in the picture 😭

Listens to music rather than downloading a movie or watching a show, and always brings wire headphones to the airport so that it’s easier to share and listen with you.

If you fall asleep on him first, he’ll likely fall asleep on you shortly after. If he’s tired enough, he’ll fall asleep first, though he’s somewhat embarrassed and disappointed because he wanted to see the descent and skyline outside.

When he’s not asleep or window-watching, he’s somewhat fidgety out of excitement, rather than nervousness. He’s excited to be traveling and looks forward to wherever you’re going, even if it is just a weekend long work trip.

Hates traveling alone, though. It just feels particularly lonely to him to be going someplace foreign without company by his side. So, he’ll call you at every checkpoint and send you updates.

He only ever buys two things in duty free: shot glasses with the name of the city/country you’re traveling to, and whatever variety of button down short-sleeves are available to him.

Erwin

You knew this was coming, but this man is absolutely at the airport 18 hours before your flight takes off, and he’s driving like a manic getting there, like you don’t have all the time in the world.

Fascinated by anything and everything in duty free. Definitely spends more money than necessary on your return flight on the grounds that he was getting a good deal.

Exchanges money in the airport and keeps cash in his fanny pack. There’s no traveling without the fanny pack.

Plays crossword puzzles on his phone on the plane, and it’s just about one of the only games he has. That and Candy Crush—I get the feeling he’d be on level 500+ of that game and he always knocks out at least 10 levels on a flight.

Always a little surprised when he feels his your head on his shoulder, but he says nothing, and acts like he didn’t even notice, but there’s a telling little smile on his face.

Takes the most foul selfies of him and your sleeping self. In his defense, he had the best intentions; but that angle was flattering nobody. It’s too bad he’d already paid for the in-flight wifi and sent it to Hange because now you’ll never live them down.

You could probably get him to put on a (skincare) face mask during your flight. He forgets to take it off tho, and if you don’t tell him, he’d fully walk through customs with it on his face.

Accidentally gets drunk because he doesn’t understand that just because he can handle several glasses of whiskey in his favorite bar on a Friday night, does not mean it will translate on a plane.

[tinawritesstuff]

Andiamo a conoscere la famiglia

(Let’s meet the family) 

Pairing: Chris Evans/ Fisrt Person Reader

Wordcount: 4.7k 

Warnings: smut, NSFW, read under caution

Request: “Hello!! If you’re still taking requests I was wondering if you could write a one shot where the Chris evans and age gap reader go on vacation with her family for the first time and it’s just supa sweet maybe even a little smutty? Thanks a ton”  by the lovely and patient @bellamy-morley-blake​ 

A/N: This is my first CEvans OS and I don’t know what lead me to write the tittle in Italian, but oh well. Hope you enjoy it! Don’t forget to reblog and comment if you like it! 

CEvans taglist: @mrsnegan25​

When I agreed to be Chris Evans’ girlfriend, the thought of him meeting my family never really crossed my mind, considering that I never thought our relationship would go further than a couple of dates.

And I’ve never been more thankful for being wrong. We’ve been together for half a year now, and things have been wonderful. He’s the most passionate guy I’ve ever met, about his job, his hobbies, his family and now, me.

We met in Disneyworld, at Magic Kingdom to be more precise, and to say sparks flew instantly would be an understatement. I was traveling with my family and him with his, and we met on the line for one of the rides. He asked for my name and then we started talking, completely forgetting about our relatives and the line ahead and behind us. After that, we went to a couple of dates, inside and out the parks at Disney, and as they say, the rest is history.

Since the moment our first date started, I knew that Chris was the type that my parents would like for me, even though our age gap was kind of obvious. But that didn’t matter so much, specially to us.

The idea of spending the holidays with my parents was mine, and I was nervous about the outcome of it and how Chris would react. I happened to be wrong, again. My boyfriend was thrilled about the idea and was excited because he’d wanted to meet my relatives for a while. So, we decided to surprise them with a trip to the Bahamas. The idea was to departure, each of us, from the locations we were in (Chris and I from Boston, to L.A., and then to the Island; and my parents from my hometown), and we would all meet and check in at the hotel.

I close the zip of my bag and let out a big huff, because I’m finally done packing my clothes and necessaire with my “lady stuff” as Chris calls it. After days and days of procrastinating, the day of our flight finally arrived and my luggage wasn’t even half way made. So, I had to go full speed and get it all together a couple of hours before leaving.

Chris texts me, saying that he and his brother are on their way to pick me up to go to the airport. I reply back with a “Ok! Can’t wait!!!” and then finish packing the last necessities.

After some minutes, I don’t know exactly how many, my phone starts ringing and when I go to pick up, I see that it’s Chris. Who else, duh?

-          We’re here, baby! Do you need help with your bags?

 -          Uhm… I think I got it. But come up here to give me some kisses, I’ve missed you. – I pout and I hear him laugh.

 -          Okay, babe. I’m on my way up. – he hangs up and I keep packing stuff on my carry-on baggage: phone charger, earphones, passport, airplane tickets, etc.

 I hear a soft knock on the door, then it gets opened and Chris comes in with his childish smirk. I smile back at him and walk fast to his waiting open arms. When I reach him, I jump on him, wrapping my legs around his slim waist and my arms around his neck, and he holds me tight against him, putting one of his hands on my back and the other under my butt.

I grab his face with both my hands and bring him close to me, to seal our lips in a deep kiss. The last time we saw each other was ten days ago, and I can see that he missed me as much as I did him. When we break apart, he smiles at me and I peck his nose, then his cheekbones and finally go back to peck his pink and full lips. Gosh, how I’ve missed him.

-          I’m afraid that, if you keep this up, we won’t make it to the airport. – he says between pecks and I nod my head, but don’t let go of him.

He then puts me down, seeing that I have no intention of doing so, and grabs my face to give me one last full, deep kiss. We separate and he goes to grab my big bag, silently asking with a nod of his head if there’s anything else I need him to carry, to which I shake my head no and he nods again. I go grab my backpack and then we both take off, me closing and locking the door once we’re outside. We walk hand in hand down through the building I live in, till we reach the lift. Once inside it, we make small talk about his latest projects and my online classes. He talks a bit about A Starting Point, how the interviews have gone and how it has impacted to young population (me included, and I’m not even from the U.S). I feel so proud of him, he’s achieved a lot, after working so hard for it.

When we reach the first floor, the metal doors open and we walk to the reception of the building, where Albert (the doorman by the entrance) greets us and opens the door for us. When we step outside, I thank the kind man and we both walk to Chris’ car, where his brother Scott is waiting for us. My boyfriend opens the trunk to get my suitcase inside, and I open the back door to get into the car.

-          Hi sweets, how are you? – greets me Scott once I’m seated, with a big smile on his handsome face.

 -          Hello, handsome. I’m pretty well, how about you? – I smile back at him and lean forward to kiss his cheek.

-          Awesome. It’s been an amazing couple of weeks lately.

 -          That’s great, hon! Tell me more about it.

I pay high attention to him while Chris climbs on the passenger seat, and Scott tells me all about this new guy (Steve) he’s been seeing lately. I love how happy he is, he definitely deserves it. 

On our way to the airport, we share what each of us has been up to in the time we didn’t see one another, while Chris controls the music with his phone that is connected to the stereo via Bluetooth. “More than words” by Extreme sounds through the speakers and my boyfriend looks at me through the side mirror and smiles lightly at me, letting me know with that gesture that this song is dedicated to me, to us.

The thing is, we haven’t told each other the ‘L’ word yet and the worst part is that I don’t even know why. We love each other, we show the other that we feel that way, but expressing those words out loud has proven to be a difficult task. 

I smile back at him and lean forward to leave a peck on his shoulder, with the car seat between us. Scott keeps making small talk, and sometimes the three of us would sing whenever a classic song comes next. It takes us at least forty minutes to arrive to our destination, and when we do, we still have one more hour to do the check in and wait to board our flight. Chris and I go to the check in and dispatch area, where we hand the kind old lady our passports and tickets, and she does the procedure to send us, later, to the boarding waiting room. We say goodbye to Scott, with huge hugs and kisses from my part and a tight hug with a pat in the back from Chris, and we go to the security scanner to get ourselves checked. It only takes us around twenty minutes, and we are finally able to go to wait for our flight to be announced.

Some fans come to ask for pics with Chris, and he can’t refuse them. They stare at me weirdly, making me feel anxious in a way, because I’m not sure how to interpretate those looks. Are they mad? Are they judging me, or my relationship with Chris? We haven’t gone public yet, so I don’t really know what they could possibly be judging me for. So, I decide to let it go for now.

A voice in the speakers calls for the attendants of our flight to board, and that’s when he can finally come back to me. He gives me a sympathetic smile while I collect our stuff and I just wave it off. It’s not a big deal. 

After almost thirteen hours of flying and waiting (five hours from Boston to L.A, then three hours waiting for our next flight, and finally four more hours to Bahamas), we make it to the hotel around six in the morning, completely tired and with zero energy to do anything but sleep. We leave our bags next to a couch the room has, and I decide to go and take a quick shower to remove the airplane smell from my body. When I’m done, I get out of the bathroom with just a towel around my body and one holding my wet hair, and I spot Chris soundly snoring on the bed. I let out a little laugh and then proceed to get comfy in one of his shirts and one of my black thongs he loves so much. After that, I go lay down next to him until I can’t keep my eyes open anymore and fall deeply asleep.

The next day, I wake up tangled between Chris’ limbs and I let out a big yawn before circling my arms around his back, closing my eyes and kissing his naked shoulder. I feel him stir and then turning around to face me, leaving a trail of kisses from my face down to my neck and shoulders. He keeps pecking every inch of skin he can reach, until I open my eyes and smile lightly at him, and he smiles back at me, before leaning forward to leave a sweet kiss on my lips.

-          Good morning, pretty girl. – he mumbles against my cheek and leaves a peck there.

 -          Good morning, big guy. How’d you sleep?

 -          Mmm… your incessant snoring actually kept me up for a couple of minutes, but I’m getting used to it by now. – I reply coyly and he lets out a snort.

 -          Like a baby, considering I’ve finally got you all to myself. – he smiles again and I back at him. – How about you?

 -          You aren’t what they call a light sleeper either, my love. Have had your fair share of snores as well.

 -          And I’m sure you haven’t been able to sleep properly for it, specially tonight. 

We spend a couple of minutes there, laying in bed, sharing kisses and silent touches, showing to the other that we lounged for this moment, after being apart for so long. The clock marks ten past eleven in the morning, and we decide to get up and unpack our bags. Chris goes for a shower first, and then joins me to do the task in hand.

After some brunch, we head out of the room after I receive a text from my mom saying that they were settled in the hotel (same as ours) and that we should meet them at the lobby. Chris takes my hand, and I can feel him sweating with the tip of his fingers cold as ice, touching the skin of my own. I take our joined hands to my mouth and leave a little kiss on the back of his, letting him know that everything’s fine, and he turns to look at me and smiles nervously but his shoulders visibly relax.

When we reach the lobby, I can see my parents waving their arms at us, and I wave back at them with a big smile on my face. I’m so excited about this.

Chris and I walk hand in hand to them and when we are face to face, I jump to hug both my parents after months of not seeing them due to my job commitments. They hug me back, telling me how much they’ve missed me. When we break our group hug, I turn to my boyfriend and stretch my hand to him, beckoning to come closer to us. He does just that, but stays an arm length to greet them with a handshake (I suppose), except that my mom doesn’t let him and pulls him in a big hug, taking Chris by surprise.

-          I’m sorry, darling, but we’re huggers.

 -          It’s ok, ma’am. I am one myself, but didn’t want to cross any line.

 -          I’m starting to like you and I don’t even know your name, son. – my father smiles and pats Chris on the back, instead of going for a full bear hug like my mom did.

-          It’s Chris, sir. Chris Evans, a pleasure to finally meet you.

The day goes on pretty much that way. Chris and my parents engage into deep conversations about diverse topics, like politics, sports, even religion. Dad explains to him the importance of meritocracy to make a citizen evolve (according to his point of view, obviously) and Chris gives his opinion about that topic as well.

We enjoy some time in the hotel pool, my mom and I sunbathing while our men chat away in the bar, and when the sun starts to go down a bit we decide to go and sightsee around the island. First, each of us go to our respective rooms, to shower the chlorine off our bodies and get into comfortable clothes.

Once that’s done, we meet again at the lobby, where my parents arrived first (because my man and I took some extra time to do… some extra activities), and were talking with the receptionist, asking him where we can visit. He gives us some maps that show the nearest touristic area, somewhere we could reach walking, and we all thank him before leaving.

We go to a small village, where local markets are still open to the public, and we all go our ways to see and buy stuff if we feel like it. Chris and I walk with our fingers intertwined, me resting my cheek on his strong bicep and leaving little pecks every now and then. I feel the love I have for him radiating through my veins, after the success of this afternoon, all I want to do is be with him, show him how much I thank and love him for today and all the effort he put to make things easier.

-          Look, baby – he says signaling a stand with different handicrafts on a table, with a lovely smiling old lady standing behind it.

 I look around, and Chris leaves my side for a moment to go and check out some of the rest of the stands. A quartz stone necklace catches my attention and, after asking the kind lady, I grab it between my fingers.

-          Each of the rocks have different meanings, you know. – the woman says and I look back at her – The green one you’re holding now represents prosperity and wellness, and they all change according to the color. The purple one goes for spirituality and meditation, the blue one for calm force and relaxation, and the list goes on and on. – she smiles sweetly at me and I back at her. – Any of them caught your eye?

-          The green one, actually. If you had two of them, it would be amazing.

 She smiles again and leans down to reach for something under the table, to come back up with another necklace just like the one I’m holding in my hands. She puts them both inside a little paper bag and I hand her the money, then I thank her and go back to my boyfriend.

We continue our walk until the sun sets completely and we decide to grab some dinner before heading back to the hotel. After dinner, my parents decide to go to bed early because of the long flight and the hours of endless fun they had with us, calling it a night. But Chris and I opt to go to walk through the beach for some time. And that’s what we do.

The path is silent, but nice. We walk holding hands and suddenly I remember the two pieces of artisan jewelry I have inside my little purse, which makes me stop my walk and Chris to look at me confused.

-          I got something for, well, us. – I say with a smile handing the pendant to him. He looks at me with a confused but lovely smile – When you left be on that stand, I saw these necklaces and instantly fell in love. The nice lady said they have different meanings depending on the color.

 -          Well, what does the green one mean baby?

 -          It’s a symbol of prosperity and wellness, according to her. And I knew I had to get one for each of us. – I take a deep breath. Okay, here it goes. – Today was lovely, with my parents and everything, you made it so special and joyful. I’m so thankful for you, that I had to get you something to express that, so this is it. This is my wish for us, a commitment I decide to make to you, for this relationship to be as prosperous and strong as this solid piece. Because I love you, and all I want to do is grow this love with you next to me, supporting each other and working hard to make it work.

 I finish my little speech with a crack in my voice, tears accumulating in my eyes, but I couldn’t care less, because I’ve been dying to let him know that I love him with every piece of me, every fiber of muscle, every single part of me loves him like I never loved anyone before. When I look up at him, I see the same emotions radiating from his baby blues, and he wastes no time to grab my face between his soft hands and kisses me with all the adoration he has for me, that I know he has.

-          God, I can’t believe you’ve made me tear up like this. – he says when we break the kiss and we both chuckle – You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, inside and out. Your words just made me fall in love even more deeply with you, and now I feel like an idiot for not expressing my feelings well enough. - He laughs in embarrassment – But the thing is, I love you with all of me, with every piece of mind and soul, in every way there’s possible, and I commit to you as well to make this love grow even more, and work for it through thick and thin. You’re my world, nugget.

Now I’m fully- ass crying. I hug him tightly, circling my arms around his strong shoulders, and he puts his around my back, lifting me and hiding his face in the space between my neck and shoulder. Chris leaves little pecks on the skin there, and finally moves his mouth to mine, sealing our love deal with a searing kiss. A kiss that holds every emotion we have and share, emotions we’ve been suppressing all this time. No more, though.

When we break apart, he asks me to put the pendant around his neck and he does the same with me, and with happy smiles on our faces we walk back to the hotel.

 We reach our roon and I can feel the change on the air. There’s tension, and Chris looks at me with a promise of a night full of showing me that he meant every word he said. I walk backwards, with Chris walking towards me, guiding me to the bed and making me fall on it when I reach it with the back of my knees. He crawls above me, placing both his hands on each side of my head, looking directly in my eyes. I smile at him, bringing one of my arms up to caress his bearded jaw, and he leans into my touch, leaving a little kiss on my hand right after.

Chris starts caressing my legs, from my ankles up to my thighs, leaving a path of goosebumps on my skin as he lifts my long skirt and rolls it up on my hips, leaving my covered crotch exposed to his starved sight. I let out a sigh when he blows a thin rush of air from his mouth, hitting my pussy directly, making me squirm because the contrast between the heat of my wet womanhood and his cold breath is evident and rushes a wave of pleasure through my body. He grabs both my legs with his big hands, opening me wide and exposing me even more to him, then goes and presses his nose right on my mound, inhaling deeply and closing his eyes while doing so.

-          You smell divine, doll. – he whispers and pecks my, still, covered mound.

 I let out an almost soundless whimper at that statement. His bed vocabulary is so vulgar, yet he makes it sound so erotic and sexy. He hooks his thumb and index finger around the waistband of my underwear and pulls it off, taking it to his nose and giving a little sniff that makes me close my eyes out of shyness. He can be so dirty, but oh so hot at the same time.

-          Open those beautiful eyes, pretty girl. I want you to look at me directly while I have this tasty dessert.

 I open my eyes, moving my body to be laying on my elbows and have a better angle to look at him, and he finally sweeps his tongue along my slit, teasing my clit with the tip once he reaches it. I look down at him, biting my lower lip and he goes back to the long strokes. Letting out a moan of protest at how slow he’s going, I grip the back of his head with one hand to make him go a little faster, deeper, harder; I don’t know, anything. Or at least I try.

-          Patience, my sweets. Marvelous things come to those who wait. – he says and licks up and down my opening a couple of times before pulling away

 Chris removes his polo shirt, exposing his tight chest muscles covered on all those sexy tattoos he has, and I find my mouth watering at the sight of his hot self. Then, he undoes his pants and pulls them down, along with his briefs, before coming back to be on top of me again.

-          I thought you wanted to taste me? – I pout and he smiles widely at me.

 -          I will, my lovely. Just wanted to get comfortable, don’t wanna mess up my pants with jizz, now do ya’? – his Boston accent comes out and I moan closing my eyes.

-          No, sir. We don’t want that – I answer in a small voice, biting my lip once again and batting my eyelashes at him because I know it drives him wild.

 He lets out a guttural groan at that and finally holds my legs, puts them on his shoulders to have better access, and dives in to eat from my wetness, like starved man. I yelp in surprise when I feel his mouth making out with my lower lips, adding his tongue to the mix, driving me completely crazy, and he wastes no time to flick my clit with the flexible muscle inside his mouth, then sucks it between his lips, making me mewl because he’s just so good.

 -          I swear you have the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tried, baby. So juicy, I could spend a lifetime eating you.

 Chris keeps his wonderful mouthy work, until he makes me cum the first time, adding his fingers to the process. It’s always like this: he makes sure I’m absolutely ready to take all of him, all of what he has to offer me, making me cum at least twice with his mouth only. I know I’m in for a really long night (but no one hears me complaining about it, oh no.).

