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quintinh43 · 22 days

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Throwing away their piles of tissues when they have a cold.

With Nico hischier!!

Thank you for requesting 🥰 I know yall probably wanted to see nico taking care of reader, but as yall know I'm a slut for reader taking care of the boys and this just felt so perfect.

Nico was arguably the most stubborn mother fucker you had ever have the pleasure of meeting in your entire damn life. He was strong and kind and loving. He prioratized everyone before himself. Whether it be you, his family, his team, or a random fucking stranger on the street.

Which is how he ended up with the fucking plague. (It wasn't the plague, but your dramatics tended to get the better of you when you were mad at your boyfriend.)

"Nico Hischier, get your ass back in bed before I douse you with chloroform," you threatened, pushing his chest firmly back towards the bedroom.

"I'm fine, schatz-" he was cut off by a coughing fit that had him doubling over. Your demeanor did a complete 180° as you stood beside him, rubbing his back soothingly and muttering sweet words.

"Seriously nico, my love," you say, cupping his face between both hands after his coughing fit had passed, "you need rest,"

"But the team-"

"The team will be fine. They are in good hands. Plus, the faster you rest up, the faster you can get back to it." You say, stroking your thumbs over his cheekbones. He's burning up, and it makes your heart pang in your chest.

"But Schatz i- "

"Nico, please." You beg with a sigh, "if not for your sake, then for mine, so I'm not worried about you?"

Nico concedes with a sigh, walking back to the bedroom, "Let it be known this is to ease your worries and, not because I am sick,"

You roll your eyes fondly, tucking him into bed, "Of course, my love. Thank you for resting, for me" you plant a tender kiss on his forehead.

"Schatz! Dont kiss me, what if you my germs?" He says hoarsely, trying to fight off another coughing fit.

You cross your arms, staring down at him smugly, "I thought you weren't sick?" You tease.

He pales, realizing his admission. He opens his mouth to try and form an excuse but breaks out coughing again. You shake your head and brush his head back from his forehead. "I'm going to get you some cough medicine."

Nico tried to protest, but he's too busy hacking his lungs out. You wince and hurry to the kitchen, scrambling through the medicine cabinet for the cough syrup. You grab a bottle of water and Gatorade and go back to the bedroom, where, thankfully, Nico's coughing fit is over.

Setting everything on the night stand you pour the cough syrup into the spoon and feed it to him gently.

"Egh," he sticks out his tongue in disgust. You can't help but giggle.

"I'm gonna make some fresh ginger tea and some soup, and you'll be right as rain in no time, ok honey?" You say smoothing the crease between his eyebrows.

Nico has given up the tough guy act. He nuzzels his head against your hand, and you place another kiss on his forehead, much to his disdain. "Do you want me to turn on a movie?"

Nico shakes his head, "I just want you," he says tugging on your arm.

"I know, honey, I know," you coo, "As soon as I'm done making you soup, ok?"

"Ok, don't take too long," he flashes his infamous puppy dog eyes, and you're practically melting at the seams. "Keep drinking lots of liquids, ok?"

He nods, "And I'm right in the kitchen, so just shout if you need anything,"

He nods again, and you press one last kiss to his forehead before turning on 101 Dalmatians for him on the TV.

The soup doesn't take long. It's your mom's famous chicken noodle soup recipe. You ladle the soup into a bowl and grind fresh ginger, turmeric, cinnamon, and honey into a paste and fill the rest of the cup with hot water.

Nico looks worse than before. His skin is pale and clammy, There's a pile of tissues on the nightstand. His nose looks red and irritated, and he's sniffling consistently. He has the duvet pulled all the way up to his chin, and it's tucked around his shoulders to keep the cold out. Your poor Nico.

You set the soup on the nightstand, along with the tea, and gather his pile of tissues to throw them out. "Come on, Nico, sit up for me," you nudge gently.

"Can't Schatz," he murmurs "too cold,"

You pad to the closet with a sigh and pull out one of Nicos fleece hoodies. "Put this on, baby." You say handing it to him. He reluctantly removes himself from his blanket cocoon and pulls the hoodie over his head. He takes the bowl of soup gratefully, and you slip under the blankets beside him, curling against his side.

"Thank you, my love," he murmurs, pressing a kiss against your forehead.

You wrinkle your nose, "Ew, I don't want your germs Neeks!" You squeak, dramatically rubbing his kiss off your forehead.

He chuckles and then coughs. After he finishes his soup and complains the entire time he drinks the tea, the two of you fall asleep curled into one another. And if a week a later Nico is the one spoon feeding you medicine, and disposing of your snotty tissues well...

That's what love is.

#guess who's still not doing her assignment 🤪#feeling silly goofy #its due in an hour!#and instead here i am!#nico hischier #nico hischer x reader #nh13 #nhl imagines #nhl blurb #nico hischer blurb #nico hischer imagine #hes so precious

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moon4nge1 · 10 months

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Haikyuu!! Imagine

Pairings! Atsumu, Osamu, Suna, Oikawa, and Kuroo x f!reader (implied)

Prompt!

⤻ “don’t you know who I am?” He asked, his eyes narrowed at you. You nodded your head, “of course I know who you are. I just don’t care.”

✧ ☽ ✧

Atsumu Miya

His eyes widen in shock, surprised at your response. “What do ya mean ‘ya don’t care’?” He questioned you back, putting up air quotes after repeating your words. You only shrug your shoulders, “I mean I think your popularity is overrated. Like you play volleyball plus you are good looking-“ he cuts you off. “Hmm so you also think I’m good looking?” He teases, leaning towards you. You rolled your eyes at him, pushing his head away, “if you would’ve let me finish, I was going to say, ‘to others, but to me you’re like an average guy.” He can only grin, not seeming to acknowledge your words. “Nah ya think im pretty.” He smiles wide, wrapping an arm around you, much to your protests. “Ahhh it’s alright, everyone joins the ‘Tsumu club at one point”

Osamu Miya

He looks surprised for a spilt second before it disappears. “Hmm you don’t have to lie. It just makes you seem more desperate.” He muttered out, about to turn on his heel and leave. Your eyebrows scrunched together at his words. “Excuse me? I’m sorry but not everyone is your little fan girl Miya.” You exclaimed, your arms crossed against your chest as anger builds within you. He lets out a sigh, “ya right that was a little rude of me, sorry. But seriously I’m not falling for the whole ‘im not an admirer’ thing. It gets old” he groaned, his hand coming up to rub at his face. You can feel a little sympathy for the younger twin in front of you grow, “geez, I’m actually starting to feel bad for you. It happens that much for you to accuse everyone for it?” Your tone was soft, and didn’t hold any previous anger. He looked at you suspiciously, he couldn’t tell if you were being honest with him right now. You shrugged your shoulders, “well consider me not a fan, seriously. I mean you’re very talented, but I’m not going crazy over it like your fans.” You snort, finding it ridiculous how one can go crazy over this boy. He rolled his eyes, “I guess we can be friends.” He stated out of nowhere, catching you off guard. “W-what?” You almost chocked on your saliva. He grins, walking away. “See ya later y/n” he waves to you in the air. You’re left standing dumbfounded in the middle of the hallway as Osamu turns the corner. “Wait how do you know my name?!” You call after him, but didnt get a reply back as he was already across campus.

Rintarō Suna

“Really?” He questioned, suspiciously eyeing you. You nod your head again, “I don’t know what they see in you honestly. Don’t get me wrong, you’re amazing at volleyball, but outside of it you’re just so normal.” You shrugged you shoulders. He let out a hum, nodding his head. “Well most of the girls are really after the Miya’s” he shrugged, “I can’t tell you how many times a girl has came up to me just for the twins” he grumbled out, annoyed at how many interruptions he gets a day. You let out a low whistle, “well if it helps any better, I’d very much rather pick you over the twins any day” you stated before quickly adding, “still not going to be fan though!” He let’s out snort, nodding his head. “Alright, whatever you say.” He grabs his phone, and a sudden panic fills you. “Wait I’m being for real! Ugh I was just trying to, I guess, cheer you up?” You rushed out, but it sounded more as a question than you clearing the air. He can only grin and pretend to scroll on his phone, amused at how you’re trying to defend yourself.

Tōru Oikawa

He gasped dramatically, his hand placed over his heart. “No way, there’s no way that you’re not whipped for me.” He states matter-of-factly, only making you cringe a little. “Ugh seriously do you always act like this?” You question eyeing him weirdly. He drops the act, letting out a sigh. “Yeah that was a little over the top” he gives you a cheeky smile, before leaning towards you a bit. “Hmm are you sure you’re not whipped for me though?” He raised an eyebrow, a small smirk on his lips. You take a step back surprised, “are you trying to seduce me!?” You accuse, and he immediately stands straight. “N-no I was just.. gosh no why would you think like that” he groans out, his arms outstretched in front of him. You try to hold in your laughter, but fail. “I didn’t expect you to fall for that” you said between laughs. Oikawa has a pout upon his lips as he watches you try to compose yourself. “You’re not funny. That was not funny.” He grumbled, crossing his arms. You wipe away fake tears as you slowly nod your head, “it was little funny.” You guys bickered back and forth, and he couldn’t help but to enjoy having a nice interaction with someone outside his team.

Tetsurō Kuroo

He smirks, “sure doll, whatever helps you sleep at night.” You let out a huff of air, “see this is exactly why I don’t understand how girls fawn over you.” Rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms. “Like seriously, the cocky-ness is just too much” he shrugged his shoulders, “it’s not everyone’s cup of tea,” he eyed you. “But hey maybe I can change that” he flirtatiously said, which only earned him a scoff in return. “Yeah, hard pass. I’d much rather stick with being a watcher than a fan.” You stated. He quirked an eyebrow, “if you watch me doesn’t that make you fan?” Your eyes widen slightly, before you’re shaking your head, “listen I can enjoy talent when I see it. But to go out of my way to gain your attention? No way” you clarified. He couldn’t help the smirk that made its way to his lips, “whatever helps you sleep at night doll.” He turned on his heel and walked away, leaving you to walk after him. “I’m serious Kuroo, do not think I’m going to fawn over you!” He only hums in response, a smug look on his face.

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✧ ☽ ✧ ps. I hoped you enjoyed this! This is my first time writing an imagine, so I hope it’s good! NOT PROOFREAD!!

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eddiemunson-fanfic · 11 months

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Hey girl hey

I was wondering if I could request a fic idea that's been on my brain for a while?

Either reader and eddie are arguing over something just stupid but eddie just won't let it go and reader just flashes him her boobs to stop the argument and it works lol.

Modern AU where Eddie's at work and reader sends him a naughty snapchat/text to tease him and his brain kinda short circuits and he leave work early 😏

hey giirl! ofcourse you can always make a request, and sorry it took me some time to get back to you! but I tried my best, and hope you like it :') (and i loved both of them, but this will only include the first request, maybe I'll make another one for the second request :'))

Winning the argument.

Eddie Munson x Plus Size!FM!Reader

Warnings: TW (considering the argument), flashing, cursing, nipple play, sort of dom!Eddie, edging denial(?), choking.

Summary: you knew it annoyed Eddie, but you never thought of it as a big deal, but that was until you always ended up in a disagreement with him considering it. You knew he was only looking out for you, but you knew how to make him relax once he was riled up over it.

"God damn it woman, listen to me!" Eddie huffed as he pulled at his own hair, clearly frustrated with you.

"I am listening, I swear!"

