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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 2 years

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It’s Over, Isn’t It?

Pairing(s): One sided!Natasha Romanoff x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: character death, angst, steven universe song used heavily

Words: 2731

Summary: Her love had always been one-sided; there had once been hope for something to blossom before Bucky came into the picture. Now you were gone. Natasha still couldn't bring herself to move on from the past. Based on the song from Steven Universe by the same name as the title.

Bitterness sat heavily in her chest. Sorrow eating away at her as she wallows in her pain. Looking over the vast city of New York riddled with endless city lights that polluted and blocked the pitiful stars above. How many more years would she continue this vicious cycle of torturing herself? Especially on the same day each year. She wished she could've said she was above all of this, take actual claim to her statement 'love is for children.' If it were true then she was but mere sniveling child. Natasha knew it was a waste of her energy. Every time she tried to convince herself the red headed assassin couldn't prevent the burning image of (y/n) that managed to slip into her mind. Those sweet, endearing smiles she'd tilt towered the Russian agent when the job was finally done; exhausted but pleased to have successfully finished the mission. Sweat that made her (h/c) tresses plaster against her flushed (s/t) skin. Natasha's affections for (y/n) were always inconvenient. She was doomed the moment she met the young (y/n) (l/n), beautiful like a vengeful Greek goddess.

"You must be Agent Romanoff. About time you finally got here!" You grinned from ear-to-ear, cleaning blood off your knife on your pants. Walking over a body on the ground you hold out your hand politely to her. "Agent (l/n)."

"I know. I read your profile." Her languid hands shake is wary. "It looks like you have everything under control though."

You chuckle and shake your head bashfully. "Not really. I actually got shot in my leg and there's like five more of these assholes around the corner. So you should probably start shooting right-"

A clatter of footsteps and clanging guns hitting against hips interrupt you.

"-now."

". . . What?"

Natasha found herself staring vehemently at her own reflection in the glass. Casually nursing on a rather strong alcoholic concoction that Tony had put together in her hour of need. Everyone knew the significance of today and left her alone and even allowed her to the top-shelf liquor. A solemn smile tugs at her full lips, remembering (y/n) pounding back shots of Jager Bombs while a crowed cheered around her, managing only a few lucid minutes for they all hit her like a freight train. Tony's party grew even more loud, vibrant with cheers for (y/n) who swayed dangerously on her feet triumphantly smirking; Natasha could only groan at the morning she would have.

"Aw Nat, lighten up! It's a party!" obnoxiously loud, you giggled and held on to her shoulder. Of course over the blaring music it was necessary. Natasha had a secure grip on your elbows, preparing to lead you away until you became dead weight and pull against her. "Nooo I wanna dance!"

"You can hardly stand let alone dance (y/n). You over did it."

Puffing out your cheeks you pull out of Natasha's hold. "You sound like my mother." At the sight of a particularly handsome man that was eyeing you in the most delightful way across the dance floor you grin wickedly and smooth out your skirt.

Natasha could only watch your retreating back, hips swinging to the rhythm of the music. Glaring daggers at the man who ate you up. Hands roaming over the curves and swells of your body, each touch filled with lust. When any man approached her with the same objective and enchanting smiles they received an icy shoulder from Natasha. Even snapping at Clint when he made a joke that hit her right where it hurt. Green eyes trained protectively on (y/n). Natasha knew that this fling wouldn't last, they never did. Being a SHIELD agent made it difficult to maintain any kind of romantic relationship.

I was fine

With the men who would come into her life now and again

I was fine

'Cause I knew that they didn't really matter-

Until you

"Natasha!" Your relieved smile recharged Natasha's battle weary body. You had not been allowed to bring in Bucky Barnes, by request of Natasha. She was -has always- been aware of how dangerous Bucky could become if he lost control of himself. Which he did thanks to Zemo. Even though she knew you were capable of protecting yourself, Natasha couldn't bear the thought of you being hurt in the chance that you dropped your guard for a second.

Natasha welcomed your warm embrace with a tired, content sigh. Her smile hidden by your shoulder, your (h/c) locks tickling her cheek. But your body seemed to freeze. Lips going to Natasha's ear you whisper "Is that him? Barnes?"

Ending the hug there, Nat turns to glance behind her. Bucky, with his dark, wild long hair that hung around his face, stared with shadow rimmed eyes. Not at her, but at you. Steve clasps Bucky's shoulder and clears his throat.

"(y/n), this is Bucky Barnes. You don't have to worry about him being. . . Compromised." Carefully selecting the last word Steve addresses Bucky. "And this is Agent (y/n) (l/n). You can trust her, Buck."

There was something in your expression that Nat couldn't help but notice because it eerily mirrored Bucky's. It wasn't a slow decent for either of you. Despite Bucky's circumstances and past, you couldn't prevent yourself from being attracted to him; falling in love so quickly as you did. Love. It made you blush. To Natasha's horror the feeling was mutual with the former Winter Soldier. He still guarded himself, after all he'd been through, recent events heightened this, it would take time to return to who he was. But he'd manage, Steve would help him. And a part of him hoped you would as well if you were willing to look beyond the terrible things he'd done while under Soviet control. Feelings he hadn't felt in ages took him by surprise, full throttle.

I was fine

When you came and we fought like it was all some silly game

Over her, who'd she choose

After all those years I never thought I'd lose

"Stop it Natasha!" You snap at her and shield Bucky with your smaller body. "It's not his fault! You should know better than anyone what he's going through!"

Your rebuttal stings her deeply. What was even worse was the scowl sent straight at her. Spiteful (e/c) spikes that were flared with heat that scorched Natasha. A panting Bucky, calming down after an episode, concentrates on your gentle hand on his metallic arm that had just punched several holes in the wall and nearly landed a punch on you. The reason why Natasha now had her gun out. These episodes were far in occurrence, part of his PTSD that coupled with his frequent nightmares.

"Put the gun down Nat." There was no begging, it was an order.

Natasha felt her chest tighten. "He'll kill you one day (y/n)."

"I would never." Finally Bucky spoke up.

"You don't know that. What if you lose it again? What if HYDRA infiltrates your mind again?" She kept her composure even if her heart was breaking. She wanted to trust Bucky, she had years ago. Now things were different though. There was you now.

You wouldn't let that scare you though. "I'll take my chances. He's an Avenger now. We'll work through it. It'll take time for him to heal."

"There's something else. That's not the reason." Teeth clenching tightly together, Natasha puts the safety back on her gun. "You love him."

She slammed the glass in her hand harshly against the ground, fingers digging through her amber hair nearly tearing out strands. Eyes stinging with wretched tears.

It's over isn't it?

Isn't it

Isn't it over

It's over isn't it?

Isn't it over

You won and she chose you and she loved you

Every memory of Bucky and (y/n) together overwhelmed her. Every loving moment she witnessed between them flayed at her heart.

And she's gone

Natasha viciously kicked a nearby chair, breaking it's legs in the process as a wail left her an emotional wreck.

It's over isn't it?

Why can't I move on?

Lashing out in a whirlwind of havoc. She didn't want to think about it anymore. Didn't want to think about (y/n)! They just kept coming like a flood, she could do nothing to stop it.

War and glory

Reinvention

Fusion, freedom, her attention

Out in daylight, my potential

Bold, precise, experimental

Who am I now in this world without her?

Petty and dull with the nerve to doubt her

Should've, would've, could've; all of them nagged at her. Natasha should've told (y/n) about her feelings for her. (y/n) possibly would've accepted them. They could've had something more.

What does it matter? It's already done.

Now I've got to be there for her son.

Through her haze Natasha discovered herself in the room of (y/n)'s son. The sweet boy that constantly craved her approval but only received her hate and bitterness. He resembled Bucky most, but his smile was completely (y/n)'s. Natasha hated being around him. What was even worse was his name: Nathaniel.

"It's like a male version of Natasha, right?" You grinned and held up the large baby in your arms. His cheeks were utterly pinchable and chubby, full of sweet baby fat and even made his neck non-existant.

Natasha eyed Bucky who merely shrugged and smiled down at his son. "She wouldn't budge on the name. You know how (y/n) is. Stubborn as hell."

To that you playfully stick your tongue out at him. Bucky is quick to steal a kiss from you.

It's over, isn't it?

Isn't it?

Isn't it over?

Natasha couldn't breathe. Throat swelling up and intestines twisting in terrible knots. In her life she had seen hundreds of dead bodies, never casting a second glance at them. Why bother? This was different. It was Bucky's howl that made everything real as he broke down in a massive heap, holding your body to his chest and screaming at anyone who tried to get near. How did things escalate so quickly? You had been alive just a few minutes ago, laughing and telling her about the trip you had planned for Nate and Buck after the mission. It wasn't supposed to be a dangerous one either. Just gathering intel with the boys and then a quick sweep of the estate. The man you were tailing seemed to have made not only SHIELD his enemy, but many others as well. Neither of you expected the explosion that went off a few yards away.

"Hurry." was all she told you when another one set off right behind you. Trying to dodge the bombardment of explosions became an obstacle. Windows shattered spraying glass into the air and chunks of concrete fell to the ground like a meteor. Men with guns suddenly swarmed the area and you were forced to engage them while trying not to get caught in the loud bangs that nipped at your heels.

Steve's voice sounded in your ear, static edged each syllable. "You guys okay?!"

Natasha grunts, breaking someone's arm and twisting it in an unnatural angle; quickly switching to running behind you. "We got it. Just call for dispatch to pick us up. You got what you needed?"

"Yeah. We're getting out right now." Replies Steve.

"Although it's a bit difficult with the place crumbling around us." Bucky complains.

"Nothing you can't handle." You chime breathlessly while trying to keep pace. His deep throaty chuckle comes from the other end.

Someone barreled out of the second floor window above. The physique much resembled your husband. But when he stood up the face was all wrong.

"(y/n)!!"

It all happened within a blink of an eye. The strange man pulling out a pin from a grenade that had been hidden in his fist. Brightness blinding you and aloud crack that deafened you. You didn't even have time to breathe. Natasha's cry was the last thing you heard.

She still remembered all too clearly carrying her body, Natasha's face dead and void of all emotion much like (y/n)'s. Her once beautiful face was cut up and battered, burned from the impact of the explosion.

It's over isn't it?

Isn't it?

Isn't it over?

You won and she chose you

And she loved you

And she's gone

Natasha had burned the clothes that had been soiled with (y/n)'s blood, one of the first things she did when they returned to headquarters with her body. It was Steve who told poor 7 year old Nathaniel; Bucky was too much of a mess to even try and compose himself. How the little boy wept in his uncles large arms that comforted him as much as he could. Natasha wanted to cry like that. Wanted to break down on spot.

It's over isn't it?

Why can't I move on?

Nathaniel opens his weary blue eyes, rolling onto his side. At 15 years old his baby face was starting to disappear and be replaced with that of a young man. "A. . . Aunt Nat?"

Perched on the very edge of his bed Natasha lifts her head. Her face still wet with the rivers she had cried.

"Are you okay?"

"It hurts to look at you." The alcohol running in her veins fueled her. Her voice finally cuts through the silence.

There's rustling of blankets as Nate sits up. "I know. . . I can see it on your face. I think dad feels the same way. But. . . he probably feels obligated to look at me and take care of me. . ." The sorrow in his words hits Natasha, making her look at the desolate boy. "No one here wants to look at me. Uncle Steve is the only one who genuinely likes me."

"Everyone loved. . . still loves. . . your mom."

"I love her too. I miss her too." There's a slight bite when he says this, scowling at her with Bucky's eyes but (y/n)'s soul. "I want her back too. More than anyone. She was my mom."