The sensitivity in my core is too much, but he’s having none of it. He keeps lapping around my opening, then goes up and creates patterns with his tongue around my nub, drawing eights and different shapes to stimulate it. I grab a hold of the back of his head, making him immediately stop his movements and leave his tongue out, and I start grinding my wetness up and down his mouth, marking the rhythm and speed to my liking. I’m seconds away from coming, and he knows it because this is what I usually do when the pleasure his mouth gives me overwhelms my senses.

After a marvelous second orgasm, he climbs on top of me again, caressing my legs and pecking every inch of skin he reaches as he goes to my kiss my mouth. He places himself on his elbows, placing them on each side of my head, and with one delicate thrust he goes all in, getting a low and long moan from me and making me cling to him with all the sentiment and passion I feel for him.

-          Fuck, baby. You’re so goddamn tight, still can’t believe this little cunt takes all of me in.

He lets out a low groan after that, being so into dirty talk, he can’t keep himself from saying the nastiest things I’ve ever heard right in my ear, which adds more lust to the situation.

Chris’ thrusts are slow but hard, taking his time to let me feel all of him inside me, making me moan and arch my back to him. He moves his arms to hold me close and still, taking his hands down to grab my ass, all while he’s still pounding into me. I grab myself with a firm grip on his shoulders, kissing him passionately as he becomes more agitated and uncoordinated, meaning he’s close.

One of his hands travel to my mound, and it doesn’t take him long to find my sensitive bundle of nerves and he starts rubbing it in swift but decided circles to bring me close to my third climax.

-          C’mon, baby. Cum for me, I can feel your tight pussy clenching around me, I’m right there with you, let’s cum together.

 The intensity of his words, the flicks on my clit and the powerful thrusts of his pelvis inside my channel, are enough to bring me to the ectasis that has been boiling inside of my lower belly, making me moan and groan out his name. The sudden tightness around his cock are what makes him go still and let a growl out of his pink and bruised mouth, releasing all of him inside my womb.

Riding me through my orgasm and his, Chris slows the pace of his thrusts, until he pulls put completely and lays all his weight on top of me, not that I mind in the slightest. I kiss his temple a couple of times, while holding him close to me, and I feel him kissing my shoulders and neck. Once our breaths are settled and calm, he rolls over to his side of the bed, bringing me with him to lay y head on his chest and interwind our lower joints. 

-          Thank you for today, love. It was amazing – I whisper against his pec and kiss him there.

 -          I should be thanking you, baby. Your gift got me even softer and weaker for you, and I thought that wasn’t even possible – he chuckles and I with him.  

-          It’s just something for you to remember me when you’re away working. 

 -          I always carry you with me, my sweet girl. And I always will- he whispers and then closes his eyes – I love you so much, honey.

 -          I love you too, big guy – I close my eyes and let sleep wash over me.

 We fall asleep like this, together, holding each other in a mix of sweat, body fluids and a promise of always loving each other. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

[hikarimiyanaga]

I'll Always Be Yours Pt. 2

Pt. 1

Second Song: Eroplanong Papel (Paper Airplane)

You finally leave Russia to go to America and try to find the love of your life.

An update!?

I just need to write three more songs and I will finally finish this series. And while doing that I'm also writing a Wanda fanfic too.

.....

I'm suddenly writing fanfics again, considering that there's like a hundred plots waiting for me in my phone.

*shrugs*

Oh well. Inspiration hits when Inspiration hits.

Warning : More Angst

Wait, don't be filled with misery

The hope you dream of will also come

Isn't it enough that you have love

In your heart that is irreplaceable?

You smiled

-

You yawn as you go through the mall. You’ve finally decided to come to America to hopefully find Natalia. It’s been a week since you’ve got here.

“Y/N?” A hopeful voice calls out your name and you turn eagerly… only to be met by fangirls.

“Yes. It’s me.” They squeal and ask for photos, which you oblige to. When they leave, you sigh in relief.

“Rough girls?” You grin as you face Silvia. She’s your bodyguard who doesn’t really stop fangirls because she’s one of them. She’s been a fan of your paintings since you started.

“Not really. Just… America is intense.” Silvia scoffs at that.

“More intense than Russia?” You laugh at that and shake your head.

“Than Philippines.”

“Ah.” You hum and the two of you begin walking again. As you walk by a fountain, you could see that it’s base was occupied by couples. And you can’t help but remember her.

Her soft lips that you can’t get enough of. Her hands that seemed to mold with yours. Her sexy body that you can’t stop worshipping. Her voice that pants out your name. Her laugh that you could equivalate to heaven.

A single lone tear escapes your eye and Silvia eyes you worriedly. You quickly wipe the tear away and wave away her concern. And then you smile. Those memories… you hope to make them anew and add even more to them. God, you hope you’re not too late.

-

Blow the wind in your hand cold

Moaning voice, in my hearing

Your thoughts and feelings will fly away

Can it still get to her side?

You close your eyes

-

It’s winter now. You write in your journal. You decided to let Silvia on her own vacation after she spent the last five months with you just roaming around on this country. You blow into your gloved hands, hoping to ease the cold. You were in Alaska and it was cold as fuck. Damn.

Journal, it’s been months since I’ve been here… Can I ever find her? Is there hope? Even if there isn’t. I just want to see her one more time. To remember why I wake up every day. Why I still wait for her heart to come back to mine. I don’t care if she’s happy with another person or if she’s forgotten me. Just please. Let me see her. Let me see the love of my life.

You whine as you put your pen down. That’s it. Tomorrow, you’re leaving… Is this why your mom makes sure to leave Russia when winter comes around? Goddamn, you’re lucky she always takes you to the Philippines for Christmas. You read over your words and close the journal. You close your eyes and hope the words reach her.

‘Please, whoever the fuck I have to believe I will believe. Just. Let me see her again.’

-

If my prayers are not heard

Reach out at every moment

I have to shout, I'm yours

The prayer of the heart is you

-

You’re in Los Angeles now. You’ve been here for three days and you’ve been drunk every single night. It was a temporary high, you know, but it makes you forget about her even if it’s just for the night. You stumble upon your hotel room and reach the balcony. You’re not that drunk to think to jump off from the 15th floor but you’re that drunk to shout out your frustrations.

“GODDAMN IT!” You shout and no one replies, only various car noises and loud music. “JUST ONCE! FUCKING HELL! I JUST NEED TO SEE HER AGAIN!” You didn’t care if it was hurting your voice. You wanted to do something to ease the pain you’ve been feeling. You sob as you slide down on the floor. “I JUST WANT TO SEE NATALIA AGAIN!” You punch the floor and wince as your fist connected to the solid rock. “I’M STILL YOURS, NATALIA! PLEASE!” You breakdown and sob as you hug your knees to your chest.

Damn it. It was the only thing your heart wanted. Her. So why can’t you find her?

“Goddamn it.” You say and you sob again.

-

Wait, don't hold back your tears

Your feelings will rise to the ceased destiny

Your palm will reach the desire

Can it still get to her side?

You close your eyes

-

You were now in a random mall. You took a deep breath when you see her red hair. You were about to call out when she kisses the man behind her and all of your words. Your declarations of love get stuck in your throat. And all you can think about-

“Oh.” You say then you laugh. Many people look at you but not her. Never her. It seems that she has really forgot you. Your tears fall down before you can even stop and you cover your mouth to not let the sobs out. Then you realize… was it really her? You stop outside and you see them both get into the car. You meet her eyes for a second and all you could see was unfamiliar. She was not yours anymore. She’s not the Natalia you always knew. The Natalia that you’ve loved. But as the man pulls away from the parking lot, you hold a fist over your heart… Because damn it. She really does still have that effect on you. You close your eyes as you hear their car drive away. You let the pain wash over your whole body and you kneel.

You finally saw Natalia again… But she was not yours anymore. You sob louder this time as you make your way to your car. You lock it and sob your heart out.

-

And with every stiffness of my resentment

You will not be approached

I’ll Just beg

If my prayers are not heard

Reach out at every moment

I have to shout, I'm yours

The prayer of the heart is you

-

You stand outside the Avengers Compound and sigh. You researched on her. She goes by Natasha now. You resent her. You gave away your life for her. Every single time that people begged you to let her go and you still held on. You gave away every single year just to fucking wait for her. To make sure that she has someone to go home to. And she was here. Enjoying life with Steve Rogers. The wonder boyfriend. Captain America himself. You scoff as you let the pain take over your heart.

“Hello?” You turn and see Steve Fucking Rogers himself approach you. He’s holding bags of groceries and you smile sadly at him. “Can I help you, ma’am?” He asks politely and you almost punch him… but you knew that it wouldn’t do anything. He’s a super soldier for fuck’s sake… and you… you’re just you. Nothing but a past memory and a phantom from her previous life.

“Just.” You pause as you try to get the words out. “Please. Take care of her.” He tilts his head in confusion.

“Who?”

“Nat.” You grin.

“Oh. Do you know her?” You shake your head at him and begin walking away. Tears fall down as you walk away from the compound’s gates.

-

“Well, that was weird.” Steve says as he steps into the kitchen.

“What was?” Natasha asks as she eats the remaining sandwich that she got herself.

“There was someone outside. A woman.”

“And?”

“She was just staring at the compound when I arrived. Then she asked me to take care of you.”

“What? Me?”

“Yeah. Nat can only be you, right?” She drops her sandwich and grabs Steve’s collars.

“What direction did she go?” Steve furrows his brows at her behavior.

“To the park? Do you know her?” Natasha nods and quickly gets her jacket and wait for the elevator to take her down.

“I think so!” She answers as the doors closes.

-

She runs to the park and tries to find you. She smiles as she spots your hooded figure. She runs to you but she slowly comes to a stop as she hears you sing. And oh was your voice beautiful to her ears. But your tone… You were crying as you sang.

You let the music drown out your pain and you begin singing along as you cry. It was as if these lyrics were made for you. You sang in Filipino as you learned it in all your trips there.

Natasha cries silently as she listens to your broken voice. Your quiet sobs and hiccups. What has she done? Why didn’t she come for you sooner? She’s always thought that you were better off without her. That being with her meant that you were also in danger. But as you sit there, singing while crying, she couldn’t help but want to punch herself. You’re crying. And goddamn it, if you were not beautiful. Natasha never forgot you.

She sits besides you and you don’t notice, still wanting to get all of your pain out before you go back. Before you paint again. You finally stop and pant.

“Nice song.” She says but you don’t answer. You were still trying to catch your breath. And she let you rest before talking again. “Y/N.” She calls out but you don’t answer again. Were you avoiding her? She then notices the earphones on your ears and how she can faintly hear music. God. How loud was the thing?

You close your eyes and sigh. She takes an earphone out and you flinch away as you stand. Who the fuc-? Your words die on your mouth, the moment you see her.

“Nat.” You say softly and she smiles at you.

“Y/N.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I wanted-“

“It’s too late, Nat.” She flinches and you take a step back. You run a hand through your hair. “You should go back and I will too.” You put on your hoodie and power walk away from her.

Nat was about to go after you when her phone suddenly rings. She sighs and answers it when she sees that it’s Fury.

A/N:

I'm not crying, you are. Also, no one can stop me from killing myself with Angst.

I'm considering of posting for everyday if possible? Considering I'm going to be home, doing absolutely nothing since Professor are actually considerate for our health... Which is new.

So if I do finish some time this day or next week, then everyday it is.

[bxdbxdboy]

Character Development

BASICS

Full Name:  Luz Noceda 

Alias:   Apprentice

Nicknames: Bad Boy, (Luz Squad) B.Boy, (herself) Soft Boy, (Cottage) Baby Boy, (Eda) Nice Boy, (Sunny) Sweetheart (Bee)

Sex / Gender:  Female, Nonbinary  (she/her/hers, he/him/his, they/them/theirs ) .

Right or Left:    Left 

Age:   16.

Height:   5'6″.

Eye Color:    dark brown

Hair Color:   Dark brown

Distinguishing Marks:  She has a raven tattoo over her scar she received trying to stop her villain in her timeline. She’s shaved her left eyebrow in the middle to match her friend’s scar.  

Paragraph Of Physical Traits: She’s got a rather strong build which means she has no weak nerd arms and a significant amount of muscle to her arm. Her hair is slicked back like a wave and it’s always been like that it just has always naturally curled and folded over in that direction. When she sleeps it gets wavy or spikey sticking up like a parrot.

FAMILY / RELIGION

Parents / Guardians:     Camilla Noceda 

Siblings: n/a  adopted Brother King.

Marital Status:  Not married. 

Significant Other(s): Bee (Amity-Bee), Blushy (Amity in her timeline)  

Children:   N/A.

Other Relatives:   Many Many cousins, aunts and uncles and cousins on both sides of the family. 

Pets:   Bunga, (familiar, honey badger) Saturn, (familiar magical Owl) Calypso. (palisman Sable)  

Friends:     Cottage, Sunny, Iris, Bee, Lucky, Otter, Puppy, Gus, Willow.

Enemies:     Emperor Belos. 

Ethnicity:     Latina 

Religion:     None. 

Beliefs:    N/A

Superstitions:    black cats, broken mirrors. KARMA!

Languages:   English. Spanish. 

Diction / Accent:    Spanish 

SCHOOL / WORK / HOME

Education:   Public School / High scool leverl/ Hexside

Degree(s):   Not yet. 

Occupation:   Local Power washer for her boiling isles, Food delivery, Potion distributor. 

Own or Rent:    Neither.

Living Space:   Eda’s home in the owl house, Her home in the human realm, and Magic Treehouse bedroom. 

Work Space:    N/A.

Main Mode of Transport:   Skateboarding, Walking, running, or flying. Can drive, will learn, will drive without license. 

PSYCHOLOGY

Fears:      Being replaced / abandoned,  her anger issues, her home getting concurred, loosing her friends, venomous snakes, possessed creatures, dark mimics. spiders, The deepest depths of the Ocean, Slender Man, Siren Head.  

Secrets:    A big softie just doesn’t want many who meet her to realize it. 

IQ:     Was never formally tested,   but she may not be as intellectually gifted as the other Luz’s There’s a big jock mentally mindset to her as a whole.

Eating Habits:  Ravenous Appetite, no matter how much she eats she’s always asking for more. She can put some food away if someone has something they’re saving it’s too late she’s already gotten to it. 

Food Preferences: She enjoys Hot Wings they are her most favorite food besides Pizza coming around at a close second She likes a lot of junk food candy, cookies, chips of all kinds. On occasion she will eat something green though like some lettuce with taco meat or a green pepper. She’ll eat it all everything under the sun and even be adventurous eating a wide margin of other foods. She almost always has hot sauce on her there isn’t a single kind of meal she doesn’t love covered in the hot stuff.  

Sleeping Habits:   She sleeps well, for the most part, when she isn’t attempting to be a night owl she falls asleep relatively quick, even rivaling some of the younger Luz’s with how early she can fall asleep. It’s likely she has sleep apnea as she has tendency to snore so very loud and wakes up during the night in cold sweat, when she stops breathing from night terrors. She will oversleep until almost 2:00 in the afternoon if not monitored.         

Book Preferences:   She’s not a big egg-head book reader like the rest of the squad is the most Bad Boy read in school was “Animal Farm”, and The “Lord of the Flies”, in high school two books that peaked her interest a little bit. She also enjoys listening to Cottage read some horror books it’s the most she’ll really listen rather than use her eyes to read, in fact, one would say she struggles to read efficiently. 

Music Preferences:     Hip Hop, Rap, Dubstep, 80′s music, The Weekend, Various artists. 

Leader or Follower:    She likes to be the boss, but will occasionally follow if she doesn’t have to do much. 

Planner or Spontaneous:  Spontaneous! All of her ideas are never planned out she definitely does not look before she leaps. Her leaps are full of optimism and happy stupidity. The only time she tends to plan is when Bee holds her hand and forces her to take a step back. 

Journal:    Nope

Hobbies:    Dancing,   listening to music,     training,    watching videos / shows,  exercising,  roasting members of the Luz squad, doing dangerous stunts, skateboarding, basketball, baseball, (more so the batting range)  Surfing (Prior), Deep woods exploring, practicing her magic, teaching her familiars, (Saturn and Bunga) Listening to music, Swooning Bee, Video games, Baking Pizza, Breakdancing, Beat Boxing, Collecting Hats, Serenading, Dancing, Snuggling King.

How Do They Relax:  By listening to some calming beats privately, counting to 10, or at any point stroked by Bee she curls and becomes softer. 

What Excites Them:  Competitions,  Wild magic, Magical Creatures, Parkour, Plane Crash videos, Unus Annus, Dogs! Kitties, Being in charge, Buffalo sauce, Food!, Flirting, 

What Stresses Them:  Bossy individuals, Strict Parents, Rude people, Being inside the Emperor Castle, Being the butt of the joke, Tests, Explosives. Needles. 

Pet Peeves:   Vegan food, Whining, losing games, Being accused of being a perv, mocking, people stealing her hat,  Lucky sending her cursed images. 

Prejudices:  high horse, pretends not to be a trouble maker to stay in good graces, struggling to not be hostile towards her doppelgängers, 

Attitudes:   Closed off, Laid back, Aggressive,  or chill and cool depending on who you are. Bad Boy appears to be the “scary” anger issues Luz that is liable to explode at any moment and when she does her face and ears can get as red as Bee’s. You’re either in good graces with her or your not, she’s not always easy to approach unless you have a good sense of humor than she cracks up with you about stupid jokes. 

Obsessions:    Her shoes and hats, her favorite music, lids, BEE

Addictions:    Does addiction to sugary cereal count? because oh my god-!!

Ambitions:     Defeat Belos in her timeline, find a way to get adopted as a sibling by Cottage Core, Have her own identity outside of Cottage and the Luz squad.   Become a powerful witch, Make her mom proud.  

ASTROLOGY / PHISIOLOGY

Birth Date:    November 26,    2005.

Sign:    Sagittarius

Traits Associated with Western Sign:  loyal, smart, assertive, and compassionate personality   

Chinese Zodiac Sign:    The rooster

Traits Associated with Chinese Sign: active, amusing, and popular within a crowd. Roosters are talkative, outspoken, frank, open, honest, and loyal individuals. They like to be the center of attention and always appear attractive and beautiful.

Handwriting:     It’s okay…;      fairly sloppy.

Sexual History:   N/A.

General Health:     She takes pretty good care of herself as far as hygiene and having a good confident attitude.  experiencing some struggles with her adhd, bad posture leaves her with some back pain.

Mental Disabilities:      PTSD,   ADHD,  depression,  

Allergies:   Seasonal.

OBJECTS KEPT IN

Purse / Bag:  Wallet, towel, water bottle, Treehouse keys key chain,

Wallet:     Photo ID, Gold, Cash, rings, Brass knuckle, 

Fridge:     Chalked full of between meal and frozen pizza. 

Medicine Cabinet:  Bandages, Healing Potions, Icey-hot muscle rub,  

Glove Compartment:   Parking tickets, Trespassing tickets, concert tickets. 

Junk Drawer:     fidget spinners, gum, pens, sharpies, stress balls. 

Backpack:   Hats, Snacks, Mints, hair gel, Extra clothes, socks,  pepper spray, hand sanitizer, suntan lotion, hair brush

Desk:   Doodles, Paper Airplanes, Crumpled up Paper.

Clothes Pockets:    Phone, Hot Sauce packets, hand warmers, stress ball.  