"You know I get worried when you never tell me where you're going, and when you disappear for 24 hours without a single heads up? What the fuck do you think I would be doing? Not worry?!" he was getting more and more agitated by the second, and you flinched slightly when his voice got a bit louder than usual.

He was pacing back and forth, struggling to find the words to describe what he was feeling at that moment.

"Can you please just stop being so dramatic?" you huffed, which made Eddie stop dead in his tracks, glaring at you as he did.

"Oh, dramatic?! Dramatic?!" he practically screamed into your face, his hot breath hitting your face by how hard he was talking, making you jump just slightly.

"Excuse me for wanting to know and make sure that my god damn girlfriend which I love deeply is safe! I'm so fucking sorry!" he spat at you, rolling his eyes as he got more and more annoyed, pulling and struggling to fish out his pack of cigarettes from his pocket as he cursed under his breath for struggling to reach it.

"For gods sake! Fuck!" he growled, finally getting the pack out of his pocket and lighting a cigarette as he inhaled and exhaled hard, trying to calm himself down.

You knew you needed to do something to make him relax, and you knew just what to do.

"Babe" you spoke softly.

"What?!" he barked at you, choking on his own spit as he looked at you, his mind going completely blank as you had thrown your shirt up, flashing him your tits.

"Fuck" he practically moaned under his breath, licking his lips hungrily as he focused on your tits as you walked closer to him, his eyes fixated on them as you were almost flush against him.

"I'm sorry baby, I really am" you tried softly, walking closer to him as he stood by the door to his trailer. You took his face in your hands, leaning your forehead against his as his breath fanned over your face.

"I am really sorry"

His arms wrapped around you softly as he struggled to catch his breath.

"I hate when you do that" he chuckled softly, shaking his head softly as he did.

"What? Show you my boobs?" you tried to act as innocent as you possibly could, as one of his hands came up to cup your boob, a huge grin on his face as he licked his lips once more.

"Mhm" he moaned, struggling to breathe steady as he squeezed your boob softly.

"Fuck, I love them so much" he said as he stepped a bit away from you to get a better view of your tits as you got rid of your shirt completely, giving yourself a mental high five as it has worked once more.

"They love you too, baby" you cooed, watching him fall to his knees in front of you as he burried his face in between your boobs, inhaling the scent of you as he placed soft kisses to each before wrapping his arms around you, placing his face between them again, a huge grin across his face as he did.

You let him sit there on his knees for as long as he needed to. You didn't really mind having him like this on his knees in front of you as you played with his hair.

"I love you so so much" he mumbled against your skin as he wrapped his arms tighter around you, making you chuckle at him.

"I love you too, dummy" you giggled, leaning down to place a soft kiss to the top of his head before he lifted his head just slightly to look at you.

"I'm sorry I overreacted"

You felt bad for him straight away, you always did. You knew he just wanted to make sure you were okay, and when he didn't hear from you for over 24 hours, which was mostly the case when you ended up arguing like this, you wished for nothing but to teach yourself that you for once in your god damn life was able to pick up the god damn phone and give him a heads up. You were always talking together when you weren't gonna hang out for several hours on the phone, and even if it didn't happen often that you didn't hang out or were hours on end with eachother on the phone, you still felt bad you didn't take time to just give him a little heads up that you were doing okay and he didn't have to worry.

"Baby, don't apologise, please, it's okay"

"Ofcourse it's not okay that I shout at you baby, and don't you ever think it is!" he said a bit shocked, looking up at you between his lashes, his beautiful brown eyes melting you to the damn core.

"I won't, sorry!" you said, giving him a soft smile, noticing how he relaxed in your embrace as you kept on playing with his hair, something you knew he loved.

"But these" he smiled mischievously as he cupped both your tits, bouncing them in his hands for a bit before he wrapped his lips around your nipple as he played with the other, earning a soft moan from you as you pulled at his hair, your eyes rolling back.

"Fuck" you whimpered, loving the feeling of his tongue circling around your nipple, the gentle bites and the feeling of his lips around it as he sucked harshly before letting go of the nipple with a pop to focus on the other, giving the exact same attention to it as he did with the first.

"Babe" you moaned, pulling at his hair, earning a moan from him in response, as he bit down on your nipple softly, sending a pleasurable sensation through your entire body.

"Mhm" he moaned in response, batting his eyelashes at you as he continued his delicious torture with your nipples. Pinching the one he didn't have in his mouth between his fingers, circling soft circles around it, making your knees weak from his torture.

"Eddie, please"

He just chuckled in response, letting go of your nipple with a pop as he looked up at you with a huge grin, batting his lashes at you as he tried to act as innocent as he possibly could, still torturing your nipples by pinching them between his fingers.

"What, princess? Too much?"

He knew exactly what he was doing. He knew how sensitive your nipples were. You couldn't answer him, but just whimpered and gasped as he pinched your nipples and rolled them around between his fingers.

"I can see you're getting needy baby" he cooed, smirking at you as he watched how you tried to rub your legs together to create some sort of friction.

"But I didn't allow you to do anything about it, did I now?" he smirked, making you whimper as the grin he had over his face grew.

"Answer me" he demanded as he flicked your nipples, making you hiss slightly in pain.

"No"

"No, what?" he smirked.

"No, master"

His eyes rolled back as he bit down on his lip, getting aroused more by the second, especially by the nickname you called him.

"There she is" he cooed, as he stood face to face with you again, pushing you softly against the wall, a hand wrapping around your neck softly, your eyes rolling back in pleasure as he placed his knee between your leg, rubbing against your clothed core.

"You do as your told, isn't that right?"

You whimpered in response, but he didn't let it slide, squeezing your neck a bit tighter, making you moan, his knee pushing a bit harder against your clothed pussy.

"You're already soaked baby" he cooed, his eyes sparkling in the light, and you could see the lust grow in his eyes.

"Fuck Eddie"

Another squeeze to your neck.

"That's not my name honey"

"Sorry master" you whimpered.

He placed a soft kiss to your lips, biting down on your lower lip, making you moan in response before he let go of you completely, making you huff in annoyance.

"I have to get back to you after band practice, but don't do anything until I get back, or else" he warned, making you nod, but wanting nothing more but to pull him against you again, devouring him completely.

He pecked your lips once more before opening the door and winking at you.

"Love you"

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nikka-v · 2 years

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Another day | Vinnie Hacker x fem reader smut

Summary: Realising that Vinnie is not that bad after all.

Warnings: nsfw!, 18+, swearing?, smut and Vinnie is hot as fuck which is warning as well 😏

I am sorry for any mistakes ♥️

You did not like Vinnie that much since you met him and the feeling was mutual. No one properly knew why and honestly you two did not know as well. Maybe it was because you did not spend enough time together to get to know each other or maybe it was because your partners used to date and you two still felt the vibe between them and were mad because they wanted you all to spend time together. You just argued so much because of everything.

But even though there was so much hate between you, there was also something else. Something only visible to a few other people. Everyone always said that when you weren't arguing, you had so much chemistry and an invisible connection but that just made you argue again. And Joey with Sarah, your partners, hated it because they saw that too. And it wasn't different on a wedding to which were you all invited.

"I just do not understand why you have to argue with her all the time and then look at her later as if you wanted to fuck her." you were walking through the mansion where the wedding was taking place when you heard Sarah's voice almost shouting from hers and Vinnie's room. You were spending the whole weekend at the mansion and your room was right next to theirs so you snuck to the balcony and listened to the argument from there, naturally curious about the reason and outcome.

"What is your problem, Sarah? Am I bothering you with my thoughts about you and Joey?" you dramatically gasped and had to laugh quietly because of the situation. Of course, you knew how they were still looking at each other but you did not realise that Vinnie saw it too. After a few seconds of silence, you realized that he did not refuse what she said and leaned a little to try to see them.

"You are an asshole Vinnie, how can you speak like this to me?" I finally saw Sarah just as she walked out of the door and closed them loudly.

"You having fun?" Vinnie suddenly looked your way, making you lean back as if he did not already see you. You breathed deeply and watched as he walked on their balcony with a cigarette in between his lips, holding another in his hand, holding it out to give it to you.

"Thanks," you said, taking the small killer from his hand and after putting it to your mouth, leaning closer to him so he would light it for you. You had to admit that when he was standing there in black jeans and a white button my shirt he was really not bad looking plus how he was holding the cigarette made him even more attractive.

“I wanted to break up with her a few weeks ago because of how she still looks at Joey." he said suddenly, surprising you with his honesty.

"Why are you telling me this?" you could not stop yourself from asking causing him to chuckle a little.

"Because the only person you hate more than me is her so I know that you won't tell her." you nodded, that was the only possible response to what he said. He was right, wasn't he? You looked at him cause you felt his eyes on you and he just smiled with sadness in his eyes. At that moment you did not understand why he was sad.

"y/n?" as you heard Joey's voice you quickly threw the cigarette away, blowing the smoke out and gesturing to Vinnie to be quiet about it. Joey hated smoking and you had a few arguments about smoking already so you didn't want to provoke him again.

"Yes, babe!" Joey's head appeared from behind the curtain and he smiled at you, dimples showing on his cheeks. You quickly looked to where Vinnie was standing but he was no longer there so you looked back at Joey with a weird feeling in your stomach.

"What are you doing here? All good? You have a good time?" he asked and you frowned for a few seconds before quickly smiling. He was not usually asking more than one thing when he spoke to you, but you just thought that he finally started to act as a better boyfriend.

"I am all good, just taking a few moments to chill here," you said, putting your arms around his neck and kiss in him on his lips. The garden lights suddenly turned on, making the surroundings a bit more romantic causing you to smile a little at the kiss.

"Should we go to sleep?" Joey asked, looking at his watches all of a sudden. That weird feeling in your stomach happened again as if you sensed something weird happening. To be honest you expected Joey to want more than just a small kiss on a balcony.

"I mean, I thought we will have some us time," you said, making him laugh a little. He hugged you quickly before starting to walk away slowly.

"I am tired y/n. Maybe another day yeah? We do not have to do it every day right?" you wanted to talk to him more but he already disappeared behind the curtains and you heard the bathroom door closing.

"As if we did it in the last two weeks you asshole," you murmured to yourself angrily, almost jumping when you heard someone else's voice.

"That's how it starts you know? I am telling this to you because I care about you, he is doing it with someone else." Vinnie's voice resonated through your head, making you look at him with a shaking head.

"Sure you do care about me." you rolled your eyes, clearly angry. "He is not sleeping with anyone else. Unless you have proof, stop making up things." Joey would not cheat, would he?

"Whatever you say love." wanting to tell him off cause of the nickname you turned at him but he was not there anymore, leaving you alone with goosebumps all over your body. And as you were falling asleep you could not stop thinking about what he said.

Maybe because of that, you had some toe-curling dreams about him. Of how he would just touch you with those tattoed hands with rings. How he would bend you over the balcony railing or how he would just hug you and ask you about your day. The fucking minimum that Joey barely did. And you apparently moaned a little while sleeping cause Joey woke you up while there still wasn't so much light outside with kisses on your neck.

"What is going on?" you asked, trying to adjust your eyes to the darkness while you hugged Joey a little.

"You were having some hot dreams presumably with me so I want to apologise for leaving you wanting me. I did not realise yesterday that you wanted me so much. You had to bite your tongue to stop yourself from telling him that he should stop flattering himself so much but he was still your boyfriend so you had to let him think that the dreams were about him.

