#(2) if youre like She Sounds Familar uh

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Yet ANOTHER tittie boy Bakugou story 🍼💥

Or should I say Tittie man? 🤔

Part 1 💥 Part 2 💥 Part 3

Ft. Grown up Pro hero daddy Katsuki 🦹🏼‍♂️ his forever beautiful wife 🤱🏼their extremely helpful little princess 👧🏼 & their hungry twin momma’s boys 👼🏼🍼👼🏼

Warnings ⛔️ Use of “Mommy” & “Daddy”, lactation kink, nursing, sexual themes & content 

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After a long day of ass kicking, pro hero Ground Zero finally breathes a sigh of relief after turning onto the familar street within the “Hero’s Only” gated community. A smile replaces the pro’s signature scowl once a specific house is seen in the distance; Of course its the biggest one on the block, it had to be, this was decided during its building phase. He was moving his ever growing family into the place for Christ sake, and they needed plenty of room to house that quickly expanding family.(Considering that he and Mrs.Bakugou still have a very active sex life, and he may or may not have developed a bit of a breeding kink after seeing her grow round with baby number one).

Soon as his sports car is parked in the garage and the large door is secured shut behind it, Ground Zero begins the transition back into Katsuki Bakugou, daddy of four (If you include one sexy mama along with three brats 😏). His gauntlets, bracers, and any other explosives are placed in their password protected safe beside the door leading to the garage. Opening the connecting door that leads into the actual house, the delicious smell of dinner fills his nose, along with the aroma of the preferred type of incense his wife likes to light throughout their home to keep it smelling nice.

Hearing noise just ahead, he calls out “I’m home!” but suprisingly recieves no excited shouts or squeals in response. As he gets further down the hall and closer to the sitting room, Katsuki immediately picks up on the perfectly synchronized, increasing in volume, sounds of identical whimpering. Followed by the sound of his wife calling out to their daughter, “Sweet heart would you please bring me my cup from the kitchen? I need to get your brothers fed before they start screaming their heads off”.

“Here you go mommy!” The always helpful little angel sing songs as she skips into the room, “Hi daddy!”.

Katsuki leans against the wall taking in the scene before him;

Your daughter twirling around your legs as you stand looking suprised to see him, disheveled but somehow still so incredibly sexy with your breasts hanging out of your thin yukata, while both arms hold an infant, each tit has a greedy baby suckling at them, “Welcome home my love…I uh didn’t hear you come in?” You offer this excuse, before chuckling out of embarrassment at being caught looking so ratchet by your husband, your daughter joins in on your laughter (Though she has no clue what’s funny). Ah if only you wouldn’t kill him for pulling out his phone and snapping a picture of this seemingly perfect moment.

Scooping his little princess into his arms, Katsuki begins his usual start of the evening routine; Tickling his excited little girl and asking her if she was good today? To which she always responds YES DADDY between fits of giggles as he spins her around, hangs her upside down etc. Now seated, you watch the two of them from your place on the sofa, smiling and occasionally yelping as one of your still eating babies bites down with their barely growing teeth. Once he puts your daughter back on the ground, your doting husband leans over to greet you properly, “C’mere pretty momma”. The kiss that started out as a seemingly innocent peck extends into something more and only once one of the twins gets slightly smooshed between you two (To which he makes the most indignant squeal a baby can) do you both remember where you are.

You wear a dazed expression as he pulls away from you, Katsuki has half a mind to capture your lips again but instead cups your cheek, running the rough pad of his thumb across your bottom lip “Later?”.

Snapping out of your desire fueled haze, you briefly close your lip around his thumb and hum, making eyes at him all the while.

When he finally stumbles up the stairs to take a shower, his pants are significantly tighter. Discarding his dirty clothes in the hamper, and stepping into the illustrious cave like shower he sighs, closing his eyes as the warm spray cascades down onto his head. It isn’t hard for him to conjer up that image of you from earlier behind his eyelids. Your tits were a nice size before and after you had your daughter, but ever since conceiving the twins they’d started growing. Now those puppies were nearly the size of two ripe cantaloupe’s, that thought has the proud daddy groaning as he wraps a hand around his leaking cock. The way pre cum was dribbling out of its head reminded him of the time he’d woken up to find you sitting up in bed all teary eyed and frustrated over your soaked T-shirt, “I pumped last night before bed!” You exclaimed before yanking it off and tossing it aside.

Oh gods, the sight of your leaking nipples had Katsuki on you instantly.

His hand stroked his cock faster, squeezing lightly when he got to the tip, making more milky white ooze from it as he neared his climax. How he wishes he could call you in here for just a minute; Seeing you on your knees with your legs spread, those perfect tits hanging out of your robe, so round and engorged with milk to feed his greedy little twins. Even just being imagined it was too much for him and as he’s cumming so hard he imagines it splattered all over your face and your dribbling tits.

“Fuck! Y/N! Oh goddammit!”

Your name mixed with a string of expletives falls from his lips as he finishes, slumped and panting like he’d just ran a marathon.

After dinner, the next few hours are dedicated to quality time with you and the kids. As you clean up the kitchen, he has both little boys on his lap and he can’t help but smile at the happy squeals and claps the two continuously make as their sister engages with them. Dancing, blowing bubbles, and singing all for her little brothers and papa. Eventually things begin to quite down as you come to sit with the four of them, praising your daughter on her wonderful performance, which you swear you heard the entirety of from the kitchen. As soon as you get comfortable the babies begin to try and wiggle away from their daddy, “Always momma’s boys” he huffs. Which you are quick to remind they are “Just like him”, earning a “Tch, yeah right” in response as he glares at the wall. Try as he might to front, you are close enough with Mitsuki to know he’s full of shit. “He may be Mr. Big shot pro hero now, but it doesn’t change the fact that he was always a wimpy little tittie boy growing up” recalling her words and Katsuki’s furious reaction as he burst into the room to rebuke her statement, makes you chuckle as you grab your sons.

It’s just about bed time now.

Katsuki herds your little girl upstairs and you follow behind with the boys. You head into the nursery and take a seat in the rocking chair, once again freeing your chest to get attacked by little mouth’s. They always sleep better if they get a little snack before bed.

Once your daughter is dressed in her nightgown, Katsuki carries her into the nursery to give kisses to you and her brothers, “Good night my precious little princess”  you call as she gives you a sleepy wave with the hand not holding onto daddy’s neck.

Much to his disappointment, your breasts are put away by the time Katsuki comes to join you in the nursery. You ask him to change and dress one, while you continue trying to burp the other. By the time he has the new diaper on one son, you set down the other and he does it all over again. Two sets of small crimson eyes are barely open as you lean down into their crib and kiss each fluffy blonde head.

“Good night my little angels” you coo as you turn on the mobile above their heads. Katsuki leans on the door frame, waiting for you two to finally turn in. Thoughts focused on plans for tomorrow, as you walk past your husband on your way towards the master suite. It’s only once you hear the soft click of the nursery door closing that a familiar chill runs down your spine; The hallway is just about pitch black, small beams of moon light permeate cracks in the curtains that cover the windows lining the walkway. You feel eyes on you, roaming over your entire back side, and rendering you into poor helpless prey that might as well be incinerated under the burning gaze of an apex predator.

The squeak you emit is nearly silent once you round the corner and catch sight of your door, you place your arms under your heavy chest and run for it. It still hurts considering your tits are akin to two giant boulders bouncing while hanging off your chest, but even though your pussy may be wetter than wet, fight or flight still takes precedent. It was stupid of you to try and run to begin with but you both know that a good game of cat and mouse gets each of you ready to devour each other, regardless of how short or easy the game is/lasts. Katsuki just stalks after you, the way he takes each menacing step behind you is far more nerve wracking than if he were to just run at you.

When he appears in the doorway of your bedroom, his massive hulking frame blocking you from any escape. The smirk on his face turns into a mocking grin, showing all his sharp white teeth as he observes you. You back away slowly until the backs of your legs hit the bed frame, you let yourself gracefully fall backwards. Scooting into the middle of the bed you spread your legs, running one hand up the inside of your thigh towards your sopping cunt.Keeping eye contact with your gorgeous husband all the while, as you run your fingers up and down the tiny piece of cloth soaked in your desire for him. Meanwhile, the other hand pushes your yukata off the shoulders so the material pools up around your waist, leaving your perfect tits out on display.

Katsuki’s breathing heavily now as he enters the bedroom, shutting the door and immediately engaging the lock. You let your mouth fall open as you let out a quiet little moan, one hand continuously rubbing over your clothed slit while the other works at stimulating your tits.

Purposefully playing up the over indulgence in your self pleasure as you feel your nipples beginning to leak, “The twins eat so much normally…but I guess they weren’t as hungry as usual today…I have so much left over it’s hurts so much daddy…can you help me?”.

What kind of stupid question was that? Of course he was going to come to the aid of his perfect little wife! So fucking perfect…

“Such a good lil mama, taking such good care of our babies every day all by yourself…Can’t let you be in pain all night can we?” Katsuki drawls as he starts moving towards the bed, shucking off his clothes as he went “Those greedy little brats are so lucky, always latched onto these nice Fuckin’ tits, mmm they just keep getting bigger and bigger don’t they? Gotta keep making more milk to feed those hungry little mouth’s hah?”.

Your soft mewls are music to his ears as his big hands massage and squeeze at your chest. “Finally daddy gets his turn” Katsuki says, licking his lips before latching onto your now aching breasts. His hand comes to replace yours to play between your legs, pinching your clit before plunging two fingers into your hole. Your fingers began carding through his hair, occasionally pulling at the spiked strands when he rubs that special spot inside you. His ministrations are gentle and easy, this is both of your shared time to relax and unwind after all. You already know once he’s done nursing he’s going to mount and fuck you like a wild animal.

For now though you close your eyes and relax against the pillows, massaging his scalp while he occasionally sighs through his nose as a display of contentment, the puffs of air tickling your skin, just like the twins do. Switching to the other breast, he repositions himself to rub his erection against your inner thigh, precum smearing over your skin. Finally you can’t take it anymore and the begging begins, “Suki baby please…please I need you”

“Need what momma?” His words are muffled around the tit in his mouth.

“I need you to fuck me please daddy, want you to fill me up, wanna give you another baby” you sound so sexy and desperate that you just might cry.

That does it.

The sweet taste of your milk is still fresh on his tongue when he releases your abused nipple with a loud POP! Crimson eyes darkening as he moves to hover over you, caging you in with his muscular arms. The smuggest grin on his face as the tip of his cock brushes against your opening; “Gonna give me another little princess this time pretty girl?”.

A/N: There we go, yet another self indulgent as fuck piece for you guys to devour! My ideal family with Katsuki is Two daughters and twin sons, the first born is a girl, and the fourth born is also a little girl.

I can dream can’t I? 😏

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The Hangover (Def Leppard x Reader)

(Happy birthday to my blog!! To celebrate 3 years of the place where I concentrate my insane Leppard obsession, I thought I’d celebrate by posting the FIRST Def Leppard fanfic I EVER wrote ((which I have NEVER posted anywhere before!)) I began writing this exactly 3 years ago today- the day I made this blog ((February 19th, 2018))- and officially finished it about a year later. This is not intended as a romantic/sexual fic, it’s simply just an x reader in which the reader is basically one of the guys. In other words, it’s on crack.)

((I am aware this is kind of cringe-worthy at times... but I still like a lot of things about it. While I revised it very slightly before queuing it,  I was still 16 when I started writing this, okay... gimme a break...))

(Illustration by @paper-sxn​)

Words: 8,684 Prompt: Dublin, 1984. You’re with the Leppards in their early pre-Hysteria era house. You all wake up with hangovers after a boozed-up night at home, and you each try to put the pieces of the previous night back together. Meanwhile, you’re praying that one particular piece won’t fit in anywhere... (partially inspired by the “Blitzgiving” and “The Pineapple Incident” episodes of How I Met Your Mother)

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Gently piercing white light made its way through the windows of the bedroom. It hit your eyelids, and it hit your brain, igniting a brief but killer headache. As your eyes clasped together more, you turned your face into the gloriously soft pillow. For a second you asked yourself why you would have a headache so early in the morning, but then…

You laughed quietly into the bed, recalling without warning some vague happenings from the night before. There wasn’t much you remembered, but you clearly saw the image of the guys flat out drunk at some point (you along with them). There were some blips of you all singing together, Sav hanging from a door frame, you chugging some scotch, Joe chugging some vodka, Steve’s hair being in pigtails, and you think Phil might’ve been giving you a lap dance... or vice versa. It was, all in all, hysterical (at least- that’s what you wanted to think).

 Other than those faint events, unfortunately, the night was gone. Still, you were thrilled that it happened. Crazy times with your boys were always good.

You rubbed your eyes, ready for more sleep to combat the pounding in your head. When you did, they opened a little, and you realized… this wasn't your room you were in. Squinting around, you noticed that you were sleeping in Phil’s room instead of yours.

Oh, it’s not that much of a problem, you mused, I’m sure he doesn’t mind. I’ve woken up to worse in this place.

You let your eyes close again easily, and you found peace as you began to fall under again. That is, until you felt someone move next to you.

When it happened, you became aware of the warmth coming from someone else in the bed. They only shifted in their sleep a little bit before going still again. Your eyes went wide, and you held your breath. You don’t remember getting into bed with someone (in fact, you don’t remember getting into bed at all). Turning your head, you looked to see what sort of stranger was in bed with you currently. Instead of a stranger, scraggly blonde hair over a kind and shy face met your sight, and you were instantly calmed upon realizing that it was just Steve. That was good, that was good, but why were you and Steve sleeping in Phil’s bed? You were sure you didn’t have sex last night- at least, not with Steve. This tiny moment of appeasement and confusion was cut short by the faint sound of guitar chords coming from downstairs. The music echoed to your ears, signaling that it had to be Phil, and that he was playing the opening to Bringin On the Heartbreak. Cautiously taking the covers off you- not wanting to wake Steve- you felt obliged to go to the other guitarist. When you stood up and began walking, you nearly fell forward from the sudden vertigo of your hangover. You had to hold onto the counter of Phil’s dresser for extra support, and that’s when your reflection in his mirror caught your eye. Not only that, but that’s when your outfit also caught your eye. One of the guys’ Union Jack tank tops had been slipped over you somehow, and two hand prints were on either side of your face in dried paint; one was blue, one was green. "What…?“ you whispered, touching your face and feeling the shirt on you. It seemed to fit you alright, which made you wonder whose it really was. You were also in black underwear, and nothing else. While eyeing yourself, you took notice of Steve in the reflection. You now saw a few big red lipstick stains on his face, untouched and unsmudged. It was pretty cute, you had to admit, but another thing that came to your attention was that it wasn’t you who was wearing the lipstick at the moment. So then who kissed Steve all over his face? You treaded carefully down the hallway, putting one foot in front of the other and dragging a hand on the wall for support. The melody of the distant guitar didn’t cease the whole time you trekked through the house to get to Phil. When the chords of the song dragged on to the part where the vocals should have begun, no vocals came. Everything in the house looked remarkably the same (despite everything you remember from last night). There were large, ripped pieces of cardboard in the middle of the hallway;  scattered out as if leaving a trail. Alongside that, there was a piece of paper labeled “pay 2 the orerr of Rick: one fuckin bendee straw” in what may have been Sav’s handwriting on top of the stairs, and blue paint smudged on the railing going downwards (guaranteeing that whoever did that eventually got to your face, too).

Step by step you descended as the scenery of the house teetered around you (a little too reminiscent of Me & My Wine, you would add). When you reached the bottom of the stairs and looked into the living room, sure enough, Phil was there, strumming away.

“But it’s easy come and easy go…” he hummed.

“You’re…” you mumbled, burped a little, and continued, “Awake. How?” He stopped playing and crossed his arms, quietly sassing you, “Ah, she rises again. You regrettin’ anything yet?” You blinked and rubbed your eyes, scratching a little bit of paint off of your face and inquiring in a scratchy, tired tone, “I guess so… but- how? You, how?” Phil took off his guitar and stood up with his hands in his pockets, “Because I barely drank at all last night, and I also sure as hell didn’t shag Steve in someone else’s bed!” “How do you mean- I didn’t- wait- and Steve- what?” you rubbed your head, getting dizzy, causing Phil to guide you to the couch. “I didn’t- I didn’t shag Steve last night,” you insisted. “Mm hmm,” the guitarist hummed disapprovingly, “Alright.” “What the hell are you on about?” Phil smirked evilly and laughed, “He carried you upstairs, we heard the door close, and then some rather happy noises were heard, so we all just assumed-!” “That’s not-” you swallowed and lay your head back on the couch, “-a valid assumption.” “Oh, you poor thing,” came the sarcastic remark, “You really don’t remember, do you?” “Well I figured if I ever fucked any one of you I would- you know- remember it!” you raised your voice at him, then rubbed your temples. “I’m touched, really. But I’ll fill you in a bit,” Phil yanked up his guitar he’d put down, placed himself next to you, and played the into to “Ballroom Blitz”. Then a bit of the night came back to you. “Oh... that’s what started it all, didn’t it?”