OTHER

Halloween Costumes:   A zombie, the cementary is hiring.

Talents:    break dancing, beat boxing, fighting in close quarters, self defense, making Luz squad question their sanity, making jokes, flipping her hat. being annoying. 

Politics: Nah. 

Flaws:   stand offish,  moody,     blunt and direct,   vain,  doesn’t like to be on the losing side indecisive, selfish,

Strengths:  Her optimism, strong sense of personal integrity, avoiding the status quo, free spirited, confidence level, good sense of humor.  

Drugs / Alcohol:    N/A. No who invited? 

Passwords:     The most random shit. 

Prized Possessions:   Her hat passed down by her oldest cousin, her unus annus sweatshirt, a small wolf plushy named Akela 

Time and Place:    Currently, at the Treehouse interviewing new members of the Luz squad. She just got back from a trip and she has jet lag.     

Special Places:      The treehouse, her original house, The owl house, the forest where she goes to meet Blushy, The cliff by the Grom tree, the beach. 

Special Memories:   Meeting Eda and King then running into Cottage and Bee, Becoming friends with Cottage Core learning magic from them, Teasing Belos and Hunter with Cottage Core, Dancing with Bee at her Grom, becoming a polyamorous couple with Bee and Cottage. Being accepted into the Luz Squad. 

Tagged by:    Stole it from @witchesborn​

Tagging:    You,    if you want to do it.

[yespolkadotkitty]

Crosswind, Chp.2

A Frankie Morales x OFC love story

Chapter 1

Thanking my loves @songsformonkeys and @heatherbel for the beta and the enthusiasm! <3

She woke to a hand on her shoulder. Startled, she gaped at the stranger in the seat next to her, an inquisitive expression on his handsome face.

“Sorry, ma’am,” he was saying. “Stewardess couldn’t reach. You want something?” He removed his hand from her person, gestured to the trolley where an immaculately dressed attendant waited, trays of snacks in the multi-drawer cart she pushed.

“Oh. Um, thanks,” she told her fellow passenger.

“Blueberry muffin, apple chips, or fresh banana?” the steward asked.

“Chips. Thanks.”

“Anything to drink?”

“Just water, please.”

The stranger requested coffee - black, one sugar, no snack.

The stewardess moved on and Lara noticed the seatbelt light was off. She unstrapped, unplugged her headphones and put her tray table down.

“Thank you for waking me up.”

“No problem.” He had the headset hooked around his neck - a very biteable neck, she noted. 

“I’m Lara.”

His gaze flicked to her, and he paused, coffee halfway to his lips. “Francisco.” He took a sip, winced.

She smiled. “Bad?”

“It’s obligatory on aircraft, I think,” he coughed. 

They passed the next hour in companionable silence. Eventually the bottle of water hit Lara’s bladder.

“Sorry. I’ve got to get up.”

He nodded, unbothered, stood up to let her out. The top of her head would fit perfectly into the hollow of his shoulder, Lara noted, and that thought gave her stomach a serious case of butterflies. When she brushed past him, she caught a gasp of his scent - woodsmoke, citrus, clean sweat, coffee.

The bathroom was tiny but clean. Lara looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes could use more sparkle, but her Asia-straight hair was reliably tidy.

Has Francisco noticed?

Her belly tightened and she scoffed at herself.

You can’t just fall in love with every nice-looking man who’s polite to you. She knew her ego was bruised - and that hurt, because she was starting to realise that maybe her heart wasn’t.

She should be more torn up about Drew, but she felt… not a lot.

And that meant - what the heck did she do now?

She flushed, washed her hands, patted her hair for no real reason and returned to her seat. Francisco let her back in, a slight smile ticking up the left side of his mouth. Oh no. That made him hotter.

She did not allow herself to look at his left hand to check for a ring, or a tan line.

She switched on a recently released action flick that required minimal thought. At some point during it she looked around and noticed Francisco had the same thing tuned in on his screen. She glanced over - he slept, his chin resting on his chest. It was kind of endearing.

The trolley came over as the credits rolled on the action film. Lara leaned over and patted Francisco’s thigh to wake him up - it was the easiest part of him within reach.

He jerked away, his hand coming down to clamp over hers, eyes dark and hard as he met her gaze.

She recoiled for a second, scared.

“Shit. Sorry. Sorry,” he murmured, eyes soft now, large in his honey-gold, weathered face. Now he looked so very… tired. “I’m ex-military. Light sleeper. Not used to being touched.” He released her hand as the trolley rolled into view.

Lara recovered. “I thought you might be hungry.”

“I am. Thanks. And sorry - really. I swear I’m not the kind of creep who scares women for fun.”

Their gazes held for a moment.

“I believe you,” Lara said softly.

Dinner was mediocre - options of either a beef stew with bread roll or a vegetable pasta bake. Lara and Francisco both opted for beef with a diet soda on the side.

“So,” Lara said at length. “Military?”

“Pilot.”

“Wow.”

“The flying bit is. The military part, well. It’s a long story.”

I have time, Lara almost said, but she bit the words back. They didn’t know each other, and would likely never see each other again after the plane landed.

The stewardess came to collect the empty meals, and now that she’d eaten, tiredness caught up with Lara. It was full dark outside the window now. She started to close it, hesitated.

“Mind if I shut this?”

“Go ahead.”

She unfurled the blanket from under her seat, checked behind her - an empty seat, perfect - reclined herself, and, eventually, slept.

She didn’t dream this time.

*******

The light woke her, along with the dulcet tones of the airplane pilot over the intercom, and the blinking of the overhead seat belt light. The whirr of the landing gear made her sit up.

“We’re here?”

Francisco looked over at her from where he was packing up his headphones. “We’re here.”

Lara pushed her hair out of her face. Wondered if she’d drooled in her sleep. She busied herself with folding the blanket neatly.

“You got far to go?” Francisco asked. His voice still held that wonderful gravelly rasp that made her stomach flip - in a giddy, teenage kind of way.

“No, I’ve got a pick up.”

“Well, then. You have a safe trip.” His gaze held hers for a long moment, and she saw something pass through his eyes - sadness? Wistfulness? - and then the plane stopped, everyone stood up, and the moment was lost forever.

“You, too.”

She waited for the majority of people to disembark at KL airport before she stood up herself. She’d never liked the rush and press, the squeeze of bodies. Her hand luggage came free from the locker easily and the flight crew thanked her as she exchanged pleasantries with them and disembarked.

Francisco stood about six people ahead of her in line for passport control, head bent a little, curls sticking out of his cap, typing something on his phone. A message to his wife? Girlfriend?

Calm down, Lara reminded herself. But she did relent a little and let herself peek at his ass in those ancient jeans.

Great ass.

Figured.

She watched until he’d cleared passport control. The line of his back was quite something in that button-down; it fit him in all the right places.

And then he walked through the gate and out of her life.

The cheery Mr & Mrs Tuthill sign held by the smiley driver at the arrivals gate didn’t make her feel the sudden sadness she expected - more a sort of resigned numbness.

Had choosing to keep her maiden name of Chen for some stuff been a harbinger of her marriage failing?

No, we had so many good years. Didn’t we?

She just needed to escape her own fucking thoughts. For a while.

Wine, she told herself. Hotel, unpack, wine.

“How was your flight?” the driver asked in impeccable English. He wore a loud, oversized Hawaiian print shirt and an earring that glinted in the airport strip lights.

“Fine, thanks. Quiet.”

“Where is.. Mr Tuthill?”

“He won’t be joining us,” Lara said shortly, trying to keep her tone friendly. “Please call me Lara.”

“I am Ashraff.” He reached for her suitcase and she thanked him as he wheeled it to the waiting estate car.

“How far is the hotel?”

“About one and a half hours, Mrs - Lara,” Ashraff replied as he set her case gently in the trunk. “It is the closest one to the Elephant Sanctuary. Are you planning on a visit?”

“Oh, yes.” 

Ashraff went to open the back passenger door, but Lara hesitated.

“Um, do you mind if I sit in the front with you? Kinda lonely in the back.”

“Of course.” If he thought she was weird, he didn’t show it.

“I’ve only been separated from my husband a few days,” she explained, settling in and clicking in her seatbelt.

Ashraff flicked a glance at her as he pulled out of the pickup space. “I’m sorry.”

The car AC kicked in and Lara sighed. The heat was more than she’d expected - she’d become used to London and its usually mild or cold climate. 

They drove through the built up area of KL in companionable quiet for twenty minutes or so. Ashraff had the radio on, Taylor Swift playing. It was strangely comforting to hear familiar pop music.

“Have you been to the elephant sanctuary before?”

Lara jerked from her reverie. She’d been staring out the window, looking but not seeing, replaying pivotal moments in her marriage. What she could have done differently. If Ally were here, she’d be disgusted.

“No. My cousin runs it - but we’re not close. I’ve been meaning to come out for years, but…”

“Life got in the way?” Ashraff filled in.

“Yeah.”

And for the rest of the car ride, Lara closed her eyes and lost herself in her own thoughts, wondering what else her life had pushed from the path she could have taken.

She would never regret Drew, because he had given her Ally. But this whole time, had she been loving the wrong man?

And if she wasn’t Drew’s wife anymore, who organised lunches and dinners and client events and who kept the family’s schedule running tight -

Then who was she?

*****

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[donttellpeterparker]

Euro Trip

Summary: A trip of a lifetime right? Going abroad with your friends and the guy you were head over heels for... how could anything possibly go wrong?

Requested: No

Word Count: 2k+

Warning(s)?: FFH Based, Please don't read if you haven't seen FFH

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Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Euro Trip

''I have a plan!'' Ned turns to look out Peter with a confused expression.

''Okay, first, I am going to sit next to Y/N on the plane, second-''

''Wait what?'' Ned cuts in. immediately starting to disagree with Peter's idiotic plan to win you over.

''I'm going to buy a dual headphone adapter and watch movies with her on the plane, the whole time, third-''

''Okay...'' Ned buts in again, his eyes searching the classroom for you. You were currently sitting over with your friends, writing something down in your book.

However, Peter just ignores Ned's hostility and continues on.

''Three, while we are in Venice I was thinking of getting her flowers, though she doesn't really like flowers but she loves the Sunflower and Red rose combo so I figured I'll get her that but on a necklace instead-''

''Nice...''

''Then five, when we get to Paris, I am going to take her to the top of the Eiffel Tower, give her the necklace and tell her how I feel and... step six.... hopefully she feels the same way'' Peter eyes dart across to you as he uttered the last part, watching in awe as you tilted your head back and laugh at whatever it was your friends were talking about.

''Oh and don't forget step seven'' Peter's eyes go back to Ned in confusion.

''Step seven?''

''Yeah, don't do any of that'' Peter tries to hold in his scoff.

''Why?'' Why wasn't Ned on board with this plan, it was a fool proof plan. Peter had gone over every possible scenario and this was the best one, even Karen agreed. Though admittedly, he was slightly embarrassed that he talked to his A.I about this.

''Because I wanna be Bachelors in Europe!'' Now Peter scoffs.

''Man...''

''No seriously, I may not know much as a guy but I do know this, Europeans love Americans... and more than half of them are women!''

''Okay... sure... but I really like Y/N, okay? She's awesome, she's super funny in a kinda dorky way and sometimes I catch her looking at me and I feel like she-''

''Oh shh! She's coming'' Ned and Peter quickly both shut up and glance down at their work sheets in front of them which were both already done of course.

''Hi dorks, excited about the science trip?'' I spoke up with a smile, glancing at both of them. However Peter glanced up at me nervously, already feeling himself getting tongue tied.

''H-hi... o-oh yeah we were just... talking about the trip'' Peter plays with his pen in his hand to try and get himself to focus a little. His heart was beating faster and faster by the second. The crush he had developed on you came on very sudden, almost immediately when you guys became friends. I gave them both a weird look but thought nothing of it seeing as Peter was always like this. It was honestly the cutest thing to me.

''Yeah well, Peter's plan'' Ned interjects. Peter stiffens as his eyes widen.

''You have a plan?'' I asked Peter, my eyes never leaving his. God they were so chocolaty brown...

''Oh no I... I don't have a plan'' He had wanted to kill Ned so badly right now.

''Oh he's just going to be doing a bunch of school work while we are on the trip and collect some dining spoons from each continent'' Peter felt relieved with the smooth lie Ned had told you yet stiffened once again at the last part he had said. My eyes now glanced over both of them suspiciously.

''Like a grandmother?'' I had no filter with anything so I was always quite blunt. Peter's eyes widen as he quickly shake his head, pointing his pen towards Ned.

''No he'll be collecting spoons I'll just be... uhhh... doing my school work.. yep'' He glanced down now and fiddled with his pen a little more.

''Okay umm... that was a little bit of a roller coaster'' I tried to joke as all of us emitted strained laughs.

''Little tip, download a VPN so the government can't track you while we are gone'' I furrowed my eyebrows to myself once I heard how stupid I had sounded.

''Smart... will do'' Peter compliments, smiling at me. I couldn't help but to smile back and nod my head, not liking the effect he seemed to always have on me.

''Bye'' I gave them both a small wave before quickly walking past them as soon as the bell chimed. Both Peter and Ned turned to look at each other, Ned smiled.

''Well I think that went well'' Peter just shook his head and dropped it on the table, exhaling his breath he hadn't even known he was holding.

~*~*~*~*

''Okay come on guys, single file line please!'' Mr Harris had looked more stressed then ever, frantically moving his hands in the air while they were still holding his clipboard. He always stresses when it comes to trips of any kind and honestly I could see why. He could barely keep his shirt buttoned never mind keeping a hoard of teenagers in check. Though Mr Fitz was well calm, probably because of the mini pillow comfortably around his neck as he was taking a day nap standing up.

''God I am so excited! I can't wait for the 8 hour plane ride! The boats we'll take to the hotel! All the different Museums we'll visit, the food, the wine-'' I swiftly laughed and put my hand over my best friends mouth to stop her from rambling.

''Calm down okay? We haven't even boarded yet'' I smiled softly to myself even though I felt like rolling my eyes.

''I know but this is so exciting!'' It was exciting, though if I was going to have to listen to her ramble on for the next 8 hours stuck in a confined space I would go insane.

''Hey he's staring again'' I turn my head to my best friend and over to Brad in the distance, his eyes immediately locking with mine. In reality he was 5 years younger then me, one of my friends kid brother yet since the blip, he aged whereas I didn't.

Not gonna lie though, those 5 years had turned him into practically a Greek God.

''He would put Zeus to shame...'' I watched as she stared lovingly at Brad, it honestly made me a little sick to my stomach. Yeah he was good looking but a total jackass too.

''Isn't that the guy who had two man ponies? no one looks good in a man pony'' Her smile instantly fell from her face as she turned to glare at me. I laughed as she stormed off, joining the rest of the class in the line up.

''Now Boarding flight 2376 to Venice Italy, please make your way to gate 37 for your departure in 20 minutes'' A woman's voice came over the PA system.

''Okay guys hurry up! let's go! We are not having a repeat of what happened last time! Move it!'' Mr Harris lungs would eventually die out soon from all the screaming. I smiled to myself as I followed the class, getting gently shoved along by the teacher to hurry up.

''You did practically insult my soul mate but, who are you sitting next to on the plane?'' My best friend turned to face me while the others began boarding in front.

''I'm not sure'' I shrugged my shoulders, looking straight ahead. I could see the familiar brown locks in front, smiling towards the stewardess before walking through the gate. My best friends eyes follow and she snickers.

''Hopefully it's not next to Penis Parker'' Sometimes I had wondered why I was even friends with her, she was ruder than me.

''Y/F/N, stop'' She knew I liked him so she did everything she could to bug me about it.

''What? I'm just saying, I heard he snores like, really loud'' I laugh at her and push her along to the front.

''Whatever dork''

~*~*~*~*

The plane was a lot more bigger than I had imagined. It was probably a very bad time to begin getting claustrophobic. I popped in my ear phones and played some calming music to ease my nerves. I hadn't even been on a plane before till now.

''Do you want the first shift or second? I could take either'' Mr Harris spoke up to Mr Fitz from just a little in front.

''Give me the third shift'' I laughed softly to myself.

''I can't chaperone these kids alone'' Mr Harris complains as he walks over to his seat as Mr Fitz walk further onward, immediately sitting down getting ready to take a nap.

''Hey Peter, this is called an airplane, it's like the buses you're used to except it fly's over your crappy town, not drive through them'' I was beyond annoyed once again with Flash.

''Hey ma'am, he blipped so technically he's 16, not 21'' I smiled as she turned to Flash and took the alcoholic beverage right out of his hand.

''Hey what are you doing? I don't even know this girl'' Flash yelled in the distance. I smiled and turned around to smile at Peter. He smiled back in thanks. I continue down the aisle and find my seat. I was beyond grateful that it wasn't next to my best friend who would definitely talk my ear off the entire time.

~*~*~*~*

''I need your help to get me to sit next to Y/N'' Peter turned to Ned swiftly once he saw Brad make his way up to you, having a quick conversation before taking a seat in the row before.

''No, what about our plan? Bachelors in Europe'' Peter stares at Ned in disgust.

''That was your plan, not mine, mine's foolproof'' Ned rolls his eyes and sighs.

''Not entirely...'' Ned mumbles to himself but Peter just ignored him, glancing over at his best friend with puppy dog eyes.

''Alright fine'' Ned gets up and begins walking over to your row. I glance up and offer a smile, noticing Ned seemed a little on edge.

''Hey guys'' Jenny from beside me just nodded her head, not really interested in conversing.

''There's an old lady sitting in front of us and she's wearing like a crazy amount of perfume and it's setting off Peter's allergies, you know Jenny, if you could just switch places with Peter real quick-'' Ned was speaking so fast I almost didn't hear him.

''He's allergic to perfume?'' Jenny asked incredulously. Ned paused and looked deep in thought. My eyes scan his face, seeing if he was lying or not.

He definitely was.

''Yeah, yeah umm... it makes his eyes water'' Mr Harris turns around from in front of us and his eyes widen.

''You said Peter had a perfume allergy?'' Ned looked mortified as Mr Harris shot out of his seat real quick.

''Uhh...'' Ned stumbled.

''I know from experience that a perfume allergy is no joke!'' I tried to stifle a laugh as Mr Harris struggled to get his seat un-buckled as Peter rose in the distance.

''Y/N stand up'' I did as he said and rose as well.

''Y/N, you take my spot, Ned take Y/N's and Peter let's get you up here'' I sat down at my new seat and glanced beside me to see Brad already beaming. Great. However, what I failed to notice was how my best friend was sitting on the other side of him, sending me a glare. I glanced at her and just shrug my shoulders.

''Thanks for bringing this to my attention Ned, everyone's safety is mine and Mr Fitz top priority...'' He trailed off, glancing towards the already snoring teacher fast asleep.

''Well thank you, come on Peter!'' Peter look disgruntled as he grabbed his carry-on bag and followed Mr Harris reluctantly.

''I got a dual headphone adapter if you want to watch a movie?'' Brad asked me, catching me out of my thoughts. I turned to him and smiled.

''Only if it's depressing, or funny'' I joked. Brad laughed and smiled, reaching into his backpack. However just a few rows down from them Peter could hear the conversation perfectly thanks to his spider-senses.

He was completely and utterly guttered.