So you decided to make your brain think more about Joey and sleep with him. And that did not go as planned. Half of the time you saw Vinnie unintentionally and the other half you imagined him to make you feel satisfied which was definitely not a good idea. For the first time in a few weeks, you really came and while moaning you moaned a different name. Vinnie's name. But to your surprise, Joey did not even say anything to it. He was so focused on his satisfaction that he just mumbled some things to himself, not paying you any attention. And then when he finally finished, he just kissed you, rolled over and fell asleep. You on the other hand could not just go to sleep.

Your mind was all over the place. As you took a shower you had to think about the whole situation. You were sure that you did not have any feelings towards Vinnie, this was purely physical attraction, right? You expected Joey to talk about it but apparently, he was really not listening to you and did not bring it up for another two weeks. Those two weeks were strange because of how he was acting but in kind of a good way. He asked you about your day, took you on nice dates and brought you many flowers. It started to get even weirder when he stopped wanting us to meet Sarah and Vinnie so much. You were happy because of not seeing Sarah but you wanted to see Vinnie.

It all escalated at one of the parties when someone asked Vinnie to let you all hear his new song. He sceptically looked around the room, probably looking for Sarah before he pulled his phone out of a pocket and connected it to the speakers. Joey went outside a few moments ago to get you some drinks so you just leaned on a wall behind you and started listening to what Vinnie was saying before he put the song on.

"We called it ‘another day’ and it just popped in my head a few weeks ago," he said and when the song started to play, you liked the rhythm immediately. That was before you heard the words and realized it was about you.

You hated me

but you fuck him and say my name

This got stuck in your head. He knew about that night at the hotel. He heard you. You quickly pushed yourself from the wall and made your way out of the living room towards the stairs to get to another floor.

"Hey, wait." you heard Vinnie's voice as you reached the upper floor so you turned around to see him.

"What do you want Vinnie? Why would you sing about that? How did you even know about it?" you asked him quickly and looked him in the eyes. He took a deep breath before he took your hand and pulled you to an empty room, where you quickly pulled your hand away from him.

"I was standing on the balcony that night of the wedding weekend. I found out from other people that they saw Joey and Sarah kissing in the pool so I needed some time to think before I would go tell Sarah." you shook your head and stepped back a little, not wanting to believe his words.

"That's bullshit, he would not cheat." honestly you were trying to convince yourself more than Vinnie who was standing there, not knowing what to do to make you believe him.

"Okay, go search for them, I am sure they are together right now." he threw up his hands, obviously frustrated because of this situation. And so you did what he told you to do. You pushed him to the side to walk around him to the door so you could leave.

"If you are lying to me, I swear I will hurt you." you looked at him over your shoulder, making your way out of the room to find your boyfriend. You immediately saw a group of some guys, so you went to ask them for pieces of information.

"Jack, have you seen Joey?" you asked the curly-haired boy who you knew and he smiled at you nicely before he saw your angry face. He quickly pointed to a room which had closed doors and you almost ran towards it, taking a deep breath before trying to open the door. Locked. That made you even angrier so you knocked a few times before fully hitting it with your palm and then fist.

"Calm the fuck down, occupied!" you heard Joey's voice which made you kick the door and walk to the next room where you climbed a little out of the window to get on the room's balcony. And as you wanted to open the glassed door, you stopped and looked through a small space between the curtains. You put the palm of your hand on your mouth to stop yourself from screaming out loud. Vinnie was right, they were there, making out while he was fucking her on the bed.

A single tear came down your cheek before you climbed back to the other room. You weren't sad as much as angry. You wanted to hurt someone so much as Joey hurt you but you knew you did not have it in yourself to do this to someone you'd love.

"Are you okay?" you heard Jack as you got out of the room with only one goal. Find Vinnie.

"Don't worry about me, have you seen Vinnie?" you tried to smile at him but did not succeed. Jack understood that you were not in the mood to talk so he just shook his head.

"Not for a while," he said, making you think for a second before you walked back to the room where you saw Vinnie last time. And he really was still there, sitting on a dryer with a cigarette between his lips. Before you did not even realise that it was a laundry room.

"I guess you found them." he looked up from his phone and watched your face as he threw the cigarette out of a small window which you wouldn't even reach because of how high it was.

"Yes. I thought you were lying." you sat next to him on the washing machine and leaned your head on the wall behind you.

"Really? You did not believe it at all?" he asked doubtfully, making you chuckle quietly. Of course, you were suspecting it but never thought that it would be the truth.

"Okay, maybe a little but I just do not understand why." you never understood why would people cheat on each other. That was something you would never forgive anyone.

"I know it sucks but at least you found it out." Vinnie jumped down from where he was sitting and walked towards you so he was standing right in front of you. You just found out that your boyfriend was cheating and the only person you could think about was Vinnie. How he was standing there and could give you everything you've ever wanted.

"Help me forget about him, please," you whispered suddenly, not giving it much thought. But Vinnie was not that surprised about what you wanted the gently touched your knees, pushing them apart and coming closer to you.

"Are you sure about this? Don't you hate me?" he asked, leaning forwards to kiss you but stopping a few millimetres away from your lips.

"But I fuck him and say your name, don't I?" you used his own words to make him believe that you really wanted it. And he did not ask again, kissing you harshly and making you moan because of how his hand moved over your body.

You felt the cold rings which he was always wearing on your stomach before he moved his hands to the thin cloth of your lacy bra which showed a lot more than it should. His touch travelled across your body, helping you take off your cropped t-shirt before cradling your face and finding your lips again.

You moved your hands from his biceps to the hem of his shirt to take it off, taking a moment to admire his body and tattoos. Not that you've never seen him like that before but from this close, it was a premiere. You both were looking at each other's bodies for at least a minute before Vinnie suddenly kneeled at pushed up your skirt. You leaned back a little so he could move it even higher and before you sat properly again, he took off your thongs, leaving you almost naked.

"You don't have to. "you whispered as he got closer to you which made him stop his movements and look at you with confusion readable on his face.

"You don't want to?" he asked and almost looked disappointed.

"I do, I just don't want you to do it because you'd have to. Joey didn't want to. Never." Vinnie shook his head, suddenly amused.

"I don't do it because I have to, I do it cause I want to. I bet he wanted you to give him blowjobs all the time," he said, waiting for your answer which he did not actually need because of how you looked at him. Of course, he wanted to but when it came to giving back, he did not want to. Not that he would have a specific reason, it was because of how selfish he was in bed.

Before you could've said something he moved closer to you, leaving a kiss directly on your clit. You almost jumped a little and felt how he smiled because of how he was affecting you. He stuck out his flattened tongue and licked you up your slit to your clit.

"That feels good, doesn't it?" you heard his voice and as an answer moaned. You were sure he knew how good he was and wanted to show you what you were missing out on.

"Too good baby, I don't think I am going to last long." you joked quietly, your hand wovening through his hair to which he reacted by adding pressure to your clit. Over and over again he was slowly alternating between gently sucking on it and teasing it with the tip of his tongue. One of his hands moved back on your chest reaching your nipples over the bra and gently carresing it and with his other hand, he was holding your hip.

As you were getting closer, his hand moved from your hip lower between your legs, filling you with one finger and in a few seconds with the other. With one hand still holding his hair, you moved the other to hold the edge of the surface you were sitting on. Suddenly you felt Vinnie's hand moving from your chest to your hand, locking your fingers together. This gesture made something in you shift, making you feel a stronger connection to Vinnie.

It did not take long for you to feel an orgasm building in your whole body which made you moan Vinnie's name out loud. Because of so much pleasure, you unintentionally pressed your legs closer to which Vinnie reacted with a quiet laugh and with one hand he hold your legs apart.

"You see what you were missing out on?" Vinnie looked at you before getting up and hugging you, planting a few small kisses on your hair and forehead. You could have felt his hardening dick through his pants which caused you to get wet again almost immediately. You moved your hand lower to touch him through his pants, making him quietly moan into your ear. That moan caused you to get goosebumps throughout your whole body. You weren't attracted to men moaning that much but Vinnie definitely woke something up inside you.

"I can help you with that," you whispered, slowly massaging him, to which he reacted with another moan before leaning to the space between your shoulder and neck, placing a small kiss on your naked skin. But as you continued and with the other hand started to push his pants and boxers down, he grabbed gently your hand to stop you from massaging him some more.

"I wanna come with you," he whispered, having his forehead against yours and looking you in your eyes. He looked so in love with you at that moment which you slightly ignored because of the situation between you.

"Okay then, fuck me, Vinnie," you whispered to his lips as you kissed him passionately and pulled both his pants and boxers lower. He had to laugh a little at how impatient you were.

He caught you by your thighs, moving you to the edge of the washing machine and kissing you again. There were so many emotions in those kisses but both of you knew that you won't be able to tell them out loud to each other. As he moved closer to you and pushed himself slowly into you, you could not hold the loud moan and neither did he.

"You feel so good." he was still holding your thigh, moving his hands to your waist to pull you more against him. You felt so good, maybe better than ever and leaned your head back, letting all the moans out. You did not care anymore who would hear you and even I moaned Vinnie's name.

"Someone will hear it, love," Vinnie said between breaths and on his lips appeared a cheeky smile. He definitely liked how you said his name so maybe that's the reason why he moved one of his hands to your clit. He knew what he was doing for sure because you felt your orgasm building up even quicker.

"I don't care that they will." you pulled Vinnie a bit closer when you put your arm around his neck." God, you fuck me so well, Vinnie."

"Say my name again love." he moaned, definitely getting closer as well, and so did you.

"Vinnie, please I am so close." it did not take long before both of your climaxes came. You were sure that was the best orgasm ever.

" I wanna do this again and again." he was looking into your eyes again. "You looked so good when you came." you had to smile a little, touching his cheek gently and with the other hand you pushed his hair behind his ear to see his face properly, you never quite looked at him from such a short distance.

"Okay then." you smiled at him which made him feel a bit confused. He did not think that there would be something more than just this one-night stand.

"Wait, really?" he looked really cute confused like this with a blush on his cheeks and heavy breathing.

"Yes, I think this little relationship or whatever it is we have, can work out." his eyes brightened before he kissed you quickly, making you laugh at his lips. He was always so serious when he was with you before but this was a nice change and you were willing to try it out. You were sure he would never hurt you just because of the look in his eyes. He loved you.

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livyjh · 8 months

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Temptation ch.2

Co-written with @fhatbhabie

No Outbreak!Dbf!Joel x Fem!Plus size!Reader

Series Masterlist

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+

Summary: After you break things off with your toxic boyfriend, you move back home with your dad. His best friend and neighbor, Joel Miller, takes an interest in you. But you’re the one who has to convince him to make the first move.

A/N: okay, we’re too excited for you guys to read more so we will be posting a new chapter (on this account) every 4 or 5 days. Reminder: reader and Sarah are both in their mid 20s, Joel is in his mid 50s, reader’s dad is in his early 50s.

Chapter warnings: teasing, a little roughness, talk of food/cooking/eating, mention of boner 👀

Divider art by: @saradika

Over the next couple weeks you leave your curtains open all day, every day.

You never do catch Joel watching you, but you’ve seen him sleeping a couple of times. He goes to sleep around 9pm, you’ve noticed. You’re still looking for a job so you stay up late pretty much every night.

