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Imagine com Louis Tomlinson

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n/a: Um imagine bem delicinha com nosso Tommo para rechear essa quarta-feira! Ele ficou curtinho, mas espero muito que gostem!

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Respirei fundo para controlar a raiva, olhando para a fornada de biscoitos que havia feito para esperar por Louis e Freddie. Desde que a vida escolar do pequeno havia começado nossos encontros haviam diminuído drasticamente, acontecendo até mesmo de Louis precisar ficar em algum hotel por LA para passar o final de semana com o filho, e o nosso contato ficava limitado a algumas chamadas de facetime. Chamadas essas que Freddie parecia fazer muito mais questão de falar comigo do que o pai. 

Já faziam alguns meses que Louis estava em casa, a pausa entre uma turnê e outra foi necessária para que ele se dedicasse 100% ao novo álbum, ele estava se esforçando mais do que em qualquer outro, e eu me orgulhava muito disso. O que não quer dizer que me sentia deixada de lado. 

Já havia notado algumas mudanças no comportamento de Louis há algum tempo. No começo era sutil, seus beijos demorados assim que chegava do estúdio passaram a ser selinhos. Nossas tardes de domingo vendo algum filme passaram a ser acompanhadas pelo seu celular onde ele anotava qualquer coisa que pudesse render uma música. 

Ele não perguntava mais sobre o meu dia, e não desenvolvia o assunto quando eu iniciava a conversa. 

Por mais que nossa vida sexual fosse relativamente ativa, e Louis sempre se esforçasse para que eu chegasse ao ápice, ele não era mais carinhoso após o ato, não me enchia de beijos nem fazia seus costumeiros comentários idiotas sobre sua performance. 

As noites frias em uma conchinha gostosa mudaram, para que ficássemos juntinhos na cama, eu precisava abraçá-lo. 

E cada dia mais as bandeiras vermelhas piscavam na frente dos meus olhos me avisando que o meu relacionamento estava indo para o fundo do poço. 

Decidi não me martirizar até que Louis voltasse, então peguei meu celular para ligar para Olivia e ver se o convite que ela havia feito há alguns dias ainda estava de pé. 

— Hey, sou eu. — Falei depois de ser atendida. — Ainda vai para a praia?

— Vou sim. Você e Lou decidiram ir? 

— Só eu na verdade. Louis foi ver a família com Freddie. — Apertei os lábios, tentando não transparecer em minha voz o quão decepcionada eu estava.

— E por que você não foi junto?

— Não fui convidada. — Suspirei. — Nem avisada.

— uhh. — Ela respirou fundo. — Entendi… Posso passar aí em quarenta minutos? 

— Perfeito, obrigado. 

Arrumei uma mala pequena, com apenas coisas o suficiente para os três dias na praia e algumas mudas de roupa para o caso de decidirmos sair para comer algo fora ou algo do tipo. 

Antes do combinado Olivia já estava apertando a campainha, me puxando para um abraço apertado assim que entrou.

— Não vai entrar na água? — Ela perguntou voltando molhada e se sentando na espreguiçadeira ao meu lado. Larguei meu livro na pequena mesa que havia entre nós. 

— Acho que não. — Fiz uma careta. — Já saíram matérias sobre Louis estar com a família sem mim, não quero alimentar com fotos de biquíni. 

— O que está acontecendo entre vocês? Lou sempre fez questão de levar você para ver a família. — Disse dando um gole em seu drink que já devia estar quente. 

— Eu não sei. — Admiti me sentando. — Ele está diferente, parece não fazer questão de falar comigo quando está em casa… agora ele foi sem nem me avisar. — Dei de ombros. 

— Vocês têm transado? — Ela perguntou com uma sobrancelha erguida. Olivia era minha melhor amiga por anos, ela sabia cada detalhe sobre mim e Louis desde o momento em que confidenciei a ela que estava apaixonada por ele. 

— Sim… mas está diferente. — Cocei meu queixo, ela me olhava com atenção e eu sabia que era a deixa para explicar. — Ele não é mais tão carinhoso depois do sexo… e também não fala mais nada durante. — Respirei fundo. — Ele costumava falar coisas obscenas o tempo todo, e agora ele nem geme direito. — Olivia assentiu lentamente, absorvendo as informações antes de dizer qualquer coisa.

— Pode ter entrado na rotina… — Ela pendeu a cabeça para o lado. — Sabe, já fazem anos que vocês estão juntos e nunca estiveram por tanto tempo no mesmo lugar por causa das turnês. 

— E o que eu faço sobre isso? — Perguntei derrotada. 

— Use uma lingerie que ele goste, faça um strip… essas coisas. Louis te ama, S/N. Ele apenas está se esforçando com o novo álbum. 

— Espero que esteja certa. — Suspirei.

— Agora vem. De jeito nenhum vai passar o final de semana sem entrar na água. — Levantou animada, me estendendo a mão e me arrastando em direção à água.

Louis chegou em casa duas horas depois de mim, deixando um selinho rápido em meus lábios e avisando que iria para o estúdio recém montado em nosso porão. Preparei o jantar esperando poder trocar mais do que duas palavras, mas para a minha decepção, Louis pegou seu prato e voltou para onde estava, me deixando sozinha com a comida e os pensamentos gritantes em minha mente. 

Tomei um banho logo, passei meu hidratante mais cheiroso e vesti minha melhor camisola, aquela que quando viu pela primeira vez fez Louis perder a cabeça. 

Mas, assim que entrei no quarto vi Louis deitado, de costas para o meu lado da cama, com os olhos fixos na tela do celular. Me acomodei nas cobertas quentinhas, me aproximando um pouco mais dele. Com uma das mãos infiltrei a camiseta cinza, deixando um carinho em seu peito, descendo devagar pela barriga, mas antes que passasse do umbigo, Louis segurou minha mão.

— Desculpa, linda, eu estou morto hoje. E preciso acordar cedo para terminar umas coisas. — Ele disse sem sequer se mover para me olhar, fazendo com que um nó se formasse em minha garganta. 

Não demorou muito para que Louis dormisse, ressoando levemente. Mas eu não conseguia adormecer, os pensamentos gritavam, torturavam, machucavam e escorriam pelo meu rosto. Saí da cama com cuidado para não acordá-lo, com a lanterna do celular iluminei meu armário, vestindo a primeira muda de roupas que encontrei. 

Precisava espairecer, respirar ar puro e tentar colocar os meus pensamentos no lugar. 

Enfiando o celular no bolso do jeans, saí em direção à escada que dava acesso ao telhado, sentando em um cantinho para encarar as estrelas. 

Me encolhi, tentando evitar o ar frio que fazia minha pele se arrepiar, me arrependendo de não ter pego um casaco. 

Já era possível ver o sol se erguendo quando a porta do telhado foi aberta com violência, revelando um Louis afobado vestindo apenas a camiseta da noite passada e uma cueca. De onde estava ele não podia me ver, e por alguns segundos o observei virando o rosto para os dois lados. Me levantei em silêncio, saindo do meu esconderijo e vendo a expressão preocupada se suavizar. 

— Eu acordei e você não estava lá, me assustou pra caralho. — Falou se aproximando. — Achei que tivesse ido embora. 

— Por que pensou isso?

— Ontem Olivia me ligou. — Disse fazendo meu coração dar um pulo. — Ela me disse umas coisas que me deixaram pensativo… e a noite eu estava chateado, porque você foi falar com ela e não comigo sobre o que estava te incomodando. 

— Lou… — Comecei, mas ele deu um passo para a frente, segurando meus ombros. 

— Eu fui um idiota, deveria ter levado para ver a minha família. E eu tenho estado pilhado com o álbum e acabei me descuidando e não te dando atenção, mas isso não quer dizer que eu não te ame mais. — As lágrimas voltaram a se formar em meus olhos, Louis me encarava com as íris azuis presas nas minhas. — Vem cá. — Ele me puxou para o abraço que eu senti tanta falta. — Sempre que eu for um idiota, você pode me dizer. Pode me bater se for preciso, mas não some assim. 

— Você não foi um idiota. — Murmurei, enfiando meu rosto em seu peito enquanto o apertava mais com os braços. 

— Fui sim. Você estava linda ontem… uma delícia — Disse me fazendo soltar uma risadinha. — e eu desperdicei por orgulho bobo. 

— Desculpa. — Falei erguendo o rosto para olhá-lo. — Eu devia ter falado sobre isso com você. 

— Devia sim. — Suspirou. — Mas eu te perdoo se você me perdoar. 

— Eu não preciso te perdoar de nada. — Louis revirou os olhos antes de me olhar com uma falsa expressão de repreensão que o sorrisinho em seus lábios entregava. — Tá bem, eu te perdoo. 

— Ótimo, agora vamos entrar. Está frio pra caralho aqui e eu tô de cueca. — Reclamou, me fazendo dar uma risada. Tentei me soltar dos seus braços para fazer o que ele pediu, mas Louis me impediu, se abaixando um pouco, passando as mãos pela minha bunda e me erguendo em seu colo, me fazendo gritar seu nome em surpresa. — Estou cuidando de você, gata. Reparando o meu erro. — Falou dando os primeiros passos em direção a porta.

— Ah é? E o que vem depois? — Falei passando os braços em seu pescoço para me segurar.

— Te jogar na nossa cama e te comer bem gostoso, do jeitinho que você gosta. — Ele me lançou seu melhor sorriso malicioso, fazer um calor se acender em meu corpo.

Meu Louis estava de volta.

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Imagine com Louis Tomlinson

Santa's Gift

N/a: Finalmente chegou o nosso especial! E iniciamos com ele, o quase aniversarianteeeeee ❤️ espero que gostem, foi tudo preparado com amor 😍

S/N não conseguia fechar o enorme sorriso que se formava em seus lábios, mesmo quando tudo o que ouvia dos outros hóspedes da pequena pousada fossem reclamações da nevasca que caíra na noite passada e atrapalhara os planos de todos para a véspera do natal.

Ela havia fugido do caos da cidade para ficar sozinha, desde que tomara a decisão de se mudar do Brasil para a Inglaterra, contra a vontade dos pais e do resto da família.

Com uma xícara de chocolate quente fumegando, ela sentou na varanda, encarando encantada a camada grossa de neve que havia se formado por todo o lugar. Parecia exatamente como os intermináveis filmes clichês de natal que tantas vezes ela assistira em sua terra, porém quase derretendo em um calor de no mínimo 30 graus.

Em uma das extremidades da varanda, havia um homem, vestindo uma jaqueta grossa e aparentemente tendo uma ligação bastante estressante, já que ele esbravejava coisas como: “não é minha culpa que nevou mais do que o esperado” e “sim, vou arriscar a porra da minha vida porque você quer vestir um pijama ridículo em frente á lareira”.

Deixando a xícara de chocolate sobre a mesinha de centro, S\N inclinou o corpo, enfiando o dedo indicador na camada fofinha de neve que havia se formado sobre a cerca de madeira que delimitava a varanda.

Depois de desligar sua ligação, Louis observou a cena. A garota parecia uma criança vendo a neve pela primeira vez, sorrindo abertamente e soltando risadinhas. Ele guardou o celular no bolso da jaqueta, ainda incomodado por estar longe da família não apenas na véspera do Natal mas como no seu aniversário.

Os feriados de final de ano sempre foram os seus favoritos, sempre os reservou para aproveitar com as irmãs, o filho e o resto da enorme família Tomlinson, e pela primeira vez em tantos anos estava sendo privado disso.

O britânico sentou na poltrona acolchoada, ao lado da garota.

— É a primeira vez que você vê neve? — Ele não se conteve em perguntar.

Como fazia apenas quando estava no palco, o coração de Louis vibrou dentro do peito quando o par de olhos castanhos se dirigiram a ele, acompanhado por um sorriso doce. As bochechas da garota bonita estavam avermelhadas, assim como a ponta do seu nariz, e o suéter natalino não parecia ser o suficiente para aquecê-la.

— Na verdade, é sim. — Ela respondeu, em um inglês cheio de um sotaque adorável.

— De onde você é?

— Brasil. — Ela respondeu, deixando-o surpreso. Louis tinha boas memórias do país tropical.

— E o que veio fazer tão longe no natal? — Disse tombando a cabeça de lado. Louis nunca foi o tipo que se interessava pela vida de estranhos, mas alguma coisa naquela garota o deixava instigado a cada vez fazer mais e mais perguntas.

— Me mudei há alguns meses. — Ela disse dando de ombros. — E você?

— Eu? — Prendendo o lábio inferior entre os dentes, a garota soltou o ar pelo nariz.

— Acabei ouvindo sua conversa sem querer… por conta da neve você vai passar o natal longe da sua família?

— Sim. — Louis suspirou.

— Sinto muito. — Ela disse pegando a xícara na mesa, dando um gole na bebida que soltava uma leve fumaça cheirosa. — Sua esposa deve estar furiosa.

— Não sou casado. — Ele disse com divertimento. — Na verdade, estava falando com uma das minhas irmãs ao telefone. — Explicou.

— Oh, me desculpe. — Ela disse envergonhada, ficando ainda mais vermelha.

— Você parece ser a única feliz em ficar presa aqui em pleno Natal. — O moreno falou, erguendo uma das sobrancelhas.

— Não estou presa. — Deu de ombros. — Tudo que eu queria era um natal tranquilo e com muita neve.

Louis sorriu com a sinceridade e com a simplicidade da garota. Esquecendo por algum tempo a frustração que sentia.

Como se fossem velhos conhecidos, os dois passaram a tarde inteira conversando, e quando o sol se pôs sentaram em frente a lareira acesa, acompanhados por um casal de idosos que conversava animadamente, vestindo suéteres natalinos que combinavam.

— Como é o natal no Brasil?

— Muito diferente. — A garota suspirou nostálgica. — É quente demais essa época do ano, e uma boa parte das famílias se juntam para assistir os especiais que passam na tv. — Ela sorriu. — Minha avó deve estar cantando junto com o Roberto Carlos agora.

— Roberto Carlos?

— Ah sim. — Ela riu. — Ele é o Harry Styles das idosas brasileiras. — Louis soltou uma risada genuína, quase caindo para trás.

Do lado de fora, os fogos de artifício chamaram a atenção de todos. Voltando a vestir o casaco pesado, S/N correu para a varanda, maravilhada com o show. Louis pegou um punhado de neve e tocou no rosto da garota, fazendo-a resmungar.

— Feliz natal. — Ele disse baixinho.

— Feliz natal, idiota. — Ela murmurou.

Louis não pensou direito em suas próximas ações. Ele não se importou de conhecer a garota a sua frente há menos de 24h ou o fato de ter tanta gente à sua volta. Ele curvou o corpo, tocando os lábios macios dela com os seus em um selinho casto. S/N ficou surpresa, mas sorriu e ficou na ponta dos pés para retribuir o carinho.

Se sentindo em uma comédia romântica de natal, ela passou os braços pelo pescoço do homem, sem saber direito o que o próximo dia reservava. Mas, o papai Noel trouxe aquele presente, e ela definitivamente iria aproveitar.

#imagine #lary #louis #one shot #imagines #lari #imagine1d #imagine br #oneshot #especial de natal sduf 2023

[verysium]

some hcs abt the bllk boys doing modeling shoots as pro-players? (like what they’d model for and the ways they captivate their audiences and stuff)? ty and love ur works btw 💞💞🫡

idk why but this ask made my brain freeze up and refuse to write anything for 3 days, so apologies if this is late anon:

sae would be so done. i mean....he walked out on a literal interview, so what makes you think he won't walk out on a photoshoot? he probably hates the very idea of plastering his face all over billboards and magazines. but his manager said that he was in desperate need of good publicity, especially after that stunt he pulled with the last commercial endorsement. if sae was forced to model though, he'd definitely be as stiff as a board. no facial expressions whatsoever and always sticks to one pose. oftentimes, this involves him facing the wall and only showing half his face. if the photographer wants a full frontal, he's going to have to deal with sae's "i don't want to be here and i'm being held hostage" face. even if sae does try smiling, it looks more like a grimace. the only redeeming quality here is that he is good-looking. if you look at the official art, he doesn't even have to try to get all of you drooling over him. that face card does not decline. like ever. so the shoots usually wrap up pretty quickly because out of the 100 images taken, at least half are going to be usable. he's photogenic from any angle.

kaiser would strike a pose for everything, even his own mugshot. i picture him as that one johnny depp advertisement for dior sauvage. blue lighting. a silk blouse with the top button open to show off a sliver of his sculpted chest. his hair is slicked back with gel, and his knuckles are decorated with silver rings. the tattoo just pulls everything together. if not a perfume commercial, then i think he'd model for adidas or some other german brand (maybe even a beer company if he's old enough). i don't think he has any trouble with the actual modeling part of process. he knows how to flaunt himself. the only issue is that kaiser is a lazy perfectionist. he would show up late to the shoots and then stays even later just looking through the shots and choosing which ones to include. puts a lot of time and effort into things like this. after all, his image and his brand are important to him.

shidou would be sponsored by an energy drink brand. like red bull or monster. if not that, then axe body spray lol. as for modeling, i feel like he wouldn't be able to sit still. probably pulls out crazy poses that piss the photographers off on purpose. it always cracks me up how one of his first appearances in the manga is him being muzzled and restrained in a straitjacket inside blue lock's time-out zone. he's so chaotic. you would have to hold him down and shove the camera into his face to actually get a good shot. i also picture him wearing lots of black leather, maybe even silver jewelry (eg. studs, piercings). and of course, you can't forget the hot pink accents.

isagi would model for family-friendly brands. if not that, then just japanese brands in general. i imagine him doing skincare commercials for shiseido or maybe even participating in a campaign for UNIQLO. as for modeling, he would be awkward at first but then gradually get the hang of it. always thanks the team afterwards and is very mindful of the photographer's suggestions. everyone says he is a pleasure to work with.

rin would model for luxury watch brands like TAG heuer or IWC. maybe when he grows older and further develops his career, he might even become an ambassador for louis vuitton or bulgari. overall, his advertisements are very elegant and professional. only endorses high quality products. never looks at the shots afterwards because he hates looking at his own face. gets somewhat embarrassed when his mama points out his billboards and makes clippings of his magazine covers. he absolutely flipped when a brand suggested that he do a collaboration with his brother. so when this collaboration actually did take place, it was like a repeat of the whole messi-ronaldo photoshoot. they didn't actually meet on set. they were just photoshopped together into the same frame.

barou models for calvin klein. lots of denim and shirtless photos. all of the staff got nosebleeds, and his fanbase went wild when the issue was finally released. there's this one image his fans worship religiously where he's posing in his boxers and there's a clear shot of his abs and happy trail. (he's so hot wtf) there's also another shot that wasn't used cus a million people would've been deceased. he's standing there with his thumbs in the belt loops of his jeans and wearing nothing underneath his denim jacket. his hair is also down, and his skin is all sun-kissed and golden.

reo models streetwear, and this is canon because he has the drip. honestly, his duality needs to be studied because he can go from high class gentleman to bad boy who wears chains and knuckle rings. he'd try all different sorts of styles, and he'd look good doing it. out of all the bllk boys, i feel like reo gets the most sponsorship deals because of his versatility. he does the styling, hair, makeup, posing, editing, etc. honestly, they need to hire him as a creative director already. nagi would tag along behind the scenes, but he'd end up scrolling on his phone the entire day.