~The night before~ Rick began banging out a tune on his drum kit in the house with you, Sav, and Steve sitting close by, them being at the ready with their guitars. “You ready, Steve?” you mimicked the original lyrics. “Uh-huh,” he replied exactly like Steve Priest in the original song. “Savy?” you said next. “Yeah,” Sav bopped his head to the beat. “Rick?” “Okay.” “Alright, fellas,” you called out, “Let’s go!” The two guitarists let their instruments ring out around the house, playing the all-too-familar tune. As soon as they started this, the front door opened, and none other than Phil and Joe walked in. Joe was holding a bag that was weighed down by the mass inside it (a painfully obvious sign that there were a few bottles of booze). Although the two of them weren’t talking, they were physically hushed upon hearing the situation you and the others had created. “Oh life’s been getting so hard, living with the things you do to me…” you sang lowly and quietly along with the music being made, just to make sure the musicians knew their places. You noticed Phil run out of the room in excitement, and into the one where he keeps his guitars. Joe, on the other hand, stayed put and watched the rest of you from afar, fighting a smile. “My dreams are getting so strange, I’d like to tell you everything I see…” You stood up, and Joe began walking towards you when you called out the next line of the song, “Oh- I see a man in the back, as a matter of fact, his eyes are as red as a sun!” Joe chimed in without warning at the next line, putting an arm on your shoulder and pointing at you, “And the girl in the corner, let no one ignore her, ‘cos she thinks she’s the passionate one!” *** “It’s, it’s a ballroom blitz, it's, it's a ballroom blitz,” Phil sang the ending teasingly to you when he put his guitar back. It felt like he was rubbing his energy in your face (since you lacked it). Before Phil could continue, Joe suddenly appeared in the doorway. “Yeah! It’s a ballroom blitz!” he announced, throwing his arms into the air and taking a bow. He sounded a bit tipsy still. Joe was wearing his Union Jack shorts, but no shirt. Instead of a shirt, though, he had the words “PROPERTY OF DEF LEPPARD” sloppily painted across his chest in blue and green paint. Right over his nipples there were also two handprints, almost exactly matching the ones on your face. Joe stumbled in the doorway, falling to his knees and groaning in discomfort, “Ohh... probably should’ve stayed in bed.” Phil sluggishly trekked over to the singer and pulled him partially to his feet, yanking him towards the couch, “Oh yeah? And by ‘bed’, you mean-?” “Definitely not the bathtub.” Joe assured him, but winked at you. “No matter where you slept, it’s still not as bad as where she slept,” Phil pointed at you, “And what she did there.” “Why? What’d you do?” Joe’s tipsiness wore away in his sentence, making him sound genuinely concerned and curious. You rolled your eyes, knowing exactly what Phil was going to say, “Phil, I-” “It’s not what she did, it’s who she did- she shagged Steve in my bed!” the guitarist accused you again while pointing a finger. Immediately Joe exclaimed, “Nice!” and held up a hand to high-five you. “Joe!” you scolded him, surprised that he took this as good news. “Oh-uh, not… nice?” he took away the offer of a high-five and scratched the back of his head awkwardly instead, “Also, is that my shirt?” You took a look down at the Union Jack tank top you were wearing and back at Joe’s torso. Then something clicked in your head. “Ohh…” you continued staring at Joe’s chest, feeling yourself blush as old memories unraveled in your head, “I think... I think I remember something else that happened last night.” *** You were all drunk; it was no lie. After your quick jam session, there was a booze-filled music fest going on in the house. Joe had even put on his Union Jack outfit, pretending he was getting ready for a show. At one particular point of this “festival” you'd all created, records were being played, and you ended up dancing in front of Joe to REO Speedwagon’s “Take It On the Run”. “You’re bringing up your white lines, you’re pullin’ on a bedroom eyes, you say you’re going home, but I won’t say when,” you sang the wrong lyrics as you swayed and drunkingly made flirty faces at Joe on the couch. Sav, meanwhile, was playing with some old craft paint off in the corner. The blue and green substances were all over his hands (but somehow, one color managed to stay on each hand). “Yeah, you dance for him, Y/N!” Rick cheered you on from the kitchen as Steve and Phil sat on the couch. Phil was perfectly sober, and Steve was giggling and laying with his head on Phil’s lap. You, on the other hand, were now moving closer to the singer, almost like you were giving him a lap dance. “You take it on the run, baby,” you sang along, slowly taking Joe’s Union Jack tank top off of him (with no objections from below), “If that’s the way you wanna, baby...” In return to Joe being shirtless, you slowly took off your own shirt (triggering wolf-whistles and cheers from the guys) to replace it with Joe’s tank. “Sav, mark him up!” you ordered the painted bassist in the corner as you tried to dress yourself. He happily made his way over to you and questioned, “What should I mark him with?” A single hazy idea came to you, and you eagerly whispered it into Sav’s ear. He giggled in response, and proceeded to move over to Joe, drawing something on his chest in the paint. To keep Joe from looking at what it was, you went behind the chair and covered his eyes, ordering coyly, “No peeking!” “All done!” Sav announced and retreated back to whatever he was doing in the corner. “Now, wait, Sav!” you sped over to him, lifted his hands up, and double high-fived him, getting the paint on your hands as well. To finish off what Sav had started, you ran back over to Joe on the chair, and slapped your hands on his chest, right over his nipples. Laughter erupted from everyone in the room (including Joe) and you repeated Sav’s words. “All done!” Joe gazed down at the words “PROPERTY OF DEF LEPPARD” on his chest as you continued to dance to the song playing. “You’re mine, now! You take it on the run, baby... if that’s the way you want it, baby...” Joe tried to tell you in a sexy voice, “Am I your baby now?” “If that’s the way you want it baby,” you repeated the words from the song to him, “Now I’m done dancing for you! Somebody dance for me!” Steve began pointing at everyone individually, childishly suggesting, “It should be, eenie, meenie, miney, Phil!” “Why me?” Phil laughed in objection as you took a seat across the room. “Because you’re not wasted,” his terror twin argued, poking him on the nose. The sober guitarist looked over at you with happy anticipation, awaiting a comment, while all you did was wiggle your fingers at him with a goofy grin. After that, you returned the gesture to the man on his lap, giving Steve a sexy wink. *** “Oh my god...” you put your head in your hands shamefully as Phil and Joe giggled at the memory of the previous night, “I can’t believe I did all that...” “That was a treat!” Phil laughed, hugging you from the side and pulling you closer to him in consolation, “It was funny! We never get to see that side of you!” “There’s a certain reason why you don’t...” you moaned with embarrassment, then asked out of guilty curiosity, “How many times did I grab your ass during that lap dance...?" Phil thought for a bit before telling you, “Four. Well- four and a half...” You gave a loud groan of protest as Joe laughed and slumped back into the couch. “Oh, you only did those things because you weren’t thinking!” Phil consoled you, swayed back and forth with you in his arms. Joe chimed in, “Yeah, and see what happens when you don’t think? You do! Most importantly, you do Steve!” “I didn't do Steve!” you shot your head up and yelled at Joe. You received only laughs and snorts from both men in reply. Suddenly, Sav appeared on the staircase and began singing “Squeeze Box” by The Who with a tired yet cheeky smirk, “Mama’s got a squeeze box she wears on her chest, and when Stephen comes home, he never gets no rest-” Joe and Phil joined into his song with, “Cos' she’s playin’ all night, and the music’s alright! Mama’s got a squeeze box, Stephen never sleeps at night!” You just put your head back in your hands, trying not to accept your fate of being teased. You didn’t want to think that you possibly shagged Steve. He always seemed so innocent to you in a way, and you feared that this would kill your friendship. If everything the boys said was true, you would never hear the end of it, and you don’t even know what Steve would think of you from now on. Was it possible that he remembered anything about the night before? “It didn’t happen, it didn’t happen...” you repeated to yourself in a whisper as Phil unwrapped his arms from you. Sav came all the way down the stairs; his body language making him look grumpy with the world, but his tired grin signaling that he was pleased with seeing you. “Oh, it happened, sunshine!” the frizzy-haired bassist laughed, but quickly regretted it and rubbed his head with his still-painted hands, “Ah- yep, it happened. You could probably hear you two up the whole damn street.” As Sav wearily joined you all on the couch, Joe complained, “Sounds like that was a treat; I wish I remembered it!” Phil was caught off guard at the comment. His head turned to Joe in the blink of an eye and gasped, “Wait, you don’t remember hearing them?!” “I wish I could say I do, but there’s nothing there,” Joe stood up after he spoke, and quickly held onto the wall nearby. His hand went over his stomach as he whined, “Oh... fuck, Y/N, why did you make me race you last night?" “'Race me'?” you squinted as you inquired, “Race you with what?” Joe didn’t answer, but slowly took steps into the kitchen, using the wall as his guide. His answer came when you, Sav, and Phil all heard him throw up into the sink. You sighed, resting your hands over your eyes, trying to remember the cause of Joe’s sickness, “Oh no, was that really my idea?” *** “Look what I found!” you trotted into the room tipsily, holding two bottles; one of scotch, one of vodka, “Only half full! Who wants em?” While you weren’t full-on drunk, it was no secret that the title wasn’t that far away. After your little Ballroom Blitz, it was one beer after the next, then it was digging into the fancy liquors that Phil and Joe had just brought home. Your judgment was impaired, no doubt about it, and so was the judgment of all the guys. Joe even changed into his normal live-show-only Union Jack tank top, claiming that he was gonna "put on a show." The only one who was still sane and sober was Phil, who seemed to be staying away from your poison. Upon registering your sacred offer of alcohol, Rick ran forward, chanting, “Me! Me!” You lifted the bottles away from him, commanding, “Uh-uh! I get the scotch.” “Oh, bollocks, then you can keep the vodka,” the young drummer grumbled and turned away from you. Just as Rick rejected your offering, Joe sprung up and eagerly trotted over while shouting happily, “I’ll take it!” “Sold!” you handed the bottle over to him, “Betcha can’t finish before me!” “Betcha I can!” he sneered back before taking the cap off his bottle. There was no official “ready, set, go” for the race; you both just kind of went for it without any saying. While your throat and stomach were already protesting your actions (and you could almost sense that Joe’s were doing the same), you didn’t stop once; neither of you did. You held up your bottle and announced, “Done!” Looking over, you saw Joe was also finished. “I finished first!” “Nuh-uh!” you insisted, “It had to be me! Tell him, guys!” The four others hadn’t been paying attention to you and Joe’s little competition; they were instead focused on a box that Sav had pulled out from a cupboard. From the box they pulled out bottles of paint and various types of used makeup.

Joe scolded them all in a more sober manner, “Oh come on, you lot weren’t even watching!” “Yeah, yeah, it was probably a tie, anyways,” Rick chuckled, pulling out more items from the box. “This box is much more interesting, too," Phil protested, holding up a stick of lipstick as Sav held up two bottles of paint, "This is a box of makeup that I had for me and the lads in Girl! Just look at it all! Think we can have some fun with this?" "Oh, piss off," you threw the empty bottle onto the couch, "We need some music." Joe had slumped down onto a chair, and you stumbled your way over to the shelf with all the records on it, flipping through and eyeing them all as carefully as your body would let you. After only a few seconds of searching, your eyes lit up at a discovery. "Here's a good one!" you exclaimed as you pulled out a copy of Hi Infidelityby REO Speedwagon, "Let's give it a spin!" ***

Joe wandered back into the room and fell onto the empty couch with a grumble. “Sorry, Joe...” you muttered over to him, realizing that you pressured him into more consumption of the booze. “It was probably gonna happen anyway...” he admitted, wiping his hands over his face, “It’s was my stupid choice to go through with it.” “Woah,” Phil pointed out out of nowhere, looking at you with great surprise, “What’s that on your neck?” You felt your heart drop into your stomach. “What!?” you shot up from where you sat (bringing on more dizziness), and rushed over to a mirror. Once your dizziness subsided, and you could finally see your reflection, the pink shape of a hickey on the side of your neck was now clearly conspicuous. You wondered how you hadn't noticed it before. Joe exclaimed with a smug and proud grin, “Is that from Steve!?” You groaned angrily, feeling yourself become more and more defeated. “I can’t believe it,” you gasped, slapping a hand over the mark, “Something did happen between us-!” “Y/N,” Phil pointed out again, “There’s lipstick on your thigh...” Looking down at your legs, you saw that he was right. There was a single red symbol on your right thigh that marked a kiss from the night before. Upon seeing this, what you saw when you woke up popped into your head. “Looks like Steve went to town down there,” Sav smirked at you, only wanting to rub it in more. “Guys,” you softly noted, “That wasn’t Steve... he has lipstick marks all over his face from someone else...” The three men all exchanged confused looks with each other. There was a dead end to the story of the previous night. None of them knew how to solve the mystery of the lipstick. Not even Phil, who was as good as sober 12 hours ago, didn’t have any input. Sav suddenly blurted out, “Wait a minute, I know what happened- I think...” No one said anything, but eagerly leaned forward, ready to hear the tale the bassist had to tell. “You lot remember how we found that box of old makeup last night?” he began, “Well, I walked into the bathroom with you afterwards, Y/N...” *** Rick looked at himself in the mirror in the bathroom, carefully applying the makeup to his lips, and being extra careful to not get it on the blazer he was wearing. The drummer put on his best suit just to see how it would look with the makeup he was putting on. He thought he was doing a good job for the most part; he didn’t look half bad at all! It was far easier than he expected it to be, and wondered if he was good enough to help you with your makeup at times. Thinking of you seemed to have made you appear in the doorway next to him. Both of your hands were still covered in paint. “Sink,” was all you commanded of the drummer. He moved without a word and you began to wash your hands. At the same instant, Sav appeared nearby. He grabbed the doorframe and began to swing from it, leaving conspicuous handprints afterwards. “Aren’t you gonna wash up, too?” Rick crossed his arms to sass him. “Nah, I want the colors, they’re makin’ me feel- colorful...” Sav grinned, walking over to you at the sink, requesting, “C’mere.” You looked up, only to have your face taken in Sav’s paint-covered hands. He softly giggled as you squared your vision in on him with a sneer. “Rude,” you teased, then went back to washing your hands; paint now all over your face. “What’s really rude,” Rick pulled back the shower curtain and taking a step into the tub, “Is you two interrupting my makeup time! Good night!” He sat himself down in the tub and laid himself down as if he was going to sleep.