You’ve made a habit of changing clothes in front of the window, usually faced away so that Joel thinks you don’t know he’s watching. He’s gotta be watching…

Sarah comes back from college today which meant you’d definitely be seeing Joel sometime this week for dinner with him, Sarah, and your dad.

Like she read your mind, Sarah sent you a text.

Sarah: picking up Starbucks. Almost home. Want anything?

You: iced chai latte. You’re a lifesaver!

In a matter of 10 minutes you heard the honk of a small car outside.

You went out and noticed Joel’s truck was gone. He must still be at work today. It was nearing 3pm which meant he’d hopefully be home in a couple hours or so.

“Sarah!” You smile as you walk across the yard to her car.

“Hey!” She shouts back with a grin.

You round her side of the car and give her a hug.

“Girl, what have you been doing?” Sarah pulls back and looks you up and down.

“What do you mean?” You blush a little.

“You’re just like… way hot.” She laughs.

“Oh, you know, had that post breakup makeover and here I am.” You flip your hair dramatically.

“Okay, well you’re gonna have to tell me how to make my boobs look like yours.” She giggles and reaches into the car before leaning back out and handing you your drink.

“Ha. Thanks.” You smile. “How much do I owe you?”

“You’re kidding.” She snorts and closes the driver door before opening the trunk. “It’s on me.”

“Thank you.” You nod. “Can I help carry anything?”

“Nah, I’m okay. Thanks though.” She pulls a medium sized suitcase and a small backpack out of her trunk. She slings the backpack over her shoulder before walking past you toward the house.

You guys talked from time to time but you hadn’t had the chance to tell her you moved back yet.

“You just happen to be visiting right now, or…?” Sarah asked.

You followed her into the house after she unlocked the door. “Uh… no. Actually I moved back in with my dad a couple weeks ago.”

“What about Thomas?” She asks.

You rub the back of your neck awkwardly as she sets her things down. “We broke up. It was… messy.”

“Shit. I’m sorry, Y/n.” She frowns.

“I’ve realized pretty quickly that I’m better off without him.” You shrug.

“Good.” She nods. “Good for you.” She takes a sip of her coffee and sits on the couch, patting the spot next to her.

You sat down by her and she turned on the tv to a music station. “Alright. Tell me everything.”

You took a deep breath and a long sip from your iced latte. “Okay…”

You tell her all the details. The way that your boyfriend had stopped caring about you; both in bed and out of it. The way he would spend way more time out with his friends than with you. Stopped holding your hand in public. All the bullshit he put you through.

Sarah then told you about the nasty breakup with her boyfriend that she’d been dating since senior year of high school.

“At least you didn’t get cheated on.” Sarah frowned. “But still, I’m sorry you went through that.”

“Same to you. Men are… the worst.” You roll your eyes.

“The worst, right?!” She laughs.

You giggle too but stop when you hear the front door open. You turn to look and see Joel stopped in his tracks in the doorway.

“Dad!” Sarah jumps up and runs over to Joel to hug him.

“Hey, honey.” He smiles and hugs her back, sneaking a glance at you. A glance that didn’t go unnoticed by you.

You feel yourself start to blush so you look away, reading the music related fun fact on the bottom of the tv screen.

“So glad to have you home.” Joel says as he and Sarah both pull out of the hug.

“Me too.” She nods.

“Hi, Y/n.” Joel gives you a modest wave.

“Hi, Mr. Miller.” You give him a half smile, trying to seem unbothered. After all… he is old. Maybe he just forgot to text you back… but you doubt it.

Sarah doesn’t pick up on the slight tension in the room, thankfully. “Okay, dad, we have to have spaghetti for dinner tonight.”

“Gonna have to run out for some bread and sauce.” Joel tells her.

“I can grab it.” You stand up. “Been meaning to run to the store anyways.”

“Thanks, Y/n.” Sarah smiles.

You nod and head for the door now that Joel was out of the way. “See you guys in an hour.”

“Bye!” Sarah calls as you close the door behind you to leave.

***

You go to the store for bread and spaghetti sauce, also picking up a few snacks and hygiene items for yourself. When you get home you decide to change your bra out for a push-up. Not that you really needed it, but… you wanted to show off to Joel tonight.

You left the rest of your outfit the same, not wanting anyone to say anything about you changing between an hour ago and now.

You were in a black v-neck shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans. Around your wrist is a dainty chain bracelet. You’re wearing some purple converse too. Your hair is down, kind of wavy at the moment.

Looking over yourself in your mirror, you decide you look good. You hear your dad come in the house and you go downstairs to greet him.

“Hey.” You say as you walk into the kitchen to see your dad grabbing a beer from the fridge. “Long day at work?” You laugh.

“You have no idea.” Your father shakes his head.

“Spaghetti at the Miller’s tonight. Let’s go.” You smile and grab the food off the counter.

“Sounds good. I didn’t know what I was going to have for dinner anyways.” Your dad shrugs and follows you next door.

You knock and then let yourself in. “Hello!” You call out as you walk in.

“Come on in!” Joel calls from the kitchen.

You and your dad go into the house and past the living room to the kitchen.

“Hey!” Sarah smiles wide. “Oh hey, Mr. Y/l/n!”

“Sarah.” Your dad grins and gives her a hug.

You and Joel make eye contact across the room until Sarah’s head moves back and blocks your vision of him. She looks at you. “Thanks for going to the store.” She takes the bag from your hands.

“Totally.” You nod with a smile.

You see Sarah walk over to the stove where Joel looks to be stirring noodles. She elbows his side and whispers something.

“Uh, yeah, thank you.” Joel smiles at you.

You stifle a laugh. “…anything we can help with?”

“Yeah, you guys butter and season the bread. Noodles and sauce are almost done.” Sarah says as she pours the jar of sauce into a pan of cooked, ground hamburger meat.

You grab the bread, getting next to Joel to open the fridge and get the butter. “Can you hand me a couple knives?” You turn to Joel.

He doesn’t look directly at you, one hand still stirring the noodles while the other reaches into a drawer on his right to grab two knives. He hands them to you. “There ya go.”

“Thanks, Mr. Miller.” You smile even though he can’t see it.

You all finish preparing dinner, then plate up and move to the dining room to a square table. Joel sits on your left, Sarah across from you, and your dad on your right.

You all start to dig in, finally making some small talk as you got more and more full.

“How’s school going?” Your dad asks Sarah.

“Fantastic. I’ve got a prototype made for a little project I’m doing. It’s gonna change the game on microbiology.” She answers with a smug grin.

“I’d love to see it.” Your dad says.

“Okay!” Sarah replies excitedly as she stands. “Come on, it’s in my car.”

Your dad gets up and before you or Joel could say anything, the two are headed for the front door and out to Sarah’s car.

You don’t know what gives you the bravery to do it, but you say something to Joel after a couple moments of silence. “You never texted me back.”

Joel’s head snaps up, his eyes shooting to yours from his plate. “Huh?” He visibly blushes.

“I asked you a question and you never answered.” You shrug.

“I don’t…” he sighs. “I can’t be lookin’ at you like that. ‘S not appropriate.”

You lean back in your chair with a laugh and a shake of your head. You roll your eyes and then focus them on Joel once more. “You’re telling me you wouldn’t fuck me… right here, right now, if given the opportunity?” You cross your arms over your chest and press your tits together even more.

His eyes glance down at your cleavage for just a moment.

“Honey, you couldn’t handle what I want to give you.” Joel taunts.

You’re the one blushing now. You gulp and sit up, reaching under the table to put a hand on his thigh.

He suddenly grabs your wrist, tight, gripping it so hard you could feel your bracelet making indents in your skin. You look up at him through your lashes, “I’m sure I can handle more than you think. Look at me, you won’t break me… Mr. Miller.” You smirk and grip his thigh.

His hand tightens around your wrist.

“Okay, that- that kinda hurts.” You laugh nervously.

He tosses your hand away. “Told you.” He sneers.

Fuck. That was some sort of test? Shit, you liked the pain but you thought it best to let him know he was hurting you. Your panties were slick with wetness at this point and all you wanted to happen was for him to bend you over the table and have his way with you.

Sarah and your father walk back inside as if on queue, still deep in conversation about microorganisms and different things they do and how to study them. You have a hard time keeping up, not really interested in the subject as much.

They sit back down at the table as they bring their conversation to a pause.

Sarah looks around at all three of you. “Wanna watch a movie?”

“Sure-“ your dad starts.

You interrupt him. “Actually… I’m not feeling very good. I think I’m gonna go to bed early.” You grab your stomach to imply that it was hurting.

“Aww, sorry sweetie.” Your dad pats your shoulder.

“I’ll be alright. Just need to lay down.” You smile weakly and get up. “Bye, guys.”

As you walk to the door you hear all three of them, even Joel, say either goodnight or goodbye.

You walk home across the yard and head up to your room. You get out your laptop, strip out of your pants and sit in your bed watching Netflix for a little bit. You pause it when something catches your eye.

Joel’s bedroom light.

You saw it turn on in your peripheral and then looked up, watching Joel walk into his room and close the door behind himself.

You watch as he takes off his shirt and sits down on his bed, facing you.

He leans over and puts his elbows on his knees before rubbing his eyes.

You get up and stand by your window, hoping he’ll glance your way. He finally looks up, doing a double take when he sees you.

You bite your lip, locking eyes with him as you slowly run your palms up your sides and over your breasts. You see him mouth the word “fuck.”

You gave him a small smirk and slipped off your t shirt leaving you in just your bra and panties. The bra you had on was a bit too small having your breast pudging out of the tops of the cups. You looked over at Joel and felt his eyes burning holes into your skin. You gave him a small wave and quickly closed the curtains leaving him alone in his room with his cock trying to break itself free from his jeans.

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tender-rosiey · 2 years

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𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐊𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 | gojo x f!reader

| pt 5 | - | pt 6 | — [SERIES MASTERLIST]

ᴀ/ɴ: I am feeling a little down but oh well, maybe I just need some ice cream HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS ;))

“gojo, that’s cruel and unforgivable of you.”

“hm?”

nanami sighs while sharply looking up from his newspaper, “you lied to both shoko and y/n.”

“nanami, nanami! I can’t just tell them that the only reason I started talking to y/n is because I heard that she can go through my infinity!” gojo whines while nanami scoffs.

“so it’s better to lie to shoko? and to lie to y/n, who despite your awful actions, still gave you a chance?”

gojo rolled his eyes, “she didn’t agree to a second one, so she probably doesn’t actually want it and instead accepted the first one so I can get off her back,” he claps his hands together with a big grin, “which isn’t a problem because I already got what I want from her, at least to an extent,” and he falls back to couch spreading his legs with a satisfied smirk.

gojo heard rustling, “nanami?” and said man puts the newspaper away making his way to the door, but not before turning to the white sorcerer.

“who knows, gojo, maybe you’re lying to yourself as much as you’re lying to them.”

gojo rolls his eyes at the statement; he is aware of what he got himself into and how he will get out, and even managed to make you hate him less so that was a plus, he guesses.

so far it has been a month since you guys have been paired up by the higher ups, as he said, and even with the punch in the gut he received, you guys were now on reasonably okay terms.

he knew it will take more than this so he can finally be able to analyze in proximity. would you agree to spar with him now? maybe even showcase your skills? might as well try.

“y/nnnnnn!!”

a vein is already threatening to pop on your forehead as you see a figure of a 6ft white paint brush approach you, “no.”

he pouts, “I didn’t even say anything!”