#asks #blue lock #blue lock imagines #blue lock fluff #sae itoshi #michael kaiser #shidou ryusei #isagi yoichi #rin itoshi #barou shouei #reo mikage #nagi seishiro #bllk #bllk headcanons

[just2bubbly]

Perfect Now

Masterlist

TLC Ship Week 2021!

*written for tlcshipweek2021- kaider for prompt 'Song Day AU'

@kaiderforever

Summary:

He keeps the crown on her head making sure to not disturb her intricate yet beautiful braid.

"Now you, My Queen are perfectly ready!"

...

Last minute panicked thoughts can make a person desperate for escape, a mildly insecure Cinder looks for comfort in her boyfriend- one who is having a trip down his memory lane.

Ship: Kaider

Words: 2k

Genre: Hurt- Comfort, Trip down a memory lane

Prompt: 'Song Day AU'

Song: Perfect Now by Louis Tomlinson

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*Post Winter

A/N: Some mild changes are made in the song lyrics to meet the Cinder's characters.

Bold Letters are Song Lyrics

Italics are memories

Plain words are present

Kai's Perspective:

You say to me your jeans don't fit You don't feel pretty and it's hard to miss

"Kai, I don't think this is a good idea- like I feel we should just stay inside..."

"Cinder, you do seem to realize that you are the one hosting the party?" he asked only to receive a nod for confirmation as she examined herself in the mirror.

"I don't think you can ditch your own party, one which has so many international leaders in it at least."

"Can't you just go and tell them I'm sick or something like that?" she lamented.

Now, this took him by surprise, Cinder had put hours and minutes to make the State Dinner cum Lunar Ball a success and seeing how she wanted to last-minute ditch it was strange.

"Hey, everything okay?" he questioned, standing behind her.

"Yeah," she said, offering him a short smile, "Just stressed out to back out last minute."

I wish that you could see my point of view As someone staring back at you

Nudging his head in the crook of her neck, he placed his lips at the base of the collar bone, "Don't worry, you would do good!"

"Easy for you to say- I'm panicking on the inside! This is my first time trying to act like royalty. I'm even wearing a pretty dress hosting a big parade of leaders like the Queen of Luna. I just don't want anyone to think I'm the incompetent Queen who has no idea of what ruling a country is- I really don't want to come out as a fool to anyone," she rambled.

"Cinder, look at me," he asked and stared into her eyes, "You will do fantastic and not come out as an ignorant ruler to anyone. I will be there to help you through it remember?"

"I don't think asking you how to use the cutlery at the dinner table is the best thing to do to make an impression," she sassed him.

"Now that depends on the person sitting near you- you won't want Queen Camilla seeing you be unroyal enough to not know how to hold your spoon now would you?" he retorted.

"Well, I'm worried about that too," she admitted, clearly going back to the same topic from which Kai was trying to drive her away.

Sighing he asked, "Is this because of what happened the day before yesterday?"

Reluctantly she nodded her head, her reflection seen in the mirror before them.

"C'mon no one cares even in the slightest if you hugged me before all the masses of people and journalists, I have heard we are quite trending in today's news-"

"Kai, you are not helping!"

"Maybe you could go for a kiss next time," he suggested.

"Ha, as if I would, after what happened?!" she exclaimed.

"Who cares about what Camilla and Andrea think anyways?"

Cinder had made a nice fuss in her own mind trying to regret her decision of bear-hugging Kai before everyone, which on his part he was delighted about. And maybe Queen Camilla and Prime Minister Andrea had been a bit too loud about speaking of Cinder's rash actions.

"Hmm.. yeah. Obviously, I do," she said, clearly not paying attention to her words.

"Did you sleep yesterday?" he asked.

"A little bit," she hesitantly admitted.

"How long?" he demanded.

"A few hours maybe-" he shot her a glare which did its work as she answered,"- two hours."

"Stars above, if not for this ball. I would have put you to bed."

"What's the hurry, Kai?" she asked, making the tips of his ears flush light pink.

"Okay- okay. I think you are fine now that you want to flirt with me!" he affirmed.

She smirked and moved around to face him, setting her hands on his shoulders and laughed, "Scared of me, are you, Emperor?"

He pulled her closer, holding her in a warm embrace and whispered, "Aren't you wickedly evil, Your Majesty?"

He leaned in closer, capturing her lips with his own, tasting the red lipstick she had put. Before they could initiate anything more intimate, there was a knock on the door followed by Iko's voice, "You two should really come out before someone makes the right assumptions about what you are doing in there!"

Now this made both of them flush with embarrassment as they gave flustered looks towards the door anticipating the arrival of Iko inside. She never came saving them both from a lot of discomforts.

"Well, I think we should get going?" he questioned.

"Yeah, I think I need a moment," she replied.

"Then I would-"

She cut off his words, asking," Would you please stay here?"

"Uh- Sure, Cinder," he replied.

"Thank You, Kai." She said looking relieved.

He decided to sit on the armchair till she picked herself up to look like a regal Queen. With silence for his only companion, his mind wandered around, thinking about the person standing a few feet away from him.

One Friday night when we're all out I turn to you and you're looking down And you don't wanna dance I know you love to dance You never stop given half the chance

"He looked at her only to find her avoiding his gaze. Staying back he asked, "Hey, what happened?"

"Uh- nothing!" she lied terribly.

"Cinder are you going to really make me believe that?"

"I don't know but just buy that lie," she pleaded.

"You don't want to get your hands dirty?"

"I don't feel like myself right now."

Surprised he incredulously asked, "You, a mechanic doesn't want to go under a podship and get your hands dirty?"

"No," she muttered.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"You just seem stranger than usual self."

"Trust me, Kai, I don't want to become dirty before my first diplomat meeting as the Queen while another mechanic is already present there," she insisted.

"Fine then.""

Just keep your head up, love, keep your head up Don't hide away, don't ever change

"Kai, do you think I should get a Garan's device too?"

"Well, I don't think you need to have that device. Like irrespective of what people tell you and what you try to convince yourself- you are a Lunar. The Lunar gift is surely fabulous- like don't get me wrong but you can feel someone's bio-electricity, it's sorta a blessing in disguise unless you decide to use it for the wrong purposes- I know you won't do that. Practically, I think it might help in Earth-Lunar political relations if you have the device but it does not really make much of a difference. Winter has it yet stupid leaders think she is manipulating them with her beauty. I think you should not install it- the gift is a part of you. Being Lunar- It is what you are! Don't change it because some angry citizen calls you a Lunar witch. You are what you are and I love you for that!"

"Kai if I would have been there I would have kissed you senseless!"

"Good, I don't deserve anything less after making such a sentimental speech," he said, smirking.

Keep your head up love, keep your head up Don't look away, don't look away 'Cause everybody's looking at you now My, oh, my

That time when she had addressed the issues on cyborgs and Lunar- discrimination on Earth. Her eyes were ablaze with passion as she happens to look determined to make a difference. To change the wrong-doings around her, to change the age-old prejudices in the society- to change the future of both her nation and her kind.

"-I believe that together we can make a difference. I hope the sufferings of people in the society decline and look forward to the situations changing for cyborgs, Lunars and Earthens. I look forward to a world where we can live together harmoniously. I consider that no one is liable for the nature of misery and treatment that my kind has suffered in the past. I trust we can change the world for every one of us- for the better of my kind."

Even when your tears are falling down Still somehow You're perfect now

""I'm so relieved that I can't cry right now."

"Cinder, I told you it would have been fine and I'm sorry... Besides I care- "

"Kai, they happen to call me names. I did not want to look like a sick crybaby before them who cried just because I was called an 'ugly Lunar slash Cyborg','" she fumed.

Seeing how she needed comfort more than ever, he hugged her, drawing circles on her back- trying to loosen the tension in her shoulders.

"Cinder, even if you were ugly crying right now, you would have been the most beautiful person in the world," he reassured, meaning them.

"You are perfect just the way you are!""

You never do but if you asked me to I'd tell the truth lying next to you 'Cause you're the only one When it's said and done You make me feel like being someone good to you

He wondered if he should tell her how beautiful she was. She was the perfect mixture of strength, compassion and determination. She never fetched compliments, never asked Kai how she looked, if she was pretty. That did not stop Kai from showering her with affections that she had been lost on in her early years.

Even at your worst You steal the scene and it's unrehearsed

"Queen Selene Channary Jannali Blackburn was sighted in the outer sector TC-6 helping a young man of 20 named, Mr. Stiton. He tells that he was facing difficulties when Her Majesty encountered him during her tour to sector LM-14. He states that she helped him fix one of the technical difficulties faced while flying a podship. Her Majesty previously had worked as a mechanic in the city of New Beijing. Sources tell she was the best in town."

Kai wondered who these so-called sources were. Somehow Cinder managed to excel at unexpected works- even when she was not trying, she had everyone's attention.

'Every insecurity as a neon sign as bright as day'

"Kai, I really think I should cover my hand! Just pass me the glo-"

"No! You are not wearing the gloves to cover your hand," he denied, making sure to keep the said pair of gloves away from his girlfriend.

"It's so different, not to mention with the hand being gloveless I feel naked, can't you please give me that glove, please," she begged, with a pout.

"Cinder, I said 'No'. There's no way I'm going to let you wear that. Stars- and Iko wanted you to flaunt your leg!" he exclaimed, dragging his girlfriend out.

How could a person as bold and determined and beautiful as Cinder, ever feel insecure?

If you knew what you were to me You would never try to hide away

Cinder, through her own eyes, was an unworthy soul but if she only knew what she meant to Kai- more than just a lover. Within just a year, she was his everything. She was the one- being with her made him whole, made him feel blissful and lively, like all of sudden his life had found its meaning. She was like the water in a desert, the fire in the cold, the chill in the heat. He would convey the depth of his feelings someday- not today. This was a conversation for another day.

I guess some queens don't need a crown And I know why

She looked too good, even powerful without the Lunar crown and Kai finally understood the meaning of, 'Some Queens don't need crowns.'

Still somehow You're perfect now

He keeps the crown on her head making sure to not disturb her intricate yet beautiful braid.

"Now you, My Queen are perfectly ready!"

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A/N: Hurt-Comfort Trope or was that too much insecurity!? This I think is the last of my 'insecure' fics.

It was written for 'Song Day AU' using the song 'Perfect Now' by Louis Tomlinson (If you have not listened it by now you better do it right away!)  Just Emperor Kai love in his girlfriend Queen Selene- not going to miss a chance to call her perfect now, is he?

I have short-listed too many songs for this prompt and I'm likely going to try to write for all of them.

Be sure to comment and vote.

I do take requests so if you want you can hit me up (I write for Kaider only.)

Taglist: @cinderswrench @gingerale2017 @linhcinder686 @shellyseashell @ladyvesuvia @shelbylmkaider @levanariddle @cindersassasin @kaider-is-my-otp (Tell me if you wanna be added/removed)

#tlcshipweek2021 #song day au #just2bubbly writes #just2bubbly fics #kaider #fanfiction #marissa meyer #perfect now #louis tomilson #ship week #linh cinder #selene blackburn #emperor kaito #winter #post winter fics #hurt comfort trope #iko #tlc #the lunar chronicles #cinder

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The Devil In Me [Michael Langdon x Fem Reader] Part 1

Plot: What if we took the Antichrist, Michael Langdon and turned him into founder and leader of one of the largest cartel’s in California? And what’s even better, is that you’re by his side through it all.

Summary: Michael has some business handled at his California home.

Warnings: violence, swearing, fluff, a lil smut, MURDER, some graphic descriptions

WC: 3.1k

A/N: I thought long and hard about starting this, but I’m gonna go ahead and give it a shot. Outpost Michael fits this perfectly of course, but he’ll cut his hair every now and then lol. This will have it’s own bracket on my master list. Thank you for reading! -Juno

The air was cool. The evening was just right. Your husband Michael had decided to throw a small party that consisted of only close friends, family members, and some staff from your residency and Michael's line of work. Party music played moderately in the background as the backyard of the Santa Monica Villa you and Michael purchased this same year was filled with laughter, dancing, and casual conversation. Servers carried around platters of the most delectable finger foods. Drinks were also being served. Cars were lined up in the driveway, late arrivals having to park on the side of the road. Luckily, Michael always sent one of his guards on a golf cart to pick up his guests that had to park far away.

Michael laid in his hammock, across his rather large pool so that he was away from everyone else. Michael dressed comfortably. He wore a beautiful salmon pink floral shirt and white slacks, with a white belt. No need for shoes. Around Michael's neck was a platinum rope chain that glistened when the light shined on it just right. Around his wrist was a platinum iced out Rolex watch, his name engraved on the inside, one of his favorite gifts from you. The only ring he decided that he wanted to wear today was his wedding band, which shocked you. Michael always wore all of his rings.

Curled up against Michael's chest yours and his beautiful 1 year old boy, Malcolm. He was blessed with a full head of hair, just as blonde as his father's. He took after your eye color, but his resemblance to his father was unmatched. No worries because in his twin brother's arm was your handsome 3 year old son, Michael,who captured most of your features. All really, but your eye color. Michael won that fight again. Junior, is what everyone calls him. On the opposite side of Michael, still in his hammock was you, dressed in that sundress Michael loved to show you off in. Your wedding ring glistened on your finger, no matter what time of day it was or where you were. Michael made sure of that. Around your neck, your favorite Pearl necklace.

You lay head your head on Michael's chest, rubbing your hand gently against the back of your one year old. Michael raises his arm slowly as to not alert the sleeping child and takes a sip of his whiskey. He's glaring at someone, hard. And you know why and who, but you rather choose to not address it. All you were waiting for were the words.

"You know, brother." Jim said to Michael, using his free hand that wasn't holding Junior, to also take a sip of his drink. "I don't see how you do it."

"And what is it that I do, Jim?" Michael questioned, turning his head slightly to meet his brothers gaze. Junior nestled his head back into Jim's chest, mouth full of goldfish out of the bowl he was holding. Jim sat in a chair, adjacent to Michael's hammock.

"How you stay so calm and collected about things."

"Dirty work is not something I'm a fan of."

"But I am."

"I know, so that's why I gave this task to you."

"You know I'll do anything for my family."

"I just don't see why we can't just kick them out." you mumbled, watching as Malcolm grabbed your finger in his sleep as you tried to put your hand back down from his back.

"Because in this life, lessons have to be taught." Michael answered you, putting his glass down to wrap his arm fully around you. Michael made eye contact with his other twin, Duncan, who sat amongst a group of women, one of them in his lap, stroking his hair. He nodded, giving Michael the cue. "Will you go ahead and take the kids inside?" You sighed, sitting up, looking Michael in his soft blue eyes.

"Baby, you don't have to-,"

"One day you'll understand, Y/N." Michael said, cutting you off, grabbing one of your hands and giving it a few small kisses. Getting up, you gently picked up Malcolm, holding him close to you.

"Come on, Junior."

"Nooooooo." Junior whined, not wanting to leave his Uncle's side. "Don't wanna."

"Hey." Jim said, playfully grabbing Junior's tummy, causing him to giggle. "What was that phrase I taught you?"

"The first time." Junior responded happily.

"The first time what?"

"Listen!" he clapped, letting go of his bowl which Jim quickly caught before it fell to the floor.

"Smart boy. Now go with inside with your mommy. We'll play later, yeah?" Junior quickly nodded, scurrying off of Jim's lap and to your side, grabbing your hand. He turned around momentarily to look back at Jim, who shot him a quick wink before you took both boys inside. You also managed to scurry up the other children as well, promising treats and a good show on TV. You had them at treats.

"He loves you so damn much." Michael said, sitting up, hanging his feet of his hammock to come face to face with his brother. "Sometimes I swear he thinks you're his father."

"I mean. I could be. We're twins."

"Watch it, playboy."

