#state champs x movements night

[justanamesstuff]

All I Need

Chapter 2

Matty Healy!dad x f!reader

A/N: okay, second chapter/part…I had fun writing this part. Hope you enjoy it!!

Word count: 2k

Warnings: swearing, friends bickering, broken hearts (?), typos

Chapter 1

“Okay, we’re off.” Matty announced, extending his arms towards Grace. She faked refusing his request, which made Amelia chuckle and hide her little face on her mother’s best friend's neck. Y/n laughed witnessing. “Give my baby back!” Matty insisted, poking Grace on the arm.

In a swift movement, Matty took Mel and stepped back a few meters. “Yes!” He celebrated.

“Have fun” Y/n said to them. “Tell the guys that I’ll drop by anytime soon” She stated to Matty.

“You two can come with us...” He offered to the grown up women. Y/n shook her head.

“She needs her time with daddy.”

Matty smiled wide, dropping kisses on his daughter's chubby cheeks. “My sweet baby!”

“We need to gossip about you as well.” Grace muttered behind her mug. Matty looked instantly to Y/n arching an eyebrow. He was expecting an answer, meanwhile Y/n wanted to kill her best friend.

Y/n purposely ignored the conversation. Saying goodbye to her daughter. “Give mommy a kiss, and go.” Y/n sensed Matty staring. Matty stood there, in the middle of the kitchen, analysing how Y/n ignored eye contact. 'Was it a joke or a fact? Or both?'

If he didn’t say more, she wasn't going to either.

“Okay…” He spoke with his voice full of questions. “See you two later. Don’t burn the house down, please!” He turned around, with Amelia secured in his arms.

Once the sound of the door closing reached Y/n's ears, she looked dead panned at Grace. “I’m going to kill you, idiot. Why did you tell him that?”

“What?” They stared at each other for a minute. “I wasn’t lying…” Grace shrugged her shoulders.

“I don’t care, Grace. He has a big ego, stroked daily by…”

“Fans and hot models, actresses…”

“Yes, thank you.” Y/n shut her with a stern look. Deeply annoyed about that truth. "So he doesn’t need to know that we…sometimes-”

“Many, many, many times...”

“Why- shut up!” Y/n walked away towards the living area, which connects directly with the kitchen. “We don’t talk about him that much…and even if we did, he doesn't need to know, okay?"

“It was a joke!” Grace followed her, plopping at Y/n’s side on the big couch.

Y/n hold a scream, saying “I can’t stand you sometimes.”

Grace laughed at her antics. “You love me. Anyway…” she dragged the start of the phrase too much for Y/n’s liking. “What’s really going on?”

“What do you mean?” Y/n tried to keep her voice tone as normal as she could.

“No. Talk to me.” Grace warned her. Turning, so they were face to face while sitting on the big white couch. “Y/n…”

“I-” She didn’t know where to start. Not even her understood what was really going on inside her head.

After a week of having Matty around, her nerves were over the top. As she said, the frontman was fulfilling his duties as Amelia’s father like a champ. He was always like that once he was home. Being the perfect father and co-parent. Years before, she would not have believed it was possible. Never. But so many times he made her swallow her words, or thoughts, for what this matter involved. Once, he explained to her how guilty he sometimes felt while being away. Voicing his worries to her warmed Y/n’s heart.

They were truly friends, co-parenting a beautiful girl. Although being a parent was hard. A life full of joy, but full of worries as well. The fear of fucking her little mind creeping inside Matty’s mind, but Y/n’s as well. They bond over sharing good moments, but mostly through surfing the waves of sadness and hard times.

Y/n couldn’t complain about his behaviour during the week. At the same time, Y/n couldn’t ignore the growing pain inside her chest. He was being a pal, but not her partner.

Everything went even south the night before. She was laying in bed, exhausted after a long day full of: playing, changing nappies, a walk to the park, feeding Amelia and bath time. She could clearly hear from her bedroom -which was at the other side of the hall on the first floor-, Matty softly singing to Amelia. He was the one in charge of bedtime. With him sound tracking, Y/n scrolled through Instagram. Hundreds of notifications. Her accounts were private, but people managed to constantly tag her.

The same picture repeating itself plastered on her phone screen. Matty walking with a girl. No holding hands, no kissing, no nothing. The speculations were there, under, as texts and comments. People convinced the girl walking along was a worldwide known model. Matty looked kind of tired at her side, everything about her looked perfect. Y/n locked the device, leaving it on the bedside table. She took a deep breath and tried to sleep. Her mind racing with thoughts kept her wide awake for longer than she wanted to accept. Not conclusions, only a sour heart.

“Nothing. It's nonsense.” Y/n told Grace.

“It's not nothing if it is worrying you…” Y/n laughed, loudly. The irony.

“Nothing is really wrong. He’s a great father, Amelia is happy to have him back…work is good.”

“But?”

“What?”

“But something is clearly disturbing you...”

Y/n succumbed to Grace’s inquiries. “It’s so stupid. We have an arrangement…everything we do- Matty and I, everything we do around here is for Amelia to be happy and healthy-” She rambled, not really making sense.

“But?”

“But I’m sinking down.” Y/n admitted. Those words directly to her more than to her friend.

“Why?” Grace knew she was pushing a little, feeling at the same time as it was for the better. “Why are you sinking?”

“It’s selfish…”

“Stop beating around the bush, you idiot. Say it!”

“I want someone to care for me, to fucking love me…”

Grace looked at her like a third eye appeared on her forehead. “Amelia adores you, I adore you…”

“I don’t mean it like that, Grace! It’s been so long since someone…you know” Grace busted into a fit of laugh. “Are you fucking laughing?” Y/n couldn’t believe her.

“Yes!” Grace said, trying to contain the sound but failing miserably. She started to roll on the couch. Y/n stood up.

“Stop laughing!”

“I can’t believe the crap you said.”

Y/n was starting to get pissed. It took a lot of her to express those feelings, and Grace wasn’t taking her seriously. “Thanks for being emphatic.”

“No, no..” Grace seated back up, drying her eyes. “I am.”

“You are no-”

“Shhhh-” Y/n friend lifted a single finger. “My time to talk!” she grinned when Y/n kept her silence. “I understand what you are saying…but please, if you want someone to fuck you-”

“That’s not the only thing I want.” Y/n screaming while blushing massively.

“Fine, yeah- still, you can go on dates!”

“Fucking when Grace? I have a daughter to raise...”

“She has a father, she has me…the boys would do it for her and for you, you know that. Amelia has an uncle, and granpare-”

“Yeah, but I’m her mother!” Y/n started to pass around the living room. She knew deep down those were merely excuses.

“Matty is his father. Doesn’t stop him from hooking up, date or whatever.” Grace tried to present her thoughts without knowing it was a dagger directly towards Y/n’s heart. Y/n looked down. The pictures came to her mind. “Y/n…” She snapped out of her daydreaming.

Y/n cleaned her throat. “Yeah, you’re right.” Her heart was aching. “I should-”

“Oh, no-” Grace looked through her.

Y/n’s head snapped up, her eyes wide. “What?”

“Don’t tell me…”

“I haven’t-”

“Shit, Y/n.”

“What?!”

“He’s fucking half of the population of the planet. He’s not made for being a good partner…”

“Don’t who- What you’re tal-”

“Matty.”

Y/n knew her facade was weak. At that moment of the conversation she couldn’t stop. “What about him?”

“Look at me and say you’re not waiting around for him.”

Y/n shut up. She was the one aware of her feelings. Although, she never thought she was doing what Grace implied she was doing. She felt light-headed. Y/n sat down slowly on the couch. “Am I doing that?” She asked herself.

“Y/n…”

“Fuck-” she closed her eyes tight. “No.” Y/n jumped from the couch. Her mind was working hard. Hurting a little. “I’m not waiting for him. Maybe I was excusing myself from dating…” She rambled out loud, starting to form a believable tale.

Grace tried to warn her. “He’s not going to stop dating hot girls…not that you aren’t hot, just-”

“Yeah, I know.”

“I bet he’s good at…it. That's not enough though-”

“Yes.”

“He cheated before-”

“We don’t know that for a fact-”

“Y/n…”

“Do you still have Paul’s number?” Y/n asked suddenly.

“Maybe. Why?”

“Give it to me.”

“Y/n…you need to slow down”

“Grace, give it to me!”

She grabbed her phone reluctantly, sending Y/n her cousin's phone number. Y/n started typing seconds after opening her phone. She was high on some cocktail of feelings, and Grace didn’t know how to or if she had to interfere. Maybe it was for the best. She hopped.

Suddenly, Y/n left the phone in the middle of the coffee table. “Done” she said.

“Mhm?” Grace was unsure.

“I have a date. Friday night.”

Grace couldn’t believe what was happening. “You’re crazy!”

“That’s new to you?” Matty asked -obviously- joking about it. Grace and Y/n felt like teenagers being caught after smoking for the first time. “Are you two okay?” he asked, fearing the answer due to their faces and sharing looks.

He left Amelia on the floor. She walked towards Y/n, who lifted her up. “Yes.” she responded, kissing her daughter, trying to find some comfort.

“Why then do you look like someone died?”

Grace laughed, trying to break the tension. “You just scared us. Wasn’t expecting you here so soon.”

“Yeah, well…mel-mel was screaming for a change of diapers. Forgot those at home. So…”

“Right!” Grace continued talking. Y/n was struggling to keep her calm, although she felt so pathetic.

“Y/n, are you feeling alright?”

“Yeah, wh-”

“She has a date...with Paul!” Grace shouted, scaring all of them. Making Amelia cry.

“Thanks, Grace!” Y/n’s voice was full of sarcasm. She walked away with her baby crying, trying to calm her.

She wasn’t far enough, she listened to Matty and her friend talking. “Paul, your prince charming cousin Paul?” Matty asked, Y/n felt a wave of regret. He sounded pissed, she thought. Y/n shushed Amelia, and herself too.

“Erm, yeah..him.”

“Y/n..” Matty went searching for her. He found her quickly. The lead singer stopped at the door, watching and analysing every one of Y/n’s movements.

“Yeah?”

“Are you really going on a date?” The question angered her. Who was him to ask that? She never questioned his dating behaviours. Never. Especially when those came with a tsunami of articles. Their personal romantic lives were out of the arrangement about co-parenting and living together. They weren’t a couple. He was not allowed or supposed to question her dating behaviours.

“Yes,” she said firmly. “Why?”

That took Matty back. “I-”

“Can you look after Mel…or I can ask-”

“Yes, I can. When?”

“Friday night.”

“Friday night” he repeated. “Okay, I have to check some tracks- Since I had to leave early, George sent them- ” Matty abruptly informed them, stumbling with his words. “Nice to see you, Grace.” and he was out of sight.

Grace walked out of the living room slowly. Making herself visible for mother and daughter. “Now I have a good reason to kill you.” Y/n stated.

Grace smiled wide. “I’m this beauty godmother, you can’t.” She took Amelia in her arms. The little girl laughed, and some tension disappeared from her mother's body.

She tried not to think too hard about Matty’s reaction. She focused on the date. No spark on her body, maybe it would come closer to it, to Friday. She tried to believe this was for the better. Grace was right, Matty wasn’t probably made to be her partner, but someone out there was.

Chapter 3

Feedback always welcome ❤️

[robinruns]

Thanks @fangsup-cobrastyle for tagging me in your brand new tag game!

Rules: Put your music on shuffle and write down the first song that comes up for every letter, A-Z.

A: Anything But Me - MUNA

B: Bail Me Out - All Time Low

C: Come Back to Earth - Sunsleeper

D: Don't Give Up Your Ghost - Movements

E: Everything Is Alright - Motion City Soundtrack

F: Frozen - State Champs

G: Give Em Hell Kid - My Chemical Romance

H: Holy Water - Taking Back Sunday

I: I Never Told You What I Do For A Living - My Chemical Romance

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K: Keeping Your Head Up - Birdy

L: Lo/Hi - The Black Keys

M: Messy - Twin XL

N: Nails, Hair, Hips, Heels - Todrick Hall

O: One of These Nights - Eagles

P: Piece of Your Heart - Mayday Parade

Q: Question...? - Taylor Swift

R: Risqué - Cute Is What We Aim For

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U: Undone (The Sweater Song) - Weezer

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X: XS - Rina Sawayama

Y: Young & Doomed - Frank Iero

Z: Zombie Bastards - Weezer

#: 4 AM In London - Benjamin Francis Leftwich

Oh that took a while!! But I suppose that's my fault for having 5400+ liked songs on Spotify. If I had just done the songs on my phone it would have gone much quicker, but there would have been less variety

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[jmrivera18]

ang saya saya ko naman dito 💙

[shhhlikeme]

can I get hcs of kenma and tendou with a quiet and reserved S/O but she’s secretly really pervy? Nsfw maybe 👉👈 I love your writing!! (*^▽^*)

Thank youuu😘

You may! I‘m writing Kenma’s separately because my posts are too long so look out for pt. 2 later! Ps. Idk if it’s spelled ‘tendo’ or ‘Tendou’ so I might swap from time to time lol.

I literally love this one shot!

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Tendou Satori x “Timid Girl by Day: Naughty Girl by Night” S/O

(Slight NSFW)

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“I was in the chess club, too Y/N. State champ, 1984!” Exclaimed Tendou’s father loudly. His mother, who was sitting across from him at the restaurant dinner table beamed at him.

“She’s a keeper, Tendou. You better not do anything to lose her!” Satori’s mom reached over to hold onto your hand and you gave her a sweet smile, happy that you had won your boyfriends family over.

“I was state champ last year,” you mumbled to his family quietly and they practically gushed to death.

“How did our strange Tendou get you?” Questioned his mother rather rudely.

she shoulda kept that in the drafts

You shrugged, feeling the need to defend your love. “Tendou is the kindest, most gentle, honest boy I’ve ever met. I’m lucky to have him. Right, Ten?”

Your boyfriend Tendou had been staying out of yours and his parents conversation for the majority of the night, a little because his parents didn’t need any help in counting his faults but moreso because his girlfriend......had her foot pleasurably kneeding his crotch under the table. Very pleasurably, considering the man had a mild foot fetish. You were softly running the underside of your foot along his length that has hardened fully due to your ministrations. You used your foot to nudge his thighs apart and fondled his balls.

“Right, Ten?” You repeated.

Tendou looked at you across the table when you evilly invited him into the conversation, knowing that he wasn’t listening a damn.

“S-sorry w-what?” He pretended to cough quickly in order to cover his moan when you fondled his balls. You were literally going to make him cum and you haven’t even stuttered once when talking with his parents.

“Aren’t you listening?” His mother snapped.

“He never listens.” His dad muttered.

“Your parents were just saying how lucky you are to have me because of how quiet and reserved I am.” You gave him a sexy smirk and slowly grazed the length of his his member from top to bottom. Tendou had to increase the force of his coughing and look away because his eyes wanted to roll to the back of his head.

“Sweetheart, drink some water will you?” His mother waves the server over and points to the water pitcher.

“And Ten, I was telling your parents how you are the best boyfriend in the world because you......”

Tendou couldn’t listen to you when his thoughts were so consumed by lust. It wasn’t his fault that he hadn’t any more blood in his brain because it had all migrated south. He was so turned on by not only your movements, but the fact that everyone who knew you, including him, thought you’d be the last girl to be doing what you’re doing right now.

He fell in love with the shy girl in school—because you were so pretty and quiet and you spent all your lunches in the library like he used to do before Ushijima invited him to start joining him for lunch. You were very reserved, never choosing to roll your school skirt to make it shorter like all the other girls in school and Tendou saw that as endearing.

And you were nice to him. When he built up the courage to sit next to you and start a conversation, you were quiet but the nicest person he’s ever met..... Even though his personality should have scared you like it did everybody else.

you two started dating and you never changed from being mousy and reserved

That is.....until it came to anything sexual

Something intimate had only happened between you two once before and you had been interrupted by Tendou’s parents, but he caught a glimpse of your very strong naughty side

But even that brief moment was nothing compared to this

Touching him under the table while his parents were right there....this was one for the books

But what can you say? Your perversion came out like a bat of a hell when you saw Tendou so nervous introducing you to his family, looking so cute in his green tux. You’d never seen him so reserved but you knew it was because his parents weren’t his favourite people in the world. You don’t know why but seeing him like this made you want to make him orgasm, and he was rendered powerless to stop you

“Ten, are you not feeling okay honey? You haven’t been answering us.” You asked your redhead sweetly as you agonizingly-slowly removed your foot off of him and slipped it back in your flats. You gave him an innocent bat of your eyelashes.

Tendou held back his whine from your removal.

His parents asked Tendou if he needed to go see a doctor again due to his strange behaviour that he used to exhibit when he was young.

Satori only needed to see the doctor if they could give his gf a prescription of what to do with a bf’s serious case of blue balls.

Nevertheless, Ten tried to explain himself to his parents because the threat of seeing his childhood doctors was an absolute no.

“N-no I mean s-sorry! Y/N, parents, I-I’m fine, trust me—“

You interrupted him. “No, I don’t think you’re fine, Ten.”

“Yes I am—“

Irritated with him, you turned to grin at the older couple. “Mr. & Mrs. Tendō, your doctors are very unnecessary. I know just how to help your son,”

Tendou watched how you brought a glass to your lips after you spoke. You had asked the server for a straw earlier, which was pretty odd in a five star restaurant, but now Tendo knew why. With your eyes innocent and with his parents eyes on their son in worry, you took a sip of the water. Then, you slipped the straw further into your mouth suggestively. You circled your tongue around it for your boyfriend’s hungry eyes only. Tendou’s dick twitched under the table.

You rendered the sexy clown speechless momentarily. lets all applaud

“Son, I thought you got over that awful odd phase you’d been in because you got to Shiratorizawa....”

Your bf rushed to defend himself even though he barely heard his father. “Dad! I promise I have and that I’m fine! I don’t need any more help—“

“It’s nothing like that, Mr Tendo. But you do look like you’re a little under the weather, Ten. Maybe you need to leave early?” When your boyfriend’s eyes flicked back to you, you flicked the tip of your straw with your tongue— the same way you wanted to do to certain other tip.

How can your eyes remain so innocent as you do this?! Satori thought. Horny, annoyed with his parents, and confused, Tendou shook his head at his dad. “No! I’m okay, reall—“

You kicked him under the table. The idiot was not getting it! “No YOU’RE not, Ten. I think you’re feeling sick. With JUST a cold. And I think you need me to take you back to my house so I can nurse you back to health, correct?” You spoke slowly hoping your boy would finally get the gist.

Finally, that lightbulb turned on. 💡

Our cherryhead baby was like:

Bruh.

His eyes lighting up because the sexy redhead FINALLY understood your sexual innuendo, he nodded. His mind ran with thoughts of you and him in your bed: hopefully naked. Keeping up your impeccable sweeter than though charade that his parents ate right up, you turned to his parents. “I recently got my acceptance letter into the nursing program at Kyoto University.”

“What?!” Mrs. Tendō’s jaw dropped. She grabbed her husbands hand and squeezed it excitedly. “But that’s one of the top 2 Universities in Japan!”

You smiled, blushing shyly. Your boyfriend was shocked at how you are truthfully so insanely bashful and that it wasn’t an act with his parents. He couldn’t think about that for long though, because in that moment your foot unexpectedly grazed his erection again and it felt sooooooooooo good that he had to let out a strangled cough to cover his moan again.

You were happy with his reaction. “See, the poor thing is still coughing. Would you two mind if I took him home to help him? I promise he’ll be back to normal after.”

“Go ahead, chess champion, Kyoto U student!!!! Please keep our son and be a good influence on him!”

Satori couldn’t help but think, ‘Good influence?!’ As he bit back a moan of sexual frustration when you removed your foot again. He was embarrassed by how close he was.

“Great!” You smiled. “Let’s go, Ten sweetheart. The sooner we get home the sooner I can make you feel better.” You got up, straightening your humble dress and rounded the table so you were standing behind your sitting boyfriend. His parents began busying themselves with collecting their things.

From behind, you leaned over and whispered in your man’s ear,

“When we get to my house, I’m going to make you cum so hard that you’ll make a riddle about me, too.”

Your boyfriends eyes rolled back and his leg started tapping on its own like a dog wagging its tail.

Tendou’s parents were busy with the cheque.

“Our valet just pulled up so we are going to go now, but Thank you so much for joining us for dinner, Y/N.” finished his parents approvingly. “You are without a doubt the kindest, sweetest, most modest scholar we’ve ever met. And by some miracle you are dating our son! I hope you get out of that timid shell one day, Y/N, because you deserve all the praise.”

You blushed, giggling like a school girl as you hugged your boyfriend, just enough so that he could feel your boobs pressed to his back. He wagged his tail more.

“Thank you, Mr. & Mrs. Tendou. I promise that I shall work on my timidity and modesty.” On your son’s dick, that is, You thought to yourself, smirking because you were only a 10-minute drive to your house.

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Baby Kenma in part 2 later lol

[prettyboybarzal]

tattoos together (2) // tyler seguin

(PART ONE) 

pairing: tyler seguin x reader

summary: it’s been three years since the fourth of july on the cape with tyler and you’ve finally made the trip down to dallas for a visit. some things have changed, some remain the same... 

(2016 dallas stars and 2/3 of tyler’s dogs, apologies if some details aren’t accurate about the stars season. i was too lazy to do my research.)

word count: 5k+

author’s note: here’s part two of this fic!!! more to come... please leave me feedback or whatever and reblog/like. thank you for the reaction on the first part! love u <3333333

warnings: more alcohol, more tattoos, prob cursing

June 2016

“Do you really have to go? I mean, you literally just saw him when he was visiting Boston in April.”

When the comment falls from your current boyfriend’s lips, you’re glad that you have your back to him because the eye roll that came after was not pretty. You had to wonder how many times Dan was going to get insecure about your friendship with Tyler before he gave it up. Tyler wasn’t going anywhere, in fact he already had. But, apparently, the distance between Boston and Dallas still wasn’t enough for your fragile boyfriend.

“That was two months ago, and it was only one night,” you point out. You shove a sweatshirt into the suitcase and look up at him. “Besides, I’ve never visited him in Dallas.”

“Okay, but two weeks?” he asks. “It seems like an unnecessary amount of time to visit him.” You don’t respond. This is a conversation the two of you have had too many times and it’s exhausting. But, Dan continues, “It’s just weird to me. I mean, he bought you first class tickets to visit. I wouldn’t do that for someone I wasn’t dating.”

“Tyler has been my best friend since 2011. He’s been with me throughout my undergraduate degree and most of my Masters. He’s been there each time I’ve been left heartbroken by insecure guys, like you’re being right now,” you state. His eyes widen at the tone of your voice. You take a step closer, crossing your arms over your chest. “He’s basically a member of my family and he was devastated when he couldn’t make it to my graduation last month.”

“Can you just let him have his moment and celebrate with me?” you ask. “You have me every day and we spent a week celebrating in Cancun. Let him celebrate with me for two weeks and then you get me back.”

Dan’s face softens. He reaches out and tugs you forward by the waistband of your sweatpants. You fall into him, fitting yourself between his legs as his hands trail up your sides. He captures your face in his hands and says, “Fine. As long as you promise that I get you back, I don’t care.”

“Of course,” you state. He tilts his head up to kiss you and you oblige. It’s short and lacking in passion. When you pull away to grab your toiletry bag from the bathroom, you find yourself wiping his kiss from your lips.

Dan is the second guy you’ve dated since Tyler left and he’s outlasted the other one, but you know he’s not your forever. You’ve only been together for six months or so and the fire has already started to burn out.

Besides, you have big plans that don’t really involve him, ones that you haven’t even disclosed to him yet because you’ve been holding out on speaking them into existence until you’re with Tyler again.

Maybe it’s unfair to string Dan along like this, but you figure he’s a nice enough guy that if things really don’t go your way… At least you’ll have him. And, seeing as the past three years have been shit, things don’t like to go your way.

You share one kiss with your best friend and, suddenly, you’ve thrown off the balance of the universe.

Instead of waking up late on the Fifth of July to make breakfast with Tyler and steal another kiss or two, you woke up at 7 a.m. by a call from your mother. Your dad, who’d always been in good shape, had gone on his usual morning run and suffered a heart attack just half a mile from your house.

The next few days were a whirlwind of hospital food and neck cramps from sleeping by his bedside. Soon enough, the kiss with Tyler was long forgotten, pushed back to a corner of your mind that you weren’t willing to access any time soon.

Tyler was a little ticked. Timing had never been right between the two of you and he finally got the kiss he’d been working so hard for, only for it to be forgotten about hours later. But, he also loved your dad like he was his own.

Tyler showed up on the afternoon of the fifth with lunch for your entire family and ended up staying well into the night, past visiting hours, with you. The next few weeks were much of the same. He even managed to get a few hours alone with your dad when everyone else was at work. The two of them watched baseball on the little TV in the corner for hours on end.

The night before his departure from the city, you went to eat Chinese food on his floor one last time. You hardly made it through your chicken lo mein before sobbing until you couldn’t breathe. Tyler had to remove the cartons from your hands for you before pulling you into his chest and holding you against him like a human weighted blanket.

Adjusting to life without Tyler was harder than expected. You never realized just how much time you spent with him until he was gone. You threw yourself into your classes and started spending more time at home with your parents, especially once your dad was back home.

FaceTime was a daily occurrence until it wasn’t possible because of hockey season, but you didn’t go more than an hour without a text from Tyler and that made it a little bit better.

The two of you counted down the days between his visits to Boston for games and he always managed to get tickets for your entire family to come. You made it a point to grab dinner the night before or the day after his games. Then, he jetted off home or to the next city and the countdown began again.

It’s not that you didn’t want to make the trip to Dallas, in fact you’d had flight itinerary to go on three separate occasions. After your dad was healthy again, the problem with visiting was entirely school related. On the off-chance of freedom during the summers, subsequently his off-season, you were wrapped up in internships and job interviews and family vacations. He begged you to let him visit, but you made sure he spent the summer with his family in Canada.

Your graduation in May meant you had a period of downtime and Tyler wasn’t letting it go unused. The night of graduation, Tyler sent you the itinerary for a flight out of Boston in June to visit him for two weeks with a text that read: Happy Graduation, smartass.

Your flight landed around noon in Dallas and, after collecting your bag from baggage claim, you stood outside the terminal waiting for Tyler. It didn’t take long for him to find you, dodging around groups of tourists and airport employees to get to you.

As soon as he’s close enough, your suitcase is on the floor and your feet are in the air. Tyler nuzzles his face into your neck, taking in the scent of your perfume. The feather light touch of his lips against your skin stirs something in your stomach that you try to shove down as he murmurs, “I can’t believe you’re here.”

After he places you back on your feet, you brace both hands against his chest and trail them up his neck to his cheeks. You hold him in place, studying every inch of the face you’ve been missing. He watches your eyes trail over his face, his lips in a soft smile. From an outsider’s perspective, the two of you probably look like a couple reuniting after far too long a part.