Sighing Natasha's shoulders slouch. "I guess you would."

It's over isn't it?

Why can't I move on?

"Do you remember her? Anything?"

He nods. "More than I let on." Then he smiles. "I remember how she burped whenever she drank soda, loud like dad's. I remember how cold her nose would get in the winter. She'd bury her face in my neck. How after she bathed me she'd put on cartoons and brush my hair. Simple things like that I remember. And. . ." Nate's smile falls, his voice catching in his throat as he curls into himself. "Most of all I remember her voice. I'd pretend to be sleeping when she'd check in on me at night. She'd whisper sweet things in my ear."

There was hardly any light in the room, but Natasha's eyes were well accustomed to the dark. She saw tears roll down his cheeks. It sobered her up quickly. Ashamed Nate wipes his face quickly after he realized she was staring at him.

"You loved her. Didn't you?"

"Everyone did-"

"Not in that way. The way dad loved her. Romantically. You act the way he does on her anniversary."

". . . Yes. I do. She was everything to me."

"Is that another reason why you hate me?"

Natasha frowned. "I don't hate you. Like I said, it's just hard to look at you." Awkwardly she pats Nate on the shoulder. "I'm still mourning. I knew her for almost 20 years. You don't get over it right away when you've known someone for that long."

"It's understandable." Nate nods. He licks his lips and cautiously asks "C-Can you tell me more about her?"

She could never forget (y/n) or the love she felt for her. Those would stay forever. However she didn't have to consume herself in what was lost. (y/n) wasn't completely gone from this world. She'd left behind a wonderful son who was so observant and would make an excellent agent one day. If she took the time to get to know him, maybe she'd see not just (y/n) but Nate as his own person.

"Alright kid, scoot over."

When he does so he scrunches up his nose. "You smell like alcohol."

"And you smell like armpit. So we're even."

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the-firebird69 · 1 year

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Thor Freya

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Mac

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Thor Freya

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heresathreebee · 3 years

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Morning Of and After

SMILF Jesse X Female Reader

Summary: You meet Jesse in a bar and take him home. Masterlist

Word count: 3.3k words

Warning(s): +17 | swearing, drunk sex, porn with(out) plot (?), p in v sex, from behind, morning angst, mutual masterbation

AN: bitch I watched a 30 second clip of a tv show JUST to see an underdressed Alex Brightman. What has my life come to. Ah well, I'm gonna enjoy it while I can. Blame these lovely, inspiring fools @hoodoo12 @go-commander-kim @escape-your-grape

Jesse's not sure why you were hanging off of him at the bar but he's basking in your attention now. You didn't hesitate to give the cabbie your address, arm permanently looped around his shoulders for balance. You had both been drinking– exactly how much was a mystery– and Jesse was eager for a breakthrough in his dry spell.

Your lips are wet and on each other as he kicks your door closed. Pulling your clothes from your body proves a little difficult, especially with you wrestling to take off his. He catches a case of the giggles when you get his head stuck in his shirt but the laughter quickly turns into a moan when he feels you slip a hand into his underwear to fondle his junk. He remembers gripping your wrist like iron and ripping his shirt from his face. He gives you a gentle push backwards, right onto the edge of your bed (he didn't know that was there but he would have been happy to take you on the floor too).

Your top is misaligned but far from off, however you are bare from the waist down and wrap your legs around his hips to pull him towards you. Jesse's just as desperate and he slips his pants down midthigh, then stops to rummage in his pocket for a condom. He has to bat your grabby little hands away or he won't last. It's a little hard to see through the haze of lust and alcohol but he manages, and then he's pressing you into the mattress leaning on an elbow and sliding his fingers through your slick folds.

He groans and plants a kiss on your mouth. "Fuck you're wet..."

The man wastes no time and hooks two fingers inside you, eager to stretch you out and make you come now because you're fucking gorgeous and it's driving him to the edge without any stimulation.

You mewl beneath him, nails scratching his scalp and chest heaving as if begging for his attention. Jesse's mouth waters heavily as he sloppily licks and sucks at your breasts, pushing your top aside and just nipping at the lace bra still intact. He has no idea how high you are until your inner walls contract around his fingers so hard he worries they might break. And with a practiced motion, he eases you down from your orgasm, fingers slowing down until he slips them out.

And just for the hell of it, he flicks your clit and feels you jump beneath him. Suddenly your teeth are digging into his neck and he howls.

"Fuck me already," you growl.

You spread your legs wider to fit his hips to the center and drag him into another rough kiss. Jesse has some trouble maneuvering with his pants half on, but he catches the head on your lip and pushes in groaning at the familiar feeling of being engulfed. Bottoming out inside you sends an electric tingling sensation down his spine and he has to stop for a moment and catch his breath.

He feels your feet sliding up his thighs, one foot still in a heel which catches on his waistband. His hips give a test rock and you moan against his collarbone, legs twitching at his sides.

Jesse sets a subtle pace, rocking into your heat and drooling a little. You feel so fucking good underneath him, so right, like eating apple pie on the Fourth of July. His balls start to tighten and he almost lets go, but the feeling of your pussy twitching draws his attention to your face. You're close to coming again but not anywhere near where he is. The sloppy drunk part of him wants to just keep going and finish but the real Jesse wants this to be good for you too and what's a little second orgasm between drunk strangers?

He pulls out and despite your immediate protests, you quickly become curious when Jesse's hands push and pull on you as if trying to move you.

"What are you doing?"

His chin has a small glisten and his eyes are so watery. There are hickeys forming on his neck and a scratch or two rising on his shoulder. The hairy expanse of his chest is turning red from friction and he looks as unreal as a dream until he says, "turn over."

Your legs twitch and you definitely soak the quilt on your bed. Did you hear him right? This guy? Soft, pretty boy who was just a second ago gently rocking your world?

He licks his lips and says, "turn around. I wanna do it the other way. On your knees."

Fuck. Well you're definitely shaking with excitement as you fulfill his command. You finally manage to slip your top off and fling it into the abyss off the bed. You wiggle your hips into the requested position and shiver as a warm hand slides up your spine. Another warm hand locks around your hip and you feel him enter you with no resistance. The rough material of his jeans scratches at your thighs as he begins to thrust, longer strokes that leave you empty and full, empty and full again. You quickly slide off of your elbows and press your face into the blanket, loving the way he seems to lose himself again inside you.

God, does he even know he's moaning right now? It's so hot, somehow hotter than him driving his cock deep inside you. The slapping sound of his hips against your ass sendings endorphins straight to your head. After Jesse breathes another 'fuck,' you slither a hand underneath your body to circle your clit. The first touch of your fingers to your sticky little button causes you to tighten around Jesse's cock and you hear him choke. He leans over your back and settles a hand on the bed to proper himself up, changing the angle of his thrusts and hitting some spot deep inside you that makes you see stars.

"Fuck, so good," Jesse mumbles, sweaty forehead pressing against your shoulder. "Mmmm… gonna come…"

Fuck that's exactly what you needed to hear. Your whole body turns tuat like a bow string and your walls constrict into a vice. Your legs quiver from the strong shocks of your orgasm, forcing a long, broken moan to escape your chest and black to creep into your vision.

Your orgasm is the end of your partner. Jesse's hips stutter to a stop as he fills up the condom, unable to breath for a few seconds as he forgets his name, his location, and his sense of self and all there is left is you. Eventually Jesse's soul slams back into his body and he collapses his full weight on top of you unintentionally crushing you. He feels you laughing and at the urge of an elbow in his ribs, he rolls over and off of you. You're still giggling, boneless and satisfied as you try to catch your breath.

You turn your head towards him to look over his blissful features. His skin glistens in the half light and he's probably seconds from falling asleep. You put a hand out on his chest and shake him awake despite yourself, knowing you need to clean up.

"Up," you command.

Jesse shifts off of the bed sluggishly, disposing of the condom in the bin by your desk and grabbing the waistband of his jeans like he's not sure what to do with them. You reach out mischievously and slap his ass causing him to yelp and look back at you in disbelief.

"Take those off and get back here." You fling the quilt of your bed off and curl under the topsheet with a hand out to him.

Jesse looks confused. He moves slowly, crawling back in naked and incapable of meeting your eyes. You place a guiding hand to help him lay his head on your silk encased pillow. "Stay," you command, and dip into the bathroom to clean up.

Jesse lies awake but not for long, his body thumps with the beat of his heart and it lulls him to sleep. He's snoring softly when you come back and flip the lights off.

Jesse's head is pounding in the morning, but he's had it worse. Like way worse. The bedroom curtains are drawn but the sun is direct and the light reflects off the walls a little too strongly for his liking. You look pretty in nothing but sheets and it's turning him on a little bit.

What the fuck was a girl like you doing with a guy like him anyways, he wondered, over his skinnier and better looking friends? And then he wondered, how much did you have to drink last night? It unnerves him that he doesn't know the answer. You left the bar together but you didn't walk in together, who knows how many jager bombs or tequila shots you had before you met him?

Jesse's really hyped himself up now, his hands are getting clammy and he's about to start fidgeting if he doesn't figure something out soon. When you wake up will you remember him? Did you know his name like he knew yours? Would you throw him out in disgust? Maybe you were the type who took them home because you knew they'd be gone at first light. Maybe you liked it that way.

Jesse takes a deep breath to steel himself. He's intent on thinking things through until… until he realizes it took 10 minutes. From the time you entered the apartment to the time he came, it took 10 minutes. Oh god… that is the nail in the coffin for him.

He slides out of bed as quietly as possible. His face is hot and his hands are cold as he slips into his underwear, then his pants. He lets his feet carry him out of the bedroom and into the hallway where he finds his shirt, and he gets distracted looking at your soaked lace underwear as he reaches for the keys by the door.

You actually live really close to his work, which is where he left his car last night. If he can just get some distance maybe he can think better. He could probably use a tylenol more than anything right now.

Jesse's waiting for a light to change at a crosswalk when he realizes these are not his keys. All regrets about leaving his phone number on a paper somewhere at your place go out the window when he realizes he doesn't have his phone either.

"Fuck," he mutters in defeat.

Returning back to your apartment is the real walk of shame. He hopes someone will stop him, ask him if he lives around here or something so he can chicken out and maybe get a friend to get his stuff back. The cute like trinkets hanging off your car keys do give him some interesting insight into the things you like.

He can't remember if he left the door unlocked and celebrates when he doesn't have to knock and wake you up. He probably should have clued in when he heard the sound of a sink turning off, but he's actually more hungover than he thought. He fully freezes like a deer in headlights when you appear with a towel on your head and fresh lounging clothes.

The look you give him should have turned him to stone. "Hey Jesse. Forget something?"

He opens his mouth and nothing but a weak "heeeeyyy," escapes. His mouth flaps like a fish and he suddenly remembers to put your keys back from where he found them. Busted. "I ee I was just going out to grab some coffee… and like a tylenol… but guess I grabbed the wrong keys, hahah..."

The twist of your mouth is a little cruel. You let the towel rest on your shoulders and toss him his keys from the kitchen counter, warm hand lingering over his heart in an affectionate but threatening way. "Coffee sounds good. There's a shop a mile that way, honest to god espresso and cheaper prices than the usual dig. I'm sure I've got a bottle of tylenol somewhere around here, I should find it by the time you come back."

Oh...K? Are you… planning something? Should he fear for his safety? Apologize? Not knowing what else to do (and distracted by the feeling of you caressing his chest), Jesse simply nods and turns to obey you. Only at the door does he turn back and gesture with his key hand, "you uh, haven't seen my phone, have you?"