Jim chuckled, reaching for his drink to take another sip. He dressed in a dark blue polo shirt, black slacks, and a pair of dark blue dress shoes. A black Louis Vuitton belt, midnight silver buckle, lined his waist. He sighed, reaching for his pistol that was tucked neatly behind him is waistband. He quickly removed the clip, checking it, and popping it back in before setting it down on the table next to Michael.

"Are you sure you want me to do this?" Jim questioned. "He's been with us for a few years, Mike."

"All the more reason to get rid of him. I've taken care of you for years and you betray me like that?" Michael answered. "He knows too much and has seen too much."

"That's true." Jim mumbled, rubbing his hand underneath his chin. "What are they doing with his body?"

"Burning it." Michael said quickly, squinting his eyes at Jim. "Like we do 90% of the time. Do you not want to, Jim?" Michael's question caused Jim to laugh as he got up, returning his shirt back into his slacks. He grabbed his pack of cigarettes off the table, taking one out, placing it between his lips and giving it a light, tossing the box back on the table. He inhaled sharply, before exhaling lengthy.

"You and I both know, Michael." Jim began as he took another hit of his cigarette. "That I shy away from nothing. Especially not an, how do I put this, opportunity." Jim tucked his gun back into his waistband.

"And speaking of opportunity." Jim continued, looking out into the body of people before hitting his cigarette one last time and then handing it to Michael. "Here's mine."

Jim made his way, at a decent pace, back to the other side of the pool, where all the party goers stood. He took his time, waving and smiling at familiar faces. Spotting his target, he moved with just a little bit more urgency. It's such a shame that Bryce had to go. Michael watched Jim as he moved, continuing to sip his drink. Part of him wanted to look away because this hurt him as much as it was going to kill Bryce. Bryce was one of his favorites.

He remembered when he stumbled across Bryce who limped out of an alleyway, screaming for help as Michael closed up his bar. When Michael laid eyes on him, his clothes were completely ruined by blood. He held onto his stomach, collapsing onto the sidewalk, coughing up more blood as he spoke. Michael made his way over to the boy, kneeling down by his side, removing his hand from his wound, watching as the he poured out.

"How bad do you want to live?" Michael asked, cocking his head at the boy.

"What the fuck is up with you man?!" he questioned. "Help me!"

"I asked you a question." Michael spoke again. "You want to live right? I could just let you die, here."

"Um, kinda, yeah!"

"Then tell me how bad you want to live."

"Bad man! Bad! I want to fucking live bad! Please don't let me die!" Michael grinned. How fragile life was, he thought. How it could just be taken from you at any moment. Moments like these.

"What's your name, kid?"

"Br-Br-Bryce." he responded before blacking out from the pain.

"We're going to get you alllllll fixed up, Bryce."

Michael took Bryce, not to a hospital, but instead back to his property, where his own private doctor could deal with Bryce. They managed to take care of what they discovered was a gunshot wound instead of a stab wound like Michael originally thought when he found Bryce.

"How's he doing?" Michael asked Dr. Joseph as he stepped into the rather large, renovated, shed he had given to his doctor for his medical practices. He even was nice enough to give him a little office space as well.

"Well. He's very lucky considering how much he was bleeding." he answered. "Those two bullets I removed barely missed his vital organs, but he'll make a full recovery."

"Which room do you have him in? Is he awake now?"

"Room 3. It has the most room. The last time I checked on him, yes."

Michael nodded at his words, making his way over to the room. He entered quietly, not wanting to startle, Bryce. Bryce sat up in the bed, sipping on an ice cold water, scrolling through the movies on the flatscreen TV Michael had gotten installed in every room. Jim's idea, of course. There was an awkward silence in the room as Bryce didn't know whether to thank him first or say fuck him for waiting until he passed out and asking him all those stupid questions.

Michael didn't say anything as he walked around to the side of Bryce's bed, pulling up a near by chair to sit closer to him. Michael leaned back in his chair, throwing a leg halfway over his knee as he clasped his hands together. Bryce never took his eyes off of him, not sure what his next move would be.

"You're welcome by the way." Michael said. "Isn't it nice having someone take care of you without all the pesky need for insurance information or just a bill in general?"

"Why are you doing this?" Bryce questioned.

"Answer me this, Bryce." Michael leaned forward in his seat. "What if I offered you a chance to start over? A new chance at life. Somewhere, where you could be safe, your meals paid for. And all you have to do is stay by my side, loyal to me."

"I'm not gay, man."

"Who said anything about being gay?" Michael questioned, raising his eyebrow. "And what if I was?"

"Listen." Bryce breathed out. "I didn't mean to offend you. Look. Thank you. For bringing me, to, well wherever we are, and helping me. And once I'm all healed up, I'll be all out of your hair."

"Do you have any family, Bryce?" Bryce's whole attitude changed. He looked softer.

"No..." he answered silently.

"Well you do now."

Jim was just a few feet away from Bryce now when the two made eye contact. And when Jim reached, rather quickly, behind his back, Bryce knew. Of course he knew what he had done. Bryce turned around to start running, when Jim quickly cocked his gun and fired two shots, both at the back of his legs. Everyone stopped what they were doing, in shock, but not enough shock to runaway. It was Jim and who dares question one of Michael's brothers. Everyone watched as Bryce fell to the floor, screaming bloody murder in pain. Jim continued to walk at his leisurely pace to him, standing in front of him.

"Now." Jim said aloud, over the groans and screams of Bryce. "I know you all looked at Bryce as family, right? 4 years ago my brother found this piece of scum bleeding to death, begging for help. And of course Michael helped him."

"I'm sorry!" Bryce yelled, hands reaching out to grab Jim's ankle and it took everything in him not to kill Bryce right then and there, but he wanted to get his point across.

"And with the help of our wonderful Dr. Joseph, he was taken care of, free of charge, can you believe that?" Jim continued. "And all we asked for in return was just his unwavering loyalty." Jim snatched his ankle away from Bryce's hand, stepping on it, instead, causing him to scream out again as his fingers were crushed.

"But when you lie to AND you steal from the hand that feeds you." Jim looked around at everyone as he said this. "There are consequences." Jim kneeled down in front of Bryce who looked up at him, his eyes filled with tears, pleading with Jim.

"Please..." Bryce whispered to Jim, grabbing ahold of him again. "Please Jim, I'm sorry. I was desperate."

Jim grabbed him by his face, snapping his head up to look all the way at him. He looked at the gun in his opposite hand, before looking back at Bryce. The small breeze that was in the air had come completely still, everyone virtually silent as they watched the events unfold. When things first went missing around the house when Michael would hold meetings, they didn't even think to look at Bryce. Not until Michael had trusted him enough to appoint him as Duncan's right hand man. Duncan handled all of the cartel's finances and when he kept coming up short on the days just him and Bryce would do the counting, he caught on rather quickly.

"I liked you Bryce." Jim said, jaw clenched. "I really did. We all did. We loved you almost, but you know the rules, don't you?"

"Jim please..." Bryce whined, starting to cry his eyes out, but only enough for Jim to see and hear. "Please man. I'll do anything. Anything please!"

"What did I tell you happened to those who betrayed the cartel? What is your own way out once you're in? I mean I could just let you go, yeah? But once you walk out those doors you become a liability to me, my brothers, and my family. And I just can't have that."

"Death..." Bryce mumbled. "But we can work something out, please!"  Jim chuckled as he let go of Bryce's face, quickly cocking his gun again, before holding Bryce's face up again. He put the gun inside of Bryce's mouth, looking him dead in his eyes.

"Maybe in another life." And with those words said, Jim pulled the trigger, the sounds of bloods and mush splattering across the ground. A few turned their heads, not wanting to see the sight. Jim looked up and back across the pool at his brother who downed the rest of his drink, nodding at Jim.

"Clean it up." Jim said to the disposal crew who stood near by, rising to his feet, and tucking his gun back away. "Everyone else can carry on."

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The warm water danced on your skin as you stood in the shower, washing away all events from today. You put your face underneath the water for a few seconds before running both of your hands through your hair. When you turned around you were startled by the presence of your husband, Michael, who stood behind you, a little soaked from the backlash of you being underneath the water. His vibrant blue eyes were now several shades darker as he was out of the sun light. He simply just stared at you.

You offered to trade him positions under the water so he could get completely wet too and of course he didn't object. You were now staring at him as he stepped underneath the water, sighing as it hit his skin. He ran his hands over his face as he turned around to face you, getting off as much water as he could before he opened his eyes again to look at you. Water dripped off his skin and your eyes couldn't help but trail all over him. He was so beautiful. His long blonde hair, over shoulder length, completely wet now as the water continued to pour down on him. You almost smiled, remember when Michael told you that he was going to start growing his hair out. He cut it every now and then, but nothing compared to long haired beauty.

"I'm sorry." he spoke, running his hands over his face again. "I know you don't like when.. you know." You walked over to your husband, pressing your forehead against his, throwing your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. His large hands found their way to small of your back, pulling you even closer.

"I know..." you mumbled, using your thumbs to rub the back of his neck. "I'm not mad at you, Michael. I just don't want you to become... emotionless."

"Everything I do is to protect you and our boys. Without my family, I am nothing. This empire? We built it, Y/N. Not just me. I'm still here emotionally, but you know it works. He was too much of a liability to just let go. And when the right information gets into the wrong hands, I'm only sure you can imagine what happens."

"Do you ever get afraid, Michael?"

"Only if it deals with you and my sons." he said, looking down at you, smiling. Cheeky bastard.

"I'm being serious. What if one day you go out and don't come back home? What if we get attacked here? What will I do? What will I tell our children?"

"Don't you ever worry about that, my love." Michael reassured you. "As long as my brothers and I are alive and breathing, no one will be in any kind of danger. I promise." Michael brushed his lips across yours as he finished his sentence. You pulled him in for a kiss. A hungry one, it was, as your tongues wasted no time entering each other's mouths, Michael's dominance showing as you basically let him devour you, melting away at his touch. He backed you up against the shower wall and you gasped against him as it was cold. He picked you up and you immediately wrapped your legs around his waist, holding onto him like your life depended on it. 

"Let me help you forget..." he said against your lips, brushing his nose across yours and you remembered, just how in love you are with Michael.

Taglist: @angelicmichael @whatcodysaid @9layerdevilfoodcake  @xavierplympton @jimmason @theneverendinghunger

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All for You | 2 ➸ Brady Tkachuk and Matthew Tkachuk

hi, its 3 am, and i couldnt stop until i finished this. ik i promised yall another part on thursday so im sorry this is later then i was hoping. i hope you enjoy it :) i took a different approach to brady here than ive normally seen, let me know how you guys like it!!

It’s been 4 and a half months since that day in the basement. With Christmas just days away and Matty on a flight back home, you and Brady take a risk, leaving Matt to wonder where he went wrong.

word count: 4.6k

warnings: this is really angsty yall, like actually, smut, sir kink, brady is Mean, uh moral ambiguity sorta (thinking abt someone else during sex), d/s undertones sorta, unprotected sex (be safe), oral (m on f), some choking, alcohol (wine), sex under the influence, pls ignore any typos fkakldfa

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Even with how utterly fucked the situation was that Matt had found himself in, there was one thing he couldn't stop thinking about. It was the way his logo and his last name and his number rested against your back that drove him insane.

It was burned into his retinas.

Even now, on a plane back home to St. Louis it was all he could think about. Every time he closed his eyes it was you you you.

It had been months since he had seen you. Nearly 5 months had passed since that night in the basement. And it killed him.

He was in a slump. Everyone knew it. He knew it, his teammates knew it, the damn front office knew it. And it was because of you.

His teammates had quickly put together your absence at any sort of gathering and Matty’s sulking. 4 and a half months later he resembles a shell of the man he used to be.

He had called, of course he had. Over and over, hoping, pleading, praying to any deity that existed out there to hear from you again.

Matthew’s prayer was answered one day, when he had come out of practice to find a text from you. His heart rate accelerated, time felt like molasses as his phone camera ID’d his face. As the facial recognition unlocks his phone, the message is revealed.

Please stop calling me. And tell the boys to stop too.

The text tears his heart to shreds. It was the last straw. Before he had been mopey, but now - now he was spiraling. His play was abysmal - a shit show on the ice really. He drank until he blacked out every time, not even looking at another girl.

He had contemplated going to your work, but decided a player in the middle of a slump having a restraining order filed against him would not go over well with the Flames management. Every time he went out for the most mundane task, groceries, dry cleaning, he couldn’t help the hope that he would run into you. Even if you didn’t give him the time of day it would be enough for him to just see you.

He hadn’t seen you since that day. Not for lack of trying, though. Matthew had been to all the spots you used to frequent—the grocery store you love, the clubs you two used to go to, even the 7/11 you had both been to after the both of you got so drunk that you could barely walk. You weren’t on the flight you had booked back together. In fact, he had no idea about anything that’s been going on in your life, his mom just told him that you’re okay and that was all he got.

Now it was 3 days before Christmas and the idea of seeing you again both filled him with dread and also made him feel more alive than he had in months. He was equally utterly terrified and buzzing with excitement. His hands itched to hold you again, though he knew there was a bigger chance of you slapping him than letting him kiss you the way he wanted.

As Matt stares out the window at the clouds, he lets his mind wander. He wonders how you're doing; are you okay? After everything that happened did you pick up right where you left off? He wondered if you missed him, if he was on your mind as much as you were on his.

He still wondered if you loved him back.

-

“Mom, I really just, I really want to stay home and do nothing tonight okay? I'm tired.”

Your mom rolls her eyes at your attempt at getting out of going over to Tkachuk’s house tonight. You’d been trying since 9 am.

“Honey, I know you said you and Matthew don’t hang out anymore, but he won't be there!” she tried reassuring you, “Brady and Taryn will be there to hang out with you until Taryn goes to spend the night with the Johnson’s.” That made you groan even louder - you had to be alone with Brady. Great, now you had to steel yourself for a night of utter humiliation.

Brady isn't even downstairs yet when you enter the Tkachuk’s threshold, Chantal’s call for her kids brings Taryn down in an instant, ever excited to see you.

“Y/N!” she squeals, running down the stairs, “You're here, you're here!”

“Y/N?” you hear faintly, and then the slam of Brady’s door and rapid footsteps. He nearly slides down the stairs, freezing at the bottom when he spots you. Taryn lets you out of her embrace, leaving you to stare wide-eyed at Brady. Unsure how to navigate your way out of this situation, you keep staring at Brady as your parents and Taryn follow Chantal to the kitchen.

“Hi, B,” you say meekly, unsure of how he’ll receive you after so long.

“Hi, buttercup,” he responds, a bright smile pulling at his lips. It’s all he needs to take a few quick steps in your direction and draw you into his arms.

“I missed you so much, buttercup,” he whispers against your hairline, “More than you know.”

Despite his warm welcome, the night is tense. You still don't know what he thinks of that night, not wanting to ask him in front of your families - well, most of your families anyways. You didn't even let yourself think about what would happen when you saw Matthew at the next dinner party. You sat at the table and ate your food, barely speaking to Taryn and answering Keith and Chantal’s inquiries about your life in Calgary with a tight smile.

You’re so zoned out trying to make time go faster you barely register your parents telling you that they’re going out with Keith and Chantal.

“Mom, wait-”

“Y/N,” she warns, looking at you with that look, and you sigh in resignation. She smiles at you, a silent promise to make it up to you.

Taryn had left 30 minutes ago, announcing that she had somewhere to be before leaving as quickly as she could, uncomfortable with the palpable tension between you and Brady.

You watch your parents leave, wincing for a moment at what awaits you when you turn around. To your surprise, what greets you is a glass of wine hovering in front of your face.

You take the peace offering gingerly from Brady’s hand with a tiny smile. And it’s a really bad idea, the way you let him keep refilling your glass, and his own, let him draw you in during The Grinch on the couch, let him hold you tight under the blanket that was covering the both of you.

You can hear your common sense screaming in the back of your mind when you snuggle closer into Brady’s chest. It’s near 11 now, and your parents are still together, laughing and drinking in the living room of your house before Keith and Chantal are supposed to head to the airport. You're cuddled up to Brady, shifting every few minutes to try and get closer, even though nearly every inch of your body is practically glued to him.

He hums when you shift again, nuzzling your face into his shoulder. “Gotta go home,” you say, your voice muffled against him. It’s not like you haven't spent the night with him before; you just haven't since that night.

“Probably,” he mumbles, arms tightening around you. “But I don't want you to.” And like, you've had way too much wine and you should probably go before Matty gets here cause you really can't handle that conversation like this so you push off of Brady, standing up but stumbling, wine sloshing over the lip of the glass and splattering on your pants.

“Fuck,” you hiss, the red wine surely staining the gray leggings you wore. Brady takes the glass from you, placing it on the table and stabilizing you with his other hand.

“Go change upstairs,” he says softly, looking up at you with those eyes you're such a sucker for. “Stay.”

And - how can you say no to that? You can't, because it's Brady and you're so damn easy for him it didn't matter what he’d asked you to do, you would do it without a second thought.

That's how you find yourself stumbling to Brady’s bedroom, barely finding your way to his bathroom to change out of your stained leggings and wipe yourself down. You rummage through Brady’s dresser, searching for - there it was. A pair of Brady’s sweatpants from high school that he stopped wearing approximately 2 months after he got them [mostly because he couldn't find them (mostly mostly because they were either in your room or on your body)].

You place the worn sweats on top of Brady’s dresser, fumbling to close the drawer and find your balance. Someone clears their throat and your head snaps towards the doorway. Brady is leaning against the doorframe and through the fuzziness of the wine, you register the thought that he looks so good like this - in his comfort zone.

“Hey,” he says, pushing off the doorframe towards you.

“Hi,” you whisper back, eyes too focused on Brady moving towards you.