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A/N: Am I spotting a mini series perhapsss? xx (P.s probably be the same length as ‘One Hell Of A Night’’’

[turning-dreams-into-chaos]

New Beginnings (Part 8)

*Not My Gif*

Post Date: 12-30-19

Paring: Peter Parker x Stark!reader

Word Count: 1.7K

~Master~

~New Beginnings Master~

After everything sitting on an airplane next to Peter just calmed you down. It was like finally got the chance to breath after that hell of a field trip. The lights of the plane were barely one, just enough so no one would trip down the walkway as you leaned on Peters shoulder, watching a random movie Peter put on. You didn’t really mind though because whenever something funny happened on the screen, Peter would chuckle and you got to hear one of your favorite sounds.

Peter looked down at you on his shoulder, your eyes barely open as he focused on your breathing. It soothes him as he placed a kiss on the top of your head, his cheek filling the spot soon after.

“Peter?” You muttered, half asleep as Peter hummed. “Can I call you my boyfriend?” You felt dumb asking him that after everything but with your half asleep state, the words just came out. Peter felt the flutter in his chest and he knew his cheeks were bright red. He was thankful that you couldn’t see him right.

“Y-yes! I uh, i mean, yeah. I-I’d like that.” He cursed himself for stuttering but you just swooned, grabbing his hand in yours before you fell asleep completely. Your phone buzzed on the tray table front of you as MJ sent you a message on Instagram. Peter didn’t mean to look but he couldn’t help himself.

MJ sent you a picture she took of Peter and you on the plane. You and Peter just happened to of glanced at each other at the same time and MJ caught it on her phone.

He looked over his seat to a couple rows in front of you to where MJ sat smirking at him. He blushed even more as she gave him a two finger salute, finishing it off with a wink as Peter chuckled.

“What happened?” You yawned, looking at the screen for something funny. Peter just squeezed your hand, brushing the hair out of your face.

“Nothing Babe, just go back to sleep.” You let out a smaller yawn, your head falling closer to Peters where he could feel your warm breathing on his skin.

“Ok... love you.” You fell asleep the moment the words escaped your mouth but that didn’t stop Peter from kissing your forehead.

“I love you too Y/N.” He whispered before letting you rest for the rest of the flight.

The airport was pretty full when you all filed out of the plane. All of your friends trying their best to stay together until you were out of the terminal.

“Hey.” Peter pulled your arm, getting you to stop walking as he stood in front of you. You smiled knowing exactly what he was doing as you climbed onto his back, your arms falling down his shoulders as he held your thighs to keep you up. You giggled into his ear as he smiled to you, giving a quick kiss before catching up with your friends. MJ raised her brow at you as you stuck your tongue out, getting the girl to laugh before you spotted a few of your classmates families.

Peter slid you off his back as he grabbed your hand, getting you to stop walking more. “You sure no one else has figured it out?” Peter asked you as he glanced over at MJ.

“Yeah, I mean MJ’s too observant for her own good. And it’s not like anyone really pays attention to you.” You shrug as Peter gave you a tight lipped smile.

“Ouch.”

“I mean, except for me.” You backtracked as Peter blushed.

“Aww. Thanks.” He squeezed your hand and you nudged him.

“You guys are so cute.” Betty said behind you as you turned around to see her and Ned come up. Your hand was still locked with Peters as you wrapped your arms around his arm, effectively keeping him in your hold as you thanked her.

“You know, we should go on a double date!” You told them. Ned and Betty just shared a look, making your smile fall a little.

“We broke up.” They said at the same time as you shook your head, biting back a smile.

“What? No! Why?” Peter asked as Ned explained that men and woman grow apart and how the journey they share will always be a part of them. It didn’t help your laughing problem as Betty cupped Ned’s cheek and you hid your face in Peters sweatshirt.

You and Peter watched Ned and Betty leave before sharing a look, neither of you having any words as you walked to find May and Pepper.

“Pepper!” You shouted when you saw her and Morgan waiting on the outskirts of the group. Pepper put her hand to her chest as you jogged over. “I’m alright! I’m alright.” You assured her as she pulled you into a hug.

“Thank god.” She sighed in relief as she let go, letting Morgan take her place.

“Hey Morgan, miss me?” You asked her as she hugged your legs, keeping you from moving as Peter walked over.

He put his hand on your back to get your attention. “I’m gonna go find Aunt May.” He said as you nodded, letting him kiss your cheek as he left.

Pepper just grinned at you as you avoided her smirk. “So you and Peter, huh?”

“I don’t want to have this conversation right now Pep.” You blushed as Pepper nodded, not saying anything more as you all headed to the car outside.

“I always thought you two would be cute together.”

“PEPPER!” You pleaded as she put her hands up in surrender before putting Morgan in the car. You glanced to your side, seeing Peter and May hugging as she waved behind his back. You gave the woman a smile, returning the wave before Peter and her got in their car and you got in yours.

You barely got back to the tower before Peter was texting you.

Peter: so I just remembered I still have to have the talk with May and Happy...

Peter: wish me luck

You giggled, tapping Happys shoulder to get his attention. “Are you busy after this?”

“Uh, no I don’t think so, why?”

You just smirked, patting his shoulder as talking your spot again. “Stop by Peters.”

Happys face fell at your comment, looking in the mirror as you texted Peter.

Y/N: I just told Happy to stop by. Good luck spidey 🕷

Peter texted back, telling you he promised to take MJ for a spider swing later since she had been bugging him since she figured it out.

You finally rolled up to the newly constructed tower, biding Happy goodbye (and good luck) as you sent him on his way to Pete’s.

You made your way up the tower, stopping to say hi to anyone you saw before you finally made it to the living room.

You jumped onto the couch, turning the TV for background music as Morgan came into the room.

“I missed you, Miss Morgan.” You told her as she jumped onto your lap.

“Just don’t leave next time.” She began to play with your hair, as she sat in your lap. “Can I braid it?”

You nodded, moving to prop yourself up on the couch arm and letting Morgan stand behind you, pulling your hair out of the messy bun you had it in so she could braid it.

“Promise you won’t pull?” You asked her, flipping open your sketch book as you turned to look at her.

She gave you a cheeky smile. “Promise!” You went back to your sketches, feeling Morgan run her hands through your hair. Occasionally she’d pull it, but then she’d apologize and giggle.

Your phone had chimed so Morgan grabbed it off the coffee table for you having seen Peters name pop up. “Thanks Mo.” you said as you pulled the selfie Peter sent you.

It was of him flipping through the air on his way to pick up MJ. You couldn’t help but smile at your dork of a boyfriend.

Y/N: Don’t text while flying ❤️

“He’s whipped.” Morgan said as your jaw dropped open, looking back at your younger sister. Morgan just gave you her little 5 year old smirk as she leaned on the arm of the couch.

“He is not! And how do you even know what that means?!” You shouted as Morgan just laughed with a shrug.

“Mommy told me Daddy was whipped when they first started dating.” Again your mouth hit the floor before you started to laugh controllably.

“Pep!” You shouted as you pulled Morgan into your lap, your art book and braid long forgotten as you tickled her sides.

“What’s going on in here?” Pepper asked when she saw the two of you on the couch, Morgan’s face beat red as she barely tried to get you to stop through her laughs.

“You told her what whipped means?” You asked the woman as you and Morgan calmed down, big smiles on both of your faces.

“Oh please, she figured it out herself.” Pepper told you as you turned to look at Morgan who covered her face with your sweater.

“You liar.” You teased, poking her in the ribs softly as she squirmed. Pepper couldn’t help but smile as she watched you, knowing that if Tony was here he would love the sight of his girls together. She pushed away the thoughts of Tony before the TV caught her eye.

“Y/N.” She spoke barely loud enough to get your attention as she grabbed the remote off the table, turning up the volume. “Y/N!”

Your ringtone went off as you grabbed it, seeing Peters name and answering as you looked towards Pepper.

“Y/N, turn on the news!” Peter screamed into the phone as Pepper pointed towards the TV, bringing a hand up to her mouth to cover it as Morgan shouted Peter.

You were very confused as you stayed on the phone with Peter, hearing Morgan tell his name, and seeing Peppers reaction while you looked towards the TV.

“Peter!” Morgan yelled once again as you dropped the phone on the carpet. Peter’s school picture popped on the screen along with the words ‘Spider-Man’s identity revealed’. You scrabbled to grab your phone, standing up and knocking Morgan off your lap as you spoke into it.

“What the fu-“

A/N: There is one more part and I’ll probably post it tomorrow just to finish this series before the New Years! I actually wrote the next part before this one so I’m officially done writing this series and I’m so sad! I’ve had such a fun time with this series in particular just because the movie was so amazing and Peter Parker is just so perfect.

Let me know what you think!

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[triptuckers]

The Harvard Hoodie (Shawn Mendes)

Request: Nope Pairing: Shawn Mendes x female!reader Summary: You love Shawn’s Harvard hoodie. This is five times you’re wearing his hoodie. Warnings: None except for this is fluffy as hell Word count: 2.5K ish A/N: Can you tell what look on Shawn is my favorite? This is my first piece of writing on this blog, I hope you like it! I’m currently working on a Jim Kirk x reader, Trip Tucker x reader, Steve Rogers x reader and a Mena Massoud x reader since I saw Aladdin yesterday and I fell in love with Mena and Naomi. I’ll let you know when I’ll post one of them. Enjoy reading this!!

 One – The one where Shawn thinks he lost his hoodie

You hear a deep sigh coming from the other room. Shawn is on tour again, but this time you decided to join him. Usually, you stayed at home. It’s not that you didn’t want to come along, you always loved to see Shawn on stage and explore new cities. But you had an important position within the company you were working for. Your boss depended on you and you couldn’t just leave for months because your boyfriend was touring the world. However, this time it was your boss who suggested you should go with Shawn. She said you needed a vacation as a reward for all the hard work. So here you are, in a hotel room in Europe. You hear another deep sigh coming from the other room followed by a loud groan.

You poke your head around the door and see all of the contents of his suitcase are spread on the bed, his suitcase on the ground. Shawn himself is standing in the middle of it all, clearly irritated. He’s pinching his nose bridge, one hand on his hip. ‘You okay, babe?’ you say. Shawn looks up and sees you looking at the mess. ‘Did you lose something?’ you ask. Shawn shrugs and shakes his head. ‘I don’t know. I swear I packed my Harvard hoodie, but now I can’t find it anywhere.’ says Shawn and he lets out another deep sigh. ‘Maybe you should put everything back in your suitcase, see if you can find it?’ you suggest. ‘Yeah, maybe I just didn’t see it.’ says Shawn and he begins to fold his clothes and putting them in the suitcase. You watch him as he puts his stuff back in his suitcase. When he’s done he looks at you again. ‘See? Nowhere to be found.’ says Shawn. You bite your lip to stop yourself from chuckling. You don’t leave your spot at the door. Shawn looks at you and notices you haven’t entered the room yet. He looks at you and narrows his eyes.

‘Babe.’ he says. ‘Did you get my hoodie out of my suitcase?’ You try to shake your head convincingly. ‘No.’ you say. Shawn looks at you and raises his eyebrow at you. ‘Maybe.’ you say. Shawn crosses his arms in front of his chest, his eyebrow is still raised. ‘Yes.’ you say and you step in the room. You’re wearing the Harvard hoodie. Shawn chuckles. ‘I should have known.’ he says as you walk up to him. ‘You love that hoodie way too much.’ You wrap your arms around his waist and press your cheek against his chest. ‘It’s comfortable.’ you mumble. ‘I know.’ says Shawn. ‘That’s why I was looking for it.’ You look up to Shawn and smile. ‘Maybe you should donate it to a certain girl.’ you say and Shawn laughs and shakes his head. ‘Maybe a certain girl should buy herself a Harvard hoodie.’ says Shawn. You shake your head. ‘It won’t be the same.’ you say. Shawn bends down and kisses the tip of your nose. ‘I love you.’ he says. You smile. ‘Love you too.’ you say.

 Two – The one where Shawn thinks he lost his hoodie (again)

Shawn steps outside and he’s immediately met by the heat of the sunshine and the screaming and yelling of his fans. No matter where he would go, they would always find out which hotel he was staying at. Jake walks past him and tells the fans to back up a bit. Walking back to Shawn, Jake tells him he can talk to them but as soon as the car got here, he would have to leave. Shawn nods and walks over to his fans. ‘Hi honey!’ he says to a girl who is holding out her phone. ‘Shawn, I loved the show yesterday! You were so good!’ she says. ‘Thank you so much.’ says Shawn and he takes her phone to take a photo with her. Shawn talks with his fans and takes photos with them as he waits for the car to arrive that will take him to the airport.

Shawn notices a girl who is wearing a hoodie similar to his Harvard hoodie. He walks up to the girl and points at her hoodie. ‘I like your hoodie, it looks like mine.’ he says smiling. ‘Thank you! Where’s yours?’ asks the girl. Shawn sighs. ‘Well, actually, I think I lost it. For real this time. I can’t find it anywhere and I definitely brought it with me. Might have to buy a new one.’ says Shawn. Suddenly, there’s a lot of screaming of the fans. Shawn turns around and sees you walked out of the hotel as well. You are wearing his beloved Harvard hoodie.

Shawn smiles as he looks at you. ‘I think I found it.’ says Shawn, more to himself than to the fan. ‘My god, she looks so good in it.’ he turns to look at the fans. ‘It was so nice meeting you, excuse me.’ he says and he walks over to you. Shawn hugs you from behind as the car pulls up. He presses a soft kiss to your temple. ‘Hi babe.’ you say. ‘Ready to go?’ ‘I am, now that I found my hoodie.’ says Shawn. You turn around so you can face him. ‘It’s comfortable!’ you begin to defend yourself. Shawn smiles. ‘I know. And you look great in it. So I suggest you keep it on.’ Shawn tells you.

 Three – The one where you pick him up

Your alarm woke you. You groan as you begin to search for your phone. Your hands finally touch the cold back of your phone and you turn the alarm off. It’s 3 am. You drag yourself out of the comfortable bed and into the shower. You put on music and hope it will help you wake up a little. A smile appears on your lips as one of Shawn’s songs comes on shuffle. It’s been nearly two months since you last saw him. He left for the European leg of his tour. He promised he’d come home right away after the last show ended, not wanting to be away from you any longer.

And so you’re getting ready to go to the airport to pick him up. Shawn doesn’t know you’re coming, which makes it even more exciting. You throw your hair up in a messy bun and slip on one of Shawn’s hoodies. Looking over at your makeup, you don’t even bother putting it on, it’s in the middle of the night and you doubt if anyone other than Shawn and the crew will see you. As you enter the kitchen you rub your eyes and make yourself a cup of coffee to take with you. While you wait for your coffee, you look up Shawn’s flight so see where he is. The little airplane on the screen of your phone shows it’s not going to take long before it lands. Pouring the coffee in a to go mug, you grab the keys of the jeep and leave the apartment.

Since there weren’t much as many flights as there were during the day, finding a parking spot was a lot easier. Once you parked the jeep, you get out and you head for the main entrance of the airport. You narrow your eyes as you glance at a big screen, trying to find Shawn’s flight number to see what gate he arrives at. It takes you a solid five minutes before you find the flight number and the gate. After that, you spend at least ten minutes walking to the gate, that’s on the other end of the airport. You feel your eyes are starting to feel heavy, and your body starts to feel heavier as well. You look around the gate, searching for a chair you can relax in as you attempt to fight the urge to sleep. You try to get comfortable in the cheap airport chair as you wait for Shawn. After a while, you have to give in. You tell yourself you’ll only close your eyes for a few minutes. Just a few minutes, that’s it.

Shawn walks through the doors of the gate, pulling his suitcases with him in one hand and pushing a cart with his guitars on it with the other hand. He got some sleep on the plane, but he’s still tired. Shawn wants to get home as soon as possible, to have you in his arms again. He feels a tap on his shoulder and turns around to see Andrew smiling at him. ‘Your girl’s here.’ says Mike and he points at a set of chairs on the other end of the gate. In one of the chairs, you’re curled up, your eyes closed and the hood of the hoodie you’re wearing pulled over your head. Shawn smiles and his heart warms at the sight of you. ‘Looks like someone is waiting for the owner of that hoodie to come home.’ says Shawn.

Shawn walks over to you and kneels in front of you. He raises his hands and pushes a streak of your hair behind your ear. You inhale deep and open your eyes. Shawn’s brown eyes meet yours and you smile tiredly. ‘Hi.’ you say and you sit up, rubbing your eyes in an attempt to wake up. ‘Hey.’ says Shawn. ‘I didn’t know you were picking me up?’ ‘Surprise.’ you mumble and you wrap your arms around Shawn’s neck. You feel how Shawn buries his head in your neck, his curls tickling your cheek. ‘It’s good to be home.’ mumbles Shawn against the skin of your neck. ‘I missed you, I missed my home.’ mumbles Shawn and you smile and close your eyes.

 Four - The one in which you are sick 

The burning pain in your lower back wakes you up from the nap you were taking. You groan as you pull yourself out of bed. Your head still feels heavy as you leave the bedroom and enter the kitchen. You hear the sound of Shawn playing the guitar coming from the living room. Normally you’d sit next to him so you could listen but today the sound is too loud for your headache. You get a glass out of the sink and fill it with water. Walking over to one of the cabinets, you open it and you stand on your toes to get some medicine.

‘Need some help, little one?’ You jump at the sound of Shawn’s voice. You turn around to look at him. ‘Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.’ says Shawn with a soft smile on his lips. ‘It’s okay, I didn’t hear you coming in.’ you say. Shawn walks up to you and gets the medicine out of the cabinet. ‘How’s the headache?’ he asks as he hands you the medicine. ‘Better.’ you say. ‘But my back’s worse.’ You take the medicine and squeeze your eyes shut. ‘It’s been years and I’m still not used to the taste of that.’ you say. Shawn chuckles and pulls you in his arms. You let out a sigh and you wrap your arms around Shawn. The feeling of being in his arms and his warmth already make you feel better. Shawn rubs circles on your back and you bury your head further into his chest, melting into his touch. Shawn lowers his hands and starts to rub your sore lower back. You hum out of approval, the pain in your back fading away a little.

‘Anything else I can do for you, baby?’ asks Shawn softly. ‘Hmm just cuddle with me. Your arms around me already make me feel better.’ you mumble. Shawn pulls away from the hug and takes your hand in his. He walks you back to the bedroom. You sit down on the bed and Shawn hands you his Harvard hoodie, knowing how much you love it. He changes into a shirt and a pair of sweatpants himself before lying down with you. You lay your head on his chest as Shawn wraps his arms around you. Shawn kisses your cheek softly and you close your eyes. ‘Get some rest, my love, I’m not going anywhere.’ he tells you.

Five – The one in which you miss Shawn as he’s on tour

A heavy sigh left your lips as you clicked on the next episode of your favorite show. Your arms hug your upper body, the feeling of Shawn’s absence becoming more and more with every day you spent alone in your shared apartment. He’s on tour again, calling and texting you whenever he can, but it’s of course not the same as holding him in your arms and hearing his voice in person.

Your phone makes you snap out of your thoughts and you glance over at it. Your heart jumps at the sight of Shawn’s name on your lockscreen and the sound of your ringtone. You answer the call and Shawn’s face appears on the screen. You smile brightly and a huge smile grows on Shawn’s face as well.