You're smiling. You've got no bra on beneath your baseball tee, hair soaking your shoulders, and tiny tiny shorts with pockets– a pocket carrying what he clearly recognizes as his phone– and you're smiling.

"I like my coffee strong. Just tell them my name, they'll know what to make." Jesse doesn't know what else to do except sputter and leave.

It would have been a short walk but it's an even shorter drive. Jesse stands in line assessing the menu with his hands in his pockets. You were mad at him.

Ok, that was fair.

You were upset that he left you without a goodbye and had stupidly forgotten his things and had to come crawling back. So you weren't that kind of person. He knows that now. But you also weren't screaming at him or begging him to stick around.

Jesse didn't know what to think of your reaction. But you knew his name. He told you his name in the cab and if you remembered it's because you weren't blackout drunk. That's good for both of you. You didn't seem too hungover either, maybe you'd had less to drink than he did or at least the same. This is good, these were good things.

It didn't make going back to your place less terrifying though.

You left the front door cracked and Jesse pushed his way in with a cup in each hand. "Boy, they sure do like you down at that coffee shop! Extra this and extra that. I'd kill to have a place like me like that."

You seem… calmer now. The tension in your movement is gone and you peck his lips with a kiss as you take your coffee. You reach around him to shut the door and walk to the couch expecting him to follow (and of course like a dog on a leash, he did). You passed him a tylenol and took a few yourself, washing them down with your drink before leaning back with your arm over your eyes.

"I'm sorry," Jesse blurts out. You peak at him from under your arm. "I… I didn't know if you wanted to see me when you woke up so I…"

You snort. "Jesse, honey. If I didn't like you, you would have never made it to my room. Not even close. And if I didn't want to see you in the morning–"

You sat up and pressed yourself almost into his lap– "I would have fucked you at the club."

Now is not the time for a boner, this was a serious conversation. In any case, you eased up on your dominating stance and fell into his side like you belonged there. It felt nice. You smelled like fresh laundry and peaches (definitely your body wash or something), and weren't mad at him anymore. In fact you passed his phone to him and settled back. Jesse wrapped an arm around you and rested his cheek on your head. He had almost drifted back to sleep when his text tone dinged.

MASON: Where the fuck are you?

Jesse sighed. You knew exactly what that sound meant and became determined not to let him go without a fight, but Jesse stopped you from climbing into his lap very firmly, by flipping you onto your back and holding you down. He can't help but blush, his ears turning red as he glares at you.

"I have. To go," he scolds. "My buddy Mason's got this project he needs help with and I promised I'd be there to help him move his stuff."

You whine, grabbing his wrists and sliding his hands up to cover your breasts. "Can't it wait a little longer? We can be fast."

Jesse's brain short circuits and his hands inadvertently flex. "What?"

He knows your nipples are hard because he can feel them, and you're looking at him in that way that makes his pants tighter. You don't have to say it but when you do, he falls hook line and sinker. "Come on, babe. Round 2? Before you go?"

How could he say no to that?

Jesse kisses you roughly. His hands squeeze your tits before he plants one to hold himself up and the other to draw you closer so he can grind his hips into yours. You gasp, pulling at his hair and then fumbling with his pants for a second just as you change your mind. Jesse protests as you push him backwards, then he stares as you slide those tiny shorts off. He goes right to circling your clit with his thumb and takes a long look at the dark spot on your new panties.

"So easy to get you wet," he praises, swiping his thumb down over the wet patch before returning to his pronounced circular motions.

You let him toy with you, feet resting on his shoulders until you remember your little game. you gently kick his hand away and replace it with your own, sliding the fabric aside and making him watch two of your fingers glide deep inside you. Jesse groans, intent to help out but you stop him.

"Just me," you gasp. "Just you."

Jesse seems momentarily confused. Then you see it click in his head and he scrambles to take his cock out, already fully erect and dark in color. He starts to stroke himself, eyes bouncing around your form and drinking in the sight of your self administered pleasure. His eyes roll back at the squelching sound filling the space between you, continuing to stroke himself with a dry rasp.

Jesse calls your name and grasps your wrist. His tongue swirls around your fingers hungrily to suck the slick from them, groaning as he does. It's a moment's distraction as his own fings dip into your wet heat and come out coated in more. He replaces his soaked hand on his cock and strokes with renewed vigor.

"God," he hums. It feels so good, watching you watch him is turning him on way more than he thought it would. He's getting close to coming at the thought of painting your stomach when his phone starts ringing.

He grows an annoyed glance at the offending device, then does a double take and pounces. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck– hey boss!"

You looked at him, completely stunned. Jesse pretended not to notice you and listened intently to the voice on his phone, nodding his head absently and to your horror, tucking his cock back into his pants. He doesn't look too happy about it, but he swallows his pride and tells his boss he'll 'be right there.'

He's already apologizing as he pulls you up from the couch and sets your clothes right. Jesse peppers your sour face in light kisses, rubbing your arms as if to soothe you from a blinding rage.

"I promise I'll make it up to you," he says donning his jacket. "I don't know when or how but I will I–"

"Arcade. Thursday. 7 pm." You zip up his jacket and glare at him so he knows there's no room for argument.

He smiles, "I can't wait," he drops a hearty kiss to your lips. "Thursday, 7 pm. Want me to pick you up?"

"Only if you plan on staying the night."

"That's a yes then." Jesse leaves and you cannot wait for Thursday.

#SMILF Jesse #SMILF Jesse x female reader #smilf jesse smut #three bees writing #🐝🐝🐝✒

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axelsagewrites · 5 years

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Alec Lightwood*Fiesty

Summary: Jace is an idiot and (Y/N) isn't afraid to let him know. Clary, however, isn't too happy with this and picks a fight with the wrong shadowhunter. After all, is said and done it’s Alec’s job to calm down his fiesty partner.

Ship(s): Alex X reader

Request: Alec and I are dating and I am almost as sassy as him but I am extremely fiesty. When Clary shows up i have the same opinion as Alec but she doesnt know that we are dating. When Jace brings up the Silent brothers and Clary says she wants to go, I say that its not a smart idea because she might not be strong enough. Clary gets offended by that and starts an argument with me. It escalates to the point where she insults me and I go to attack her. But before I can lay a hand on her, Alec grabs me and holds me back. Jace holds Clary back because he knows that if Clary lays a hand on me, Alec would gladly let me go to beat the shit outta her. I keep yelling at Clary, insulting her as Alec carries me to our bedroom. He closes the door and sets me down, I immediately try to walk past him to go fight Clary but he moves in my way. I tell him to get outta my way but he tells me to calm down. I start yelling at him about how you should never tell a woman to calm down. Then I start yelling about Clary being a bitch and thinking she knows everything when she doesn't, but Alec stops me by kissing me. I kiss back and it gets heated. He ends up picking me up and putting me on the bed. We then have sex to calm me down. (If you don't feel comfortable writing smut you don't have to write smut. But if you do feel comfortable writing smut then it would be greatly appreciated) Then some fluff and Alec teasing me about being fiesty. Thanks and sorry its so long

Warnings: kinda smutty at the end

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It's not that I have anger issues it's just some people are stupid. And Jace is one of the people. He's done a lot of stupid things in his life but to name a few; trying to backflip out his bedroom window because he's 'the best' when he was 13, copying Bieber's haircut when he was 14, sneaking out at 15 and having a jager bomb without ever trying alcohol, oh and running a random mundane which could potentially kill her.

The two missions shown to us was either the pandemonium or giving the werewolves at Taki's a warning. I was the lucky one that got to go to Taki's. since I was friends with a couple of the wolves there and was relatively liked by the downworld I stayed for a couple of drinks.

Let me tell you I wasn't impressed when I found my boyfriend and friends huddled outside the infirmary talking in hushed whispers. "Who died?" I asked.

Alec rolled his eyes, "This idiot," he nodded at Jace who looked beyond stressed, "Runed a mundane."

My eyebrows rose and I just stared at Jace who squirmed under my gaze. Jace and I had been friends long before he came to New York since my parents used to live in Idris near his home. In fact, it was him who introduced me to Alec and Izzy when I was 13. Through our friendship, despite him being the 'better shadowhunter' he knows I would kill him. "So, who's planning Jace's funeral?" I asked. Jace rolled his eyes "You think I'm kidding? The clave is going to kill you. Literally. Like dead dead. Like how Izzy looks without makeup,"

Isabelle punched my arm, "Hey! And she's not mundane. The rune didn't kill her,"

"Thank the angel. Because if it did we would all be taking a trip to the silent city," I said, putting my hands on my hips, "Now Jace get in there and figure out what the hell is going on,"

"She's asleep," Jace said.

"And?" I asked, turning on my heels and walking away.

I was going through a couple case files on an institutes computer when I sensed someone sneaking up on me. "Jace," I said, not looking up, "Don't even try it,"

When I heard a sigh and turned around to face them. My favourite trio was there with a random redhead and specky boy. Out of habit, I scanned over the two, inspecting for weapons, possible threats, and anything of importance. We'd been trained to do this, but the girls raised an eyebrow and crossed arms suggested she didn't know this.

It had been Jace who sighed, "(Y/N), this is Clary and Simon," he said, "Clary's the-"

"Mundane shadowhunter thing. Yeah, I guessed," I nodded towards her rune. Isabelle was basically hanging off of Simon the girl had obviously caught Jace's attention. I shared a quick look with Alec who looked so done with life. "So, what's happening now?"

Jace shifted a little "e should go to the silent city." he started, about to clear his throat. I jumped in "To turn ourselves in? cause that's the only slightly logical reason,"

Blondie sighed "Look Clary can't remember anything about the shadow world, so my thoughts were that the silent brothers go into her head and get something,"

"I think it's an awful idea," Alec said. Jace glared at him but Alec shrugged.

I nodded, "For once he's right," Alec maybe my boyfriend, but we tease the living hell out of each other, "Have you ever thought to make a decision, I don't know, based of logic?"

Before Jace spoke Clary cut in "What's the big deal? I trust Jace and I want to do it," I turned to her with a quizzical look on my face, "You trust a random bloke who tattooed you in your sleep knowing it could kill you then took you to a random church? Did your mother not teach you about stranger danger?"

"Don't talk about my mom!" Clary said. Simon seemed to get more nervous and tried to warn her to stop because he seems to have a brain. "Who the hell do you think you are?"

"Me? I'm a shadowhunter. A shadowhunter who knows that even if we didn't get our butts kicked for doing any of this that you couldn't withstand the silent brothers," I tell her. Isabelle knows me well so sends me a warning look to back down. When did I ever listen? "you don't know enough to decide,"

"I know plenty!" she whines, "I'm going to college. What are you doing?"

"Trying to stop you dying?" I said in a sarcastic tone, "It's okay not to know everything," I say as if I was speaking to a five-year-old.

She was fuming. I mentally smirked. Alec, however, cut in "This is getting us nowhere. We need to make a decision,"

"Well I'm deciding we're doing it," Clary rushed out, almost tripping over her words, "And that's not coming with us,"

"That?" I ask. "Honey if you don't back off we'll have to have words,"

"What are you going to do? You already said you'd get in trouble if I got hurt," she said ass if she'd won. "Not so smart now?" she smiled, looking to Jace for backup but he looked down, not meeting anyone's gaze.

I stepped closer to her and Isabelle stepped closer to me, keeping me back, "Honey-"

"Don't call me honey!" she cut me off "Why are all you shadowhunters so disrespectful,"

"Earn my respect," I told her, crossing my arms, "Don't waltz in and act like you know everything. You don't tell the firefighters how to put out a fire,"

"I'm just saying you don't need to be so mean," she mumbled.