“We should give it a shot,” Brady husks, hooded eyes trailing down your body and back up again. Suddenly the room feels too cold, the oversized sweater you had on stopped at the top of your thighs, barely covering the pale pink panties you were wearing. The sweater paws gave an air of innocence around you that Brady knew was fake.

“What are you talking about?” you whisper meekly, both concerned about what was going on in that head of his, and intrigued.

“You know how you feel about me,” Brady states - which isn't entirely true anymore, but you don’t interrupt. “I don’t know how I feel about you, and neither of us actually knows if this-” he motions between the two of you “-is it for us, so I say, we give it a shot and see how it feels. Let’s give it until we go back?”

When did he get so close to you? Brady’s taking more steps forward, and you’re taking as many steps back, until the back of your thighs hit the corner of the bed and you instinctively sit.

Which - in retrospect, was probably a mistake, because now Brady towers over you even more than before and now - you’re really intrigued. His fingers trail over your jaw, thumb swiping gently across your bottom lip.

You part your lips out of habit, eyes widen when you realize what you’ve done. Brady laughs darkly when he catches your slip up, stroking your face affectionately.

His thumb slips between your lips for a moment, and your eyes flutter shut as your cheeks hollow around him.

“Look at me,” he commands softly, and you do, opening your eyes to stare up at him again; Brady, your best friend. He smiles proudly, murmuring a soft, “Good girl.”

The words are uttered at the same time he withdraws from your warm mouth, wrapping his fingers gently around your throat. You can’t help the whine that escapes, mortified when Brady’s grin widens.

He leans down, mouth next to your ear to whisper, “Matty always did like it when they’re needy. Needy girls drive us crazy.”

Really, the thought of Matt shouldn’t be driving you crazy, but it is. And when you feel Brady’s nose nudge against yours, his mouth just millimeters from you - your biggest fantasy for nearly 20 years - you knew you were going to hell.

A needy moan escapes your throat before Brady’s hand tightens around your throat and you give in, looping your arms around his neck. You pull him down to meet your lips, nearly clawing at him in your desperation.

Faintly, you think that this is a bad idea, this would only hurt you more later on.

But the longer you kissed him, the less you cared about the consequences. You wanted - you needed Brady so fucking bad right now you were willing to deal with whatever the aftermath presented you with. Brady’s other hand finds the bottom of your sweater, slipping underneath the fabric to lay against your rib cage.

You needed more.

“Brady,” you whine as you break away from his lips, tugging at his hoodie. “Need you.” Brady chuckles darkly, tugging you by your throat to kiss him again.

“Ask nicely,” he husks against your mouth.

“Please,” you whimper again, pulling harder at the fabric to just get him closer. “Please, Brady, I need you so bad.”

“Try again.” Brady pushes you - nearly tosses you really - further up the bed with a snarl, ignoring the yelp you let out at the suddenness of his mood shift. You stare up at him, eyes wide and lips parted. You're unsure of your next words.

“Please…Daddy?”

A cocky smirk pulls at the corner of his lips. “Not quite.”

You think for a moment, watching him bring his hand behind his back and pull his shirt over his head. The dark look he gives you makes you shrink, as if to say ‘Still?’.

Suddenly your eyes light up, and Brady can see it. He's already on the bed, crawling up your body as you attempt to control your breath. The words are barely out before he's kissing you again.

“Please sir?”

Brady groans into your mouth when he hears you say the words, slotting himself between your thighs to grind his hips against yours. You mewl into his mouth when his clothed cock catches against your clit, pushing your hips up against him for more. He growls as he pulls away again, swatting your thigh as a warning.

“Careful, princess,” Brady warns - voice low and dangerous - and his grip on your hip so tight you knew there would be bruises in the morning, “or I won't be.” His words are thick with intention, both a threat and a promise.

“Yes, sir,” you breathe shakily, letting yourself fall against the sheets to look up at him.

Brady’s eyes soften for a moment, reaching up to brush your hair out of your eyes. “Hi,” he whispers, leaning down to steal a kiss.

“Hi,” comes your response. He steals another kiss before pulling away again, and you can't help but think that he looks beautiful like this.

I love you. I'm in love with you.

You want to say it, the voice inside you is screaming it. It’s screaming for you to say it, and Brady is looking at you almost like he wants you to too.

The feeling of his hands pushing your sweater up distracts you from your plight. Brady’s movement is slow, and he’s looking at you intensely, giving you time to stop him. You only nod, and the softness is gone as soon as it had come. You lift your arms to help him bring the material over your head. He tosses the sweater to the side, catching your wrists when you reach for him. He guides them back over your head, smirking as you suppress a shudder when he leans in a whispers against your mouth. “Be a good girl and keep your hands there princess.”

You nod quickly, grasping the sheets in anticipation. Another slap to your thigh has you rethinking.

“I’m sorry!” you gasp. “Yes, sir.”

Brady hums in acknowledgment, kissing down your throat until he’s staring up at you from the valley between your breasts. You whine softly when he pulls a nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing the harden peak before soothing it with his tongue. His hand is pinching and pulling at your other nipple, making your noises significantly louder. He alternates, playing with your nipples until they're swollen and sensitive and sore.

He sits back on his heels to look at you, hands on your knees now, sliding up your thighs. His eyes roam your body unabashedly, while his fingers play with the waistband of your panties. There's a burning look in his eyes as he says, “You're gorgeous. You're so fucking beautiful.”

You don't know why hearing him say it makes you tear up. Brady had told you that you were pretty before, that you cleaned up nice, always telling you how hot you were when he'd see you dressed up before events. He was your own personal hype man but he'd never called you beautiful.

Not like this.

Not like Matty.

Not like Matty.

The thought makes your blood run cold.

“Please,” you mewl, starting to reach for Brady before remembering what he told you. Your hands fly back above your head, twisting in the sheets, whispering, “I’m sorry, sir, I forgot.”

Brady smiles softly, slipping his finger under the waistband of your panties, tugging on it before letting it snap back against your skin. “Such a good girl,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss softly at your stomach. “Trying so hard to be good for me.” He shuffles himself backwards as he kisses his way down your body, sliding your panties down your legs at the same time until they've fallen to the floor.

“Wait,” you say softly, causing Brady to pause, his expression quizzical. “Please, I need you.”

Brady grins wickedly. “Just a taste princess.”

It turns out, ‘a taste’ actually means Brady edging you with his tongue until you were nearly crying. He's brought you to the brink three times now, each time getting you closer and closer before pulling away. At this point he's holding your hips down and your hands are as tangled in the sheets as you could get them, not wanting the repercussions of disobeying.

Brady’s tongue is sliding through your folds again when you finally break.

“Please!” you sob, tears finally sliding down your cheeks as your back arches from the pleasure. “Please, Brady, please, sir, please please, I- I need - please just - fuck - please.”

Brady hums against your cunt, the vibrations tearing a scream from your throat. Suddenly the warmth of Brady’s mouth is gone, leaving you chasing him with a buck of your hips. He pins you back down again easily, his lips glistening as he smirks. You hate the way the sleazy look on his face does it for you.

It reminds you of Matt.

You whine again, wiggling your hips as much as you could in Brady’s grip. “Please just fuck me,” you whisper, squeezing your eyes shut. You feel his lips press against your hip, smiling against your skin.

“Anything my girl wants, she gets,” he murmurs against your skin.

My girl. The words echo over and over again in your head. My girl my girl my girl.

Two words you've been waiting years to hear come out of his mouth, and the only thing you could think of was how you liked it better when Matty said it.

Your eyes stay shut as Brady kisses up your body, fingertips dancing over your skin. His mouth finds yours, emptying your brain of all other thoughts but him.

“You ready for me, pretty girl?” he asks you, a hand coming up to stroke your cheek gently, wiping your tears away. Your eyes flutter open, to look at him, nodding as you bite your lip. His thumb tugs your lip out from between your teeth as you feel the tip of his dick brush against your thigh. You didn't even realize that he had taken off the rest of his clothes, but you weren't complaining. Not with him so close like this.

“Please,” you whimper, and after stealing another kiss, Brady sinks into your heat.

“Fuuuuuck,” he groans, gripping the back of your thigh to spread your legs even further. “You're so fucking tight, fuck you feel so good.” Once he’s bottomed out, Brady leans down to kiss you, swallowing your desperate noises.

He gives you little time to adjust, and really - you don't need it considering the way he tortured you with his mouth and fingers. You're whining into his mouth as his hips move against you, the drag off his cock inside you so fucking good after being denied like you were.

You're close already, and Brady knows, delivering sharp thrusts and hitting a spot inside you that made you see stars.

He finally breaks from your lips, breathing heavily as his hips slam into your cunt. “I'm so close,” you tell him, gripping the sheets above your head so hard you feel like you might rip them. “Please, please let me cum, sir, please.”

It seems like Brady finally thinks you've had enough torture, because he brings his hand from your thigh to your clit, rubbing quick tight circles. “You've been so good for me baby,” he grunts, his other hand holding him up so he can look down at you. “Come on baby, you can touch me now, come on princess, cum for me.”

That's all it takes to send you over the edge. Your hands come flying from above your head to grasp at Brady, his shoulders, his back, tangling in his hair, anything to just touch him. You cry out as your orgasm hits, your back arching under Brady as he relentlessly fucks you through it.

You faintly register Brady’s filthy encouragement in your ears, telling you how good you are for doing what he says, for not touching him this whole time, for cumming for him like this. You writhe against him as you feel him spill into you, grunting as he fucks into you, chasing his orgams with shallow, sloppy thrusts. It feels like you've been riding your high forever; your vision is blurry when you finally come down.

Brady’s breath is hot on your neck, his hands stroking your skin gently as the two of you catch your breath. He shushes you gently as you moan when he pulls out of you. Brady practically collapses next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist, tugging you into his chest. He peppers kisses across your skin, nudging his nose against your cheek to grab your attention.

You can barely turn your head, suddenly so tired you feel like you'll pass out right that second. “Hi,” he murmurs, kissing you gently. You hum and bury your face in his neck.

“‘M sleepy,” you mumble against his skin, eliciting a soft laugh from him.

“Then sleep,” he says, before smirking devilishly, “don't worry there's lots more where that came from, but in the morning.” You snort at his words, squeezing the back of his neck before burying your fingers in his curls.

“Night, B,” you mumble.

“Goodnight, buttercup.”

-

Matthew was going to kill his brother. He was going to straight up murder him. On top of not being there to pick him up from the airport, he also didn't answer any texts or calls from Matt.

So yeah, when Matthew got home, he was going to kill Brady. When the Uber finally pulls up in front of him, Matthew is nearly halfway done with his plan to get away with it.

He fiddles with his phone as the driver pulls away from the curb, scanning the random notifications that he had popped up when he got off the plane. It's when he opens up Instagram that he really pays attention, the 3 stories in a row at the top of his feed catching his eye.

Taryn’s, yours, and Brady’s. Against his better judgement, he taps Taryn’s magenta-rimmed profile picture. The story takes a moment to load, but when it does, he sees a picture of you in front of the Tkachuk’s Christmas tree. You had your arms out in a ‘ta-da’ fashion, the fingers barely poking out through the sleeves of your sweater. Taryn’s caption reads “didn’t need an angel for the tree cause we already got @y/n/y/l/n”. He can't help but smile fondly, so distracted by how cute you look that he just stares at you until the time is up - but not before pressing on the screen so he could screenshot the photo.

Your first story was a repost of Taryn’s, a simple white heart emoji in the bottom corner. The second was a shot of the TV in the Tkachuk’s living room displaying the Grinch’s title. The caption reads “heart grows two sizes bigger when i’m home :)”. The location is tagged as St. Louis, with Taryn and Brady tagged in the corner of the photo. The third post makes his blood run cold, it's a video of you and Brady, your back against his chest as you lay on the couch, the caption the cross-eyed emoji and Brady’s handle. Brady is facing away from the camera in the beginning of the video, your eyebrows raised as you wait for him to notice. When he does he laughs and reaches for your phone. The video cuts off there.

Matthew taps the left side of his screen to replay it, an unpleasant feeling twisting in his gut. He doesn't want to watch Brady’s story, but he taps the right side of his screen anyways. It's a photo of you on the couch, one knee pulled up to your chest with the other in Brady’s lap, and a glass of wine in your hand. Your hair is piled into a messy bun on top of your head as you wink at the camera and make a peace sign with your free hand, tongue peaking out of the corner of your mouth.

Matt screenshots the picture.

He’s angry; angry because his brother left him stranded at the airport. Angry because he said he hadn't spoken to you either, that you didn't answer any of his texts and calls since that night. He's angry because Brady managed to get you back, and Matt didn't.

Matty’s angry because he loves you, and he's pretty sure you still love Brady.

When the car finally pulls up to the house, he’s almost relieved. He notes that the lights are off downstairs as he lets himself in, pausing when he sees your shoes still by the door. The glow of the TV is visible in the living room, and as Matt pads towards it, the uneasy feeling grows.

There's two partially filled glasses of wine on the coffee table, as well as yours and Brady’s phones. He taps on Brady’s phone, revealing the unread texts and unanswered calls from Matt, as well as an unread text from Chantal, telling Brady that he would have to be the one to pick up Matty from the airport.

The pit in Matt’s stomach only deepens as he climbs the stairs, duffle bag in hand. He goes slowly, trying to prolong his inevitable heartbreak, but it doesn't change what he sees at the top.

Brady’s bedroom door is half open, the light from the hallway streaming in.

Matthew knows it's a bad idea when he takes one, two, three steps and he's in front of Brady’s door. He takes a deep breath and pokes his head inside the room. The sight nearly knocks the wind out of him.

You're tucked under Brady’s arm, your nose squished against his cheek and your hand curled around his neck.  He can see the bare skin of your back and stomach pressed against Brady’s bare torso. A blanket covers the both of you from the waist down. Brady’s hair is a mess, and so is yours, and suddenly Matt feels nauseous.

He feels like he would do anything - anything - to make the feeling in his chest go away. It feels like pressure, too much pressure, in his chest, and he nearly clutches his heart. The blood is rushing in his ears, he can't breathe, he feels dizzy.

Why does it hurt so much?

Before he can think it through he’s stumbling to his room. He kicks the door shut behind him, tossing the duffle back on the floor near his bed. His hands are reaching for the backpack on his shoulders and pulling out his laptop before it even hits the ground. He doesn't even sit, placing the laptop on his bed and bending down to type into the search bar.

He barely pays attention to the final amount when he hits “confirm” - he has more money than he knows what to do with anyways. The moment it’s done he sighs, watching the Gmail notification light up on his phone.

“Flight Confirmation, December 23rd, 2020 11:25 pm

St. Louis, Missouri to Calgary, Canada”

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One Shot - Louis Tomlinson

Resumo: Louis é casado com a (s/n) que está grávida, e últimamente ele anda estranho. Depois de uma briga, ela entra em trabalho de parto.

Não é pedido, apenas algo que veio na mente 

 (s/n)’S P.O.V.

Durante toda a semana, Lou esteve entranho. Não um estranho considerado bom do tipo que te leva comida na cama, dar presentes sem data comemorativa ou algo assim, Louis estava terrivelmente estranho. Fumava um maço de cigarros por dia, chegava bêbado em casa, e passa toda a manhã e tarde fora. Tudo bem que ele tem trabalho, mas isso sete dias por semana?!

Estou exausta em um nível que ninguém consegue imaginar. O cara que eu amo parecia infeliz, meu bebê estava pertubadoramente agitado e eu louca da vida tentando melhorar as coisas. Não posso tomar remédio para dor, ninguém está aqui comigo, e minha vida está indo de mal á pior.

Quando avisei Louis sobre a gravidez tudo era as mil maravilhas, mas foi só a droga daquela loira oxigenada chegar para estragar tudo.

Passo os dedos pela barriga quando sinto meu filho chutar novamente. Qualquer hora ele consegue furar minha barriga...

- Cheguei. – Louis anunciou quando passou pela porta fedendo a bebida. De hoje essa conversa não passa.

- Louis, precisamos conversar.

- Ah, não vem com isso, (s/n). Vou tomar banho. – Ele passa por mim, mas seguro seu braço, sendo empurrada sem delicadeza nenhuma. Meu Deus, por favor, proteja o bebê.

-  Está louco?! Tyler está aqui comigo!

- Quem liga? Isso nem é tão importante.

Sabe quando você sente aquele soco no estômago? Foi exatamente a sensassão que as palavras do cara que eu mais amava na vida causaram em mim. Louis estava sendo tão baixo... O que diabos aconteceu?!

- Não é importante?! Pois saiba que ele é meu tudo e a partir de agora peço que não me procure, como já está acostumado.

- Do que está falando, (s/n)?

- Estou falando que isso – apontei com desprezo para seu corpo magro coberto por roupas surradas. – Não é o homem com quem casei.

Viro-me sem mais nem menos, pouco me importanto se ele iria falar algo ou me xingar até não aguentar. Já respirei muito o mesmo ar que este Louis estupidamente ridículo para chegar na conclusão de que ele não será bom para o bebê. Subo até o quarto com dificuldade por conta da minha barriga. Oito meses não é pouca coisa.

Tyler está para nascer e aqui estou eu, arrumando minhas coisas, partindo para não sei onde. Até quando aquele bastardo ia continuar daquele jeito? Preciso do meu Louis de volta mais que tudo nesse mundo, não vai ser fácil cuidar de Tyler tendo que trabalhar, mas se é isso que ele queria, por que não fazer a vontade do meu maridinho mais uma vez?