Before he had the chance to catch some shut-eye, you marched over to the tub and objected, “Rick, if you’re gonna sleep, I want a goodnight kiss first.” Without another word, Rick sat up and planted a kiss on your thigh (since it was closest to him). There was now a bright red imprint of his lips on your leg. “Thank you.” you smiled down at him, “Now goodnight.” “Don’t leave the water on, you hear?” Sav nagged him, pointing a colored finger, “You’ll drown." Rick chuckled with his eyes closed, “I’ll drink myself out. I'm in a drinkin mood, anyways." “Oh yeah? You haven’t got a straw or anything,” the intoxicated bassist continued to argue with him. “Then don’t let me drown! Get one!" “I’ll get you one later. I’ll just-“ Sav burped, and continued, “I’ll write a note or something.” “Sounds good, mate,” Rick slumped further into the tub and pulled the curtain closed, “Now you gonna stay here all night?” “Actually,” you noted out loud to yourself, different alcoholic emotions boiling up inside you, “I wanna go downstairs- I just need to see Steve- like right now...!" You turned on your heels, speeding past Sav and flying back down the stairs. *** “So that explains the paint on my face, and the paper in the hallway, and the lipstick, but what happened after that?” you asked Sav, as you were now slumped on top of Phil’s arm again. “Beats me,” Sav ran his still-painted hands through his hair, “That’s all I’ve got.” “But wait, if you said that Rick fell asleep in the bathtub...” Phil began his sentence, only for you and the other two men to exchange knowing looks with each other. All four of you immediately sprung up and rushed (as much as you could) up the stairs and into the bathroom. Upon getting there, Phil flung back the shower curtain to reveal a partially awake Rick, dressed in a suit, and still wearing the lipstick from the night before. “Mornin’,” he groaned as he stretched, then winced, “Ah, fuck- sleeping in here wasn’t the best idea for me neck.” Sav looked back at the paint on the doorframe and asked the drummer, “So then why did you sleep in here?” “Oh,” Rick looked around the tub, stating as-a-matter-of-factly, “The porcelain keeps the suit from wrinkling. I guess drunk me was very careful last night.” “I’ll say,” Joe complemented, “The lipstick’s still holding up pretty well.” Phil halted the conversation, “Wait, so you were in here when I went to the bathroom in the middle of the night?” Rick chuckled, “Yeah, and let me tell you, for a smaller guy, you’ve got a big bladder.” “Wait,” you slowly turned and pointed at Joe, “I thought you said you slept in the bathtub-?” He gave you a cocky smirk in return, “I told you, ‘definitely not the bathtub’...” Rick sleepily laughed and pointed at you, “Ha- Y/N, you look like Joe!” “Why, just because of the shirt?” you inquired, pointing at Joe’s tank top on you. “And the paint!” Rick corrected you, “I can’t believe you guys didn’t wash it off yet!” In a second, you felt a rush of worry upon realizing that Rick hadn’t said anything about you and Steve yet. It made you suddenly come to the possible conclusion that he may not know about it all. “Wait,” Phil snapped his fingers, “So you do remember some stuff from last night?” “Yeah, a bit, I think. Why?” “Philip Kenneth Collen, don’t you fucking dare....” you growled at him in an almost pleading manner, rubbing your temples and grinding your teeth. “What do you remember?” Phil asked him, not giving any sort of reaction to your begging. Rick thought for a few seconds, clearly as hungover as the rest of you. It didn’t take him long to list off some brief happenings he recalled. “Well, I remember us singing Sweet, there was a lap dance, I remember- uh, being denied a bottle of scotch, there was, uh... there was lipstick... and did I try to ice-skate on pieces of cardboard down the hall...?” “Is that why there’s cardboard all down the hallway?” you motioned towards the door. Rick gave you a big proud smile and a nod in response. “So...” Joe looked around, definitely looking eager, “What’s the last thing you remember before falling asleep?” Rick rested his head back on the tub again, thinking as hard as his hungover mind would let him. You hoped to every god there was that he didn’t say anything about Steve. “Just Phil comin’ in here and having a long piss, that’s all.” came the verdict. “You sure you didn’t hear-“ Phil anxiously began to ask him, but got a hand slapped over his mouth by you. “No!” you yelled on impulse, sending more daggers through your burned-out head. All eyes were now on you, and silence fell. For a few tense seconds, you stared into Phil’s eyes, sending him visual messages of both threats and desperate requests. “...what the hell happened last night?” Rick broke the silence in a tone of utter confusion, knowing that something more serious than what he remembered had taken place. You pulled your hand back from Phil’s face, “Yuck, Phil, come on!” “You licked her hand, didn’t you?” asked Sav. “Yes,” Phil confirmed, and continued without missing a beat, “And I’m glad you asked that, Rick, cos' I know what happened after Y/N and Sav paid you a visit last night.” “Phil, if you love me in any way, shape, or form, you will not tell Rick what happened,” you begged to him as you began to walk out the bathroom door, heading back downstairs to wallow in more of your shameful hangover, “I refuse to believe it happened until there’s hard proof.” “Well what more proof do you want? A positive pregnancy test?” Phil shrugged, but suddenly slapped his own hand over his mouth, realizing what he’d just said. You shot him an angry look. You were too tired to have it out with him, so you stumbled away. Right about now, you were ready to give up and accept the fact that you probably did shag Steve. Phil turned to Rick, gaping, and slowly began to speak again, "Right... so last night, after those two were in here, I think that’s when they came back downstairs..." *** "So why are you tying up my hair again?" a drunk Steve asked Phil, who was happily putting his hair into pigtails. "Because I knew you’d look pretty, and I knew you wouldn't object, either," the other guitarist laughed evilly as he finished tying the second bundle of golden locks together, "There, you're all done now." "Cool... I think," Steve tilted his head, staring at himself in the mirror on the wall as footsteps began pounding their way down the stairs. "I think you look pretty, Steve. Pretty, pretty, pretty," Joe giggled as he was flipped off by the pig-tailed guitarist. As this happened, you trampled the stairs in your descent, calling out, “Steve- Steve! Come here!” More than happy to be ripped away from Phil’s pigtailed plans, he let you run up to him as you belted out, “I’ve got an idea...!” He didn’t say anything, but he did let you whisper something in his ear. The second he heard your idea, his eyes lit up and an evil smirk crossed his face. Steve was always in the mood for causing terror. You pulled back and exchanged the same look of understanding with the guitarist. He stared at you with a sort of appreciation, and without another word, swept you off your feet, carrying you bridal style now. With a quick smooch to your lips, he began carrying you up the stairs as you giggled with some sort of glee. Phil’s jaw dropped, looking at Joe with astonishment in the process. The singer’s face mirrored the exact same expression. “I should’ve bloody known...” Phil gasped in astonishment, “She’s been eyeing him up real funny all night... I can’t fucking believe it!” Sav came down the stairs slowly, his life depending on the railing as he dragged his hand on it. He left a long streak of blue paint as he did so. “What’s gotten into their pants?” “Each other, apparently,” Joe scoffed, taking a sip of a beer he found, “Lord knows how the hell that happened.” *** You were all sitting back on the couches in the living room, all seemingly regretting the night before (you knew you most certainly were). Everyone knew that the end of Phil’s story was the true ending of the night. Now there was really a dead end to the whole tale. “I can’t believe it,” you whispered with sorrowful acceptance, “Me and Steve...? What happened next?” Joe scoffed, “Well that’s kind of a stupid question.” “That’s where it ends, Y/N. I went up to bed afterwards, only to hear-“ Phil cleared his throat to impersonate you and Steve, “‘Oh, Steve! Yes!’ coming from my room! So after an immense helping of disapproval, I slept in Rick’s room.” “No, no, that can’t be it!” you insisted, “Guys, what really happened next?” “Can’t say,” Joe mumbled, holding his head. “Sorry, mate,” Rick apologized. Sav remained silent, but looked apologetic. “That can’t be where it ends...!” you persisted, “Sav? Tell me I’m right!” Sav rolled in his lips, and darted his eyes away from you. You continued to stare at him suspiciously, but no one else thought anything of it. Phil tried to finalize your fate sympathetically, “Give it up, Y/N, at least it’s all over now.” “But it still happened! What am I gonna say to Steve when he wakes up? You know what- no. It didn’t happen, I refuse to believe that it did.” “How much more proof do you want?” Rick shrugged, pointing at Phil and Sav, trying to make you face the terrible truth, “They both heard ya, and Steve even gave you a hickey.” You hung your head, thinking you might just decide to cry out of shame. Yes, you loved Steve, just as you loved anyone else in the band, but you never had (or planned to have) any sort of sexual relationship with them. Even if you ever did, you were afraid it would ruin everything your friendship had stood for. “Sav, what’s wrong, mate?” Joe asked out of the blue. The bassist in question was still avoiding the conversation, staying eerily silent and weaving his hands together. At this point, you noticed that he was also blushing. “That wasn’t Steve.” he stated bluntly, still not looking at you. “What wasn’t Steve?” you asked as you stared at him dead on, your heart now pounding. “That hickey... that wasn’t Steve,” he paused, “That was me.” Immediately you gasped and slapped a hand over the mark on your neck. “What?!” the other three exclaimed. Joe and Rick immediately hissed at the searing pain their outbursts caused. “Sav, what the hell?!” you scolded him, finally happy that you weren’t the only one being called out for their mistakes. “Now before you say anything else,” he finally looked at you and held up a hand, “It was your idea.” Your face fell, softly asking him, “What do you mean?” “Well, after you and Steve-you know- and only Joe and I were downstairs, you actually came back down, too- wipe that smug look off your face, Joe. You’re not entirely innocent here, either.” *** You stumbled down the stairs, giggling to yourself. Your mission was now accomplished, and Steve was asleep upstairs. In a word, you were pleased. In two words, you were still drunk. Records were still being played when you returned to the living room, and Joe currently had his copy of Sheer Heart Attack on the turntable. “She Makes Me (Stormtrooper In Stilettos)”flowed softly from its speakers. “There’s our killer queen!” Joe cooed to you happily. He was now sprawled out on the couch, two empty beer bottles on the floor beside him. Sav wasn’t too far off. The paints on his hands were now dry, and he was reclined in a chair across the room, twiddling a bottle in his hand. They both looked ready for bed, and it made you wonder how they held out for this long. The singer slurred on with an interested smirk, “You two have fun?" Sav spoke up with a scoff-like laugh, “Sure sounded like it!" “Oh, you know it,” you gave them a wink, setting yourself down on the couch next to Joe, “Guess Phil finally ditched, huh?” “Yeah, the wanker went to bed- but you’ve lost your pants!” he gestured to your black underwear, made room for you to lay down with him, and took you in his arms like a teddy bear with a sigh of appeasement. You reached back and playfully poked at Joe’s dimple, “Steve's fault." “Well, that’s no good,” Sav objected, pushing the footrest of the chair in and returning to a sitting position. “What isn’t?” Joe asked him, "Steve gettin' into it with her?" “No, that cuddlin' you're doing- it’s boring. You stay like that, you’ll fall asleep on me!” He was certainly right about this. With you in Joe’s arms and his face nuzzling into your hair like some sort of animal, he was already falling asleep. “What do you want us to do?” you chuckled, thinking that Sav was only jealous of his friend. Joe mumbled happily into your hair, “How 'bout you just do me like Steve, and we’ll be good.” At this point, you noticed the feeling of something pressing lightly against the bottom of your back; a certain weight where Joe’s hips were, and a weight that wasn’t there at first. “Joe,” you whined at him, “You’re fucking gross.” He chuckled, then slowly moved his hips to lightly rub himself against you, a low quiet moan rising in his throat from the temporary pleasure it provided. “Ah- Joe!” you protested again, reaching back and hitting him as best as you could. You wiggled out of his embrace as he burst into giggles like he had just accomplished something. Sav, on the other hand, cringed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’re even hornier than when you’re sober!” you grabbed a pillow and whacked Joe with it. “You’re one to talk! You just shagged Steve!” he smirked evilly, "Why not me?" “Ha! The only way I’ll do you is by some miracle, or at least a dare,” you threw yourself onto the other couch, picking up a nearly empty beer bottle and pouring whatever was left into your mouth. Sav’s eyes finally lit up, “That’s what we oughta do- truth or dare!” “Ooh, sounds like terrible fun,” you turned yourself so you were sitting upside-down on the couch, “Sav, truth or dare?” “How come he gets to go first?” asked Joe, “I wanna get down to business!” “Dare,” Sav declared, ignoring the singer’s objections. Immediately, your intoxicated mind thought of a scheme. Despite the plan you and Steve had executed ever so perfectly, you were still a child seeking more terror. You knew Joe wanted you, and it was no secret either, so how exactly would you use Sav to reign terror over him? You wanted something to rub in Joe’s face- something that would leave a mark on him. “I dare you to-" you clumsily pointed to your neck, "Gimme a hickey.” Joe's jaw dropped with offense and jealousy; exactly as you had expected. Sav began to laugh rather loudly at the request, and stood up, now understanding your true intention of making Joe jealous. “C’mere,” he motioned with his hand. More than happy to obey the command, you strutted over to him and paused, waiting for him to make the first move. He took a step so your bodies were practically pressing together, moved your hair out of the way on your neck, and dove right in. You smiled with glee, taking in the feeling of Sav’s mouth and tongue moving over your skin (as well as Joe’s groans of protest coming from a few feet away). As the bassist sucked on your neck without hesitation, it only made you think of one thing: “Wow, there’s definitely gonna be a mark after this.” *** Rick and Phil were staring at Sav with their mouths open in shock. You kept a hand over the mark he left on your neck to prevent everyone from looking any more than they already had. “So, wait, if it was you who gave me this, why didn’t you say anything before when we said it was Steve?” you asked Sav, more suspicious than outraged now. “I- ah, didn’t... wanna say anything...” he looked away, beginning to blush again, “I guess I was too embarrassed." “I think the only person who should be embarrassed is you, Joe,” Rick turned his attention back to the singer, “You fuckin dry humped her!” Joe exclaimed in his own defense, “Yeah, and I don’t even remember it! It’s not my fault- I was drunk and horny!” “See! Just like me and Steve! I don’t remember shagging him, either! So I guess we’re even.” “Even Stephen,” Phil scoffed. You slumped into the couch more, staring blankly ahead and realizing, “So I pretty much got to second base with all of you last night...?” “I think you made it all the way home with Steve,” Rick pointed out. “Thanks, Rick,” you kept your head hung, “I feel like a slut.” “You mean you’re not?” Phil joked, only to be hit in the arm by Sav.

Just then, you all heard the sound of movement upstairs. Your heart stopped and your blood ran cold; Steve was awake now. Everyone's jaws hit the floor, and for a second, you thought they were all afraid of what you were fearing. "He's awake..." Rick announced in a sing-song voice, teasing you. “Oh no...” you gasped quietly, “Oh no, oh no! Oh god, what am I gonna do? What am I gonna say to him?!” “Hate to break it to ya, but this isn’t necessarily our problem!” Joe shrugged in a panic, hearing Steve’s footsteps get closer. “But guys! You’ve gotta help me! You’re his best friends! What should I say to him?!” “Just act like it didn’t happen! Maybe he doesn’t remember-?” Sav proposed. Rick suggested, “Just straight up ask him if he remembers anything!” “Just get out of here!” Phil made a swatting motion towards the other room. “None of those are gonna do me any good! It still happened!” you yelled at them in a whisper, “I have to live that with that fact, even if neither of us have any memory of it to live with!” It was too late for any salvation; Steve was already at the top of the stairs. The band members held their breath, and- without words or warning- all scrambled out of the living room. “No!” you whispered, “Guys- wait!” You caught Rick by the wrist when he stood up. “Rick, c’mon, please don’t leave me here!” you begged. He yanked out of your grip and apologetically condemned you, “Sorry, Y/N, but this is your business.” As the four of them retreated, you tried to bolt after them. As soon as you hit the doorway, however, Phil turned around and pushed you back on the couch nearby as slowly as he could. It was so sudden that you were on your back before you knew it, and they were all gone. “Hey!” you called out after them, “Assholes!” Steve’s voice suddenly came to your ears (rather closely, too), “What’s their problem?” You jumped, “Ah- Steve!” He had a silent step, and made it down the stairs and across the room without making a sound. He also looked just as he did a little while ago when you first woke up; scraggly hair, lipstick stains all over his face, but no visible evidence of a hangover. “Hey, wow,” you forced an awkward chuckle at him, “Nice- uh, nice- lipstick...” Steve slumped down onto a chair and grumbled, “Thanks. Who even did this to me? Doesn’t look like it was you.” “That was, that was Rick- I’m assuming... I don’t remember that happening and I don’t think he does, either. He’s still got the lipstick on, too.” He played off the remark with a tired smile, “Oh, nice... last night really was something, wasn’t it?” Heat rushed to your face, and you tried to look away without being conspicuous. “Ha ha... yeah... really something!” you faked your amusement for him, now wondering if he was implying anything about the previous night. Steve leaned forward and asked, “Do you remember Sav and the paint? That was pretty funny, wasn’t it?” Still blushing, you darted your eyes around the room and nodded in agreement, “Mm hmm, yeah... he was like a toddler or something.” He sunk back into the chair again and closed his eyes, reminiscing about the events of the previous night. For a second you thought you were in the clear, and that maybe he didn’t remember the specific event that Phil and Sav did.

That illusion was shattered when his eyes snapped open, whispering “Wait a minute”, and sitting back up. Immediately, your heart dropped into your stomach.

“How did our plan go?” he questioned quietly, figuring that the others were still somewhere nearby and listening. “P-plan?” you stuttered, partially afraid of what he meant, but partially caught off guard, “What plan?” “You know-” he whispered again, thinking you remembered, “It was your idea. Did they believe it? We were convincing enough?" You darted your eyes down to the floor, confused, but also embarrassed. 'Convincing'? What did that mean? "Oh come on, don’t tell me you don’t remember!” he smiled playfully. As you stared at him with fearful confusion in your eyes and redness on your cheeks, his smile was suddenly wiped away. He muttered under his breath as his face fell, "Oh... you don't remember... bloody hell, okay, this is gonna be hard to explain..." "Then explain it, because I'm really fucking confused..." your voice wavered with a sarcastic chuckle. Steve sighed and leaned forward, slowly weaving his hands together. He didn't know where to begin. "This is one of the few things I remember from last night..." he started off, "And there's no way to make this sound... good... in any way, but you came up with the idea of us pretending to shag- like making noises and shit like that- to trick the others into thinking we really did. For some reason I thought it was a great idea, and I'm pretty sure I carried you upstairs, too.” Instantly, a huge weight was lifted off your shoulders. It wasn't real; you didn't shag Steve, and he could even tell the guys himself! You blew out a big sigh of relief, and slumped back into the couch, closing your eyes. "Oh, god," you slowly panted, "What a huge relief- I suppose we were really convincing, then." "Why d'you say that?" You laughed tiredly, now feeling rather thankful for your raging hangover, "The guys are all convinced that we fucked last night. Only Phil and Sav seem to remember it, though. They've been hounding me about it all morning. I kept telling them it couldn't be true- and I was right!" "What, would it be so bad if we actually did?" he teased you in a hushed voice. "Well, I've had to live my day so far under the impression it did happen. I was teased, ridiculed, embarrassed, and felt guilty about it. I was afraid it'd ruin our friendship if it was true... I was kinda hoping you didn't remember so we could just forget..." The red in your face returned all over again. Steve, however, didn't seem bothered. "If you really want to, we can keep pretending it happened and steer into the act; give em' what they want." "What? No!" you laughed out loud, standing up, "You're crazy, Clark! I think I better go tell the others the bad news. They'll be disappointed-ha!" You walked across the room to go find the others and disclose unto them the "bad news", giving Steve a pat on the shoulder when you passed him. Once you were gone and out of sight, Steve also blew out a big sigh of relief. "She didn't remember anything," he thought to himself, "That was a close one." While he knew you two didn't go all the way the previous night, he figured if you didn't remember it, then it was for the best you didn't find out. It was nothing serious; just a bit of fooling around, really. Just a bit of drunked-up teasing, and nothing more. The guys had no proof that anything actually happened between you two, and you were about to tell them the partial truth anyway, so why say something to reignite the suspicion? After all, they were all hungover to begin with, so there wasn't much memory of the whole affair, either. "Thank god for these hangovers,"Steve thought, "Thank god. I couldnt've asked for anything more." ~Epilogue~ When you got to the top of the stairs, Steve put you on your feet and spun you around. "You ready?" he whispered, childish excitement in his voice. You nodded with equal excitement, "Take me away, Clark." The two of you began eagerly walking hand-in-hand to whatever room you pleased, but before either of you had the chance to pick one, the bathroom door opened, Rick popped his head out and commanded, "Stop right there!" Both you and Steve froze and looked at him. He still had his lipstick and his suit on, and a kind of serious look overtaking his face. A finger was kept in a pointing position at you, a few large pieces of cardboard were underneath his other arm, and he slowly took steps down the hall to meet you. Neither of you moved, but both of you waited. When Rick got to you, he didn't say a word, but did take Steve's face in his hands (dropping the cardboard in the process), and proceeded to the kiss the man all over his face.

Steve remained silent, and let Rick have his way until he decided to stop. When he did, there were several lipstick stains on various parts of the blonde's face.

"Thanks, mate," Steve muttered sarcastically as Rick kicked some of the cardboard pieces in different directions. He then stepped on two of them, trying to slide down the hall on them as if they were ice skates. When he got back to the bathroom, he went back inside and shut the door again.

Without another word, you turned Steve's face toward you, gave him a peck on the cheek as Rick had done, and kicked open the door behind you (which just so happened to be Phil's bedroom). You both fell back into the room, giggling with makeshift lust in your eyes.

After all, you had to make this authentic, right?

#def leppard #def leppard fanfic #def leppard x reader fanfic #def leppard x reader #steve clark #phil collen #rick savage #rick allen #joe elliott #original content #i'm still proud of this ngl #it was hard tying up the loose ends but i had a LOT of fun writing this throughout 2018

[fanfic-she-wrote]

Imagine being the reincarnation of Dracula's long lost love: Part 11

Part 1 Part 2

Van Helsing slowly returned to the village feeling utterly exhausted. Once he reached his room at the inn he slumped down on the bed, almost instantly falling asleep. When he awoke hours later it was nighttime. You and Dracula must be awake by now. He thought glancing at his watch. He lit a cigarette and paced back and forth in his room trying to come up with some way to stop you and Dracula from stealing the blood of others, but how? Killing you was out of the question.