‘Hi my love, I hope you aren’t busy?’ you ask. Shawn shakes his head. ‘No we just finished up sound checking, Alessia is going to sound check now, so I figured I’d give my favorite girl a call.’ Shawn tells you. You smile again. ‘I’m glad you’re having fun. Alessia told me you all went out for dinner last night?’ ‘We did!’ says Shawn excitedly. You watch him as he talks about dinner with the band, about tour, and something stupid Brian did. His eyes twinkled and the biggest smile was on his face. Whenever Shawn would call you while he was on tour, he’d always be so happy and excited and your heart would melt at the sight of it.

Shawn asks you what you did today and you tell him about the lunch you had with one of your best friends, that you went shopping after that and that you’re now watching your favorite show on Netflix. You shivered as a cold feeling spread from your head to your toes and you got up, taking your phone with me. ‘Cold?’ chuckles Shawn. You roll your eyes playfully at him. ‘Not every one of us gets to visit warm cities every time they go on tour.’ you say as you open Shawn’s closet. You put your phone aside as you look through Shawn’s closet, looking for a particular hoodie. ‘On the left.’ you hear Shawn’s voice coming from your voice behind you. You look to your left and indeed, you see the grey hoodie you were looking for. You take it out of the closet and put it on. You grab your phone again and pout at the screen. ‘What’s wrong, darling?’ asks Shawn. ‘It doesn’t smell like you anymore.’ you say and Shawn laughs. ‘And that means?’ he asks you. ‘Means I need you home.’ you sigh. ‘Soon, baby, soon. Just a couple more weeks until you’re in my arms again.’ Shawn tells you. You smile. ‘See you soon, Shawn.’ you say and he smiles back at you.

A/N:

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[hamletandthegang]

Airplane

Guildenstern turned the key, and the van rumbled to life. All the luggage had been thoroughly strapped down to the top, and Ophelia had double checked to make sure nothing could fall off. Hamlet sat next to Horatio in the second row, holding the crutch that he was using to walk. Marc was sitting behind him. He was fully capable of walking, but still had to wear bandages over his burns until they healed all the way. 

They drove away from the castle, and started on the short drive to the airport. As they got closer, Hamlet looked out the window and saw the planes flying over them. Guildenstern dropped them off at the entrance, and everybody got out. Hamlet helped Horatio out and gave him his crutch. On good days he only needed one, and they had packed the other. Annalise took Marc and Horatio’s bags, and Guildenstern went to go park in the designated lot. They walked into the airport, and looked around. Luckily, Horatio had convinced them to go early, because they took more time than they expected going through customs and bag checks. Guildenstern met back up with them, and they continued to a large waiting room. They sat down and waited for their group to be called.

Rosencrantz spied a vendor selling sandwiches and drinks, and went to get them some snacks. Ophelia and Annalise took Marc over to a few of the small stores to help him loosen up a bit. He had barely left his room in the past few weeks, and his bright personality had been crushed completely.

Hamlet stayed with Horatio and Guildenstern in the sitting area, and they started talking about classes. Guildenstern was pursuing a major in astrophysics, and had signed up for many astronomy and science classes for the semester. Horatio had been working towards a math degree, and had also picked up a few classes on first aid and health. Hamlet ksdjfoidjfoijfdi. Ophelia had decided to work on a major in photography and film, and Annalise’ plan was to try an art degree, although since this was her first semester at college she wasn’t too set on one thing. Rosencrantz, after a while of messing around, made up his mind to do a business major. Marc hadn’t really given college much thought, since he had taken a gap year after graduating. He was thinking about doing mostly online classes while he healed mentally and physically. 

A voice crackled through the speaker near them, and called their group number. The others hurried back over, and they made their way to the end of the room where they were checked and sent onto the plane. Hamlet stepped over the small gap into a tube, and followed Rosencrantz through it until they entered the plane. Hamlet found their seats and scooted his bag into the compartment above. Rosencrantz and Anna had fought over the window seat, but Annalise beat him in a game of rock-paper-scissors, and sat down triumphantly. Ophelia laughed and sat down next to her, and Hamlet followed. Then the others filled in the middle row of the plane. 

A calm voice informed them of safety precautions and information, and then the plane began to take off. Hamlet put on some headphones and started listening to a podcast, but opened his eyes as he felt someone touch his shoulder. He turned, and saw that Horatio had reached across the aisle, and now was looking at him with wide eyes. 

Hamlet pushed his headphones off. After a brief moment of hesitation, Horatio said, “It feels like the subway.”

Hamlet realized that his friend was close to a panic attack, and took Horatio’s hand. “Horatio, listen to my voice. We are safe. That subway train is all the way in France, and Maggie is nowhere near here. We’re safe.” Horatio nodded. “Just try to breathe. Once we get up in the air it’ll get smoother, and it won’t feel like this anymore. Do you want my other headphones?” Horatio nodded, and Hamlet dug around in the backpack he had brought with him and placed on the floor. He pulled out the headphones and handed them to him. Horatio took a deep breath and connected them to his phone. He put them on and gripped the armrests. Guildenstern noticed Horatio next to him and turned away from where he and Rosencrantz and Marc were talking. 

The rumbling got louder and bumpier, and Hamlet watched as Horatio got more tense. He stared at the seat in front of him intensely. As the plane lurched off the ground, he shut his eyes and cried out. Guildenstern immediately put his arm around him.

“Horatio, you’re still here, it’s fine!” Hamlet spoke, trying to keep his voice steady. The trip had been hard for him too, but he couldn’t imagine all the stress Horatio had been under. The others started to take notice, and turned towards him and Horatio. 

Guildenstern started doing a breathing exercise with him, and he started to calm down now that the plane was off the ground. He looked around after a moment, and took a deep breath. 

“Sorry, I uh-” He started to shrink back into his seat, realizing everyone was looking at him. Other people were turning around and glancing at him as well, and he turned red. “Damnit,” He muttered, and put his face in his hands. 

“Hey, it’s okay,” Guildenstern said softly. “No one is blaming you, you went through something terrible, and it’s okay to still be hurt from it.” 

Horatio nodded, and Guildenstern helped him calm down. He got to a more stable place and decided to watch a movie on the screen embedded in the chair in front of him. Hamlet let out a breath. 

He couldn’t decide if this was the right move. Getting everyone away from home for a while would be a good breath of fresh air. On the other hand, it could be more detrimental to Horatio and Marc. He hoped he was making a good decision. They had already been through so much in the past few days, with Ben’s funeral and everything. That whole day had sucked. They were collectively ignoring that the event had even happened. 

He looked over and saw Horatio sitting in the seat across the aisle. He sighed, not realizing how loud it was since his headphones were on. Ophelia tapped his shoulder, and he turned to see her big eyes looking at him. He leaned back and smiled at her. Annalise was listening to music and gazing out the window. Ophelia wordlessly wrapped her hands around his left arm, and hugged him. Hamlet hesitated, and then hugged her back.

“I don’t deserve you,” he whispered in her ear.

“Why not?” she asked, pulling back a little to see his face. 

“I’ve fucked up so much in just the past week-”

“You’re trying your best, right?” Ophelia said.

“I guess.”

“Then that’s all that matters to me,” she said, and hugged him tightly. 

They stayed side by side for the rest of the flight.

[peachymhaechan]

“You know, you have pretty good taste.”

Genre: fluff, a tiny bit of angst I suppose, travel!au

Pairing: Hyuck x reader

Warnings: language, my guy

A/N: i’m uploading this after junior year is finished, hell yeah!! also, happy birthday my full sun, we all love you so much!! unrelated but im trying something other than bullet point scenarios for once?? who IS she

   It was four in the morning, the sun wasn’t out and the birds were not chirping. Instead, the sun was in the process of rising and all that could be heard was shitty airport music and the overpowering sound of airplanes taking off. The people passing by you were an odd mix: some passing layover time by getting drunk off their asses, some hustling to the next gate, some excited to go on vacations (Example that everyone has seen before: that middle class family of four headed to Disney World with matching Mickey and Minnie Mouse T-shirts with their names on the back) or see their families. You, however, happened to be in the group of people who had just finished vacation and were now back home, and dreadfully so. Who would want to go back to the boring and mundane after being at the beach with a group of friends for two weeks? 

   Taking your time to pick up your luggage, you stopped in the bathroom to pass time, as you wanted to avoid the initial rush to at the baggage claim. The first ten to fifteen minutes at the baggage claim were the worst because you had to deal with cranky tourists, crying babies, and overly loud people talking on the phone. After it felt like enough time had passed, you went to the baggage claim for your flight and waited to pick up your suitcase. It was black, with a hard exterior and no really notable qualities other than a yellow tag with your personal information written on it. 

   The bags all went around the conveyor belt a few times and you finally spotted your bag. Well, what you assumed to be yours; it was the exact same suitcase with a yellow tag, so there was no real need to be suspicious of anything or doublecheck the tag. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a boy who appeared to be your age grabbing a suitcase that matched yours to a T. He looked tired, like he had been running nonstop and was extremely exhausted, so you thought of complimenting his choice of travelling bags but stopped yourself. Just as you were about to leave, you felt a pair of eyes on you so you turned and found the boy with the same suitcase staring at you. He blushed at being caught but still gave you a small smile and bowing his head in a sleepy greeting. You did the same to him, giving him a small wave and saying, “You know, you have pretty good taste,” and gesturing to the bag. 

   He chuckled cutely, the noise making you blush immediately, and said, “You too.” With that, you both went on your merry ways, not thinking anything of the encounter or the fact that neither of you checked the damn tags to see if you took the other’s bag. Plot twist: you grabbed the wrong bag. 

   About one hour later you closed your apartment door behind you, slipping off your shoes and collapsing onto the couch. You threw your phone onto the charger and placed it onto the coffee table and as soon as your head hit your pillow, your eyes shut and you fell into a deep slumber, your body trying to get rid of the major jet lag. 

   The sun shining through the window and warming your skin woke you in the middle of the afternoon. Deciding that the amount of sleep you had gotten after getting home would be substantial enough for the time being, you got up and started to unpack. Laying the suitcase on your bed, you opened it up and it took you a second to realize it, but boy oh boy were you shocked. 

   That was not your suitcase. 

   How did you know? Well, because the last time you checked, you didn’t wear boxer briefs, especially not ones with lipstick kisses all over them. 

   “Fuck. Shit. Ass. Piss,” was all you could say as you closed it back up and went to check the tag tied around the handle. Lee Donghyuck, the name read, with a phone number scribbled next to it. You went into the living room to go and text the ever mysterious Lee Donghyuck, when the screen was illuminated with a text message from an unsaved number. 

   Hey Y/N, this is Lee Donghyuck from the airport. We had the same bag, remember? Well, I think you’ll find out pretty soon if you haven’t already that we have each other’s bags. Let me know when you’re free so we can swap, please!

   Sighing a breath of relief at the fact that at least the boy was polite and respectful about this awful situation, your fingers started moving over the keyboard to send a message back. 

   Hi Donghyuck, this is Y/N! I’m free all day, where would you like to meet up? We can go to a coffee shop by my house if that is okay with you. If it’s too far, no worries! We can just find somewhere else to go :)

   Not even seconds after you sent the message, Donghyuck sent a response asking which coffee shop you had in mind, and to send him the address. You happily obliged, wanting nothing more than to sort out this mess and get your stuff back. 

   Alright sounds good, I’ll see you there in about an hour !!

   It had almost been time to meet up when you started to head to the coffee shop you guys planned on. It was a little hole in the wall, mom and pop place that had stolen your heart (and money) ever since you moved to that little neighborhood. The best drink on the menu was their caramel macchiatos, the warmth from the beverage warming you to the core on the coldest winter days, and the ice in the cold version cooling you on the hottest summer afternoons. 

   The little bell above the door rang when you walked in, and the barista at the counter gave you a warm hello. “Y/N, how was your trip?” Jaehyun, the fulltime sweetheart and halftime barista, asked you, immediately making you your usual. Taking a seat at your normal spot by the window, you flashed him a grin and said, “Amazing. It felt so good to get away and worry about nothing other than putting on more sunscreen.” The tall boy handed you a steaming cup and before he could say anything else, the bell rang again. 

   Your eyes drifted to the door and you found yourself staring into the same eyes you had stared into earlier. Donghyuck stood in the doorway, not as recognizable, having changed from that morning. Rather than wearing sweatpants and a hoodie, he donned ripped jeans, a loose sweater, and clean sneakers. Rolling your suitcase right behind him, his eyes scanned the room for you, and you could pinpoint the exact moment he saw you. 

   “Y/N?” he hesitantly called, walking towards you. Jaehyun retreated to behind the counter, leaving you two to it. “Yes, hi, hello!” you confirmed, waving hello to the boy and finding yourself in shock when your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him running a hand through his faux golden locks. 

   “Ah, I’m sorry we had to meet like this,” he sheepishly told you, rubbing the back of his neck. He took a seat across from you, changing the view you normally got in your spot. Never in all your experiences at the shop had something or someone changed the view you had: the window to the outside, showing the little alleyway and any locals walking to some of the other shops. It came to you, then, that maybe you didn’t mind a bit of change if it was that cute. 

   “Oh, I don’t mind, really. I’m glad it happened with someone as respectful as you, though. You never know how people can be nowadays,” you said, taking a sip from your drink. “Would you like something to drink? Jaehyun is really good at what he does,” you said, nodding over to the barista who stood behind the bar, seeming bored out of his mind. 

   “Hmmmm…. what would you recommend?” he asked, stealing a glance at the bit of froth that gathered above your lip. 

   “The caramel macchiato is what I normally get. Both iced and warm, its great,” you said, gesturing to the beverage in your cup, a small smile on your face. 

   “Alright, then. I trust you. I’ll take a large caramel macchiato...” 

   Once Jaehyun had made the drink and refused any payment (and gave you a wink from behind Donghyuck, thank God he couldn’t see that), you two chatted for hours. The sun was starting to set before it dawned on you that you had been there for almost three hours, stomach sore from laughter and cheeks burning from smiling. Talking to Donghyuck felt like talking to an old friend, despite knowing him for less than twenty-four hours. In the short time you had spent together, you gathered that he was a sweet and caring boy, as he took care of his younger friends and his younger siblings, but that didn’t stop his whip-like tongue from throwing out witty remarks any time an opportunity arose. His sense of humor was very similar to yours, and his interests were the same as yours, so you two had endless topics to discuss. 

   “Oh my God, what time is it?” you asked, falling out of your stupor and dragging your gaze away from the boy’s beautiful curled lashes and the way they rested upon his cheekbones. You heard Jaehyun dramatically yawn behind the counter, causing you to roll your eyes as Donghyuck checked his watch and said, “It’s almost nine o’clock, I’m about to miss the next bus to get back to my house.” 

   “Well, I guess we should be leaving, then. Good night, Jaehyun, thank you for everything! The macchiato was great, as always.” You both stood up and gathered your things, switching suitcases and checking the tags this time just to be safe. You both shuffled out of the shop, sending a smile and a wave over your shoulder to the barista before standing in the middle of the doorway. 

   Standing there, you weren’t sure what to do or say, but then Donghyuck spoke up. “Thank you for agreeing to meet up with me, I appreciate it. A lot of people nowadays would have just mailed it to me or something, so I’m pretty grateful that you met up with me right away. Oh, and you’re pretty nice, too, so, um... maybe we can meet here again? If that’s okay with you, of course.” There was a crimson tint to his cheeks and you found it outright adorable that the boy blushed at the thought of seeing you again. 

   “I’d love that, Donghyuck! Thank you for not being a serial killer or something and recommending your house instead,” you told him, trying to lighten the atmosphere around you two and succeeding when you heard a little giggle escape his lips. “You really should be going now if you don’t want to miss that bus,” you said, giving him a smile. 

   “Yeah, you’re right... text me when you get home safe, okay? I feel terrible that I can’t walk you home.” He kicked at a rock on the ground, a small pout forming on his cherry red lips. 

   “I will, don’t feel bad! Have a nice night!” you exclaimed and, feeling particularly bold, leaned up to place a feather-light kiss on his already dusted cheeks. The seemingly outgoing boy froze on the spot, skin heating up and eyes widening and watching you pivot and wheel your suitcase away with energy in your step. 

   As soon as you got home, you flung yourself down on the bed and let your actions sink in finally. The memory of kissing his cheek made you all giddy and start giggling, before inevitably squealing into your pillow. Remembering what he told you before you were ever so adventurous, you pulled out your phone and sent him a quick text. 

   Okay, I’m glad you made it home safely! :)

   A few seconds later, you received another text, not giving you any time to recover form the first one.  

   Would you like to hangout tomorrow? If you’re available, that is! 

   Fingers flying over the keyboard and heart leaping out of your chest, you sent a reply right away. 

   I’d like that a lot, Hyuck

[alfred-play-despacito]

Tim and his Funky Protective Gloopy Parasite AU

I will most likely never get around to officially writing this, but I’ve had it saved since December and wanted to post it... I basically rewrote the entire Venom movie to fit JayTim, okies, so spoilers if you haven’t seen it yet. Also I borrowed a lot of the dialouge too.

Tim works as an investigator for Vicky Vale. She wants him to hack some shit to find out if there’s an affair going on between Harleen Quinzel and Pamela Isley. Or take photos. He can totally do a photojournalist type thing. Or both.

Tim’s long term girlfriend Steph is an intern at Neo Eden. Tim uses her employee login to hack into the system and look at Pamela’s emails— he finds reports about using humans as test subjects for alien parasite hosts to save the environment and stop global warming. The next day, he writes a report, bypasses it through the editors and posts it on the Gotham Gazette website. Vicky calls him in, fires him.

Tim: But this is real! Something finally important! People are dying! Vicky: We’re a gossip paper, Tim, not the Daily Planet. Isley has the money to sue us, you’re lucky she hasn’t shut us down completely.

Tim is all huffy, whatever, it’s fine. He only did it as a hobby/part time job, he has his whole Drake inheritance.

Steph has his stuff out on the sidewalk when he gets back to their place. She’s fucking livid. And tries knocking him in the face with a brick.

Steph: You couldn’t be fucking chill for, like, five minutes? Tim: She’s killing people with aliens on some Save-The-Planet agenda. Steph: That was my internship! I was lining up a job there! I got fired because of you. Tim: Do you really want to work at a place that’s experimenting with aliens though?

She breaks up with him. His face is on the cover of the Gazette, fresh off the press. “Drake Heir Posts False Rumors Attacking Pamela Isley.”

Tim: So that’s how Vickey got out of a lawsuit.

Tim’s just not in the mood for anything, depressed and all that, so he dedicates himself to living an Aesthetic Mood by buying some shitty apartment in the Bowery. It sucks but he gets a small routine. Friends with the late night shift at Batburger. His neighbors suck.

Eventually someone from Neo Eden approaches him. The dude is named Dick Grayson, he’s an undercover cop that’s been working at Neo Eden as a security guard to investigate the shady shit going on ever since Tim’s article was published. He asks Tim for help. Tim says no.

Tim goes across the city to the Burnley District to see Steph. He meets Cass, who graduated from Gotham University as a med student and now works at Gotham General Hospital. He’s really bummed and decides to call Dick back.

Dick brings him in at night to see the facility. Tim takes photos and then sees one of the poor dudes from Batburger is a test subject. He tries to help the dude out but it backfires (as things in Tim’s life tend to do) and the dude attacks Tim and that’s when Venom is transferred.

Tim and Dick sneak back out (because Dick’s not dying), and Dick drops him off at his shitty place in the Bowery.

Tim: So, are you going to get fired from GCPD?

Dick’s really vague but says he’ll be okay, his boss can sort it out (meaning Bruce.)