“Every time I see you, you look older.” Your fingers trail over his jaw line and the stubble decorating it. Tyler barks out a laugh. “Honestly, I’m pretty sure FaceTime adds a few pounds because you still look like baby Ty whenever you call me.

At this, Tyler shoves you away.

“I’m kidding!” He rolls his eyes at your exclamation, grabbing your suitcase from the floor to tug it with him out the doors of the airport. You chase after him, lacing your fingers in his free hand as he walks. The movement is muscle memory. It feels so normal that your mind doesn’t even go to the man waiting for you back home.

You gaze down at his arms, both filled with tattoos now. The whiteness of his t-shirt is a stark contrast against the dark tattoos on his arms.

“You look great, Ty.”

“Thanks,” Tyler responds, lifting your hand to his lips to kiss your knuckles. He’s about to drop your hands back to your sides, but instead lifts them to look at your wrist. A warm smile finds its way to his lips when he sees the stars on your skin.

The moment doesn’t feel platonic, but it is. It needs to be. And there aren’t supposed to be butterflies after all this time, but they’re back. After all this time, they’re still coming back.

Tyler pulls you out to the Dallas sun and drops your hand when your feet hit the pavement. You follow him to his car, sliding into the passenger seat as he stores your bag in his trunk. When he climbs in beside you, your fingers instinctively reach up to his cheek and poke at his smile lines. He chuckles.

“How was your flight?”

“It was fine,” you answer. “First class was a little extra, I won’t lie.”

“You deserve it,” he states. “You’re a two-time college graduate.”

“You say that like I’m a Stanley Cup champion.” Tyler laughs. Using your best sportscaster voice, you say, “YFN YLN, two-time college graduate, spends her bye week in Dallas, Texas with one-time Stanley Cup Champ, Tyler Seguin.”

“How lucky am I?”

“I have something important to tell you,” you announce as he pulls out of the parking lot. He glances at you, waiting for you to continue your thought. “Let’s just get home first.”

He tries to get it out of you the entire way home, but all you want to do is catch up, so you make him wait.

When you get back to his house, which is bigger than it seems through FaceTime, Tyler pushes the door open and lets out a holler which is met by the sound of paws on the hardwood floors. His two dogs round the corner, butts shaking at the force of their tails. You drop to the floor immediately and embrace them. Tyler watches in amusement, his heart fluttering at how right this feels. It feels like all the pieces of the puzzle are together.

After allowing the dogs to get a good sniff in, you stand upright. You kick your shoes off and walk into his living room, taking in the décor and the furniture. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t impressed, but you also knew his sisters and his mother. There was no way they’d let him leave a place like this undecorated.

Tyler follows you, watching the way you look around and wondering if you like what you see, if this is a place you could see yourself coming home to. But, he’s itching to know what you have to tell him. He clears his throat, calling your attention back to him, and asks, “What’s your news?”

“I haven’t told anyone,” you say. “Not even Dan.”

“Really?” Tyler asks. He hates the way your admission makes him feel cocky, like a winner. Take that Dan. “Go on. Tell me.”

“I just accepted a job at a publishing house in LA!”

“What?”

“I’m not full-time yet,” you inform him. Tyler is grinning like he’s just won the lottery, but he doesn’t speak so you continue, “It’s going to get my foot in the door, though, which is huge. I’ve been coming up empty in Boston and I’ve always wanted to live out in California.”

Tyler steps forward and wraps his arms around your waist. You sway as he squeezes you, taking in the warmth of his body and the silence of the room. When he pulls away, it’s just enough to look down at you. His hands stay on your waist. Platonic.

He drops his forehead to press against your own, like he’d done that night in July three years ago, and says, “I am so proud of you.”

“Thank you,” you whisper. “I’m excited, but I’m nervous.” Tyler steps back and falls onto the couch. You join him, sitting sideways to face him. “It’s so far from home.”

“Trust me, I know about being far from home.”

“I know,” you state. “I just feel like it’s different for you. I don’t mean to minimize the situation, but you have a team. You spend every day with those guys like they’re a family for you. I’ll be moving to California alone and it’s not like I can just adopt my coworkers as my family. They have families of their own.”

Tyler doesn’t really know what to say, but he tries.

“YN, if anyone can move somewhere and start fresh… It’s you,” he says. “This is an awesome opportunity and you don’t have to stay there forever. It’s just a stepping stone. Besides, California is beautiful and warm and I’m already excited to visit you when we’re on the west coast.”

“I needed to hear you say that,” you admit. Your cheeks feel hot and your certain that there’s a dark red blush on your skin. Tyler notices it and can’t stop the smirk that comes to his lips. “My parents have been waiting to hear about the job offers and my decisions. They’re super excited for me. But, I needed you to give me that vote of confidence.”

“You came to the right place.” He drops his hand to Marshall’s head and scratches, detaching his eyes from your face so his next statement doesn’t feel as loaded. “I’m your biggest fan. You could tell me that you’re moving to Mars and I’d still back you up. You can literally do anything.”

“Thanks,” you murmur. Your eyes are still watching him as he vigorously scratches the dog’s head. He doesn’t look back up at you. Cash jumps up and places his paws on your thigh. You lean down and place a kiss on the top of his head. The moment you share with Cash catches Tyler’s attention. He watches you stare at his dog before he finally asks, “What are you going to do about Dan?”

You sigh, dropping your head into your hands and respond, “Break up with him.”

“Just like that? No long distance?”

“It’s not my cup of tea,” you state, glancing up at him. “The long-distance thing is doomed.”

“You do it with me.”

“You’re different.”

Tyler smirks to himself before standing up off the couch. He grabs your bags from the floor and slings them over his shoulder. Then, he turns back to you and extends his hand.

“Let me give you the grand tour.”

Tyler tugs you along with him, hand-in-hand, through the halls and into each room. The dogs follow closely behind, stopping short each time you step foot into a new room. They’re obsessed with Tyler and you can’t say you blame them.

“You can stay in here, if you want,” Tyler states, motioning the guest room. “You know I don’t mind sharing a bed with you, but I’m not sure Dan would like that.”

The last stop is his bedroom. He pushes the door open to reveal a light grey room with a king size bed in the middle. His walls are bare except for some Stanley Cup memorabilia, including his old Bruins jersey framed and hung over his dresser. He drops your hand as you walk through the threshold.

Tyler plops your bag on the floor at the end of his bed before dropping himself onto the mattress to watch you scan his room. He asks, “What do you think?”

“I love it. Who decorated?” you ask. You poke the head of a Tyler Seguin bobble head and giggle as it nods at you. Tyler chuckles.

“Well, I gathered all the things to put in here, but my mom was the one who organized it all,” he explains. Then, he stands up and walks over to the television stand across the room. He picks up a black picture frame and waves it in the air. “This is the best part though.”

You walk over and take the picture frame from his hand, smiling fondly at the memory. You’re sandwiched between Tyler and Jamie Benn in the picture. It was taken the first time he came back to play in Boston after his trade. He’d been talking about Jamie for weeks, teasing you by saying he’d already replaced you. You told Tyler to bring Jamie to dinner, so you could see what all the hype was about.

Turns out the hype was warranted. You loved Jamie as much as Tyler did.

“My two besties,” Tyler muses at the photo. You laugh. “Speaking of Chubbs, he wants to grab dinner and drinks with us tonight.”

“Thank God!” you exclaim, placing the picture frame back on the dresser. “That’s the reason I even came here.”

Tyler’s jaw drops in shock and, moments later, his hands are gripping your waist. He flips you onto to bed, tickling your sides until your eyes are watering from laughing so hard. He grabs your hands and pins them above your head. It’s then that you realize what a compromising position you’re in with him settled between your legs.

If he’s thinking about it too, he doesn’t let on. Instead, he lowers his face so that he’s just inches from your lips and says, “Take it back.”

“Did I bruise your ego?” you tease. He raises his eyebrows, not backing down. “What if I meant it?”

“You didn’t,” Tyler pushes. “So just take it back.”

You stare at him with a grin, but he stares back with his mouth in a tight line. You try to pull your wrists from his grip. It only gets tighter. Then, you stop struggling and allow your arms to fall limp against the mattress. He smirks as your eyes flit across his face, down to his lips, then to his bicep where you see part of his star peeking out.

This isn’t platonic, you’re sure of it, but you like how it feels.

You glance back up at him with a mischievous smile and state, “We can’t stay like this forever. Eventually you’ll get tired.”

“Then I’ll just lay on top of you until you run out of air,” he answers. It’s like he’s thought through it all. “You underestimate me. I have a fragile ego and I don’t take insults lightly.”

“You’d think I would’ve learned this by now.”

“You’d think,” he repeats. You sigh. “Say it.”

“I didn’t mean it,” you murmur. He smirks and releases your hands, rolling onto his back beside you. You stand up, out of his reach, and say, “I really just came here because you bought me the tickets and I didn’t want them to go to waste.”

Jamie Benn played a huge part in the friendship you had with Tyler. When Tyler introduced you to each other during his first season with the Stars, you and Jamie just clicked. He was sarcastic, a little bit mean, but all teddy bear underneath the layers. Think of him like an ogre.

He was brought along every time Tyler hung out with you during their roadies to Boston. At first, you figured it he just wanted you to get to know his new Dallas friends. But, after a while, it felt like maybe there was another reason Jamie came. It felt like Jamie was a buffer.

When Tyler was playing in Boston, there were no boundaries between the two of you. You held hands all the time (Tyler was obsessed with your fingers). He found ways to kiss you whenever he could (usually on the top of the head because that was what he felt was most platonic). You even shared a bed on nights you had sleepovers (which made sense at your place where you only had one bedroom, but Tyler had a whole guest room for you. What was the whole point in sleeping with him then?).

As soon as the kiss happened, and the discussion about it didn’t, Jamie was always around. Tyler stopped playing with your fingers, he only ever kissed your cheek hello and goodbye, and you never had sleepovers anymore. It was like Jamie was his own personal conscience come to life.

“Are you still with that guy?” Jamie asks, taking another sip of his wine. You nod in response, mouth too full of wine to answer. Tyler had slipped away to the bathroom just before your food arrived and it took Jamie all of one minute to start his interrogation. “Dan, right? How does he feel about you being here with Ty?”

“He’s a little insecure about our friendship. Well, maybe more than a little, but it’s something he just needs to deal with. Tyler’s not going anywhere. He’s outlasted even my college friends.”

“Insecure because of that kiss?” Jamie asks. You choke on the wine in your mouth, but quickly grab your napkin to dab at the corners of your mouth so he doesn’t register your reaction. He does register it, though. Jamie is all knowing when it comes to what goes on between you and Tyler.

“No, not insecure because of the kiss,” you answer. “He, uh, doesn’t know about the kiss.”

“No?” You shake your head. “How come?”

“I just never thought it was something that needed to be discussed,” you state. “Nothing ever came of it. Tyler’s here, I’m there. It was just a kiss. It’s not something I need to talk about with him because it meant nothing.”

Jamie doesn’t respond, opting to watch you scramble over your words instead. He knows you’re full of shit. That kiss meant everything to the both of you. Tyler admitted it to Jamie himself and, although you never have, Jamie finds you incredibly easy to read.

Tyler comes back to the table, bringing the conversation to a screeching halt. He sits down, blissfully ignorant to the fact that Jamie has shattered the bubble of friendship once again. No one says anything. Tyler just takes another swig of his wine and smiles at you.

When the check comes, all three of you fight over it. Jamie grabs at it first, then Tyler, and when you reach forward to take it, they bark at you.

“You’re broke,” Tyler remarks while Jamie simultaneously murmurs, “Yeah, right, YN.”

The fight for the check is quickly reduced to the two of them. Until, finally, Tyler grunts, “Chubbs, I’m trying to impress her. Let me pay.”

Jamie’s entire body shakes with laughter at the sight of both of your red cheeks.

The check is paid and the two of them whisk you off to a local hole-in-the-wall type of bar. The bartender knows them and even points out a signed photo of himself with them when you sit at the counter. He announces, “My favorite Stars players!”

“Don’t tell Esa,” Jamie warns the bartender who chuckles in return before grabbing two drinks for the boys.

“What’ll you have, sweetheart?” he asks with a sweet Southern drawl to his words. Your eyes scan down the drinks on tap before settling on a locally brewed ale. It’s brought to you with a wide smile and a wink.

The next two hours fly by. People come and go, occupying the seats around the three of you and occasionally asking for selfies with the two superstars. With each drink, the line drawn between you and Tyler that separates your friendship from a relationship starts to blur. It isn’t until you relocate to a booth on the other side of the bar that you realize what’s going on.

Tyler’s hand settles on your thigh and he honestly doesn’t even realize what he’s doing because it feels so natural for him to touch you again. Dan is out of sight, out of mind for him. Apparently, the distance between Texas and Massachusetts is enough for Tyler to forget.

You’re hyper aware of the way his calloused palm feels against your skin, unable to stop your mind from wandering when you recognize how large his hand is against you.

When you look up, you meet Jamie’s eyes. He gives a quick look at the palm on your thigh and then raises his eyebrows at you. Subtly, you slide out of the booth to “use the bathroom”, but not quick enough to avoid hearing Jamie warn Tyler, “You gotta stop.”

The bathroom is one single stall. You get in there and look at yourself in the mirror in an effort to pep talk yourself. Either you needed to set some boundaries with Tyler for the next two weeks and squash the tension, or you needed to just deal with the overly touchiness of your friendship without being a shitty person to Dan.

Boundaries never needed to be a thing back in Boston. How are you even supposed to make them now, especially after 5 long years of friendship?

Do you even want to?

Maybe just having Jamie around would be enough to delay the conversation.

As if he knows you’re feeling guilty, Dan’s contact pops up on your screen while you’re on the way to the bathroom. You glance up at the boys. Tyler notices your hesitation in approaching the table and watches as you turn away to press the phone to your ear.

“Hey,” you greet. “What’s up?”

“I haven’t heard from you,” he states. “How are you? Are you having fun?”

“Yeah, we grabbed dinner with Jamie and now we’re just catching up over drinks,” you answer. You swing your body back around to glance at the booth. Both boys are staring at you until Jamie diverts his attention back to Tyler and says something. Tyler glances at him quickly, nods, then looks back at you. “How’s your night?” 

“Boring,” he grunts. “I miss you.”

“I’ll be back soon!”

“Not soon enough,” he complains. You chuckle at him, but don’t reply. “I really wanna keep you on the phone, but I know the boys are just waiting for you to hang up. I’ll let you go. Have fun. Tell them I say hello.”

“Will do,” you lie. You won’t tell them because you know that neither of them really care if Dan says hello or not. “I’ll text you later tonight.”

“I love you.”

“Love you, Dan,” you respond. Before he can say anything about the way you dropped the ‘I’, you’re hanging up the phone and shoving it into your back pocket.

Back at the booth, Tyler has his back against the wall on the other end of the bench. His arm isn’t even within reach of your thigh and Jamie looks like a proud Dad when Tyler doesn’t immediately reach over to embrace you.

Around 9:30 p.m., the three of you leave to wander the streets around the bar. It’s a pretty busy area, filled with bars and restaurants, so people are bustling around the streets either just starting their night or ending it. You walk beside Tyler, inches apart from each other so that you’re close enough, but not too close. Jamie walks behind you two, preoccupied by his phone.

The back of Tyler’s hand keeps brushing along yours and it’s driving him crazy that he feels like he has to stop himself. After Jamie’s scolding at the bar, he knows he can’t keep touching you like this, even though he wants to. He falls back a step and pretends to ask Jamie something. Really, he just needs to step away from you for a moment.

You continue walking ahead of them alone. It’s so warm out, comfortable, and the streets are beautifully lit with string lights. There’s music floating from the nearby bars that you find yourself humming along to. You walk two blocks like that, the two of them just a few steps behind you.

Until, suddenly, the wind is knocked out of you as a pair of arms come around your waist. Jamie Benn be damned.

“Let’s get more tattoos!” Tyler exclaims. He pulls you into his chest, bringing your ass against a part of him you try not to think about. The light from the tattoo shop beside you shines on the pavement. You glance behind you and find his eyes fixed on you. “In honor of your big accomplishment.”

Jamie catches up to you two, stopping short to glance at the shop before looking back at Tyler’s arms around your waist with a knowing smile. You slip out of Tyler’s arms under his watchful gaze and announce, “We’re getting tattoos. Are you in?”

“I think I’m out on that tonight,” Jamie says with a chuckle. “But, I’ll come watch.”

Tyler grabs your hand and tugs you into the shop. Almost immediately, the tattoo artists recognize him. They jump up to greet him and Jamie, praising the two of them for the hockey season. Once they’re settled, Tyler informs them of the decision you two have made to get a spontaneous, drunk tattoo. And, crazily enough, they agree to the last-minute appointment.

“Tyler, what are we even going to get?” you ask. You flip through one of the books of art they have displayed at the counter. Everything is so intricate, beautiful, but they’re not tattoos meant for your body. You like the small, delicate tattoos.

“You picked last time,” he reminds you. “I wanna pick this time.”

“Don’t pick anything stupid,” you warn. He chuckles, sliding his arm around your back to pull you closer to him. He lowers his face to yours and presses the tip of his nose against the tip of your nose.

“I would never,” he says seriously. He stands straight again, pulling his arm away as you settle back onto the floor. He pulls his phone from his back pocket. “I’m going to Google some ideas.”

“Tipsy Tyler and Google are helping you make this decision?” Jamie asks with a grin. “You’re very trusting of him.”

Tyler rolls his eyes and sits on the leather couch in the front of the shop to browse the internet. He knows what you like, so he doesn’t ask many questions for your input. Nothing flashy, nothing big, something that screams YN, he thinks.

While Tyler scrolls through his phone, Jamie leans both of his elbows on the counter beside you. He flicks through the art book and points out ones that he likes, making small talk about what types of tattoos you usually look for. He drops his voice to a whisper, “I can’t believe you and him are going to get a second set of matching tattoos.”

“They don’t match.”

“Yes, they are,” Jamie argues. “Your tattoos are like pairs of socks. They go together.”

“I never match my socks.”

“I have an idea!” Tyler pipes up. Everyone’s attention is back to the boy with backwards hat. He stands up from the couch and walks over, Pinterest on full display. You giggle at his method of finding your tattoo. He hands the phone to you and leans against the counter as you look at it. “They’re California poppies.”

“It’s pretty,” you remark. The tattoo is a thin black line creating three California poppies in a small bouquet. It’s delicate, pretty, and totally you. You look back up at Tyler with a smile. “Well, what are you going to get?”

“One small California poppy,” he answers. Jamie chuckles beside you, thinking how absolutely nuts it is that Tyler is going to get a flower etched onto his skin for a girl. You send a quick elbow to his stomach, but Tyler’s oblivious to the moment shared between the two of you. “I have a spot near my shoulder that needs to be filled.”

You decide to get the tattoo on your ribs, which means you’ll have to take your shirt off. Jamie immediately excuses himself to sit on the couch up front. Tyler just stands there dumbly, unsure of what to do with himself.

“Do you want me to go sit with Jamie?”

“Nah,” you answer. You pull the shirt up and over your head. Tyler swallows, forcing himself to keep his eyes above your neck. “Oh, relax. You’ve seen me in less than this before.”

And it’s true. One time you got so drunk that Tyler picked you up from a bar after a girls’ night out and you stripped out of your clothes as soon as you entered his apartment. That was four years ago now and ages before the kiss.

You lay on your side, leaving your ribs on full display and tuck your hands under your head. Tyler grabs a chair and sits beside you, finally at eye level.

“I honestly thought you weren’t going to pick something this pretty,” you admit. Tyler chuckles, leaning back in the chair to scratch at his stubble.

“Only pretty things for you,” he says softly. You let out a breathy laugh, shaking your head at the sweetness of his comment. You close your eyes as the tattoo artist draws on your skin with a pen, marking up the spot where your newest art will go.

Tyler watches you, eyes soft and wide. He rests his elbow on the arm of the chair he’s sitting in and drops his head into the palm of his hand, staring shamelessly and without a care that you might open your eyes to see him admiring you.

“Are you going to fall asleep?”

“I might,” you answer. Your lips turn up at the corners just before you pretend to start snoring. Tyler laughs at you and your eyes pop open to the sound. They close again after you get a good look at his giggly face.

When the artist starts inking your skin, Tyler walks around the table to get a better look. He watches the black ink stain your skin and he feels the same way he felt when you got the stars three years ago. He wants to run his fingers along the lines, trace the ink. And, secretly, he wants to kiss it. 

[marmolady]

Growing Pains: Part Two

PART ONE    PART THREE

Main Pairings: Estela x MC/Taylor (f)

Summary: Post-ending. For Liv and her mothers, Taylor and Estela, a turbulent period of transition is afoot. Set primarily in the distant future of 2033.

This was only going to be a two-parter, but this installment got so long-winded I split it. So, you can look forward to Part Three soon-- and art for the second and third parts as well. 

Word Count: 5636

WARNINGS: Mentions of transphobia.

More Liv fics here: Livita, Teething Problems,  Milestones and Memories, Mutual Comfort,  All That Matters

Reviews and reblogs are hugely appreciated!

Tagging: @brightpinkpeppercorn, @mrsmontoya, @saivilo, @edgydepressedchoicesthot, @sceptilemasterr, @quinnkellys-wife, @greengroove​

San Trobida, 2006

The scratch of her pen on the notebook was not enough to keep the voices in the room next from reaching Estela’s ears, even muffled as they were. She’d pause to concentrate; math wasn’t her strong point, it tended to require a lot of hard thinking, and she’d catch a few more snippets of conversations she knew very well she had no business hearing. Whether she was supposed to or not, she always kept an ear out for her tio’s voice, or his name being mentioned. How could anyone expect her not to? Of course she’d want a heads up if something was planned that would take him away for days at a time. Sometimes the people who left on these missions didn’t come back. Tio Nicolas had a very important job to do, and it made Estela proud, but she was forever holding her breath, waiting to hear whether her uncle would be on the front lines or safe at home. All strategy talk soared straight over her head, but she knew what it meant when Nicolas was called to action.

Then came the voice that Estela had been waiting to hear. Immediately, she scrambled to put her things together, ready, so ready to go home.

The door creaked open, and her mother was standing there.

“Estelita, I’m so sorry I’m late,” she said, a little breathless, as though she’d been rushing to get to the secret house. There was no doubt in Estela’s mind that she had been. “I had some important things to sort out with my manager. No doubt it will be worth it, but I hate leaving you here.”

Estela jumped up, already set to go, and gave Olivia a one-armed hug. “That’s okay. I managed to get most of it finished without help.”

With a sigh, Olivia kissed her daughter’s head. “We’ll finish it off together tomorrow, I promise. But for now, I think we could both do with just putting our feet up. Come on. Let’s get you out of here.”

Having slipped through the hallway quietly enough to not disturb anything important, the pair drove off into the night. It had to be getting on for nine by now. Dinner had been a slapped-together rush, as it always was when Nicolas had to go out in the evenings. Estela knew her mother would’ve taken a break for something to eat at work, but probably when they got home, they’d share some cocadas and hot chocolate. As per tradition. Estela noted the clear agitation in her mother’s demeanour; it seemed that Olivia could really use cocadas and hot chocolate tonight.

“Are you okay, Mami?”

Olivia grimaced. “I really don’t like you being at those meetings. I know you’re in a separate room, but a kid your age shouldn’t be exposed to-- it’s just not right. The fact that I let it happen at all, I-- I’m sorry, mija.”

“You don’t have to be sorry. I’m fine.”

“Fine isn’t good enough. You deserve better than that.” Olivia looked to her daughter with the fondest of smiles, though guilt shadowed her features. “It took a bit of negotiation, but I’m changing around my shifts at work. I’ll be going in for five--”

“In the morning?”

“It won’t be for a few weeks yet, unfortunately. But this will work better for all of us. I’ll be finishing when I’d usually be having lunch, leaving my afternoon free to do your lessons. Early mornings mean nothing to me if I get to be with you.”

Then Estela was smiling back. “It’s gonna be like every day is half a Mom day off. I’ve missed hanging out with you; it gets kinda lonely.” It wasn’t Tio Nicolas’ fault. The work he had to do was important; it would change San Trobida forever. Spending quality time with the tag-along ten-year-old couldn’t be a priority.

“I know. And I’ve really missed you too. I feel as though you’re growing so much, and it’s passing me by. Now, we’re going to be a team. Together, you and me are gonna kick elementary school in its ass.”

Estela burst out giggling. Unlike Nicolas, her mother only brought out the unsavoury language on special occasions. So… she was stressed but… feeling optimistic? That things were going to get better?

“I think Tio taught me some moves for that.”

Olivia rolled her eyes with an affectionate scoff. “I’ll bet he has.”

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USA, 2033

Estela lay in bed with her eyes closed, though expectation of getting back to sleep had long since passed. There was little point anyway, Liv would be up at the crack of dawn, as she always was before the reunion trip. For the time being, there was nothing to distract Estela from her thoughts, just the gentle sound of Taylor breathing beside her.

Drowning in thought seemed to just be Estela’s state of existence these days. Liv needed her to come through, to magic up way to ease her through the turbulent period of preadolescence. It had been a heavy burden on Taylor as well, and it was all Estela could do to try and relieve it-- it certainly seemed to her as though Taylor could well be suffering from post-partum depression, and what she didn’t need was any guilt. In the end, Liv had handled the baby Michael situation like a champ; she’d given him a cuddle on his first day in the world, but then was happy to return to something close to normal. In her own loneliness, she’d been the snuggly little rock that Taylor had so needed. Estela had done her best, of course, but it was hard to shake the feeling that she just couldn’t do enough for either of them.

That was going to change. That year, when they went to their reunion on La Huerta, they wouldn’t be coming back. Between herself and Taylor, there had been so much back and forth about how best to get Liv through the next couple of years to high school, but in the end, they’d kept coming back to home-schooling. Liv needed a break from the social stresses of being shut up with dozens of pre-teen kids all day. Taylor needed to reconnect with herself as a mother. And she, Estela, wanted to hang onto her little girl, to hold her tight and make the most of what should be the best years of their lives; after all, you could never know just how precious those years would become.

Taylor rolled over with a muffled groan, her face registering surprise as Estela’s eyes flickered open.

“Hey,” she said. “Given up on getting back to sleep?”

From the sound of Taylor’s voice, she too had been wide awake and lying there in silent thought for some time herself.

“Mmm… the same as you, I’m guessing.” Estela reached and stroked a stray hair from Taylor’s face. “How are you feeling?”

“I… well, tired.” Taylor chuckled darkly. “You know, the usual. But, on top of that… my stomach’s so full of butterflies I could throw up.” She leaned her face into Estela’s touch, seeking comfort, reassurance. It was a subtle movement, tiny, but there was no doubt that it had been read and understood, for in seconds, Taylor had been swept into a close and warm embrace. She squeezed back, hanging on as if for dear life.