“whatever you will say, no.”

he props his elbow resting his chin on his hand while batting his eyelashes, “how did you know I was going to ask you to do something?” a smirk playing at his lips already making you want punch his face.

you pull on his ear making him release a series of over dramatic ow’s, “because you’re annoying like that,” then letting him go making him rub his ear in a (poor) attempt to comfort himself.

“not having an infinity between both of us is so not fun,” he complains, “now I actually get beat up!”

you roll your eyes and shrug, “if you weren’t stupid then you wouldn’t get beat up.”

“anyways!” he smiles and for some reason you feel something really bad will happen, “you have two options either we spar or you go on a date with me!”

“I actually have three.”

he clasps his hands together and a wide grin is on his face, “be my girlfriend?”

“It’s not to do any of them and— wait ew, be your girlfriend? I would rather date that mahito curse instead.”

gojo falls to his knees, clutching his chest and with a “pained” voice starts speaking, “and they said the worst she can say is no.”

“but like seriously, choose one; I want to spend some time together,” he takes off his blindfold and looks at you.

you laugh mockingly, “is that supposed to pressure me into agreeing?”

he puts it back on while grumbling,” you’re in no way normal, ugh.”

“okay, sure I guess.”

he hums while looking at you looking for more elaboration and you continue, “guess we can go on a second date and maybe spar after it a little.”

gojo jumps up in joy, “HAHA!” and he places his hands on his hips while puffing his chest proudly, “two birds with one stone!”

you tilt your head, “two birds?”

“first one: being able to admire you all pretty and get to know you even more; second: being able to admire you all hot and badass.”

“you have no filter.”

“it’s one of my many redeeming qualities.”

you cough, “yeah, redeeming.”

“you’re a very rude person; anyone told you that?” he crosses his arms and you nod while walking away.

“It’s one of my many redeeming qualities!”

soon gojo is left alone, and he smirks, “yeah, it will be plenty of fun.”

“sensei, you have a sad love life.”

“HAA?!” said teacher snaps back at students aggressively who are all standing behind the door and they all raise their hands in surrender, “17 packets of paper assignments because you are all super ungrateful and rude.”

gojo smiles in victory as he hears the whines and insults thrown at him for the punishment.

your date was scheduled to tomorrow so you had free time, and decided to head to shoko in the infirmary. “hey shoko!” you greet and she looks at you with a nod of acknowledgment before going back to what she was working on.

“heard gojo is trying to make amends; is it true?” she asks.

you reply, “I guess. honestly, I am not sure. there has to be something else, he isn’t the type of person to just try to get back in contact just for the sole reason ‘he misses me’,” you hold your chin, pondering, “but what else could it be?”

shoko, done with her work, takes off her gloves to look at you, “I am suspicious of it too, but let’s try giving him the benefit of the doubt. who knows? maybe that loser is actually coming back to his senses.”

you chuckle lightly, “gojo and sense? they don’t match together at all!”

you and shoko share a laugh and spend the rest of the night together until you, regrettably, had to say goodbye.

“byeee, my dear shoko! we will shall be reunited again soon—“

“y/n, we work in the same place.”

the sun has risen once again, as you struggle to get out of the comfort of your beautiful and majestic bed to the dreaded world and see the face of someone who only needs a punch to the stomach again so he can disappear from your life once again.

you hear a knock, and it makes you jolt awake because what the hell? you live alone.

just as you were about to open the room to your bedroom, you are greeted by a way too energetic and smiley man with a huge bouquet of flowers with him opening the door himself.

“good morning, gorgeous—!”

“AHHH!”

“AHHH?”

“YOU DISGUSTING STALKER!” and so the strongest sorcerer takes a slap to the face and is now a smiley man with a really really visible red handprint on his cheek.

he whispers, “okay,” before speaking clearly again, “maybe surprising you like this was a bad idea.”

you retort, “obviously, and how the hell did you get my address?” you eye him up and down, “how did you even get it?!”

he clears his throat, “so first, you can thank our savior shoko,” and he sees you texting a chain of curses at said person before continuing, “and second, in case you forgot my dear: I can teleport.”

“you know, gojo, I think my idea of you changed.”

he beams, “really?” then throws his head back laughing, “that’s great to hear.”

he leans on the door frame, “what do you think of me now?”

you lean, as well, close to his face, and gojo is surprised at how small the distance between you is, and he hears you speak, “at first I thought you were an asshole, someone who couldn’t care less about anything.”

your fingers wrap around his collar gently and for some reason he feels his heart beat rather rapidly, isn’t he supposed to keep his cool? he didn’t actually have feelings for you after all.

ignoring his silence you continue, “now, I think,” and he finds himself anticipating an answer, “I think you’re a sick pervert who has officially lost his mind,” and then he is pushed back, away from your door as you slam it.

he takes a moment to process before yelling, “hey! what about the date?!”

you open the door once again, “I am going to get dressed, shut up,” and slam it again.

“what about the flowers I got for you?” he sounds sad, but you know that he is sporting his usual smirk so you open the door to snatch the flowers from him and slam it closed again.

he whines, “what about a kiss?”

“fuck off!”

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matan4il · 11 months

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As someone who actually followed Ryan and Oliver before, they came to 911 and was excited to see how quickly they bonded. Then I fell in love with them both even more. I am curious if you would agree with me on something.

My thing is, I actually think they were probably both disappointed if that's how their storylines ended. Again, having seen their prior work, 911 , to this moment, is still their defining work, and had it really been canceled, it could have served as a launching pad for their next gig. They could have potentially walked away, having played a groundbreaking queer couple for all the reasons you always stated. To make it even better playing against someone who you were completely comfortable with. I mean , that would have plastered them all over the place. Yet.... It would have ended like that? I just feel like there had to have been some level of disappointment for them. Or am I being to dramatic?

Hi lovely! Oooh, nice, I bet you can feel so proud of yourself, having an eye for talent that early on. ;) I hadn't heard of Oliver before 911, I did hear of Ryan because he landed a coveted part starring opposite Jennifer Lopez, but not much more than that.

I really loved what we saw of Oliver and Ryan BTS during s2, so I get exactly what you mean. And yes, I do think they wanted Buddie to go canon. It was evident to me from the moment they were the ones to choose our ship's name. I think they have both been around the entertainment business long enough to know that Buddie going canon would have given them both a boost in popularity, plus it would have made them a part of a significant TV moment. Being an actor is HARD. Finding a STEADY job is HARDER. Finding a GOOD steady acting job is HARDER STILL. But finding one that is also going to go down in TV history, make a difference, push the bar in terms of queer rep and be remembered even after the show is over? Possibly also helping them be recognized in the years that follow 911 going off the air, when they look for their next good acting job? Yeah, I think they understood this would have been meaningful and really good for them.

Are they disappointed? I think understanding that they're still among the lucky ones when there are so many struggling actors out there might help curb any disappointment. It's also a different thing when a realization gradually sets in than when it lands on you like a slap in the face. But most importantly, thanks to ABC, it's not over just yet. So hopefully, we will all still get to be a part of this historical gay TV moment, they as actors and we as viewers.

What a perfect ask to kick off pride month. Thank you for it, and Happy pride, everyone! Lots of love to all of you, whether you're a part of my community, or the wonderful allies it needs. (as always, my ask tag) xoxox

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rose-pearls · 2 years

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Senior prom at Hawkins

Summary: Steve asked you to go to prom with you after overhearing a conversation between you and Robin, which leads to the best night of you life. (Robin is the same age as Steve here!)

Senior prom was just a month away from now and yet everyone seemed to think that it was going to happen tomorrow; all the posters for prom queen and king were up and everyone was talking about their dresses and costumes and how to spike the punch bowl.

Don’t get me wrong prom is something that I enjoy but the thought of ending my high school career going to prom without a date wasn’t the most fun idea. It’s cliché but I guess I always wanted to have a high school sweetheart. But luckily, I had the most amazing friend – her words not mine – Robin Buckley who also didn’t have a date, so we are going together with some other friends.

“So did you hear?”, I jumped at the voice and saw that it was Robin. “Well, you probably didn’t so let me tell you my dear sweet friend!”, I laughed softly as I closed my locker and let her take me to her next class as I had a free period.

“Apparently Steve Harrington got his ass kicked by Billy Hargrove and is still dateless for prom! Can you believe it?! The people of Hawkins are going crazy over it”, Robin was practically screaming in the corridor while playing a dramatic version of the person she probably heard it from.

“Well, I do hope that he is doing well because Hargrove clearly has some anger issues.”, Robin snickered at that and told me that he wasn’t looking pretty.

“As for his date to prom, we don’t either so we can’t really say anything”, Robin rolled her eyes at that. “Plus, he is the hair Harrington I am sure that he will find someone I mean even if he isn’t the top bitch in this school anymore, he is still the most handsome!”, Robin started covering her ears as I said that while faking vomiting.

“Please don’t ever tell me that he is handsome! I mean I already have to see you look at his ass every time he walks by so don’t make this worse”

“And I don’t say anything when you look at Tammie Thompsons boobs”, Robin shot me a glare at that.

“Please she has great boobs and way better hair than Harrington’s”, I scoffed at that.

“No, she doesn’t! He was literally nicknamed ‘the hair’!”, Robin muttered under her breath something that seemed to be the word ‘details’.

“Fine, I will let you fantasize about Harrington’s great butt and hair while I go to geometry!”, before I could say anything else she was already running into her classroom, god she was going to kill me one day.

“So, you fantasize about my ass?”, I felt my blood run cold as I heard the voice of Steve Harrington just behind me.

As I turn around, I see Steve looking at me with a big smirk on his face like the cat that got the cream.

“W – What? No! Definitely not, Robin was just saying that as a joke!”, I was a blubbering mess, and my cheeks were getting as red as his sweatshirt.

Steve let out a soft laugh and hummed softly.

“So, you don’t like my ass?”, he asked with his smirk still in place. If I thought the blush, I had was bad before that my cheeks were now a flaming red.

“No? Well, I mean you have a great… Oh god why am I saying this”, Steve started laughing at that and I joined him (for me mostly out of embarrassment).

“Thank you for that I needed the ego boost”, I let out a huff at that and he gave me a big smile that turned a bit shier at the end. “And the laugh.”, I was surprised to hear that but then again, he probably didn’t have an easy year with Nancy Wheeler leaving him for Byers and Hargrove stealing his crown and now beating him up.

“Well, I am happy that my embarrassing statement made you laugh!”, Steve chuckled at that and passed a hand through his hair; god that hair was amazing.

“Thank you it takes a long time to get it to perfection!”, Steve sends me a wink and I suddenly feel like dying right here right now.

“God sorry I guess that all the studying makes me say somethings that I shouldn’t say.”, I hope that he buys the explanation because that is better than telling him I have a crush on him since third grade.

“Well, it doesn’t bother me at all in fact I quite enjoy it”, I groaned softly of course he was enjoying this with that stupid smirk of his.

I was going to tell him that I had to leave to go to the library when he looked at me with his big brown eyes looking like Bambi and I felt myself wanting to stay.

“You know we were in English together last year?”, I smiled softly at that he was always the one to try and make the class a but funnier than it was.

“Yeah, I remember that class was boring!”, Steve laughed at that and looked back up from his shoes.

“I remember your presentation at the end of the school-year about your idol and I was so invested in it.”

“You were probably the only one then”, Steve scoffed a bit at that and shook his head.