"And I'm just saying be quiet!" I yelled. I took a breath and recomposed myself "If you want to go to the silent brothers go for it. however, what I, an educated person," I directed that at Jace, "Would do is get you a little training before putting you through a potentially deadly idea."

"That's a good idea." Alec said, "Its better the girl be prepared before if you really want to go,"

"Of course, you'd agree with (Y/N)," Clary whined, "You refuse to even say my name," "Yeah that's because I don't plan on having to remember it," Alec said.

"Do you try to be an ass, or does it come naturally?" Clary asked.

No one insults my man, "Hey! Who the hell do you think you're talking to?" I asked her.

"What do you like him or something?" she asked. "You do don't you? That's why you hate Jace because Alec fancies him. You're just being a jealous kid," Clary said, "Get over it. he's rejected you," She clearly thought she'd cracked my code, but I was about to crack her skull, "It's pathetic,"

Stepping closer, I sized her up. Isabelle stepped back not wanting to be involved. Clary was smirking but I wanted to growl. Simon went to pull Clary back, but Isabelle stopped him. "Alec is my boyfriend, you little skank. And he and Jace are parabatai. It's you who should be worried because your flatter than a toddler and have less chance with Jace than Simon!" I yell in her face. "And if you keep talking about my family, I'll knock your teeth in," "At least I'm not a disappointment to my parents," she says.

I let out a couple short laughs. "Well eh you see," I say between fake chuckles before pulling my fist back. It's about to connect with her face when Alec grabs my arm, pulling me back and hugging me from behind to stop me. I let all hell loose, "Who the hell do you think you are?! Don't you ever dare talk about my parents! I swear to the angels!"

Alec is trying to calm me down but it's hard. My parents were on an undercover mission in Prague and I don't even know if they're still alive. You never talk about shadowhunters parents. The likelihood their alive isn't great. When clary steps forward I know Alec must be glaring at her because Jace grabs her arm, not letting her get closer.

Isabelle looks in between the situation, "Alec why don't you take (Y/N) to your room. Calm down yeah?"

The whole time Alec is pulling me away Clary and I are glaring at each other. Were out of mundane earshot but not shadowhunter so she says, "What the hell is wrong with them?" Alec had to literally drag me.

He pushed me into our room and shut the door behind us. I flopped down onto the bed and crossed my arms. "This is ridiculous. The newbie doesn't know anything and she's gonna say I'm dumb? Hell no!"

Alec can't help but chuckle and I glare, "Feisty much?" I roll my eyes, "You're hot when you're angry,"

"I must be Brad Pitt and Angelina rolled into one right now," Alec walked over and plopped down beside me, putting an arm over my shoulder, "You know I don't get that reference," he says.

I just shake my head, "How are we dating?"

"Because we love each other. And when someone like clary insults the other we almost break the law. Oh, and we're pretty hot together," He shrugs.

I roll my eyes with a chuckle. "Really?" I ask and he hums a yes, "Cocky much?"

"I could show you if we drop the Y," he smirked.

I cringe, "That was the worst joke you've ever made,"

Alec can't help but chuckle, "Yeah it is. Angel that was bad," He cringes as well, and I laugh. "At least you're not as...feisty,"

I hummed, "Really?" I asked, leaning in closer.

He hums and leans closer as well, his breath fanning my lips, "Maybe just a little," he glances at my lips, asking permission. I leant up closing the gap. My hands sneak up to hold his shoulders while he grabs my waist, bringing me onto his lap. He pulled back a little. "I like it feisty though," before closing the gap again.

This time I pushed him back though, so I was still onto, "I'll give you feisty," I mumbled against his lips.

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vicbartons · 6 years

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No.10 please!

″please just let me go”aaron/robertteen au; short prequel to thisao3 link

In the end, neither boy could have told you which one of them had moved first.

They’d been playing this game for far too long by now.

Probably since that day on the school yard when an only 14-year-old Aaron had pulled Charlie Henderson from year 12 off of a kicking and screaming Matty and pinned him against the wall of the gymnasium, sneering at him – all teeth and red face - that if he wanted to beat up a “queer“, he should maybe try someone his own size.

Robert had only stood at the sidelines, wide-eyed and with rose-coloured cheeks.

Not just from pride, but also because just for a second he’d felt that spark of possibility in the pit of his stomach.

But of course he hadn´t acted on it.

Neither one of them had.

Not Aaron, who had never planned to come out at all, let alone publicly not two meters from the monkey bars where he´d chipped his front tooth at age 12 and certainly not with half of Hotten Academy staring at him as if he’d just announced he’d give auditioning for “Dancing on Ice“ a go.

And most certainly not Robert, who was perfectly happy to build up his reputation as the school’s womanizer in chief by getting his tongue down the throat of every above average looking girl that was making moon eyes at him as publicly as possible, in a desperate attempt to forget how Ben Whittaker´s mouth had tasted when he’d pulled him to the side for a snog around the back of a seedy kebab shop during their school trip to York or how all he wanted to do when he watched Aaron bite his bottom lip in concentration while they half-heartedly did their math homework at the pub together every Thursday was to lean over the table and put his mouth right there instead.

So they had let the pressure build.

Through Jackson showing up, through Robert´s eventual coming out, through his dad beating him for it, through Jackson leaving again and through the inevitable fallout of it all.

Both of them bruised and a bit broken but always together, their apparent attraction a constant undercurrent that was getting harder and harder to ignore.

Somewhere along the line, their friendship had started to feel like an elastic band being pulled to two opposing sides, never snapping but slowly brittling from the sheer pressure of forcibly being kept from just snapping together the way the laws of physic so desperately wanted it to for so long, both boys determined to stick with brittle if only it meant that they wouldn’t have to deal with the potentially disastrous alternative.

It was a good thing that both Aaron and Robert were so good at pretending.

At least they had been, until that very moment when from one second to the next they found their mouths pressed against each other right there under the street light outside of the Barton’s farm, some Wombats track Aaron loved blaring from the loud speakers, muffled by the distance as well as the chatter of the horde of pissed teenagers inside.

Aaron´s hand found a hold at the back of Robert´s neck, pulling himself up on his tiptoes as he let his tongue slide along Robert´s bottom lip, his teeth grazing the skin there until Robert moaned into him in a dirty way and opened up his mouth, hands digging into the fabric of Aaron´s hoodie til their bodies were pressed together from head to toe, curling around each other.

The kiss was all hot breath and tongues, alcohol and exhilaration making their movements sloppy and desperate.

As he let his hands wander up and down Aaron’s sides, tongue hungrily curling behind the younger boy’s teeth and getting lost in the taste of vodka, the smoke of a Carlton red and Pringles that should have been at least slightly disgusting, Robert guessed that “sloppy and desperate” was what you got for waiting years and years to just snog the life out of your best mate, but he couldn’t even be bothered to linger on those thoughts when Aaron´s hands were on his arse.

They stayed like that for a while, grinding and moaning and exploring, until Aaron let out a low huff and pulled back, looking up into Robert´s eyes with a scowl the older boy couldn’t quite place. But it certainly wasn’t the face of someone whose world had just been rocked, which was quite frankly the kind of look Robert thought this particular moment required.

Aaron obviously didn’t though.

Robert took a step back, all excitement punched out of him within a second.

“Sorry, I-“ he apologized, but his fingers were still holding onto Aaron´s waist.

“Nah, don’t worry about it, I just-“ Aaron muttered, shaking his head a little.“I shouldn’t have-“

“You didn´t. We both-“ Robert looked like a deer caught in the headlights, white light hitting him from behind, back pressed against the cold metal of the street light, wide-eyed and all disheveled. Shirt crumbled and hair sticking up to all sides thanks to Aaron´s handywork. Hastily, he pulled his hands out of Robert´s jeans pockets like he’d just been burned. “Fucking jager bombs, eh?“ Aaron tried to joke, but he couldn’t even make the forced lopsided grin reach his eyes.

“Aaron,“ Robert´s voice was soft like a plea, the older boy clearly setting himself up for some sort of big declaration that had been bubbling under the surface for years, but Aaron just shook his head and looked down, suddenly fascinated by his shuffling sneakers in the dirt.

“Please Robert, just-“ the younger boy untangled himself from Robert´s grip on his waist and took a step back, the lack of touch finally allowing him to breathe again, albeit heavier than before. “Just let me go and we´ll talk about it in the morning, right?“

“Right, yeah.“

They wouldn’t, not really, and they both knew it.

But Robert guessed it was better to pretend for a couple more hours that just maybe, possible they hadn´t both just ruined the best thing either of them had ever had for a quick, drunken snog in the dark.

Almost as good as pretending that that was all that kiss had been.

So Robert stuck his hands down his pockets to stop himself from reaching out and watched Aaron turn around and go, only the line of his slumped shoulders and his head hanging down illuminated by the street light behind him, and then he scuffled home in the opposite direction, wrapping his leather jacket tight around his middle like a shield as he went, determined not to cry.

Not until he was locked inside his room and curled up under a blanket.

(“Nothing happened, mate.“ That’s what Aaron said the next afternoon when they hung about the cricket pavillion and Adam just wouldn’t let up about the two of them disappearing early the night before. “Nothing important anyway.“ he muttered before burying his teeth into his bottom lip and side-eyeing Robert. And in spite of it all, all Robert wanted to do was lean forward and press his mouth to the corner of Aaron´s to loosen the sharp grip of his chipped front tooth against the flesh there with his tongue.

It was a good thing that both of them were so damn good at pretending, right?)

#robron #aaron x robert #emmerdale #aaron dingle #robert sugden #sometimes i write stuff #look at me clearing out decades old asks #q slur #tagging just in case

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thefanficmistress · 6 years

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This One Night ☾ : Part II

Requested by: The beautiful and sweet @thedarlingwriter : You always show me so much love and support. Thank you for the request.

“I have a request that I would like for you do. I have a title, but I want you to write the fanfic. I was going to do it but I want to see how you do it because I love how you write. It’s called This One Night. You can make it a one shot or a miniseries if you want. Reader meets Richard Armitage in a night club…”

Summary: You discover that your boyfriend cheated on you again and you dump him. Your friends decide to take you out to a new nightclub to get you back in high spirits, and you decide that this one night you will not be yourself. You will be reckless, sexy, and take chances that you would not normally take and then you spot Richard.

WARNING: Smut, angst, fluff, & more fluff & more angst, and did I mention more fluff? No? Well there will be fluff.

Authors Notes: I hope I do this right, and I hope that you enjoy it.

Pairing: Richard X Reader

FOLLOW THE STORY :

Part 1

TAGLIST : @deepestfirefun @shikin83 @armitageadoration @patanghill17 @calaena-banrion @xxbyimm @nowiloveandwilllove @jesgisborne @raindrops-on-roses142 @abiwim @maybetomorrowgirl @catthefearless @w1tchywrit3r

Part 2

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You finally reach the club. It was called “Starlight” Sofie, Jessica, Liz and you get out of the cab and walk to the entrance. The line was long, and the bouncer was checking names of the list as he let people in. Some people got in on looks, while others were turned away for wearing the wrong thing. So, you all walked up, and Sofie made her move. She sauntered up hips swaying, with all the attitude of a privileged girl her age has and ran her fingers in her blonde hair. Touching his large arm, and pressing her chest against him, she giggles a few sweet words, laughed at his joke, and you all were in.