- Não se procupe, amorzinho, vamos ficar bem. – Acaricio minha barriga pela vigésima vez em menos de uma hora, enxugando as lágrimas idiotas que insistiam em escorrer pelo meu rosto. Estou sendo patética... Por que continuar sendo um peso na vida dele?

- Amor... – Louis apareceu transmitindo desespero, segurando meus pulsos para que eu parasse de jogar tudo dentro da mala. – Por favor, me desculpe, eu não queria dizer aquilo, eu...

- Me solta.

- (s/n), por favor, para, prometo... – Uma dorzinha me fez respirar fundo e encolher meu corpo. – Você está bem?

Outra dorzinha, seguida de outra. Droga, Tyler, logo agora?

- O bebê... – segurei em meu ventre, sentido o líquido descer por minhas pernas.

- Oh, Deus... Espera, vou pegar a bolsa, não se mova. – Louis correu até nosso guarda-roupas quase vazio, arrancou a mala do bebê e me carregou até o carro. Por maior que seja minha repulsa, sua ajuda era mais do que necessária.

*

Abro meus olhos a tempo de ver meu marido secando algumas lágrimas que caiam e meu coração apertou como nunca. Cadê meu filho? Onde está meu bebê?

- Louis... O Tyler...

- Calma, calma, ele está bem. Nasceu um pouco antes por causa do estresse que te causei, mas está bem.

- Então por que está chorando? – Seguro sua mão quente e úmida pelas lágrimas.

- Me desculpe, por favor, eu fui um péssimo marido nesses últimos dias e me arrependo muito mesmo. Não me deixe, eu te amo e não suportaria um dia sem ser ao seu lado. Me pordoe, me perdoe... – Ele enterrou o rosto em minha mão, sem conseguir controlar o choro.

Oh, meu Louis...

- Não chore, se não existissem brigas, não seria um casamento de verdade.

- Eu juro que vou mudar, por você e pelo meu garotinho. Eu te amo tanto, (s/n).

- Eu também te amo, Lou. Agora vem aqui, me dar um abraço. – Ele levantou e envolveu meu corpo ainda fraco pela anestesia. – Parabéns, papai.

- Obrigado, mamãe.

Esse cara sem dúvidas um dia vai me deixar completamente maluca.

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Yo! Como estão galerinha? Então esse é um pedido lá do antigo tumblr, que eu havia começado por lá e decidi finalizar. Acabou que eu desenvolvi muito mais do que esperava e ele ficou simplesmente gigante! Espero que ainda gostem de oneshots enormes hsauhs Por favor, me digam o que acharam <3 

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— Você pode colocar o açúcar na bandeja sempre que houver alguém na sala de reuniões. — Marie dizia enquanto pegava o pequeno açucareiro e acomodava entre as treze xícara de café. — Louis gosta do café dele todos os dias pontualmente às nove, você não pode atrasar. — Seu tom era de aviso. Marie era uma senhora com os cabelos já grisalhos, se vestia formalmente e tinha um sorriso no rosto ao me passar as instruções. — Vamos. — Ela disse se afastando da mesa, e eu pequei a bandeja com as duas mãos.  Assim que chamou em frente á sala de reuniões, Marie sorriu para a secretária que estava sentada em sua mesa, que sorriu e informou que o chefe já estava à espera do café. Entramos na sala enorme, haviam apenas três pessoas sentadas na grande mesa. 

— Com licença, senhor, seu café. — Marie disse em um tom totalmente diferente, comedido e quase sussurrado. O homem sentado na ponta da mesa apenas fez um movimento com os dedos, e nós nos aproximamos. Coloquei as xícaras em frente às três pessoas ainda em silêncio. — Senhor Tomlinson, está é a senhorita s/s. Ela estará me substituindo após meu período de aviso prévio. — O homem ergueu os olhos dos papéis que lia, com a xícara presa entre os dedos e me olhou. Meu corpo enrijeceu assim que seus olhos se fixaram em meu rosto. Ele deu um sorriso, cheio de desdém.

— s/n, quanto tempo. — Soprou, com ironia.

— Senhor Tomlinson, é um prazer revê-lo. — Falei com o tom mais formal que consegui.

— Eu imagino. — Me deu mais um sorriso cheio de cinismo. — Podem ir. 

Saímos da sala enquanto eu levava a bandeja colada ao corpo, meu rosto inteiro pegava fogo e minha pulsação estava a mil.

— De onde você o conhece? — Marie cochichou assim que entramos na pequena copa.

— Estudamos juntos, no ensino médio. — Sussurrei de volta. Secando as mãos suadas em minha saia. — Esperava que ele não se lembrasse de mim. — Confessei.

— Espero que tenham sido amigos, ou sua vida aqui será um inferno. — Marie disse em um suspiro. 

Assim que cheguei em casa, tirei os saltos e fui recebida por um par de braços gordinhos de corriam em minha direção.

— Como foi no trabalho? — Amélia perguntou assim que a ergui em meu colo.

— Foi bom, todo mundo é legal. — Menti. E me dirigi até a cozinha ainda com a pequena no colo. — Deram muito trabalho? — Perguntei á Clare que estava sentada da mesa junto de Pedro fazendo o dever de casa. 

— Você sabe que eles são ótimos. — Ela disse sorrindo. Passei a mão pelos cabelos de Pedro que resmungou enquanto pintava uma árvore com seus lápis de cor. 

Larguei Amélia em uma das cadeiras e peguei a quantia em dinheiro que já estava separada para Clare em minha carteira.  Ela agradeceu e depois de alguns minutos foi embora. Fiz o jantar e depois de uma luta que pareceu eterna para que Amélia permanecesse na cama, consegui finalmente entrar no meu banho. A primeira semana de trabalho passou por mim como um rolo compressor. A rotina de dar café da manhã para as crianças, levá-los para a escola e estar a tempo na empresa para servir o café de Louis pontualmente às 9h estava me deixando exausta. Por sorte não trocamos mais do que um "bom dia" nestes dias, e eu já me sentia menos nervosa toda vez que tinha que bater em sua porta com a xícara fumegante. Na sexta feira, me sentei na copa para almoçar. Eram os restos do jantar da noite anterior, e por mais que eu tivesse certeza de que não me deixaria satisfeita, não fiz nada a mais. Por mais que o novo emprego pagasse bem, sustentar duas crianças, pagar uma babá e manter uma casa não era nada fácil.  Louis entrou pela porta estreita, com o habitual terno escuro, os cabelos penteados para trás.

— Em quinze minutos terei uma reunião. Leve café e alguns biscoitos. — Ele disse em seu tom de ordem.

— Sim senhor. — Falei engolindo minha comida, com a mão na frente da boca. Louis encarou meu pote com uma sobrancelha arqueada. Eu não podia comprar um pote específico para levar comida, então levava qualquer pote genérico que pudesse ser colocado ao microondas.

— O que é isso? — Ele perguntou apontando para minha refeição.

— O meu almoço. 

— E você trouxe nessa merda? E se algum cliente visse? Providencie algo melhor. — Colocou as mãos nos bolsos.

— Senhor, eu não posso. — Falei baixando meus olhos. E fui surpreendida por uma gargalhada vinda do homem. Cheia de ironia.

— Quem diria. — Falou com asco. — A grande s/n que não tinha tempo pra ninguém, não pode nem comprar um pote melhor para comer. — Cuspiu. — Enquanto eu, que não era bom o suficiente, é quem paga a porra do seu salário. — Ele se abaixou, colocando as mãos sobre a mesa. Meus olhos ardiam, e minha vontade era correr para baixo da mesa como uma criança pequena. 

— Eu nunca disse que não era o suficiente… senhor. — Falei com dificuldade.

— Ah, por favor. Não se faça de sonsa, s/n. Eu corria como um cachorro atrás de você, e você me tratava como um merda. — Ele praticamente gritou.

— Senhor… eu nunca o tratei mal. — Engoli em seco. — Me desculpe se foi o que pareceu…

— Bom, foda-se isso. — Ele se ergueu novamente. Seu rosto estava vermelho de raiva. — Vou ter uma reunião às 18h e quero que você sirva café quinze minutos depois. — Ele ordenou.

— Senhor, eu não posso… — Minha voz saiu em um fio.

— Dê um jeito, ou não precisa mais vir amanhã. — Ele disse saindo. Assim que entrou em sua sala, um burburinho dos funcionários se iniciou. Eles falavam apontando para a copa sem a menor discrição, me fazendo sentir um lixo.

Liguei para Clare enquanto preparava o café, pedido que ficasse um pouco mais e prometendo pagar mais algum dinheiro pelo imprevisto.  Assim que os executivos saíram, a secretária de Louis se dirigiu a copa dizendo que eu já estava liberada para ir embora. O que fiz quase correndo.  Depois de um sábado inteiro chovendo, o domingo amanheceu ensolarado, e as crianças me imploravam que os levasse ao parquinho no centro da cidade. Depois de muita insistência acabei cedendo.  Arrumei Amélia com um macacão cor de rosa com flores desenhadas, um par de Maria chiquinhas e o tênis da mesma cor da roupa. Pedro já estava praticamente pronto, apenas precisei amarrar seus cadarços para que pudéssemos sair. Por mais que fossem gêmeos, Pedro era muito mais independente que Amélia. Ele gostava de se vestir sozinho e dispensava qualquer ajuda para comer ou ir ao banheiro, diferente da irmã. Caminhamos por muitos minutos até o parque, e assim que chegamos eles saíram correndo de mãos dadas até um escorregador.  Me sentei em um banco que me dava visão de onde eles estavam. Pousei a bolsa que continha algumas guloseimas para eles no chão, e peguei meu livro que estava junto. Sempre cuidado onde estavam, consegui ler algumas páginas.

— São seus filhos? — Meu corpo gelou quando reconheci a voz. Ergui meus olhos do livro, dando de cara com um Louis muito diferente das últimas semanas. Ele vestia um conjunto de moletom preto, com o capuz escondendo os cabelos. Ele se sentou ao meu lado. — Aquele é o meu. — Disse apontando com o dedo indicador, para um menino loiro que brincava no mesmo brinquedo.

— São meus irmãos. — Informei, e ele assentiu com um movimento de cabeça. Voltei meus olhos para o livro, mas não consegui ler uma letra sequer com a sua presença. 

Depois de minutos que pareciam uma eternidade, Amélia, Pedro e o garotinho loiro se aproximaram correndo, completamente esbaforidos.

— Estamos morrendo de fome. — Amélia falou com o drama de sempre, me fazendo sorrir. Entreguei um pacote de biscoitos para cada, junto de uma caixinha de suco de maçã.

— Não precisa. — Louis falou quando ofereci ao menino a mesma coisa, que olhou para o pai quase fazendo um beicinho.

— Está tudo bem. — Eu falei oferecendo novamente. O garotinho pegou, dando um largo sorriso.

— Agradeça, Freddie. — Louis disse, seu tom era de autoridade, mas diferente da que usava no escritório, era um pouco mais contido.

— Muito obrigado. — O menino disse com a boca cheia e eu sorri em resposta. Os três se afastaram, falando animadamente sobre qual super herói seriam na próxima brincadeira.

— Costuma passar os finais de semana com seus irmãos pequenos? — Louis perguntou assim que eles se afastaram o suficiente para não ouvir.

— Eles moram comigo. — Falei encarando meus dedos, esse era um assunto que me trazia péssimas lembranças.

— Foi por isso que aceitou uma vaga como copeira? -— Eu podia sentir seus olhos ainda em mim, minha pele queimava. 

— Sim. — Admiti.

— Não conseguiu nada na sua área? — Seu corpo agora estava virado para mim. Para quê tantas perguntas?

— Precisei largar a faculdade quando Amélia e Pedro nasceram, ainda não consegui retornar. — Disse sentindo um nó se formar em minha garganta.

— E os pais dele? Porque não ficaram com eles? — Encarei Louis, ele estava com os braços cruzados, sua expressão era de curiosidade.

— Não sei quem é o pai deles. — Admiti. — Minha mãe…— Suspirei, sentindo meus olhos marejarem. — Ela faleceu quando eles tinham dois meses. Desde então somos nós três. — Sequei rápido a lágrima que escorreu. E desviei meus olhos para as crianças que brincavam animadamente.

— Eu… sinto muito, não devia ter falado dessa forma. — Louis disse depois de algum tempo.

— Está tudo bem. — Afirmei forçando um sorriso. — O senhor não teria como saber. 

Depois de mais algum tempo, quando já começava a escurecer, chamei Amélia e Pedro para irmos embora. Depois de alguns resmungos, consegui convencê-los ao prometer um delicioso macarrão com salsichas. Meus pequenos se despediram dos amigos, e saímos caminhando pelo mesmo caminho em que viemos.  Eu me arrastava pela rua, uma mão segurando a de Pedro e a outra equilibrando Amélia que dormia com a cabeça pendurada em meu ombro.

— Precisa de uma carona? — Me virei ao ouvir a voz de Louis. Ele estava dentro de um carro preto, que eu já havia visto no estacionamento da empresa. Antes que eu pudesse responder, ele desceu do carro, e pegou Amélia do meu colo, que se aninhou nele.

— Não precisa, estamos perto de casa. — Menti. Ainda faltavam uns bons minutos caminhando, principalmente no ritmo em que estávamos.

— Não estamos nada. — Pedro falou, e eu o repreendi, apertando sua mão levemente. Louis riu, e abriu a porta de trás, revelando um Freddie sorridente. Pedro sem esperar qualquer autorização, entrou e se sentou ao lado do novo amigo. E Louis acomodou Amélia ao lado dos dois, que ainda estava adormecida. Como não restavam lugares no banco traseiro, aceitei o convite silencioso de Louis, que abriu a porta do passageiro para mim. Informei o endereço e ele dirigiu com calma.

— s/n faz o melhor macarrão com salsicha do mundo! —  Pedro dizia animado. Eu já podia ver a nossa casa se aproximando, o que me deixava mais calma.

— Pai, posso comer o macarrão da tia? — A voz de Freddie surgiu, fazendo com que Louis assumisse uma postura mais dura. Ele estacionou em frente a minha casa e virou levemente o corpo para olhar para o filho.

— Talvez na próxima, amigão.

— Mas amanhã eu vou para a casa da minha mãe! — Disse fazendo um beicinho, exatamente como Louis fazia quando me chamava para algum lugar em nossa adolescência.

— Eles podem jantar com a gente. — Pedro disse. — Não é mesmo, mana? — Freddie agora me dirigia uma expressão de súplica, acompanhado pelo meu irmão que fazia o mesmo. Louis me olhava de lado, esperando uma resposta.

— Claro… Se vocês quiserem… — A comemoração barulhenta dos dois garotos acordou Amélia, que quando soube que o novo amigo jantaria conosco também comemorou.

Me xinguei mentalmente enquanto entrava em casa. Não deveria ter aceitado o jantar Mal tínhamos o que comer, mais duas pessoas seriam uma despesa que eu não tinha como cobrir. Principalmente depois de ter que pagar um extra para Clare da sexta-feira.

— Você quer ajuda? — Louis perguntou, enquanto eu cortava as salsichas para colocar no molho. Ele estava nos últimos vinte minutos sentado na mesa da minha cozinha enquanto mexia no celular. Amélia e Pedro levaram Freddie para conhecer seu quarto, e permaneceram lá brincando mais um pouco.

— Não precisa. — Forcei um sorriso. Agora Louis olhava atentamente pela cozinha. Senti meu coração apertar. Aquele certamente não é o tipo de ambiente que ele está habituado. Por mais que não fosse exatamente pequena, minha casa era muito simples. Minha mãe havia decorado com todo carinho quando nos mudamos para a Inglaterra, quando eu tinha 6 anos. E desde seu falecimento, seis anos atrás, ela não tem tido muita manutenção. Algumas paredes estavam com a tinta descascando, haviam alguns armários manchados da época em que as crianças começaram a caminhar e passavam qualquer coisa pelas portas e as manchas nunca mais saíram. 

— Gostaria de um pouco de vinho? — Ofereci, na tentativa de tirar sua atenção das minhas paredes.

— Por favor. — Ele disse. Peguei a garrafa de vinho barata no armário que havia em cima da pia, e dois copos. Depois de servir, me virei para ele e ofereci um.

— Não tenho taças, me desculpe.

— Não é um problema. — Ele disse pegando o copo da minha mão, roçando levemente seus dedos nos meus, e então levou o liquido aos lábios.

— A qualidade também não é da melhor. — Admiti.

— Você parece esquecer que me conheceu adolescente.— Ele disse com certo humor na voz. — Se me oferecessem gasolina em uma garrafa de vodka eu beberia. — Não pude segurar o riso após sua confissão, o que o fez abrir um sorriso bonito.

Voltei minha atenção ao jantar, e em alguns minutos o macarrão estava pronto. Louis se prontificou a chamar as crianças, e logo todos estavam sentados a mesa.  Depois de brincarem mais um pouco, Louis pegou o filho no colo que já estava quase adormecido. O acompanhei até a porta com Amélia praticando agarrada á minha perna.

— Boa noite, s/n, muito obrigado pelo jantar, estava ótimo. — Ele disse assim que saiu pela porta.

— Boa noite, senhor. — Louis deu um último sorriso e se dirigiu ao carro.

Já eram quase duas horas da tarde. Terminei de preparar o costumeiro café de Louis, que ele tomava todos dias após a refeição.

— Com licença. — Falei ao entrar em sua sala.

— Você já almoçou? — Ele perguntou assim que coloquei a xícara em sua frente.

— Sim senhor. — Menti. Como não havia sobrado nada do jantar, não levei nada para o almoço, e o meu estômago já reclamava.

— Eu passei pela copa no seu horário de almoço e não te vi comendo nada. — Ele disse levando o café á boca.