Then a thought occured to him. What if he just left you and Dracula alone? No. Innocent people could die and there was no way he would be able to sleep at night with that thought haunting his mind.

He couldn't believe how much you changed. Killing that man didn't seem to bother you at all. Would you be like that with others? He wondered, putting out his cigarette and lighting a second one. Not only did the curse of the vampire effect you physically, but also mentally. He didn't think it would change you so drastically because deep down you were a good person. Maybe you could fight it...

Van Helsing paused for a moment looking out the window. The moon hung high in the sky casting a soft bright light over the mountains. Things seemed unusually calm, but yet his mind raced. He sat down at the edge of the bed and rested his head in his hands.

Why did it have to be you? Why couldn't he have died instead? If he had become a vampire would you have been able to release him from his curse? He wondered.

Suddenly, his train of thought was disrupted when he heard a faint knocking coming from his balcony window. He looked over at the window and saw a familar tall figure standing on the other side. He quickly put out his cigarette walked over to the window. He hesitated for a moment, his hand on the lock unsure whether he should open it or not. What if you needed help? He thought, unlocking the window and opening it.

"What do you want?" Van Helsing asked.

"Just to talk." Dracula answered. Van Helsing raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Uh, of course." He wasn't sure if he could trust him, but he was intrigued. He stepped aside and let the Count into his room.

"I'm surprised you just didn't let yourself in." Van Helsing said.

"You know very well that I can't." Dracula said, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"Ah! Of course. You have to be invited in first. How inconvient that must be for you." He remarked sarcastically.

Dracula rolled his eyes. "I did not come here to get insulted."

"What did you come here for then?" Lawrence asked, standing next to his bedside table where he had a cross hidden, ready to grab it at a moments notice.

"I wanted to talk to you about Y/N." He replied.

"Is she okay?" He asked, becoming worried.

"For now. You see, newly turned vampires have a harder time controlling their hunger." Dracula explained as his eyes roamed about room taking note of how pathetically simple it was, raising a brow in disapproval. "We both know that you will not allow either of us to feed off the blood of the living and I wont allow any harm to come to her."

"So Henry told you about this morning?"

Dracula nodded. "I'm very grateful that you didn't go through with it." He sneered. Van Helsing placed his hand on the drawer, expecting Dracula to strike at any second.

"So you've come here to kill me?" Van Helsing asked, apprehensively.

Dracula sighed. "If only." Lawrence titled his head in confusion. "If I killed you Y/N would never forgive me. I don't want to lose her Van Helsing." He told him.

"Are you suggesting a truce because that's out of the question."

"I came here to ask for your help." Dracula mumbled, becoming annoyed. Van Helsing couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was he dreaming?

"You're a doctor. You could get us blood. Then we wouldn't need to kill anymore." He said.

"Why not just feed off the blood of animals?" Lawrence asked.

"Human blood is preferable. While the blood tastes basically the same, it does not provide the right nutrients." Dracula answered.

Van Helsing thought about it for a moment.

"Of course if you don't want to, I will have to kill you then." Dracula stated.

"I thought you didn't want to risk losing Y/N?" Van Helsing asked.

"I don't, but I will have to take my chances." He told him, his eyes flashing red.

"No, no. I will do it. But I have your word that you won't kill anyone else?"

Dracula nodded.

"Good. I'll uh...give you a couple of vials to hold you over." Van Helsing said taking out his bag.

"I really do love her you know." Dracula said. Van Helsing glanced up at him. "I know that must be hard to believe, but it's true. I love her and I would do anything for her." He said, his voice sounding sincere. Van Helsing nodded, understanding. He filled up the last vial and handed it to Dracula.

"I head back to London tomorrow. I'll send you some more as soon as I can." He told the Count. "Thank you. I appreciate it." Dracula said, carefully putting them in his pocket.

He turned to leave the room when Van Helsing stopped him. "Take care of her."

"I will."

5 years later...

You and Dracula, along with Henry made the trek to London. Unable to remain in the castle ruins, you stayed at a manor house just outside of the city. You loved going on long walks through the streets of London at night hand in hand with your beloved Count. You attended parties dancing and drinking among England's most elite. But the nights you enjoyed most were the nights you spent at home in front of a warm fire in Dracula's arms, just enjoying the peace. As far as anyone could tell you were happy. Even Van Helsing, who had gotten married and had a son. You saw them once through their living room window as you passed by one night. He bounced his son up and down on his knee while his wife laughed in the back, her hands on his shoulders. She was very pretty you noted. She had light brown hair that she kept up in a bun and bright blue eyes. They looked perfect together. Finally, things had started to feel right for the first time.

Until, a series of brutal murders had suddenly taken place. All the victims killed the same way, with two bite marks on their neck and completely drained of blood. But it wasn't you or Dracula, there was another vampire in town...

#sorry for the short chapter #next part is the last chapter #who do you think the new vampire is #pls comment #im curious 😄 #dracula x reader #x reader #reader insert #hammer dracula #christopher lee

[skellebonez]

Spicynoodleshipping 20

I've been trying to write more stand alone fills and this gave me the best idea. It's a good thing neither of this boys are claustrophobic!

"You-you think about me?" "Well, yeah. 24/7."

MK wished he wasn't trapped in a cave right now. He wished he had asked Mokey King if it was possible to recall a staff when it falls into a void. The cave was dark and cold and only had a few holes for air and light and MK also wished it was also about, oh he doesn't know, maybe big enough to fit more than 2 and a half people. But that was not his luck.

But no, wishes aren't granted like that. Nope. Intead he was stuck in a small cave, caved in actually, that could fit 2 and a half people. He didn't have the confidence to try to break out in case it completely collapsed and crushed his non-invincible body the second time. And he was one of two people. The other one being a very sulky and (non-life threateingly) injured Red Son.

What a fantastic day this was turning out to be. At least the fire demon wasn't trying to cook him alive... or maybe that was because he couldn't, what with one of his arms broken. Or he was worried about losing oxygen. Or... the fact he hadn't seemed to have the same fight in him lately.

Speaking of which, the sudden jolt and the pained groan from his cave companion made MK pull his hands away, looking at his work with a "sorry". There wasn't much he could do, but Red Son's jacket had been ripped and destroyed in the cave in and he did his best to tie it around as a makeshift sling.

Red Son said nothing, nodding stiffly.

This was... awkward.

"So... Uuuuuh..." MK sat back down, trying to think of anything to pass time and hoping someone on HIS team found them before DBK and PIF. "You... doing ok lately?"

It took a while but eventually Red started to nod, then seemed to make a rumbling growly noise in his chest before covering his mouth with his good hand... and SCREAMING for a full five seconds into it before taking a deep breath and calmly answering. "Not really, no."

'What the fuuuuck???' was all MK's mind could give him in response at first.

"UH... O-ok, there Red, you uh..."

"It's your fault."

"... what?"

"I've been thinking about you," Red Son gave him what he assumed was a glower, but it was hard to tell. "I think about you a lot."

"You-you think about me?" MK sputtered, not sure if he should be scared or flattered or... Sclattered? Because the second sentence was... well, if he didn't know any better he'd say it sounded like Red was trying to be nice to him.

"Well, yeah. 24/7." Red winced as he tried to stretch and get more comfortable. "You're my nemesis. We see each other constantly... you saved my father."

Oh. OH. Ooooooh. That might explain the "not attacking with murderous intent" thing. "Oh. Is he, uh... o...k?" This was incredibly awkward. He was asking if the Demon Bull King, the powerful being his mentor locked away for 500 years for trying to take rule, was alright.

"He's... different," Red answered. "But yes. Better, actually. Mother and I have realized he had been under the thrall of that spirit since you defeated him the first time." He paused, making a point to kick MK's ankle softly. "I never said this then but... thank you."

"Oh. You're welcome." That came out easier than MK thought and after that they just went quiet. It was awkward but it wasn't a bad quiet. Almost relaxing, actually.

Until he heard a familar, a far too familar, woman's voice shout "DO NOT MOVE" and a large scared purple arm ripped through the crumbled rocks to allow a supernaturally strong wind whip them away. They were freed. They were safe.

At least Red Son was, considering it was his PARENTS that stood in front of them, odd looks on their faces when they saw the state of their son.

For a long moment no one moved, then DBK reached in to carefully scoop up Red Son (with no small amount of indignant mumbling from the fire demon) and looked at a frozen MK before snorting at him and just... walking away?

"Next time," he growled, and he gestured for Princess Iron Fan to follow him.

She didn't, at first, watching MK for another moment before bowing her head ever so slightly and turning to follow her family. The wind whipped around them and before MK could even consider asking what was even happening, they were gone.

... that was weird.

#DBK fam had a big discussion after WBS incident here #red son is in denial #they did not realize mk lost his staff #mk #red son #spicynoodleshipping #dbk #pif #demon bull fam #monkie kid #lego monkie kid #prompt fill #why yes i snuck in a purr

[frost-or-fire]

"I'll Be Good"

Part 2 - Dawn

The jingle of the bell signalled that, yet, another customer have came in and by the smell and irritating sound of voices, they were mundies.

Their tones were a bit too loud and cheery for a Tuesday morning, wearing smiles that seemed too fake.

Bigby tries to focus on drinking his black coffee, tries to pay attention to what Snow was telling him, but there were far too many sounds going on in The Mornin' Joe's Diner.

That or it was the fact that Bigby knew something wasn't right. His stomach twisted and churned with his inner Wolf itching and gnawing to get out.

"-The Witness I interviewed last night told me they heard something in the room next to--Bigby?"

The Sheriff blinked and looks back to Ms. Whites piercing blue eyes, seeming to have stared off for far too long.

"Hm?"

"Were you paying any attention? Or was the lack of sleep catching up to you?" She huffed, cutting up her hash browns with a small hint of aggression in the hand holding the knife.

He gave an exaggerated huff in return, "No, just being observant."

She rolls her eyes, taking a bite out of her breakfast before turning her attention to the manila folder. "Well, you can observe and multitask at the same time, right Mr. Wolf?"

Bigby gives an amused smile before going to cut his sunny side eggs. "Well, I'm done observing now so.." He gives a small gesture to her before taking a bite of said food.

"Right, so," She places her utensils down and pulled a paper that had a photo clipped to it. "As I was saying, the witness has explained to me that she have heard a commotion next door to her apartment..."

The noirette pulls the picture - that also had some bio on the witness - away from the perfectly typed essay-ed paper that had information from the brief interview. There was a sound of papers crinkling in the motion of shifting over the table and soon the air was filled with its signature black ink smell you'd similarly catch when cracking a book open in a library.

Bigby takes the paper, abandoning his breakfast for the new assignment. His eyes skimmed over the description while Snow continue to talk.

"She invited me back to her place for a better inspection of the crime scene." Her piercing blue eyes lifted up to look at him now. "This is where you come in, you ask the bigger questions and with your keen eyes we might see some clues to guide us along."

"Only problem is," Bigby rests the papers down, unsettled and antsy in the action when he looks back up to her. "The witness doesn't like me to say the least.."

Snow sighed, restraining an eye roll in the process. "Look I understand that you and her don't get along but-"

"Red hates my guts, not to mention Woody put stones in my guts. She isn't going to cooperate with me." Bigby says, finality in his tone to demand the ending of the conversation.

In which Snow was not letting it happen. She reaches to her glass, taking a long sip from the citrus juice. "I know you two don't meet eye to eye-"

"-Figuratively and Literally."

"-but we need this Bigby. At least seem tolerable to get some answers from her, How hard can it be?"

"Uh, very. I'm the 'Big Bad Wolf' who impersonated her grandmother. How can you not see that in a person who clearly holds a grudge against me?" Bigby grumbled, glaring down at his food intensely. Aggressively (penetrating) poking his fork into the yoke center of his egg.

Snow sighed, cutting her food up in little pieces with the manners of elegance and grace that she couldn't shake off. "I know, I know, but maybe this could be a chance to get forgiveness from her. 'Bury the axe between you two,' some might say.."

Bigby shakes his head, engrossed with making his own crime scene out of his meal. "She won't forgive me, even if I do show up at her place with a basket of sweets..."

Ms. White peers up at him with a soften look in her eye, daintily reaching over the table to hold his clenched hand. Squeezing it ever so gently like he was about to break at any moment.

In that single second, all time, all sounds became so far and gone where everything narrowed down to that singular second. As cliche as it sounded, the wolf couldn't find it in himself to brush it off, snort at the corniness, he just felt so at peace. Her slightly cold, petite, small palm holding his more large, rough, warm one like an anchor in a raging sea. Like a very life line that gave him air to breathe in the midst of that storm.

And soon that moment was ruined when the door bell jingled yet again.

Their hands draw back like touching burning flames to nurse an injury. Bigby clears his throat, looking down at his plate of food while Ms. White goes to comb her hand through her hair with her blue eyes glancing off.

"Right, so, where does Red live exactly?" Bigby asks, biting back retorts he could be saying to avoid further interactions with the young girl.

Snow, relieved that she doesn't have to put up another round of persuasion, gently taps the paper she handed over with one of her manicured nails. "Its all there, information that you'd need to talk to her."

She looks back up to him, seeing the unease and slight frown on his bushy brow. "Don't worry, I'll be at your side to make it less... Unpleasant.."

Bigby gives a dry smile, "As if having your enemy show up at your door is pleasant at all.."

Snow doesn't do much to hold back the eye roll and returns to eating, leaving the conversation at that in favor of not having cold hash browns.

And in about that moment, the Sheriff trails off into his own little world. His distant gaze shifts out to the big window nect to their booth to watch the cars go by and the little people who walk on the sidewalk.

The rain has came to a steady sprinkle unlike the heavy down pour earlier that morning. The roads were slicked with the residue that the cars were going at a slow pace.

The air was sticky and moist that it almost leave him uncomfortable from not showering the past few days and unchanged clothes. Sweat dried to his skin among other fluids that can go without mentioning.

But deep down, it brings him back home.

It resurfaces memories of his mother scolding him as a child whom returned to the den caked in mud. And those memories bring back memories of his siblings who would race through the forest. Testing each other out. Seeing who out of all of them was the fastest.

He smiles to himself, his eyes focusing once more to notice a figure outside the window.

Familiarizing the brown curls that stick out in wild directions. The careless strut they walk as if with purpose.

Bigby frowns, his posture stiffening up some as he observed the person who was making their way to the Diners' door. He sees the strong built of lean muscle under the not so covering clothes the person was wearing.

By the time the door opens, the room was filled with a familiar smell of moss, grass, and earth. The scent sends him reeling back into a time of era that was so familar yet so old and lost that its close to foreign.

His stomach drops when he catches the person's eyes and finally puts a name to the face.

The person, who's a young woman, also stiffened. Leveling his stare and can almost hear the few muttered words under her breath.

"Shit.."

Snow perks up and looks towards her partner.

"Bigby, what's wro-"

"Dawn."

#twau bigby #twau #sheriff bigby #bigby wolf #snow white #the woodsman #toad junior #toad #the trip and trap #the wolf among us #dawn wolf

[storytimefromthecreed]

Vigilante AU: Sonny Carisi

It couldn’t be. (Y/N)’s fists were raw, the perp was on the ground, and she heard the unmistakable click of the gun aimed at her back. “Hands in the air! Turn around slowly!” Not here. Not now.

“You know I can’t do that, Detective.” Her voice came out deeper thanks to her mask, but she raised her hands anyway. Her hidden blades sliced back into her wristlets. “You can let me go right now, Detective. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Vigilante.” The man’s tone dripped with authority and trembled with uncertainty. “You’re under arrest. Keep your hands where I can see them.” Footsteps crunched the pavement behind her. He would use his right hand to cuff her and tuck his gun to his left. He was habitual.

Energy bunched her muscles, kept her tense and pent up, and when he touched her wrist, her elbow blasted backwards and caught him in the ribs. The detective choked on his breath, and she twisted around him, disarmed him. A swift kick sent his gun away, and grabbed she took his cuffs. He thrashed his head backwards and nearly got her nose, but she kicked the back of his knees and toppled him to the ground. The cuffs made a metallic sound as she cuffed one of his wrists to a grate.

“My apologies, Detective.” Her robotic tone sarcastic. Blue eyes glared up at her, and she bowed with grandeur. There was a certain level of showmanship the people had come to expect from The Vigilante, and she aimed to deliver. “’Til we meet again.” 

“The next time I see you,” he swore, “you’ll be behind bars!”

“I’ve been outsmarting you for months, Detective. I think you like running into me.” Before he could retort, (Y/N) escaped.

....

“I’m telling you, Lydia, I felt bad for him.” (Y/N) got her tea from the barista and went to station in search of honey. “I know I do this to myself, but I’ve never seen him that mad before. I know, I’m the worst. Yea, yea,” Honey, honey? Where was that damn honey? “I know, but I’m telling you he was mad enough to kill me. The next time I see him, I’m gonna-”

“I’m so sorry!” The honey dropped from the person’s hands and she was about to knock over her drink before he steadied her and caught the bottle at the same time. “I’m so clumsy. Are you ok?”

“I’m fine. Thanks-” Blue eyes gazed at her, and her heart froze. They looked pretty without hate in them. The detective returned her drink with a smile.

“There. Saved your drink." His smile grew and her heart finally restarted. She clutched her drink and began to walk around him. 

“I’m fine. We, we’re fine.” She pushed past him, but tripped and dropped her tea. Green spilled over the ground and she looked for the object that caused her to trip. Confused and finding none, it dawned on her that she had tripped on herself. 

“I’ve got you all mixed up. Here, let me help.” The man reordered her drink and helped her clean up her mess. “Are you sure you ok?”

“I’m-I was just spooked. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” He laughed, “it was my fault.” He threw over the cup and napkins and gave her his hand. “I haven’t properly introduced myself. Dominick, but everyone calls me Sonny.” 

“(Y/N).” Why did she give him her real name? 