“I am sure that I was not! But before that day I hadn’t really noticed you but after that I started seeing you everywhere!”, he seemed hesitant to continue.

“It’s funny how you can go from not seeing someone to suddenly seeing them everywhere.”, I felt a blush coming on my cheeks as he said this, but I was also asking myself where he was going with this.

“I’m probably not making any sense right now, but I want to ask you if you would like to go to prom with me?”, he seemed scared to utter the last words, but he looked at me with a hopeful look.

I was in shock, not only was he admitting that for about a year he was seeing me everywhere, but he was also asking me to prom.

“I totally understand if you don’t want to, I mean I’m not ‘King Steve’ anymore and my best friend is a middle schooler…”, he continued to ramble and stopped when I said his name.

“Steve, I don’t care if you are king Steve or if you aren’t! You are an amazing person and sure you hang out with middle schoolers, but I don’t see the real issue with that, half of our class are assholes, so I understand your choice!”, Steve let out a soft chuckle at that, but he seemed nervous.

“As for your question, I would love to go to prom with you Steve”, to say he was shocked was right because he was looking at me like a fish out of water.

“Really? Oh, wow okay!”, I laughed at his rambling and the way he passed a hand through his hair messing it up.

“That is incredible! I just have to drop Dustin of at his dance but then I can come and get you! You also must tell me what color your dress is for my tie and your flowers!”, Steve continued to say what we needed to do while I smiled softly at the boy in front of me.

“Steve! We have one month before prom I think we can arrange it in time!”, I tried reassuring him. He nodded at me and gave me a blinding smile.

“You are right, sorry! We could go on a date to plan everything out?”, he asked this question with the most innocent smile on his face, and I had to restrain myself from kissing him right there.

“Mmmh I think that is a good idea we do have a lot to plan! But maybe we could also get to know each other better?”, Steve gave me a big smile at my words and took a step towards me.

“Well, what about Friday night?”, Steve was suddenly in front of me and put a piece of my hair behind my ear.

“I am free”, I gave him a shy smile and he gave me a large one back.

“Perfect! I’ll pick you up at seven?”, I gave a soft nod and Steve let out a soft sigh of relieve.

“Well, I’ll see you Friday then! Can’t wait”, I felt a bit cold as Steve stepped away from me, probably going to his class.

“Me neither hopefully it will come quickly!”, Steve smiled and wished me goodbye while still looking at me and stepping away.

As he turned the corner, I suddenly remembered that Robin wanted to go to the movies Friday; she was going to kill me!

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It was finally prom night and after enduring exams and Robin whining about me spending too much time with Steve, I was ready for it to start.

“Alright how do I look?”, I turned to Robin while doing a little spin.

“You do clean up nice!”, I scoffed at that but let out a laugh.

“You look fabulous and everyone in there is going to be so jealous! Get ready to be prom queen!”, Robin let out a laugh at my disgusted face.

“Thank you, you look beautiful too! Get ready for the crown my dear”, Robin smiled at that and started doing a fake acceptance speech as if she had won prom queen. I smiled at that and felt a bit guilty at not going to prom with her anymore.

“Hey, I’m sorry that I dropped out of our friend prom to go with Steve. I mean I am so happy to go with him, but you are also my best friend, and I don’t want you to forget that!”, I breathed out a sigh after saying that and felt the bed dip under me.

“Trust me I will not forget it, I mean we are still planning on eloping to Vegas and getting a fake wedding, so you are stuck with me”, I laughed at that and took her in my arms.

“You are incredible Robin don’t you ever forget that!”, Robin looked at me with teary eyes before slapping me on the arm.

“Don’t make me cry I wasted to much time on getting ready”, I started laughing at that while she got up to try and get her hair under control.

“Please you took ten minutes”, Robin smiled at me through the mirror.

“Exactly ten minutes lost at doing this instead of other things!”, before I could say anything the doorbell rang.

As I went downstairs, I heard my mother open the door and heard her talking to Steve.

“You look beautiful!”, I felt a blush rising on my cheeks at his words and at his look of awe.

“Well, you are looking quite handsome!”, Steve gave me big smile before kissing me softly on the lips.

“Ew not in front of me! And your mother! Have some respect!”, Steve and I started to laugh at Robin’s words and my mother let out a soft laugh while shaking her head.

“You are looking good too Buckley”, Steve smiled at Robin while putting his arm around me.

“You don’t look so bad yourself dingus! Now are we going or not people?”, all three of us cheered and started going to the car before my mom stopped us and started taking pictures of us.

After what felt like an eternity, we were finally at Hawkins high senior prom. Robin went to talk to some people that she knew from band and Steve dragged me to the dance floor. While Steve was good at basketball, he wasn’t the greatest at dancing!

A slow song started playing and Steve took me in his arms while looking down at me with a loving smile.

“I can’t believe you said yes to go to the prom with me!”, I let out a scoff at that and Steve laughed.

“Well, I can’t believe you asked me!”, it was Steve’s turn to let out a scoff at my words.

“You know going on dates with you and learning to get to know you it really has helped me getting up the courage to ask you something”, I was smiling at Steve words while wondering what he was going to be asking.

“So, my question is would you like to be my girlfriend?”, Steve was looking nervous at the question.

“I am shocked that you even need to ask me this question! Of course, I want to be your girlfriend!”, Steve let out a soft ‘thank god’ and kissed me on the lips.

“You do know you will have to see Robin much more then, right?”, Steve laughed at that and nodded solemnly.

“I think we came to an agreement the both of us, she calls me dingus and I annoy her with my stupid hair”, I laughed at his response and started telling him that his hair wasn’t stupid when the music changed.

“Guys!!”, Robin came running towards us on the dance floor with several people glaring at her for pushing them.

“It’s our song! Well not yours dingus but it could also be yours!”, Steve looked like a happy puppy at these words and suddenly I heard the first words of the song.

“It is our song! It’s Running Up That Hill!”, I shook Steve a bit to make him understand and he started laughing.

The three of us started singing the song and as the night went on, I felt myself not being able to stop smiling. Robin and Steve were doing some ridiculous dancing on Lay all your love on me by ABBA and took me to the dance floor when Every breath you take came on to dance.

Safe to say it was the best night of our high school time.

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blackhakumen · 1 year

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Mini Fanfic #1039: Mistletoe Contest (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

Coming to you live from Smash Town's Mansion of Smash, comes the first and possibly only annuel.....MISTLETOE CONTEST !!!!!!

Yoshi: (Wearing a Black Tuxedo While Sitting Next to Dark Pit Behind an Anchor's Desk) Greetings, one and all, to our very special evening in the first day of December tonight! I am your host with the most, Yoshi. And here with me my partner in crime, DP.

Dark Pit: (Slouches his Head Down on the Top of his Hand With an Annoyed, Deadpinned Expression) I hate everything about this already....(Turns to Yoshi) What the hell made you think this was remotely a good idea?

Yoshi: Look, the idea just came straight to me alright? Plus, everyone been going under the Mistletoe a lot more often in the last two years, so I figured.....(Shrugs With a Bit of an Awkward Smile on his Face) Why not make a fun contest around it?

Dark Pit: (Raises an Eyebrow at Yoshi in Silence) ........................

Yoshi: ('Sighs') Okay, look, I know this is all a troublesome pain right now, but just like the announcer said: this is one time only contest. So once it's all over, we can never speak of it again and forget it ever come across our minds for the foreseeable future, okay?

Dark Pit: (Stares at Yoshi For Another Brief Second Before Sighing in Defeat) Alright, fine. (Starts Getting his Head Up From the Table Before Straightening Up the Tux He's Also Wearing) Let's get this over with already. (Points at Yoshi) You better take your words to heart on this, Dino Boy.

Yoshi: Yeah, yeah, I know. Now, perk up and explain the rules, will ya?

Dark Pit: (Rolls his Eyes as He Pick the Papers Up From the Desk In Front of Him) Uh-huh. Rules are more simple than you think. The pairs go up under to the Mistletoe and kiss one another till their heart's constant. Just do it straight to the point and keep it PG. I'm looking at you, moms. (Points at his Eyes With Two Fingers Before Pointing at his Two Moms Who Are Bpth Giggling a Tad Bit Nervously)

Yoshi: Alright, with that being said and done, let the contest commence. Oh and also, you guys in the audiences, can vote which performances would be your favorites woth a click or two on your phones. Other than that, let's start this off with one of the youngest sweethearts: Morgana and Lavenza.

Mona and Lavenza starts walking up under the Mistletoe while holding each other's hands.

Yoshi: These two lovebirds has been together for almost a year now. And fun fact: they actually started dating at Christmas morning last year. What a coincidence we're witnessing here, folks.

Lavenza happily gives her boyfriend a kiss on the cheek.

Dark Pit: And there goes the kiss from the young Velvet Girl. But what's this?

Morgana: (Takes a Deep Breath Before Muttering to Himself) No hesitation, Mona. You got this.

Dark Pit: Cat boy here starting to give himself a little pep and-

Yoshi: HOOOO MAMA!

Dark Pit: Right in the ears, man.

Yoshi: (Chuckles a Bit Awkwardly) Sorry. But look.

Dark Pit: (Turns to Sees Mona Places Two Hands onto Lavenza's Cheeks and Begins to Kiss her on the Lips as the Audience Starts 'Oooohing' at Them) Huh. Well, I'll be damned. He actually went for the lips. Lit.

Yoshi: Now that is some major confidence boost right there, folks!

Dark Pit: Yeah, I'm impressed.

The kiss itself Immediately makes the Velvet Girl blush and giggle bahfully as he dramatically falls herself into Mona's arms as he quickly catches her as the audience begins to cheer for two of them.

Lavenza: Oh Mona-Chan~

Morgana: (Already a Bit of a Blushing Messing) A-A-Are you okay, L-Lavenza?~

Lavenza: Okay? I've never been more exhilarated in my entire time!~ (Happily Hugs her Boyfriend) And I have you to thank for that, my dear~

Morgana: Yeah. D-Don't mentioned it. (Finally Begins to Walk Away With Lavenza in his Arms)

Futuba: (In the Crowd) Way to knock her out of her feet, Mona! Nyahahahahaha!~

Haru: (In the Crowd) My baby boy....he's growing up so fast!~

Yoshi: Alrighty, next up on the list is Ren Amamiya and Makoto Niijima. A pair of High school sweethearts still going strong to tis' day.

Dark Pit: One is a smart, caring mother like figure of almost every friend group she's apart of and the other is named Ren.

Ren: (Gives Dark Pit a Deadpinned Look on his Face While Standing Under the Mistletoe with Makoto) Gee, Love you too, Pitto.

Makoto: Ren, focus.

Ren: Right, right.

As they grab each other's hands, Ren and Makoto starts doing a little tango before the Queen starts spinning and dipping her man into her arms, giving him a kiss on the lips after that.

Audience: (Cheers and Applaud)

Yoshi: Wow, I gotta say. That has to be one of the most stylish Mistletoe Kiss yet.

Dark Pit: (Scoffs While Rolling his Eyes) Yeah. For a blatant showoff- Agh! (Immediately Gets a Rose Thrown at Him Before Glaring at the Culprit) Really!?

Ren: (Glares at Dark Pit While Holding a Bonquet of Roses) There's plenty more of that to come around, judge boy.

Dark Pit: (Immediately Gets Up From his Seat) Bring it then, rise boy! I ain't scared of you or your bonquet!