All the weird stuff starts happening to him. Crazy appetite. A fever. Venom starts speaking to him, just single words like, hungry and food.

Deliriously, Tim goes out and finds Steph grocery shopping with Cass. He is a little rabid and is raiding the frozen food section, Venom pointing things out, and Steph is really embarrassed. It reaches extreme levels when they pass the seafood section and Tim plops into the lobster tank.

They take Tim to Gotham General. Cass tries to do an MRI test but of course he spazzes because the loud noise hurts Venom. Tim claims he’s fine and leaves.

Back at his shitty apartment, he eats a bunch of garbage and pukes. Venom starts talking to him. (Diverging from the film for this next bit) Tim is kind of just like “fuck this,” and sits down to watch some mindless tv and hopefully nap. Venom introduces himself as Venom.

Tim: What the hell are you? Venom: I am Venom. Tim: You can’t just call yourself Venom. Every superhero or supervillain needs a civilian identity. Just because you’re some alien parasite doesn’t make you special. Venom: I’m not a parasite. Tim: Oh look, Friday the 13th is on. Awesome, I’ve never actually seen the entire thing, so be quiet.

Eventually Tim has an epiphany.

Tim: I’ll call you Jason!

Tim’s neighbor plays obnoxiously loud music and Jason freaks and Tim stomps over there to tell him to be quiet. The dude says no. Jason pulls his little freaky face thing and growls at the dude. The dude agrees to turn it down.

Eventually, Ivy finds him. (Looked at the security camera footage, got a photo of his face, tracked him down, etc.) A bunch of mercs come to attack him.

Jason: Don’t open the door.

Tim’s an idiot so he opens the door.

Tim and Jason argue over putting their hands up or down. Jason wins and attacks the mercs.

Jason: Outstanding! Now, let’s bite off all their heads; heads in one pile, bodies in another. Tim, exasperated: Why would we do that?

They leave the apartment, Tim catches his reflection in the window of a car. Jason scares him.

Jason: I can replace you. I can find another host, you’re just a replacement for my last one. Tim: Listen, if you don’t like me you can just leave, okay?

Mercs and drones show up so they go on a crazy motorcycle chase which includes Jason saving Tim from dying, like, twelve times.

They end up at a secluded warehouse, Tim is fully healed.

Jason: You’re mine, Timmy. Cooperate and you just might survive. Tim: Are you going to… you going to eat anybody else? Jason: Most likely. Tim: Ugh, God.

They go back to the Gotham Gazette office but security stops Tim from getting in.

Tim: If we go back to the apartment I can hack the security and we can come back and sneak in. Jason: Where’s the office? Tim: 22nd floor. Jason: Up? Tim: Yeah.

Jason takes that as permission (and it was NOT) to crawl up the side of the building. Tim is mildly panicking. They end up at the top of the building.

Jason: It’s almost peaceful up here. Tim: I’m not a fan of heights. Jason: Your world is not so ugly after all. I’m almost sorry to see it end. Tim: Don’t drop me, I swear to freaking god, you will never get tater tots again— wait, what the heck does that mean?!

Cue the airplane. Jason starts freaking out because of the noise, so he withdraws and then Tim starts falling.

Tim: Where’d you go? Jay, where’d you go? Jay—

Jason grips on to the building.

Jason: I got us.

Tim leaves the photos of Ivy’s lab that he took on his phone on Vicky's desk.

Jason: Jump. Tim, walking to the elevator: Nope. Jason: Pussy.

Mercs are waiting downstairs for them.

Tim: Guys, you don’t want to do this, trust me. Mercs: Masks! Copy! Tim: Okay, okay, have it your way… Mask! Jason: Copy.

Steph finds them after the fight. She drives Tim back to Gotham General to do more tests. Jason tells Tim to man up and apologize to her.

At the hospital, Cass looks at test results and says Tim has a parasite. Jason gets angry about being called a parasite. Cass explains that Jason is basically draining Tim in order to live. Tim feels really betrayed and leaves.

Tim gets captured by Ivy. Once it’s clear that he no longer has Venom she wants him dead. The Mercs take him out to the middle of an abandoned warehouse to kill him. Jason saves the day. Jason kisses Tim as Steph, and during the kiss morphs back into Tim.

Tim and Jason head off to find Isley.

Jason: Riot’s got shit you won’t believe. Tim: What are our chances? Jason: Basically zero. Tim: Alright, fuck it, let’s go save the world.

There’s a big fight. (Need to think about the rocket situation because I don’t want Ivy to die.) Riot tries to rip Venom from Tim. Tim reaches out and in a moment of pure gay love, Jason reaches out too, Tim’s fingertips brush Jason and they fuse together. There’s more fighting.

Steph cranks up a speaker and the noise makes Ivy and Tim separate from their symbiotes. Ivy goes to grab Riot but Tim pushes her away. Tim turns around and is impaled by Riot. Riot grabs Ivy and they go to board the rocket. Jason latches onto Tim, heals him, then they climb the rocket. Jason cuts through the fuel line and the rocket explodes. The fire hits Jason and Tim, so Jason detaches and allows Tim to live. Tim falls into the bay.

Later, Tim is back chilling with Steph. They’re friends now. Jason is interrupting the conversation and Steph is suspicious that something is going on. Tim claims it’s nothing and leaves.

Jason and Tim walk around together. Tim tries laying down some ground rules. Mainly that they can only eat bad people.

At the empty Batburger at night, a thug tries to rob the cashier at gunpoint. Jason asks if that’s a bad guy and Tim says yes.

Jason: We will eat both your arms, and then both of your legs, and then we will eat your face right off of your head. You will be this armless, legless, faceless thing, won't you, going down the street like a turd in the wind. Thug: What the hell are you? Tim and Jason smile: We are Venom.

The cashier is like, “Okay am I tripping on too much acid, or…?”

Tim: Oh… I have a parasite. Yeah. See you later, dude.” Jason: PaRaSiTe!? Tim: Symbiote is too complicated for the average Gotham citizen to understand. Jason: Well, you’re just a depressed hermit. Tim: Take that back!

They continue walking.

Tim: So… what do you want to do now? Jason: The way I see it, we can do whatever we want.

[kirigaya-art]

You Were With Me All Along

Yuuri sobbed into his hands, feeling his entire body shake. He was such a failure, he'd never be good for anything, his family would be so disappointed, he could never face them again--

Hey, woah! Don't you think that's a bit harsh?

Yuuri shrieked, flinching so hard he nearly fell off the toilet seat.

"Who-- who are you?!" He gasped out, voice trembling.

Oh. I did not think you would hear me.

Yuuri shuddered. "Oh my God. It's not enough to have a mental breakdown, now I'm hallucinating?"

No! I'm real, I promise!

He shook his head, wiping at his eyes. At least the shock seemed to have dragged him out of the panic attack, but as for this voice in his head...

"Who are you?" He asked again, feeling a bit silly. He never thought he'd be sitting in a toilet stall talking to someone who wasn't there.

My name is-- there was a sudden beep, like a censor on TV. What's yours?

Yuuri frowned. "Sorry, I... didn't get that."

I'm-- the same obnoxious noise filled his head.

Yuuri sighed, resting his forehead on the door. "Of course I'm not allowed to know your name. That's just..."

What do you mean?

"My name is Katsuki Yuuri," he replied.

Oh! I see now. Interesting.

"I still can't believe this is happening," Yuuri mumbled. "I mean, how-- what--"

I'm not sure either. It is like... The voice trailed off, searching for something. A moment later, it returned. Sorry. I hope I didn't yell in your ear. It's telepathy!

"What? You weren't yelling." This was only getting more confusing.

You didn't hear me call to my roommate?

Yuuri shook his head, then remembered they couldn't see him. "N-no. Nothing. Maybe I can only hear you when you're talking to me?"

How strange...

Yuuri's mind was spinning. All of it was strange.

Well, I suppose I should call you something, the voice started. Something that isn't a name, maybe. They pondered this for a few seconds before squealing, I'll call you Snowflake! Cute, right?

Yuuri couldn't help but smile. How ironic that he'd only just gotten off the ice, and this person seemed to know he was linked to it. "Okay," Yuuri mused. "We should match, then. If I'm Snowflake..." he paused to wipe a stray tear off his chin. "You can be Raindrop." The voice didn't speak for a moment, and Yuuri winced. "You hate it, right? I can change it."

No, I like it! We're a pair! One can't exist without the other.

Yuuri's heart raced. "Yeah..."

All of a sudden, there was a loud bang, making Yuuri jump in surprise.

"Oi!" A voice shouted from the other side of the door. Yuuri managed to stand, legs shaking. He pushed open the door.

Yuri Plisetsky was staring him down.

***

The moment he got back to Detroit, Yuuri sat himself down on his bed and opened the search engine on his phone and typed in telepathy. That had been the word Raindrop had used-- the one their roommate had helped them remember.

A slew of web pages popped up, but most of them seemed like ghost stories or fake mediums.

He tried again: Voice in my head. He knew it sounded crazy, but it was the best he could do. He braced himself for pages telling him he had schizophrenia.

To his surprise, he saw one of those open forum sites, with the question "I've been hearing a voice. Could it be my soulmate?"

Yuuri almost forgot how to breathe. Soulmate? It wasn't a word he heard often, but every now and then there were whispers of it.

He clicked on the link. The person asking detailed what Yuuri had experienced: a voice that had spoken to them, hadn't been able to communicate their name, and could only be heard when speaking to the person directly. The comments were a resounding yes: "Sounds about right." "That's how I found my soulmate." "I have a friend who hears this!"

Yuuri's hands shook. He quickly opened a new tab. Soulmates. He was surprised to find there had been plenty of studies on the subject, despite the fact that less than 1% of the population had a soulmate. He found himself reading pretty much every article he could find, until his eyes were sore and his phone was low on battery. He flopped backwards onto the bed with a groan.

"Hey... Raindrop? You there?"

Ah! Hello again! I missed you.

Yuuri's heart swelled at the thought. "I... missed you too." Blushing, he held his phone close to his heart. "And... I have something to tell you."

Ooh, I love surprises!

Yuuri chuckled. "Um... I think we're--" he choked on the word, face hotter than it had been even after his fall at the tournament. "We're... soulmates, Raindrop."

There was a pause, then-- Oh my God!

Yuuri chuckled at the childishly gleeful tone. Wow! I never thought I'd have a soulmate! We're awfully lucky, huh?

"Yeah... I'm really happy." Yuuri rolled over onto his stomach. "And... I hope I can meet you soon. For real, I mean."

Mm. I hope so, too. You seem like a wonderful person.

They really needed to stop saying things like that, or Yuuri would never stop blushing. "You do too! You're... so nice to me."

That's because you're nice!

Yuuri sighed into his hands. "You spoil me."

You're my little snowflake, aren't you?

That shouldn't have made him smile as much as it did.

***

Yuuri was exhausted ehen he finally got home. Travelling was a nightmare, and he'd forgotten just how much his luggage weighed. But beyond that, Raindrop had been quiet all day. He'd gotten used to hearing their voice since his final tournament, but he'd been all alone on the airplane.

He stumbled into the house and was hit by a wave of nostalgia by the scent; not of the food, but of the house itself. Something about it reminded him of his childhood. Suddenly he was being hit by something very different, though, something solid. He found himself on the floor and covered in fur and slobber. He gaped upwards at...

"Vicchan?" He whispered, awed.

"Oh! Sorry, Yuuri!" His father helped the poodle off him and pulled him to his feet. "The dog's pretty cute, huh?"

"You-- you got another--"

"No! Heavens, no. God, so soon after..." He trailed off, and Yuuri winced. "No, this is a guest's dog!"

"A guest?" Yuuri asked, readjusting his glasses.

"A handsome foreigner!" His dad agreed, grinning. "He looked just like... what was his name?"

Yuuri's eyes widened in realization. Surely he couldn't mean--

Before he even registered it, he was dashing through the shop and pushing past guests. He nearly tripped over a towel in the dressing room before throwing the doors to the hot spring open to see--

"Viktor..."

***

Yuuri was struggling to stay upright, much less land quads. Having Viktor Nikiforov of all people as a coach was a dream come true, but he was incredibly strict.

As soon as he'd finished the run-through (with countless trips, slipups, and botched jumps) he collapsed to the ice with a groan. Viktor chuckled and skated over, extending a helpful hand. Yuuri sighed gratefully and reached for it, but Viktor pulled his hand away at the last second with a cheeky grin.

"Sorry, Yuuri, you don't get help after a run-through like that."

Yuuri rolled his eyes, pushing himself to his feet.

He wasn't sure what to call their relationship. He and Viktor had certainly grown closer, especially after Yurio left, but there was something more there. Something that made Yuuri want to... well, he wasn't sure yet. But he wanted something, and that something kept him up at night when he remembered that he was supposed to have a soulmate.

"Actually, Viktor said, putting a finger to his chin, "Take five minutes. I'll be right back." Yuuri nodded weakly. Anything for a breather. He watched Viktor slink away, pulling the doors closed behind him.

All at once, Yuuri realized just how empty the enormous rink was with just him in it. He skated to the edge of the ice and scrambled onto a bench, the ache in his feet somehow even more noticeable once he sat. Yuuri closed his eyes, breathing hard.

Snowflake?

Yuuri smiled, eyes still closed. "Hey."

There you are. I wanted to hear from you.

Yuuri shook his head. "We just talked this morning."

Not about anything substantial. There was a pause. I met someone, Raindrop. A while ago, actually.

Yuuri opened his eyes and glanced behind him to look at the doors Viktor had just left through. "...Yeah. Me too."

I'm going to sound silly, but some part of me hopes it's you.

Yuuri nodded. "Me too," he echoed. "Otherwise I'd feel like... like I was betraying you, I guess."

They remind me of you, Snowflake. Sweet, thoughtful, adorably innocent.

Yuuri blushed. "Well... mine is kind of like you, too. Kind, and funny, and..." He played with a lock of hair. "And they make me feel like a better person."

I'm glad, then, even if it isn't me. I want you to be happy.

Yuuri sighed wistfully. "God, you're always so..." He found himself standing from the bench, walking onto the ice, and taking his starting pose. "I want to skate with you, Raindrop," he whispered.

What?

"I'm going to skate for you," he corrected himself. "Are you ready?"

After a moment, Raindrop replied, Of course.

Yuuri started the program, humming the music to himself and Raindrop. He missed a few notes as he attempted the harder jumps, but picked up the tune again once he'd gotten his breath back. Raindrop was silent, listening thoughtfully, and Yuuri found himself skating the program better than he ever had.

Finally, the skate came to a close, and Yuuri closed his eyes, panting. "How was that, Raindrop?"

"Beautiful."

Yuuri spun around, wide-eyed.

Viktor-- Raindrop-- smiled from the bench. "I knew it," he whispered. "You were with me all along."

[thorsstorms]

Savior Pt. 4

Thor x Reader

Word count: 3.4K

Summary: After saving you from an attack on NYE, Thor can't forget about you. He wants to be near you, to get to know you, to be in your everyday life.

Warnings: kissing. slight angst.

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We were ready to go past security at the airport and it was already 7:45. Thor still wasn’t here yet. I kept telling them to wait, that he would show up. The the matter of fact was, I didn’t know if he would show up. After all I don’t know him that well, but I thought well enough to know he was loyal. He wouldn’t say he would come while not planning on it, right? I looked around in circles watching all entrances. Waiting to catch a glimpse of his tall form over all the others here.

“(Y/n)..” Lauren looked at me with sad eyes.

“No, he said he would come.” I snapped back at her, already feeling anxious. We started to drift towards the long security line, maybe he would show up while I was still in line. 

Nothing. I tried to not let my emotions show. I kind of feel stupid after waiting for him. I felt stupid for thinking that I could have been something more to him. My emotions consumed my thoughts and I didn’t even realize we were sat at the terminal. It was now 8:10 and they are starting the boarding process. We were in zone 4, so we probably had ten more minutes before boarding. I watched out the windows. The morning was rainy. I could see the dark clouds looming over the airport, threatening to pour any second. As soon as I stepped into the on boarding tunnel, I could hear the rain padding against the metal. We stepped on the plane, and started down the tight rows to our seats farther towards the back of the plane. Of course we’re sat so far back where it’s the loudest. I sat down in the window seat with Lauren next to me, then Anthony in the aisle seat. My mother was sat a few rows ahead of us. I stared out the window at the pouring rain and watched as the clouds lit up with silent lightning. We were sat on the tarmac for about 20 minutes before a loud boom of thunder erupted from the sky. The pilot immediately came over the intercom saying that they will have to wait till the storm passes because of being struck by lightning during take off could be dangerous.

I sighed and pulled out my phone to plug in my headphones and watch a movie that I previously downloaded. I briefly took my phone off the airplane mode option because we weren’t taking off yet. A few text messages started to come through now that I was connected the LTE again. I didn’t recognize the number, but I proceeded to unlock my phone and open them. My eyes scanned over the words and my heart skipped a beat. I grabbed Lauren’s arm quickly and tightly with my phone free hand, but my gaze stayed locked on my phone screen trying to read the messages. Her attention was now directed towards me and my grip on her forearm.

“Ow, what?” She yelped, frustrated from her conversation with Anthony.

“Lauren it’s him. The storm! It’s Thor,” I told her finally meeting her eyes. She looked at me confused before I showed her my phone screen. The texts were Thor saying that government officials showed up at the Stark tower and put it on lock down till they finished an official debriefing of the events on NYE, and came up with a game plan. In the text it explained that it continued into the morning because Tony was very Stubborn and won't cooperate. This was his way of getting my attention. Before I knew it my blind happiness was clicking the ‘Call’ icon. It rang once before it answered with an urgent hello.

“(Y/N) have you left yet? I’m sorry,” I could hear his apology was real.

“You are making it a bit hard to do so,” I said giggling, completely forgetting that I was just feeling betrayed by his absence this morning. I looked out the window as a loud clap of thunder shook the skies. I smiled into the phone, once again feeling speechless because of him. “You are so extra Thor.”

“I must make it up to you. I will come to you when you get settled at your home. Okay?” Thor said reassuring me that he will go the extra mile to see me. I repeated ‘okay’ quietly. Looking down at my hand in my lap, picking at my nails. I could feel Lauren’s eyes boring into the side of my head. I lifted my head and glanced to her giving her a look to wait a minute before she starts asking questions.

We were silent a for a minute, before I reminded him that I cant leave if he keeps up with this storm.

“Oh, you are right.” I watched out the window and the rain slowed to a stop, no longer seeing the clouds light up. I heard the pilot come over the intercom a few moments later telling all passengers and flight attendants to prepare for take off.

“I have to go now Thor.” I spoke into the phone. He started to say something back, but the engines turned on and picked up speed. They grew very loud and I just said into the phone, “I’ll text you when we land, goodbye.” And hung up.

I looked again to my friend next to me and gave her a shy smile. She just rolled her eyes at me snuggled into Anthony’s arm when the plane started to slowly move toward the runway. I settled into my own seat, leaning my head against the window. I plugged in my headphones again and turned on some music to try and drown out the sound of the rumbling engines.

I woke up by Lauren ripping out my earphones and I heard the Captain say we are to be landing soon. I straightened up in my seat and lifted it back into an upright position and tied up my earphones in my bag that was now shoved under the seat in front of me. I double checked my seatbelt, and looked out the window. You could see everything. Not a cloud insight. I could see clearly everything below us. I felt relief flood over me at the sight of my home state. Vowing to myself and then vocally to Lauren next to me that it’s going to be awhile before I go on  another trip. And if I do, it’ll be at a beach.  