“That’s a nice name. Good to meet you.” He handed her her new drink and smiled. “I hope we run into each other again. Well, not literally.” He laughed at his own joke and she found herself chuckling too. Pleased with this reaction, he grabbed his drink and waved goodbye. (Y/N) found herself mirroring him.

What was wrong with her?

....

Why she returned to this coffee shop was beyond her. She didn’t even like coffee, and after all this tea she was about to be sick of that also. But her wait was worth it. After almost a week of running around New York, getting involved in as many cases as she could, trying to get some alone time with Sonny; he finally walked in. Trying to look casual, she returned to staring at her book when a familar shadow joined her. 

Pretending to be surprised, she withdrew from her book and addressed him. “Sonny? Wow! Nice to see you.”

“(Y/N)” Sonny smiled, “It’s good to see you. Whatcha reading?”

“Um-” To be honest, she wasn’t sure what book she had picked up. “Alice in Wonderland.” 

“Light reading, huh?” His face lit up when he looked amused. “Well, I won’t bother you any longer.”

“Actually, I’m not busy,” She said a little too quickly. “I mean, if you’re not busy. I could use a break from all this heavy reading.” What a weak line, but he seemed to like it.

Sonny quickly took a seat in front of her, grinning evermore. “My lucky day.” He joked and leaned in, “Is this what you like to do in your spare time? Read and be mysterious in coffee shops?”

(Y/N) mirrored his stance. “Maybe I just like making your life a little bit more difficult. Maybe I like being mysterious.”

“Maybe I want to figure you out.” His face went bright red, and his hand went to cover his face. “I’m so sorry. That was forward, even for me. I just got off a night shift,” Sonny began to quickly explain, “going into another eight hours. I’m tired, and my mouth and brain aren’t really communicating right now.”

(Y/N) giggled, "I don't mind." This made him smile again, so she continued. “Maybe you could get to know me when you’ve had some sleep?”

“How does tomorrow night sound?”

....

(3 months later) 

“Watch your back.” The woman said, and Sonny ran into the building. (Y/N) chewed on her lip. This wasn’t right. Something was off. Keeping close to him and entering the house from the second story window, (Y/N) kept her eye from the rafters, and watched the scene unfold. 

The perp held a gun to Sonny’s forehead, and the victim watched with a tearstained face. Sonny paled, and plead with the man, but the man didn’t seem to be listening. He flexed his arm, pressing the gun of the barrel deeper into Sonny’s skin.

This needed to end. (Y/N) unsheathed her blade and landed on the man. The addition of her body weight made the man crumple beneath her. (Y/N) rolled off the man quickly, and Sonny stumbled back. The gun slid across the floor, and (Y/N) slid after it. Pushing it to Sonny, she grabbed the perp, and twisted his neck between her legs. When he stopped moving and his breathing was shallow, she released his unconscious body. 

Tired as she was, she left the body where he lay and went to comfort Sonny. Wide eyed, pale, and holding a gun at her direction, Sonny looked wildly between the pair of them.

“Are you ok?” (Y/N) took a step towards him, but he took a step back. 

“Don’t come any closer.” His hand began to shake and Sonny dropped to one knee. The gun was feebly raised, so she pushed it to the ground to inspect him. “I’m- I’m fine.” A slight mark on his forehead, his heartrate was up, his pupils dialited. He might be going into shock, but he was physically unharmed. 

“You’re going into shock.”She put an arm around him and threw one of his over her shoulder. He collapsed. 

Sonny gasped, “Why are you helping me? All I’ve ever done was try to put you away.” 

“We’ll talk about that another time. Your victim needs you.” She walked him toward the wall. Leaving him with one last look, she went to the victim. “You’re going to be ok. This detective is going to take care of you.” She untied the victim, and the woman clung to her chest, sobbing. (Y/N) held her a moment longer before untangling herself and leaving the scene. Sonny watched her the entire time.

....

“Hey doll, thanks for agreeing to do date night at my place.” Sonny wrapped an arm around her, and carressed her arm. His chest was warm and soft under her head, and she could hear his heart. The smell of mint, clean sheets, and his favorite “Staten Island” cologne calmed her. He wouldn’t tell her what it was, but swore to her that it’s been helping him pick up ladies since he discovered it. 

“My pleasure. We should do nights in more often.” Snuggling deeper, Sonny tucked the blanket around them. A really bad horror movie played before them, but neither one of them were paying much attention to it. Her eyeslids were heavy, and sleep taunted her. Sonny rested his head on hers, and held her tight.

“Do you want to spend the night?” Her eyes snapped open at his question, and Sonny shrugged. “You don’t look up for driving, and my day could use some more of your cuddles.”

“That’s a big step, Sonny. Are you sure you want me to?”

Sonny gave her kiss, his fingers clasping her chin delicately. Before she could regain her breath, Sonny smiled. “Trust me, after the day I’ve had. I could use something good.”

She agreed, and he helped her off the couch. “Ah,"He flinched, concern across his face as she held her arm awkwardly. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. Just hurt my wrist today.”

“Want me to kiss it and make it better, doll?” Sonny’s lips brushed against her wrist, and it did feel better.

....

(2 months later)

She couldn’t keep living this way, so Vigilante took a back seat. Things with Sonny were going great, she actually used her medical degree to help people, and life was good. There was a pang of guilt when a victim didn’t get justice, when a killer was released in the street, and when someone else got hurt. She blamed herself, but she repressed it. It wasn’t her job anymore.

But when Sonny came home one night, bloody and bruised, the flame reignited.

“Love, what happened?” Dinner was stalled while she grabbed a bag for ice.

“It’s nothing.” Sonny took the bag and pressed it against his eye. “You should see the other guy.” A weak joke. (Y/N) kissed his unbruised cheek, and took the ice off to examine the eye. “What’s the verdict, Doc?”

“You’re going to be seeing through a swollen eye for a little bit, but you should be ok.” He leaned his head down so she could kiss that eye too, and he hummed.

“Feels better already.” 

“Dinner is ready. Wanna tell me how you got that?” She nodded at his eye and Sonny paused. (Y/N) caught him staring at the ground, munching on his bottom lip, before nodding to himself.

“Uh- it was nothing really. Back up just got there a little later than I would’ve liked.” Sonny got his food, and got hers, and they headed to the table. 

“I’m sorry to hear that.” 

“Yea, me too. I’ll tell ya, I knew Vigilante was out a lot, but I didn’t realize how much I got used to her being there.” 

(Y/N) choked on her water, but played it off as her clearing her throat. “Wow, you got to work with...wow.”

“Yea. Real nice, despite what some people say on TV. I guess I got used to her having our backs.” Sonny shrugged and began his meal.

“I guess you’re going to have to get used to good ol’ regular heroes.”

“You think she’s not coming back?” Sonny gave her an innocent look, and (Y/N) swallowed hard. “I like to think she’s on vacation or saving another part of the world, ya know? Doing something good.” If he knew, then he was playing her real well. Was he mad? How long did he know? Sonny nodded, and frowned. “I just- I never got to thank her for saving me that day. Without her, I wouldn’t be here. With you.”

Of course he meant it in a sweet way. Thank god she dropped the mask, she couldn’t live both lives. She didn’t like seeing him hurt, but she couldn’t lie to him either. 

....

They were sitting in their coffee place, leaning against each other. Sonny sipped his coffee, she had her tea. The night was winding down, they were the only ones there.

“Ready for work?” She had said, and he was about to answer when the doors were pushed open and two men burst in. By instinct, Sonny put himself in front of her, but the men took their guns and pointed them to the register. 

“Money! NOW!” One man demanded.

The other pointed the gun at them, as if noticing them for the first time. “Or we’ll kill everyone in here.”

Sonny put his hands up, when his shirt raised, she could see his gun. “Hey, hey, we get it. You’ll get no problem from us.” The men returned their attention back to the front of the store, and Sonny whispered just loud enough for her to hear. “I could use some back up.”

“My phone is in my purse. I’m not sure I can get it.”

“No, doll, I-” Sonny sighed heavily. “I need back up.” 

“Babe, what do-”

“Oh my god, woman, just throw up your hood and help get me out of here.”

Ice froze her veins. The heat of realization made them thraw. “Sonny Carisi, you knew-” Another time. They would have to have this conversation another time. “Count to two then duck to your right.”

“Be careful,doll.”

“You too, love.” 

 Metal rang as it sliced through her wristlet, and she threw on her hood. Sonny ducked to the right. 

#sonny carisi #Vigilante AU #My writing #law and order svu #law and order: special victims unit #sonshine

[thelonghairedone]

voltron livebloging season 6 edition (ep 1+2)

I have temporarily blacklisted various voltron related tags to avoid spoilers, lets hope it is enough. Like most of my dash is currently full of said blacklisted posts that i will avoid until i finish this in a few days.

So we start with meeting Lotor’s nanny....er governess. I like her design and Lotor’s expressions in regards to her, they are pretty funny. Hunk asks the question that hadn’t been brought up but really should have “what the hell does ‘vrept sa’ actually mean? And gets to have galra cultural lessons. Worldbuilding yay!

As I thought it looks like galra society already had a military bent long before becoming an evil empire. I mean that makes sense given Zarkon thought that a helmet was an appropriate gift to give a baby. Also Sendak’s breakaway group’s name is hilariously edgy and ridiculous. And a jab at Lotor of course (ie mentioning blood purity)

Uh Lotor, bit worried about you putting the safety of you subjects lower than working on the quintessance project. Think you may have picked up bad habits from your mom. And speaking of her....

Looks like the Haggar-Shiro mind connection works both ways. Haggar is going to Oriande to mess shit up, I am so excited. Looks like Sendak “I know your weakness” line was intended for voltron in general and not Shiro. Damn misleading trailers. Hunk gets to shine and whip everybody into shape, I am proud. This is why back during the earlier seasons when Shiro disapeared and there was the lion switch, i thought Hunk would have been the next best person to lead.

Shiro keeps on getting hit with the visions, poor guy :(

Hunk does not want to duel to death, which is understandable, though the information regarding galra culture is important to know when you are trying to involve yourself in dimplomacy with them

Haggar comes out of the mystical land reverting back to her Altean appearance, interesting and onimous. I am eagerly awaiting to see what shit Haggar fucks up

Part of the next episode involves this Lotor-Allura-Lance love triange thing which I won’t discuss much because I don’t really have any interest in either Lotura or Allurance. Lotor and Allura’s height difference is hilarious. I liked Pidge and Hunk’s teasing especially how it was Hunk that was playing the part of Allura and Pidge Lotor. And Pidge dipping Hunk. The mice were cute. Thats pretty much all I have to say about that plot

Krolia’s and Keith’s interaction takes where it left off. Snorted a bit at Keith’s “how do you know i am your son for sure?” part. Keith, she knows because you look like a tiny male version of her, that how. Krolia cuts off any further questions to focus on the mission which Keith agrees to because the two of them are very simmilar

Love the scenery of the weird ass gravitation sucking time-warping place. Kudos to the animators, illustrations and desginers of this. It looks wonderful. They lose their ship. Also did Keith just say “fuck!” when they lost the ship or did i misshear that?

Convient  memory showing white light shows us Keith’s parents backstory and also a worrying vision of Shiro with purple eyes (full on possesion is coming up I know it). Keith’s dad has an amusing southern accent. We still don’t know his name so fandom will have to continue call him Texas Kogane I guess. Like the fandom guessed, the whole blue lion thing had to due with how Krolia ended up on earth. And managed to save earth from galra invasion by keeping the discovery hidden. I feel a bit robbed that there isn’t a height diffence between Krolia and Dad Kogane. Come on. Also Yoruk is a name from one of the older versions of voltron isn’t it? Sounds familar

Baby Keith is cute. Krolia pulls another fake surrender. Love how badass she is. And the encounter convinces her that she needs to leave to keep the empire away from scouting out earth again.

So Keith’s dad is dead. And Krolia gets to find that out just now by seeing Keith’s memory at his dads gravesite. OUCH. Little-Keith is so cute and sad :( :(

So Voltron gets to introduce their version of space whales which somewhat remind me of the lionturtles from ATLA. If these whales also end up saving the day later on in a duex ex machina I am going to laugh so hard. Only those who keep up with both Star Wars Rebels and Voltron will get what I am refering to here, sorry. 

They get onto one of the spacewhale and then we get so see a space dog/wolf which is pretty much what i kept focusing on for the remainder of the episode. Its so cute! I love it! I wonder what Keith named it? Its such a good doggo :D :D

Wait two years? Is that with the whole “how are we sure you are the real Keith?” because Keith has aged 2 years while i am betting it wasn’t as long as that for the rest of the guys due to time fuckery in the weird zone he and his mom are in? Though once you are out of puberty i don’t think there is a dramatic difference in aging in two years. So hm.....

And it looks like they went back in time to Altea. Interesting.

Please Voltron creators don’t make Keith lose his mom or his dog. The preview clip we saw of Keith days ago, had him not looking very happy looking and it is making me worried. 

#I love Keith's new teleporting doggo #so cute #:D #space dogs! #space whales #the voltron kind not the swr kind #There is some shit going down involving Haggar soon and I am ready for it #Her apearence now is going to make it harder for Lotor to continue to deny their relation #in which i get distracted by the apearance of cute animals very easily #voltron #vld #voltron spoilers #voltron season 6 #vld spoilers #voltron liveblogging #vld liveblogging #Shit continues to happen to Shiro and it is likely to get even worse

[roccoroks]