Makoto: Boys, stop this bickering at once. (Uses her Signature Cold Niijima Glare at Both Her Boyfriend and the Dark Angel) Or else......

Ren: Yes, ma'am.

Dark Pit: (Sits Back Down on his Seat) Won't happen again, ma'am.

Yoshi: Ha. You both got whipped-

Dark Pit: (Quickly Elbows Yoshi's Side Stomach) Do you forget we still have a contest to run?

Yoshi: (Winces in Pain) Right....(Tries Composing Himself by Clearing his Throat) Sorry about that. Anyways, next up is the lovely Destiny Island Trio stepping up to the plate. With Sora delivering kisses to two of his lovers.....

Dark Pit: ....And now they're returning the favor. (Sees Sora Happily Jump Up in the After Receiving the Kissses From his Girlfriend and Boyfriend While Screaming "Yeah!" As He Rolls his Eyes) A little too happy about it if you ask me.....

Yoshi: Hey, you'd be happy too if you received love and affection from two love partners on daily basis- Oh wait.

Dark Pit: ('Groans in Annoyance') Anyways, next up is Kirby, Viridi, and my idiot twin brother- agh! (Suddenly Gets Hit in the Face By a Snowball) What the......(Immediately Glares at the Culprit Responsible) Did you just threw a freaking snowball at me!?

Viridi: (Smirks at Dark Pit While Tossing a Snowball Up and Down) Well, duh! I'm the Goddess of Nature, bi- (Notices Kirby is Present) Uh....Jerkface!

Pit: Nice save, Vi.

Viridi: Thank you. (Turns and Grab Pit by the Collar Woth a Seductive Smirk on her Face) Now, pucker up, Angel Boi~ (Lowers Pit Down to Her Level and Kiss Him Lovingly on the Lips) ('Mmmmmmmmwah~')

Yoshi: And there she's off with a bang!

Dark Pit: Well, whaddya know? (Starts Smirking Teasingly) She didn't have to stand on her tippy toes to kiss him this time- Agh! (Gets Hit by a Snowball Again Before Growling and Glaring at Viridi Again) Enough with the snowballs already!!

Viridi: Hey, not my fault you're an easy target. Now, if you'll excuse us....(Turns to Kirby With a Smile) Ready, Kirby?

Kirby: Poyo!

As Kirby begins to sit down on the ground, Viridi uses her vines pillar to lift the pink ball up close to her and Pit's height level in order for the both of them to give him kisses on both sides of his cheeks, causing him giggle ticklishly and the crowd to cheer for them all.

Dark Pit: .......Okay, I'll admit. That's actually pretty cute.

Yoshi: Everything involving Kirby is automatically cute.

Dark Pit: True. (Turns Back to Yoshi) Who's next?

Yoshi: (Takes a Look at the List in Front of Him Before Looking Back at Dark Pit) Sonic and Amy. A guy who loves a speedy adventure and a girl who loves the Big Blue Blur himself.

Amy: (Starts Getting Nervous as She Sees the Audience Staring at her and Sonic) Oh gosh.....

Sonic: (Stretching his Arms and Legs Out) Getting cold feet there, Ames?

Amy: Kind of? I mean, I know we've done this multiple times already, but I've never thought we would ever do it in front of a crowd.....But you know what? (Clasps her Hands Together With a Fake Smile on her Face) It's fine. So what if people stare at us? Or that we're being judged on.the whole thing?

Sonic: Uhh....Amy?

Amy: I mean, it's not like it's gonna matter in the long run, right?

Sonic: Amyyyyy.

Amy: (Smile Slowly Starts Faulter into a Nervous Frown) Or that one tiny, little screw up is gonna to haunt the both of us for the rest of our lives Tull one of us kick the bucket......

Sonic: Amy

Amy: (Starts Grinning Very Awkwardly and Scaredly Now) But it's fine! It's fine! Really! I feel absolutely no pressure from it whatsoever. None. At. Allllllll-

Sonic: AMY!

Amy: (Immediately Comes Back to Reality as She Turns Back to Sonic) Yes, dear?

Sonic: (Takes a Deep Breath Before Gently Grabbing Both of his Girlfriend's Hands) Listen, I know I've said that you've been taking charge in our relationship a whole lot recently, but....how about I take the wheel for once, yeah?

Amy: I-I mean, sure, I gue-

Before she could try finishing that sentence, Sonic pulls Amy in for the most passionate kiss on the lips, he has given to her yet, much to the surprise of everyone else present in the same room. This, in it of itself, causes the pink, red dressed hedgehog to forget about the anxiety and worries about tonight's contest and instead let the kiss received from her loving boyfriend, over take her train of thought and making her legs wobble to the point where Sonic begins to pick her up from the ground she's standing on.

Sonic: So? How was that for a Mistletoe kiss?

Amy: (Completely Speechless) ....................

Sonic: I-It wasn't too much, was it? I mean, I know I'm not as nearly as romantic as you, but-

Amy: A-

Sonic: Hm?

Amy: A-A......Aaaaasa- (Eyes Begins to Sparkle Towards Sonic) Amazing~

Audience begins to cheer and applaud for the couple

Sonic: ('Sighs in Relief') Oh thank God you like it- I mean! (Quickly Waves his Quills Back in a Non-Calonte Manner) Yeah. ('Sniff') I know it is. But anyways....(Starts Looking For Something From his Coat Pocket) About we go back to your place for some hot coco? (Throws a Golden Ring to the Ground, Causing It to Grow Large and Create a Destination Portal in Front of Him and Amy) It'll be my treat.

Amy: Yeah. I love Hot Coco. (Starts Snuggling Up on Sonic's Shoulder) And you~

Sonic: (Chuckles Lightly as He Takes Himself and Amy into the Giant Ring, Disappearing Itself Within a Few Seconds) Love you too, Ames. I love you too.

Dark Pit: (Almost at a Loss For Words at What They Just Saw) Huh. Did not expect Sonic, of all people, to be that romantic.

Yoshi: He's been woth Amy for three or four years now, right? Maybe it got him to learn a thing or two about it overtime?

Dark Pit: It's possible. ('Sigh') But speaking of which, last and.....unfortunately not least, we have the final couple taking inner stage, Palutena and- (Suddenly Felt Something Tapping the Side of his Back Before He Turns to See a Shy Guy Staring at Him) What? What?

The Shy Guy gives DP a single piece of paper before running off.

Dark Pit: What the.....(Starts Reading the Paper Given to Him) Wait......(Eyes Begins to Widened at Each Word Written on the Letter) No way.......(Balls his Fist Up Together and Looks Up at the Ceiling Above Him) Oh thank you, merciful Goddess Mom, our eyes are saved!!

Yoshi: Why? What happened?

Dark Pit starts whispering in the green dinosaur's ears about what letter says. It didn't take long for his eyes to widened as well.

Yoshi: You're kidding.

Dark Pit: Nope. It's true. (Gives Yoshi the Letter to Read) Take a look at thos yourself.

Yoshi: (Starts Speed Reading the Letter as his Eyes Widens Again Before Finally Sighing in Relief) This really is a Christmas Miracle.....(Starts Clearing his Throat Before Turning Back at Audience) Uh....due to sudden circumstances, our last contestants has decided to dropout the competition at the very last second.

Dark Pit: Which means it's time to tally up the votes. (Turns to Yoshi) If you would?

Yoshi: Why, certainly. (Picks His Tablet Up From the Desk and Begins Counting the Votes Together) Okay. Coming in 3rd Place with 86 votes, are Ren and Makoto.......Second place with 96 votes are the Trio: Pit, Viridi, and Kirby.

Kirby: (Happily Cheers in Rejoice) Poyo!!~

Pit: (Raises his Fist Up in the Air in Rejoice as Well) I'm not dead last for something for once!~

Viridi: (Giggles Softly at How Cute her Two Boys Are Being)

Yoshi: And now, yhe 1st Place winner of the Mistletoe Contest are.......(Starts Looking Closy at the Votes Before His Eyes Starts to Widens Yet Again) Oh crap. Coming in at a whopping 225 votes is a tie between Mona X Lavenza and Sonic X Amy!

Morgana: (Eyes Widened in Complete Shock) We won!? (Happily Jumps and Pumps his Fists Up in the Air) We woooooon!!!~

Lavenza: (Smiles Brightly as She Happily Hugs Her Boyfriend in Glee) A tied match up, but still a victory nonetheless!~

Yoshi: Shy Guys, show 'em what they've won!!

Shy Guy: We don't have prizes for them to give.

All the contestants turn their faces at the two judges as Pitto Immediately starts to remember something.

Dark Pit: Ah shit. I knew we forgot something!

Yoshi: Uhhhh.....How about we all have a pizza, movie night party tomorrow? Our treat.

The Contestants: (Stares at the Duo For a Few Seconds Before Nodding in Agreement) Yeah, sure/ Okay./ We can do that. Better than nothing./ Mmhmm.

Sora: I like Pizza Parties.

Dark Pit: And there you have it, folks. Our first and only Mistletoe Contest of the year-

Yoshi: Waiwaiwait! Hold on a second!

Dark Pit: ('Groans') What now?

Yoshi: Before we end this off forever, there's still a very secret contestants that has yet participate.

Dark Pit: I'm sorry. (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) Secret contestants? The hell are you referring to-

??????: Ohhh Pitto-Kins?~

Dark Pit's eyes starts to widens as he turns back and forth to see his two girlfriends, Misako and Kyoko, standing on both sides of him wearing their respective colored lipsticks (Misako's Red and Kyoko's Hot Pink) while holding up a mistletoe of their own above the three of them. This in turn, causes the dark angel to slowly turns his head back at Yoshi with a glare on his face.

Dark Pit: You motherfucker.

Yoshi: (Immediately Holds his Hands Up in Front of Him) Hey, this was NOT my idea! They're the ones who wanted to keep it a secret till the end.

Kyoko: (Giggles Softly) It's true. We wanted it to make it a surprise~

Misako: (Smirks at her Dark Angel) And what better way to do that than to give our cute, brooding boyfriend all the love and kisses we can muster?~

Kyoko: (Starts Smirking at DP as Well) Ready to do this, honey-bun-

Dark Pit: (Immediately Gets Up From his Seat) Wait! (Starts Stretching his Arms and Legs Before Cracking his Neck a Little and Taking a Deep Breath) Okay, proceed-

Without any form of warning, Dark Pit immediately gets tackled down to the ground by his two girlfriends as he begins to receive cuddles and multiple kisses from the both of them.

Yoshi: And there you really have it, folks. The secret contestants are kissing the night away and the contest itself has finally come to a close. We, in the Smash Family, would like to thank you all for coming out tonight for this special event and hope you all a wonderful holidays afterwards. This is Yoshi, signing off.

Misako/Kyoko: We love you, Pitto-Kins!~

Dark Pit: Idiots!......I love you too......

Misako/Kyoko: (Mmmmmmwah'!~)

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thanidiel · 4 months

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Second-Guess

TW: predatory behavior, vague description of nonpenetrative sexual assault.

There are some things that you only realize well into one’s adulthood. Past the dozen-or-so pats on the back where you tell yourself, yes, you’ve certainly made it, and, yes, you are certainly stronger than you were just a year ago (now imagine twenty years ago). And, honestly, the more people I talk to - the more I realize that there’s a generous slice of that pie of whom only pick up the extracurriculars when they’re silver, and therefore forcibly alone.