Inside the club it was like dancing on the Northern Lights; smoke swirled an array of blues, acid greens, hot pinks and gold. The music played over the dance floor as if had fused with the bodies. The ceiling was completely black with thousands of tiny little dots of light that were scattered out to resemble a night sky. It was beautiful, and a bit cold, but to be honest you weren't dancing yet, or had a drink in your hand. A problem you would soon rectify. You and the girls lock arms and made your way to the bar.

You reached the bar with the girls, and immediately a young handsome lad, with a septum piercing, bright blonde hair pulled up in a man bun, dressed all in black walked up. He rolled up the black sleeves, to reveal his tattooed sleeved arms. Beautiful, colorful swirling designs, with Japanese letters, Sakura flowers, lace, and koi fish. It was stunning. He was stunning.

“G’day! What can I get you lovely ladies tonight?” he said, with an Australian drawl. Putting both hands flat on the bar await the orders.

“Vodka Cranberry with a round of Jager bombs.” Said Liz, and she slipped into the empty bar stool before her. Crossing her long leg over the other and tossing her black hair over her shoulder. She was a spectacular looking girl. Mixed races of black and white, with hazel eyes. Men automatically noticed her.

The bartender nodded and moved on to Sofie. “And for you beautiful?” He questioned, with a boyish charm.

“Mojito!” Squealed Sofie, as she beamed the most adorable smile at the bartender and slipped onto her stool. Leaning forward on the bar.

The bartender smiled at her, nodded, and gestured towards Jessica.

“Cosmopolitan and maybe your number at the end of the night?” Flirted Jessica as her fingers trailed the swirling tattoos on his arm. She didn’t bother getting into her seat fully, but half ass sat on it so that she could be closer to the bartender.

He watched her fingers move down his arm to his hand, and he turned his hand so that his palm of his hand was upward, her index finger moving along the lines of his hands. They made eye contact, and he leaned in to whisper in her ear. Whatever it was made Jessica red, and caused her to fan herself. The bartender smiled a lot differently at her than he did the other girls, and finally looked at you.

“And for you beautiful? “

“A…Ms. Monroe?” you replied, and your group looked at you. All with opened mouths and wide eyes. You looked at them and then back at the tender. “Can you make that? “

“I can make whatever you want.” He smiled, tapping your hand to assure you that your order would be taken care of. He turned around and started preparing the drink orders.

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After a few moments each one of you received your drinks. Your friends came close together, toasted to you being single and starting a new chapter in your life. You guys banged on the bar top and the shot of Jägermeister fell into the cold glass of beer, and you drank it down. You picked up your Ms. Monroe, placed it to your lips and took a sip. The taste of the strawberry and vanilla infused vodka hit you first, then the taste of lemon juice, and when you swallowed the taste of strawberry and sprite lingered. It was good. So good, that you knew that after this glass was gone, and when the edible rose petals were gone, you would be getting another one. Followed by another and another, and another. Until you were sick of them, but that would be impossible. These bitches were delicious.

Sofie had clearly forgotten about her bouncer guy and another man in a suit walked up to her and started flirting. She was going to ignore you guys for this guy, and maybe go home with him, which was her normal motive and end goal. She didn't believe in relationships and voiced her opinion that if you didn't commit yourself to one person, but just had sex, there would be no chance for pain or hurt. Just sex. Just unfiltered, primal sex. Because that is all you needed. No relationship, just a good fucking. She looked at you over her shoulder and winked one of her baby doll blue eyes and went back to the handsome blonde man before her. A ken doll in a suit. Her catnip.

Over the roar of music, a distant, hazy of chatter could be heard. You couldn't make out any words, but laughter rang in your ears and wouldn't seem to stop. The song that was playing got louder, pulling you in and wouldn't let go. You had no choice but to join the crowd, jumping in a huddled group like Tic-Tacs being shaken in a box. No-one can see the dance floor, it's wall to wall people dancing to the music. There was no room for any more but somehow when Jessica grabbed you, and pulled you to the dance floor, space magically appeared. The music was a mix of todays, 80’s and 90’s, and you were twisting, turning, holding hands with Jessica as you change sides. You guys were all grins, you look like idiots and you don't care. Inside you were just happy, happy and more alive than you can ever be at this moment. You felt the part of you that's really you come out to play, to feel the vibe of the music and let your body go free. One moment, one brilliant feeling of togetherness suspended in time.

The group had been so jubilant, singing the songs that belonged to the inebriated and joyful, when a group of drunk men approached, and one of them started to hit on Jessica. He was incredibly drunk and when he tried to look cool and dance with her, his pants dropped. The small perimeter of people around you erupted in laughter.

You could hear them laughing and screaming with joy as they watched the drunken fool before them, who’d pants had fallen around his ankles. He wasn't wearing any underwear and seeing that inside of the club was a bit cold, his bits were…. well no where to be seen. Without looking, and not wanting to join in, your eyes shifted downward, and you turned around, immediately bumping into the back of a rather tall man, spilling your drink on your dress.

He turned, and you saw his shiny black shoes, your eyes then traveled up the length of his slacks, long legs. He wore a white dress shirt, without a tie, and the top two buttons where open, revealing the smooth skin at the top of his chest, collar, and upwards to his neck. You pulled in your bottom lip and released it very slowly when your eyes landed on his face. The most beautiful man you had ever seen, stood before you with the most beautiful smile. Your friends behind you called your name and voiced encouragement towards you, attempting to turn your face from what, from who, you were focused on. But because of the failed attempt they went on about their business and left you to…well…this man. Who opened his perfect lips and said something to you as he slipped his hands into his pockets.

“Wh-what?” You questioned. The music was very loud, so you leaned in a little closer to hear him. So, he closed the space between you a little more. One hand slipped out of his pocket and he placed it respectfully on your hip and bent down slightly at the waist to say again.

“Looks like I owe you another drink” He purred with a honeyed accent, but you couldn't exactly tell what kind. He smelled fantastic. A fresh shower, and a cologne that melted into your nostrils. It made you close your eyes and lean in a little more to take another sniff, but he pulled back to look at you for your response.

“No, you don’t have to. I wasn’t watching where I was going, and clearly spilling it was a lesson learned.” You voiced loudly, as the music around you died. Everyone around you looked at you and then away as a lot of them cleared the floor. Shuffling back to their tables, booths and upstairs to the send floor where there was more seating and another bar. Embarrassing.

“Well I’m happy that you learned your lesson, but what kind of man would I be if I left you without another drink?” He said sweetly with melody a British tongue.

It made you shiver.

“I’m not sure, I don’t really know you.” You blushed.

He looked down at the ground and smiled, changing his weight on another leg.

“Well, how about we change that?” He beamed.God he was beautiful. The Lights above dancing across his face, creating a web of light and shades, which gave his features many different looks.

You blushed more and gave a closed lip smile.

“I’m… Reagan.” You lied as you held your delicate hand out for him. You lied because you promised yourself that you wouldn't be you. You didn't want to have any connection with your old life tonight. So you lied.

His eyes looked down at your hand and then back up at you. Could he tell that you lied to him? He licked his lips, they were thin, pink and beautiful. For a moment you entertained the thought of what it would be like to kiss them. Taste them. Fuck, taste him.

He took your hand in his. His hands were so warm, and soft. His large fingers closed around your palm. You could have swore you felt his pulse in his hands, or maybe it was your own. Your heart was pounded when he touched you. Even it was only your hand, you didn’t want him to stop touching you. You wanted him to touch more of you.

“I’m Richard” he said

“Nice to meet you Richard.”

You locked eyes.

“The pleasure is all mine, Reagan.” He purred, as his eyes racked you up and down. Those pink lips curling into another lustful smile.

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The Side Effects of Being HumanChapter 3: Boys, Boys, Boys. “Ryan…” I gasp as I palm my cock through the lace panties, feeling so constricted and perfect and yes, I do work at the lingerie store for the discount. My hips are raising to meet my hand as I begin to feel goosebumps peppering my skin, spread naked across my couch. I hate Ryan Ross. I hate him. I hate, hate, hate him. It’s been a week since I’ve gotten off, two weeks since I last saw Ryan Ross. And he’s still invading my alone time. Fucking great. It is great though, that’s the problem. My cock is out of the panties now, the firm, fast strokes, it’s fucking amazing. My eyes slide shut, and I bite on my lip slightly as I move up to fuck my fist. I finally give in and let my mind fill with explicit images. I’m too far gone to stop myself. I wonder if he’d really like me like this, spread out for him, whimpering and writhing in lingerie, moaning his name… I bet he would. It’s almost too much as I imagine his hands on my hips again. Maybe they’d be there long enough to leave bruises this time. “Oh… fuck!” I mumble, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. My toes are curling, and my orgasm is building up, oh god, yes… “Honey, I’m hoooome!” my heart almost stops in my chest as the door swings open and there’s Dallon, eyes wider than I’ve ever seen, frozen still and staring. Staring at my hard cock peeking out of bright red, lace lingerie. Fan-fucking-tastic. I freeze too as our eyes meet, my cock twitching painfully in my hand, so desperate that I let out a whine. Fuck. I grab the covers and pull them over me, cock protesting now there’s nothing touching it, I shake my head. He wasn’t supposed to be home from work till way later, he must be back for lunch. “Dallon, seriously. I need this, so go. Go!” I order him, not caring much for dignity right now as the sweat drips down my forehead. Dallon just nods, out of shock, I assume and rushes past me into his bedroom, a few seconds later and music is blaring from the other side of his door. I’m too close to my orgasm to be humiliated. Moments later I regain composure and put a little more lube over my aching dick, I’ll have to build up to it again but it’s been too long and I need this and shit… Finally. The pressure is back on my dick and I moan, trying not to picture Dallon looking at my cock but I can’t help it. I’m such a sick fucker, damn it Brendon. Slick, fast movements and I build up again, a few minutes in and my hand stills as I listen to little moans coming from my roommates bedroom. Shit. I come thinking about Dallon Weeks jerking off. Listening to Dallon Weeks jerking off. Better than coming whilst thinking about Ryan, though, I suppose. I already did that last week and I would rather not stoop so low as to do it twice. I bet Ryan only comes to the thought of himself. Psh. * * * Another misty Saturday night, the air is cold and I can see my breath as I lock up our apartment. Dallon and I avoid eye contact and make awkward small talk whilst we walk to the gay bar, Boys/Boys/Boys and I briefly wonder if Ryan will be there this week and if so if he’ll be as much of an asshole as he was last week. There’s a small line this time, it’s getting more popular. We join the line and I watch Dallon as he absently hums to the quiet music from inside the building, he can just make it out and gosh, he has a nice voice. His adams apple bobs as he swallows and it goes straight to my dick. I am a slut. Brendon Urie, everybody, the slut. I remind myself it’s been a good few months since I’ve had sex, that’s why I’m beginning to find everyone around me hot as hell. Or maybe it’s just because they are hot as hell. Speaking of… Gabe is already grinning as he joins us in the line, placing a large hand on my hip and sandwiching me between him and Dallon. His eyes are dark and wide as he and the other man make conversation over my head, he’s on something, at least I think he is. I hope he is. Last time Gabe was on something he tried to suck my dick and I think this time I’d have to take him up on it. “You look pretty tonight, querido…” a hot voice dances over my ear as I’m pulled closer to his side, I grin. He’s on something. I look up, his smile is devious and expectant and my eyes fall from it down the sharp lines of his body and back up again. Yeah, I’d take him up on it. * * * The bar is too hot, I’m sweating again but I couldn’t care less because not only am I five drinks down but I also have Dallon one side of me, my ass playfully pushing back against him and Gabe the other side, our chests pushed close together and fuck, I love my friends. I try not to remember the gorgeous sounds I heard coming from Dallon’s room just yesterday but his breath on the back of my neck is making it harder. My eyes are on Gabe’s chewed up lip and I watch his long tongue swiftly lick over the tiny hint of redness. I excuse myself when it all get a bit much. We’re not drunk enough for this. Yet. “Three jager bombs, please…” I almost forget about Ryan. Almost until another voice appears next to me at the bar.  “Make that four.” he corrects the bartender, giving me a sweet grin as if to say ‘My treat’. I roll my eyes, I don’t need Ryan Ross and his stupid money paying for my drinks. Or not paying, as the case appears to be, why does he get so many free drinks? He looks good, admittedly, glowing eyes framed by smudged, kohl liner and a killer smile. I look around, no blonde girl, no William, just Ryan. “I wanted to apologise for us getting off on the wrong foot last week. You and your… friends… should come party with me in the VIP area.” He says, eyes dangerous as they flicker over me, he looks almost possessive. He doesn’t own me. “No, thank you.” I brush him off and try not to grin as I catch his eyes narrow, he tries to cover it up but I saw. I so saw. I find it funny, actually, that he saw me dancing with not one but two hot dudes and obviously thinks he can come in and have me to himself. I mean, if he tried hard enough, he probably could but I’m not letting him think that. Ryan Ross is an asshole. I’ve made up my mind. “Fine…” he wanders over to Gabe and Dallon and I see their smiles grow, he puts an arm around both of them and walks them toward the VIP area. The fuck. I run after them, arms in the air, bitter confusion and disappointment on my face. “What are you guys doing?!” I blurt out. I shouldn’t have gone to the bar, I should have stayed dancing. Warm, sloppy, drunk, sweaty, friendly dancing. “Ryan’s taking us to the VIP area, he apologised for the other night, he’s pretty cool, Bren.” Gabe talks excitedly, he’s buzzing from the vodka or the red bull or the god knows what else. He leans in close “And he has weed…” Oh. Well. Maybe just… maybe just one VIP area meeting with Ryan Ross couldn’t hurt. But he’s not leaving here with any of us. So, ha! We drink our shots and follow him like lost puppies. It’s annoying because it’s exactly what he wants. * * * Ryan rolls the blunt between his fingers with ease and I stop to look over them, musicians fingers, I wonder what he plays briefly as he lights it. We’ve spent a couple of hours talking about well, just about anything, about the Mersey beat scene in the 60’s, how Mark Twain changed our lives and about how space can’t really be infinite… can it? We have more in common than I’d like to admit. “Thought you were gonna have a threesome on the dance floor earlier…” Ryan’s smile is dark, it’s a light hearted comment but there’s annoyance behind his words. He nods to the table behind us. I look around, shit, Gabe and Dallon appear to have occupied a booth together. Without me. Kissing and grinding and Gabe is arching into it and I can see him wrap his long legs around my room mates waist to pull him closer. Long limbs tangling, hands in hair, pulling. Tugging. Kissing. Sucking. That’s an image I won’t shake for a while. Ryan takes my chin by a finger, tilting my head so I look at him instead. “You know Brendon, you’re the prettiest guy in this damn bar…” I beg to differ, I think as our eyes meet and this Ryan is so… different to the one I’ve met previously. His eyes are so sincere, his smile so genuine… Shit, I’m falling for it just like every other shmuck I’ve seen hanging off him. “My damn bar.” He points out, like I didn’t already know. I manage to squeak out a ‘thank you’ and shift uncomfortably. He hands me the blunt after inhaling, I take a hit. “I should really get going, it’s late and, they’re obviously gonna be off soon and…” “Come home with me.” I. What? No. “You heard.” I. What? Okay. Maybe.