We landed smoothly, or as smooth as it can be, and proceeded through the lines to exit. We followed the crowd towards baggage claim. My brother was the one to pick us up and gave me a crushing hug when he saw us. He’s younger than me, but 6’4 and solid muscle. He may only be 18 but he definitely didn’t look it. He and Anthony loaded our bags in the bed, and then we all hopped in the truck. I was definitely not without struggle.

After a quick 10 minute drive we arrived out our house and Lauren and Anthony immediately took off to go home. My brother was kind enough to grab our bags from the truck while my mother helped me inside the house. As soon as I was sitting, I grabbed my phone and quickly sent a message to the number Thor had text me from saying I was home. I looked around my house from my seat on the couch and was so glad to be home. The feeling of arriving to your house after a long vacation, or in this case a short but insane vacation, is indescribable.

My mother went to her room to do her own thing, and make some calls about our safe arrival. I looked down at my phone waiting for a text to come through from his end but nothing was happening. I turned on Grey's Anatomy on Netflix to pass time. Throughout the rest of the evening we had visitors pop in and out of the house, some family and some family friends, all coming to see that I was alive and well. It was nice to see everyone, but my mind never cleared of my phone in my pocket. I was hyper aware of every ding that came from it, immediately grabbing at it and ferociously looking to see what it was. Many were texts and tweets to me saying they were glad I was back safe. I began to grow impatient with his lack of response.

Around 8 PM I decided to send another. It said that I was getting tired from our day of travel and was going to bed soon, I hope to hear from him. I sent it and hobbled to my room with my crutches. My dog was following behind me.

As soon as my head hit the pillow I was already feeling extremely tired. My emotions for the day were a whirlwind. I was anxious and upset, then ecstatic and relieved, and now confused. I tried to clear my mind of Thor. I tried to dream up a million excuses as to why he hadn’t text back yet, but none seemed to fit.

-

It had been three weeks. Three weeks since I returned from New York. Today I was getting my full cast removed, and it was going to be replace with a boot and a knee brace for extra support, as well as starting physical therapy.

I waited for Thor to text back for three weeks. I finally got a bit worried and decided to call the phone at the Stark tower. A man picked up after the phone system let me through to Thor’s Quarters, but it wasn’t him.

“Who is this?” I asked curiously. My heart was beating fast and my head didn’t know what to think.

“Uh, Sam. Who is this?” The voice retaliated.

“My name is (y/n). Um.. is Thor there?” I was confused as to why he answered the phone.

“Oh no, I heard this phone ring from across the hall, but he went back to Asgard a while ago.” I don't know what came over me, but my immediate reaction was to hang up the phone. My eyes opened wide realizing I just hung up on the person that could answer my questions, but I was scared to come to terms. I stared at the phone in my hand as if it were a foreign object. I dropped it on to my bed, not wanting to even be near it. My head was spinning so fast, I felt nauseous. Of course he went back to Asgard. Why would he take the time to stay here when it’s not his home? I sat down at my desk and just looked at my phone laying there. I felt tears spring up to my eyes but I’ll be damned if I left them fall over a guy. I know better than to get attached to a guy I had just briefly met. I let myself wallow in my defeat, feeling stupid, for about an hour.

My mind went through a couple stages. Denial, there’s no way he would just forget about me so fast. Anger, he lied to me. Depression, was I not good enough to have him stick around? Of course not. He was a god. And then Acceptance, I cannot change what has happened or what decisions were made, only learn to move on from it. Regardless, the heartache I felt was horrible.

I stood up from my desk chair and wiped under my eyes where stubborn tears had fallen against my will. I vowed to myself to not let this ruin my myself. I don’t need someone to depend on or spend every minute with. I have been doing things on my own for a very long time now, my head just drifted to far down the line with him in mind.

The next week I started my spring semester in college. I engulfed myself in my school work, and my full time job as a nanny. Between the kids and school work, there wasn’t much time for thinking about men. He managed to stay off my mind for a while. My mother warned everyone that came in contact with me not to bring up New York. Of course there were random news broadcasts about the Avengers and their most recent missions, but none ever mentioned Thor’s name. He really must have left.

I was a couple weeks into the semester and sitting in my Nutrition course writing notes from a lecture. My professor liked to keep the door open, but I get so distracted easily it made it a bit harder for me with people walking by.

A loud group of friends were walking by and caught my attention. They were talking loudly with no regard for classes in the hallway that were in session. I turned my head to look out the door at them.

“Did you see ‘em,” one girl asked.

“No, I’m going down there now to see if he’s still there. I want a picture with him!” Another girl said. They started to walk further away but I could still catch their loud voices.

“What the hell is an Avenger doing in OKC anyway?” My blood ran cold and my pen dropped from my fingers. I felt the blood drain from my face.

‘There’s no way,’ I thought to myself. After thinking about it for a minute I turned back towards the front of the classroom with a urgent look on my face. If he’s really here, he must be getting attacked by college students. He would stand out like a sore thumb. I made eye contact with my professor who was now looking at me, eyeing me. He gave me an ‘are you okay?’ look and I just panicked again. As quietly and as quickly as I could, I gathered my things and stood up from my table. I sent him an apologetic look but he just waved me off as I walked out the door. While speed walking down the hall and down the stairs I pulled out my car keys from my backpack and secured my phone in my pocket. I came into the main building and examined my surroundings. There was a gathering group of people by the coffee shop, not to far from the main entrance doors. I pinpointed the Asgardian stretching tall among the others. Luckily, he wasn’t drawing to much attention because he was in regular clothing. He was stood there looking in circles around the group of students just smiling politely and saying hello over and over, probably enjoying the attention.

I was stood frozen at the bottom of the stairway watching what was happening. I was in a strong trance watching this until a group of guys coming down from the stairs bumped into me, sending my keys flying. They gave me a short and quick, ‘sorry about that,’ but otherwise ignored me because they were to focused on the out-of-place Avenger.

I quickly grabbed my keys from the ground and stalked toward the growing crowd. I had to shove a few people out of the way, but otherwise it was pretty easy to get to him. His back was now facing me, probably overwhelmed with so many people.

With no time to contemplate my actions, I quickly grabbed his hand and yanked it in my direction. I felt his rough callused hands resist against my small hands. He snapped his head in my direction. I didn’t even turn to look at his reaction. Instead I pulled him out from the crowd by his arm, and immediately headed for the doors leading to the parking lot. My legs were moving fast, speed walking to the exit. I could hear his slower footsteps following suit behind me.

“(Y/n)! I have come to see you as soon as time allowed it.” I heard his words behind me. I ignored him and continued to pull him towards the parking lot. I felt his hand give mine a tight squeeze as I opened the doors to the outside. His hand on mine felt amazing. I couldn’t deny the heat that flowed through my body when I touched him. Without slowing my steps I turned my body sideways to look at him. Anger consumed my thoughts.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Coming here like that?” I thought it was incredibly stupid of him. He could have waited till I got home. I didn’t wait for his reaction. I let go of his hand that had returned the tight grip. We made it to the truck. I hopped in the drivers side and started it while he opened the passenger door and just stood there looking at me. Frustrated I turned my head towards him and sternly told him to get in. After he closed the door, I looked towards him. Thankfully I was driving this my brothers truck today, I don’t think he would fit in my own car with out his head touching the roof and knees in the dash.

“Where have you been.” I spoke shortly. My face showed anger, but my heart felt urgency. My heart was begging for an answer that made sense. My arm rested on the center counsel and his hand came to rest on mine. I picked up my arm to pull it away, but he pulled it back to him to interlace his fingers with mine. I succumbed to his actions, loving the feeling anyway.

He looked at me with despair. He knew what he put me through I could see it in the look on his face. His thumb rubbed circles on the back of my hand while he gathered his words.

“Asgard needed me.” He looked at me gauging my reaction, and when I didn’t give him one he continued. “The beings that attacked New York. During the battle I injured their leader. And they sought revenge on me by threatening my people.” I could see he was telling the truth. His shoulders tense and a pained look on his face at the thought of Asgard attacked under his rule. “It took awhile to take care of.” He looked up at me, meeting my eyes. I immediately felt bad for being selfish. He saw my face change to sympathy but he quickly denied my feelings.

“But that is no excuse for my lack of response. I should have sent you a message at least. It was unfair of me.” He finished again looking shamefully down towards the floor boards.

“Thor..” I started, but didn’t know what to say. “Your people needed you. I understand that,” Accepting his reasoning. His eyes raised to mine. His beautiful irises captivating my consciousness.

“Can I kiss you now?” He said with a hopeful tone.

“I’d like that,” I replied leaning in to meet his lips. His lips molded with mine for the first time in a long time. A shock wave ran through my body at his passionate touch. His hand came up to my jaw, elbow resting on the center counsel that was dividing us. He deepened the kiss, his tongue fighting against my own. I could feel his remorse. A stray tear escaped my eye and I didn't even know I was crying till I tasted the salty drop. Thor pulled away, but kept me close.

“Why the tears my love?” He said gently wiping his thumb across my cheek. No more tears followed, but my chest felt lightweight at his presence. I turned to rest my head on his shoulder while him arms snakes across my back in a side hug.

“I just missed you.” I spoke simply. I enjoying the feeling of him and his embrace. We both looked up from each other out the windshield. There were two students standing there staring at us, one with their phone out. When they saw we were looking, Thor gave them an annoyed face and they scurried off. I giggled to myself at how innately protective he was. I sat up straight and put the truck in reverse.

“Where to now my love.” He ask curiously. He watched my movements with caution as I operate the vehicle, not understanding quite how it works yet.

“We, are going home.” I replied heading out of the overcrowded parking lot.

[squishylilmochi-blog]

§ High Mile Club

Words: 1920

Genre: slightly smut, idol!au, cheating!au, fluff, female reader

A/N: Hi~ Here you have a new ff. Hope you like it~ ^^

"Ladies this way~"- the flight attendant guided us to our sits. Victoria and I sat down as she continued her never stopping rant."He’s.. he is.. Argh! He is a traitor. An asshole. A pig! So unfaithful. A piece of shit! And she’s.. she is.." I cut her ragging speech -"She’s a slut."

Victoria looked surprised at me and nodded -"How can she still call herself ‘your friend’? She’s the worst of the worst." She continued talking about everything that happened, but I was already so tired of it. "Vic, I’m going to the toilet." Victoria stopped and looked at me as she nodded. I got up form my sit and started walking that long airplane hall and as I was reaching the end, I heard Vic calling me. "Pss Pss Y/N~ You sure don’t want me to go with you?" I looked at her and my eyes automatically rolled «What am I? A baby?» I thought as I silently turned around. But just at that moment, I bumped into a guy and fell down.

"Ouch! Aish.. watch out!"- the guy screamed at me as he rubbed his chest. "Yeah.. sorry."- I answered as I got up and brushed some dust from my skirt. I bowed without even looking at that guy face and continued my way to the bathroom. "Hey! That’s all you gonna do? You know, it hurts.."- he continued screaming as he walked towards me. But at that moment another guy, this one taller, stopped him. "Hey, you’re making a scene.. don’t attract so much attention."- the second guy whispered to the first one. Then the taller one looked at me and smiled. «Ugh that fake smile..it just looks exactly like Minho ‘business smile’» I thought to myself as I looked away, breaking the eye contact.

"She might be a Nctizen, right? That’s why she just walked away so fast, she might be shy~"- he said as he patted my head and smiled again. I frowned confused at what he said and quickly moved his hand away."I don’t know what you’re talking about. Now, if you excuse me."- I bowed again and walked away leaving them there, speechless at my sudden action. 

When I came out and went to my sit, I saw Victoria talking to a bunch of guys. "Vic..?" She looked at me and smiled broadly- "Come come baby~ You know who they are?" I looked at all the guys faces and two got my attention. "I don’t." Vic sighed and grabbed my arm making me sit- "Do you remember that band that I told you that I liked?" I kept silence, thinking- "Ah! What were they called..Mmm... MonstaX?" I answered and she started laughing- "Nope, the other one~" I sighed and looked away- "I’m not interested tho." Victoria pouted and hit me in my arm.

"Ah..Vic!"- I screamed in pain. "It’s NCT. Do you hear me? NCT." I rolled me eyes- "Fine. Like I care.." I murmured the last part. She looked at the guys and smiled. "Sweety, this guys are NCT~" I looked up at them as each of them smiled and posed cutely. "Hello."- I responded before looking in my pursue for my phone. She twitched her tongue and hit me again. "Ah! Stop it." Victoria pulled me closer and whispered to my hear- "Aren’t they cute? Also they’re famous~ Be a little bit nicer, ok?" She turned and started to talk to those guys, acting all flirty and cute. I was so done and tired, I grabbed my headphones, put some music on and tried to sleep.

The next thing that I remember is waking up with Vic’s seat being empty. Then someone sat down. "Hey Vic, how long have I being sleeping?" But a deep raspy voice answered -"Mm.. around an hour and a half, maybe two~" I looked at my right and saw the guy from before, the tall one.

"You look really cute and innocent when you’re sleeping~"- he smiled again and I sighed. "Could you quit it already?" He looked at me confused. "I’m talking about that fake smile.."- I paused- "I’m not your fan neither I know you, so quit acting all nice and smiley. It’s disgusting.." He had a shocked expression but it didn’t last long because he busted laughing.

"Oh damn.. Seems like you got me~"- he stopped laughing and became all serious, then he threw me a grin. "Hi, I’m Taeyong. I didn’t think we were able to properly greet each other." He extended his right hand and I replied the handshake. "I’m Y/N." He then bit his lower lip as he looked at me from head to toes. "That ‘Minho Man’ must be stupid to cheat on a girl like you."

"..w-what?" I was left stunned after what he said. "Oh yeah, Victoria told us about that Minho and Sully situation"-he smirked- "Sorry~" I was astonished «I’m going to kill Victoria! Who the hell does she think she is? Why is she explaining my life to strangers?!» I thought as I got up and started to search for her. But then a hand pulled me back to my sit."Hey Y/n. Want me to help you?"- he said smiling. "Ugh.. I thought you finally quit on acting all good.."- I replied looking away, making him giggle.

"Victoria also told us that that ‘Sully Girl’ has a big crush on me.. How about we take some revenge?"- he said grinning as he got closer to me, just a few inches from my face.. "No thanks."- I stopped him while pushing his face away. He sighed and scratched the back of his head. "You know.. You’re too good for him."- he paused making an intense eye contact with me."You don’t deserve what he did to you.."- he looked away and sighed- "He’s such a coward.."

Actually, Minho and I went out for eight years and last year he proposed formally, so we were officially engaged. However, two month ago.. well, more like two month before our wedding, I found him and one of my best friends, Sully, together. They were having an affair behind my back for almost nine month. And everything went down the drain. I broke up with him.

Althought he didn’t want to.. isn’t it funny? He said he still loved me but he also loved her… So there it was, a wedding already planned, all the people already invited, everything paid and the honeymoon already chose. I turned everything down, I called my family and canceled everything. Victoria, my other best friend (and the true one) who came especially from China for my wedding convinced me to still go on the trip. And that trip was the ‘honeymoon’ which was to Hawaii.

I was so done with everything and with him.. I actually just wanted to run away and have fun with Vic and maybe meet someone nice while in the island to.. to distract myself…

"Say Taeyong.. Do you have a girlfriend?" He turned around surprised at my sudden question. "..No?"- he replied confused. "You sure?" He nodded. "Fine, that will do."

I got up from my seat and sat on his lap, facing him. His eyes got bigger. "You don’t have a girlfriend and you said I look cute. With me you don’t need that ‘Good boy’ mask.."- I paused as I got closer to his ear and whispered- "It might be tough to be an idol, right? Let’s help each other to enjoy this damn long flight~" I pulled away a little and looked at him in the eyes- "What do you think?" He gulped before sighing- "I thought you were more innocent.."

"Ok."- I responded as I got off his lap. He then grabbed my waist and pulled me back on top of him. "That was not a ‘No’ babygirl~"- he smirked- "I was just surprised at how straightforward are you.. I’m normally good at reading people, but that’s not happening with you.."

"Then..should we move this to the bathroom?"- he licked his lips, as he looked at mine with desire. "Sure." We both go up and went to the end of the plane, where the bathrooms were, of course leaving some distance between us. When we reached there he quickly entered one without anyone seeing and I got in after him. "That’s actually one of my fantasies~"- he giggled and I looked at him a little confused- "Joining the High mile club.."

"Oh really? I though you might have already done it.." A small laugh (a true one) escaped his lips- "Do I look that much of a fuckboy?" I checked him out from head to toes- "Yeah." He started laughing hard. "Well, as you said, is hard to be an idol.."- he paused and pulled me closer by my waist- "but meeting you here is a good way of starting our holidays~" He smirked and pulled me into a heated make out session.

He pressed me to the wall, opening carelessly my shirt, making all the buttons fly away. Then I pushed him, also smashing him towards the wall, taking away all this upper clothes. Taeyong then attacked hungrily my neck, leaving visible marks everywhere. Inside that small room, there was actually a fight of power between him and me.

He stuck his hand under my skirt, slowly taking off my panties without breaking the kiss. I undid his belt and opened the zipper, taking my time to make him uneasy and more needy. "Stop teasing.."- he whispered between kisses as he lifted me on top of the sink. Pulling my skirt a little bit higher, just enough for him to have space to maneuver. "Ready?"- he asked with a really deep tone, it was more like a growl than words. I bit my lips and nodded.

He shoved everything in with any further concern, making me yelp at his sudden and harsh action. He waited a little for me to get used to his size. "You’re so damn cute Y/N, did you know?"- he whispered as he placed soft kissed on my neck and ear. His words made me blush a little and when I was about to talk back, he just thrusted in and out with force, making me scream a little. He quickly covered my mouth- "Shhh babygirl.. we don’t want people to hear and interupt us, right?"- he asked grinning as he waited for my answer. "No, we don’t.." He giggled and sweetly kissed me before pounding into me again.

With every thrusts he reached deeper and deeper inside of me, his movements got faster making me gasp every time he hit the right spot. He made sure to keep my mouth covered all the time, with his lips or tongue on it because I was a loud moaner, so if we wanted to be discrete, being in a small space moaning like crazy in the plane wouldn’t help at all. After a few more thrusts I quickly reached my highest as a wave of pleasure took over me.

"Ah~Taeyong~!"- escaped from my lips as he locked our fingers together and also reached his climax. "Oh fuck! I came inside.."- he panicked looking at me. I just giggled and pulled him closer, not letting him pull out yet- "I’m on pills, sweetheart~" I pecked him- "Mm.. So you can also be cute~" He looked at me and sighed relieved- "Then.. how about a second round?" We both smirked and softly shared a sloppy kiss.

"We still have time until we reach Hawaii~"

[findmyrupertfriend]

Strange Angel - “Evocation of the Elders”

(This is a recap/review of the eighth episode of Strange Angel. There are spoilers, so proceed with caution! Catch up on the rest here.)

Richard is on a date with the bewitching Marisol! It’s a movie date for The Wizard of Oz, and Richard is simply beside himself like an inexperienced teenaged boy. He eyes Marisol’s hand on her knee and tries to sneak an arm around her, but he loses his nerve. Next, he makes a move for her hand, but she reaches for her popcorn before he can make contact. He makes one more attempt, reaching his hand out very cautiously. Suddenly, Marisol grips his hand and sighs, as the scene in the movie changes from tense to relief.