— Estou de dieta. — Inventei, forçando um sorriso e torcendo para que ele não ouvisse meu estômago me chamar de mentirosa.

Voltei para a copa, começando a preparar os lanches para a conferência que haveria mais tarde. Estava cortando os pães dos sanduíches, quase chorando pela tortura de preparar alimento enquanto estava faminta quando ouvi uma leve batida na porta.

— Você é s/n/c? — O rapaz que tinha um capacete de ciclismo em sua cabeça perguntou, e eu assenti. Ele tirou uma embalagem de sua mochila de entregas e me estendeu.

— Eu não pedi nada, deve ser um engano. — O rapaz conferiu novamente e nota, e me olhou, dizendo que o nome que constava realmente era o meu. — Eu não tenho dinheiro… — Admiti, e ele sorriu.

— Já está pago. — Falou colocando a embalagem na mesa. —  Um bom almoço. — Desejou antes de sair.

Conferi o nome na nota, e realmente era o meu, mas não constava o nome do pedido. Decidi comer, pois meu estômago já me torturava. Ao abrir a embalagem, me deparei com um hambúrguer muito bem servido, acompanhado de batatas fritas e um refrigerante.  Dei a primeira mordida com vontade, meu corpo inteiro agradeceu. Pela grande janela de vidro da copa, pude ver Louis passando, ele parou por um segundo, deu um sorriso e seguiu seu caminho. Foi ele. Terminei de organizar a mesa nos fundos do auditório, alguns funcionários da limpeza terminaram os últimos detalhes antes da conferência. 

— O hambúrguer estava bom? — Dei um pulo ao ouvir a voz muito perto do meu ouvido. Me virei rápido, dando de cara com um Louis sorridente. — Dieta, hum? Deveria ter inventado uma desculpa melhor. — Louis disse levando uma das mãos até a bandeja de sanduíches, pegando um e o mordendo.

— Estava ótimo, senhor, muito obrigado. — Falei sentindo meu rosto queimar. — Prometo lhe pagar assim que possível.

— Não precisa me pagar um hambúrguer, s/n. — Ele disse revirando os olhos.

— Eu não gostaria de ficar em dívida com o senhor. — Falei encarando meus pés.

— Fica pelo jantar de ontem então. Okay? — Concordei com um movimento de cabeça, ainda sem conseguir encará-lo. — Você pode ir para casa. Não vou precisar dos seus serviços por hoje. 

— Obrigado, senhor. — Falei quase sem voz, passando por ele em direção da copa.

O que está acontecendo comigo? Meu rosto queimava, meu coração batia forte. Respirei fundo e peguei minha bolsa. A semana transcorria calma, Louis já não era rude comigo e até mesmo sorria toda vez que eu lhe servia café, fazendo minhas pernas fraquejarem cada vez mais. E tomar banhos muito frios em casa toda vez que me lembrava.

— Bom dia. — Louis disse pela manhã, assim que entrei em sua sala.

— Bom dia, senhor. — Falei sentindo o frio na barriga que vinha me atormentando há dias.

— Freddie gostaria de ver os seus irmãos antes de ir embora. — Ele disse se encostando na cadeira, me encarando. 

— Isso seria ótimo, eles ficariam muito felizes. 

— Pretende levá-los ao parque neste final de semana? — Deu um gole em seu café.

— Na verdade, eles fazem aniversário nesse sábado. — Cocei minha nuca. — Geralmente ficamos em casa nesse dia.

— Vai fazer festa? 

— Não. — Falei sentindo meu coração pesar. Infelizmente não era possível fazer uma festa, por mais que eu quisesse e muito. — Normalmente assistimos filmes da Disney o dia todo. — Admiti.

— Uma tarde de cinema seria ótimo. — Louis falou, fazendo meu coração dar um pulo. — Isso se você quiser nossa presença, é claro… — Seus olhos estavam fixos nos meus.

— Seria ótimo, senhor. 

Terminei de fazer o segundo balde de pipocas enquanto Pedro e Amélia escolhiam o primeiro filme. Assim que a campainha tocou, eles correram para a porta, gritando de felicidade quando Louis entregaram dois pacotes á eles.

— s/n, ganhamos presentes! — Pedro disse depois de agradecer e abraçar o amigo.

— Obrigado. — Falei baixinho, e Louis piscou um olho para mim. As crianças se acomodaram no colchão que eu havia colocado no chão, com um balde de pipocas no colo de Amélia que estava no meio dos meninos. Eu e Louis nos sentamos no sofá atrás deles, e eu coloquei o segundo balde entre nós. A primeira música de Z.O.M.B.I.E.S começava a tocar, Pedro e Amélia que já haviam visto aquele filme pelo menos dez vezes cantaram junto, fazendo com que nossos convidados rissem da animação.

— O senhor pode ir se quiser. — Sussurrei quando vi Louis negar a terceira ligação em pouco tempo. — Posso ficar com Freddie se quiser.

— Não precisa me chamar de senhor fora da empresa. — Ele disse sussurrando também, se inclinando em minha direção. — E eu quero descobrir se a garota e o zumbi vão ficar juntos. — Piscou, fazendo meu rosto queimar novamente.

Quando o segundo filme da franquia começou, decidi começar a fazer o jantar. Não seria nada demais, apenas alguns cachorros quentes caseiros acompanhados de refrigerante. Vi quando Louis entrou na cozinha, pé por pé, um tipo de embalagem em seus braços.

— Eles estão tão distraídos que nem me viram sair. — Ele falou baixinho, colocando a caixa em cima da mesa, e abrindo, revelando um bolo lindo. Confeitado com chantilly branco e alguns morangos. Então colocou a mão no bolso, tirando duas velas de “7” e cravando no bolo.

— Meu deus, Louis, não precisava. — Falei emocionada, colocando as mãos sobre a boca.— Você já gastou com os presentes, não deveria gostar com um bolo também. — Falei sentindo uma lágrima escapar. Antes que eu pudesse secá-la, Louis se aproximou, secando com o polegar.

— Está tudo bem. — Falou baixinho. — Vamos chamá-los? — Perguntou e eu assenti.

Louis foi até a sala, enquanto eu acendia as duas velinhas. Ver meus irmãos felizes enquanto cantávamos parabéns e eles assopraram as velinhas não tinha preço, meu coração estava cheio, batia feliz. 

— Eu não sei como agradecer.  — Falei quando ficamos sozinhos na cozinha. As crianças pegaram seus lanches e foram comer enquanto terminavam de assistir o filme. Me encostei na bancada que separava a sala da cozinha, observando Louis roubar um morango da cobertura do bolo e comer.

— Você não precisa agradecer. — Ele falou se aproximando, apoiando as mãos na bancada atrás de mim. — Sabe, eu queria me desculpar com você. — Falou baixinho, com os olhos colados aos meus.

— Se desculpar pelo quê? — Disse engolindo em seco.

— Fui um otário com você quando chegou na empresa. — Eu tentava me concentrar no que ele me dizia, tentando não me perder nas duas piscinas azuis que me encaravam. — Acho que era ego ferido. Por você não me querer anos atrás. — Ele estava ainda mais perto, sua testa quase colada na minha. Eu podia sentir o cheiro do morango escapando do hálito quente. 

— Você não precisa se desculpar. — Falei suspirando pela proximidade. — Eu era uma megera mesmo. — Fazei soltando sorrindo.

— Uma megera linda… — Ele sussurrou, colando seu nariz no meu. Meu corpo inteiro tremia, o frio na barriga me deixava sem ar, minha pele parecia inteiramente arrepiada. Fechei meus olhos em antecipação, e gemi baixinho quando senti seus lábios tocarem os meus. 

Uma das mãos de Louis foi para minha nuca, se infiltrando entre o meu cabelo, aprofundando o beijo ainda mais. Sua língua fazia movimentos rápidos, acariciando a minha minha. Meu lábio inferior foi preso entre seus dentes e levemente sugado no final do beijo. Eu estava completamente sem ar, minhas mãos estavam no peito de Louis e eu nem lembrava de as ter colocado lá. Ele me encarava, e eu podia sentir minha pulsação pelo corpo inteiro.

— Você não faz ideia do quanto eu quis isso desde que você entrou na minha sala pela primeira vez. — Confessou.

— Acho que eu também. — Falei em um sussurro. Louis ia colar seus lábios no meu novamente, umas a risada das três crianças nos tirou do transe.

— Meu pai beijou a irmã de vocês! — Freddie disse orgulhoso, fazendo meu rosto queimar, e Louis rir. Escondi meu rosto em seu peito, sentindo sua pulsação tão alterada quanto a minha.

Entrei na grande sala da presidência sentindo um frio na barriga ainda maior que nas vezes anteriores. Louis foi embora no final da noite com um Freddie adormecido nos braços, e não nos falamos durante o domingo inteiro. Assim que deixei a bandeja em cima de sua mesa, ele se levantou, agarrando minha cintura e colando sou corpo no meu, selando nossos lábios.

— Quase não dormi pensando em você. — Ele sussurrou com os lábios contra os meus.

— Eu também. — Confessei no mesmo tom. Louis aprofundou o beijo, colando seu corpo ainda mais em mim, podia sentir a ereção crescente na calça social bater contra a minha barriga, me causando um incômodo na região íntima. — Eu preciso ir. — Falei sem fôlego ao separar a boca da sua. Louis deixava beijos molhados em meu pescoço, quase levando minha sanidade com eles. — As pessoas vão estranhar se eu demorar demais. 

— Okay. — Concordou com a boca ainda contra a minha pele. — Almoça comigo hoje? Fora daqui? — Pediu subindo os beijos para o meu maxilar. 

— Okay. — Concordei, ganhando um último beijo, mais rápido dessa vez. 

Saí da sala sentindo meu corpo inteiro ferver.

Não sabia como seria daqui para a frente, mas algo me dizia que seria bom, muito bom.

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– Boa noite. – Louis disse entrando. Estava todo molhado devido ao temporal que acontecia lá fora. Fechei a porta e fui até o banheiro, pegando uma toalha e levando até ele.

– Você vai acabar ficando doente. – Falei e ele sorriu enquanto passava a toalha pelo cabelo. – Não ligo muito. – Disse vindo até mim e me dando um selinho. Rolei os olhos e ele riu mais uma vez. – Vou fazer algo quente pra você se esquentar. – Comecei a me dirigir para a cozinha, mas ele agarrou minha cintura e me puxou para seu corpo, me abraçando por trás. – Sei de algo que pode me esquentar rapidinho. – Sussurrou em meu ouvido, fazendo que um arrepio subisse pela minha espinha. – Louis… – Me virei para dizer que se não se cuidasse ficaria resfriado, mas ele encostou sua boca na minha antes. Seus beijos sempre me desmontavam, eu poderia passar a vida ali. Uma das suas mãos segurava meu rosto e a outra na cintura. Esse homem me deixa louca. – Louis… chá. – Falei quase sem ar quando o beijo terminou. – Depois. – Disse depositando beijos no meu pescoço, causando mais arrepios. Louis me pegou no colo e caminhou até meu quarto, caminho que ele conhecia muito bem.

Depois de me deitar na cama ele tirou a camisa preta molhada, os tênis e as calças, ficando apenas com a boxer branca. – Você está muito vestida. – Disse observando minha camisola. Eu já estava pronta para dormir quando ele chegou. – Mas posso resolver isso. – Disse engatinhando até mim.

As mãos frias de Louis passearam pelas minhas coxas, me fazendo soltar um suspiro. Ele ergueu minha camisola e jogou para trás, me deixando apenas com a calcinha. Ri quando Louis puxou minhas pernas e me fez deitar.

Sua boca foi até a minha, deixando um beijo lento. Suas mãos passearam pelas minhas pernas, deixando alguns apertões. Depois do beijo seus lábios desceram pelo meu pescoço até meus seios.

Suspirei quando um mamilo foi preso entre seus dentes. Louis sorriu e desceu seus beijos mais uma vez, dessa vez até minha intimidade. Ele empurrou minha calcinha para o lado e afundou um dos dedos, me fazendo arfar.

Sua língua encostou no meu clitóris e ele acrescentou mais um dedo, começando movimentos de entra e sai.

Fechei meus olhos com força e mordi os lábios. Levei uma mão até seus cabelos e os puxei um pouco, trazendo seus olhos até os meus.

– O que foi, gatinha? – Perguntou com falsa inocência enquanto passava a ponta da língua nos lábios. Seus dedos estavam parados dentro de mim, me deixando louca. – Preciso de você. – Minha voz vacilou, quase como um gemido. – Agora. – Seu desejo é uma ordem. – Tirou seus dedos e se dirigiu para cima de mim. Envolvi minhas pernas em sua cintura e troquei nossa posição, ficando por cima. Ele sorriu.

Desci pelo corpo de Louis deixando alguns beijos até chegar em sua cueca, que já tinha um certo volume. Puxei o pano para baixo “libertando-o”, Louis me ajudou a tirar sua única peça de roupa e eu a joguei para trás.

Passei os dedos por toda a extensão do seu membro, fazendo Louis arfar. Fiz movimentos de vai e vem, e recebi gemidos baixos como resposta.

Louis mantinha seus olhos fixos em mim, observando cada um dos meus movimentos.

Passei a língua na ponta de seu membro, depois coloquei tudo que consegui na boca com a mão acariciei o resto. Uma das mãos dele foi até meus cabelos, me ajudando com os movimentos.

Depois de alguns minutos ele parou e me puxou para cima.

Arrumei minha posição e logo ele estava dentro de mim por inteiro. Seus movimentos eram rápidos e fortes, me fazendo gemer em seu ouvido.

Ele suspiravam enquanto uma camada fina de suor se formava em sua testa.

Apertei minhas pernas em sua cintura, fazendo com que ele fosse mais fundo, gemi alto quando o orgasmo me alcançou. Não demorou muito para que ele chegasse também. Ficamos na mesma posição, olhando um para o outro com a respiração desregulada.

Louis deitou ao meu lado com um sorriso nos lábios.

– Acho que vou parar de fazer programa. – Disse ainda um pouco ofegante. – Por quê? – Perguntei me virando para ele. – Eu já juntei o dinheiro que precisava. – Deu de ombros. – Quero estudar, ter filhos. Não vou ser garoto de programa por toda a minha vida. – Ah… E vamos deixar de nos ver? – Isso depende de você. – Disse se virando pra mim e agarrando meu queixo. – Como assim? – Não sei. – Suspirou. – É meio confuso. – Disse se levantando. – O que é confuso? – Perguntei sentando. – Onde você vai? – Pra casa. – Não vai me explicar o que é confuso? – Louis suspirou. – Eu acho que gosto de você. O que é estranho pra caramba, porque nunca nesses cinco anos de programa eu senti algo por alguém. – Começou a vestir suas roupas molhadas. Não consegui responder a tudo aquilo, era muita informação. – Não precisa me pagar dessa vez, okay? – Ele disse e só então percebi que já estava completamente vestido, como ele fez isso tão rápido? – Louis. – Falei quando ele abriu a porta do quarto. – Fica. – Por que? – Perguntou me olhando. – Tá chovendo muito lá fora, você vai acabar ficando doente. – Eu não ligo. – Fica, por favor. – Falei indo até a ponta da cama. – Acho que também gosto de você, mas também sou confusa. – Baixei a cabeça e sorri para o chão. Ergui novamente quando ouvi Louis espirrar. – Você fica e ponto final. – Saí da cama e o puxei pelo braço. Louis sorriu para mim e tirou a camiseta e a calça, ficando apenas com a cueca, voltando para a cama. Deitei em seu peito e senti o sono se aproximar. Eu realmente gostava de Louis, talvez isso tudo desse certo.

#lary #imagine #louis

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Darwinism was no mere theory to him. Getting out of an elevator, he glimpsed a workman who ‘looked, not like an ape, but like some kind of primitive man’ and whose face proved that ‘humanity was still an animal, still glaring out of its dark caves, not yet having mastered the world, not even comprehending what he saw. I was frightened – at him, at us all. The horrible look of the human race’. On another occasion, he suddenly saw his hand on the page of a book as ‘an animal’s paw with the fingers lengthened to claws and become prehensile for climbing around’. The lurking malevolence of the primitive beneath the façade of civilization haunted him; in one of the last pieces he saw through the press, the epilogue to Upstate (1971), he wrote, ‘I look at the creatures on the street and think, well, we have begun to walk upright and our toes, now more or less impractical, are shrinking like the toes of elephants’ feet’.

[John Updike]

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Lathyrus In milder climes, sow seeds in fall... soak before sowing in tepid water and sow immediately after in early spring... for ‘exhibition-quality’ plants, allow 1 shoot to grow while removing all tendrils and side shoots; stake the main shoot... it is permitted to let them sprawl about...

Lantana Soak seed 24 hours in warm water and provide a constant 70 degree situation until seedlings are fairly developed... pinch every now and again... don’t skimp on the water during summer...

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April 16 [1854]. PM – To epigaea. Saw a fox-colored sparrow... and black ducks. There are four or five cowslips open at the Second Division Meadow... [...] April 18. For three or four days the lilac buds have looked green, – the most advanced that I have seen. The earliest gooseberry still earlier in garden (though smaller buds).

PM – To stone-heaps by boat. Scared up snipes on the meadow’s edge, which go off with their strange zigzag, crazy flight and a distressed sound, – craik craik or cr-r-ack cr-r-rack. One booms now at 3 PM.