Dag 3 THE DAG FILES! *que X Files music* The following events took place at the Spring Grand Rod Run, names have been changed to protect the stupid and liable. time:.......dark....ish im working a double, 2nd & 3rd shift pryor to the take over of the motel there for i was still a employee at the time and had to answer the a boss (the sorry motherfucker that he is) but thats another story/rant. its hot outside, people are pissing and shitting all over my lobby bathrooms and im trying to deal with 100+ geusts and god only knows how many classic cars... this is more of what its like to deal with multipul shitty guests and problems while working a rod run in pigeon forge tn. the grand rod run takes place twice a year and has more that 1000-2500 show cars through out the city of pigeon forge. we find our hero sitting on his ass watching youtube videos and eating potato chips and trying to download bootleged My Little Pony:Friendship Is Magic episodes when the internet suddenly explodes and stops working due to me trying to download 30 episodes at once! this is more of what its like to deal with multipul shitty guests and problems while working a rod run in pigeon forge tn me: *prior to net crash* ^.^ *om nom nom nom* *internet crashes* me: O.O........shit....not good me: hey chris (we work in pairs on rod runs) chirs: whats up man me:.....um i think were fucked chris:what did you break? me: the internet....all of it chris: I FUCKING TOLD YOU NOT TO DOWNLOAD THAT MUCH PONY SHIT AT ONCE! me:.....sorry?...you fix?...please chris: *sigh* leave, NOW! me: *me runs out from behind the counter just as the phone rings* ~when the wifi goes down at the motel, you might as well have set the place on fire, eeeeveryone calls to tell you!~ me: front desk poc 1: (pissed of coustomer) yeah uh hi, the inter net is not working, how do i log on? me: (i know its not working, i broke it! ^.^) im sorry we are having technical difficulties and are trying to restore it as we speak! poc1: oh ok ill try later! bye me: that wasnt so.... *ring* me: front de..... rpoc: (realy pissed of coustomer) HEY THE INTRANETS NOT WORKING me: im sorry we ar....(did you just say "INTRANET"?) rpoc: WHEN I MADE MY RESERVATION I WAS TOLD THERE WAS WEEFI AND I DONT HAVE WEEFI WHAT DO YOU PLAN TO DO ABOUT THAT! me: sir im trying to get it back on line and i should have it working with in.....( WAIT...WTF IS WEEFI?) rpoc: I DONT WANT EXCUSES I WANT THE INTRANET FIXED me: sir? sir are you there? rpoc: *yells louder* I SAID IIIIII WWWWWWWWAAAANT TTTTHEEEEEEEE INTERNET FIIIIIXXXXXXEEDD NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOWWWWWWW CAN YO.... me: SIR YOUR GOING TO HAVE TO SPEAK UP BECAUSE I CANT HEEEEEEEEEEAAAARRRRRRRRR YYYYYYOUUUU! (fucking yell at me dick head) rpoc: *SOME HOW YELLS EVEN LOUDERER* III SAID FIX THE GOD DAMED INTRA......... me: idk chris i cant hear the guy, he sounds like a broken record. (lmao i soooooo can hear the vein in your head thumpin!) rpoc: you have got to be kidding me, now the fucking teller phone doesnt work *hangs up* chris: what was that all about? me: thats how you deal with a bad guest chris: great! now hes going to come down here and bitch to me me: yup, see ya later! me: *leaves to check parking lot for cars to tow,leaves chris to clean up mess* me: *looks out the window* (if there were any more cars in my parking lot it, this place would look like a poory orginized scrap yard) me: *walks outside for 3 hours* *3 hours, 2 beers and one smokey burn out from a dodge challenger later* *sitting at the desk, chris leaves for the night* chris: im turning my phone off, dont....fucking.....call...me! me:k me: (back to down loading ponies! and cruse CL for car parts) poc: AHEM! me: /).- (I will not respond to a clearing of the throat, what the fuck bitch, this aint high school) poc: AAAAHHEEEEMMM! ME: (NOPE! FUCK YOU) poc : EXCUSE ME! me: (was that so hard?....bitch) yes mam! may i help you? ^.^ poc: uuuhh you need to do something about that drunk guy in the pool.... me: drunk guy? poc: yes hes in the pool and hes drunk and i dont want to see that! me: ...*blank stare* poc: well.... me: (do i get any more info than that? ITS THE ROD RUN! EEEVVERRRRRYYYBODIES FUCKING DRUNK!) yes mam what does he look like? poc: HE IS THE DRUNK ONE! me: (com'on! take the hint!) mam this is the rod run and everyone in the pool is drunk, is he bothering you in anyway? poc: well..huh..he just shit in the pool.... me:........ me:....your shitting me....(i haha i made a funny) poc: she for your self! me: *goes to pool, see only 3 people in the pool, all of them drunk* me: soooo he just? poc: yup, he just dropped his swim suite and shit right in the pool, then he jumped it , then he told his friends that it was a candy bar and dared them to eat it! me: .......*speachless*.... me: ok mam, who dun shit in my pool *i sooooooo wish i was making this up* poc: him! *points at all 3 drunk people* me: (really? not the middle one, not the one on the right just that one?)ok witch one of them? poc: the fat one me: (THERE ALL FUCKING FAT!) ok witch fat one poc: I FUCKING GIVE UP! *STORMS OUT* me: (damn, she lasted longer than most, shee needs a discount!) me: *walks out into the pool* ok, who shit in my pool (this situation warents cussing) *all the drunk people* "HE DID" *AND POINTED AT EACH OTHER!* me: /).- WHERE IS IT! *again all three of them * THERE! *all three point in different directions!* me: soooo its everywhere.... *blank stares all around and akward silence* me: where....is..... the.... TUUUUUURRRRD *more blank stares* drunk guy 1: ummmmmm me: all of you, GET OUT! drunk guy 2: but what if we.... me: NOW! *all three exit pool* drunk guy: um when can we get back in the pool? me: tomorrow dunk guy 2: why so long? me: look im the only guy here and i have better things to do then go on a wild goose chase for a lone turd in the pool! drunk guy 1: well whos going to clean it up? me: NOT FUCKING ME! YOU WANA SWIM? GO NEXT DOOR AND LAY A LOG IN THEIR POOL! *they all think this is wildly funny and walk off to deuce one out in the smokey mountain lodge's pool* 30 mins and a few pissed off would be pool goers later ME:* just sat down to pizza* *ring, ring, ring,ring,ring* me: FOR FUCK SAKE! I HATE YOU PHONE *get up and walks to phone* me: *bangs knee on desk drawer* FUCKING OOOOOWWWWWWEEEEEEEEE ! FUCK YOU TOO BROKEN DESK DRAWER! AHEM! front deak *in sweet voice* dag: (room 403)" THE GAW DAMN INTRANET AINT FUCKIN WERKIN!"(i a heavy drunk southern accent) me: e.e...(you sound familar) its not? one second let me check. *puts customer on hold* me: *goes to bathroom to take a dump* 5 mins later me: (fuck ! hes still there!) *takes dag off hold* sir? dag: BOUT TIME! me: try it agian dag: I DONT FUCKIN KNOW HOW TO GET ON THE GAW DAMNEDED THING ME.......O.o (then how do you know its not working.....WAIT, HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU....DO YOU EVEN COMPUTER BRO?) me: sir? dag: *YELLS TO WIFE* HEY! GET THA FUCK OVER HERE AND MAKE THE FUCKER WORK ME:  .....(oh my god this is like jerry springer) *long pause* dags wife in background: THERE! IT FUCKING WORKING...WAIT NO, YES...NO ITS NOT ME:.......sir? DAG: HANG ON DAMNED IT! ME:......*SUCKING BACK LAUGHING.....BECAUSE I JUST FLIPED THE BREAKER TO THE ROUTER KILLIN ALLLLL THE INTERNETS* dag: IT JUST WAS FUCKIN WERKIN THEN THE SHIT BROKE ME: HANG ON A SEC.....*puts dag back on hold, sit down and eats a slice of pizza* 4 slices of pizza later... me: *flips breaker back on, takes dag off hold* sir, HOW BOUT NOW? dag: HAY, HE SAYS ITS WERKIN........WELL.....GET THA FUCK OVER HUR AND MAKE THE TING GO! ~pernounce it just like i wrote~ long pause...... dag: aigh the fuckers workin now ME: go deal yall, yall has a goooooooood nigh nowww...... dag: hangs up me: (THAT WAS FUN! now for foods!) *almost sits down* *ring, ring,ring,ring,ring* me: FUCKING REALLY?!? ahem: front desk? dag: HAY ME: (oh gawd not you again) yes sir dag: what room are we in me: O.o..(really.....you dont even know what room....) 403 sir dag: im in 403? me: yes sir dag: TELL THEM FUCKERS ABOVE ME TO SUCK THE FUCK UP OR IMA GONA BEAT 7 SHADE OF SHIT OUT OF THEM! ME: (i would pay soooooo much money, you dont even know) sir its 930pm and during the rod run thing tend to go on until 12 am or so, im sorry but there nothing i can do dag: I GONA KICK THEIR ASSES! ME: SIR! PLEASE DONT GO......*CLICK* ME: *RUNS OUT THE DOOR TO THE 5TH FLOOR* FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK! *arives at 5th floor.....its empty* me: ......(aint no one up here) *walks down to 4th floor, sees drunk guy outside 403, in whity tighties, passed out in the chairs* me: (im sooooo not dealing with that) *goes back to office* me: * sits down at the desk and see something out of the corner of my eye* *looks at security moitor* me: DAFUQ IS THAT? *switches to pool cam, see UFO (unidentified floating object)* me: nooooo, it cant be.... *zoooms in, sees large turd* ITS BACK! THE TURD! ME : *runs around the counter to the pool, trips on carpet and knocks over entire brocher rack* me: (deal with that later, I HAVE SOME SHIT TO TAKE CARE OF!) *at the pool* me: damn.....thats quite the deuce....atleast a 2 pounder *starts talking to myself in a steve irwin accent* me: wear hear in the confines of the pool room, in search of a veronious beast! SHHHHH *GRABS SCOOPER* aahw yea thar she is, just look at hur thear, she a absolute beauty! and shes a floata too! me: *lowers scooper, turd slide off the edge* awhh shes a fisty one she is! ima grab her tail! me: * trys to come from below and scoop it up, turd veirs away* shes a quick won! HUHO QUICK! THE SHELA IS MAKIN A BREAK FOR IT! me: *finaly scoops turd* HE SCOOPS HE SCORES!!!!!! * turns around see's hot girls laughing at me* me: *looks at turd on the scooper* (theres not a hole deep enough for me to craw off in right now) *drops turd in trash* * relocks pool goes to desk to commit suicide* 20 min later me: *watching youtube, probably supercharger videos around that time* dag: HAY, YOU BACK THUR? ME: (maybe if i sit reeeeeeeal still he will not see me) dag: HAY! *leans around counter* me; (FUCK! IT SAW ME) me: yes sir how ma.... dag: LISTIN THE INTRANET DONT WERK, YOU GOT US UNDER THESE LOUD FUCKING PEOPLE , YOUR POOL IS CLOSED AND IT AINT EVEN TIME TO CLOSE IT AND TO TOP IT OFF NOW MY TV DONT WORK me:im sorry sir (no im not) but i cant move you to another roome because we are full. dag: WELL WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT THIS! I WANT A GWAD DAMND DISCOUNT! ME: (no you need to put a shirt on, no one needs to see your "DD" man titties!) im sorry sir theres nothing i can do, you will need to talk to the manager in the..... dag: I DONT WANT TO HAVE TO WAKE UP EARLY AND COME THE FUCK DOWN HERE TO TALK TO A MANAGER I WANT THIS SHIT FIXED NOW! me: (and i want a decent blow job from my wife, but that shit aint going to happen either) im sorry bud but i cant do anything until morni...... dag: YOU CAN ATLEAST OPEN UP THE FUCKING POOL! me: sir i cant op.....SURE THING! TELL YA WHAT IF IT WILL MAKE YOU HAPPY I WILL OPEN THE POOL JUST FOR YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS BUT NO ONE ELSE, IS THAT OK? dag: now thats more like it *walks out the door* me: (BAWAHAHAHAHHAHAHHA!) 15 MINS LATER. DAG AND HIS WIFE ARE SWIMIN IN THE POO WATER LAGOON *chis walks in with beer* chris: *stops, looks at the two fuckers swiming in the pool* you know its past 11 right? you not suppost to let people swim past 11 me; i know chris: oooookkkk why do they get to swim? me: because i hate them chris:sooo you hate them and they get to swim.....is that the motherfucker that yelled at me for the inter net not working? me: yup, and some one shit in there earlier to day too chris: *snots beer out his nose* HAHAHHA WHAT THE FUCK? me: yup, fuck them chris: thats sooooo wrong me: yup chris: your going to hell for this but it sooooo worth it /rant

[andyelson]

of all- 3

Of All chapter 3 Characters: Leati/(Joe sometimes Addi calls him Joe), Joelle,  Addison Jess,  Various wwe talent/ Word Count: 6841

    It was a friday morning, Joe and Joelle we're discussing which farm to go, to for this years christmas tree, They usually went to a loal tree farm called spritz, Joe was familar  with the place and  he'd been going there for awhile. But there was a new one, opening up on friday called higher pine, Addison said Higher Pine  was previously around, but the father passed away and the sons brought it back with a new name  and she thought it was good for the value of trees plus they had a wood shop and a house decorated with knick knacks.  Joelle voted for the newer one of course, after a little debate and conversation they we're going to check out higher pine as a new tradition.  Joe had to have a phone conference call at 11:30 with the executive and COO  Paul Levesque, on his status, of his injury and to time frame his come back.  "Joe. It's 11:20, I  think paul might be calling soon, And i need to be on call for this eval, for the hospital circumstance" Joe nodded and said they would head into  his office    " Hey JoJo, why don't you go get changed, clean your room up, while daddy and addy have this meeting, and then we can go grab lunch and  go get our tree okay"  Joe Said.   Addison, changed into her white scrub top and her white pants  her hair was  curled, and she had on minimal make up on, as joe wore his, tap out gear they began to wait for Paul's call.

"You never have been in here, before have you Addy?" She nodded, No.  " It was Joelle's room, well supposed to be, and then well where her room is now, is where it was and Uh Galina, wanted this to be  her play room and i decided her room was big enough, she didn't need a play room and we got into an argument about it once, and i said you know what this room is going to be used for it's going to be my office so when you piss me off i can come in here and regret it all."  Addy's eyes widened and thought to herself (  was this really what she wanted? he gets so mad, and raises his voice everytime he speaks of her, sometimes..)  she changed the subject and got up, and suggested some of his merchandise, go in a big cabinet with  the titles he won, and pictures of his father and family and maybe some photos of herself and him.  " Man Addy, you really know how to  make me happy, I think thats a great idea, only problem and it's just one, I don't have a shelf for all this, that's laying around. I mean i have magazine shoots I was in, I have me colby and Jon's crap  in a box. i need to expand.I need a bigger office space  thought about knocking out this wall, over here... Just then the phone began ringing, as  it was Paul Levesque.  he began with   "Hi Leati, Hi Addison, thanks for joining me. I'm sorry i'm a bit late, timing was a bit off  my apologies on that. Before i begin, Addison, have you contacted, Dr. Jae on the results of the MRI?  " Hi Mr  Levesque, I have and i am thinking from  both Dr and my own personal professional standpoint, Mr. Anaoi' does in fact need a possible 6-8 more weeks. He's healing, but the rehab is slower than accepted."   Joe Sighed and put his head back on the chair, he was frustrated that the doctor hadn't cleared him to compete.  "Paul, man when do you expect me to begin training?  I thought i was good man."  Paul Nodded, and began  " yeah Leati, I know  we all did, but with that MRI you had and the test results, taking awhile We just aren't sure what is proper."  leati began getting frustrated, as expected he wanted to get back in the ring and be with his peers and perform in  front of the fans, and come home and perform for Addi.   " Paul i've went to the gym, twice,  with jon and trinity and Jey charlie too! they all said i was doing and looking good. As paul laughed his deep laugh,  he said " Tell ya what, Leati, I can see what i can do here, on my end and i'll see if i can get it to about 2-4 weeks, I'm not promising anything because i'm not a doctor, Addison can we follow up with an appointment say Wednesday, at 12. with doc and do some scans, I'd say I'd get him in here tomorrow but they're booked solid. Wednesday be okay Leati?  Addison  motioned  YES. as  leati agreed that wednesday would work. Joe thanked paul for being generous, as they both hung the phone up, Leati began frustrated. " man i'm never going to be back.  I'm never going to get back in that ring again, and perform. I can feel it."  As addison looked at him, and said  "Well, Leati, with that attitude, who would want you around!."  She got up and left. Joe sat in his office, spinning his chair around. When he thought of what  Addison said  ** He started thinking,  God damn Joe Anoai' your a legend. you played at georgia tech. You met this great girl again, You have her Joe, You also have your daughter for the holidays snap the shitting fuck out of your 12 year old attitude, and make the most of being home!** he signed a relief and began  writing  **Present for Addi**  leaving the entire paper blank, he tore off the sheet of paper and put it in his desk drawer, only to bring it back out and study it like he was taking the SAT 's  he decided to call jon fatu whom was Jimmy Uso.  With only two rings, Jon answered " Yo Uce what's up. how's things going? you finally got a fresh breathe of no sex air aye uce. i'm just kidding uce you get  what you can take ma man. what's up though"?  Joe shook his head, thinking why am i calling this fool?  " Uce, nothings up and  you're one to talk  man, 2 kids and  trying for more... I hear what they say about you. But you know us samoans we know how to play. Man reason why i' was calling i don't know man.. You know about Addison, Man i'm feeling her, like really feeling her. I don't know uce...."  Jey responded with  only what Jey could respond with,   " YOU ASKING HER arent you UCE" Joe laughed and said  " Man, i don't know i haven't even went ring shopping. I don't know how to do that. I gotta take trinity or someone to even discuss this.. Joelle was trying to get me to buy a ring pop and  you know they got blueberry watermelon and a grape flavor.  it was hard for Joelle to even pick out a flavor. how the hell am i supposed to out a ring!"   "Man Uce,  Joelle is 6 she probably got watermelon, knowing her. a ring is bigger than a 99cent, flavor sugar candy you talkin 7, 8 figures for  addison. Tell you what, I'll talk to Jimmy about you taking Naomi, and Naomi  Addison and Trinity can all get together, and we can sit at the bar and discuss this more, have your mom watch Joelle for awhile. and we all have a ladies/man night" Joe agreed and plus he missed the guys and he knew Addison missed the girls, the guys talked some more about upcoming shows and how things we're going on the road and then soon hung up. Joe felt better but instantly had the nervous butterflies of even begining to purpose was he ready? was she ready? was he just going to look who knew what he even wanted to do.

Addison was sitting downstairs on the couch, curled up with a blanket drinking her glass of wine, looking for something to watch on netflix. Joe poured himself, a glass and came and sat on the couch with her.  "Looking for anything good?  he said, she looked up at him and  mentioned that there was fuller house and house of cards also orange is the new black, and prancer.  Addi said she wanted to watch that with, Joelle it would be a cute family movie, There were a few lifetime original movies being showed but joe dispised lifetime said it was mainly for those " Females, who spend their husbands money and kill the husbands later when hes too stupid to figure it out"  Addi laughed and said " Life time was NOT for that but theres movies that are like that, that are on lifetime. Life time was  an american cable and satellite tv channel   and the channel features  women in lead roles."  Joe laughed and said "you quoted that from somewhere didn't you. " maybe, i did maybe i didn't Joe. Addi said with a smile, and with that she chose a movie, snuggled in on her pillow and began watching, " Want some popcorn? or something?  Joe asked.  she nodded, as  he thankfully gracefully went to the kitchen to pop a bag, he was looking for a escape route and boy did he find one! minutes later he came back with hot delicious buttery popcorn, as he nuzzled, in between her legs, she said  "WHAT are you DOING?  uhh are you comfortable like this? Joe." he laughed and said,  "Hey physically i am in you. and now  i'm just laying right where things need to be protected by my bigger much bigger physically head."  she took a handful of popcorn and ate it as they both watched the movie.