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Speech by Peter Dickens on the Centenary of the Battle of Delville Wood

Thiepval Memorial, France 10th July 2016

Springbok Valour – Speech by Peter Dickens, Chairman of the Royal British Legion South African branch, in commemoration of 100 years of South Africans on the Somme and Battle of Delville Wood. Held at the Thiepval Memorial, France on 10th July 2016

“On behalf of The Royal British Legion South African Branch I would also like to welcome all here today, it is our privilege to honour the South African sacrifice during the Somme offensive – especially at Delville Wood just a short distance from this memorial.

We started this memorial service, with short blasts from World War 1 replica whistles, this was the signal blown by individual officers to send their troops “over the top” during the Somme Offensive and aside from the gun and artillery fire this is the last mechanical sound thousands of soldiers heard

Frightening isn’t it? The sound of these whistles had some men literally freeze in pure terror. What a harrowing and poignant start and to consider that it was a sound that was going to repeat itself again and again all along the Somme salient.

Why is the Thiepval memorial significant to South Africans? It’s a surprise to many in The Royal British Legion and in South African veteran and military circles, but the official designation of this memorial is the “Memorial to the 72, 195 British and South African servicemen, who died in the Battle of the Somme of the First World War between 1915 – 1918, with no known grave”.

This memorial is built right across the front lines as they stood on the 1st July 1916, the very same day the British Army suffered 20 000 men killed and a further 40 000 wounded – it’s literally on this very ground that we are standing on now that much of this massive bloodletting took place. Humbling – no doubt!

This memorial however, speaks not simply of that first day but of the whole Battle of the Somme. On stone panels around the memorial’s arches are recorded the names of the men of the United Kingdom, 71,336 and 858 South Africans.

There is also one Irish born South African Victoria Cross recipient listed – Captain Alexander Young, awarded the Victoria Cross during the Boer War, Young served with the South African Scottish Regiment and was killed in action in October 1916.

To, think – these are only the ‘missing’ from the battle of the Somme – men who have no known grave, or on whose gravestone is inscribed the words “unknown soldier”. As to names on actual headstones, around us are thousands. The Somme Offensive is off the scale – it is the most bloodiest battle in the entire history of mankind, – the sad truth – it advanced only 10 km along the front with the grim total of 1 million men dead or wounded from both sides littered in its wake.

And it all began with a Bang!, a very big one. Soldiers of the British Forces here and soldiers of the South African forces just over the way at Delville Wood witnessed the biggest explosion ever seen until then – The Lochnagar mine explosion was so big that debris from the explosion hit a British spotter plane 4000 ft up in the air, the detonation of this large mine and 8 others under German positions was said to be heard as far as England, and it was the start of carnage on a epic level.

On the South African side of the Somme Offensive things started off remarkably well, the 1st South African Brigade was ordered to advance and to capture Delville Wood on the 14th July and “hold it at all costs”.

At first the attack progressed smoothly and by the end of the day the South Africans had secured the wood, now spread along the perimeter in groups forming machine gun nests.

But, rather than having “secured” the wood, the brigade was now in a trap, with only the south western base in contact with the 26th Brigade in Longueval. All troops were equipped with spades but digging within the wood was made extremely difficult by roots and tree trunks, preparation of proper trenches was impossible, the South made do with shallow burrows. With these unprepared trenches just over 3000 South Africans faced over 7,000 German troops, holding the wood was going to be extremely difficult!

The Germans launched one of the heaviest artillery bombardments of the war in an effort to dislodge the South Africans. At its peak the rate of firing exceeded 400 shells per minute and to think this relentless volley of shelling for days on end, and it was into a wood no bigger than a square kilometer in size.

There is a reason there as so many “missing” South Africans listed on this memorial – this rate of artillery fire literally vaporized these men or blasted them beyond recognition. This is why Delville Wood itself is such a humbling experience – many of these men listed HERE are still THERE, unfound even to this day.

Of the 121 officers and 3,032 men of the South African Brigade who launched the initial attack, only 29 officers and 751 men eventually walked out. These men held the wood at a massive cost, even reverting to hand to hand combat at stages – the depth of bravery required to do this under this sort of fire power is simply too staggering to contemplate. The losses sustained by the South Africans were one of the greatest sacrifices of the war.

The South African Brigade suffered 80% loss, yet they managed to hold the Wood as ordered. This feat has was described then as “… the bloodiest battle hell of 1916.”

But something very important also happened during the Battle of Delville Wood – the South African nation as we know it today was born. It was out of this horrific baptism of fire, of South Africans from across ethnic, language and cultural divides – fighting as one in union and strength, that the newly formed Union of South Africa’s national identity was forged for the years come.

“Nancy” the Springbok, the South African Scottish mascot on the Somme, had been the symbol of home for all the men during the fighting, she proudly led four battalions of the South African Brigade to the first Delville Wood drum head service after the battle in 1918.

Prancing on her thin little legs, it’s almost as if she knew that she was the darling of every soldier on parade – and of those they were coming to honour – because from here on out these South African fighting men had walked into history as a force to be RESPECTED and the legend of the fighting Springbok was born.

The veterans bond

I would like, if I may, to talk about why is the Battle of the Somme, something that occurred 100 years ago, is so important to us as veterans?

Forgive me if I read an abridge version from these very poignant memoirs. One from a South African who had just survived Deville Wood in France in 1916, one from a survivor of the SS Mendi in 1917 and the other is from a South African who survived an air attack during Ops Modular in Angola in 1987.

Lance Corporal Frederick Charles Lee, the only surviving NCO in his company to come out of Delville wood.

“After five days of absolute awfulness poor Angus Brown, my pal, died of wounds after about three hours awful suffering. He had both feet blown off by a shell. I saw him a little while after he was hit. I gave him a drink of water, and the only complaint he made at that time was “My God, Fred, the pain is awful “. With that I ran down to the dressing station and got the doctor to give me some Morphine. When I got back Angus was just about finished’

The next from Matli, a survivor of the SS Mendi

“George Mathibe said to me when I found him, we are about to die, but one of us will live to tell at home how members of the tribe had died with the ship Mendi, and I hope it will be you’ at that point Matli gave Mathibe his warm great overcoat, promised to return to him but was unable to do so”.

70 years later, Cpl Dave Mannall, writes the following from Ops Modular after the Ratel 90 Infantry Fighting Vehicle next to his took a direct hit from a Mig fighter jet ‘s parachute retarded bomb:

“Frikkie De Jager died from multiple shrapnel injuries before the helicopters arrived, his death was extremely hard for us boys, watching that death slowly unfold over eight hours took a far greater toll on our morale, especially for all of us who had become brothers in arms with him during our year in 61 Mech”.

Although separated by 70 years, all these brave South Africans – Angus Brown, George Mathibe and Frik De Jager share a bond between themselves and that same bond is shared with us as their brothers in arms.

They all died in excruciating circumstances brought about by War but, most importantly, they all died in the arms of men would have gladly given their lives for them instead … and that is a very special bond indeed.

That bond of brotherhood stretches in countless names from Frikkie all the way to Angus, before and after. It is a bond that we all share, and it’s a bond that is never broken.

It really is not the job of Politicians to carry the flame of remembrance for our brothers, nor can they really understand the bond we have for them. There is no political currency to be made out the war dead, to do this is to absolutely dishonor them.

Because of this unique bond – It is our job – the job of the Veterans to carry this solemn flame of remembrance – this RED Poppy – it is our duty to carry that unique thread that links us here today with the men buried in the ground we are standing on and with those South Africans who where sacrificed nearby at Arques-la-Bataille or on the SS Mendi – even those who lie in graves far off in countries like Angola from a forgotten war … and we prepare to stand by those who WILL fall in the years to come.

Today! – our bond remains with those South Africans who fell in Delville Wood and those who where never found during the Battle of the Somme and are immortalized on this very monument – and after 100 years OUR bond is as strong as ever.