[Thoreau, Journal]

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PETUNIA: The genus of annuals of the nightshade family from which many garden varieties have been developed. Originally hybridized from two species, the hybrids are much more important now than their forbears. Original petunia species had straggling stems, sticky and weak leaves and flower stalks bearing fragrant white, purple, or reddish salver-shaped blossoms all summer. Two natives of Argentina were used to develop the hybrids found in modern gardens. They were the large white petunia (P. axillaris) with flowers about two inches long, and P. violacea, the violet-flowered petunia, whose 1 1/2 inch flowers ranged through rose to reddish purple.

The common garden petunia, P. hybrida, comes in many varieties...

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❚Thank you Mary Tyler Moore for sharing your talent with the world, and for the beautiful legacy you left behind. Rest in peace.

Iain Banks (16 February 1954 – 9 June 2013) was a Scottish author. He wrote mainstream fiction under the name Iain Banks and science fiction as Iain M. Banks...

Stephen King The ugliest first week of a presidency in the history of the American republic.

Sarah Silverman There's a shot in the open where she's washing her car in a football shirt. I fixated on it. worshipped her. And that show. #MARYTYLERMOORE

Michael Moore I didn't want the day to end without thanking the NYT 4 using the word "lie" 4 the 1st time in a headline about Trump

Thugs firing airguns at animals in Folkestone town centre

Scarlett Johansson und Romain DauriacTrennung nach nur zwei Jahren Ehe!

TIL the Nazi's used German boxer Max Schmeling in propaganda after he beat African American Joe Louis. Schmeling disliked the Nazis, he refused Hitler's gifts and hid Jewish children during Kristallnacht. He would later becomes friends with Louis and was a pallbearer at his funeral.

Butch Trucks, drummer from The Allman Brothers Band, has passed away at age 69.

TIL Since being discovered by the timber industry in the 1850s, 96% of the 2,000,000 acres of old-growth Coast Redwood trees in California have been logged.

The Best-Selling Book on Amazon Right Now Is 1984

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So finished seeing the first season of  Be/astars, some spoilers mostly but dumb stuff

I still feel incredibly uncomfortable with the fact they use the terms male and female but like makes sense because animals but at the same time I need to remind myself they weren’t degrading each themselves when they call themselves that...

The anime should use more realist comportments of animals made no sense why the gang of lions had no lionesses when they were the ones that do the dirty job in real-life. But who I’m kidding they would need to make female characters not useless and that’s a big no-no, ahh how I despise anime...

Still hate how they use the herbivore = defenseless baby, maybe this change doubt it but I hope (no not with the gun), rhinos are aggressive, hippos kill more people than crocodiles, and not even entering on the fact many herbivores can kill carnivores. And have carnivorous that eat each other or even just kill one another if they see each other, cannibalism is a thing.

Why the herbivores don’t have claws? Bunnies have claws, the worse offender is the anteater character, have you seen an anteater!? They have huge claws!

And excuse fucking me what you mean my rabbit genes wants me to be eaten!? That’s not how nature work at all! Okey weird parasites I’m looking at you but shush it, most animals would fight a much bigger animal to survive even have a saying that “The cornered rat will bite the cat.” for this reason, would be more realistic if she punched the wolf or act aggressively towards him if he got closer to her, but whatever the herbivores in this world are into vore...

Louis what the actual fuck was your childhood!? Why your rich father even paid to have you? Does he not care that giving money to these ones will continue the black market? He could gun down the place and get a free kid out of it, is he involved in the black market? You know thinking about it and how the guard treated him good I think yeah, what an asshole!

Why smaller animals don’t have their own school? Like it seems pretty risky to mix small animals with bigger ones.

And did the anime called a Louis a Bambi or was just the br dub? I need to know!!

And how have dog breeds on this world, did some wolves simple thought “Hey let’s inbreed ourselves to be weaker wolves full of inbreed diseases!?” or the author simply liked dogs and include them?

But overall the main plot is quite a drag to me, the world doesn’t seem that can function because the carnivores are violent and well the herbivores want to be eaten too, so how even have herbivores? Or is just Haru that is into vore? Why this world eats kids? Were the woman/girls on this world? Like I understand is shonen so it has the mentality women are just for romantic interest but is so bizarre seeing how the school and the world are like 80% male even on the crown shots...

And the second plot is going to ??? I don’t know like oh the wolf not going to eat the bunny maybe... not even himself knows that, showing that carnivores are violent by nature and are a problem to their society but at the same time I think is going to go “We need each other to exist” and really hope they don’t go this route because a world only with herbivores would exist ok, the real animals can’t do it because they need nature balance, but sapient beings? Nah... we mass-produce food so bet they can too.

#stupid text post

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Prophecy, Signs, Wonders, and the 2017 Eclipse

Wyoming Eclipse 2017, Signs & Wonders

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Wyoming Eclipse 2017 Signs & Wonders event follows the years of 2014, 2015 for important events that are revealed in the heavens and all on earth can have a chance to know and understand the meaning of such things. Will this phenomenon be a harbinger of things to come this year?

  Prophecy, Signs, Wonders, and the 2017 Eclipse:

Table of Contents

Events, Prophecy, and History. 2

Eclipse History: 1918. 3

NASA Goddard – Visualizing the 2017 All-American Eclipse. 4

Casper Wyoming Eclipse 2017. 4

Timeline Eclipse Casper Wy. 4

Wyoming Eclipse Interactive Map. 5

Casper Eclipse 1918 details: 5

Seven important safety tips for major events like the Eclipse of 2017. 6

Scriptures: Great Signs, Fearful sights. 7

Luk 21:11. 7

Luk 21:25. 7

Act 2:19-22. 7

Human Events and Signs in the heavens. 7

Luk 21:34-36. 8

Joe 2:10. 9

Isa 13:10. 9

Resources: 9

  “The people who I’ve talked to who have seen a total eclipse say it’s a lot more than just interesting, “It’s a phenomena. The animals react to it; the temperature drops 15 to 20 degrees. It gets as dark as night,” Dr. Spencer Buckner, an associate professor of physics and astronomy at Austin Peay

Events, Prophecy, and History

Act 2:19-22

(19)  And I will shew wonders in heaven above, and signs in the earth beneath; blood, and fire, and vapour of smoke:

(20)  The sun shall be turned into darkness, and the moon into blood, before that great and notable day of the Lord come

This year’s Eclipse falls on the eve of the New moon, Elul, which will begin on the evening of the 22nd.  Scripture is full of prophecy regarding wonders in heaven, signs in the earth, sun turning to darkness, and the moon turning to blood. Along with the event being a major one this year, it is not unusual to see natural events in human history tied to such things.  The question is this. Will this year’s Eclipse that will cross the United States from the west coast to the east be a harbinger of prophetic human events that will occur in the earth?  There is no doubt; the last major full eclipse of the sun that went from the West coast to the east happened just less than 100 years ago and great events occurred on that date!

  Continue in post to view NASA Goddard short video on visualizing the 2017 all American eclipse, also to view the interactive map showing Wyoming and where to view 2017 eclipse.

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Eclipse 2017 Countdown

One thing of note, April 11th signals the Pink Moon and another item of note that shows signs and wonders do appear in the heavens on a regular basis. But the events of such things are not to just be ignored, especially if they have historic connections and biblical foundations closely related to them.

April’s Full Moon, Full Pink Moon, heralds the appearance of the moss pink, or wild ground phlox-one of the first spring flowers. It is also known as the Sprouting Grass Moon, the Egg Moon, and the Fish Moon. See all Full Moon names and their meanings. Farmer’s Almanac

  Eclipse History: 1918

The last time an eclipse of this magnitude was in full ‘umbra’ and passed from the west to the east coast was some 99 years ago. During that year Louis Armstrong married Daisy Parker, the Great War in Europe was winding down and a pandemic of epic proportions hit the world. We know of that pandemic as the Spanish flu. It killed some 40 million in a matter of months. That year, as well, Manfred Albrecht Freiherr von Richthofen, the famed Red Baron of Germany was shot down and killed, Nelson Mandela was born that year on July 18, and the Boston Red Sox defeated the Chicago cubs to take the 1918 world series.

Today, just one year short of the century mark another famed eclipse will occur. Here in Wyoming the high plains and the open skies make for one of the best views on the planet for watching this year’s famed full eclipse on August 21st, 2017.  Now it was just a while back in 1979 that a total solar eclipse occurred, but such an eclipse as this one which passed literally from one coast to the other was in 1918.

A total solar eclipse occurred on June 8, 1918. The eclipse was observed by a U.S. Naval Observatory team at Baker City in Oregon.  Wikipedia: Solar Eclipse of 1918

You can view the 1918  track of the eclipse as it went across the United States on the NASA Eclipse Website [see link]. To view the 2018 eclipse there is a wide swathe where the “dark shadow of the moon will pass. The Umbra or shadow will begin its journey far ‘Out in the North Pacific Ocean’ which will be almost 1,000 miles south of Alaskan Aleutian Islands.  It will travel across the USA from coast to coast, a distance of “2,500” miles in just over One hour and a half. The length of the eclipse when the sun will appear completely covered will be 160 second. You can find 25 important facts on the eclipse here.

NASA Goddard – Visualizing the 2017 All-American Eclipse

Casper Wyoming Eclipse 2017

Casper Wyoming is one of twelve smaller cities in the USA which will have a well-placed shot of this historic event. The Eclipse will move across Wyoming beginning at 11:34 am MDT on August 21st, 2017 and will take just 15 minutes to cross this great state of the west. 

Timeline Eclipse Casper Wy

Aug. 21st 2017 Casper Wyoming timeline:

10:22 the moon touches the sun’s edge. Use your glasses or another filter to safely experience First Contact.

10:23-11:41 over the course of these 80 minutes, the moon appears to take an ever-growing bite from the sun as it becomes a shrinking sliver. Beads of light will shine through in certain places and disappear from others. Temperatures cool, and the sky gradually darkens from deep blue to twilight to black.

11:42 the eclipse approaches totality. As the last bit of the sun’s sliver shrinks away, the corona appears, and the Baily’s bead effect begins. Beads of light dance around the sun then fade away as the final bead brightens and expands into the highly-anticipated diamond ring effect.

11:43 the eclipse reaches totality. Remove your glasses for the next magical 2 minutes and 26 seconds. Catch an inimitable look within the universe as the eclipse creates a revealing hole cut into the sky. If you can pull your eyes away from this spectacle, notice the orange horizon that surrounds you. Most of all, appreciate this incredible but evanescent phenomenon.

11:45 totality ends. Put your glasses back on to see the moon’s journey back across the sun.

1:09 the moon is completely out of the sun’s shadow and the remnants of the total eclipse flame out as quickly as they flew in.

Wyoming Eclipse Interactive Map

Casper Eclipse 1918 details:

In the Casper, Wyoming area the eclipse in its totality will be 146 seconds long. Festivities and activities will lead up to the eclipse.  Two major events, the 2017 ASTROCON will be held at the Parkway Plaza Hotel and the Casper Eclipse festival with events listed all over the area.  In Casper where there are only about 50,000 residents, the police are gearing up for the crowds which are estimated to range from 20,000-50,000 thousand people.

“The biggest concern is the influx of people, 50,000 in Natrona County and they’re predicting maybe up to a half-a-million or 500,000 for the state of Wyoming. We have very limited law enforcement, fire, medical resources and to deal with the influx of people from literally from all over the world that will be coming across the state.” – Stu Anderson, Natrona County Emergency Management.

The event also will be big around the viewing area crossing Wyoming. This is true for the National Guard camp at Gurnsey Wyoming. It is here that Students and scientists will be gathered for the event, with one group with the NASA sponsored program “Colorado Space Grant Consortium” who will work to launch a balloon and payload that will capture images and video of the event.

“It’s right in the path of totality,” he explained. “The eclipse runs right through this location. It’s nice open space, and great to do a balloon launch and great for the number of people who will want to come see an eclipse. Our goal is to be able to use this footage to show the public what it looks like.” Chris Koehler of CSGC

The only Customs and Border immigration officer for Wyoming, Dale Leatham has said that he has had calls from South Africa, Bahamas, Indonesia, Saudi Arabia, and from 14 other countries as well. All are interested in coming to Casper Wyoming to view the 2017 eclipse.  Because Casper has an international airport, direct flights to this city are available. This makes the city a hub for such international travelers who follow such events.

Here the people and businesses have been gearing up for the crowds expected. The motels and hotels in the area are booked, with some estimates saying a few are left. But the truth is those who follow these events booked a long time ago. There are homes that are renting out rooms, camping sites available, and maybe a few places to park your RV at Walmart or Sam’s; if you are lucky enough. There is no doubt that this will be one hard week to get around in the Casper area. Also of concern is safety, for with such events and crowds there are those who come along for the ride to steal or pilfer what they can. In addition, these events can bring the threat of terrorism.

Seven important safety tips for major events like the Eclipse of 2017

Viewing: Be sure to get Eclipse glasses before trying to watch the eclipse

Resources: If coming to our area, call one of the available resources below to help you

Preparedness: It is cold in Wyoming in the spring, fall, and winter, so be prepared. It is also Hot in the summer.

Security: Be on guard when coming to such events and know to be aware of your surroundings.

Safety: Try to travel or be in a group of those you know. If traveling alone be careful. It is always safer to travel in a pair at least

Stores: Be sure to bring with you extra blankets, coats, food, water, first aid; just in case.

Contacts: Be sure you leave with your friends and loved ones with your contact information and where you will be at all times, in case of emergency.

  Scriptures: Great Signs, Fearful sights

Luk 21:11

(11)  And great earthquakes shall be in divers places, and famines, and pestilences; and fearful sights and great signs shall there be from heaven.

  Luk 21:25

(25)  And there shall be signs in the sun, and in the moon, and in the stars; and upon the earth distress of nations, with perplexity; the sea and the waves roaring;

  Act 2:19-22

(19)  And I will shew wonders in heaven above, and signs in the earth beneath; blood, and fire, and vapour of smoke:

(20)  The sun shall be turned into darkness, and the moon into blood, before that great and notable day of the Lord come:

(21)  And it shall come to pass, that whosoever shall call on the name of the Lord shall be saved.

(22)  Ye men of Israel, hear these words; Jesus of Nazareth, a man approved of God among you by miracles and wonders and signs, which God did by him in the midst of you, as ye yourselves also know:

  Human Events and Signs in the heavens

  These are the days when we shall see signs in the heavens and in the earth. As we progress towards the very end of the end of days we shall see more. These signs point to the very prophecies coming true and those things which are written in the book. The last major signs we had were the double blood moons during 2014 and 2015 which occurred those years on the spring and fall feasts of the LORD.  It also was a foretelling of major events to come. Those events were the major persecution and death of Christians and others as ISIS moved through Syria into Iraq and elsewhere. To date 2014 signaled the change in many things prophetically. Most important of those was the change in persecution of Christians. More blood has been shed since that time than in recent memory. Many believe that the Christians killed, imprisoned, and left homeless is greater than at any time in history. When we speak of the double blood moons occurring during the feasts in the spring and fall of the aforementioned two year time span, it is definitely connected to human events. In short, we find that the Lord gives us signs in the heavens during the great events change in the earth.

Today, this eclipse is the first such to move from coast to coast since 1918. It was in 1918 that we had major events occurring. Of such the Great War was winding down and the Spanish flu epidemic occurred. Both of those events are connected with millions of death’s in the earth.  This year is the year of Jubilee for Israel. In addition the USA faces Russia, China, and North Korea as those who threaten the US over its policing of the world. The recent strikes in Syria by the Trump administration have pushed the status of major conflict to the forefront. In addition continued chaos and demonstrations in the US cities are ongoing. Terrorism has not gone away and with the recent terror strikes in the UK and in Sweden, it is clear; lawlessness is in full gear today.

The eclipse is a prophetic sign of the end of days, as it meets the criteria for signs in the heavens above. It also is connected with the signs of the sun and the moon. All of these are mentioned in scripture and when we see these signs it signals the end of days, time of the end, and the coming great Day of Judgment in the earth. Now while many of these events are some time off, it is also clear from this that it could indeed signal a great change in the earth along with some great event or catastrophe or even world war that is close on the horizon. With this being the year of Jubilee for Israel, it could definitely signal some change for Israel and those closely connected to Israel, like America [since we have this close viewing of the eclipse, the first such in almost 100 years].  In Israel there have been major signals of war this year and if so; it is being warned that it could mean lots of deaths. But, this could just be a sign in the heavens and not have such catastrophic event follow it.  But the fact that we have such things follow these events, we need to be prepared.

Luk 21:34-36

(34)  And take heed to yourselves, lest at any time your hearts be overcharged with surfeiting, and drunkenness, and cares of this life, and so that day come upon you unawares.

(35)  For as a snare shall it come on all them that dwell on the face of the whole earth.

(36)  Watch ye therefore, and pray always, that ye may be accounted worthy to escape all these things that shall come to pass, and to stand before the Son of man.

Scientists and others follow such events all the time and many do not see biblical prophecy connected to them. In addition, the connection of such events to human events is seen a mere coincidence. Now while eclipses happen regularly and nothing of extra-ordinary occurs, when something comes along that is a hundred year event; we sit up and take note. While this is a 99 year event, that is close enough. We look and watch, observing both the event, scripture, and those things occurring in the earth. All three this time agree that we are in perilous times and prophecy is warning us about all this and what we should be doing to prepare ourselves and our families. Therefore, take care; my friends. Watch and pray that you would be counted worthy to escape all these things that will come to pass and to stand before the Son of man!

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The Watchman Dana G Smith of the WIBR/WARN Radio Christian Ministries

In short, there are detrimental prophecies that will come to pass. There will be judgment in the earth and the Lord God is shaking all things. All things will be fulfilled that are written in the book. 