12:00AM They both fell asleep  on the couch   only this time, Joe was in back of her, with his arms wrapped around her waist  covered in the blanket she was sharing. within minutes although, they were woken up by  a sound outside. Joe got up, and told Addi to stay  where she was. Joe  checked his security cameras  saw a young  kid walk up to his door,  Joe opened it and said " Excuse me who are you. who are you. what  do you want? get out of here, you come back around here, i'll report you to the police. I  have you on my camera dash. get out of here. get out of here right now!" The kid fled, in a car down the street,  The camera got just a piece of the car, but Joe decided he was going to switch the camera lenses to  watch the left, and right, with the right at a different angle.  "Man i love technology!" Joe said, as he came back into the living room,  " I don't know some kid, thought he was gonna play it tough and take whatever he thought he needed from the porch i dont know.but thank god i bought that camera, Best  $400 spent i do say so myself"  Addison laughed and  reached her arms out for him to come back on the couch he laughed and said " Want a hug?"  she  kicked his stomach, and told him to  come back and lay with her, cause she wanted to stay downstairs tonight. Joe grabbed a few wood chips and firewood from the carrier, and threw them on  the fire, took a sip of his  wine, adjusted his boxers, and came crawling over her to his spot as the fire began to crackle, Joe began softly kissing, her neck leaving little marks on her body as he began his trail, his fingers moved slightly up and down each arm, with little moans here and there  " you uh  think we can uh do it...."    right now right here?  she  said  before she could even get a word of acceptance  he wasted no time, his pajama pants we're off  shoved at the end of the couch soon after,  everything was breatheable, and reachable. she was pushed slightly off the couch as joe began, undressing her,  " I'm nothing special, i have nothing to offer. on the couch...."  he asked her to repeat what she said,   she moaned as he began rubbing her already swollen clit " I don't even know how you get so wet, you had to of been  having a wet dream of me because your so fucking wet I don't understand, everytime we're together, within fucking minutes you're just wet. your dripping for samoan cum, if thats what you want. then get on up here for this" As joe stood up, on his knees he brought her to her knees and had her, face the wall facing the starewell, he got up  fully naked now and threw a few more logs on the fire, as he began to walk back towards her she was facing him,  he turned her back around causing her to yelp,  wetting his hand, he threw his spit on what seemed to him to be his ever so harden dick, "do you even know how hard this cock is for you? do you even know i was already ready to have a good nights rest and then for some reason this little girl, just pops into my cock and says get hard cause i need you. and obviously it needs you too or else i wouldn't be stroking this in front of you, look at you licking your lips,  don't you dare put your fingers inside you dont you even think about it"  And with that, all being said Joe was  6 almost 10 inches deep inside her ass  with no warning, he grabbed a headful of her hair holding it  with one hand and the other around her waist with no warning he was grinding making more noise than he had before,  with every slap, from his free hand, and his cock the music they made was  one to keep Itunes in business  he pulled out by accident making  both of them moan, as quickly respositioned himself  it wasn't long  before he was back inside her going faster, with one leg propped on the couch, he was sure to come, as he was begining to come, he slipped out again pushing her back down on the couch with one word " Spread Em" he was inside where be belonged, with no warning  from either of them the song somehow came on the bluetooth speaker "Oh he so horny, he want to uh He bucked all my buttons, he ripped my blouse He Monica Lewinski all on my gown... Take all of me I just wanna be the girl you like, girl you like The kind of girl you like, girl you like Take all of me I just wanna be the girl you like, girl you like"  As the song continued to play, Joe began to take measure,  his pace quickened more as the couch began making sqeaking noises his breathe became rapid,  "Doc. Fuckkkkkkk. Ohhhhhhhh Fuck.  come on match me. come on  come on fuck this  good samoan dick .  thats it, good girl there comes my good girl," something came over her she didn't know if she was mad at him, or if she was just having too good of sex that  she was mad it was that good, she didn't know but  she stopped him mid thrust " wha wha th the what happened?"   As she  pulled him  so he was sitting on the couch, " STAND IT at ATTENTION like a soldier should JOE"  He didn't know who came over her, or if this was really her intentions but he did as she said, she was the "Doc" as he called her  as she  began licking, her fingers she found her friend clit as she began rubbing it vigorously,  Joe's soldier was standing at attention, for what it felt like for hours, she scooted her ass and body back, towards him  she climbed onto his soldier  saying "Yes i'm  your doctor soldier, but you my good friend are being saluted"  as she began bobbing up and down on it slow at first Joe grabbed her hips and began slamming her down harder and harder, each time  she was brought back down her eyes filled with ecstacy she was never for drugs but if this was his drug she was going to become an addict.   "Im going to fucking cum, all over this couch you're going to have to answer to your friends, and mine what happened with this stain on this couch, what are you going to tell them? Doc.... Doc....Oh Oh Oh Shiiii Shiiii. you better come first before me because if i ohhhh shiii keep riding keep riding, I'm comi I'm comi joe, I -- Oh--- Joe-- My god your dick feels so good, just like the first time... ohhhh myyy goddddd doc this was one of the best fucks i've had".  Just minutes after they both came, they collapsed on the couch, noticed the time on the clock that read  2:59AM.  It was almost 3am  they ruined the couch, but felt content about it laying breathless joe found himself burried behind her, as she layed looking at the ceiling,  finally saying  " Tree in that corner, in front of the window, something for us to look at, when we have another round down here? Or tree  in the other  window area. Joe cleared his throat and said  JoJo always liked it in front of the window in front of us" She smiled and said me too. It was  almost 3:10 by the time they stopped talking, Joe kissed her neck  and grabbed her breast gave it a small squeeze she grabbed his hand and held it in place  " You uh like this?  "  Joe smiled,  she nodded and soon fell asleep with him holding her breast.

10:15AM ( Next Morning... Tree Day) They weren't awake fully. but they we're awake enough to hear Joelle,   "Shes awake..... I wonder if she knows where we are she usually hates when i'm not in my room she gets scared thinking i'm  gone and left her".  Joe said, as he called out  "JoJo daddys down here, in the living room come here JoJo."  joJo   stood up at the top of the stairs,  laughing, as she was coming downstairs she was hauling every damn barbie and accessory in the matel world.   " KEN. COME ON. SIT in the car. put your seatbelt on little boy we're going for a RIIIIIIIDE" There went ken by himself  down the stairs, flying by Joe  as joe, rubbed his eyes,  he noticed ken  heading straight for the fireplace.  he yelled  "JOELLE. get ken out of the fire. he's almost heading straight  for his jersey shore tan"  she came flying down the stairs yelling  "KENNNNNNNNNN I told you to wear your seat belt. SHEEEEEESH"  Addi was sitting up covering herself with the blanket giving, joe some blanket, for his bottom naked  gorgeous self.  "Good morning Addy Daddy." she said leaving, to rescue her other barbie accessories,  " Addy do you ever have barbies? i have a lot. don't i daddy.."  Joe dozed off, after saving Ken from his almost fired body,  Addy leaned in and  kissed Joe's pec softly biting the skin, " Mmmmmm we close Doc"  She  shook her head no, he grunted and opened his eyes, to Joelle sitting down in front of the  fireplace, playing barbies.. " What do you guys like for breakfast?"  Addy asked , Joe looked over at her and smiled  Addi ignored his selfish grin, and  suggested  omlettes she was pulling her undies on,  pajama bottoms,  she wore her calvin klein  sports bra that fit her 32 B  nips that joe was just on. She got up, careful to not step over the barbie's set up  " Hey Joelle, I hate to upset you. but we're going to get our tree, here in a while  you can set up barbie world camp  all in that corner of the living room because the tree is going right here" Joelle  got up, announced "ALL BARBIES OF ANOAI, WORLD CAMP. please, drive carefully but we're moving camp. PACK IT UP  Skipper!"  she was so animated with everything she did, Addi just loved watching her, she reminded her of herself at that age, her life was filled with babysitters, and babysitter boyfriends whom she admired, Joe laughed as he was motioning himself to put his pajama pants on  "Hey daddy, why are you moving like that..."  Oh this? I'm just trying to find the remote, I was going to turn on the cartoons for you, and go help Addi in the kitchen.  Joelle just smiled,  " hey you two. your omlettes are ready..  come get em'" Joe smiled and got up,  grabbed his plate and put it on,  the table as he grabbed Joelle's  " Joelle come to the table eat, please leave skipper and the barbies over there. come on please." Addi said Joelle shot up, and walked to the table, as they ate their breakfast  they cleaned their plates and decided to go get dressed and go out for their tree.

1:00 PM-6:00PM "Hi, welcome to Spritz Farms, I'm John Spritz. anything you guys looking for in particular? please let me know. We have 17 lots full of all types of different trees, when your ready we can have a driver take you out to the fields to pick your tree, here's a brocheer for the list of trees and, prices have a great time!" Joe smiled and thanked   him.  Addi was taking all this in, her family never got a tree, it was always a fake tree she was so excited Joe invited her to do this, she was so anxious and so happy to get a real tree with a real family. Joe got a hold of John, and asked to be taken out to the  fraiser furr section,   "Yeah Mr. Anoai what can i help you with?" Yeah, i think we want to check out the fraiser furr selection.  Joe said, as he picked Joelle up, they followed John out to the sleigh ride that would take them  about 1.2 miles out of the front area,  "We have about  30-40 Fraiser furr 's we were a little concerened with  how they would do this year,  i had about 20 last year and they didn't do much for me. But i was over pleased with them this year, I have anything from 5ft to about 7 to about 8 ft." Joe nodded, Joelle was looking around everywhere, she was  shy,  but thanked Jon for the ride out, they went down a few rows before coming to about a 7" gorgeous dark green tree a  few were a little, lighter color green, but found a gorgeous dark one.  Joe called out to John,  " Yeah John i think we got her. This is the one. Yeah this is our first tree. as a family. Thank you" As they we're brought back with their tree on the trailer, Joelle was clapping her hands saying " Santa is going to love our tree. he's gonna wanna hang out at our house fo  sure! YAY YAY" Joe laughed as he held Andi's hand she smiled.   they got the tree home, as addi grabbed, her big rubbermaid from the basement  Joe's eyes widened  "Andi what are those?"  Christmas Ornaments from my house,  Joe can you open the door for me. he did,  as joelle, brought out 5 ornaments  "These are what daddy puts on the tree, I made them all."  she said  As Andi opened the container lid,  Joelle smiled and said " WOAHH BARBIE BAZZOOKA THATS A LOT.  SHE HAS A BARBIE PINK JEEP ORNAMENT DADDY CHECK THIS OUT!"   Just when Joe thought  he could love her   his love just  went up about 20+ points like he was playing super  mario!   " You didn't have to bring all these but thank you." he said.  " OH YEA" SHE DID. LOOK AT ELMO riding on a bike HAHA" ooh and a monkey eating a banana he's silly"   Andi mouthed " She ever read curious george"?  Joe shook his head "No".   Joelle over heard, " curious george" his name is curious george,   whats that?  she said   " Next time we're back at my place I'll let you look at my books of him. i have tons"  Joelle asked   "Do you have a baby back home?"  Andi smiled, and said Nope i just saved all my childhood favorites,  Joelle smiled and continued looking through  the boxes..   "Hey Daddy here's papa, papa is an ornament". Joe father was in the WWF and at a time, the WWF had WWF ornaments well, Sika was  nice enough to stand for  10 hours to get in paint and be airbrushed  for an ornament.   Oh Man, dad would tell us all the time, he hated  doing these beause it was for like hours on end just standing. cool you got some. i dont think my  mom kept much."   Joe went and grabbed, the lights to plug in the lights he started, to put the white lights, on  as  Joelle and Andi  put the ornaments on the tree.  Just then  Joe's phone rang  " Hey Oh Hey Uce yeah we're here you spying on us? For sure come on over. yeah i'll see you then. she'll be happy to see ya for sure!"   Jon? babe  Andi said, Yeah  " Hey Joelle, Jon and a special friend of his are coming over that cool with you"?  Joe  mouthed "S A N T  A " with a big grin on his face,  Joelle went back to her barbies as she was playing, Jon pulled up in the driveway, " Yo Uce! "  JONNNNNNNNNY yelled Joelle,  "JoJo my girl what kind of pink madness happened to your dads place. whos all these people."    Joelle, laughed  "BARBIEEEEEEEE MADNESS DUH Jon" Jon cracked a joke to joe,  You diggin in your  girly side aye. couldn't get enough of it when your sister had all this shiiii-  now you got it x4."  Joe laughed and said "What can i say my check goes to Matel"  Jon laughed and shook his head " you in way too deep bro"  Addi laughed and said   he sure is sometimes   leaving jon and joe hysterically laughing.  I uh was coming over just to see if ya'll wanted to go get a pizza or something.   joelle   sparked into the conversation, and said  "my barbies,werejust going to make a pizza this is crazzyy", as jon laughed and said  that he spoke fluently in barbie matel language,  Andi, was in the kitchen at the table working on her garland for the mantel and finishing her wreath for the door,  Jon called her Ms Pinterest or Mis Board poster, whatever you all ladies spend hours doing at night while we're sleeping. the wreath had  little red berries  all over it the garland just had  white lights with  buffalo red plaid bows, It was almost 6:00 and Jon and Joe we're hungry especially Joe,  "Man i'm starving, especially since this morning. you gonna be ready soon Andi?"  Jon looked at Joe, as joe made mention to the couch, Jon's eyes widened  and said " In Front of Barbie Madness"  common uce!  "Not in front of skipper! shes innocent!!"  Joe  laughed and said  no, but "Barbie Madness uh aye woke us up thats for sure. We almost had a fire, with the barbie earlier.. Right joelle" Joelle, was quietly playing with her barbies  Jon laughed and "Said and you caught the barbie, before  she was toast in the nudde? or what uce?"  Joe sighed and said  " Uce, i'm doomed for anywhere i'm gonna be with her, she  has this intention to just play "SURPRISE" on us, but its kinda fun to be walked in on in a way. I  dont know uce kinda gives me a challenge to try." Jon shook his head, and said " Yeah a challenge to scar your young child, that's so samoan of you."  Guys! where are we going for dinner, i need to know what to wear, Andi called out from the bathroom downstairs,  " Well what you got on now, mama"? Joe asked playfully,  "I can't tell you when Joelle is inches away from you come here Joe." Joe  proudly walked in the bathroom,  "How about this, top and these black leggins so i can wear, my black boots,"  Joe smirked, and gave her a kiss on her neck and whispered " better have that black thong, and  black bra on too. when we get home, you're getting it!" but yeah babe you look good, its just pizza  hun get dressed you have two samoans who are hungry  and uh ones a little hungrier, for what he just witnessed.

8:00 PM The tree was lit, the outdoor reindeer were lit,  They we're just getting back, from dinner Joelle wanted to stay up and watch frosty and  the christmas carol with the muppetts  Joe told her, since she was a good girl all day and did well at the christmas tree farm she could watch both shows in the basement, because  addi, jon,  and jimmy, with trinity were going to come over, and talk for awhile and that Jon was going to go and get his brother and the kids, and bring them over so Joelle had friends to play with She was happy with that and was excited to have a sleep over. YAY MIRACLE is coming too!!   HEY HEY  now i never said sleep over JoJo  JoJo smiled, and said yeah but now all the barbies are leaving your house. your  too boring  for them they bought a basement condo with air conditioning "  Joe was happy about the barbies moving out. " See ya barbs. been nice knowing ya up here, thanks for the great wake up call and sorry uh about the almost fire  blaze to ya."     Instantly he froze. and mouthed OH SHIT BLITZEN!   Joe booked it upstairs, to decorate  in Joelle's room to only find Addi up there completely tearing Joelle's bedroom apart  " If this wasn't my daughters room i'd fuck you right here  in front of this mirror right here... until you fell over on the ground, if you know  what i mean".  Addi laughed, JOE  not every place requires hot fucking sex with you, some places need to be kept holy and sacred". Joe laughed,  "Yeah like my bedroom,and the living room needs to be sprayed with holy water, this looks crazy she's gonna love it, but i'm gonna fucking hate to clean it!"-- Addi said  "Here, write a letter, i was thinking of saying, " oops i found your room i was looking for a book to read, Im sorry i got it messy  but i want to see if you can take directions, and clean like a good girl" but write it joe in a messy handwriting.  Joe laughed and said the  letter was fine,  and that they needed to get out of her room before she figures something out,  " Come on lets go  to our room-- I uh  uh mean mine,  She smiled and said   " I Liked it as when you said it was ours baby".    Joe called JoJo upstairs, "Hey JoJo come on up here, almost time for bed sweetie, lets pick a book out and read,  come on sweetie,"  She came running,  and said she was getting kinda tired,  Joe said miracle would be coming soon and  that they would be sleeping in Joelle's room,  Just  then Miracle came through the door,  "Hey Mira we're upstairs, here.."  MIRA i have all my barbies in their condo its downstairs, but maybe we can go down there, instead of sleeping in my room..  as joe thought to himself. she right, ha her room is a mess with a captiol M!  as JoJo walked in her room her eyes lit up, "  BLITZEN!!!!!!!! WOAH. daddy look in here, WOAH he went wild. OH MY GOSH!"  Joe said " I really hope blitzen offers a cleaning company."  JoJo laughed and said ME TOO DADDY.  as the girls went downstairs  to play with the barbies, Joe went through the tornado, to grab blankets,  and pillows for the girls,  the girls  we're laughing playing barbies, as joe threw blankets  on the floor,   "JoJo tent or sleeping bags..?" Joe was praying she said tent  because   he already had her tent up from the last time; in a corner,  " Yeah daddy my tent. Yeah" joe mouthed " good choice!". he set up the tent, and told the girls it was bed time and that they would have plenty of time to play all day tomorrow and tomorrow night as Jojo gave her daddy a hug and kiss. the girls crawled in the tent, and we're out within minutes! Joe turned the lights off, and left the bathroom light on as he went upstairs   everyone was getting ready to leave Jon and Trinity we're tired  and jey was only home for an hour, so he was exhausted, they all agreed they would hang out  the next day.

Next Morning ,9:45AM Somewhere, in between the night, the girls had a cookie party, pizza party, and a cheese and cracker lunchable party thank god Joelle only knows how to use the microwave and the pizzas were microwaveable. Joe was up first, as he came downstairs, he unplugged the tree, turned the t.v off,  and made his way into the kitchen,  he wasn't hungry but he had to have something, " Damn i gotta get groceries, we're almost out of everything." As he found, a plate of his mom's biscuit and gravy he decided to warm that up, and empty out his and addi's wine glasses that were left from the night before,  just as the microwave stopped beeping, he heard tiny footsteps,  " I really hope blitzen, isn't causinig trouble, he really kinda made my dad upset." Joelle said, as she made her way into the kitchen, there was blitzen with a cup of coffee and a donut, with a mess on the kitchen, and a note that read " Hi Girls, and fiends donuts are my favorite, Sorry i made a mess, hope you have a great day today with your family!- Love Blitzen." As the girls laughed joe,  smiled and said  "hes been crazy busy here in this household aye"  Just then Addi came down wearing joe's sweats and a tank top, looking beautiful as ever, he asked her if she slept well, and if he woke her he was sorry. she smiled, and said  "I slept, really well until, i couldn't feel you around me. I knew you had left,  so i thought i had better clean up, and help with the girls. but here you are." he smiled and said he would never leave any of  them, not now not ever, as they decided they would lay around the house, for awhile  and then  they we're possibly going to go to Joe's parents.   "Hey Joelle, we're going over to grandma' and papa's you ok with that?" She smiled, yeah maybe blitzen will, be there too, joe laughed and said  " I think blizten has enough to worry about being here, but who knows maybe he's already there, maybe he has a friend."  as joe and, andi and joelle and mira, all got in joe's car they headed over to Joe's parents.