Lest we forget”

Springbok Valour Speech by Peter Dickens on the Centenary of the Battle of Delville Wood Thiepval Memorial, France 10th July 2016…

#Battle of Delville Wood #Battle of the Somme #Royal British Legion #Somme Offensive #South African Legion

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[ZERO] Your last ex texted you and wanted you back, would you take them back? noooo. not even a slight chance of that ever happening. even if we were both the last people on earth. i’d rather die alone. [ONE] Has anyone told you “Forever and ever” then left? all the time. they didn’t necessarily say “forever and ever” but they did swear up and down that they’d always be there. [TWO] Your relationship status? married. [THREE] Where did you meet your crush(s)? i met jacob in middle school. [FOUR] Have you ever lost a close friend? yeah. it sucks. [FIVE] Do you smoke weed regularly? i’ve never smoked weed in my life, so obviously not.

[SIX] Think back to the beginning of 2009, are you still dating the same person? i am actually. weird. [SEVEN] Would your parents be mad if you were in a relationship? i’m an adult, so no. [EIGHT] When was the last time you really laughed? earlier thanks to wyatt. he’s a cutie. [NINE] Something’s wrong first guy you turn too? it depends, but maybe jacob. i don’t really have anyone else. [TEN] First girl you’d go to? kayla or my mom, depending on circumstances. [ELEVEN] Is there anyone who doesn’t like you because of something you did? probably. there are people who don’t like me because of things i didn’t do or had no control over, so it wouldn’t surprise me if the opposite was also true. [TWELVE] Angry at anyone? only when i’m around those people. [THIRTEEN] What’s stopping you from going for the person you like? i’m with the person i like.. [FOURTEEN] When was the last time you cried really hard? sunday night. [FIFTEEN] Is there anyone you would do anything for? yeah. SEVENTEEN] Who was the last person you talked to for more than 10 mins on the phone? i don’t remember. [EIGHTEEN] What is your favorite song? i don’t know. i’ve been liking the song singles you up by jordan davis cos it’s kind of got a fun rhythm.. [NINETEEN] Do you like Red Bull? i’ve only had it in a jager bomb, and i hated that, so i don’t think i could do it by itself. [TWENTY] How many people can you trust with just about everything? no one. lol. [TWENTY-ONE] Have you ever wished on a shooting star? on what i thought was a shooting star when i was younger, probably. [TWENTY-TWO] Does the last person you held hands with mean something to you? he’s my son. he means everything to me. [TWENTY-FOUR] Describe yourself in one word? exhausted. [TWENTY-FIVE] Do you have anything that belongs to your ex? i do not. [TWENTY SIX] Can you honestly say you’ve had a sleepover with the opposite gender? yeah. before jacob and i lived together. [TWENTY-EIGHT] Anyone ever cheated on you? jacob did at the beginning of our relationship at least once. [THIRTY] Do you act differently around the person you like? i don’t think so. i might not watch my swearing as much, but that’s about it. [THIRTY-ONE] Honestly, whose numbers do you have memorized? mom, jacob, and my own. [THIRTY-TWO] Is it hard to make you laugh? not really. [THIRTY-THREE] Who was the last person to make you mad? sister. she kicked wyatt in the head. not super hard, but hard enough to make him cry. [THIRTY-FOUR] Do you think your last ex will eventually want to be with you again? don’t know or care. [THIRTY-FIVE] Have you ever fallen asleep in someone’s arms? i have. it’s been a long time. [THIRTY-SIX] Has anyone ever called you “scrumptious” before? i don’t think so.. [THIRTY-SEVEN] Would you like to put a night on replay and live it forever? eh. probably not forever. [THIRTY-EIGHT] Do you have a best friend that knows you inside and out? jacob maybe. [THIRTY-NINE] Is your best friend a slut? -_- no. [FORTY] Are hard drugs a turn off? i mean. i prefer someone not be on hard drugs.. especially since most are illegal and i have a child to think about also. [FORTY-ONE] Are you happy with life right now? there’s a lot i’m very unhappy about. the only thing i’m all that happy about is wyatt, to be honest. [FORTY-THREE] Are you still in love with your ex? not even a little. [FORTY-FOUR] Have you ever been the “other person” in a relationship? no. [FORTY-FIVE] Have you ever had your heart broken? yup. [FORTY-SIX] Have you ever broken someone’s heart? probably. [FORTY-SEVEN] Is there anybody you’re really disappointed in? myself. [FORTY-EIGHT] Where is your best friend? kayla might be at home, but i really have no clue. jacob is at work for about 50 more minutes. [FORTY-NINE] Something you’re happy about? wyatt. i don’t know what i would do if i didn’t have him. i’m pretty sure i wouldn’t still be here though. [FIFTY] How is your heart lately? eh. it’s been better..

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Has several things wrong with what's going on in the movie and he's acting very arrogant and he's going around screwing around with black people and he is extremely racist and it's kind of sending to them and it's in the past and he thinks he can do anything he wants now African-Americans are getting upset with him already let me see what he's doing and they know what it is they want them to say stuff and get them riled up and get his team riled up and it's actually for Miami tonight but they'll be riled up and they're going to do stuff cuz it's angry and other banks are in on it and times if you know has a bunch of bunkers and they do too that's kind of b******* but he does have the shadow though shatter dome and he has the majority of it but he's not the whole thing you can see it in the movies now the shattered over the north is being attacked the heavily huge armies are going after it giant armies are falling on both sides huge armies of Jager giant armies of iron Man are fighting and killing each other and it is a war not turned into a war right there and the South Pacific and South Atlantic are wars and Cork and foreigners are at it with him and Trump and the getting very restless because it's getting very difficult they can see that our son is tired exhausted and hasn't been through a war at all has ideas sometimes but they keep pushing him to do things he doesn't do and tell him things he shouldn't and he keeps getting mad it says you can't tell me all the stuff threaten me for it and expect anything to happen it's not happening and they finally are starting to get it the same we're trapped here what we're doing is not working and he says well Corky is doing jobs and those are working and it doesn't look like it but we're not completely done and without him I think we might be and he's holding them off and that's the job and while he's holding them off we probably should be doing something else and Trump started and got beat on and pushed out and he told everybody in Walmart who the sunset already and he said what I said I thought it means that they're calling you a pumpkin and he said no it's supposed to mean that I have the seas I said well they're at your people in a big way and then now so later but then already and they say I said it but it's going on so he checked and he says how do you know that you said later on they have an announce it and they're trying to blame me but it already happened it was okay and they're abysmally upset and I can stop bothering me all together too but then they're talking about coming in and pulling you all out so I don't know what to do so Corky's talking about with him in Walmart and they found out it's true and they're saying what are they going to do with the bombs and all said it was a fight everybody started to fight there quietly and then you left and they started to go at each other and they needed to know turns out that Tommy f and Mack and everybody we're going to use bombs on Florida so they decide to cool off on it and to figure out what to do so they're trying to figure out what to do and they're finding out the DC is under Mac control and that the people running up to the enclave were probably mostly warlock and others and that our son did a good job and got Intel to them that said no it's just these people when he actually put a phone call up there and other people were too but they hurt him and did it for some reason it doesn't make sense it does sort of people think we're him and they straighten it out got everybody's name and identity and they said we're up here just trying to spy and stuff when they come up. That's for nobody and there's somebody who are them it was unreal no there's only a couple of septillion people well it's a couple hundred but that's it and it's just all s.

Here's how it goes it's knowing it down where we could be and only a few areas well all the areas really and the shadow though and that's what they're thinking and cork is thinking that but really it's not enough is below and he's in the water and they think that Max are going to or are recuperating The Shatteredome and they're going to take it over and so forth so they're trying to invade and they're at the blockade right now the blockade is getting beaten down and spaceships are up by foreigners and they're up in a big way we calculated that half the foreigners fleet is up and fighting to get to Florida as to the JC announcement and the reason announcement about Galactica and Galactus possibly being buried with him or Frozen with them is increasing their effort or him being their father a giant contingent has come down from the north and it's all Max and they're going to try and fend off all the rebels and trying to get into Florida now and The fleets from foreign countries are trying to break through and our son is wondering what he should do what we say is there's tons of Max overseas so he's going to give the order contingent on that being true for the Zerg to hit the Carolinas and intercept unless there's something there which there's not and the space Marines and we're going to go ahead and do that and we prep them and it's a good order and it's threatening the social security and yes the letter went to South Carolina so while we're there going to get it here. Some flights to Utah are affordable by the way about $100 each way and he could do it he might decide is really good and being a skin Flint and there's some places he could eat and don't cost that much and you can eat things that are filling because the microwave as a chef boyardee did before with Ken in the hotel and they get stuck there he was forced to spend money and he had chef boyardee and Ken loved it he loved that stuff he was eating it cuz he didn't ever since and it's not that bad for you doesn't have that much fat and it's got some beef it's become a big boy from it comes off pretty quick it is fat but he's pretty fat from it fat and happy me can I father-in-law or step dad really a happy guy if you're tired of being serious a spaghetti o occasionally will make your day. He's trying it and guess why it's more fun to eat but it's really not as nutritious... But back to the war he says finally it's going well and the Zerg and this the space Marines going to invade and they're going to stop that big group and leave that area low everybody needs it and it's about time and I'll start ramping up now because it kind of sick of these people and it's in a ton of people up there to their desks and now the Russians are figuring out it's like mostly more like went up there it's kind of stood there and Max wiped them out over and over and The enclave might be Max perhaps and that's what it turned out to be and they can't actually fight that small group so sending all this Intel and the group is starting to intercept it to see who they were the molar and it said these people are max they're leading us up there he said shouting at each other why can't we do anything so we think they're his people and you don't fire on them so they got to go up there and try and hit him and Tommy air for coming across from Russia but the Russians are going to pour behind him.

So that's why the wolverines go up there is to try and hit the enclave and when they're up there and really it's not that far outside of Alaska so it's kind of a weird thing I couldn't figure it out and while they're up there they engage and Tommy f starts sending his troops tons of them.

Huge huge boats and ships I got to come over shortly and it's due to this particular

Thor Freya

Get it out there...

Now

Hera

If you stop talking I can send it out

Zues

I will stop talking once you send it so why don't you send it

I'm sending it now we'll stop talking and send it

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angmuffin · 7 years

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March 6, 2017

(Song of the Day: "Flashed Junk Mind" by Milky Chance)

Officially marked off my 14th country this weekend!

Some quick background: Even though the Spanish and Andorran Fulbright programs are completely separate, and the Commission is technically only in charge of Spain, we invite our Andorran counterparts to participate in our orientation, mid-year, and some other activities throughout the year. However, because of their tiny, tiny number of grantees (five... as opposed to over 120 south of the border) and geographical isolation, they are constantly seeking out friends.

This is where I come in!

Kat and I started planning this trip back in September, but life got in the way, and the first possible weekend for me to go visit was beginning of March. Long story short, Jeremy decided to make it into an unofficial Andorra conference, also known as the Andorra Spring Seminar, or ASS. I still came. So did about 15 other people.

My biggest worry with a group this large was that everyone would want to do their own thing and not get along, but I am genuinely impressed with their planning and leadership skills because I had the time of my life. They supposedly divided responsibility over each individual guest among themselves ahead of time, so that every Andorran was in charge of ensuring that his or her group had fun.

I arrived Friday around noon after a journey that included a 5:50 am train and two buses, and, after some quick lunch, Kat took me on a mini guided tour that began with me stopping by one of the many perfume stores. (Yes, I am now the proud owner of the Coach New York fragrance. No regrets.) The planned activity for the night was dropping in on a Casteller practice to see them in action. For those of you who, like me, had to be educated about this particular sport, it is a human tower-building team where literally anyone and everyone can participate. We saw participants of all ages, from little toddlers wobbling on their parents’ shoulders to retirees. They even let us help with the base! The higher parts of the tower itself are typically composed of younger (and lighter) children, but every single person has a role. It was amazing.