After the movie, they sit in a taxi outside her apartment. The meter clicks loudly while the taxi driver clears his throat. Marisol talks about the movie and how Dorothy was really a player, like her roommate...who, by the way, works nights and is not at home...Richard looks uncomfortable and begs off since he has the big D.C. trip scheduled for the next day. Marisol clears her throat and bids Richard goodbye. She’s obviously hurt by the snub, and the taxi driver doesn’t fail to notice the whole exchange, either.

Richard returns home to find Jack waiting for him. By this point, Jack knows he was not invited to D.C., but he is surprisingly supportive and encouraging to Richard. Jack rationalizes his lack of an invitation to D.C. because Richard has a security clearance from the propeller team. Jack proposes Richard use their rocketry proposal, even though Professor Mesulam indicated the military was interested in “a more practical application.” Jack dismisses this and insists General Braxton has interest in rocketry. He hands over their rocketry proposal and does his best to build up Richard’s confidence in his own presentation and salesman skills (the very skills Jack has in spades).

For whatever reason, Jack mentions he is surprised Richard is actually going to fly in an airplane to D.C. At first, I didn’t know if something happened in Richard’s past, or if it was just a comment on Richard’s low-risk tolerance. Later, I believe it’s clear the statement was a comment on how averse Richard is to risk. The scene ends on a bittersweet note, with Jack envious, but still encouraging Richard to take a chance and use the rocketry proposal.

The next morning, Jack wakes up in what is becoming his more permanent sleeping quarters - his garage. He reads from his Thelema book and steps outside in his pajamas. Flies buzz noisily around white, full milk bottles left on Ernest’s porch. I guess Jack isn’t banished completely from his house, because next, we see he’s inside making more of a mess than a real breakfast. Broken eggshells litter the stove, yolk seeping out. Jack flips a burned omelet and offers it to a disinterested Susan.

Susan: “I’m not hungry.”

Jack: “Are you gonna keep this up forever?”

Susan: “Please don’t do that.”

Jack: “Do what?”

Susan: “Act like I’m the one who’s being unreasonable.”

Of course, Jack doesn’t want to give up Thelema, but Susan cautions that the military will scrutinize him. Jack begs for forgiveness, but it doesn’t seem like Susan thinks she can forgive him. Their argument (although it’s a pretty low key argument - almost like Susan is beyond caring at the moment) is interrupted by a phone call. Jack answers and tells Susan someone’s car broke down, and they need a ride to work. He also tells her he will be working late.

It’s all lies, cause Jack is really talking to a very drunk and out of sorts Ernest. Ernest is calling from a pay phone at the beach - Point Dume.

Jack: “Where the hell have you been?”

Ernest: “I don’t know, but there’s a shitload of water.” (pause) “Jack...Jack are you with me?”

I find this an interesting question because I think Ernest means it in more ways than one. I feel like Ernest is pleading with Jack a little here.

Jack: “I’m right here.”

Ernest: “I think I might...I was thinking maybe I ought to take a swim.”

Jack: “No. Now, you listen to me.”

Ernest drops his phone, and Jack calls out to him. Ernest gets back on the line and asks Jack if he can bring a light, presumably for the unlit cigarette hanging from Ernest’s mouth, before dropping the phone abruptly.

Meanwhile, Richard is on a plane to D.C. talking to a gentleman who has certain, uh, ideas about air transportation - that it’s “black magic.” Richard tries to provide a scientific point of view, but it is interrupted by a loud noise coming from the airplane that terrifies him.

Susan’s at work, stamping collection notices that contain words like “abomination” and “lying lips” with OVERDUE in bright red letters. She decides to call Jack’s work, feigning an emergency. She fights her anger and disappointment as she speaks. She knew Jack was lying to her.

While Susan comes to grips with this revelation, Ernest is on his search for truth. He stands before the shore, walking towards the waves crashing loudly. He is only shown mid-chest up and from the calves down, but it is intimated that he is naked. (Damn - would’ve been nice to see more, but I suppose that wasn’t the purpose of the scene.)

Jack arrives at Point Dume and finds the empty pay phone. He runs and calls out Ernest’s name. After he finds Ernest’s clothes on the sand, he becomes frantic. Finally, Jack spots Ernest in the water.

Ernest: “Jack Parsons! Come, brother, be baptized with me!”

Looks like Marisol didn’t spend the evening alone. She’s at the lodge with Alfred. He helps button up her clothes, and they discuss Richard. It seems Marisol feels her power in seeing the effect she has on Richard. Alfred becomes concerned and warns Marisol gently.

Alfred: “Do not be misled by this illumination. Pursue your will unfettered. Help our friend discover his. But do not interfere with the will of another. As our Master reminds us, collision is the only crime in the cosmos.”

Marisol: “You’re preaching again.”

Alfred: “I am telling you to be careful.”

Marisol: “Why? Who was ever careful with me?”

Well, now! Marisol is an impertinent one, isn’t she? But I do like how she is challenging Alfred.

They are interrupted by The Minder, who tells Alfred something is urgent. That something is Susan. She pushed past The Minder and is inside the lodge, calling quite loudly for Jack. Alfred tries to reassure her that Jack is not there. Susan is angry and regards the congregants in the room.

Susan: “You can save your assurances for these lemmings. These rats, crawling into people’s homes, poisoning husbands and wives against each other.”

Alfred clears the room to speak to Susan.

Susan: “I’m not afraid of you.”

Alfred: “Clearly.”

Susan continues to ask for Jack, and Alfred continues to insist he is not there. Alfred draws closer and questions why Susan is really there. Susan is uneasy and grips her wrist tightly. Alfred notices right away and asks if Susan is in pain. Her anxiety is further heightened, and she threatens to call the police. Alfred grabs her hand and places his other hand on her wrist. Susan becomes very still, as she’s in shock. Alfred lets go of her hand, and she hurries off.

Jack is still at the beach with Ernest. It’s dark outside, and they sit around a campfire drinking.

Ernest: “The ocean doesn’t care who you are. It just holds you down. Shows you how meaningless you are. My eyes are open now. We don’t spin the wheel. The wheel spins us.”

Ernest is having a crisis of faith in Thelema, and Jack tries to comfort him.

Ernest: “You really think the Grand Magus hocus pocus is going to make all your wishes come true? Well, where’s mine? I did everything that was asked of me. Where’s my heart’s desire? My destiny, my will?” (pause) “Look at me. Look. What do you see?”

Jack: “I see a man who misses his wife.”

Ernest laughs at this, coughing and sputtering.

Ernest: “You see a fool. And I see one, too.”

Jack: “This’ll pass. All right? You’ll get back on your feet. Your path is waiting for you.”

Next, their conversation turns to Richard. Ernest tries to make Jack see that Richard is actually his enemy, but Jack does not believe it.

Ernest: “I wish I knew what to say to make it all better. But I don’t have the answers. Nobody does. Not Alfred. Not the Agape.” (Jack tosses Ernest his cigarette lighter.) “Not even the Great Beast himself.”

Ernest finally lights his cigarette and then studies the lighter. The combination of the light from the campfire and the cigarette lighter playing on Ernest’s face and hands is really beautiful. It’s reminiscent of the scene where Jack lights Ernest’s cigarette on the hill behind their houses. A lovely violin plays in the background, adding to the moment.

Ernest: “Truth is Jack, we’re all alone.”

Jack: “No, we’re not.”

Jack answers with such a surety, causing Ernest to look at him closely.

Jack: “It was you, Ernest. You showed me my true path. And now, I’m standing on the edge of my destiny.”

Ernest continues looking at Jack, then shifts his gaze downward before looking up once again.

Ernest: “Means a lot that you came, Jack.”

The scene ends with another beautiful, wide shot of Jack and Ernest around the campfire.

Richard has arrived in D.C. He’s awestruck by his luxurious hotel surroundings and awkward with the hotel staff.

Jack and Ernest are on the road now, still drinking cause the road goes on forever, and the party never ends! “It Don't Mean a Thing If It Ain't Got That Swing” plays on the radio. Jack starts to put a damper on things by talking about Susan, but Ernest puts a stop to that.

Jack: “Susan’s gonna let me have it with both barrels when I get back.”

Ernest: “Oh, no, right now all we have is the open road, the good music, the good booze, and no earthly obligations. Don’t start on all that bullshit.”

Jack: (smugly) “She wouldn’t leave me.” (pause) “What if she leaves me?”

A bit of foreshadowing going on here???

Ernest: “Then you’ll apologize and she’ll forgive you, and you’ll both go on.”

Jack: “I sleep in the garage, Ernest.”

Ernest: “Whew!”

Oh, I really love how Ernest’s voice sounds when he does this - almost like he’s telling Jack how fucked he is! Ernest is about to get on his soapbox...

Jack: “She says I can’t come back to my own bed until I give up Thelema. Even now, after all it’s done for us.”

Ernest: “There is no way to live honestly with a woman. In fact, I reject the entire institution. Marriage is false. Tyranny of the so-called free society.”

Jack: “There’s the Ernest I know. Seemed like you were done with all that.”

Ernest: “Hell does that mean?”

Jack: “Nothin’. Just last night you were…”

Ernest: “You never had a moment of doubt?”

Jack: “Settle down.”

Ernest: “I was tested, Jack. It was a test.” (shouting) “Do we shrink from our destiny and become small like other men, or do we ascend? I ASCEND!” (smiling) “I’m goddamn ascending right now!”

Jack: (laughing) “Can you keep your eyes on the road while you’re ascending?”

Ernest: (happily) “Yes!”

Jack decides to snooze, and Ernest gives him a look of contentment. He hears a plane flying overhead, and the gears shift again in Ernest’s mind. Ernest changes course and chases after the plane. (Look at those eyes 😍)

Susan is still looking for Jack but doesn’t find him in the garage. Instead, she finds the Thelema book and a hand-drawn picture of Jack’s father, Marvel.

While Susan looks for Jack, Richard looks for some confidence. He practices his speech and pauses to call Marisol long distance. He has a hard time speaking at first, but then the words fly out of him. He’s searching for validation and reassurance. He knows she can give it to him, and she does. Richard brings up the other night in the taxi and admits he didn’t know what to say or do. At this, Marisol builds him up, likening him to the Wizard from the movie. At first, Richard is puzzled.

Richard: “But the Wizard is a fraud.”

Marisol shakes his comment off.

Marisol: “You know what else I was thinking? I was thinking: if he wanted to take me inside, right now, I wouldn’t be able to behave myself.”

Richard’s eyes widen, and his mouth falls agape.

Marisol: “Well...good luck, Mr. Wizard.”

And with that, Marisol hangs up the phone.

Susan is still searching for Jack, or rather, for more insight into Jack. She visits his mother and looks through photographs. Susan is flipping through them at a pace faster than Ruth likes, and she comes across a picture of Marvel. Susan shows Ruth the hand-drawn picture of Marvel and tells her she is worried about him. All of this unnerves Ruth, and she denies that Jack is anything like his father.

Ruth: “Marvel Parsons was born with the devil inside him.”

After Susan mentions that Jack did not come home, and she doesn’t know where he is - Ruth has a biting piece of advice.

Ruth: “You’re a woman, aren’t you? Give him a bed to be in. And for heaven’s sake, the first thing a wife ought to know is where her husband goes at night.”

After insulting and blaming Susan for Jack’s issues, Ruth promptly asks Susan to pick up rotting fruit that has fallen from the trees. It seems Queen Ruth has hurt her back, and the people housing her can’t be bothered. Ruth also provides some snotty remarks such as all the rotting fruit “brings the vermin” and not everyone deserves to have property. Lovely woman that Ruth is. Maybe the rotting fruit doesn’t fall far from the tree?

The green grass is littered with fruit, decomposing in the heat. Flies buzz greedily while Susan crouches down to pick up the rotten fruit. Suddenly, a pair of barefoot feet appear. Susan’s eyes travel upward to see a young Susan, dressed in white, with an orange peel in her mouth. Susan drops the basket of fruit, and the image disappears.

Richard arrives for his meeting, and the gentleman at the desk is not impressed with him at all. There are dozens of men waiting to give their own presentations as well. Once Richard is called in for his meeting, he hurriedly prepares the overhead projector. A large number of military men surround the expansive conference table and continue talking, ignoring Richard for the most part. General Braxton is in the audience and makes it clear that Richard needs to be quick. The men are anxious for their lunch. Before Richard begins, he faces the overhead projector and whispers to himself.

Richard: “I am the Wizard.”

Once Richard turns around to face the group, he tilts his head with confidence and speaks authoritatively. He reaches into his briefcase and grasps both of the proposals - the one on rocketry and the other on jet propulsion. However, he only pulls out one - can you guess which one it is? Hint: Jack won’t be happy.

Ernest’s truck is parked near groves of orange trees being picked by workers. Ernest runs through the grove, and Jack follows. Ernest has a sloppy, silly run, with his arms bent and elbows crooked out, while Jack runs like a robot. They find a red two-seater airplane, and Ernest just hops right in! Ernest coaxes Jack into hopping in with him and starts monkeying around with the controls. Jack panics and realizes Ernest is going to fly this plane with him in it!

Ernest: “Richard’s not the only one who’s gonna get to fly.”

Jack’s panic increases as Ernest starts to take off, but he becomes joyous soon enough.

Ernest: (pointing towards the sky) “Yeah, Jack! We’re going up there!”

Jack’s panic has turned into pure joy and excitement. Ernest takes Jack closer to the stars in the little red plane. When Jack and Ernest return home, they are both still on a high, joking about the stunt Ernest pulled - pretending to not know how to fly an airplane. As they exit the car, Ernest pauses to take a look at his house before he and Jack part ways.

Richard waits for Jack on the porch, and Jack cannot wait to hear how things went in D.C. As Jack whoops with excitement, Ernest enters an empty house. He quietly looks around for a moment. Meanwhile, things are getting louder outside at Jack’s house, once he realizes Richard did not present the rocketry proposal.

Jack sits and buries his face in his hands. When Richard shows him a check payable to the JATO Group for $20,000, Jack thinks all is not lost.

Jack: “Okay, we can still fix this. We can put some of this money towards our real goal.”

Richard: “No, Jack. For the first time ever, someone other than us believes in our work. We can’t betray that.”

Jack: “I was the one who believed. I was the one who never wavered. And what do you do with that belief? You sold it to the highest bidder!”

Jack has been holding it together all this time, but now he is losing his shit on Richard. He crumples up the check and throws it. Richard has about had it himself.

Richard: “Are you out of your goddamn mind?!”

Jack: “I’ve never been clearer, Richard.” (pointing at Richard) “I see you for what you really are.”

And Richard shows him who he is. He puts the knife in and twists it.

Richard: “They were never gonna go for your preposterous ideas, Jack. Why is it you think Braxton and Mesulam sent me to D.C.? Hmm? They needed someone they could trust to give a sensible presentation that was relevant to the state of the world. An actual scientist, not someone who believes that they can will things into existence.”

Jack: “I don’t expect you to understand.” (pausing) “You can’t. It’s just not in you.”

Richard: “You sound like a lunatic.” (points to Ernest’s house) “You’ve been spending too much time with that lunatic.”

Jack: “Don’t bring him into this! He’s done more for me in the last 24 hours than you’ve done in the last 15 years.”

Richard: “You’re delusional. Everyone sees it but you.”

Jack isn’t giving up. He’s got his own knife to twist.

Jack: “Who sees it? Huh? Hmm? Who sees it? Your esteemed colleagues? You crunch numbers, Richard, and call them ideas. You’re not a visionary. You’re a fucking calculator.”

SICK BURN!!!!!!

Richard: “You know what I think, Jack? I think you’re pissed about the money because I’m the one who got it. It happened in spite of you, not because of you. And after all this time and after all of your grandstanding and your flailing in the dark, I am the one who made it real, not you. Me.”

Well, Richard is feeling himself, ain’t he? I bet he’s ready to go grab Marisol and fuck her silly now, he’s feeling so big and powerful...but not so fast…

Jack: “You didn’t make it real. You made it small.”

Jack leaves Richard on the porch to blink for all eternity because he just got owned so badly. Jack decides it’s time for another drink and opens up a cold one from the fridge. Jack walks into his hallway, pausing, as does Ernest, in his own house. 

He still has Jack’s cigarette lighter from his father. He sits on his bed in his empty room and lights it. He places a hand over the flame. The flesh starts to burn, as Ernest breathes heavily and focuses on chanting. He grimaces, squeezing his eyes tight before he moves his hand away from the flame. His deep inhale is like a loud hiss. As his breathing calms, he looks down at his hand, wedding ring still on his finger. Then he closes his eyes and looks upward, still concentrating.

Susan returns to the lodge to confront Alfred about her wrist. Alfred professes he was not aware of her wrist issue, but that he merely pays attention. As Alfred continues speaking, Susan becomes less angry and more uneasy.

Alfred: “I notice when a person is uncomfortable, holding something inside. Memories, desires, regrets. These things manifest in our body. They live in our bones. They make us restless. They cause us pain.”

Susan: “I don’t believe in any of that.”

Alfred: “The truth doesn’t care if you believe in it. It simply exist whether we want it to or not. Most of the time, we don’t.”

Alfred invites Susan to sit down and inquires about her pain, which she says is gone. He leans in and asks again.

Alfred: “Are you in pain?”

Susan: “I don’t know. I suppose I was. My wrist was. I type a lot at my job. At times it’s bad. Excruciating, in fact. It was yesterday, but...then you put your hands on me and…”

Alfred: (quietly) “Yes?”

Susan: “It went away.”

Alfred leans back in his chair now and studies Susan carefully.

Susan: (frowning) “What exactly are you doing?”

Alfred: “Did you come here for your husband?”

Susan: “Yes, I told you I was looking for Jack.”

Alfred: “Did you come here for your husband?”

Susan: “He didn’t come home last night. I have no idea where he is.”

Alfred: “He’s not here. You know that.”

Susan: “I do know that, but I thought that maybe you might…”

Alfred continues pressing Susan, repeating his question twice. He pulls his chair closer, leans in close and stares straight into Susan’s eyes. Susan’s mouth twists and her eyes are full of fright and sadness. She is in pain, and it’s not her wrist.

Susan: (whispering) “No.”

Alfred: “Why are you here, Susan?”

Susan: (shaking her head) “I think...I think something might be wrong with me. I need to be fixed. Can you do that?”

Alfred is still staring at her and replies with a simple “no.” Susan begins to cry and puts her face into her hands.

Alfred: “Because you are not broken.”

Susan stops crying and looks up at Alfred.

Damn. It’s getting good, and I’m still rooting for Susan. Poor girl needs some relief of her own, and holy hell Alfred has a sexy voice and manner. I’m quite interested to see how Alfred will help Susan release some of her angst and come into her own self. Too often she is treated as an afterthought and belittled by the people surrounding her.

And while I’m not sure where is the flame between Ernest and Jack, I can see they are forging a deep bond. They care for and are there for one another. Maybe Richard used to be that friend to Jack when they were growing up, but now Ernest is Jack’s BFF. Only two more episodes to see where things go, and IMDb was WRONG! Rupert is not in just eight episodes. It lists nine as of right now, and I’m hoping it’s really all ten.

One other note: I bet Richard finally pops his cherry with Marisol. Wouldn’t that just be our luck? We see everyone BUT Ernest having sex.