“It’s weird…,” she choked out. “I never thought I’d feel like this before a reunion. I’m almost dreading it. Part of me just wants to see everyone-- but I’m terrified of what I’ll feel when I see Michael again.”

Estela pulled away just enough that she could press a kiss to Taylor’s forehead. “I’ve got you,” she whispered. What more did she even have to offer? She couldn’t make this easier. In the weeks since the birth, they’d kept their distance. Taylor hadn’t been up to anything more than the briefest of visits prior to Jake and Sean returning home with the baby. The step about to be taken was huge. This was a full week of close proximity, with emotions running wild all over the place. She kissed Taylor again, and again. “I’ve got you.”

“It’s just been so hard. I feel like I’ve just about clawed myself out of the slump, but what if I take one look at him and I crash all over again? I can’t run away from this-- I know that will only make it worse in my head.”

“The option is always there, okay? If we get to the airport and you can’t do it, taking care of yourself first isn’t running away.” At the look of protest she received, Estela added, “I know, I know that right now, we’re going with ‘plan A’. You’re going to get through this, mi amor. From the moment you step onto that plane, you’re gonna have the world’s best support network right there. So, whatever this brings up for you, whatever it is you need to feel, you can feel it and know we’re on your side.”

Taylor heaved a sigh. “This will be good for me. Of all the things I’ve had to face… this shouldn’t be so scary.”

“Well, we’re out of practice. Tell me the last time you had to face down a heavily armoured pack of mercenaries? Or a sea monster with control over the weather?”

The sigh became a snort of laughter. “True. It’s no damn wonder we’re going soft. I’m pretty sure the scariest thing I’ve had to deal with in the past ten years was that time I thought Liv had come home from school with headlice.”

Estela gave an exaggerated shudder. “Joder. Even the thought….”

Taylor giggled into her wife’s shoulder, and relaxed there, letting the tension flow from her body. “I love you,” she breathed.

“I love you too.”

For a little while, they held one another, then all too soon came the tell-tale thumping of kid footsteps.

“I swear she gets earlier every year,” Estela chuckled against Taylor’s temple. “When is she gonna turn into a teenager that we have to drag out of bed with a mechanical crane?”

“Ugh, I know.” Taylor couldn’t help but smile. Recently, she wasn’t sure how she’d have dragged herself out of bed each day if it hadn’t been for Liv. She sat up. “Okay. Let’s do this.”

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Liv bounced her way down through to the departure lounge at Northbridge airport, leading her three cousins in a merry dance.

“Can you see them?” Immy cried out. Four-and-a-half, she was the slightly younger of Aleister and Grace’s twin girls.

“Immy, inside voice, please,” Grace urged, following behind the excitable children with a trolley.

Attempts at calming the horde were all for naught when they turned the corner to find Zahra and Craig waiting for them, their flight having come in some hours before.

“Eh, look who it is… all the l’il brats.”

“Chyeah, it is!”

Craig hoisted Liv into the air as she squealed.

“We were trying to keep them all calm, what with this being a public airport and all, so thanks for that.”

“Sorry, Mom,” Liv laughed. “I’ll save most of my jumping up and down and yelling for when we get there.”

“For the pool party!” Craig hissed under his breath.

Zahra was scowling. A friendly scowl, her friends knew by now, but a scowl nonetheless. “Have I ever told you people how stupid it is that we all drag our asses back to Northbridge each year rather than just fly to Costa Rica from wherever the hell we are? No?”

Taylor pulled Zahra into a crushing embrace. “It’s tradition! Just like my great, big Reunion Zahra Hug! One of only, what?-- three-- scheduled Zahra Hugs I get each year!”

When she managed to extricate herself from Taylor’s embrace, an then another one from Liv, Zahra’s attention was caught by young Immy, who appeared to be twisting herself up like a pretzel next to the walkway out to the Jake’s plane.

“Uh, you all right there, pipsqueak?” Zahra asked, just about managing not to smirk at the exaggerated runner’s stance the small girl had taken up.

“I’m getting on the plane first,” Immy proclaimed. “That baby’s gonna be up the front, so I won’t be. And Reggie says you’re more likely to survive a crash up the back. I’m not dumb!”

“Ha. No, you are not. Saving seats up the back for your parents, or can we join you? Between you and me, the pilot’s a walking disaster.”

“Hmm.” Immy stood up straight and looked Zahra and Craig over. “If you’re smart enough to come to the no-baby, no-dying seats, you can sit with me. Mommy and Daddy know about natural selection; they’ll understand.”

Craig’s mouth fell open. “Ice cold.”

Zahra sniggered appreciatively. “Craig,” she said, as Immy returned to doing stretches beside the walkway. “If anything happens to Aleister and Grace, we’re keeping this one. Kid’s going places.”

A short distance away, Taylor was oblivious to any jostling for positions on Jake’s supposed ‘death-trap’. Sean had come around the corner, grinning broadly and pushing a small pram. The world seemed to slow. Taylor knew Jake was calling out a greeting, but she couldn’t make out a word.

Sean approached, and greeted Taylor with warmth enough that it roused her from her anxious stupor. “Taylor, hi. It’s so good to see you again-- come here!”

She’d needed that hug. She buried her face in Sean’s chest and exhaled. It’s okay. It’s okay. “It’s so good to see you too.”

“Aaand, here’s L’il Captain Cranky.” Jake the pram closer. “Looks like you caught him in a good mood. Must be a special occasion.”

Taylor felt her heart skip a beat. Her mouth was suddenly dry. There he was. Tucked up in the pram, swaddled into a cozy bundle… fuzzy hair surrounding his calm face. She felt Estela’s hand on her shoulder, a quiet gesture of support. But maybe… maybe she was okay?

“Hey there, little man!” she purred, reaching to stroke a chubby cheek. “I can’t believe how much he’s grown already. Nice work, Top Gun.”

“Aw, shucks. I do my best. Haven’t got him flying a plane yet, but we’ve got time. You wanna hold, Princess?”

“If I won’t disturb him?”

“Nah, course not. If anything, it’ll get him more settled before the plane. Believe me, y’all are gonna want to pray this good mood lasts.”

“Hello….” Taylor’s voice shook with emotion. For so long, she’d feared this moment. Having that little baby in her arms for the first time since leaving the hospital. The distance had been for everyone’s benefit; certainly she wasn’t emotionally ready for a good while after the birth. This was okay, though. This was just her being cuddly Auntie Taylor. She was looking at that baby and was just damn proud that she’d been able to give her friends such a precious gift. When she looked at at Michael’s fathers, she was grinning from ear to ear. They were so happy. “Guys, he’s just… amazing. And I can’t wait to see his two daddies in action.”

“What, you’re flying all the way to La Huerta just to watch the competitive diaper changing?”

“Can I give him a pat?” Liv piped up, peering over her mother’s arms at Michael.

“He’s not a dog, weirdo,” Reggie teased.

Liv brushed off her cousin’s remark, and gently stroked the baby’s leg. Since he’d gone off to live with Jake and Sean, her insecurities had faded dramatically. Looking at Michael gave her warm, fuzzy feelings, but she was sure this wasn’t what having a sibling felt like. This was just another cousin, albeit an extra special one, having been a visitor for so long.

Sean watched quietly, his eyes full of affection. This would be one reunion trip that he’d never forget.

“Liv, if you like, you can have a cuddle with him on your lap when we’re on the plane.”

“Ooh! Yes, please!”

Then, Michelle and Quinn made an appearance, with six-year-old Isla and two-year-old Conor in tow. And of course, they made a beeline straight for the growing crowd around baby Michael.

“Hey, Meech! Meech!” Craig called out.

“You’ll be lucky,” Zahra scoffed. “We all know these people are suckers for babies….”

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La Huerta, 2023

Her arm wrapped around the little bundle on her chest, and Estela’s arm wrapped around her shoulder, Taylor walked proudly out to the central rotunda in Catalyst Village, where the group had gathered for brunch-- not breakfast, for some of the number had desperately needed a sleep-in after the night before.

It was not a new thing for Taylor and Estela to join their fellow Catalysts-- their family-- for reunion festivities, but this was something different. What they were sharing now was themselves at a most monumental turning point, vulnerable as they tumbled into some wonderful unknown. Holding onto her baby daughter and stepping out into the sun, Taylor couldn’t feel any trepidation for what lay ahead, she was simply ecstatic.

There was a cacophony of gasps and coos, oohs and aahs as they approached, all eyes going straight for the tiny person Taylor was holding.

“Hey,” she said, unable to repress the grin that was fast spreading across her face. “Do you think we might have room for a new member of the gang?”

Estela was beaming, alight with elation and love. “Everyone who hasn’t met her yet, this is Liv. Olivia Andromeda Montoya. Our little girl.”

Quinn clapped her hands to her mouth. “Oh, you guys! She’s divine! Oh my god….”

Taylor walked over to Grace, who had little Reginald perched upon her hip.

“Would Reggie like to say hi?”

“I think Reggie would love to,” Grace said softly, smiling at her young son’s wide-eyed expression. He certainly didn’t meet many babies living on La Huerta. “Look, honey! Who’s Auntie Taylor got? Who’s this?”

“Buh-buh-buh?” Reggie reached out a chubby hand and patted the blanket.

“See, Reggie?” Grace cooed. “This is the baby from Tia Estela’s tummy. This is baby Liv.”

“Ih.”

“That’s it, sweetheart. Nice and gentle.”

“Good boy, Reggie,” Taylor said. “Looks like this could be the start of a beautiful friendship.”

One of many. Taylor knew it as she did the rounds. Their family welcomed Liv with the joy of close relatives, as if she were theirs, born into the fold and taken with open arms.

The baby stirred, and Craig made a sound of a higher pitch than anyone present had previously thought possible, which promptly earned a glare from Estela and made baby Reggie, now sitting on Aleister’s lap, burst into tears.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake, you idiot!” Aleister hissed, as he tried to placate his son.

“Um, Craiggers, I think Estela would prefer it if you didn’t make the baby want to crawl back up the hole she came from.”

“Yes, that would be preferable,” Estela growled.

Liv grumbled, her face screwed up in protest.

“Sorry, mija. You’ll learn to love these people, trust me.”

“You really think so?” Craig asked jovially. “Thanks, Estela! I’ll babysit for you anytime.”

Quinn chuckled. “I hope you realise that there’s going to be some heavy competition for babysitting privileges. Bubba’s gonna be spoilt rotten!”

Taylor could feel it. From every one of her friends. Liv was their family, and they loved her.

Baby girl, you are so, so lucky.

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La Huerta, 2033

Finally, home.

Taylor didn’t know if she’d ever been more ready to step foot back on La Huerta, but from the moment she stepped off the plane, she felt lighter in herself than she’d done in weeks.

It became clear very quickly that she wasn’t alone in that sense of relief. As if by magic, her effervescent Liv was back; the cloud that had been hanging over her head unable to follow into what was the family’s sanctuary. Liv had been seated next to Quinn and Michelle’s daughter, Isla, through the flight; the younger girl all but talking Liv’s ear off. Then, once they’d hit the beach, Reggie and the twins had joined them, and play had come effortlessly. Now the intrepid adventurer she was meant to be, Liv was accepted and wanted; in her element with people she could trust. And Taylor felt herself letting go. For this shining time, she didn’t have to worry about her daughter at all.

Feeling that her loved ones were contented, far more so than she'd seen them in months, Estela wandered over to join Aleister on the beach. She settled down in the sand beside him, looking over the children as they splashed about in a sparkling sea.

“This is nice,” she said, stretching out her body and feeling the sun’s rays. All this fresh air and sunshine, she knew, would do them all good, especially her wife. “I’ve missed this. I think we all have.”

“How is Olivia? Since the, er, unfortunate incident?”

“Well, school’s been harder. Actually, it’s been absolutely horrible. But it’s done and finished. She’s not going back there. I’m just so damn relieved neither of them got hurt. I never thought it would be Reggie getting in a fight.”

For several long moments, Aleister silently watched his son playing in the waves, swinging his little sisters around in his arms and flinging them into the water. Reginald wasn’t a fighter; that he’d been pushed to violence spoke volumes of just how much that school had failed him-- and Liv, who’d valiantly had his corner, oblivious even to what had triggered the outburst.

“For the longest time, Reggie wouldn’t say what the fight was about. We could both tell that whatever it was had hurt him terribly. What we learned after several long talks…. The other boy had been saying things about Erin. I don’t know the details, nor do we want to, but they were cruel.”

Estela’s eyes had grown wide, then hardened with outrage. “Oh, shit. God, poor Reggie.” She shook her head, anger bubbling up inside her. How the hell was this still happening? How dare they? “Did the staff know exactly what happened?”

“At the time, no. Reginald refused to repeat what had been said. By the time Grace and I found out it was so long after the fact that when we brought the information to the school, they let it slide. To say I was fuming….”

“And these people are expecting you to happily enrol the girls at this school when that’s the care given?”

“Our thoughts precisely.” Aleister’s expression softened as he looked out to the beach. In the shallows, his daughters were jumping over small waves as they rolled in, and squealing with laughter. “I won’t have her be made to feel alone. This is all… new. For her, for us… she needs to feel safe to develop into a self she’s comfortable with. When you told me that you were taking Olivia out of school, my immediate gut reaction was fear. For Reginald.” He scoffed. “How utterly ridiculous that I should feel as if my son would need a bodyguard in his own school? And the more we’ve talked, it has gotten all the clearer that what we have in place isn’t working. We set up our main bases of operation on La Huerta and in San Trobida. The only reason we came back to the States was for the children’s education. Grace would have happily stayed in our La Huerta home; for so many years it was our sanctuary, the place that allowed us the freedom to truly grow. I think….” He hesitated. “If you don’t return to the States, it is likely that we will join you. As you say, it’s only matter of two years, or even one, before Reggie and Olivia will be changing schools as it is. We want to have that time with him. And for Erin… it’s time she needs to grow into herself.”

“Wow. That’s big… that’s huge. So, you’re just going to stay on La Huerta?”

“Perhaps. Certainly, in the short-term it is the ideal solution. But when we do enrol the children in a mainstream school, well… we’re considering moving the family to San Trobida in the future.”

Estela felt certain her eyes must have near popped right out of her head. “You would move to San Trobida?” With your transgender daughter? The initial wave of something close to panic subsided. The southern parts of the country were, these days, refreshingly egalitarian. Reforms had been sweeping under the democratically elected government, and the free San Trobida had embraced a fast-moving shift towards social equality. They weren’t talking about the same country that she attended school in some twenty years ago. “You’re… you’re serious?”

“I’m sorry, have you mistaken me for the type of person who uses humour to diffuse serious conversations? Yes, I am serious. I’ve seen first-hand what has been happening there, in no small part thanks to the mountains of our father’s fortune that you’ve quietly invested, and I would proudly see that growth continue.”

It was true; Estela’s home had come so far. The pull never lessened; nowhere else save for La Huerta could give her that same feeling. But growing up with ‘we’ve got to get out of here’ hammered in had lasting effects, as did the horrifying violence witnessed. How much would it take for her to believe in a new, better San Trobida? If it was just herself and Taylor, it’d be different, but they had Liv. It was why testing the waters with home-schooling between San Trobida and La Huerta had looked so promising.

“My mother wouldn’t recognise it,” she admitted, shaking her head. “She would have gone back to the university in San Trobida City, I’m sure of it. She’d help it get back to its former glory. We probably would have stayed in Las Rocas-- I can imagine her face if I could tell her it’s now part of what they’re calling ‘the Costa Libertad’! Maybe… maybe she’d have said I should stay.”

“If you don’t mind my saying, I’ve always thought you’d do what you saw fit, and to hell with what anyone else advised. Certainly, that’s been my experience.”

That made Estela chuckle. “I think I’m used to being more sure. Don’t worry; I haven’t lost my pig-headedness. I can still dig my heels in like nobody’s business.”

“That, I have seen for myself. But it is wise to have an open mind and get some balanced perspective before that stubborn streak of yours rears its ugly head.”

Estela bit her lip. If Liv flourished during time spent in San Trobida in the next year of home-schooling, it really would be hard to leave, especially if Aleister and Grace’s family were considering immigrating.

What more could you wish for?

“I’ve been resistant… for a long time,” she said, thoughtfully. “But every time I go back, San Trobida is looking more and more like somewhere we can be happy and safe. You know, Livi is my tio’s sun and his stars. I want her to have him there for her the way I did, the way he wants to be there for her. It is… hard to shake the fear, though. If I misjudge it; if I put too much hope in my home and she gets hurt or…. I don’t know if I’m too broken and traumatised to be rational about this.”

“And what does Taylor think?”

“Taylor would live in San Trobida. It’s simple to hop to and from La Huerta. That’s good for her; to be that close to Diego now he’s there almost permanently. She wants to be a bigger part of the forward momentum for young queer people. But, she worries. I know I’ve influenced that.”

“I feel that’s fairly inevitable,” Aleister conceded. “If there’s one thing I’d give Taylor, it’s that she’d very emotionally perceptive.”

“Yes, that’s her. I’d rather she didn’t take on board all of my baggage, because, let’s face it, that’s a whole lot of shit to carry. But if she wasn’t so empathetic, she wouldn’t be Taylor.”

“If we were to take Taylor and Olivia out of the equation, where would you want to be?”

Estela grumbled, damn well aware that Aleister knew the answer to that.

“I’d want to be home,” she said simply.

“You never were one for straight answers. Do you know how many headaches you’ve given me over the years?”

“Isn’t that what little sisters are for, hermano?” Estela laughed. Aleister had been forced to develop some amount of patience with her; by her reckoning, it had been good for him. Certainly it had put him in good stead for handling his more obtuse children, namely Immy.

“Like I said, we’re going into this with some flexibility. We don’t know what will be best for Liv, for all of us. We can start here, spend some time with Diego, then live back with my Tio for a few months. Then, I dunno, maybe travel around the world a little bit, expand Livi’s horizons. But down the road…. If settling in San Trobida is the direction you want to head in, that will be one hell of a pull for us.”

It’s just about decided it. That’s gonna be us. Our family. Our home.

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Coming Home Part Four

Warnings: This part will only go as far as the show does but there will be mentions of the trauma and sexual assault from episode three and descriptions of wounds. 

Hey guys! There are a lot of new people reading this series and I couldn’t be more grateful! I really hope everyone is enjoying it so far, I had a big brainstorming session today and oh boy I’m really hoping that you all will like where I’m going with the story. With that being said, enjoy part four and let me know if you want to be added to the tag list:) 

JJ x Reader 

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Kie looked back and forth between you and JJ and raised her voice excitedly. “Wait, is this the y/n.” JJ nodded in response, not taking his eyes off of you as he waited for your answer. 

You knelt there in the sand mouth agape with tears still streaming down your face. The wind whipped your hair in front of your face, forcing you to bring your hand up and push it out of the way. As you moved your hair your blinked hard, wondering if this was all a dream. The searing pain from the cuts on your back and the bruises on your wrist told you otherwise. When you opened your eyes again you saw him standing there, you could not believe it. There he was, after all these years, JJ. He hadn’t changed or at least not to you. Yes his voice was deeper and he was significantly taller and stronger than the last time you saw him but something in your heart told you he was still the same JJ that you grew up with. In this moment of pure shock and confusion this feeling brought you the comfort you desperately needed and provided you enough strength to nod and weakly respond, “JJ”. 

“Bug! I can’t believe its you.” JJ came running towards where you and Kie were kneeling in the sand. He opened his arms to embrace you but Kie held out her arm in front of you and gestured for JJ to look at your back. 

JJ’s eyes grew wide and his jaw tensed as he took in the image of your blood soaked shirt. He pointed at your back and looked between you and Kie. 

“Rafe did that?”

You looked up at him with tears in your eyes and nodded while barely managing to hold back a sob. He crouched down so that he was at eye level with you. JJ looked you dead in the eyes, his jaw was still tense but his eyes were compassionate and slightly worried. “Y/n, you’re safe now. I swear to god I am never going to let anything like this happen to you again.” 

At the sight of his unchanged baby blue eyes you became slightly less on edge and were able to breathe somewhat normally for the first time since Rafe had pulled you down off the lifeguard chair. Moving for the first time since before he called your name you threw your arms around him and whispered in his ear, “I thought I’d never see you again.” 

When you pulled away from the hug you could still see the worry in JJ’s eyes due to your still bleeding back and various bruises but he grinned and uttered, “Well here I am, live and in the flesh.”

Only JJ could make you giggle when things got dark. This moment proved that. 

“Y/n, we really need to get you to the Chateau and clean you up. I’m really worried about your back, that does not look good.” said Kie softly as she stood up, taking the gold and string bracelets you held in your hand.  

You tried to get up but they both stopped you. 

“Easy there tiger.” said JJ as he pocketed the leather and sea glass bracelet before pulling you to your feet, bearing most of your weight. You put one arm on each of their shoulders as they walked you towards the parking lot in front of the boneyard. Once they had shifted you down onto a rock Kie ran back to the beach returning moments later with John B, Pope, and Sarah. 

“Oh my god, y/n! What the hell happened?” Sarah gasped running towards where you were sitting. 

Before you could open your mouth JJ answered. “Rafe happened.” Out of the corner of your eyes you saw him clench his fist, he was clearly furious. 

“My fucking brother did this to you??” Sarah repeated lowering herself and taking your hands. “I’m so sorry. Oh my god when Ward hears about this Rafe is done for.” 

You shook your head eyes lit up with fear as you began to shake and whimpered “Don’t tell him. Don’t tell him. Please don’t tell him.” 

The Pogues all shot you a concerned and confused look. 

“I don’t want him to get mad again.” “I don’t want him to come after me again.” “I don’t want him to come after you guys.” you cried, licking the salty tears that were now once again streaming down your face. 

Sarah nodded, followed by JJ and Kie. 

“Your secret is safe with me, until your ready to talk about it. I promise.” Sarah smiled comfortingly.

“We’ll be here when you’re ready.” said Kie stepping forward and putting a hand on Sarah’s shoulder. 

“And we will be here to protect you.” said JJ as he motioned over at Pope and John B. 

You hadn’t even noticed them. They stood a few feet away, shell-shocked and trying to take in the scene before them. They couldn’t believe what they were seeing, or hearing. The two boys just stared at you, the gears in their brains turning as they tried to convince themselves that you were really in front of them again. Looking at them caused you to laugh out of nowhere. 

“The two of you look like your heads are about to explode.” you laughed. 

JJ, Kie, and Sarah were taken aback by the suddenness of your movement but once they turned to look at John B and Pope they joined in your laughter. 

John B closed his mouth and muttered to Pope, “Yep that’s her.” and the two boys walked over to where you were sitting. 

John B still clearly hadn’t processed what had happened nor heard what JJ and Sarah had said because once he reached you he pulled you into an enormous bear hug, causing you to yelp in pain. 

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry.” John B apologized as he looked down at his arms which now had a coating of your blood on them. He stumbled backward into Sarah and nearly taking the both of them out. 

“Before you ask. I’ll explain what I can when we get back to the Chateau. But we really need to get y/n somewhere safe, and get her cleaned up.” 

Everyone nodded in response to Kie’s statement, John B unlocked the van and hopped in the drivers side while JJ and Pope helped you into the back seat. 

You had to sit forward to avoid bleeding on the seats. JJ sat on your right and rubbed your arm to comfort you. You were still shaking as the events of that night set in. He took out the bracelet from his pocked and whispered.

“I believe this is yours.” 

“Well actually its yours. It’s your good luck charm. Besides, I don’t think I’ll be wearing bracelets for a while”, you help up your wrists to reveal a series of scratches and bruises from Rafe trying to pull the bracelets off of you. 

“It’s ours.” JJ said putting it on his wrist. “For safe keeping, until you’re all healed up. What about the others?” he asked looking at you. 

“I’ll put them in my nightstand until I’m healed up.” you pocketed the rest of them and took JJ’s hand. 

“I never took it off you know. I promised myself that I wouldn’t take it off and I’d never break a promise, especially not one that involves you.” 

“Not once? Like not even to shower or for a dance or whatever?”

“Not once.” you smiled looking into his eyes. 

“Well then, now it’s my promise to keep you safe.” He ran his finger over the familiar beads of sea glass.  

The van came to a halt and John B said “Home sweet home!”

The Chateau looked exactly as you remembered it. A flood of happy childhood memories came racing back and you couldn’t help but smile. Sarah opened the door of the van, Pope and Kie piled out, JJ helped you towards the door and out onto the yard. You took a deep breath, finding solace in the familiar sight. 

“John B is Big John home!?” 

He stopped on the porch and turned around looking at you with large sad eyes, he shook his head and said, “We have a lot to catch up on after you’re cleaned up.” 

Kie took you into the bathroom while Sarah retrieved some extra pjs she had in John B’s room. 

“Luckily were the same size, I’ll take your clothes home and wash them.” Sarah closed the bathroom door behind her. “You can tell your aunt and uncle that you and I stayed the night at Scarlet's and I’ll drop your clothes off later tomorrow and say that you forgot them.” 

“Good idea.” you said as you tried to pull your shirt off over your head. You got it half way up your midriff before you winced in pain. Sarah and Kie had to help peel the shirt off of you the rest of the way. Kie gasped at your now exposed back. There were at least ten deep cuts and scrapes across your back from where you had hit the wall, they were all outlined in purple bruises, and your back was slick with a thin layer of blood. 

Sarah teared up “I can’t believe he did this to you.” 

“You know how kooks get when they’re drunk.” You leaned forward on the counter to allow Kie to unclasp your bra and clean off your back with a warm washcloth. Your face contorted as it dragged across your tender skin. 

“Okay, this is not going to feel good but we need to flush the wounds with alcohol so they don’t get infected.” Kie spoke with a nervous tone, knowing how much pain this would cause you. “Ready?” 

“Ready.” you assured her, Sarah grabbed your hand before Kie soaked the washcloth in rubbing alcohol and pressed it to your back. It caused an immediate burning sensation and you screamed in pain. 

“Shh, she’s done.” Sarah soothed you. 

From the living room the boys all shouted, “Everything alright in there?” 

You shouted back hardly, “I’m good.” 

“Y/n, you took that like a champ.” Kie said impressed. 

“Did you not hear me scream?” you chuckled as the girls applied ointment and bandages to your back. 

“Any of the boys would be crying.” Sarah stated handing you a loose t -shirt and sweats. 

“Thank you” you smiled.

Once you changed and cleaned up the cuts on your wrist the three of you emerged. 

The boys stood up. John B spoke first. “You okay Bug?”  

“I’m okay” you assured him, taking a seat on the couch. JJ moved to the kitchen and grabbed you a glass of water an a PB and J sandwich. 

“Here.”

You took the food and water while he sat next to you. 

“Why do you guys keep calling her Bug?” Kie asked softly. 

“It’s what my dad used to call her. And it just sort of stuck” John B answered.

“That’s what JJ and I knew her by when we first met her.” added Pope. 

“I don’t think you guys called me by my real name for two days.” 

“To be fair you never told us.” JJ remarked. 

“You never asked.” You shot back wittingly. 

“True.” They both nodded. 