I wasn’t particularly into skiing on Saturday, so Kat and I went on a roadside hike and took a bunch of beautiful pictures instead before meeting up with the rest of the group and touring Casa de la Vall, or the Parliament building. The latter was extremely tiny but filled with so much history! It was a bummer that they didn’t allow any type of photography.

Saturday night kicked off with a giant dinner party at the German restaurant in town. We made a reservation for 22 people, and while not every single one of them showed up, we still completely overtook the establishment. The owner was also nice enough to supply us with a free round of some weird type of Jager bombs, so those of us who planned to go out afterwards got a head start.

(I was in bed by 2, aka did not make it off the couch once we got back.)

Sunday was bittersweet because the weather was absolutely beautiful, but I also knew that I’d have to board the bus at some point and return to Spain. We skipped Caldea, which is a suuuuper nice spa, and strolled around Andorra la Vella instead for the benefit of both my blog and Kat’s fashion Instagram. It was an afternoon very well spent.

I would say I’m really said right now, but I already warned them that I’m coming back in the spring, so it’s not quite the end yet.

Travel info:

Getting from Madrid to Andorra: IT IS HELL. As there is no airport, or even train station, the most sensible routes go through either Lleida (Spanish Lérida) or Barcelona. I personally took the Lleida route because it was much cheaper and booked a roundtrip Renfe AVE from Madrid. There is a bus connection (either direct or stop-at-every-freaking-pueblo-and-then-some) between Lleida and Andorra la Vella, and while I used the Alsa company, there are apparently some shuttle buses available as well. I feel like a simple “getting to Andorra” Google search should do the trick. If you do go the Alsa route, know that the bus stops both right outside the Renfe station (cross the street and go a little to the left, past the tourist information office) and the actual bus station, which is about 5 minutes and 5€ away by taxi. Good luck!

Accommodation: I stayed with friends, so I have absolutely no idea.

Food: While many of my meals simply included trips to the grocery store (Andorra 2000 is the best one, supposedly), the aforementioned German restaurant is called “Brotzeit Tarragona.” I would also HIGHLY recommend “Henry’”s and “Art i Pa” as café/quick bite options. Henry’s is relatively new (located right next to the Parliament building), but the organic chocolate cake is to die for.

Shopping: If you’re looking for cheap perfume, take about three steps outside, and you’re bound to find a store. Júlia is the Andorran chain, but there are many more. There’s also a MAC store, if you’re looking for makeup too, and the mall (though pretty small) does offer options like Nike or Adidas. Try not to spend all your money there (I know it’s hard).

#Andorra #traveling #traveler #solo travel #wanderlust #glt #girls love travel #travel #mountains #hiking #weekend travel #human tower #casa de la vall

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stars-forever-dwell-blog1 · 7 years

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Winter Weaving

Well, winter is swiftly passing (though for me this time of year always seems to drag by impossibly slowly, so by the time spring actually comes, I’ve almost forgotten what grass is…I don’t know if I’m alone in this), and I figured I would update my blog in case anyone actually reads it. And for myself too. Yeah.

This is the first winter in which I went into it with my eyes wide open, fully aware and with no illusions about how bad it can get, how low I can go, and as prepared for it as I could possibly be. Armed with a sun lamp, vitamin D, the two more epic cats in the history of cat-kind, a yoga ball and lots of dark green veggies for the depression (not to mention the super duper pills my doctor prescribes for me…that was sarcasm. I hate taking them.), kava kava, ridiculous amounts of free time, and herbal tea for the anxiety, and yes, a helluva lot of compassion and gentleness for myself when I’m less than perfect and less than what I expect of myself, which is basically all the time.

The irony of it all is that compassion and self love are two concepts that I’ve struggled with since my early 20′s, when I became a self-proclaimed hippie, flew out west and lived in a tent in the woods for a year and half, and first heard of such an idea. Considering what it would mean to apply it to myself, I was shocked to discover how much self loathing I carry around, definitely more than the average person. Which then became the catalyst for some seriously deep soul searching, some intense asking of my favourite question, “Why?” And the root of a whole new vista of self knowledge that I won’t get into here. But the point of this paragraph is that self love and compassion have eluded me over and over again, like trying to chase down your own shadow. I guess I thought that I would be sitting there on a rock by the ocean one morning, smoking a cigarette in the lotus position while the sun rose and all my fellow hippies were still sleeping, and Compassion and Self Love would just slide into my skin as easily as the passing wind, and my eyes would brighten and suddenly everything would become so clear, and from that moment on my life would be forever changed. All my self hatred would dissolve in the salt water at my feet, I would start taking my dreams and goals and creativity seriously (but not too seriously), I would start eating well, start exercising regularly, teach yoga, find a boy who worshiped me, travel overseas, wear those pants that only come down to the tops of your calves, make your ass look amazing and your legs look capable, and sandals that support your arches. I wouldn’t be gangly anymore. My dreads would be perfectly even and would have beads and treasures hidden deep inside them. I would spend my 20′s traveling the world and then, at the glorious onset of my 30′s, probably on an airplane over the desert somewhere, would come to the neatly packaged conclusion that my real calling in life is to _______________ (insert some kind of natural healing career here), and would then begin a conscious journey into attending university to achieve the schooling necessary to do this. I would have supportive friends who came over for potlucks with strawberry and blackberry wine, bright scarves, attentive lovers who were drawn to my inner light but could never touch it, an old upright piano, a calico cat, and an apartment that was built in 1901 with a Victorian couch. My futon would have suns and moons and stars on it, and when my friends would sleep over we would talk far into the night, and once I had fallen asleep they would lie on their backs, staring at the sarong draped across the ceiling with the perfume of incense wafting down into their nostrils, enchanting them, making them wonder, with the music that softly played. Loreena McKennitt, Sinead O’Connor’s Gospel Oak, Ravi Shankar.

The reality of it, however, is that Compassion and Self Love finally came to me when I was too tired, too beaten down, too broken, to do or to be anything else. I was in the hospital with no one and nothing, and I wanted to die. Because I left the bright scarves, the turn of the century apartment buildings, the potlucks and sleepovers behind, in my quest to find the mountains and the fierce rage of snowboarding, of house music and Jager bombs, or situations that I could describe as sick and fucking epic, and when I found it, all that was in myself that didn’t align with it just fell away, and writing this now, three years later, I still barely remember who I am. Because I sacrificed it all to feel, for one safe and steady moment, normal. What I considered safe and steady, what I considered normal.

And now, I would give almost anything to feel like myself again.

But the funny thing is, I’m not only that girl from Osborne Village anymore – the one who dances at The Toad, the one who eats at Massala and Wasabi and who remembers Out of the Blue when it was cooler, and who has an account at Movie Village. I see myself as a tapestry, woven of so many bright, so many muted, complex threads. Can’t I be a Villager and a snowboard chick? Can’t I love the energy and the pulse of the city, and be a horse person too? Can I love the painting that happens with the written word, and be moved to indescribable levels by music, by art, too? Maybe it’s about integrating our images of ourselves with all the new things we’re learning and becoming every moment, and never limiting ourselves to what we used to be, even five minutes ago. Not worrying that no one has ever done it like this before.

I’ve felt, for my whole life, that I don’t have deep roots, or a strong sense of who I am or what I’m about. So maybe I’ve been shaky from the beginning, so no wonder I feel so lost. But lately it’s my passions that I keep coming back to as a touchstone for who I am. What is it I believe in? Like, really believe in? Down to the bone? What is it in my life that I feel like I’d die if I didn’t have? The things that make life feel worth living? What are my morals, my ethics, even when the world around me seems so devoid of them, or like no one cares? What do I care about? And you start to shape your life around these passions.

I think that as we grow older a refining process begins to take shape within us. We don’t lose our passions…we just start to see time differently. We start to ask ourselves, what matters most? What do I want to put my time and energy into? What do I want to grow in this garden that is my life? What will I cultivate? Because we can’t give 100% to all our passions (if we have as many as I happen to). We each have to create our own medicine wheel, and balance out what goes within it. How much Deer, how much Dolphin? How much piano, how much dance? How much sketching, how many horses, what colours will they be? And so on. Kind of like a recipe.

So every day, no matter how big the snowbanks are or how short the days, I remind myself that January is almost over, and that spring is on its way. Reminding myself of what’s true, even when all evidence is to the contrary.

Bye for now.

#depression winter shitthatsucks

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Can we find provino again we find savino again after after this morning's episode where he was arrested by us and then his own people arrested him well active and they caught up with him and told him to stop doing it I'm saying no now all the Giants are attacking his shadow up there in the Hudson Bay and they're trying them out and they're hitting them it's just like to see her desert and he's falling and it's supposedly better not as quick as Giants who moves fast as humans and big humans and they will on them and they're nailing them with all sorts of stuff it's very surreal scene if you're on the ground everybody is screaming and yelling they're moving this way get out of the way and if they can't move fast enough it's gross tons of Giants are falling and tons of robots or Jager really she's huge fight huge tremendous explosions this one started here just north of Orlando is a gigantic fight and everybody's in it and the small shadow dome have emptied again and it's the big huge battle and the shatteredome in Georgia's emptying too it's coming down and fighting Tommy f and his Yeager and his clones it's a gigantic battle the sun is way too close to them golf and we're infiltrating the s*** out of them right now cuz she's giving every indication that he's trying to do it and we're going to move on him here in a minute just trying to come down the road there's a huge number of people against him you're all showing up now for the fight and I can't stand him they know who he is and when he drives and everything tons of them are after and he's ruining the realm and his big mouth a huge homo mouth.

Matter of fact this is true that just drove by I'm going to swing back around and try and go get the national guard equipment and trying to rally all theirs from here that's what they do they want to fly by and see what he's doing I know some kind of new I'm making me dumb smiles it's hardly something to smile about time to kidnapping is a crime treason is a crime they keep doing it and doing it and doing it Max is trying to connect them too that's a weirdos trying when he was young but his granddaddy had him do it he knew about it too Matt could overcome an occasionally but not Tommy it's got a full bar and he's completely lost the battle is going fine up there shortly other shattered home will be opened up and battling as Giants form they're going and challenging the Yeager for the shadow dome they want to be the ones who put bombs in it right now the infiltrators have disabled the bombs and some of them have rolled out it's important to note that those bombs being in there make it so they're shattered on can't be blown up if it is it's a catastrophe and tell me if you know would be blamed is he instigated a catastrophe nobody wants that so they have to be careful in there that's a blow up any ordinance so they all know it's a math is it's a huge infiltration War as well they're after Tommy favino to take his bodies just as he's been saying to our son for years now they're all hearing it they can't stand it for a second no sun says they deserve it and it's very hellacious it's much worse than they would know but he's not really that Swift and doesn't think from someone else's perspective that often he is very mean to him thinks he's some sort of machine does what he wants and he's not simply deserve it they're going to be out of control with hatred and we agree with that they deserve it a lot and it does make them go nuts because they think that people are subservient to them and they don't understand this is how it is you're a Mac I'm a Mac we're compatible we'll get along just fine and yeah he's doing to the to his mom so really it's just dessert and it's happening everywhere now because of the bomb comment and the giant diamond the Trump said he found up on Titan underneath the shadow dome show them the scans and how he's doing it and Dan is confirming it you know they don't really want to

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