What it does signal for mankind is that there is a God in the heavens who directs all this. It is time to take these signs as a warning. Therefore, take time to seek the LORD and repent before him and follow him.

  Shalom,

The Watchman Dana G Smith

Joe 2:10

(10)  The earth shall quake before them; the heavens shall tremble: the sun and the moon shall be dark, and the stars shall withdraw their shining:

  Isa 13:10

(10)  For the stars of heaven and the constellations thereof shall not give their light: the sun shall be darkened in his going forth, and the moon shall not cause her light to shine.

Prophecy, Signs, Wonders, and the 2017 Eclipse

Resources:

Ø  Prayer and the bible, along with your personal relationship with our God and Father through Jesus Christ our Lord. [John chapters 1, 3; Romans chapters 3-6; Revelation 12:11, chapters 21-22]

Ø  Natrona County Emergency management, http://www.natrona.net/122/Emergency-Management-Administration

Ø  Natrona County Wyoming Eclipse information, http://www.natronacounty-wy.gov/737/Wyoming-Eclipse

Ø  2017 ASTROCON Casper Wyoming website, https://astrocon2017.astroleague.org/

Ø  Wyoming Eclipse Festival 2017, http://eclipsecasper.com/eclipse/#glasses

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Matt Wallace’s journey to the Masters is a modern-day fairy tale

Ten years ago, Wallace entered the

in & # 39; I never thought I would be good enough to play there & # 39 ;: Matt Wallace & # 39; s journey to the Masters is a contemporary fairy tale

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Published: 22:18 BST, April 6, 2019 | [bewerken] [voeg lijst toe] Ten years ago Matt Wallace was so enthusiastically watching the Masters at home with his

& # 39; It was for me "Clearly I would never be good enough to be there as a player and I was just desperate to see it," said Wallace. & # 39; I have not been pulled out of the mood and I remember that I was so disappointed. I thought, "That's it, I'll never see Augusta."

Imagine the emotion, that's why 28-year-old Magnolia Lane and his father are driving for his Masters debut this week because he had hopelessly proven his teenage self to be wrong. Now ranked as 36th in the world, he is more than good enough.

<img id = "i-885c065af0cb85ae" src = "https://dailym.ai/2G5ez1D -0-image-a-1_1554582195852.jpg "height =" 390 "width =" 634 "alt =" Matt Wallace of England was ranked more than three years ago as 1,173rd in the world

Matt Wallace of England was ranked slightly more than three years ago as 1,173 in the world

However, at the age of 18, Wallace had good reasons to think he would never be part of the group. & # 39; I could have chips and I was a good putter, but so was it, & # 39; he said. & # 39; There were thousands of golfers better than I.

His manager Chubby Chandler, who took care of Rory McIlroy early in his career and played his role in, among others, Lee Westwood, Darren Clarke and Louis Oosthuizen become world stars, thinks Wallace is perhaps the most driven of them all.

& # 39; His desire for improvement and his ambition to succeed is pretty much & # 39 ;, he said. & # 39; When you consider how far he has come in such a short time, it is exciting to think where he can end up. & # 39;

As proof of that surprising progress, let's go back a little more than three years to the end of 2015, when Wallace was ranked 1,113th in the world. When he was 25, the chance that he reached the top had become steep.

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Now 28 years old and ranked 36th in the

The Easy Option would have been to play the development tours in the UK, where you can drive to any tournament, I chose the Morocco-based Alps Tour. & # 39; I have to learn what a wave is, but I went there because I wanted to learn travels, & he said, & # 39; I played in tournaments where English was hardly spoken and I learned & # 39; br & speak in different languages. It makes you stronger. & # 39;

In 2016, Wallace won six times on the Alps Tour, including five consecutive events.

Last year I added three more wins, including one in the last Ryder Cup qualifying tournament in Denmark under the nose of the captain, Thomas Bjorn. How controversial, he was not picked but Wallace has the right attitude about that.

& # 39; I use it as if I've used all the disappointments in my career – as a motivational tool to get better, & he said. & # 39; I have no problem choosing who Thomas chose, how could you, considering how they played?

& # 39; But when the last putt came in, I was on the training ground.

Wallace heads for Augusta, who has sampled the American tour life for the first time. In his first regular PGA Tour, he started at the Honda Classic in Florida last month and finished 20th. In the second I had the chance to win the Arnold Palmer Invitational, but the last two holes bogeyed to reach the sixth.

& # 39; I just like it, & # 39; he said. & # 39; You get better by competing with the best and I feel comfortable playing next to them. I played with Vijay Singh when he shot 65 in the third round on Honda and I said to him: "Mate, you still have it". He invited me to practice with him in Augusta and that can't be bad. "

The boy who sat on the couch ten years ago would have trouble believing the man that he had become a journey to the Masters that reads like a contemporary fairy tale.

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Ramblings: McDavid Dragging Anchors, Karlsson, Wheeler, Pirri, & What’s Up With Ghost? (Jan. 9)

  A nice slate of games tonight so we won't waste any time getting into the action. 

  The Caps and Flyers squared off on Tuesday evening in a battle of teams on the opposite ends of the division. Despite Nicklas Backstrom being sidelined with a bug, the results were as you'd expect. 

  Jakub Vrana potted two goals, an assist and four shots on goal in just 14:20 of ice. The difference was that with Backstrom out he got to take a turn on the team's top power-play unit. His 3:10 on PPTOI represented 55 percent of the team's man-advantage ice. That's a season-high for the 22-year-old. He also set a career-high in goals with his 14th of the season. Vrana has witnessed his point-per-game output increase in each of his three campaigns and is on pace to break 40-points in 2018-19. 

  He's a player that's always had a great deal of skill. It's just a matter of receiving sustained prime ice. 

  Jakub Voracek scored a goal and added an assist in the loss. He has four points in his last four games. Perhaps we're seeing him warm up a tad? His current 65-point pace is a letdown for those who drafted him on the heels of an 85-point 2017-18. 

  Phoenix Copley stopped 37 of 40 in the 5-3 win. 

  **

Speaking of the Flyers, where have all the Shayne Gostisbehere points gone? After no points on Tuesday, he's on pace for just 32 this year. The 25-year-old led all blueliners in power-play points a season ago with 33. This year, he has eight through 43 contests. Ghost has just one power-play point (an assist on January 3rd) in the last 23 games. This, despite averaging over three minutes of power-play ice each night.

  It boggles the mind.

  As a team, the Flyers have witnessed their man-advantage conversion rate dip from the middle of the pack at 20.7 percent in 2017-18, to a basement-level 13.1 percent this season. That’s clearly contributing to the issue. However, the difference between a player like Claude Giroux – who is also feeling the power play crunch, and Gostisbehere, is that Giroux has improved his even-strength production.

  In 82 games a season ago, Giroux produced 65 EVP or 0.76 even-strength points-per-game. In 2018-19, he’s already racked up 35 EVP in 42 games, or 0.83 even-strength points-per-game. Meanwhile, Gostisbehere produced 32 EVP in 78 games in 2017-18 (0.41) but is producing at nearly half that rate (0.21) in 43 games this season.

  Yes, his metrics are below his career average, but not demonstrably so.  

  The good news? Gostisbehere has 40 shots on the power-play this season. That total leads the Flyers by a good margin and sits tied with Roman Josi for tops amongst blueliners in the NHL. He scored seven power-play markers on 86 PPSOG last season – or an 8.14 conversion rate. That would lead us to believe his five percent mark on the PP this season is due for a market correction. However, he clicked at just 3.18 percent in 2016-17.

  At this point, any hopes of a second-half turnaround are likely built on just that – hope. He’s proven to be an elite producer in two of his four season-long career. Here’s hoping he wakes up soon.

  **

Tuukka Rask and the Bruins shutout the Wild 4-0 in one of the early affairs. Rask has now won four straight while allowing just five goals. Jaroslav Halak has done a fine job of threatening (and stealing) the starting gig in Beantown but Rask is heating up just as the Bruins had hoped for. Halak owners can hold on for a bit longer, but the shine is likely running out on his star. 

  Patrice Bergeron and Brad Marchand each had a goal and two helpers while David Pastrnak had a rare night off the scoreboard. I can't harp on it every week, but what Patrice Bergeron is doing at 33 years old is something. He's missed time with an injury (as we expected) but the team's captain is clicking at 115-point pace through 27 games played. All the while shutting down opponents and seeing two minutes of shorthanded time a night. 

  He's a first ballot Hall of Famer in my books. 

  **

Dallas beat the Blues 3-1 on the back of Tyler Seguin and his two goals and an assist. Make it six goals and 10 points for Seguin in the six games since his team's CEO called him many, many insulting expletives. It appears a fire has been lit. Maybe not so much for the captain, Jamie Benn though. The 29-year-old power forward has just two goals over that span. He's on pace for his lowest statistical output since his rookie season. 

  Ben Bishop continues his strong year. He stopped 23 of 24 to up his save percentage to 0.922 on the year. That's good for a top-10 spot amongst regulars. Dallas will need him to be at his best if they hope to scratch and claw their way to a playoff birth. 

  John Klingberg helped out with a goal and an assist. That's six points in his last five games. It took four or five contests after returning from injury to get warmed up, but the 26-year-old Swede looks nice and toasty now. 

  **

Another loss for St. Louis and another pointless night for Vladimir Tarasenko. He's also on pace for his lowest output since his rookie season. However, let's not forget the shoulder injury that robbed him of his off-season training. With the Blues looking like an oil tanker down the stretch, it'll be difficult for him to put together a real second-half. However, there's little reason to believe we've seen the last of the dominating Russian's skill. 

  He'll be a great buy-low option for 2019-20.

  **

In a match-up that I had circled for tonight, the Avs and Jets did not disappoint. 

  It was Colorado that came out gunning. They peppered the Jets and had them hemmed in their own zone for much of the first period. But it was Winnipeg who ended the frame up 2-1. The goals just kept on coming in the back 40 as the Jets ended the night with a 7-4 victory. 

  Blake Wheeler led the way with a shorthanded tally and three assists. That gives him 48 helpers on the season, trailing only Nikita Kucherov. There's been some concerning talk regarding the 32-year-old's mediocre five-on-five production, but he remains an animal on the man-advantage. Tonight, he was a force all over the rink.

  **

Nate MacKinnon (0+2), Tyson Barrie (0+2), Gabe Landeskog (2+0), and Mikko Rantanen (0+1) were all buzzing on Tuesday. Who am I kidding, that group is buzzing every night. Unfortunately for the Avs, the rest of the squad isn't. Colorado has now lost 11 of their last 14 games. 

  **

The Panthers got pumped 5-1 by the Penguins on Tuesday. Apparently head coach, Bob Boughner didn't enjoy what he saw from some of his star players. He sat down Keith Yandle, Jonathan Huberdeau and Mike Hoffman for the entire third period. Message sent. 

Roberto Luongo's tough season continues. He let in four goals on 16 shots before getting the hook. A sub-.900 39-year-old is not ideal for anyone. 

  **

Jake Guentzel continues to roll out on the top power-play unit ahead of Patric Hornqvist. The 24-year-old has five points on a current four-game streak and is on pace to break his career-highs set last season in a few short weeks. I've been a proponent of Guentzel's since he stepped foot in the American League. It was all about him seeing prime ice, and he's seeing it now. 

  Get him if you can. 

  **

Casual 1+1 for Sidney Crosby tonight. The Penguins' captain has been on quite the roll of late. He has 21 points in his last 13 games and is on pace for his best season since the concussion-shortened 2012-13 campaign where he recorded 56 points in 36 games. 

  31-year-old Sid is feeling it. 

  **

With a goal and an assist in Tampa Bay's shutout victory over Columbus, Nikita Kucherov is up to 71 points in 43 games. I don't even know where to begin.

  We haven't seen a player click along at this pace since Jaromir Jagr posted 70 in 38 back in 1999-00. If the talented Russian maintains his pace he'll finish the season with 135 points. We haven't had a player break 130 since the mid-90's when Lemieux and Jagr were running roughshod. 

  Kuch is right there with Connor McDavid as the best fantasy asset in the world. 

  **

Here was the lineup for the Oilers tonight.

    I can’t help but feel we’re being robbed here. Once upon a time, we witnessed Crosby’s prime years go up in smoke. That was the result of some nasty concussions and difficult to lay blame upon. What we're witnessing in Edmonton right now is a thoroughbred horse attempt to drag around two ship anchors. It’s the complete opposite of cool beans. 

  And there's a clear figure to point our fingers at. 

  The only hope (I know, more hope) is that Chiarelli is gone before long and whoever comes in has the ability to right the ship quickly. Because if they can’t, we’ll be looking back on Connor McDavid’s prime years and wondering what could have been if he were surrounded by legitimate NHL talent.

  **

McDavid did his part as usual on Tuesday. He set up Alex Chiasson for a power play tally and was creating with his feet and hands on most shifts. And as per usual, it wasn't enough as the Sharks blew out the Oilers 7-2.

  After a shutout on Sunday, Talbot was yanked after allowing four goals on 17 shots. Not exactly a momentum builder. Fortunately, Mikko Koskinen didn't fare much better.  

  **

On the brighter side of things, Erik Karlsson kept his mojo nice and warm in sunny California. 

  {source}<blockquote class="twitter-tweet" data-lang="en"><p lang="en" dir="ltr">Erik Karlsson is just the 5th blueliner in NHL history to post at least one assist in 14+ straight appearances. <br><br>The others: Paul Coffey (17 GP in 1985-86), Brian Leetch (15 GP in 1991-92), Phil Housley (14 GP in 1992-93) and Bobby Orr (14 GP in 1970-71). <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/NHLStats?src=hash&ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">#NHLStats</a> <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/EDMvsSJS?src=hash&ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">#EDMvsSJS</a> <a href="https://t.co/wSqyk8nJlT">pic.twitter.com/wSqyk8nJlT</a></p>— NHL Public Relations (@PR_NHL) <a href="https://twitter.com/PR_NHL/status/1082847477236158464?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">January 9, 2019</a></blockquote> <script async src="https://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js" charset="utf-8"></script>{/source}

  With three assists in the contest, Karlsson now has 25 points on a ridiculous 14-game streak. He's up to 41 points in 43 contests.

  He's all the way back now. 

  **

Brent Burns tacked on a goal and an assist himself. That brings him to 49 points in 45 games to lead all blueliners in points, and assists (41). His 17 primary assists at even-strength are nearly double his next closest competitors – EK and Carlson, who each have nine. 

  Evander Kane had two goals and an assist. That extended his streak to six-games and 10 points. 

  **

Brandon Pirri was back up with the Golden Knights against the Rangers on Tuesday. The 27-year-old was skating next to Paul Stastny and Alex Tuch on the team's second line and skating on one of the evenly-distributed power play units. This move was facilitated by a Reilly Smith injury and an elevation of Max Pacioretty to line one.

  In a surprise to literally no one, Pirri found the back of the net yet again. Seven goals and 10 points in eight games for Vegas this year. There's no reason this guy should be anywhere near the real-life waiver wire, let alone the fantasy wire. Pick him up, people, the stream is calling. 

  Marc-Andre Fleury made 27 stops in the 4-2 victory. He's been the low-key fantasy pick of the year. The 33-year-old is running away with the wins and shutouts lead and he does it all with a smile on his face.

  He's an easy guy to root for. 

  **

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The Really Big 2018 Cruisin’ the Coast Wrap Up Photo Gallery

Here we are back at Cruisin’ the Coast 2018—Hot rods, muscle cars, restored cars, Tri-fives, heck we even spotted some cool “furrin” cars like a couple Austin Healey 3000s, early MGs, and a group of early Porsches passed by not long ago. It’s a car lover’s paradise. Everything seems to be happening everywhere including the Street Rodder staff rounding up the 10 hot rods for the Painless Performance Products Top 100! It truly is a giant beach party on wheels.

If you don’t have time to drive down next year, fly down and treat yourself to a new hot rod from one of Car Corrals filled with cars for sale or if you prefer to buy in air conditioned comfort go to the big Vicari Auction and pick one out. You say you don’t have the cash for a new hot rod? Well, ease into one of the several casinos in town and win big then go buy a car. We suggest you consider this option a long shot but while you are in casinos you will be pleased to hear the groups like the Beach Boys, Four Tops, Styx, and more are performing along with the gambling, dining, and good times.

The Mississippi weather continues to please with sunshine and a continued soft breeze off the Gulf keeps things pleasant and the forecast is good for the remainder of the event.

We have awarded our 10 Top 100 decals to deserving cars to complete the first 10 selected for the 2019 version of the prestigious Painless Performance Products Top 100 awards. Once again we want to thank our good friends at Painless Performance Products for all their support in this, and other programs.

We also want to thank some people. First the over 1000 volunteers in those yellow T-shirts for making this event run smoothly. Your work and pleasant demeanor does not go unnoticed so thank you for your hard work and pleasant ways. We also want to thank all of the residents of the area including the following cruise locations, Diamondhead, Bay St. Louis, Pass Christian, Long Beach, Gulfport, Edgewater Mall, Biloxi, the town of Biloxi, D’lberville, Ocean Springs, Gautier, Pascagoula, and Moss Point. Thanks for sharing your beautiful area; hopefully we left it as we found it.

So that wraps our online coverage of Cruisin’ the Coast for 2018, we will be taking the remainder of the weekend off, hangin’ out enjoying some great seafood.

For those of you who managed to put it off again, you missed another great Cruisin’ the Coast. But all is not lost, the count-down to the 23rd running of Cruisin’ the Coast begins this Monday and that event will be held through October 6-13, 2019. You can get all the information required online at crusinthecoast.com, we look forward to seeing you there.

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