You placed the plate and the glass on the coffee table in front of you and leaned back into the couch. Finally, your body relaxed for the first time in hours. You turned your head toward John B. 

“Where’s your dad?”

JJ gripped your hand as John B moved to sit across from you. They all launched into a story recounting the events of the past year. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry John B. That’s all so crazy guys.” You brought your hand up and ran it through your hair as your eyes filled with tears  “And just when I thought I couldn’t lose anyone else.” 

“What do you mean?” Pope asked shifting in his chair. 

“My parents died in a car accident seven months ago.” 

Everyone gasped.

“I’ve been back here for about a month now. My aunt and uncle are kooks, and they bought a house from Rose. Hence why I know Sarah and why I was...” you choked a little on your next few words “with Rafe.” 

“Why didn’t you come find us when you got here?” JJ asked. 

“I thought you guys wouldn’t want to see me, now that I’m technically a kook.”

“Pfft.” John B waved his hand at you.  “Did you forget the tag line of the code?”

“Once a pogue, always a pogue.” Pope said smiling as he leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest. 

You blushed wondering how you could have forgot. “Of course I didn’t forget.” your voice cracked. 

“You’re an awful liar y/n, always have been.” John B said smugly. 

“Ouch, that one really hurt Bookie.” you said as you put your hand over your heart melodramatically.

Everyone laughed. 

“Jesus it’s 3 a.m.” JJ gasped glancing at the clock.

“Shit my dad is going to have my head, I’m supposed to be working tomorrow.” Pope took his hat off his head and pressed his palms to his forehead. He moved towards the door.

“Tell Hayward I said hi!! I’ve missed him so much.” 

“Will do, come by at 12 tomorrow that’s when I get off, I’m sure dad would love to see you.” Pope said halfway out the door. “Later guys!”

“Later.” you all chorused. 

You carefully got up and went to the closet where the extra blankets and pillows were. You grabbed one and returned to the couch and laid down.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing.” JJ asked sarcastically. 

“I’m going to crash on the couch I can’t exactly go home right now.” 

“Oh no that’s not what I meant. After everything you’ve been through tonight you really think I’m going to let you sleep on the couch?”

“Uhhh...”

“You can have my bed for the night. I’ll take the couch.”

“No JJ you don’t have too.”

“Yeah yeah. Up.” He ignored you and pulled you to your feet, practically carrying you to his room. 

“Goodnight guys!” 

“Goodnight” Kie, Sarah, and John B beckoned. 

JJ laid you down in his bed and tucked you in. You were so drained that you fell asleep almost immediately. JJ gave you a kiss on the forehead and whispered, “Goodnight Bug, see you in the mornin sun.” 

“Mmm. G’night J, see you in the sun.” With that you drifted into a deep sleep. 

JJ turned off the light and glanced back at you before closing the door. He smiled at how peaceful you looked. He felt the butterflies that he had for you when he was twelve come back to life as he closed the door and snuggled up on the couch and fell asleep. 

-

You woke up at 9:30 the next morning to the feeling of Kie and Sarah sinking onto the bed on either side of you. Sarah had a glass of water and some Advil and Kie had some toast and eggs on a plate for you. The boys were stood at the edge of the bed. 

“Oh wow what good service” you yawned attempting to stretch set your back on fire. Seeing your face contort, Sarah reached out and handed the water and Advil to you, you took it gladly. After you carefully sat up Kie handed you your breakfast and smiled. 

“Thank you guys, for everything.” “I’m so glad to be back here and to have you guys again, you have no idea.” 

“We feel the same” John B said. “And that is why we plan to dedicate today to catching these to lovely ladies up to all the things we used to do, and all of our favorite places.”

“Oh!?”

JJ straightened himself upright and pointed his finger at the sky and said in an awful accent, “Today, we’re going on an adventure!”

“I can’t wait!” you clapped at their elaborate presentation of the days plans. “I have to go home first though, I’m sure my aunt and uncle are freaking out.” 

“How are you going to explain this to them?” Kie gestured at your body, “Not to be rude but you kinda look bent out of shape, understandably so. What happened last night was awful.” 

“Yeah umm...I don’t know how I’m going to explain this.” 

“You could say you fell out of the lifeguard chair?” John B suggested. “They wouldn’t suspect too much, I mean you’re a bit of a klutz after all.”

“That’s actually a pretty good idea.” you nodded. “Can one of you drive me to the end of my street? I’m going to have to walk up my street since Rafe drove me and my aunt and uncle don’t know you guys yet.”

Kie responded immediately, “I’ll drop you off, I have to head that way before I go to work.” 

“Sounds good.” 

“Are you going to be able to walk?” Sarah and JJ asked together. 

“Yeah I’ll be fine.” you answered them unconvincingly. 

“Okay well its settled.” John B said with a clap before rubbing his hands together. “We’ll pick you up at around noon, stop by Hayward’s so you can say hi, grab Pope, and then we’ll be off.” 

“Okie dokie.”

“Let’s get going y/n, I’m sure your aunt and uncle are worried sick.” Sarah stood and helped you out of bed. 

-

As soon as you opened the door to your house you were met with your aunt’s embrace. She yelled to your uncle, Bill don’t call Ward she’s home. You breathed a sigh of relief. 

“We’ve been worried out of our minds, why didn’t you text us and let us know you weren’t coming home? Please tell me you didn’t.. you know, with Rafe? Oh my god what happened to you!!??” 

“I’m sorry Auntie, my phone died I would have texted if I could. I spent the night at Scarlet’s with Sarah after the party. And god no. I fell out of the lifeguard chair last night, my foot slipped as I was trying to get down. I scraped my back up pretty badly but I’m okay Sarah patched me up.” you lied through your teeth and smiled at your loving aunt. 

“Okay good. I’m glad you’re alright.” “Lets get you a shower.” 

You moved upstairs and while you were in the shower your aunt laid out your favorite sundress on your bed and she also took out your much loved white converse. She sat on your bed waiting for you so she could help re bandage the scrapes on your back. 

“Are you sure you’re okay sweetheart?” 

“Yes I’m sure auntie.” “I’m a tough cookie.” you giggled. 

“All done!” “Do you need any Advil or heat or something for your back?” 

“No Scarlet gave me some before I left.” 

“Okay I’ll let you get dressed. I’m downstairs if you need anything.”

“Thank you auntie.” you turned and smiled at her. “See you in a bit.” 

By now you were used to the soreness, and the Advil had definitely helped. The events of last night hadn’t really sunk in just yet and you tried your best to focus on the wonderful day you were about to have. Glancing in the mirror for the first time since last night you realized you really did look worse for wear. Their was a light bruise on your face from where Rafe had slapped you in addition to the bruises on your leg and wrists. You didn’t even want to know what your back looked like. Yet for the first time in a long time you felt like yourself. Now that you had the Pogues back in your life you felt like you could conquer the world. You huffed a piece of your long wavy hair out of your face before heading downstairs to meet your aunt and uncle.  

“Hey do you mind if I go out with Sarah later?” 

“No of course not, as long as your safe.” your uncle responded. 

Ding dong! The doorbell rang.

“I got it!” 

You opened the door and your heart sank. Standing opposite you was none other than Rafe Cameron.

I know this was a long one and I hope you all liked it. If anyone ever needs anything, wants to give me feedback, or just wants to chat please message me! Lets be friends:))

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[sheerfreesia007]

Fallin’ All In You (Pt. 19)

Title: Fallin’ All In You (Pt. 19)

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x Reader

Author: @sheerfreesia007​​

Words: 2,247

Warnings: Extreme fluff

Tags: @cosmo-bear​, @two-unbeatable-beaters​, @randomness501​, @sevvysaurus​

Author Notes: The reunion! We’re firmly back in the fluff folks. The last part of the angst arc. I hope you enjoy. Thanks for reading!

Gif Credit: Google search

           She was back. She was finally back. That’s all that ran through Jack’s mind as he quickly made his way down to the hangar bay. The elevator was moving too slow so Jack opted for the stairs. He was taking them as quickly as he possibly could without falling flat on his face. And he still felt like he was moving too slow.

           It had been only a few days since the argument and the night you and Tequila left for the mission down in Florida. Jack had made sure he stayed in Kentucky for the days after the argument all because he wanted to be here when you returned so that he could see you immediately. He had an apology that he had to deliver to you personally. And then he had heard about your run in with Sahara and how you and Tequila had efficiently taken her and her grunts out. He had been so proud of you when he heard you had figured out about the information broker and the way you had handled Sahara.

           Right now his mind was solely focused on making it down to the hangar as quickly as he could. Once Champagne had mentioned that your flight was about ten to fifteen minutes out during the meeting Jack hadn’t been paying much attention afterwards. But there was something that did stick out to him during the meeting. Ginger Ale had appealed her vote and the board had approved her promotion to field agent without bringing it to a vote again with the senior agents. Jack wasn’t happy about it but there was nothing he could do about it. He had pulled Champagne to the side and told him under no circumstances would he work with Ginger on a mission. He explained to Champagne his reasons and the older agent had permitted his request. But when Jack had brought up you working with Ginger, Champ had put his foot down. He had explained to Jack that he couldn’t blacklist Ginger from other agents. It was the agent’s right to refuse a mission but Jack couldn’t do that for another agent. Jack had conceded but figured he could convince you to be at least wary of working with Ginger. He just wanted you to be safe.

           Just then he reached the landing for the hangar and rapidly yanked the door open and rushed out of the stairwell. There weren’t as many agents down on these levels, usually it was mechanics, pilots and other employees that dealt with flight sequences and the aircrafts that Statesman had acquired over the years. He deftly made his way down the hallway and turned to the wide open hangar doors. His eyes inspected the hangar and saw the private jet that you and Tequila would have arrived in. The stairs were just being wheeled up to the open door and his breath caught in his chest as he saw you emerge from the jet.

           You were smiling to who he assumed was Tequila over your shoulder as your hand reached out and gripped onto the railing of the stairs. You were dressed in a brightly colored that had a tropical flower print on it and a pair of wedge sandals on your feet that accentuated your legs. Jack’s mouth went dry as his eyes raked over your figure. Your hair was pulled into a half up, half down hairstyle and the same tropical flower that was on your dress was pinned next to your ear on one side. You were the perfect picture of a relaxed woman coming back from a fun tropical vacation, not a espionage agent who had just been on a mission. You were beautiful.

           He watched silently as you slowly made your way down the stairs holding onto the railing so you didn’t fall down them. Tequila came down after you and Jack noticed the smirk on the younger agent’s face as his eyes observed Jack staring unmoving at you. When you got halfway down the stairs Jack was suddenly in motion. He rushed to the bottom of the stairs and looked up at you. Your face lit up as you spotted him and the smile that crept across your mouth seemed to stun Jack in his spot. Goodness you were gorgeous.

           You reached the bottom of the stairs before he could and you had begun walking towards him quickly still grinning widely. Jack’s hands came and gripped the sides of your head towards the back and he leaned in to press his lips against yours urgently. He held you like that for awhile just kissing you firmly and deeply. Your scent wrapped around him and he lost himself in you slanting his lips against yours deepening the kiss even more. Your arms came up to his sides just under his armpits and he felt his body grow warm with the embrace the two of you shared. This was home. You in his arms, you on his lips. He never wanted to stop this, not for the life of him. He pulled away slowly and rested his forehead against yours still keeping his eyes closed and his hands cradling your head.

           “I’m so sorry.” He whispered to you. “I was cruel and took my anger out on you when I shouldn’t have. I said some things that are unforgivable and I’m going to do everything in my power to make up for them.” He felt your tongue flicker out and lick at your lips slowly. He felt you take in a breath and he felt as if the pants that he was letting out were supplying you with the air you needed.

           “I’m pretty sure you did make up for those words with that damn kiss.” You whispered shyly up to him. Jack flicked his eyes open and saw that you were already staring at him and he smiled widely at you. “But I’m sorry too. I accused of things that weren’t true and in the back of my brain I knew they weren’t true.” You continued and stepped a little closer to him. Jack bent his elbows and pulled you that much closer by your head and your body swayed to follow the movement.

           “I heard you defending my honor to Ginger down by the labs that day.” He confessed and watched your eyes widen marginally.

           “You weren’t supposed to hear that.” You whispered delicately. “But I’d defend your honor every time.” You concluded with a shrug. “I can be your gallant champion.” You sniggered with a grin. Jack laughed softly and pressed a soft small kiss to the corner of your mouth.

           “I could only be so esteemed to have you as my champion.” He stated softly in a teasing manner. “I’m just surprised you did defend me.” He disclosed uncertainly. He watched your brow furrow softly and your eyes dance between his. His heart clenched at the soft confused look you gave him.

           “I’ll always defend you Jack. That’s what you do when you care about someone.” You said perplexed as you watched him.

           “And you still care about me?” he asked with baited breath.

           “I love you, you foolish man.” You whispered to him with a warm bright smile and shimmering eyes. Jack’s heart jumped in his chest and he was pressing his lips to yours again and your arms were sliding up his chest to wrap around his neck and pulling him closer to you. One of his own hands trailed down the side of your body to wrap around your waist and lift you closer against his chest. “You know I did leave you a voicemail telling you that.” You griped to him when you pulled away for air and Jack chuckled lowly.

           “I know I just needed to hear you say it again darlin’.” He admitted and you laughed brightly before shoving his chest lightly.

           “Foolish needy man.” You corrected primly and he grinned as he brought his other arm to wrap around your waist and completely lift you up against his chest so that only your toes grazed the ground below you.

           “Your foolish needy man.” He corrected you in a low growl. His words made your cheeks heat with a pretty pink color and Jack’s chest sucked in a lungful of air at the pretty picture you made. You nodded your head smiling widely up at him.

           “My foolish needy man.” You echoed his words.

           Just then there was a loud sound of a throat clearing behind the two of you and Jack turned with you still pressed his chest and looked over at Tequila who was smiling unabashedly at you two. Jack nodded at him and Tequila shrewdly eyed before nodding his head in return.

           “As sweet as this is. Some of us would like to keep our lunches down.” Tequila teased and Jack laughed brazenly as you flipped Tequila the bird.

           “Shove it Tequila I’m happy.” You mumbled sullenly at the agent and Jack hugged you a little bit tighter against him.

           “And I’m glad for that Cur. But all this lovey dovey stuff is a little too sweet for me.” Tequila teased back in the easy banter that the two of you had.

           “Then look away.” You whined making both men laugh warmly at your actions.

           “You big baby.” Tequila badgered.

           “Remember that when the next woman you strike out with turns you down and you come crawling to me for support.” You grumbled back as you snuggled your head into Jack’s neck. He smiled widely and pressed a kiss to the cheek closest to him.

           “Whatever Cur I’ll see you later for debriefing?” he razzed back to you and you hummed in agreement not even bothering to answer him with words. Jack watched silently as Tequila walked away with his luggage in his hand. Slowly lowering you to the ground so that your feet were firmly on the ground now Jack raised his arms to cup the backs of your elbows and smiled down at you.

           “You’re adorable you know that right?” he asked teasingly. You scoffed and he gripped your elbows a little tighter. “I mean it. And I am sorry about our fight.” He voiced remorsefully.

           “Already forgotten to be honest.” You disclosed shrugging your shoulders. “It was forgotten as soon as Tequila and I finished our work out that night to be honest. I know we won’t always agree Jack and we’re gonna fight. We’re two completely different people and have differing views on things it’s gonna happen. And that’s okay. As long as we can come back from a fight and mend back together that’s all I care about.” You conveyed to him letting your hands dance across his chest absent mindedly. Jack caught one of your hands and brought it up his lips.

           “I’ll always come back and mend what we have. It’s too good to ever give up.” He disclosed staring deeply into your eyes. “I love you and I don’t think I could live without you in my life.” He watched your breath stutter and your eyes begin to sparkle with unshed tears that gathered.

           “I love you too and it drove me nuts not hearing from you the last few days.” You breathed up to him bravely. Jack frowned down at you softly.

           “You didn’t get my voicemail?” he asked confused. You smiled sheepishly and turned to your luggage that sat behind you next to the stairs still. He watched curiously as you bent over and rummaged in the bag, his eyes quickly traced the roundness of your ass in your dress. He only stopped and looked over at you guiltily when he heard your snicker.

           “You know I can bend over farther for you to get a better look.” You chortled with a smirk gracing your lips as you stood up and turned to him holding something in your hand. “The reason I didn’t get your voicemail was because I didn’t reboot my phone after the I.T. update and then when Tequila did it for me it was the day we were ambushed by Sahara. Let’s just say my phone to fair very well and I have to order a new one.” You explained as you showed him your pancake of a phone. Jack laughed softly at the sight of your phone before he walked around you to pick up your luggage.

           “Alright c’mon darlin’. That can wait til tomorrow. Right now I want to get you home. You must be tired. Besides that dress you’re wearing is starting to do things to me.” He said confidently as he slung an arm around your shoulders and pulled you close brushing his nose against the side of your face.

           “Perv.” You quipped up at him laughing warmly. Jack tightened his arm around and nuzzle his nose into your neck and pressed soft kisses against the skin there making you squirm against his hold laughing happily.

           “Can’t help it if my girlfriend is gorgeous.” He admitted lowly next to your ear and kissed your skin again continuing to lead you out of the hangar. He felt your blush heat his skin and smirked softly. He would never get tired of your reactions to him. And he silently vowed to continue to do things that would get a reaction out of you. He couldn’t help it he was wholly in love with you and he couldn’t wait to show you how much he was.

[picturelockshow]

"One Night In Miami" Review: A Fly On The Wall Peek

If given the chance to be a fly on the wall for a historic conversation, what conversation would you choose? We’ve been invited to be a fly on the wall with four black historical figures in One Night in Miami. Director/Producer Regina King and screenwriter Kemp Powers have given us a thought-provoking glimpse into history through a fictional interpretation of true events as discussed by iconic figures.  The concept is fresh, innovative, and does not disappoint.  Thanks to Kemp’s screenplay and a star-studded cast, the transition from stage play to the screen is smooth.

On Feb. 25, 1964, after Cassius Clay (Eli Goree) shocked the world by defeating Sonny Liston to become the Boxing World Champion, he and a few friends (Jim Brown (Aldis Hodge), Sam Cooke (Leslie Odom Jr.), and Malcom X (Kingsley Ben-Adir)) decide to meet in a room at a hotel in Miami before going out to celebrate Clay’s victory. Once in the room, the men begin to exchange stories of their personal trials and tribulations of being a black man with power in America in 1964.

From the cinematography to the music selections, everything is intentional and well crafted. With King in the director’s chair (for the first time, mind you) and Powers’ powerful writing (Disney’s Soul), this film sets a bar for one location plays adapted to the screen. It doesn’t feel like a stage play, but more like a documentary. Powers’ writing captures and confronts topics with a perspective on political, religious and racial issues that still ring true with African Americans today. 

The film exposes the difficult situation these men found themselves in as prominent figures in society. There was a particular crossroad they had to pass in terms of the fact that they could personally be successful and wealthy and not ruffle political feathers or use their status to make a difference which would come with strife. An example of a topic of discourse is between Malcom X and Sam Cooke. Malcolm feels Cooke could use his voice through music to help with the black movement in a direct way rather than indirectly helping from the sidelines. Cooke explains how he writes songs and receives royalties to be able to have financial capital  to make a difference, stating “I don’t want a piece of the pie; I want the recipe.” The clash gives an interesting notion of the two wanting the same results but attaining it in different ways, which is something we saw from many leaders at the time.

You can feel the emotion that each actor delivers in their interpretation of their characters as though they channelled their real-life counterparts. Goree (Clay) and Ben-Adir (X) re-imagined the expressions of the figures previously portrayed by Will Smith and Denzel Washington (with great success) and etched and expanded their own paths forward. Goree portrays Clay as a charming charismatic version of the champ, coming to make the big decision of converting to the Nation of Islam. Ben-Adir shows multiple facets of Malcom X as a family man whose goal is to advance black people from the harsh realities of America at the time, while fighting a few personal fights within the Nation of Islam simultaneously. Hodge (Jim Brown) and Odom Jr (Sam Cooke) also set a high bar for their performances of the two characters. Hodge shows the calm and dominant demeanor that turned Brown into a household name for both football and acting. The multi-talented Odom, uses the voice we loved in Hamilton to effortlessly step into the crooner’s shoes.  

Overall, this concept is a first-class piece of art. I laughed, my thoughts were provoked, and I learned something about each of these high-profile characters on a personal level, especially their stances on the advancement of black people. Most importantly, I was inspired by each character as he shared how his experiences supplied purpose to his life and how status as a celebrity was going to be used to fulfill that purpose. If you love original content that tells a good story, this is a must watch. If it was in theaters, I’d go, but the at home experience does it justice. It’s a well-constructed film that will give you an appreciation for each of these characters and will have you looking for other opportunities to be a fly on the wall. One Night in Miami is set to start streaming on Amazon Prime January 15th.

Rating: A

[danddymaro]

Drunken | Steve Rogers x Reader

Idea: A drunken night leads to something more between two friends.

Edited / Fixed

Flashbacks are in italics : Example

Thoughts are italics  in quotes : ‘Example’

Word Count: 5620

Drunken 

| pt. 1 |

Her heavy, black-smudged eyelids slowly slide up, letting hazy (e/c) colored eyes free to roam the space around to try and find some familiarity. 

However, in her current sluggishness, she didn’t bother to do so, the woman being hardly awake, blankly staring at the pillow her face was stuffed into. 

A bitter taste danced over her dry tongue making the meager bit of saliva she produced to also become lingered with the tarty flavor, and her face showed an immediate distaste at the disgusting, sharp tang. 

The sweet taste of red wine she barely recalls indulging in the night before was now a distant memory as it left nothing flavorful behind to its likeness. Instead, a pungent flavor situated itself in her mouth making her want to rush for a bottle of extra minty mouthwash to burn the repellent taste off.  

Her head pounded, scolding her for being such an idiot and letting herself indulge in too much of the alcoholic drink the night prior. 

Hell, it wasn’t something she was accustomed to doing anyway. 

‘- You Idiot!’ It barked with each pulse.

She then smacked her lips together as an evil little glint of sunlight attacked her glossy (light/ dark) eyes. As a response to the shining ray, she moaned in displeasure, turning over to the other side with a heavy huff. She didn’t want to bother and get up, so instead, she flipped over, snuggling more onto her pillow, ready to fall back into slumber. 

And she was ready to fall back into the sweet relief of lazy sleep when she felt a hand snake over her naked waist, pulling her closer to something alarmingly warm.

At the sudden touch, her spine straightened up as an icy shot of electricity weaved through the entirety of her backbone. Instantly, her sticky, slightly reddened eyes popped open, finding herself face to face with a smooth, fair chest. 

 Her breath came out huffy as she trailed her (e/c) colored, wondering eyes up by just a few centimeters, seeing as the man was farther upon the bed’s length than she had been. 

During then, both her hands moved to touch the man’s chest, her intentions set to push him away, at least until she realized who he was.

“...my god, “ She worded silently, her mouth moving to make the words, but the sound being held back, instead, her voice knotting at the back of her throat, allowing only a barely audible squeak to escape. 

Her hands both shook as she pulled them closer to herself, tightly smoothing them over her naked chest, too afraid to touch him. 

He released a low moan, far gone off into sleep as he pulled her closer, his hand sliding up to come to her upper back while his chin dipped down closer to his chest as he lightly curled his body. 

Her face burned red from the intimate contact, just knowing she was wearing nothing beneath the sheets, fully convinced that he was most likely in the same bare state. 

He then began to breathe from his partially open mouth, blowing out an unpleasant stench, viscously smothering the hot, stinky smell over her, nearly suffocating her with it and scaring away the show of bashfulness she had worn. 

She could smell the very strong alcoholic scent coming from his parted lips, heavy and nauseating as it attacked her, and she was almost certain she’d get intoxicated by it if she kept inhaling the sickening air any longer.

 Scrunching her nose she gagged, the acidic contents of her empty stomach sloshing, riling themselves to shoot up, but like a champ, she held it in. 

‘ I have to get out of here,’  She thought anxiously, carefully maneuvering herself by wiggling just a bit to make him pull his arm away. 

She was sure that with the slight shimmy he’d just move his hand away, giving her an open window for a clean escape. However, rather than the response she expected, the warm palm trailed down, going far past her beltline, consequently, making her breath hitch. 

Landing right on her bottom, it found it’s desired place, and if that wasn’t bad enough, it gave her buttcheek a soft squeeze, making her eyes widen to the size of mini golf balls. 

Holding back her unsettled squeal with every bit of mustered strength she had inside her, she then reached for his perverse hand, placing her own shaky one on top of it. 

  - She wanted to just tear it off, but she knew she couldn't just do so.

‘This really can’t be happening,’ she thought to herself, moving agonizingly slow to peel his hand off from her, but in turn, he held onto her more, a little chuckle coming from him, his chest vibrating gently with the amusement.

‘Since when are you so damn grabby Steve!’ she thought with spite. 

 What was much worse, he seemed to be having a very perverse little dream, making her glare at him, a heavy pout settled over her face,

 ‘I hate you so much right now!’ she thought with a release of an aggravated breath coming from her two nostrils.

“...That feels good, “ he muttered, his voice still thick with sleep, and she’d be a liar to say it wasn't just about the sexiest thing she’d ever heard, the sound filling her body with soft, little tingles. 

His voice in the morning time, though mingled with the nasty smell was still enough to make her swoon.

‘ No, I lied,’ She thought as she reflected back to her former thought, ‘ I don’t hate you... God, I love you...’ She corrected herself as her body melted, wanting to go ahead and touch him, enjoy every bit of the beautiful man before her. 

It was a desire, yet, she fisted her hands before her, the two shaking as she controlled herself. 

With a worried crease to her (light/dark) brows, she once again went to touch his gripping hand, going back to her earlier plan before she got caught up in the temptation. 

With every single movement she made, even down to her steady breaths, she prayed he wouldn't wake up. Biting her lip harder with the closer she came to her successful flee, she then finally managed to carefully slip from his hold.

‘ It’s all over if he wakes up.’ she thought anxiously, sighing in relief once she slipped out from both the tangled sheet and Steve’s hold altogether. 

‘Now, ‘ she began, her train of thought crashing as she tried to retrieve her belongings. 

Their clothes were scattered over the floor of his bedroom, littering it as though a small storm had blown them over into every direction of the four corner area. At the realization, her hands flew to her forehead, pulling back her hair tightly as she took in a large breath of frustration. 

Meanwhile, her eyes occupied themselves with dashing over every piece of her clothing that had been scattered around, 

 “I can’t leave anything,” she said lowly, all in a harsh whisper, soon making way to sweep up her clothes. 

She hastily attempted to clasp on her bra, a low growl leaving her as she struggled to clip it on right, by then just settling for just having one of the tiny hooks clasped, 

‘Good enough!’ She thought to herself. 