** Joe's parents** "Wow, your parents house is beautiful Joe. is this where you grew up? The decorations are pretty too  Addi said. Joe nodded, "been here all my life, ever  since May 25th, 1985, well you know, since childhood- etc moving out was rough of  course but its' so nice living in my own house, with you and my little girl."  Joe's parents we're outside, sitting on the porch having a cup of coffee " Leati my boy. Leati, how are things how are you." Sika said to his son, as he stood up to greet him  "doing well pops, doing well.  Pa this is Addison, she is a nurse that helps with the company."   It's nice to finally meet you sir.  he smiled, as they all took a seat, enjoying the talks. the  kids were all out back in the spacious yard,    as patti began to say, " you know,  we have been thinking of selling the house,  the yard is just becoming too much for your dad, and with you being out of the house we just..  As sika interrupted  " WE ARE NOT SELLING. we are fine, i am fine and that is it."   It was hard for him to want to  just give up, he didn't want to just up and move he did that all his life, with his parents and 12 brothers and sisters when he finally came to tampa he was ready to settle. " You know, Joe your great grandma tried i mean hell  she only tried because she cared and you know, thats where i get my try from. and whatever she says about the yard, well the yard is the only thing i can control and i  want to keep at it. they say  never keep a man down from what he loves. well don't you dare tell me i can't get out in my yard this is my yard!" Addi, and joe began to laugh  as addi said, "Now i know  where you get the " This is my yard" line from, joe shrugged his shoulders and said  "only from the best."   I have the perfect dinner set up,  how about my  homeade nachos and tacos, for my boy and his girls, patti suggested " Oh mom. that sounds delicious. I am so down for homeade man my mom makes the best tacos i don't know  how she does it. but i leave here, sometimes crawling"  and sometimes he doesn't leave, patti said.

The nachos' we're made with ground beef, as normal but  with  homeade picante sauce, sour cream, fresh jalopeno slices,  enchilada seasoning, and a few other spices.  Whenever joe would come from college, his mom would always make a big plateful for him enough to take back to college. Joe was considered the baby, and "BABY" is what he got anything joe wanted, his mom made sure her baby got. As they ate, joe became full   " Oh mom, these are fantastic. i cannot eat another bite. I simply cannot, even eat another." Don't over do it leati,  i am  making you take these home that is if you do  go home,  she laughed.  As joe began to yawn, he made his way to the couch for a nap as addi helped clean up, with patti and sika, she to began to yawn,  "Oh hunny. why don't you go over there on the couch, and take a nap with joe. We have this, covered really we do. I was thinking, of taking the kids down to the shopping mall, and to the new  christmas tree  elf movie". If you  think you can handle joe in his own child hood home, we only will be gone for about a few hours. I wanted to buy joe some presents, with him always lurking i can't possibly do anything, without him knowing a single thing.  Sika went out to the garage to move  few things, and get the car ready.   Addi, smiled and said "he is a good cuddler, not that you need to know that, but he really takes care of me makes me feel like a part of the family". As patti smiled she said  " Oh i know all about joe's hugs, cuddles and comfort. I raised him to be like that, It's just too bad Galina only wanted the money out of  him." Addi stood firm with her next comment " I never wanted, Joe's money. If it meant anything, and no harm to you or to him or your beautiful family. I was scared to even take his phone call. I was terrified to be honest to even see him. because patti, i deep down inside truthfuly speaking, I Love Leati I do. I love him when he has $0.00 in his bank account I love him when he's so mad that he can't perform  out on the road, I love him whene he wakes me up with a glass of water.I love his daughter as if we layed down one night and made her. But Patti i'm so greatful i answered his phone call."  Patti's eyes teared up with tears as she began, to cry Addi pulled her in for a hug, as patti whispered in her ear  " Thank you for being his safe place, now enough tears a mom can't possibly cry over her handsomelittle baby, go get some rest with joe. go  enjoy his embrace, his love, his heart and most importantly his family."  As addi  smiled she did just that and soon fell asleep, to a peaceful heart beating calm samoan.

GUYS THIS CHAPTER WAS SO LONG.  Hope everyone enjoys! :D Stay tuned for chapter 4.

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MAKE ME 01

Jimin x Reader

Word count:3140

Summary: You have everything in your life planned out ever since you’re in high school. But life is such a playful little shit, she pulled you into the world of the ‘untouchables’, if she wasn’t cruel enough, you’d became the favorite of your least favorite person, Park Jimin. (Or is he?)

Warnings: cursing 

Themes: Romance, Angst, Fluff

“Ugh.” you responded to the loud ringing of your phone. You tried to locate it using only your sense of touch until you found it.

“Hello?” you answered without looking who’s on the other line.

You groaned when you heard a very familiar voice. – your mother’s.

“Hello, mom.” You greeted the other line.

She tried to conceal her worried tone with a simple nag about your waking habit.

[Y/N, it’s past 7, you have a class at 8 starting next week. You don’t want us visiting you there because of tardiness, right?]

“Mom, it’s only Saturday. And yes, I won’t be late. I have more than enough alarms here already.” You stopped talking and walk towards your door and slowly open to let the noise of a busy hallway reach the other line. Then you pressed your phone again to your ear.

“See?”

[Alright, I am convinced now. Have you met your roommate yet?”]

You answered a ‘yes, she is nice.’

but a short flashback played on your head.

[FLASHBACK]

It was your first day in the busy streets of the city, your parents rented a van for the convenience and ‘safety’ of your trip. You were wowed by the beautiful infrastructures that greeted your eyes, different establishments that are close to each other. After a couple of hours, you finally reached the dorm that you’ll be staying at.

You’ve settled already but your roommate was nowhere to be seen. You occupied the left side of the room because there’s a police tape fencing the right side with a note that says:

        MINE. DON’T TOUCH ANYTHING. I WILL KNOW IF YOU DO. – xZx

Your parents left and it’s already dark so you decided to sleep early.

Several hours to your slumber, you heard someone’s in your room. You panicked. 

You tried to slowly open your eyes trying to adjust in the light source that you only have which is the lamp post from afar. Then you heard somebody curse. You immediately open your bedside lamp and you saw a someone’s back, wearing all black which made you scream. The ‘entity’ walked towards you and flicked your forehead which made you realize that it’s not a ghost. But a breathing human being.

“Nice to meet you too. I’m Z.” She extended her hand and you looked at it like it was some kind of alien limb. She sighed and took the initiative to get your hand and slightly shake it. She returned to her side of the room and you decided to sleep, leaving your lamp turned on.

When you wake up, your roommate was not there and haven’t returned yet since then.

You returned form that flashback when your mother suggested that you try to make friends as early as possible so you can enjoy school more. You’re about to sigh when you heard your dad’s voice on the background, you smiled.

[Honey, how are you?]

“Dad! I’m fine. How’s the store?”

“The store’s fine dear. Don’t worry. Have you adjusted? Did you explore the area already?” he asked continiously asked.

You answered each question properly and you told him that you plan on exploring the vicinity of the school so you’ll know the whereabouts of different places. When you told him that, your mom suddenly spoke, giving you reminders like turning off the lights when not being used, unplugging your phone’s charger, making sure that the tap’s not leaking when you close it, and such. Your father on the background added locking all windows and doors everytime.

You just said your “yes” to all of those reminders.

[Honey, we called just to check okay? I hope you have fun there.] your mother said. You heard your father shouted, [NO BOYS Y/N!]

You let a soft chuckle.”Tell Potchi I miss him.”

[Will do love.] your mom responded.

After the exchange of ‘i love yous’, the other line was disconnected. You stood up, stretched and decided to get ready for your ‘exploration’. You made sure that every reminder of your parents was followed. You checked everything before leaving. When everything’s okay, you head out.

You left your small, cozy hometown  with a dream of becoming a (your dream profession). Your parents disagreed at first but of course, they knew better. So they’re doing doing their best to pay for your expenses now that you’re in the city. You’ve been here for two weeks and since Its the last weekend before the start of the school year, you wanted to familiarize yourself on your new home for the next couple of years. 

It takes 10 minutes of walking from the dorm to the school. You now calculate the time it’ll took for you from your first class from your dorm. After an hour, you have familiarized yourself with the campus buildings, what classes and what room will you enter, you figured out that your first class, which in the farthest building from your dorm will take another 15 minutes.. You typed notes in your phone so when the time comes, you can get back to it later.

You decided to check the nearby establishments to check where you can eat, or hang out. You passed a chicken restaurant, several fast foods, then you found a cozy looking coffee shop. As you open the door, a bell chimes and automatically, a greeting came your way.

A handsome barista whos holding a cloth and a cup looks at you with a smile.

You can’t help but to be a little embarassed but you managed to respond.

“Hi.” You decided to sit down on one of the stools near him. You looked at the interiors of the cafe’. A mixture of metal and wood. Blacks, browns, whites and occasional pink things. Pink is not really your color but it somewhat compliment the place. Your concentration was taken away when the barista spoke.

“What can I get you?” he asked your way. But the benefit of the doubt in your system is present so you assumed that he’s not talking to you. You looked around until you realized that it was you he was talking to.

You blushed.

“Uh, a large iced mocha, please.”

“Coming right up.” He said. As he create your order, he started talking to you.

“You’re new.” He said simply, with a small smile on his lips, he glanced at you.

Your surprised reaction was a giveaway, so he responded again.

“I know my customers. The regulars and the new ones.” He said.  “...Freshman maybe?” he continued while blending your coffee.

“Yes.”

He just smiled at your response.

Several minutes has passed, your order’s now complete, he placed your order in front of you but with a little extra. You noticed that he added a small plate of marshmallows. You looked at his direction with a confused look. He’s now cleaning the blender and other utensils he used to make your coffee.

“Excuse me... I didn’t order this?” you called his attention politely.

He smiled again, he replied “It’s on the house. Consider that as a welcome gift.”

“Thanks.” You started enjoying your food.

When you’re finished you stood up and went to the counter which is a few steps away from your seat.

“How’s the coffee and mallows?” as he presses buttons on the cash register.

“Delicious.” You smiled.

He smiled back. He handed you your change and you smiled at him and said

“Uh, thank you for the mallows again..” you looked at his nameplate which reads Jin “..”Jin.”

“See you soon. I hope you’ll be one of the familar faces this year.”

Then you left. You added that coffee shop to your ‘must visit regularly’ place in your head.

A couple of hours passed, it was already 2 in the afternoon and you felt your feet getting tired. You’ve managed to ride a bus from the nearest shopping district without getting lost and you mentally tapped your shoulder for that. Now you’re riding  a bus to your dorm.

When you reached your dorm, you greeted it with an “I’m home”, you held your heart due to shock when someone responded.

She flicked your forehead again making you realize that it was your roommate. She guided you to the small living room for you to sit down, giving you a chocolate drink. She plopped down on the single seater couch, lazily turning towards you.

“When will be the time that you won’t either scream or almost die because I tried greeting you?” she asked flatly.

You felt embarassed so you looked down muttering a ‘sorry’ and it actually sounded like a squeak.

She chuckled.

“I’m kidding. So yeah, let’s formalize this thing. Hello. My name is Z, it’s my third year in this school, a major in childhood education and minor in psychology.”

You looked at her, quite impressed in her chosen field 

“Oh, i’m Y/N I’m a freshman taking up (your course/ dream course). You shook hands.  You looked at her, she’s pretty. she’s wearing a black tank top with a band’s logo and an acid washed shorts.

“Ooh. Good choice. So, I assume you’re trying to familiarize yourself with the school and other places right? Okay. Let me give you my own discovered shortcuts and shit. Oh before that wait. Lemme order take-out. Don’t worry, it’s on me. Whaddya wanna eat?” she asks casually.

When you didn’t respond immediately, she stepped outside and ordered.

While waiting for food, she told you her ‘rules’ regarding the use of stuffs around the room. She was the one who basically brought almost every utensil in the kitchen and she bought stuff for the bathroom. She assured you that whatever’s on your side of the room will be kept untouched until you have permission to do so, same as hers. Right after your agreement, there’s a knock on the door and it’s food.

While eating as to what you consider early dinner, she let you see her handmade map of the university area. She let you sign first an ‘agreement’ that you will not tell anybody these secret shortcuts or it won’t be convenient anymore.  And you agreed.

You’ve learned a lot in the hours spent with Z, and you actually think that she’s really nice. You’re both watching Iron Man movie when her phone buzzed.  She immediately ran towards your shared bedroom and when she returned, she brought with her her guitar case, a duffel bag and zoomed towards the door. She locked it behind not looking back as if you didn’t exist. You just let an ‘oh well’ in your head, trying to focus your attention back to the movie.

You accidentally dozed off, when you checked the time, it’s already 10 in the evening and your roommate Z, hasn’t returned yet. You felt a pang of hunger so you decided to go to the convenience store since it’s the nearest establishment from the dorm.

You bought one of those tasty looking packed food that’s microwaveable and of course, your favorite ‘convenience store’ hot dog on a bun that you can only taste every once a month (or maybe two) because the nearest convenience store from home is about 30 minutes away. By bus.

You left the convenience store while eating a strawberry flavored yougurt ice cream.

You returned home but still no sign of Z.

You just watched TV again, now animated movie ‘Up’ is on. After the movie, you returned to your room and noticed that Z left something on your desk.

A note that contains her phone number and several chocolate bars.

You smiled and kept the note, you’ll save that tomorrow.

Your entire Sunday was spent in preparing your things, planning what will you wear for tomorrow, packing stuff in your backpack. Checking and repeating such for about a hundred times just to ‘make sure’ that everything is okay and you only have to wait for Monday itself.

You paused and let yourself relax. You don’t need to make this a big deal. It’s just first day of school.

So you exhaled slowly.

You remembered Z’s note so you quickly got the note and dialling the number. The first few tries were directing you to voicemail so you decided to check on her through text.

You wasted your last day of vacation in watching random anime and movies. Night came and a call from your parents made you smile and face palm at the same time. It’s actually a video call and it’s your dad.

“Hi, hi.” You greeted him.

He asked you again basic things and you tried to be as normal as possible, avoiding eye rolling and sighs.

Your dad says goodnight and passed it on to your mom. You shared what you did yesterday morning with an exception with the encounter of a handsome barista. Then your mother finally said that she misses you a lot. You returned her worries by assuring her that you’ll take care of yourself and will be in touch often. You ended the call and continued watching some more. You tried waiting for Z until 10PM but she didn’t showed up so you called it a night and sleep.

You woke up annoyed because the sunlight is in your face. Then you suddenly sat and checked the time.

7:35AM.

“SHIT!” you literally screamed and rush towards the bathroom for a reaaallly quick shower. You managed to do that in just 5 minutes. You ditched your ‘planned outfit’ and wore jeans, shirt, and sneakers, grabbing your backpack along the way. You took your time in locking the door but rushed towards the elevators for the first time because you are running late.

You checked your watch for every second spent in the elevator, counting down how many more minutes you have left before making a negative impression not just to your classmates but with your professor as well.

You now jog towards the university when you saw a hughe number of students same as you, entering the school premises. But almost all of the students you see are just chill. While you’re panicking. Now running towards the  building  of your first class when you saw a flash of red approaching you.

A speeding car was in front of you. Fear took over your senses.

You froze.

Suddenly somebody grabbed you from behind, making you fall on your butt. The speeding car blared it’s horn and sped up. You looked around, nobody seems to be paying attention to you or the incident. You then realized that whoever did that saved your life. You remembered that you’re running late so you ran again, forgetting the shock that you have.

You’ve reached your classroom, a few minutes earlier than you expected. You’re actually late. But as you peeked, several students were inside the room already but still no teacher. You entered the room. you chose to sit in the left side, choosing to be in what you think the ‘middle’ part of the rows. Not in the front, not at the back.

You let out a sigh, trying to calm your nerves after that cardio and ‘almost accident’.

You were distracted by a fit of high noted giggles and the room was suddenly filled by a strong scent of sweet – smelling perfume. They were seated at the back, two rows from you to be specific. one seat apart from each other. You find this weird. They were spritzing a bottle of that perfume everywhere. Then you overheard them talking.

“I can’t wait to see where would Jimin sit.”

“Like he’s gonna choose you.” The other one said.

“Yeah yeah whatever.” She replied.

As the minute passed, the vacant seats in front are now occupied. Even at the back.

Then someone entered, you assumed that this is your professor. A few minutes into the introductions, she was called so another round for chitchat.

You noticed that nobody was seated beside you on both sides. Not that you mind but it kinda felt lonely. You observed the people in front of you starting making friends.

Again, you were distracted by one of the girls at the back.

“He’s here, he’s coming.” One on the farthest left said.

“Girls, behave normal okay?” one holding the perfume earlier said.

You faced front, still no sign of your professor so you started pulling out your phone. You texted Z in the hopes that she’ll reply and that she’s okay. You sent a short message to both of your parents, completely oblivious of what’s happening around you. You heard murmurs and such then you saw someone opening the door in the front, earning gasps and squeals at the back. Someone entered your classroom, he’s wearing a gray hoodie sweatshirt. You don’t actually see his face. He went infront, looking for a seat. You don’t really mind so  you continued typing your message to your father when you realized someone sat beside you. When the message was sent, you shoved your phone in your bag.

You slowly looked to your right, nobody’s there.

You looked in front, still no teacher, and that’s the time you looked at the person to your left.

His hoodie covering most of his head, for a second you’re suspecting he’s bald. But what surprised you was that  he’s already looking at you, with a smirk on his lips.

So you just looked in front.

You saw his smile grew wider through your peripheral vision.

Your teacher returned and started collecting your class cards again.

In the middle of the discussion, he tried passing notes to you.

You declined because you’re serious about what your professor is saying but he keeps on doing it until you accept that piece of paper.

You unfold it and read:

I think you owe me something.

You were surprised but you fight the urge of responding until the professor ended the discussion. As the other students leave the room you returned the piece of paper into him.

“I don’t understand, what are you talking about?” you questioned him.

He stood up, and smiled at you. In a swift motion, his lips were on your ear. And wisphered: Walk inside the pavement. Be careful. Then he ruffled your hair and left.

You stood there in shock because of so many things that happened in  that short span of time.

You slowly made your way to your next class not knowing that there are several envious pairs of eyes staring at you, witnessing what happened between you and that boy.

|Chapter 2>>|

[A/N]

Hello!

First of all, thank you for reading. 

 It took me tons amount of courage to post this. I am new to this but sooo many writers inspired me to write, and several people convincied me to push (post/publish) this.  This is my first fanfic so yeah I hope y’all stick around and enjoy it. Please let me now your thoughts! My ask/DM is open.

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