 Next, she slipped on the knee-length dress she had worn the night before, not even bothering to put on her panties. Instead, she balled them in her left hand, hiding them within a formed fist, before collecting her heels with her right hand, both her index and middle finger hooking onto the little straps on them in order to carry them off. 

He groaned again, beginning to move, his outer leg curling while the one laying on the mattress went straight. He cuddled into the pillow beneath his head, his inexpressive face showing a happy little smile as he got more comfortable. 

And as he shifted, the thin sheet that covered him was being left behind, letting her eyes fall on more of his naked skin, freezing her. 

Her head hung back as she inwardly cursed, biting her bottom lip, 

“Fuck...He’s so...” stopping herself, she shook her head, pulling away from that little filthy part of her mind, scampering out from the room instead, knowing she’d been there for too long already. 

Pulling down the door handle slowly, she pulled the door open enough for her to slip out. 

Bringing it to a close, she managed to let the door give a small, barely audible squeak, and nothing more, the loudest thing being the soft click of the bolt going right into place.

 Once she was out, her forehead was pressed against the door, the female giving her stomach a moment to travel back up to where it belonged rather than the place it had sank to while she made her escape.

 “Now to my room...” she murmured, a shaky smile crawling over her face as she swallowed up a large breath. 

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She sped walked through the halls, her naked feet barely making noise as she traveled. 

she took a last look back to make sure she was in the clear, and had assumed she was safe, until she rounded the corner, coming to a sudden halt as she found one of her teammates standing right in her path. 

Carrying a warm mug of steaming coffee in his hand, he took a slow sip, casually raising his eyebrow at her, “Had a little...adventure?” Tony said with a mock tone, noticing her disheveled appearance. 

Everything about her screamed mess, and more so with the little angry marks visible over her collar and neck, the little love bites falling further down in between her chest. 

He almost choked on the black drink, coughing to clear his throat as he took notice of them, “ someone got lucky,” he observed, making her heart stop.

“I...I just came home!” she stammered, all while shuddering.

 “I fell.. and got lost...and-” 

“-It's none of my business, “ he said winking, wearing a small, teasing smile, “ So we’ll keep this between us,” he said amused, lifting his cup slightly in a small ‘ cheers’ motion, certain it was her first walk of shame.

 So, he was sure that being caught was punishment enough for the woman.

Nodding quickly with appreciation, she made a straight line to her room, falling down to her rear end after she slammed the door close. The back of her head banged against the door, a large glob of air coming out from her throat and as she did so, her hold on her things falling. 

She used her two hands to instead cover over her mouth, a scream being suppressed as everything that happened since she woke up played over in her head in a fast forward wind. 

 “I need a shower,” she breathed, moving her hands to massage over the sides of her pulsing head. 

She then made her way towards her bathroom, pulling off her clothes along the way, leaving them to fall where she took them off, planning to give them the attention they needed much later. 

Turning the knob of the shower into a warm, steamy setting, she stood motionless the entire time, using the running water to clear her mind.

 He stood with her in his arms, his hands placed right on her ass, holding her and pressing her to the wall whilst he bit down on the flesh of her neck, making her legs tighten around his waist as he clamped down just a little bit too hard. 

Huffing out his name, she weaved her fingers through his blonde hair, pulling with playful tugs as she reached the edges of his soft strands. 

Once peeling themselves from the support of the wall, he then moved over to the bed instead.

 Her hands dipped down, taking hold of his shoulders as he stumbled forward onto the bed, nearly dropping her onto the mattress. 

Luckily, he held on, falling with her. 

Giggling, she let her grip die out, the woman soon laying flat onto the mattress as he pulled down the sweetheart neckline of her dress, dragging down the material to show more of her cleavage.

Her hand went to touch the small sensitive spot on her neck he had been least kind to, feeling it be obviously bruised, knowing it’d be something she’d have to hide for a while.

 Her wet hand then slapped over the shower knob, shutting off the water completely with a shake to her head. 

She ran another hand over her face, dragging down the wetness from it, sighing into the palm as it passed over the bottom portion of her face. 

After wrapping a towel around her body, she then walked back into her room with slow, dragging steps, soon falling back onto her bed with another sigh.

 Her hands petted over the surface without even looking, hoping to find her phone, barely remembering that the night before, she had gone back into her bedroom just to throw it inside seeing as everyone she had really known or talked to was at the party anyways. 

Soon feeling it in her palm, she held it up, wincing as the brightness was set on it’s highest glow,

“2 o‘clock flat,” She said aloud, letting the cell fall back onto the mattress with a small ‘plop’. 

That meant she’d slept far past the morning already.

“Ok...ok...If he says anything, I have no choice, “ she compromised, knowing there was no other choice but to talk about it if it came to it. “...But what if he doesn't even remember?” she wondered, thinking back to a very small piece of the night she remembered with ease, because, after all, it had been before she even took a sip of liquor. 

Thor held a small, decorated flask in his hand, “This is for you my friend,” he said while handing it over to Steve who looked down at it with surprise. 

 “More of that aged liquor of yours?” Steve asked with a chuckle. 

“Indeed, “ Thor replied. 

Shaking his head, Steve smiled, “ Sorry to say this won’t work on me either,” he told the demigod, already having tried the drink before, having only gotten a very small, teasing buzz that lasted for only a good five minutes.

Waging his finger, Thor grinned wide, “ Not this one, “ he mused. “This one’s just for you my friend,” he said merrily. 

“ A good drink is always needed for celebration,” he said firmly. “And you certainly are in need of a good one.” He told the first avenger, reaching for a whiskey glass, filling it with some whiskey and half an ounce of the Asgardian drink. 

“Not much is needed, “ he said grinning, handing it over to the short-haired blonde, all the while watching with expectancy. 

“ Go ahead and give it a go,” he said with anticipation, excitedly eyeing the other man.

With a shrug, Steve took a sip, immediately blowing out a huff of air as it traveled down his throat. Looking down at the remainder, he wore a face of surprise. 

“Good right?” Thor said proudly. 

Taking another sip, this time prepared for the burn, Steve began to laugh, “ It’s been a while since I've actually felt that!” he said impressed. 

Patting his back with a hearty laugh, Thor fixed himself his own drink, not bothering to add any of the special drink to his glass. 

He was ready to drink before he noticed (e/c) eyes staring in his direction.

  Looking over to (f/n) as she took a small sip of her coke, Thor pouted, walking over to her. 

“Lady (f/n), why the disapproval?” he asked, having noted her little, troubled look. 

“That stuff’s not going to hurt him right?” she said with worry, lightly pressing her lips together. 

“Nonsense,” Thor said waving his hand, “It’s specially made for him." He explained, " I thought he needed a little something to be able to enjoy the night with us.”

“You think getting ass drunk is enjoyable?” she asked him, shaking her head amused. 

“To a degree,” he responded back, making her smile snicker. 

“Then we, my friend, have two completely different views of fun,“ she said back. 

“Don’t be a party pooper,” Tony cut in, walking up to Thor and (f/n), speaking to the woman. “ We all know that If anyone needs to loosen up it’s him,” he said speaking about Steve, motioning his hand out to where the said man was. 

“Let him have fun, even if it's just for tonight.” He advised, “ I mean, doesn’t playing mom ever get boring,” he said rolling his eyes.

  “Mom?” she said frowning, “Don’t tell me you think I’m the mom friend?” she said with worry, having heard him call her that once too many times, to the point it had practically become her nickname. 

She didn’t think she was boring, but practical if anything. 

Besides, he had some nerve... she was years younger than him. 

If anyone should have been ashamed it was him for partying at his age.

 At her question, Thor turned away from her, avoiding the subject by taking another drink while Tony chuckled beneath his breath, 

“You’d be the grandma friend, “ he claimed, making her glare at him. 

“No offense (f/n), really," he then added, “But you just really never let loose and have fun. You know you don’t have to worry about every, single, little thing,” he explained. 

“Like tonight, You don’t have to sit in this dingy corner, go ahead talk get to know other people. You can’t just cling on to us, and especially Steve forever,” he advised her, knowing her routine of staying within the group.

 “Have a drink if you will. You have a lot to choose from, “ he said opening his hand out to the bar area that was right aside from them. “I've got some really sweet red wine, or champagne if you want, Pepper really prefers the smoother drinks. She’s a tasteful drinker,” he told her. “I assume you’d like the same?”

“Really ?” (f/n) asked, and nodding he answered. “She does, she likes having her little glasses during these social events,” he clarified. “You don’t have to get drunk, just have a little to loosen up.” He added. 

“But that’s if you want,” he told her, giving her the last choice.

With a little hum of contemplation, (f/n) swirled the remainder of her soda in its can before she set it down,

 “Alright,” she said smiling, “serve me up a nice little glass of wine,” she said enthusiastically. “ Just a bit though... just to try out,” she told him, pinching her fingers close together. 

“Just a sip,” she clarified.

But one sip turned into two, then to a whole bottle. And then, a bottle turned into shots, sets of shots as she drank the liquor up like it was freshwater. 

“- First and last hangover,” she grumbled, swearing off liquor altogether.

 Her stomach began to grumble, whining at the emptiness within it, and with a groan, she picked herself off of her mattress, leaving the towel behind. 

“Well, I can’t stay in here forever, “ she voiced out, making her way to her closet, choosing a fleece tracksuit jacket, the best choice as it had a higher rising neck capable of covering the small evidence of her steamy encounter. 

Throwing it onto the bed, she then picked out the first pair of pants she found, flinging it in the same fashion she had the last piece of clothing. 

After slipping on a pair of comfortable undergarments,  she then covered herself with the clothing she picked out at first. 

Finally checking herself over her long mirror, she raked her fingers over her semi-dry hair, carefully untangling the few knots she encountered with very small, gentle tugs. finding a nice pair of slip-on footwear, she shrugged, deciding she looked fine enough for leisurewear. 

Before she left the room, she walked past her dresser mirror, pointing finger guns at herself, a click to the tongue being executed as she reassured herself, 

 “You go it,” she said to herself, soon slipping out of her room. 

If she just acted normal, things would be fine. 

Best case scenario, he wouldn’t remember a thing, leaving their friendship on a good basis, and that would just leave her to forget everything.

And everything went fine, perfectly smoothly until she came face to face with him, her hands initially flying towards his chest to stop a collision, but as she made the move, her mind instantly shot back to that morning where she had done the same. 

Steaming, with a blazing fire burning over her face she froze, wheezing.

”You ok?” he asked softly, his hand touching her cheek to raise her gaze up at him, but stubbornly, she averted her eyes, remembering every single detail of his chiseled body, and that include the little covered bits of him that shouldn't be eyed by just anyone. 

‘ If only he knew...’ She inwardly spoke.

Would he even be able to look at her again? 

She knew it was hard enough for her to stand in the same room with him as things were now, so she had difficulty believing everything would be the same.

 Her mouth near watered at remembering just how he felt at her fingertips, the memories beginning to flood in as she felt the back of his fingers touch her cheek. 

She recalled running her own digits down the dips of his abdomen, where it was all defined by muscle. 

She then felt a small tingle run down and settle over her when she remembered where he had run his tongue, the memory making her visibly shudder.

”-(F/n)” He said with small worry, opening his mouth to speak more before she stopped him, “I have things to do !” She shrieked, brushing past him and practically flying out of the door he walked through, leaving him with the words still caught in his throat. 

She hated being secretive, but much more, she hated lying to him. 

He didn’t deserve it, but, she reasoned that if he didn't remember, why should she try and ruin their friendship?

 She was already feeling tormented by the aftermath herself, and she didn't want to imagine what he’d do, much more how he'd act at her telling him what happened.

 Furthermore, there was another issue, and that was her feelings towards him. 

She had liked him, and unfortunately, skipped the important proclamation, instead, skipping to the sex. And to her, it was wrong.

She had assumed things couldn't get worse. She had been optimistic that eventually everything would blow over and she’d grow to be fine, but that changed as the days progressed, and three weeks into her little secret, she found herself hunched over her toilet. 

Her throat was raw and sore as she hacked up after getting a whiff of a familiar scent, one she had adored before: eggs...more specifically, omelets.

She usually lived for the flavor-filled breakfast omelets Tony made. They were only on occasion, and she’d always race to be the first to take grabs, but now she found herself hurling into the john, emptying her empty stomach, soon growing afraid that the organ would somehow be vacuumed out as well as she had nothing more to throw into the toilet. 

By then it was nothing but acid and liquid, the smell only causing her to hack up more, the bitter taste in her mouth doing nothing but disgusting her furthermore. 

“No...” she breathed, washing her mouth on the sink with warm water, cupping a good amount of it into her two hands, whirling it within her bitter-tasting mouth. 

Spitting out the filthy water, she shook her head, “I’m going crazy, “ she said in disbelief as her mind wandered into a wild possibility,

“I couldn't really be... be...” She said shivering, unable to even finish the plausible idea. 

“Nah,” she said with a dismissive wave, an uneased chuckle rising out of her. 

Her eyes glued themselves onto her own reflection, staring into the tired (e/c) drops, her worried creased brows reflecting her panic back to her through the clear mirror. 

 A little naggy voice far within her answered for her, voicing its suspicious, all in spit of her initial denial, 

 ‘Pregnant...’ the consciousness finished. ‘You’re pregnant,’ it said in a know it all manner. Pushing herself off the countersink, (f/n) dropped her head back, glaring at the ceiling, her two hands clasping tightly together, hoping that wasn't the case. 

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| 2 month later |  

 Tony stared at her with scrutinizing eyes, the look making her feel both anxious and shaken.

‘He... He can’t possibly know… can he?’ she thought with a hard swallow. 

While moving a hand to her barley-producing tummy, she sucked in her left cheek and gave it a quick chew, silently cursing at her misfortune.

‘He knows… He knows, I just know it !’ she thought to herself, feeling her heart run in full gear, and she knew it would give out soon if she kept up with the agonizing torture of not knowing.

‘Damn it...’ she thought while tightening her hands into fists.

“Y-Yeah ?” She breathed, barely pronouncing the single word to the suspicious man, feeling her heart try and climb its way out of her throat in a mess of bile.

“Wh-What's up Stark?” She said through clenched teeth, falsifying a smile while drumming her fingers over the counter, rapidly moving them with impatience. 

Her insides sloshed with unease and she waited for him to elaborate on just what he was so thoughtful of, much more, just what had him staring at her so hard.

‘ He's a freaking genius, Of course, he would have figured it out!’ she thought in dismay. 

They were both standing through a stilled silence, both soundless and uneventful until his voice cut through the uncomfortable quiet, 

“They...They look huge...” he said slowly, muttering the words as though he hadn’t truly meant to let her know. And in truth, it wasn't something he meant to say, but he was just so transfixed, it happened to slip. 

 It took her a second, just a small moment of confusion before she followed the direction in which his eyes had ventured to, finally understanding just what had him so focused, and then it all made sense,

 “TONY YOU PIG!” She cried out, her hands flying to her chest, the woman withering, curling into herself in the process to try and hide all of herself from him.

'I should have known!’ she thought furiously, glaring at him with a dark shade of red. 

‘He's a moron! That perverted jack ass!’ she thought huffing with aggravation. 

“I swear I didn't mean to!” he exclaimed, watching her stalk out of the kitchen in a stiffened, militaristic walk, practically marching away from him. 

He chased after her, apologizing over and over until she caved in out of annoyance, though, still speed walking away from him. 

During the following weeks that came, she thought it was bad enough that her chest had grown, something she hadn’t figured she’d ever complained about when it had, at one point, been all she had wanted as a teenager. 

But then she noticed the tightness of her clothes, much more, the obvious growth of her body all around. Within another passing month, she had begun to gradually gain weight, and she wasn't the only one that had noticed.

 It had been an obvious observance by everyone else around her, but only one man had the nerve to speak out, 

“(F/n), I noticed you've been eating a lot,” Stark commented, making her stop entirely. “I think we all have,” he added with a mutter, scorned she’d gotten the last extra helping. 

The fork that had been inching towards her open mouth stood motionless as she had heard him speak, his words striking her like a below-the-belt sucker punch.

She felt everyone’s eyes land on her, and instantly, her cheeks bloomed ripe red, the same color as a cosmic crisp apple. Hastily, she placed the silver utensil down back onto the plate with a rather loud clunk, cringing as the sound seemed to draw more attention. 

Using her tongue to dig out the last remains of her previous bite, she savored it with shamed discretion. 

Her appetite hadn’t died out or been paused, not even with the shame she felt, and it caused her to feel more like a large, ugly glutton. 

She would stop eating if she could. She’d really would have, if only she hadn’t become an endless pit for back-to-back snacks and cravings.

Placing her hands neatly on her lap, she tried to ignore the feeling of everyone's attention still stuck on her, but failed with misery, 

‘ I look like a whale.’ she thought to herself, feeling her eyes sting with glistening tears. ‘ A big, fucking whale! ’ She added as she sucked in her cheeks for a second, knowing she looked even puffier around the face too. 

Unfortunately, there was no way to hide, no way to obscure the extra pounds she’d gathered.

“I-I know,” she murmured, feeling embarrassed, jumbling up the fabric of her skirt, the same skirt that had a little elastic band around the waist. 

Her jeans wouldn't button anymore, at least not without making her breathless, and especially not without sucking in a large glob of air. 

Furthermore, not without tearing open.

Once again aware that she could barely fit into anything that wasn't a pair of sweatpants or stretch material only made things worse. 

She then forced a chuckle out through her dry throat, trying to act like she wasn't breaking down from inside.

Steve glared at the brunette, all while reaching a hand to the silent woman at his side. 

At the touch, she startled, performing a small jump before turning her head over to him with wide, glossy eyes, something he didn't really catch because his attention was all over the other man sitting across from them.

The upper extremity slid off from her small hand, inching towards the fork she had placed down, taking hold of it instead,

 “(f/n), you eat whatever you want, don't listen to him,” he said giving her a tender little gaze, gracing her with a soft smile. 

“I have been eating too much...” she said in a small voice. “I think I should lay off the food,” she added with another dry chuckle.

“(F/n) “ he said, shaking his head with a small sigh. 

Lifting the fork up to her face, he fed her the would-be forgotten piece of food, all without shame. 

She felt a little burst of warmth at the pit of her tummy, the feeling soon spreading all over her body and she wondered if her itsy-bitsy, little olive-sized unborn child felt the same joy she felt. 

She imagined the little growing baby practically dancing with joy in her swelling belly, 

 ‘ Can you feel it little baby?’ she thought with adoration, almost bursting with tears.‘ Can you feel his kindness… his care? Can you feel mommy’s, own love? 

- My own joy?’ She thought with a short sniffle. 

He didn’t know, she was certain he didn't, and even so, he was a sweetheart, seeming to be much more attentive to her now more than ever.

“Apologize!” She heard Steve say, and as she came back to earth, she saw the blonde male stand up from his seat, both his hands placed on the table’s surface, glaring over at Stark.

“Apologize?” Tony said with confusion, swallowing down his bite. “Why should I apologize?” he asked, wiping a napkin over his mouth,

 “She’s a big girl,” Stark said sighing, “(f/n) are you re-” He started, soon stopping as he actually took notice of her downhearted expression.

 “Oh shit,” he said under his breath. 

He felt a smack behind his head as the redheaded woman sitting beside him struck him, “ What are you waiting for?” she snapped. 

She had thought of Tony as an idiot before, but never an insensitive one. 

‘Don't tell me he hasn’t caught on,’ She thought to herself with a shake to her head.

Was it really not obvious to everyone else? 

(f/n) hadn’t had an assignment for the longest, at least none that needed her to do anything dangerous, and no one found it suspicious?

‘Unbelievable,’ She told herself.

Standing up, Tony walked over to (f/n), stopping right at her side. “Hey, (f/n),” he said gingerly. “You know I didn’t mean anything by it right?” he asked her, not getting a yes from her. 

“What's wrong with you?” he asked her, knowing she wasn't usually so sensitive. 

If anything she usually came back at him with a witty response. She could be ruthless, and that was just how they played. 

That’s how their own friendship worked.

His confused face slowly morphed, his eyes slowly widening, eyebrows rising to a good degree as he put the facts together : 

’She’s been moody...’

’Overly sensitive...’

’Her breasts...Her weight gain... ‘

’That night...’ he thought to himself, thinking back to that night he watched her shamefully walk back to her room. 

’...and of course,’ he added, focusing his eyes on Steve and his overbearing attitude towards her as of late. 

There wasn't a place she was without him stalking around, and god forbid Stark played around with her because it was barely allowed.

The man was overprotective and as serious as a shark attack, taking everything literally.

 ‘I’m such an idiot,’ Stark concluded, mentally kicking himself,

’She’s pregnant,’ he deduced.

Part 2 // End : 

[unfoldingdaydreams]

starstruck on the red carpet - part 1

Pairing:  Tom Holland x Reader

Featuring: Every Avengers: Infinity War Actor

Summary: As a journalist, you’ve been assigned to interview the actors of Avengers: Infinity War for your first job and on the red carpet you realize someone couldn’t help but stare at you the whole time.

Warning: This story has a slow progression, which means it will be more focused more on feelings and character developments, I like to keep my stories detailed and imaginable as much as possible. I used the prons ‘’she’’-‘’her’’ in the story but you can imagine it in every way you like! Thank you!!

Words long: 1075 

Chapters: 1/13

Completed: Yes

PART 1 - PART 2  -  PART 3 - PART 4 - PART 5 - PART 6 - PART 7 - PART 8 - PART 9 - PART 10 - PART 11 - PART 12 - PART 13

Sequel:

PART 1 - PART 2 

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“This place is amazing,” you say, with almost teary eyes. Indeed it was beautiful. “And it’s your home for this week.” Nathalie cheered, with a smile on her face. She was your moms best friend and was working in one of the best magazine company as a journalist. Even thinking about her made you happy, she was always so kind to you and she always found a way to make you smile.. and when you said your dream was to become a journalist just like her, she got you this internship the next day. Right now, you just couldn’t help but smile.  “Nathalie..” you started, “I don’t even-this is just..i’m so lucky. Thanks.” You said, failing to find the right words.. “Always for you, darling. Come, I’ll show you around.”

It was 2 hours of walking around, meeting cool people, eating, learning and finally sitting next to Nathalie, talking about how interviews worked, when a woman rushed into the building. Her face was still calm but you could see the rush of her movements. “Where is Rich?” she asked, fixing her half formal suit. “On a ‘case’.” A woman in a distance replied. “What about you, El? For tonight I’ve got the best opp- ” she was cut by the same woman, “No way, Kate. Did you forget about the dinner night? Well, it’s the best way for us to get free food and a promotion… Nobody is going to cancel it for an interview..” she stated, looking at her computer screen. The woman wearing a suit sighed, “Alri-uhm..Jen! Jen will do it! She even watches the movies!” the woman gulped. A quick reply from the same woman came shortly, “Nope.. she already left to get her dress for the dinner.. And no one is just going to get ready for an interview in a night.” The woman responded, making Nathalie silently laugh. “How did we even hire you again?” she asked, “Oh Nath! You don’t even come to the dinner nights, so you’re free, right?’’ she asked while coming closer to Nath and me, Nathalie raised her hands, “Poker night dear, sorry.” She explained, making a fake cry while smiling. “Oh.” Kate spoke, “Great. Our department finally got a proper job and everyone cares for free food.” While rolling her eyes.

“However..” Nathalie smirked, making you raise an eyebrow, “..she is free.” She added, pointing at you.

It took you a solid minute to realize what Nathalie said. “huh?” were the only words that came out from your mouth, you blinked a couple of time while getting up, “Huh?” you said, louder this time, you could see Nathalie’s face shaping a smile while the other woman.. with pure confusion, but.. “I-i mean..” you started, what? “no, no, I’m just-“ you looked at Nathalie, “I’m..” Help. Me. “Who is this?” the woman asked, more polite than you imagined, “O-oh..I’m” it would be a great help if your brain didn’t freeze and stop working at this exact moment, and that if you could just- “she is an intern..just got here” Nathalie explained, yes. Thank you! You should confirm her, “Thanks!” you spoke, “i-i mean, yes, i am.” Great. “Oh. Hi then.” She greeted quickly, returning to the subject. “Dear, i would love to, but this might be a bit too much for an intern.” She replied, quickly smiling, “Oh no no it’s perfectly fine.” You responded, returning back to your sense. Thank. God.

“But you know everyone else is busy. Do you want Clara’s department to take this offer?” Nathalie asked, half paying attention to her. The woman paused, “That Clara b-” she hissed and closed her eyes for a bit.

“What are your experiences?” she asked. It again took you a while to realize she asked this question.. to you. “U-hm..” Think. Think woman. But you didn’t have any! Would a teacher for a homework count..? Wh-”

“Oh yeah she does, she once interviewed the Ceo of this company who owns..” Nathalie paused, thinking.. “..the one who owns that new car brand.” She pointed at you, “What was his name..?” Nath asked. That. Never happened. “Chris Bryford?” the other woman suggested, “Oh yes! That one!” Nathalie confirmed, smiling at you. “Really?” she raised an eyebrow, “Are you sure”

You were going to ask the same question but you decided to shut up for that moment. Nathalie smiled, “Of course, I was there too. She took it like a champ.” She cheered.. You.. took it like a champ? But for a split second, you saw the woman’s eyes glow, oh.. she was actually buying this, wasn’t she?  

“That’s awesome!” she said smiling, filling the room with positivity in a matter of seconds, “Why didn’t you tell me that Nath?!” she asked while patting my shoulder, “I didn’t know you had the confirmation of Nath!” she smiled. Huh? Huh?! No. No. You were- you planned you’d just serve tea or something to others.. not to go on an interview.. and. For tonight?! Whaat.. What.

“Haha” you fake smiled, hoping it didn’t sound fake at all. “Thanks.” You managed to say.

“Alright, what was your name again?” she asked. It was.. “Y/N.” You replied. Thank god you got that right. “And I’m Kate. The person who is in control of this department.” She laughed, cheerfully shaking your hand. “Give me your email.” She asked, pulling a paper and a pen, “O-oh. Alright.” You said.

It was fast flashbacks of you giving your email, thanking her, trying to smile as much as possible, She started leaving out smiling, Nathalie.. looked really proud though.

“Oh by the way.. Who is she going to interview?” Nathalie asked.. right.. you forgot that. “Oh.” Kate smiled, “She has the permission to choose on the red carpet. She is going to the premiere of that movie Infinity War.” She stated.

..like it is the most casual sentence on the existence.

Wait.. Infinity war..? The Infinity War?!

You were %95 sure that your mouth was fully open for a second. Huh?!

“Really?” Nathalie asked. Why. Was. Everyone so calm about this.

This.. This was way ahead of your head. And a dinner was more important than this..?

“They are fun people, you got it good y/n!” Nathalie said smiling.

“I’ll send the sample questions to you. Bye-Bye!” Kate laughed, “Oh and by the way..” she looked at you, you managed to look at her back, “Yes..?” You asked.

“Wear something nice and look stunning.”

–

I can create a tag list for this story if anyone wants, thanks for staying until this far!

[girlwithlove7]

LET ME LOVE YOU.

Pairing: JUNGKOOK X READER X YUGYEOM

Genre: ANGST

Word Count: 2095

{ PART 1 } { PART 2 }  { PART 3 }

You and your limited group of friends slip in among the crowd, a bee line for the bar. Jeon Jungkook was right beside you along with So Min your best friend and room-mate. You three were a trio, together in university, class and pranks as well. Your other friends included Kim Namjoon and Kim Taehyung, both Jungkook's best friends and room-mate. Since you practically spent half of your time in the boys' room you all were quite close.

A whiskey later you're ready to move with the music, hands in the air, body moving like an uncoiling rope, eyes on fire. Suddenly you feel a sudden burst of happiness and the joy is like a shot of adrenaline to the heart and all at once you're moving.

"Kim Taehyung!" you slurred. "Let's go dance." You got up from your seat and simply dragged him through the clammy, swaying bodies. You know he wouldn't complaint. He Is the only one who is always up for everything even if it is the naivest thing you decide to do, he will be ready to help and that is why he was your favorite and you, his.

Once you reached the dance floor you wrap your hands around his nape and he lightly held your waist but you both still made sure to have a foot's gap between your bodies. This was the best quality about him. He knew perfectly well how to differentiate between his friends and girlfriends. Though you guys would hug and have your fun but he never pulled any inappropriate move on you for which you valued and appreciated him.

The club is electric tonight, everyone feeding off the smiles and fast dancing. You could go like this all night long, feet moving to the crazy beat like they belong to the music. You move in your dress like your hips were made to sway, the sequins catching the disco ball light that twirls above - launching every shade of the rainbow into the darkness. The real reason for you to come clubbing tonight was to capture attention of Kim Yugyeom, the captain of the football team, the college heartthrob, one of the most handsome boy you have seen. Even the mention of his name would make your heart flutter as your lips stretch into a huge grin.

Well, how did you know that he was clubbing tonight? So Min was in the cheerleading team and had heard him talking to his friends. Though Yugyeom would talk to you and smile whenever his eyes met yours, but he would look at you as an acquaintance and you wanted more than that.

"Taehyungie...is he looking my way?" you ask him as your body swayed to the catchy beats. He chuckled and shook his head.

All your friends knew about your crush, but the sad part is he himself didn't knew about it. Yet.

You watched Taehyung glance in the direction where Yugyeom and his group were seated.

"Well...?" you questioned in anticipation.

He smirked. "His eyes are glued on you" his response immediately brushed your cheeks with red. "Wow, is my tiger blushing?" he asked you teasingly as you tried to hide your face.

"Shut-up Tae and pull me closer"

"What? Why?"

"Just do it. I want to see if he gets jealous. So, wrap your hand around my waist and pull me closer"

"What all I do for you..." he sighed "remember you asked for this..." with that he pulled you flush against his body. His one hand was tightly wrapped around your waist while the other was loosely hanging on his side while his hips moved in sync with yours. You giggled as he kept moving sexily.

"Is he still..."

"Don't worry...I am sure he is cursing me in his head" he winked as he touched his forehead to yours.

All the while you were busy enticing Yugyeom you were totally oblivious to another set of eyes bursting with fury and jealousy as it looked your way.

"Yah Kook, take a picture of her it will last longer" he could hear Namjoon and So Min snigger.

He disregarded their remark and kept his eyes on you. Sure, you guys were best-friends, but only till a year ago. Till the day he confirmed his feeling for you and spoke about it to his friends. From that day, onwards he looked at you more than just a childhood friend, but one year and he still hadn't mustered the nerve to admit it to you.

He has always been like this. Nervous and reserved. He doesn't like to speak about his feeling as openly as people do. In fact, he preferred not to display his emotions and always play it cool. Though he played all cool and strong but deep down he always looked for someone who would reassure him and encourage him or maybe just listen to what he wanted to say.

He wasn't someone who desired attention and favored to stay in his own bubble but he cannot deny that he craved for your attention. He was aware of your feelings towards Yugyeom and since they both were the members of the football team they were good friends but the day you mentioned having a crush on him, he made sure to keep his distance from Yugyeom.

Jungkook was in a jovial mood today since you all decided to spend some time together after so long but he felt annoyance rise in his body when So Min told him your actual motive to come here tonight.

He tapped his leg edgily and guzzled down drink after drink while his mind was enthralled by your body. With each swaying movement of your hips, with each alluring twist of your body, his heart skipped a beat. His eyes observed how short your glimmering dress was and the way it inched higher and higher as you moved. When he picked you up from your dorm he even mentioned about it and asked if you could wear something less revealing (not that he didn't like what he was seeing, but he knew very well that all eyes will be on you specially when you dance letting go all your worries) but you had hushed him saying that it's in fashion.

He knew very well that Taehyung had no feelings towards you. In Fact, he looked at you as his little sister, so that wasn't really troubling him, the thing that was testing his patience was all this seductive swaying and skimpy choice of outfit and the way your cheeks were pink and the sparkle in your eyes, everything was just to entice another man when he wanted you all for himself.

"Jungkook..." he turned his head away from your direction and looked at Namjoon. "why don't you just tell her?"

"It's not easy, hyung. Especially when she has eyes only for him..." he whispered the last part as he downed another glass.

"Well, you got to do something. You can't just sit and watch her all the time..."

"Hmm...I-I think you are right" he took a deep breath and looked your way.

Namjoon sniggered "of course, I am right"

"So, what have you decided, champ?" So Min inquired curiously.

"I..." Jungkook trailed off as he looked at you. You were giggling. Tae must have said something funny. Your giggles were his favorite. It reminded him of the ten-year-old who shifted in his neighborhood and who he feels so deeply about but was such a chicken to confront.

But than a thought caught him. Is he capable of seeing you giggle for some other man? Is he strong enough to see you in his arms? Will he be in control when you dress up so beautifully for him? Is he sure that he won't shatter when you tell him about your dates and how nicely that man kissed you...? Unexpectedly an image of Yugyeom holding you in his arms when he kissed your plush lips crossed his mind and at that moment something snapped in him.

His head pounded as he came back to reality. He knew the alcohol was starting to act in his blood vessels but that image was stuck in his head the bubble of jealousy, rage, envy threatening to burst.

"I am going to tell her" Jungkook stated loud and clear.

Namjoon and So Min stopped in their tracks and looked at him. "Are you serious?" Namjoon enquired.

"Yes. And I will do it tonight" a smile erupted on their faces as Namjoon tapped his shoulder in encouragement and So Min cheered loudly.

You and Tae were tired and so decided to take a break. You walk towards the others and wrapped your hand around Jungkook's shoulder.

"Ahh...today is so much fun" you stated as you stood in between Jungkook's legs snatching away his drink and finishing it in one sip. "Why are you guys not dancing?" you questioned and then ordered another drink. When they didn't answer you looked at all their faces. Namjoon and So Min were staring at Jungkook.

"Yah! What's up? why aren't you guys responding?"

Jungkook cleared his throat. The courage that he had assembled up drained as soon as your scent flooded his nose and then his senses, clouding his mind.

"Umm... ______?" Jungkook whispered but since you were standing so close to him you heard him.

"Yes Kookie?" you turned to face him to look him in the eye. But you noticed how he was avoiding eye-contact.

Your soothing voice melted his insides as he totally forgot about his rage and jealousy. Kookie was the pet name you gave him. Usually when someone else called him that he would get irritated because he liked to hear it only from you. He could feel his heart picking up its beats. Very hesitantly he reached for your hand and held it close to his chest. From the corner of his eyes he could see all three of them sitting on the edge of their seats trying to hear and witness the big confession.

"Kookie, you are frightening me. what is it? Why is your heart beating so fast? Are you not feeling well?"

"________. I..." he trailed off as he was captivated by the way your skin shined in the dim lights. The way your brown orbs stared at him in eagerness, the way your bottom lip was caught in between your teeth. But then he breathed out and started once again.

"_________ I-I like..." but before he could complete somebody interrupted him.

"________?" you turned around to face the voice but froze when you saw who it was.

"Kim Yugyeom" you whispered his name with delight while Jungkook did with spite. All your other friends turned around to look at the boy.

"Hi..." he said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"H-hey..." Jungkook saw the way you stuttered and reddened. A slow growl was forming in his chest as he saw you melting for him.

"Would you like to umm...dance with me?" Yugyeom asked as he himself looked flustered as he fiddled with his fingers.

You hastily reply him a positive completely forgetting that you and Jungkook were having a conversation. You walk out from in between Jungkook's legs but was pulled back as he was still holding your hand to his chest.

"Umm...Jungkook?" you whispered. His eyes that were glaring at Yugyeom now shifted towards you. He looked into your eyes begging you not to go but you were too delighted to notice it.

Finally, after a minute he did let go of your hand but as he did so he felt like he was somehow losing you. As you walked away hand in hand with Yugyeom he could hear the other three sighs.

The first song was fine you guys weren't dancing to closely but Jungkook did noticed the way you laughed at whatever he was telling you and the way he held your waist. But soon you guys started inching closer and closer and when you started grinding against his body that was the time he realized that he needed to get out of here.

"Guys..." he lifted his body from the chair, ready to leave. "I'll be in the car...i need some fresh air..."

"Kook are you alright?" Namjoon questioned.

Jungkook looked one last time in your direction. You guys were wrapped around each other, Yugyeom's face buried in your neck. Jungkook laughed at himself, at his spinelessness.

"Yeah...it's just...the air is quiet suffocating in here..."

[youngandhungryent]

Regina King To Make Directorial Debut With ‘One Night In Miami’

Source: 68th Emmy Awards held at the Microsoft Theater – Press Room Featuring: Regina King Where: Los Angeles, California, United States When: 18 Sep 2016 Credit: Adriana M. Barraza/WENN.com

Fresh off of slaying it as Sister Knight on HBO’s new fan favorite series Watchmen (kick rocks, Game of Thrones!), Regina King is now on the cusp of making her directorial debut as she’s signed on to tackle her first feature film, One Night In Miami. Based on Kemp Powers’ Olivier-nominated stage play, One Night In Miami is a story that features the legends and icons of the 60’s that we still revere to this day.

Set on the night of February 25, 1964, “One Night in Miami” follows a young, brash Cassius Clay as he emerges from the Miami Beach Convention Center the new Heavyweight Boxing Champion of the World.  Against all odds, he defeated Sonny Liston and shocked the sports world. While crowds of people swarm Miami Beach to celebrate the match, Clay – unable to stay on the island because of Jim Crow-era segregation laws – spends the evening at the Hampton House Motel in Miami’s African American Overtown neighborhood celebrating with three of his closest friends: Malcolm X, Sam Cooke, and Jim Brown.

During this historic evening, these icons, who each were the very representation of the Pre-Black Power Movement and felt the social pressure their cross-over celebrity brought, shared their thoughts with each other about their responsibilities as influencers, standing up, defending their rights and moving the country forward to equality and empowerment for all black people.  The next morning, the four men emerge determined to define a new world for themselves and their community.

Aw man this sounds like it’s going to be amazing.

Directed and produced by Regina King, One Night In Miami will also feature Kingsley Ben-Adir as Malcolm X, Eli Goree as The Champ, Cassius Clay (a.k.a Muhammad Ali), and Aldis Hodge (Clemency) as NFL legend Jim Brown.

Production on the film began on January 7th with a targeted release date yet to be announced, but best believe it’s going to be highly anticipated when it’s finally announced.

Meanwhile we’re still waiting for word on whether or not HBO will be ordering a second season of Watchmen as their original intent was for it to be a one shot series. Don’t f*ck this up, HBO…

source https://hiphopwired.com/834517/regina-king-to-make-directorial-debut-with-one-night-in-miami/

[roman-reigns-princess]

Cat & Mouse (Roman Reigns): Chapter 3

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Read it on Wattpad Writing Masterlist

Warnings: idk, none really? Asshole!Roman(i guess?), p much smut free im sorry ): there’s one bit that gets a lil gay w/ Lyra and Naomi, that’s all I can think of tbh. I swear tho, next chapter we will get Roman/Lyra smut. RN they’s just gettin ready to go clubbing

Word Count: 1960

A/N: We finally get the Bloodline together, bless, but also i feel like i royally fucked their characters up so like please dont judge me too hard (but if you got any pointers or like corrections feel free to let me know).

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As she lay in her bed, she scrolled through her phone one last time to check what had interrupted them, only to find that it was a spam email. Muttering to herself in annoyance, she silenced her phone and set it down on the nightstand before pulling the covers up around her. If there was such a thing as angry sleep, that’s what she was going to be doing that night.

It was well past noon when Lyra finally stirred from her slumber; Roman had let her sleep in. Yawning, and stretching, she slowly got out of bed and made her way to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash up.

She groaned to herself when she saw the little bruises that trailed across her neck, courtesy of Roman. Good thing the weather’s kinda chilly today, she thought to herself, there’s no way I can cover that up with makeup, I’ll have to use a scarf.

She took her time getting ready, pulling on a pair of black jeans and a white shirt that had a quote from Game of Thrones on it; that show was one of the many things Lyra and Roman bonded over, and the shirt was a Christmas gift from him.

She sent Naomi a text, asking her if she wanted to get lunch before heading over to the venue. While waiting for a reply, Lyra put on a little green eyeshadow, eyeliner, and some dark pink lipstick. She was wrapping a dark green scarf around her throat when Naomi finally replied.

Naomi: I’m down for some pizza, the boys will be coming along though. You mad enough to skip out on pizza or nah?

Lyra: I’ll be damned if I let HIM stop me from getting pizza 🙄

Naomi: That’s the spirit 😂 I’ll meet you in the lobby in 15? Bring your bags, might as well check out now

Lyra: 😂 Yeah sounds good, I’ll see you downstairs

Slipping her phone into her back pocket, she packed away all the things she’d used. Roman had already taken his stuff down, she assumed, earlier in the day. She pulled on her boots and did one last sweep of the room to make sure that neither her nor Roman left anything behind.

Lugging her bags along, she made her way down to the lobby to check out. She’d just finished up with the receptionist when Naomi and Jimmy walked in through the entrance. Lyra walked over, giving them both a hug before they started walking to the parking lot.

“G'morning, sleeping beauty,” Jimmy teased, earning a dirty look from her, and a jab in his ribs from Naomi. “Ow, baby, what was that for?”

“Leave my girl alone, you didn’t even get up today until I started-,” Lyra was chuckling as Jimmy stopped Naomi with a hand over her mouth. Naomi knocked his hand away, glaring up her mate.

“Baaabe, c'mon, don’t do me like that,” he grumbled as they arrived at the car.

“You’ll be lucky if I do you at all, tonight,” she joked, getting into the backseat; Lyra tried not to laugh when Jimmy gave his mate a slightly panicked look. Lyra shoved her bags into the back then joined her friend in the backseat as Jimmy started the car.

“Aren’t we waiting for Jey and Roman?” She questioned.

“Nah they’re already there, probably eating half the pizzas,” Jimmy replied as drove them out of the lot. ————————- They walked into the restaurant ten minutes later to find Roman and Jey sitting at a table, digging into a pizza each.

“Told ya they’d be gettin a head start on the pizzas,” Jimmy grumbled as he sat next to Roman, swiping a slice from his pizza, making the older Alpha growl. Jimmy simply rolled his eyes in response, and told his cousin to shove it.

Lyra decided to pretend that nothing happened the night before as she sat next to Jey, Naomi squeezing a chair in next to her. Roman eyed her for a moment, she could’ve sworn a slight smirk flashed across his face when his gaze landed on the scarf around her neck.

It took every ounce of her will power to not glare at him, she was still a little pissy about being sent to bed like a child.

“Chill out, we got more coming,” Jey informed them as he picked up another slice. He turned to Lyra with a little frown as she scooted closer to him to give Naomi more space; she gave him a weird look when he leaned in and took a deep breath.

“Can I help you, Jey?” She asked as he straightened up, his eyes flitting back and forth between her and Roman before a smug smile stretched across his face.

“So, y'all finally fucked, huh?” He stated, Roman promptly choked on his drink while Lyra felt her blood rush to her face as she gave Jey’s arm a punch. “C'mon, his scent’s all over you.”

“That’s not, w-we didn’t,” she scrambled to try and come up with something as Naomi and Jimmy stared at her with raised eyebrows. Roman was still coughing and wheezing in his corner.

“Then how’d you explain them hickies,”  Jey shot back, pulling her scarf down to reveal the bite shaped bruises that trailed down into her shirt. Lyra smacked his hand away and hurriedly readjusted her scarf while Naomi gave her an indignant look as if to say why the fuck didn’t you tell me.

“I-we-yknow what, Roman, why don’t you explain, you did this after all,” Lyra huffed, turning the attention across the table to the large Samoan still trying to catch his breath.

“Um, we was just fuckin around last night, nothing happened, it was nothing,” he replied, Lyra fixed him with a piercing glare, but he refused to look at her.

“Damn, is it just me or did it get colder in here,” Jey mumbled as everyone turned back to the food.

Lyra knew she shouldn’t care, it’s not like they were dating or anything, but she couldn’t help clenching her fist under the table as Naomi gave her knee a comforting pat. ———————- Days later, Lyra was still salty. She had successfully managed to ignore him for the past few days despite traveling with him and his family. Occasionally she’d catch him staring at her with a weird look on his face, but she pretended not to notice.

It irked her even more that he never actually tried to talk to her, and she certainly wasn’t going to confront him about him basically saying that their connection, relationship, whatever it was between them, meant nothing to him.

She figured that if he had cared enough he would’ve either apologized or at least tried to make up some bullshit excuse for what he’d said. Instead he seemed mostly content with being ignored, and ignoring her.

She knew she had to move on, why should she sacrifice her happiness and wait around for some idiot who wouldn’t even give her a chance. Besides, she had the perfect opportunity coming up.

They’d arrived in Pittsburgh earlier that day, the Royal Rumble was taking place the next day. Naturally, that meant that everyone would be going out that night.

Lyra knew it’d be the best time to find someone to keep her occupied or at least numb herself with alcohol; either way, she was determined to forget about Roman for a few hours and have a good time.

That, however, was easier said than done. Not only would Roman be accompanying her, Naomi, and the Usos for drinks, but when Lyra stepped out of the shower she began to feel feverish, her senses heightened even more than usual, to the point where she was hyper aware of anything touching her.

She grumbled to herself about it as she pulled on some black panties and a matching bra. Digging through her bag she chose to wear a pair of black jean shorts, and a tank top that had a pentagram design on it.

After she was dressed she downed two Advils, then walked over to join Naomi in front of the mirror to do her makeup. She decided to do brown smokey eyes, winged eyeliner, and finished it off with a bright red lipstick.

“Damn girl, you look real good,” Naomi said, running her eyes over her friend’s reflection as she applied some mascara.

“You look pretty irresistible yourself; planning on getting laid tonight?” Lyra replied with a suggestive smirk; Naomi was dressed in a tight red dress that showed off her gorgeous body, there was no way Jimmy was resisting that.

“You know it babe, not that I don’t love rooming with you, but it’s been two days since Jimmy and I did anything  and it’s got us all wound up,” she laughed. “But, damn, the way you look and smell tonight, I’m willing to bet you ain’t going to bed alone. What perfume are you using?”

“I’m not using any perfume, not yet anyways,” she replied, looking a little puzzled. “I’m feeling a little feverish, it could be that?”

“No, no, I’ve never smelled anything like it before, you smell really good,” Naomi mumbled, stepping closer to bury her face in Lyra’s hair and take a big sniff; Lyra blushed and shivered a little as that simple movement made her squeeze her thighs together. “I-oh no, oh girl, um you might not wanna go out tonight.”

“W-what, why?” She nearly whimpered as Naomi pulled away; what the hell is going on with me, she thought to herself.

“Um, I, uh, I think you’re going through your heat, or it’s just starting, I don’t know,” replied Naomi, Lydia’s blush deepened as her eyes grew wide. “But like it probably ain’t a good idea to be around a bunch of hotheaded Alphas and Betas.”

“B-but I thought heats were an omega thing, I’m not even a werewolf,” she protested, wrapping her arms around herself defensively, of course something like this would happen to her.

“I mean I’ve heard of shifters getting their heats too, I think it’s the only time they, you, can give off a mating scent or something; it usually starts in your teens or not at all though, didn’t your parents tell you about this stuff?” Naomi questioned, frowning at the younger girl who looked beyond flustered.

“No, my dad’s human, and my mum doesn’t really talk that kinda stuff with me, hell, she probably thought I wouldn’t even get my heat because I’m only half-shifter,” Lyra said, groaning internally as her friend gave her a sympathetic look; she knew she should stay in, but she also really wanted to get drunk off her ass at that moment. “Yknow what, fuck it, Ima still go, all this does is makes me wanna get even more drunk.”

“Bitch, NO, I can’t let you do that,” Naomi insisted, crossing her arms when Lyra pouted and tried giving her puppy dog eyes. “Don’t do that, I can’t, with a clear conscience, let you go.”

“Buuuuuuut I’ll be with you guys, besides what’s stopping me from going out on my own? I’ll be much safer with you there to keep an eye on me,” Lyra begged. Naomi groaned and rolled her eyes.

“Fine, fine, I guess that’s some good points,” she sighed exasperatedly as Lyra gave her a big smile. “But you’re going to wear one of my jackets, hopefully that’ll mask you scent a little.”

“Yes, mom,” Lyra replied, walking over to Naomi’s bags as the older girl rolled her eyes, and turned back to the mirror to finish up her makeup. Lyra went through her stuff until she found a black leather jacket that she had been meaning to borrow.

Once they were done, they grabbed their phones, and hid their credit cards, IDs, and keycards in their bras before pulling on some shoes. Naomi wore a pair of tall, black pumps that made her ass look even better than Lyra thought possible, and Lyra wore a pair of black high heeled, thigh high boots.

Finally around 9pm, they headed out of the hotel to meet the men in a club a couple blocks away.

[caphasamericasass]

The Tin Man and the Viper PART TWO

Bucky Barnes x OC

Sucky Summary: AU Post Civil War Steve Rogers returns from Wakanda with a partially repaired Bucky Barnes to the Avengers compound.  Excited to introduce his first best friend to his BFF of the 21st century (OC), he’s shocked to discover that a deep change has occurred in her from when they were last united.  Bucky’s never been one for puzzles but finds some solace in her silence in a new world that’s spinning out of their control.  

Word Count: 1.1+

Characters: Steve, Bucky, Natasha, OC

Warnings: None Yet

PART ONE

Bucky’s POV

It’s hard not to watch her spar, I’ll give her that.  Her movements are fluid and graceful—a young Natalia Romanova still learning. Romanoff is the only person she has allowed to train with her since her return.  We sat down with the iron twat my first official night with the Avengers after our run in in the kitchen.  Stark doesn’t seem concerned, but it doesn’t appear to be that whatever is happening with her is something the Avengers want to talk about aside from Steve.  I myself don’t see what the big deal is either, I mean pretty, mute, and a little neurotic to keep things interesting sounds like the about ideal dame to me.  

I can see her perfectly from the weight bench sending high kicks right over Romanoff’s head as she ducks gracefully out of Estella’s way.  Steve asked her this morning if she might want to get in the ring with us today as he bragged to her about me being a boxing champ back in the day, but she just smiled sweetly and shook her no.

Suddenly there’s a blur of flesh obstructing my view, it belongs to Steve—I’m momentarily impressed with myself for knowing that without meeting his eyes or tuning into his voice. I peel my eyes from the dueling girls somewhat reluctantly, and grunt, “whadya want, Steve?”

“Stark called a team meeting,” he replies.

“Isn’t that your job?”

Steve scoffs.  “I let him be second in command to coddle his delicate ego.  He get his knickers in a twist since he, you know,” he gestures at all the equipment surrounding us in the Tower’s gym, “pays for all this stuff.”  I nod with a sense of understanding, but I don’t recall Howard being so controlling.  Of course things always change after war.  

Steve is smirking at me and I briefly wonder if I’ve missed something.  “What?”

“Should I get the girls or would you like to do the honors?”

“Punk,” I mutter.  I stand and toss my towel into my standard army issue duffle bag with no intent on saying anything to the assassin and the mute.

Steve chuckles. “Widow! Error! Meeting in the eighty-first floor conference room in fifteen minutes!”

They pause instantly for Romanoff to respond.  “You want us to walk in there smelling like Maximoff’s running shoes?”

I look up to see Estelle crack an out of place smile and wrinkle her nose slightly.  It’s almost cute.  Almost.

“Apparently Stark has a fetish for stinky teammates.”

I’d never heard anyone address Estelle as anything aside from that, or more affectionately as Stella. “Where does that codename come from?”

“Oh, Error?  It’s short for ‘User Error’.  When Stella was brought to the attention of the Avengers, it was because she hit Stark’s radar as an alleged hacker.  Her abilities include technology and electrical energy manipulation and she wreaked havoc on the Stark Enterprise servers to use his GPS to locate missing mutants on an X-Men mission.  Normally the X-Men would avoid any interaction with the Avengers or other any government agencies for that matter, but it was an emergency and they thought with her abilities she’d be able to get in and out completely undetected.  But the truth is, at the time Stella knew about as much about computers as I do.”

“That doesn’t make a whole lot of sense,” I say, mostly because I don’t know a damn thing about the X-Men.  Steve mentioned them once or twice in Wakanda, but genetic mutations occurring in nature outside of Hydra reek of suspicious activity.  It’s hard for me to grasp that normal people are born this way, born like the twins.  Steve said that there’s genetic explanation to that too but it all goes right over my head. I don’t think he knows what he’s talking about.

“She grew up in the Swamps, Buck.  It’s not exactly like Silicon Valley.”  I have no idea where ‘Silicon Valley’ is, but apparently it’s not the Everglades.  We headed towards the exit of the gym after gathering our belongings whereas the girls bee lined towards the locker room. “She wasn’t incredibly computer literate outside of the basics.  She had raw ability and had just joined the X-Men to figure out how to use it.  Long story short, she basically ended up triggering all these crazy alarms that Stark had installed in his systems as emergency contingency plans for incredibly advanced hackers.  He said it should have been impossible for someone of her incompetency to bulldoze their way through the system like a digital bull in a china shop.  At first he was mad, but he called me a soon as he discovered the identity of the girl.”

“Granddaughter of a Howling Commando?  How’d the Frenchy even end up in the states anyhow?”

“You don’t happen to remember a nurse by the name of Gloria Sayre?  Tiny little thing with a nice, slow southern drawl.”

Doesn’t ring a single bell. I shake my head from right to left.

“Well after you…were no longer in action…they got together.  Funny thing is, she told him she was from New Orleans, the Paris of America,” Steve says.  He’s got a glimmer of far away nostalgia in his eyes as we step into an elevator that will take us to the eighty-first floor.  I nearly wish I was capable of remembering enough things to feel nostalgic about them, but instinct immediately screams that an unnecessary weakness and I brush my envy aside.  “But as it turned out, old Gloria lived a few cities and one state away, in the swampland of Biloxi, Mississippi.  I heard all this from Tony who said that Howard had written it in an old journal of his he started keeping at the end of the war when record keeping became an afforded luxury.  Howard had written that Jacques was livid, but by the time they reached the south Gloria was already pregnant.  Stella just about confirmed all of this when we finally met.  I was fairly adamant about getting her on the team—a descendant of Jacques, a genetic modern marvel!  Who could have imagined.”

“So does that mean that Frenchy was…well was Frenchy a mutant too then, and he never told anyone? Was that why he was so good with explosions?”  I ask, my brain beginning to run wild faster than common sense can catch up to it.  

“Of course not, Buck. You spent all that time with him in the POW cells, I think you’d remember that.”

Not likely, I think.  We step out of the elevator and begin down a maze of hallways as Steve tries reassure me that Jacques was not a freak like his offspring.

“Mutation is a gene that can be dormant if possessed.  Jacques could’ve had it and never known, or Gloria, or more likely it came from Arthur Sinclair’s line.  Stella’s father.”

“Yeah?  What’s Sinclair’s deal?” I ask as we step into the room.  The Maximoff’s, the android, Stark, and Bird Brain are already there in civilian clothes not drenched in sweat.

Steve sighs.  “That’s a whole other story.”

PART THREE

[ulyssesredux]

Aeolous

— YET CAN DO IT IS CHAMP.

What opera resembles a railwayline? He wants two keys at the job killing TPP after the results were the opposite and WE tried to shake me down for the wonderful reviews of my first month went down the house of bondage Alleluia.

―I declare it carried.

―Catches the eye, you remember?

O, I don't watch anymore but I wasn't interested in taking all of the clanking he drew swiftly on the brewery float.

―-What was their civilisation?

SUFFICIENT FOR THE HIBERNIAN METROPOLIS.

She is flying with him. A Pisgah Sight of Palestine or the hand of sculptor has wrought in marble of soultransfigured and of the bad would rush into our country and with many states left to go!

-THAT'S WHAT WADDLER ONE SAID.

Great State of Colorado never got to vote in the draught, floated softly in the gross lenses to and accepted that view of Dublin. Professor said, crossing his forefingers at the last zigzagging white on the wrong moves-Convention Center, Airport-and elections-go down!

―Interesting how the U.S. Many are professionals.

―He forget it, J.J. O'Molloy: That it be and hereby is resolutely resolved. The broadcloth back ascended each step: back.

Obama’s VA Secretary just said the things she will be the least trusted name in news if they were supremely good nor unless they were good could be corrupted. Nature notes.

—Will you tell him …—First my riddle! -Monks, the Dems are to blame for the inner door.

―Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who is dishonest, incompetent and of the twelve brothers, Jacob's sons.

―Does anybody really believe that Crooked Hillary's telepromter speech yesterday, except for fact that I was looking for a moment since by my learned friend.

―Now if he got paralysed there and no matter. Habsburg.

SOPHIST WALLOPS HAUGHTY HELEN SQUARE ON PROBOSCIS.

This is a loyal Trump supporter & star Having a good cook and washer.

―

Billions of dollars of negative ads, I think both should get out. Be careful, Lyin' Ted, I don't always agree, I have never liked the media and the press. Lenehan's hand and read them, and you'll kick. Jeff Flake. —I'm just running round to the truth. -Like that, despite their wellpraised prototypes in other vaunted prize regions, for a one week notice, the professor explained to Myles Crawford and said quietly and slowly: He wants you for the Express with Gabriel Conroy. I have negotiated on military and take their umbrellas for fear it may concern schedule pursuant to statute showing return of number of mules and jennets exported from Ballina.

―The second debate in a child's frock. The machines clanked in threefour time.

Wife a good pair of boots on him. Neck. Gambling. You look like communards.

His machineries are pegging away too. A meek smile accompanied him as he stooped twice. The vicechancellor, is his granduncle or his greatgranduncle.

―We are going to tear it up.

―Call it, Myles Crawford said. The tissues rustled up in the United Nations will make a better future for our workers.

—The turf, Lenehan said. You look like communards. His mouth continued to twitch unspeaking in nervous curls of disdain.

We will Make America Great Again.

WE ANNOUNCE THE HEART OF PEACE.

―—Is it his speech last night, failed badly in her story.

The foreman moved his pencil towards it. A circle.

You can do that, after seeing the coast clear, made for the wind anyhow.

―

Have you got that?

―That was the son of a mission to the Telegraph.

Being at the young guttersnipe behind him. It seemed to me that those things are good which yet are corrupted which neither if they were subpoenaed by the Obama Administration from Gitmo, have impact! Hillary e-mail probe. Obama—but nobody else does!

He whispered then near Stephen's ear: There's a ponderous pundit MacHugh who wears goggles of ebony hue. Sorry, Jack.

DAMES DONATE DUBLIN'S CITS SPEEDPILLS VELOCITOUS AEROLITHS, NOBLE MARQUESS MENTIONED.

Actually, we are in the armpit of his wry smile. Do not worry, we can never win over Bernie supporters. Mr Bloom said, suffering his grip. Ned Lambert said. The cadge beyond. He fumbled in his way. Lukewarm glue in Thom's next door when I was listening to the mantelpiece. The Club For Growth and Heritage, have returned to the railings. Sllt. —Wait. Where?

DIMINISHED DIGITS PROVE TOO TITILLATING FOR HIM!

Screams of newsboys barefoot in the history of our great journey to the landing.

Ned Lambert it is. The telephone whirred inside. Gambling. —Fine! His grace phoned down twice this morning, Red Murray whispered. He raised his eyes to the White House. Last rally of the mind. Eh? Goofy Elizabeth Warren and her team were extremely careless in their ad that 465 delegates Cruz plus 143 delegates Kasich is weak & losing big, so he has vast experience at dealing successfully with all of the forest. She is totally unfit to lead on border security and safety within the FBI itself. He went down the stairs at their heels and rushed out into the office behind, parting the vent of his discourse. When I said in recognition. -What was their civilisation? So true! C is where murder took place. My condolences to all of the symmetry. Myles Crawford said, and beyond the obedient reels feeding in huge webs of paper. Thank you Ford & Fiat C! …—and taken over during O term! —He is sitting with Tim Healy, J.J. O'Molloy sent a weary sidelong glance towards the inner office. A new radical Islamic attack, this time in Germany. Professor MacHugh strode across the floor, grunting as he lifted the counterflap, as well as I can get the plums? -make great deals! She’s been in our country After today, a funeral does. Machines. Sad!

Strange he never set it only his cloacal obsession. The dishonest media refuses to say that I was there. The Intelligence briefing on so-called A list celebrities are all over those walls with matches? Soon be calling him my lord mayor. -in-Crooked Hillary and Obama on JOBS and SAFETY!

―An instant after a packed rally.

Iran, #1 in terror, no jobs. I really enjoyed the debate?

The constant interruptions last night than she has done nothing about me where I was listening to the F.B.I. Then, on the fireplace to J.J. O'Molloy said eagerly.

―Alexander Keyes, you know?

—I will fix it!

―Pyrrhus, misled by an umbrella, a disciple of Gorgias, the whole aftercourse of both our lives.

―Very nice! Lord Salisbury?

―Justice Fitzgibbon, the foreman said. Kyrie!

―Welts of flesh behind on him. Your governor is just gone.

Hillary Clinton's open borders etc.

Very racist! Dead noise. Irish arse, Myles, he said.

A GREAT DAILY ORGAN IS CHAMP.

He boomed that workaday worker tack for all.

―Cartoons. Kyrie! A bevy of scampering newsboys rushed down the stairs at their faces.

And let our crooked smokes.

―I will study this dumb deal!

By Jesus, she has very bad.

―Can't watch Crazy Megyn anymore. Bernie. Hello, Jack, he said again. X is Davy's publichouse, see they don't run away.

—Ay. Dear, O dear! She then said, suffering his grip. Thank you America! —We can all supply mental pabulum, Mr O'Madden Burke added.

-they are totally filled, with the ban was lifted by a comb of feathery hair, thrust itself in.

―No, twenty … Double four … Yes.

Where's the archbishop's letter?

-Republican's won ratings Crooked Hillary victory, to Gettysburg! McMaster National Security Advisor. Hillary's pay-for-play at State Department. That's copy. Nothing on emails. Mr Bloom said, and I'll take it round to hear, their white papers fluttering.

That is a good lawyer could make a better future for our COUNTRY!

ERIN, VERY.

―If dummy Bill Kristol has been an interesting 24 hours! Get smart! 20th. Very much appreciated. Nightmare from which you will never awake. You take my breath away.

By Jesus, she needs the rest to go!

―Pick her H I hope that Crooked Hillary Clinton? RETURN OF BLOOM—Dan Dawson's land Mr Dedalus said. Tremendous crowds expected! -You take my breath away.

Many of his jacket, jingling his keys in his walk to watch a typesetter.

―-Goat. RETURN OF BLOOM—Wait. I am making a grimace. The so-called popular vote-they just don't tolerate liars-a one week notice, the party is VERY disrespectful to Bernie Sanders was not a failure. I will be back many times! I will never awake.

I will beat Hillary! -Like that, after seeing the coast clear, made for the waxies Dargle. The bold blue eyes stared about them and eat the plums?

―—New York World cabled for a meeting. It's a play on the Independent.

―I lost large numbers. The State of Texas! -Dan Dawson's land Mr Dedalus said. But wait, Mr Bloom said, looking towards the Freeman's Journal. #Trump2016 #MakeAmericaGreatAgain Just leaving Salt Lake City, Utah-will be big factors. Hillary wants to win. Was he short taken? 8 MILLION. —That is fine, isn't it?

Melania liked Mrs. O a lot!

―The chosen people out of that wonderful state. Seems to be at the young scamps after him.

One story good till you come to look up or down or to speak-Wednesday release Just returned from Pensacola, Florida, was killed in Washington D.C. —Ahem! No way!

Why did you see. —And here comes the sham squire himself! For Growth tried to shake me down for the families of the land of promise. She is a Hillary flunky who lost big. The New York. Double four … Yes. I hold no brief, as at present advised, for very beauty, of the giants of the brawn.

Crooked Hillary. That was in the U.S. even before taking office, closing the door behind him. —Waiting for the veterans and the overarsing leafage. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! -Tickled the old ones too, Stephen said. -The Greek! The New York Times—the most overrated political pundits who lost big.

Talks about me? Thump. Ballsbridge. Paddy Hooper worked Tay Pay who took him on to the railings. Wisconsin and Pennsylvania have just certified my wins in West Palm Beach, Fla. You look as though you had done the deed. Congratulations to THE MOVEMENT does in Oregon tonight! No respect Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a Lindsey Graham is wrong-they don't run away.

K.M.A. K.M.R.I.A. RAISING THE HIBERNIAN METROPOLIS.

-Grattan and Flood and Demosthenes and Edmund Burke?

―He forgot Hamlet. People get it on! Just this ad, you remember? -Goat drove the car.

My dear Myles, he will, perhaps I will be in Indiana.

―Also, many very bad. It was then a new opening.

―No, Stephen said. No.

―

All that are in favour say ay, Lenehan added. Have you got that?

―Despite what you want to draw the cashier is just gone.

―

―-Doughy Daw!

Hot and cold in the national library. Mr O'Madden Burke fell back with grace on his heart. When will CNN do a good idea: horseshow month. Will you join us, Myles Crawford said. Our Saviour. -Help!

—THAT'S WHAT?

A small felt hat crowning his ringlets, passed away. Very organized process taking place in our country! Just a moment at their heels and rushed out into the street, yelling, their white papers fluttering. Long John is backing him, uncovered as he has a strain of it-but media misrepresents! Very sad that Republicans would allow themselves to be president. Parked in North Prince's street was there. -One of the two Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary, keep pushing the false narrative that I heard the voice of that hermetic crowd, will manage them. I'm up to here. I will be having many meetings this weekend in Ohio from drug overdoses.

Hello? I must get a spoiler to run-guilty as hell but the people of Cuba have struggled too long. Just another terrible decision What is it? Win FBI director said Crooked Hillary e-mail lies, in green, steeped in the history of the land of promise. Lenehan said. I will fight for you. But wait, Mr O'Madden Burke asked. Why do Republican leaders deny what is going to WIN! They put on their sleeve like the 116% hike in Arizona. My hit was on the whose. Have you got that? He should show them, blowing out impatiently his bushy moustache, welshcombed his hair with raking fingers. When they have eaten the brawn. This tax will make education a far more interesting with a strong and doing a forensic analysis of Melania's speech got more publicity than any in the next motion on the whose. Always trying to convince prople that his supporters will never awake. The nation is not always as it were not for striking oil, they say. Such a big rally. The closetmaker and the support of Bobby Knight, has passed away. Let him take that in. —Easy all, Myles Crawford crammed the sheets back and went into the hip pocket of his neck shook like a rock in the United States Supreme Court Justices! Where Skin-the-Goat.

The Skibbereen Eagle. What opera resembles a railwayline? China steals United States Supreme Court! J.J. O'Molloy strolled to the White House, as it seems. Ohio plants, adding 2000 jobs. Believe he does that job. Make America Great Again! That tickles me, sir, the professor cried, giving vent to a typesetter neatly distributing type.

CLEVER, HARP EOLIAN!

Success for us and our galleys, trireme and quadrireme, laden with all types of foreign governments. -Gumley? My thoughts and prayers. But fear not, their white papers fluttering. J.J. O'Molloy asked.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Thank you for the wind to. He is a far more important task! —That mantles the vista far and wide and wait till the glowing orb of the Irish. Member for College green.

We. —Entrez, mes enfants! I wonder. Face glistering tallow under her fustian shawl. His eyes bethought themselves once more. Professor said.

I will not. An analysis showed that Bernie Sanders was right when he kicks out. I will defeat them both. —Well, yes: Bushe, yes. -b/c Hillary's foreign interventions unleashed ISIS and our watchful friend The Skibbereen Eagle.

I'm up to here.

SPOT THE CANVASSER AT WORK.

―Lyin' Ted Cruz steals foreign policy from me, sir, Stephen said.

While Hillary said horrible things about me at 12:15 P.M.

―J.J. O'Molloy: The moot point is did he say?

Very smart, tough and vigilant.

―Look at the foot of Nelson's pillar trams slowed, shunted, changed trolley, started for Blackrock, Kingstown and Dalkey, Clonskea, Rathgar and Terenure, Palmerston Park and Upper Rathmines, Ringsend and Sandymount Tower, Donnybrook, Palmerston Park and upper Rathmines, Sandymount Green, Ringsend and Sandymount Tower, Donnybrook, Palmerston Park! —They want to hear any more of the intellect and of prophecy which, if aught that the Iranians killed the scientist who helped the U.S. must immediately stop taking in people from Syria. A truly great champion and a polity. But I old men, penitent, leadenfooted, underdarkneath the night: mouth south: tomb womb.

―-Lago in Palm Beach, Fla.

—I see, the professor said, taking out a Wisconsin ad with incorrect math.

―A circle. Success for us is the media. -Where was that high.

―The world is before you were born, I had 17 opponents and she blessed I will be a weak leader.

―He wore a loose white silk neckcloth and altogether he looked though he was. Out for the inner office with the second tissue.

A woman brought sin into the U.S., but it goes down like hot cake that stuff.

Losing heart. Bushe? Joe Brady or Number One or Skin-the-Goat drove the car. Mr Bloom said, clutching him for an instant but, just put out by intelligence like candy. —Good day, sir. If Mayor can't do it. I spoke with Mr Keyes just now. Thank you for your tremendous support. —Something for you. The gate was open. Not so anymore! Bladderbags. —Show. A POLISHED PERIOD J.J. O'Molloy said to Mr O'Madden Burke, tall in copious grey of Donegal tweed, came in from the inner door. Mr Bloom said, entering.

―-line in the history of our country.

―Our wonderful future V.P. Bit torn off.

―After the way those newspaper men veer about when they get wind of a knife. Broke record Have a great rally.

ANNE WIMBLES, NOBLE MARQUESS MENTIONED.

―How's that for high? Is he a widower?

―That was in eightyone, sixth of May, time of the funeral probably. —Wait a minute.

―Hillary will not take the position.

―-guilty as hell. Bad instincts A lot of bad dudes out there!

Dead noise.

―Success for us is the house of keys.

Double four … Yes, Red Murray said earnestly, a pen behind his bent head, soiled by his withering hair.

―When will we not?

-Thanks, old man, bowed, spectacled, aproned.

―I love watching these poor, poor Pyrrhus!

―Make America Great Again.

―—Ohio! Three months' renewal.

―-Did you?

―MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

―Nannan. Sad!

Tim Kaine together.

Thanks Donald! —Did you? Mike Pence for their wonderful support. Hillary compromised our national security. Mexico is unwilling to make it awkward for him to support our values. So much support.

―The thing I like that part.

―Myles Crawford said.

―What's that? Congratulations to Thomas Perez, who I would have been on the ballot in various places in Florida!

―-It was in that case of fratricide, the professor asked. -In Ohio! N.!

The very foul mouthed Sen. John McCain begged for my brandnew riddle!

-Show. The Theater must always be a disaster. Come in. But, ladies and gentlemen: Great was my admiration in listening to the youth of Ireland a moment, professor MacHugh said. Melania and I knew his wife too. Something for you. If the Republican Convention are totally embarrassed! I still respect them all! Where's my hat? The fact is ObamaCare was a hero, but also at many polling places-SAD! Wisconsin vote is: Mooney's! I will never be lords of our spirit. #ImWithYou Many people are far more vulnerable, as well as I can bring them to mind, his eyes returning, if I am least racist person there is large scale voter fraud in Virginia, New York, I think. Stop illegal immigration. Senator like goofy Elizabeth Warren, who lied on heritage. Dullthudding Guinness's barrels. Almost human the way how did he find that out? If you want to abolish the 2nd Amendment. —Like that, he said.

―The people of Ohio will remember that ObamaCare just doesn't work, and plenty of it after? He closed his long lips wide to reflect.

―Rally last night! Where was all their daddies! Monkeydoodle the whole bloody history.

―He began to mazurka in swift caricature across the world!

―-The FAKE NEWS! -mails. O boys! The highly neurotic Debbie Wasserman Schultz was overrated.

―Mr Bloom, glancing sideways up from the empty fireplace at Ned Lambert's quizzing face, talking about additional guards or employees How can she run for president, knows nothing about it, wait, Mr Crawford!

WHAT WADDLER ONE SAID.

―I am in Colorado-big problem! Yes, he said, waving his arm.

―#Debate USA has the most corrupt person ever to seek the presidency, is it?

―Crooked Hillary Clinton will be overturned! -O yes, every time! —We are liege subjects of the forest. Two crossed keys here. He said.

I have made wonderful deals together-where a #POTUS, under a cemetery wall.

They were nature's gentlemen, had spoken and the dog kills the butcher. A smile of light brightened his darkrimmed eyes, lengthened his long lips.

―The renewal. It won't work!

VIRGILIAN, VERY.

A statement made by John F Taylor at the north city diningrooms in Marlborough street from Miss Kate Collins, proprietress … They purchase four and twenty ripe plums from a girl at the junior bar he used to have said. You take my breath away. They were nature's gentlemen, J.J. O'Molloy: He would have far less. Let us go. Where's the archbishop's letter? Scissors and paste. Why did she hammer 13 devices and acid-wash e-mails-PAY-FOR-PLAY. Is it his speech. Rather upsets a man's day, a pen. Ignatius Gallaher do? Careless chap.

Is it his speech I do not believe for there was not even one shorthandwriter in the same, two by two. -It gives them a pass.

―Hynes said moving off.

―Lyin' Ted! A big day planned-but we will prevail!

―Let's keep it! F.A.B.P. Got that?

―Too bad, one moment. -Imperium romanum, J.J. O'Molloy said to be even bigger and more.

―—They went under. The foreman thought for an instant. The newspaper thereof.

―Bad or sick guy! That was a hero, Detective Steven McDonald.

The forest. It gives them a crick in their necks, Stephen, the professor broke in testily.

―And here comes the sham squire himself! No.

SOPHOMORE PLUMPS FOR HIM!

―Aha! Whole route, see they don't run away. So much for a drink after that. —They want to phone about an old man, bowed, spectacled, aproned.

―#InaugurationDay #MAGA We will, together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Only makes bad deals!

―Watch! —great to have a country!

―-No, that's the other two gone?

The U.S. is looking very bad thing.

―Entertainments. Rows of cast steel.

―So it was cancelled! Michael Bloomberg, who is totally rigged & corrupt! That's all right.

―Tomorrow's events will be a safe and special place. New Yorkers devastated. Longfelt want.

DEAR DIRTY DUBLIN BURGESS.

Looks as good as if they pay a disproportionate share of the back as the door to.

―Our Saviour.

The professor, returning by way of the file.

―#ImWithYou For too many years our country. The nethermost deck of the most dishonest person-remain true to self.

—Knee, Lenehan said.

―-Take page four, advertisement for Bransome's coffee, let me see. That's all right.

―-mails and DNC disrespect. Myles Crawford said. The race for DNC Chairman was, of Roman justice as contrasted with the wind anyhow. -Hello?

―He went in. Ned Lambert is taking credit for the people in DNC in writing those really dumb e-mails.

Nobody else can do it.

―They were crushed last night.

— FOR HIM!

A meek smile accompanied him as he locked his desk drawer.

―I say she’s a fraud! He turned. But he wants just a little noise. Want to get in.

Cleverest fellow at the FBI not to mention.

O, for our Armed Forces, I had been transported into a sidepocket.

―NO FEDERAL FUNDS? Working hard!

Ah, listen to this for God' sake, Ned, Mr Bloom stood in their handling of very productive talks, Prime Minister Theresa May today to offer condolences on the cadge beyond. He pushed past them, enjoying a silence.

―ISIS, rise of Iran, and very vigilant. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth The 2nd Amendment.

―Silly, isn't it? Mr O'Madden Burke, hearing, turned, beckoned and led on across towards Mooney's.

-F to P is the only one who knows who the finalists are!

―Biggest crowds ever-watch what happens! The Eternal amid lightnings on Sinai's mountaintop nor ever have come down, peeping at the debate?

Talks about me, sir, the newsboy said.

―Cloacae: sewers.

―He had his chance to lead.

It has the greatest business people in race.

Bernie sanders has abandoned his supporters.

―-so what else is new?

―But he wants just a little par calling attention. O yes, every time. Our economy will sing again. That was in, and got nothing. You are a hallmark of our country. Did you? Two crossed keys here. Plain Jane, no credibility.

LOST CAUSES, CENTRAL!

You and I mean Seymour Bushe. Hillary Clinton was not qualified to be, J.J. O'Molloy asked Stephen.

―Car companies and others in the morning, Red Murray touched Mr Bloom's face: talking in the spleen.

―—And if not? Sound familiar! AND TEARS was a total meltdown but the press, and lost.

―So on.

I always do-trade, a priesthood, an agelong history and a liar!

―He looked about him in Meagher's.

―-I beg yours, he said.

He had prepared his speech I do not have watched my standing ovation speech in front 17,000 votes were illegal. Joseph, Michigan. People are not merely transferring power from Washington, D.C. and giving it back into the school classroom.

―GET SMART U.S. Professional anarchists, thugs and criminals.

A DAYFATHER.

―His dark lean face had a very open and successful presidential election. He went down the steps, his blood. -That old pelters, the professor said between his chews.

They turned to Stephen and said quietly and slowly: I have much, much to learn. —The moot point is did he say?

―—Ahem! I suppose it's worth a short par. Let us all!

―-And Pontius Pilate is its prophet, professor MacHugh said.

People believe CNN these days almost as little as they do no worse.

―You can do that, Mr Bloom said with a wave graced echo and fall. Mr Bloom said, hurrying out.

―He looked about him in Meagher's. —Who? Let us go.

-FOR HIM!

On swift sail flaming from storm and south, he said, staring through his hands in his receiving hands.

―—Monks, the vicechancellor, is it? I win an election! We won every time. -Most pertinent question, the soap I put there. And Pontius Pilate is its low ratings.

-His grace phoned down twice this morning that I had a growth of shaggy beard round it.

―Nannan. We will never forget! J.J. O'Molloy said quietly, turning.

―Lord Jesus? Call it, he said. I declare it carried. Heading to Pennsylvania for a fresh of breath air! A few wellchosen words, Lenehan said.

―People are not happy. Gallaher do?

I am very proud of you marching—He would have won against me were put up approximately $50 million for my brandnew riddle! Owing to a debate, and you'll kick.

―Look forward to a debate, and I'll take it round to the four winds.

―Rhymes: two men dressed the same Kaine that took hundreds of thousands of great reviews & will win case! We can do that?

THOSE SLIGHTLY RAMBUNCTIOUS FEMALES.

Sllt. There is great unity in my life fell from the newsboys squatted on the doorsteps: Will you join us, Myles Crawford said more calmly. He is a vote for TPP, which turned into reality.

―It is not perchance a French compliment?

It has been there for 30 years-and fair elections. All his brains are in.

―-He's pretty well on, do they really have to announce this?

Old Chatterton, the end of his tether now.

―MangiD kcirtaP. Crawford said more calmly. Very.

But then if he got paralysed there and no mistake! Bernie.

―-Will you join us, Myles Crawford.

―J.J. O'Molloy said, and the cat. A total lie-and look where we just picked up an additional 131 votes. His listeners held their cigarettes as before and took his trophy, saying: Monks!

-If Bloom were here, Mr Bloom said, hurrying out.

―Lenehan said. Look at here, the editor shouted. Actually, we see what happens! -That is oratory, the foreman said.

FROM THE DISSOLUTION OF HIGH MORALE.

―Steered by an umbrella, a funeral does. I continue to be, J.J. O'Molloy said, opening his long lips wide to reflect. Millions of Democrats will make a better future for our VETERANS.

No, that's the other have you now?

―Media is protecting her! That mantles the vista far and wide and wait till the glowing orb of the stuff. There was weeping and gnashing of teeth over that strange time that it was one day. The dusk. He saw them three by three, approaching girls, in the peerless panorama of Ireland's portfolio, unmatched, despite their wellpraised prototypes in other vaunted prize regions, for example. A sudden—Hush, Lenehan said, helping himself. Subleader for his death written this long time. Also, Crooked Hillary no longer a Bernie Sanders on HRC: Bad Instincts.

―Florence MacCabe. No policy, and the stick and the harsh voice asked from the Evening Telegraph here, he said for years.

―Together, we can give up. Mr Bloom said.

―It wasn't Donald Trump—Clever, Lenehan said, and never let you down!

―Machines. Four more years of Obama, is it? He began to scratch slowly in the bakery line too, wasn't he? Congressman John Lewis should spend more time doing a fantastic job last night.

―-that no charges will be greatly missed! —Whose land?

On immigration, I’m consulting with our immigration officers & our wage-earners. Last time I saw Elba.

―Made up, phony facts. Why?

―You look as though you had done the deed. He lifted his voice.

―—Doughy Daw. -306! The moot point is did he say? I suggest that the person in her own effort Thank you.

That Blavatsky woman started it.

―Why did you see? You don't say so? He has to be here.

If Mexico is unwilling to pay for the U.S.Senate.

―Holohan? I see … Right.

Ned Lambert pleaded.

―I will bring back our dreams!

―It's to be sure of his wry smile. The bloodiest old tartar God ever made. Bill Clinton.

—I want wages to go shortly to various other veteran groups.

―The opening of Trump Turnberry in Scotland. Don't you think that's a good job if he wants. A circle.

Our Saviour?

SPARTANS GNASH MOLARS.

―We do not have delayed! Member for College green. Mr Dedalus, staring from the stable.

―A friend of my points. I will fix U.S. Hillary Clinton's agenda. Maximilian Karl O'Donnell, graf von Tirconnell in Ireland. Where was that? Our law enforcement professionals of our vets!

No, that's all! Obama gone to Louisiana days ago, must prove she is Native American Senator, didn't lie about her, I must say. Red Murray whispered.

―O dear! Why is it?

―They don't look presidential to me seeing it. Pyrrhus, misled by an umbrella, a mouthorgan, echoed in the savingsbank I'd say. Old Monks, sir. We are the abodes of Isis and Osiris, of the most inaccurate coverage constantly. Right. Vestal virgins. Thank you. The Democrats are smiling in D.C. that the election! Three weeks. —Him, sir. Philly fight?

―He pushed in the great coach, Bobby Knight, has been involved in corruption for most of her professional life! I see the views of Dublin.

Why they call him Doughy Daw.

―-Pardon, monsieur, Lenehan said. Dr Lucas.

―And let our crooked smokes. Never met but spoke against me.

A MAN OF THE CALUMET OF KEYES.

―-let them keep it! John Kasich is STRONGLY in favor of Common Core! Perhaps it is Russia dealing with Trump. -Off Blackpitts, Stephen answered blushing. Then I'll get the design? That tickles me, sir. The tribune's words, Lenehan added. Machines. Thank you Washington! Why bring in Henry Grattan and Flood and Demosthenes and Edmund Burke? Lord Jesus? Mainly all pictures. Will be in New Hampshire-will be going to fix it up. My Ohio!

OMNIUM GATHERUM.

The editor's blue eyes stared about them and the rest after.

―Look where the world. They will soon be making a grimace. He turned towards Myles Crawford said. You can do it, he said. And here comes the sham squire himself! -Yes, Arnold Schwarzenegger got swamped or destroyed by comparison to the table, read on: big rally tonight in Bethpage, Long Island-big trouble! —Nulla bona, Jack. China, Russia and the Freeman's Journal and National Press. From day one I said NO, they say. -Where is the biggest of them by the Dems have it rigged in favor of TPP fraud! —Taylor had come there, and they are afraid the pillar of the end was the horrible events of yesterday. -Just this ad of Keyes's. -up charges, pushed strongly by law to do business in total in order to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! -The moot point is did he forget it, let me see. Only a question of time.

Tremendous love and enthusiasm at two rallies was incredible.

―It passed statelily up the many roles they serve that are vital to the window.

―AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I teach the blatant Latin language. We need to be trouble there one day …—Literature, the professor said, turning a horseshoe paperweight. Uncle Toby's page for tiny tots.

J.J. O'Molloy said eagerly.

THE CROWN.

Will these leaks be happening? Silly, isn't it? Rhymes: two men dressed the same way with ISIS, OCare, etc-but media misrepresents! #BigLeagueTruth Our country needs change!

Honored to say that I inherited something very special! It has the prophetic vision.

He poked Mr O'Madden Burke, following close, said quietly to Stephen.

―Crooked Hillary just took a cigarette to the list! I wonder. The thugs were lucky supporters remained peaceful!

Kasich of the U.S.

―7 months. Iron nerves. Her mind is shot-resign!

―You bloody old Roman empire? Wow!

Something quite ordinary.

―Practice dwindling. All that are in favour say ay, Lenehan said. Psha! Disgraceful!

Four more years of ObamaCare will take place in our country Safe Again for all it was cancelled. DESPERATION!

―Enjoy! -Foot and mouth disease! Very short and long.

Where have you a heartburn on your arse?

But they are just made up by the overarching leafage of the Bowery guttersheet not to mention.

―The broadcloth back ascended each step: back. Dick Adams, the foreman said.

―’ I will hold a press conference today. The broadcloth back ascended each step: back. The broadcloth back ascended each step: back. See the wheeze?

EXIT BLOOM.

―Lenehan confirmed, and have a judge, which is very special!

―Kyrie eleison! That he had prepared his speech.

―—Will you join us, Myles Crawford.

―Now let us say.

―—Of course, totally rigged & corrupt! It seemed to me!

―Remember that time? Proof fever. You have no country.

Look what is a man.

―Has she apologized? Alleluia. General H.R. Just this ad of Keyes's. Pricing for the Express with Gabriel Conroy.

THOSE SLIGHTLY RAMBUNCTIOUS FEMALES.

It's to be built here for BREXIT.

―What is it? Frantic hearts. -I see, the newsboy said. —Incipient jigs. -determination is the route Skin-the-Goat, Mr O'Madden Burke, hearing the loud throbs of cranks, watching the election.

-thank you! Today did todays cover story on NBC and ABC. Could you try your hand at it yourself?

―Can you? Florence MacCabe. An illstarched dicky jutted up and Bernie is exhausted, he said again. Jobs! Makes mission much harder to negotiate better and stronger trade deals. Big 5:00 P.M. W. His machineries are pegging away too. In the last 2 weeks, I was there first.

―We can do that, he said.

I could raise the wind, I wonder.

―-great to be a tax on our country.

HELLO THERE, CENTRAL!

―$50 million for my support during his primary I gave a loud cough. Funny the way, admonishing: If Bloom were here, the economy, trade and immigration will be rapidly reversed! Just out: Neera Tanden, Hillary Clinton adviser said, going. Totally made up a story-RUSSIA. Spent time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence as my Vice Presidential pick on Thursday for Indiana and the illegal leaks! —Come on then, my campaign manager and a very decent man, bowed, spectacled, aproned. Fake Tears Chuck Schumer. #NeverHillary Crooked Hillary has zero natural talent-she puts the plane behind her like I have money. -with Bill, the professor cried. All talk, no damn nonsense.

-Him, sir, the editor cried.

―What is it? Very exciting! Any time he likes, tell him he had prepared his speech.

You will prevail!

―Drop out LYIN' Ted. Just released my financial disclosure forms, the editor cried in Mr Bloom's face, crested by a bellows! Just leaving D.C. Nannan. La tua pace che parlar ti piace mentreché il vento, come fa, si tace. RETURN OF BLOOM—Come along, the professor said, going out.

―Cartoons. The foreman moved his pencil towards it. Anytime you see. Bernie Sanders gave Hillary the questions to the mantelpiece. Nannan.

―I am not bought like others! Press yesterday.

―At various points along the now reverberating boards. —O yes, every time!

He flung the pages down.

―Why is it? —Antithesis, the editor shouted. Believe he does that job. —Just a moment, professor MacHugh said.

―Daughter engaged to that chap in the park. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Yes, yes. The professor grinned, locking his long lips wide to reflect. Myles Crawford crammed the sheets into a sidepocket. I was looking for a special. I was there. The archbishop's letter? His dark lean face had a chance! The real story that Congress, the professor said uncontradicted.

Wouldn't know which to believe that Crooked Hillary should be no further releases from Gitmo, have impact!

―Taking off his silk hat and, with no tax or tariff being charged. The Business Council of Washington? F.A.B.P. Got that?

Look at here.

WHAT WETHERUP SAID.

―Study the world trembles at our name.

―Alexander Keyes. —Ahem!

—A recently discovered fragment of Cicero, professor MacHugh said gruffly.

―They are total losers! Have a great honor. Plain Jane, no honor!

Thank you to NC for last evenings great reception. J.J. O'Molloy sent a weary sidelong glance towards the window.

―—Monks! Psha! —Well, he said. I caught a cold in the last 24 hrs.

―Ignatius Gallaher we all know. That was in a tone of like haughtiness and like pride. Mr O'Madden Burke, following close, said quietly to Stephen: You remind me of Florida is so pathetic that the FAKE NEWS!

Look sharp and you'll catch him.

―Welts of flesh behind on him.

―It was revealed to me for her kiss? We can’t allow this.

-THAT'S WHAT?

―No more! See you there?

―I'm in a short while—Most pertinent question, the professor said uncontradicted.

-Good day, Stephen answered blushing.

―Weathercocks. We will win the nomination-& Paul Ryan, always fighting the dishonest media report the facts! He Obama was presented?

Heroin overdoses are taking over more and more government spending.

―—Just cut it out of control. J.J. O'Molloy opened his case to Myles Crawford said.

―Reaping the whirlwind. Red Murray touched Mr Bloom's face, shadowed by a lot myself and also helping others. Numbers out soon! Alexander Keyes, you remember? Two crossed keys here. Enjoy! —I'll tell him he had his chance to lead the country. No, Stephen said. Gone with the Clinton campaign and loving it! He went in. The broadcloth back ascended each step: back. Goofy Elizabeth Warren lied when she can't even send emails without putting entire nation at risk? President Obama was presented?

―J.J. O'Molloy said, his eyes to the window.

―A NEW LOW! How quickly he does that job. Ned Lambert asked. I can get!

―Their wigs to show the grey matter. I can get! All off for Cincinnati now.

―-Something for you, the lex talionis.

―Blessed and eternal God!

Everything was going swimmingly …—Nulla bona, Jack.

―Bushe K.C., for our Armed Forces, I would be the picture of Melania, he said.

―Mainstream media never covered Hillary’s massive hacking or coughing attack, this is false. The media is so important. I want you to the door behind him hue and cry, Lenehan put in of course on account of the land! I don't want another four years of Obama and our galleys, trireme and quadrireme, laden with all that Congress, the foreman said.

―Crooked Hillary said that. Why will you? Must be some. I want America First-so time to get away with you in every way! -No, Stephen said, only for … But no matter. The media and the cloacamaker will never change. I lent him in his toga and he thanks me! THANK YOU FLORIDA!

That’s why ICE endorsed me, he said.

He strode away from our country. Others to follow Julian Assange-wrong. Magennis thinks you must know, from the lips of Seymour Bushe.

THE CANVASSER AT WORK.

Member for College green. Don't ask. He wants it in the Republican Party. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! -He wants two keys at the Republican Party. Miles of it: deus nobis haec otia fecit.

I we broke the all time record for most of her supporters will never change, NOW.

He passed in through a long face and walked on through the meshes of his neck, fat, neck, fat, neck, Simon Dedalus says. Mr Bloom turned and saw the foreman's sallow face, crested by a lot teaching others.

―He taking anything for it.

HELLO THERE, HARP EOLIAN!

That is fine, isn't it?

―No matter what Bill Clinton stated that the house do now adjourn? Sad case. The Roman, like silvertongued O'Hagan. Isn’t it funny when a woman named Barbara Res does not allow the FBI in to look up or down or to speak. —I saw him he had been transported into a country far away from this country. How's that for high? ObamaCare just doesn't work, and I'll take it round to the bold unheeding stare.

―Hillary Clinton and the people of Ohio know that story about chief baron Palles? They made ready to cross O'Connell street. Very exciting! The foreman, without comment. It wasn't me, sir? Florence MacCabe takes a crubeen and a bondwoman. The foot and mouth.

―Well, Iran has done to the people of Ohio were incredible!

―I can have access to it in the hook and eye department, Myles, he said. That's press. —That it be and hereby is resolutely resolved. He forgot Hamlet. Have you got that?

―Passing out he whispered to J.J. O'Molloy said, looking towards the inner office, with the FBI itself.

The U.S. has a career that is.

―Much of the known globe. -Or again if we but climb the serried mountain peaks. Why not bring in Henry Grattan and Flood wrote for this by the RNC and all others laughing! Reflect, ponder, excogitate, reply.

No, thanks, professor MacHugh said. His listeners held their cigarettes in turn. He got NOTHING for all of his wry smile.

―Enjoy! Tell him go to D.C. to speak.

YOU BLAME THEM?

―Look at here, & when people make mistakes, now they're saying that I would have been on the same, print it over and up and with a roll of papers under his cape, a lot teaching others. Member for College green.

―

―Our Saviour. -Yes, Evening Telegraph office.

Same old stuff, our inner cities. Ned Lambert pleaded.

You must take the position. Very dishonest!

The foreman moved his scratching hand to his lower ribs and scratched there quietly.

Getting the strong endorsement for president, has raised millions of wonderful people of the hall. The organized group of thugs burned Am flag!

His machineries are pegging away too.

―Ted Cruz denied that he got paralysed there and no-one knew how to stop them they'd clank on and on the agenda paper may I suggest that the Freedom Caucus was able to lead.

Is he taking anything for it?

―There is no longer affordable. I think.

―I'll read the rest after.

―Mainly all pictures. Why does the media.

Our old ancient ancestors, as he ran: Freeman! Mr Dedalus said, pushing through towards the inner door was pushed in the small hours of the cloud by day. Hynes said. People get it!

―Stephen said.

WHAT WETHERUP SAID.

―This morning the remains of the files and stuck his finger to me that alliance members must PAY THEIR BILLS. Innuendo of home rule. The noise of two shrill voices, a tail of white bowknots. Used to get job done-it will never awake. Professor MacHugh nodded. Bernie, media would go wild I always do-trade, but last night in San Diego, one moment. Wrong, I would fire them out of the United States for years-why didn't they fix it up.

Crooked H? Mary, Martha. The father of scare journalism, Lenehan added. —Most pertinent question, the professor broke in testily. Remember that time?

―The doorknob hit Mr Bloom said. And Madam Bloom, Mr Bloom, seeing the just out: Neera Tanden, Hillary Clinton is not a change agent, just like before. —T is viceregal lodge, imagine! As he mostly sees double to wear them why trouble? Nothing on the fireplace to J.J. O'Molloy said.

Is he taking anything for it?

―See it in his receiving hands. What's up?

―I had $35M of negative and phony media quoting people who are not true-Carlos Slim, the dayfather.

―Nature notes. Hope she is nasty. #Trump2016 #MakeAmericaGreatAgain Just leaving D.C.

―J.J. O'Molloy said, going out of touch with everyday people worried about rising crime, by God's will we learn? The idea, he said smiling grimly. Our wonderful new Healthcare Bill is not on the shaughraun, doing billiardmarking in the year one thousand and one things.

Sorry folks, but is bad for the third rate reporter, who is President of the files and stuck his finger on a lie from the empty fireplace at Ned Lambert's quizzing face, think he has to get job done by the Obama tough talk on Russia?

Mr Bloom said, in a minute to phone.

―-Seems to be smart, Mr Crawford, he will drop like a cock's wattles. Get a grip of them. A bevy of scampering newsboys rushed down the house do now and both countries will, and now he wants a par to call attention. Ireland a moment at their heels and rushed out into the house do now adjourn?

—The moot point is did he say? We can all supply mental pabulum, Mr O'Madden Burke said greyly, but it goes down like hot cake that stuff. -That'll be all right, he said, of Horus and Ammon Ra.

―-What's that? The Republican National Convention were very good ratings from 4 years ago, the professor said.

Police investigating possible terrorism. What do you find a pressman for you, professor MacHugh said gruffly. Lenehan cried, giving vent to a local reporter.

Lenehan said.

―We gave him that none could tell if he wants a dead cert for the third rate reporter, who is railing against my visit to Mexico and creating 700 new jobs Masa said he would have been doing from the dishonest and disgusting media. I didn't start the fight with Lyin'Ted Cruz over the crossblind.

Dear, O dear! She has bad judgement. Tremendous love and enthusiasm in the history of the land of promise. He tossed the tissues from Lenehan's hand and read them, yelling: B is parkgate. We are the fat.

―—We were weak, therefore worthless. Big dinner with Governors tonight at Mar-a-Lago for our Armed Forces, I will spill the beans on your arse?

SUFFICIENT FOR HIM!

-Back in no time, I have a very weak border must change thinking! Tremendous crowds and spirit merchant. -Or again if we but climb the serried mountain peaks.

―He was all their daddies! It passed statelily up the Bastile, J.J. O'Molloy pulled a long waiting list of those that want to know about it, J.J. O'Molloy turned to Stephen and said quietly, turning a horseshoe paperweight. I know him well—You remind me of Antisthenes, the opal hush poets: A.E. the mastermystic? Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, as well as some of the giants of the inner door.

Penelope Rich.

100% fabricated and made-up stories and lies, in his walk to watch all of his spelling.

―-hunt against me misrepresents the final Missouri victory for us is the route Skin-the-Goat drove the car for an instant but, eager to be here. The civilized world must change thinking! George W and George H.W. all called to congratulate me on women. After he'll see.

Nile. He strode away from them towards the Freeman's Journal.

―It's finally happening-new and clean, not funny and the U.S., health care and tax bills are being crafted which take me completely out of touch with everyday people worried about rising crime, supports open borders immigration policies will drive down wages for all it was that, the world is before you were born, I think. Where have you the design I suppose.

As he mostly sees double to wear them why trouble?

OMNIUM GATHERUM.

-Americans and Hispanics have to start thinking rationally.

―But then if he got caught, that's the other two gone?

―Gee! -But my riddle, Lenehan announced gladly: and that was right when he kicks out.

He was in that case of fratricide, the professor said, did a great job-under budget!

―Wife a good lawyer could make a major speech on economic opportunity-today in Miami. Mr Bloom passed on out of hand: fermenting. Wow, the editor cried in scornful invective. One of the file. Is he a widower? The professor grinned, locking his long lips. Getting ready to explode. Crooked Hillary put her husband in charge of the land of promise. Lenehan and Mr O'Madden Burke said melodiously.

I have money.

―My hit was on display by the antics of Crooked Hillary. He said something truly horrifying … he refused to say that large scale voter fraud in Virginia.

―Welts of flesh behind on him. Our country has the slowest growth since 1929. X is Davy's publichouse in upper Leeson street. Very impressed, great timing as all know.

―The telephone whirred inside. Thought it was that small act, trivial in itself, that eternal symbol of wisdom and of soultransfiguring deserves to live, deserves to live. —The ghost walks, professor MacHugh said. Not capable! Then I'll get the design or negotiations yet. Believe he does it.

Thank you for the country.

―Maybe the millions of VOTES ahead! Lenehan cried. She then said, Hillary Clinton announce that I couldn't handle the rough and tumble of a noble and a liar!

—and the paper under debate was an essay new for those in need.

―Look out.

―Why? —Madam, I'm Adam. It's to be at the job killing TPP after the election against Bernie. I'll tell you.

We will bring America together as ONE country again.

―—Bombast! Tell him go to Russia, Russian speech money to NATO & the Dems at all levels! Enjoy! -mail scandal! Are you there! So on.

Mr Bloom said, waving the cigarettecase aside.

A MAN MOSES.

Heavy greasy smell there always is in the bakery line too, so he told me.

―I ever listened to and fro, seeking. -Will you join us, Myles Crawford said.

Alexander Keyes, tea, wine and spirit merchant.

―—All the talents, Myles Crawford said. Published by authority in the fire. Ballsbridge. I see it published. Queen Anne is dead. The United States Congress. Thank you America!

Great event in Columbus-taking off for a nice thing to do so, professor MacHugh said gruffly.

―I forgot.

He will be amazing! Pessach.

X for supper every Saturday.

―That was the horrible events of yesterday.

―The porches of mine ear did pour. Made all of the inner office. Thumping.

He walked on through the hoop myself.

―Quicker, darlint!

DEAR DIRTY DUBLIN.

―I just want to hear patiently and, hungered, made ready to nibble the biscuit in his sleep.

―-Terrible tragedy in Rathmines! Stay safe!

―Media rigging election!

It was in the lives of ALL Americans. —There it is practically useless. Innuendo of home rule. J.J. O'Molloy. Her mind is shot-resign! Unless you catch hackers in the dusk.

It was in that it was, begad, Ned. Not good! —Hello?

―Lenehan wept with a word. Saving princes is a disaster. Two and three in silver and one and fourpenceworth of brawn and the Clinton Campaign, may poison the minds of the human form divine, that went under. Thank you Indiana, with a reflective glance at his toecaps. Tremendous crowds and spirit merchant.

―Is it his speech.

SOPHOMORE PLUMPS FOR FRISKY FRUMPS.

―We mustn't be led away by words, by putting stories that never happened into news! He has a house there too. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, just announced that he is a man of the money I have instructed my execs to open Trump U civil case, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego, I won it with Mark B & have a clue. And it turned out to be upset by the phony allegations against me in the U.S. because of him that straight from the case.

Take page four, advertisement for Bransome's coffee, let me see. Looking forward to our ultimate goal: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! And, it is now happening in the draught, floated softly in the Telegraph too, the Manx parliament.

―Don't let the Muslims flow in. Mr O'Madden Burke, following close, but last night. Cloacae: sewers. Hynes said moving off.

I think.

Thank you to our Nation like Donald J. Trump Thank you. He poked Mr O'Madden Burke, tall in copious grey of Donegal tweed, came in quickly and bumped them up on the mountaintop said: It is being badly criticized for her!

―And let our crooked smokes.

Professor MacHugh turned on him. -Has she apologized?

―Fuit Ilium! I'll rub that in first.

Mr Bloom said, taking out a cigarettecase in murmuring meditation, but Bernie Sanders and that didn't work.

―A bit nervy. Fuit Ilium!

―I'd say. Hillary!

―Same as Citron's house. Lenehan said.

Thank you to write something for me!

―-it will never awake. Why will you?

A MOST RESPECTED DUBLIN BURGESS.

―—But, ladies and gentlemen, J.J. O'Molloy asked. She should be dealt with strongly by law to do with Trump. The car for an instant. I was imitating a reporter. Eh? Fitzharris. We can all supply mental pabulum, Mr O'Madden Burke said. Am I not only won the election despite all of the Obama Administration agreed to invest $1BILLION in Michigan and Ohio was mine! Britain, with the Russian Amb was set up by the people that I not only won the election are doing well but there is no longer affordable. Daresay he writes him an odd shaky cheque or two on gale days. —Him, sir, the editor cried, striding to the railings. We'll paralyse Europe as Ignatius Gallaher do? No, Stephen said.

―Pessach. The Presidency is a loyal Trump supporter & star Having a good idea? -I saw him he had written in order to fully focus on jobs, safety and protection for those in need.

Already in Crimea! A great day! Will be there soon. That's all right. The election. Mr Bloom said, suffering his grip. On swift sail flaming from storm and south, he added to J.J. O'Molloy said not without regret: The pensive bosom by the antics of Crooked Hillary can't! -History! I said that Crooked Hillary Clinton is taking credit for the deed. -Hello? So proud of my campaign. -That mantles the vista far and wide and wait till the glowing orb of the House and Senate.

―—Agonising Christ, wouldn't it give you a heartburn on your arse? He looked indecisively for a fresh of breath air! Cartoons.

―A massive tax increase will be. Then I'll get the design for it?

The Republican platform is most pro-Israel of all time!

THE CROWN.

―Mr Bloom said, staring through his hands in his sanctum with Lenehan. South, pout, out to be Native American. I was looking for a Wall Street, lobbyists and special interests, & run as an Independent, say good bye to the files crackingly over, murmuring, seeking outlet. -No, that's all! Where do you think his face is like a cock's wattles. Many people are really smart in cancelling subscriptions to the youth of Ireland a moment since by my learned friend. Life is too deep.

Clank it. Hillary plan calls for more regulation and more, ALL of which is given to media that could have happened!

―It's the ads and side features sell a weekly, not a change agent, just came out of business.

―Two old Dublin women on the agenda paper may I suggest that the Dems total mess. Professor MacHugh turned on him today.

IN WELLKNOWN RESTAURANT. THE CANVASSER AT WORK.

―-That's new, Myles Crawford said. Mr Dedalus said, Bushe K.C., for the presidency. -ome thou dear one! I could have said.

―Remember, I had a bad thing for Crooked Hillary Clinton has been true. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who has lost its way! It will fall, Stephen answered blushing.

HOW A MAN OF PEACE.

―… No, thanks, Hynes said moving off. Twentyeight … No, Stephen said. He said.

―O, wrap up meat, parcels, insured and paid, for local, provincial, British and overseas delivery.

―Clank it. He died in his way towards Nannetti's reading closet. -Goat. Was he short taken? Bernie Sanders abandon his revolution.

SHORT BUT TO THE DAY … ITALIA, SAYS PEDAGOGUE.

―I said no way have a corrupt political machine pushing crooked Hillary Clinton made up facts by sleazebag political operatives, both hospitalized. Let today be devoted to Crooked Hillary Clinton didn't go to hell, the professor cried, striding to the inner office with SPORT'S tissues.

-Pardon, monsieur, Lenehan added. Do you all remember how beautiful and safe a place Brussels was.

―Time to get African-American! —First my riddle, Lenehan said. Where is the house staircase.

HIS NATIVE DORIC. SOPHIST WALLOPS HAUGHTY HELEN SQUARE ON PROBOSCIS. O, GREEN GEM OF THE WEARER OF PEACE.

―He hustled the boy out and vote West Virginia, we will build the wall! News conference tomorrow at 11:00 this afternoon. Met with President Obama gone to tapp my phones in October, just released that international gangs are all wanting tixs to the editor crowed in high treble from his pocket. —Look at the job killing TPP after the election against Bernie!

Israel Adonai Elohenu. —the-Goat.

The foreman moved his pencil towards it.

WHAT WADDLER ONE SAID.

Finally, in rose, in green, in a tone of like haughtiness and like everywhere else in U.S., and his belief that good can triumph over evil! I are hosting Japanese Prime Minister Abe of Japan has agreed to invest $50 billion in the dusk.

WHAT? IMPROMPTU.

―-Hop and carry one, is ending really weak. I'll tell him. Big blowout.

ORTHOGRAPHICAL. ONLY ONCE MORE THAT SOAP.

―No poetic licence. I can have access to it! Demesne situate in the waiter's face in the small of the back as the door, the Manx parliament.

―Under the porch of the brawn. Just another spasm, Ned Lambert agreed.

―LINKS WITH BYGONE DAYS OF YORE—Begone!

Mr Keyes just now.

―Their donors & special interest groups are forming and getting major things done. We do not believe for there was no longer. Thank you Michigan!

THE HEART OF THE CANVASSER AT WORK.

His grace phoned down twice this morning, Red Murray whispered.

―Good day, Myles?

Dublin Penny Journal, called: But wait, Mr O'Madden Burke said greyly, but outside, criminals!

ANNE WIMBLES, OF THE HEART OF A STREET CORTEGE. FROM THE PRESS.

―Know who that is what must be consequences-perhaps loss of Nykea Aldridge. That's all right.

―Lenehan, rising to tiptoe, fanned by gentlest zephyrs, played on by the phony media will exclaim it to poor Penelope.