Maybe there’s something good to my mix of forced-and-chosen aloneness in that. I have a whole lot of time to myself and my own thoughts that not many people get the privilege of having, at least without the underlying and ever-present dread that there’s something better they could be doing with their time. That doesn’t exist after you’ve walked back and forth for the last tick of the clock, plus those three and a half laps before mealtime, looking for something to do until you, or rather I, must surrender to the fact that there is really nothing else to earn my keep with so I really ought to just sit down on my ass and read my books.

I think the biggest breakthrough I’ve come upon through that came about five, maybe six, years ago. And it wasn’t very dramatic, nor as heady as those less hefty gates I was opening across the timespan of a foot to my height and several lines to my face. Honestly, it came on a little mutedly, like I caught it one day looking over from where I was sipping my morning tea. And instead of having this tumultuous leap of joy for myself like it were some signifier of my completeness; I felt tired. What did it matter for me to realize that now I know what a healthy life looks like, and feels like? Where was that wisdom when I was younger? I’m not a regretter (though I must admit that I live in the past in spite of all of my work to play the romantic), and I don’t agonize over my mistakes and what things could have been if they were not made - but I do wish that I dealt with certain people less.

I wish I dealt with Captain much less. I wish I had the sense to have told Bogrum and Khargol what happened. If there were anyone upon the Dunehound, after Erissalie who was dead at that point, who could easily throw social covenant to the very winds in the name of justice, then look no further than the Tumnosh twins. Not even Sai, sadly, I think would have found much to do about it aside from reminding me to not be alone with men. She knows the world, frankly, as disappointing. So how else is the world to behave aside from just that? We women have never been the best about that sort of thing; too pragmatic to go further past your collective sigh.

Of course, that wouldn’t have been an easy lesson for me to learn anyway as a child - that you aren’t supposed to be uncomfortable around anyone. Shy, yes. Awkward, to this day. Uncertain, certainly. But, uncomfortable? No, never. A child does not have much of a refined palate at all for the distinct notes of all of these different emotions; silly, silly, me, I should have paid more attention when Hakeesh was seasoning the fish heads.

But it is nice to occasionally indulge oneself in fantasy. I tend to flavor things that way whenever Captain breaches my thoughts, it’s a little less depressing when I can interrupt my morbid rumination of how lifelong and daily that business must have simmered with the image of a little girl, or a cockeyed teenager, or a young woman, all depending, possessing the power to walk away decisively. It’s nice to take those old memories and conjecture to what they could have been, if I did not have that back-and-forth constantly with myself.

And it really was constant. Every single moment that I spent with him - constant. There are no memories betwixt us in which I was not uncomfortable, in which I am not uncomfortable. Every laugh I gave, every ‘permission’ I readily revised to be as much - I was uncomfortable. But, worse than being uncomfortable, I told myself that it wasn’t that I was uncomfortable at all.

Instead, I was ‘nervous’, I so-labeled. I just didn’t understand his allure, which he clearly had in order to captain such a loyal crew (if not outright kine… perhaps in both meanings of the word in retrospect). I didn’t appreciate his spirit as I ought to; all of my friends respected him. Jhareem and him were so close, why was it that I was the only one who seemed to find some sort of fault in the man? Why was I the only one that innately, so quietly, crumpled at the very consideration of being alone with him, or having his eye upon me?

It must have meant that I was the one in the wrong, of course. Tale as old as time, sex, and power dynamics. The one with the more outward flaws, such as the unreliable narrative of a young girl with no life experience to her name, is the person at fault. Clearly, I was only so ‘nervous’ that even the most mundane of situations made me feel besieged and boarded. And because I was so wrong in my ‘nervousness’, I wanted to love him like everyone else too. I wanted to be grateful such an esteemed gentleman would ever care to check in on me at all.

So I accepted all of the little talks he’d catch me out in the open for (I could not justify not being able to offer just a handful of seconds), the touches that I told myself were similar to how he and Jhareem interacted (how many times could I see his hand on another’s shoulder?). And it would have been nice for me if the little daydreams of walking right past him, staring dead into his eyes when his palm cupped my skin with a firm jaw, set teeth, and a firm spirit, of knowing better than to have come to him that last night, were the truth of the matter.

Alas, fantasies are fantasies, wishes are poppy, and I never threw a good punch in those years anyway. Maybe if things went that way I’d be Verita the Toothless, instead of just Verita. I think I like the level of hospitality I receive by pure virtue of my looks, as it were.

In exchange, I suppose I must admit that there is a silent little roar of anger if you sift just right and just deep enough past my breast. I don’t often say that, it’s crude and a little pointless (multiplied by the time and distance of those times now), but there it is. I’m not fond that, twelve years later, my heart seems to deflate with paper-thin, transparent and slick, walls with the thought of him; the background of his heat running up my stomach like smith’s steel, the obligatory, numb, rolling of my wrist that seemed to last that entire night.

And I’m not fond that, twelve years later, I stare at yet another letter penned by him that I, morbidly, cannot manage to simply leave in the rubbish. All these years later, the lessons learned that I needed to learn - and yet we’ve both also learned too keenly that I am nothing if not a second-guesser. I’m curious about his, their, plans as much as I want to find them absolutely dull. I’m still intimidated as much as I still want to know what Na’jhareem saw in him that I couldn’t, and I’m still held back by those revisions, those forced moments where I thought to write his actions kindly within those murky waters.

No one else hugged me after what happened, or had the time for me to cry. It counts, in this animal sort of way, as much as it also counts for absolutely nothing. I know that, so I know the answer needs to be— “No.”— just like that. And from there, I’ll just walk away and forget about it. Slippery slopes, and whatnot. A means to an end is still a pretty shitty ride, all in— “...not now. Not yet.”— all— Hey, not like that.

#verita #writing

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magicinaframe-part2 · 7 months

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A Family Falls Apart

The family in question is named Miller and the family members are the main characters of a made-for-tv movie that debuted, here, in the U.S. on February 16, 1971 (information courtesy of the Internet Movie database).

The Miller family consists of mom, dad, and their two high school-age daughters, Denise (nicknamed Dennie), and Susan (nicknamed Suzie).

Dad, Ed Miller, works in an unspecified office and mom, Claire Miller, is a housewife. The family house, complete with a swimming pool in the back yard, is in a tidy, unassuming looking neigborhood in Los Angeles, California.

My title to this piece at Tumblr gives the movie's ending away, and I feel that I should explain why I have chosen to discuss MAYBE I'LL COME HOME IN THE SPRING. And what I am saying, here, continues my thinking in 'Let Us Stroll Down Memory Lane...Shall We?'

The beginning of this made-for-tv movie quickly presents a dramatic situation. Daughter Denise, played by Sally Field, has run away from home, for reasons not stated, and has thought about returning. From the way that the movie's script is written and directed, it's unclear as to whether or not Denise has actually communicated by telephone with her mother and father about returning -- or has repeatedly thought about a telephone conversation with her mom and dad in her mind. That uncertainty is cleared up during Denise's first day home, in a conversation with her sister.

MAYBE I'LL COME HOME IN THE SPRING's first sequence is an extended succession of scenes showing how Denise gets through a day: doing a lot of walking and hitch hiking, plus thinking about past events in her life. The past events involve her family, as well as her relationships with other runaways. There's one runaway, in particular, who she likes to think about -- a young man some years older than her, with whom she has been in a relationship.

This first sequence plays out in the space of some eight minutes and ends with Denise arriving back at her home on foot, late in the evening, deliberately staying outside at night in the back yard by the swimming pool, and, as the sun starts to rise, noiselessly moving inside and going up to her room, where she collapses onto her bed.

From the point of view of how the script is directed, shot, and edited, this is an impressive job by director Joseph Sargent.

The bulk of the plot plays out over a period of five days and details how the Miller family falls apart.

MAYBE I'LL COME HOME IN THE SPRING was conceived as a criticism of the divide between the two generations. Mom and dad are shown to be so rigid in their thinking and behavior that their two daughters have to separate from the family.

Mom and dad's friends -- their peer group -- are presented in a Friday night party sequence, roughly two-thirds of the way in the movie. They agree with how their friends parent their children.

The immediate neighbors on the block where the Miller house is located are never shown in the course of this 70-minute movie. They are never seen.

MAYBE I'LL COME HOME IN THE SPRING is another example of a movie that should be better known and thoroughly researched. It can be viewed at You Tube and is available on DVD. I recommend it to all movie lovers, here, at Tumblr.

-- Drew Simels

#Late 1960's-early 1970's movies

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icemaninvestments · 9 months

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IceMan Investments Update – New Season 2023/24

A new season is upon us, and IceMan has come up with some new selections to boost the portfolio. As ever we are looking for incremental year on year growth. IceMan is always punting for a purpose and will donate some of the inevitable profit to Anti-Fascist organisation Hope not Hate.

I always seems to be posting these updates against a dramatic political backdrop, I suppose that is just the reality of life since 2016. Trump has just been indicted (again), Putin continues his flailing Russian imperial project in Ukraine and closer to home Sunak is going to war in defence of ‘Motorists’. What a load of Bollix, what saddo actually identifies as a ‘Motorist’. I am a Husband, Father and Grandfather etc and well down the list, I am a bloke who sometimes drives a car. My interests as a ‘motorist’ are massively outweighed by my concern for pollution and the environment that will have a major impact on my children and grandchildren (and everybody else’s, even self-described ‘Motorists’).

Ok on with the Football.

Premiership, Arsenal without Man City 9/4

I was seriously going to give this league a miss this year. It is a great product on the pitch but the dodgy owners, too much money and hype mean I have fallen out of love with the Premiership. So, there is all that plus the fact I was struggling to come up with a betting angle, one of the IceMan rules is don’t force it, if there is not a good prospect, then walk away, don’t just take a position because it is ‘the big one‘ or you feel obliged to have an interest.

Then I was reminded of the without Man City market. Last year I had what in hindsight looked to be a ridiculously conservative bet on Arsenal top 6. This year I am being more ambitious and backing the Gunners to win the title without Man City, basically I pick up if Arsenal win or come second to City. The reason for the confidence is Arsenal will have learned a lot from last year’s campaign and they have have made some good additions to the squad, principally Declan Rice, a player about who I have mixed opinions, I don’t think I will ever forgive him for turning his back on the Republic of Ireland.

Championship Leicester City Promotion 13/8

I considered staying with last years selections Middlesbrough who made the play offs. I fully expect them to be there or thereabouts this year, however I am hoping for a team that might snatch an automatic promotion place. This makes consideration of the relegated premiership sides a must, of those, I feel Leicester are best placed to make a quick return. There are negatives, an untested manager, the sale of some of their most talented players and hoping there is not too much of a hangover following a disappointing premiership season. Recruitment so far has been solid rather than spectacular. Having said all that, they do have a massive operating budget and a good depth to their squad. they will be able to make more acquisitions both now and in the January window. They have not been missed in the market , Ideally, I would have liked a better price, however a winning shortie is better than longer priced loser.

League one – Bolton promotion 11/4

Once more, I did consider last year’s pick Peterborough, who gave a decent account of themselves by making the play offs. Expect them to be in the shake out again. It was difficult to overlook the claims of Bolton. This team has improved incrementally each season under Ian Evatt and made the play offs last season. Ironically their success in the EFL Trophy was a distraction that may have cost them promotion last term. Very optimistic they can go one better this season.

League Two Stockport 5/4 and MK Dons 11/4 both for promotion

Very much against my usual MO I am going in two handed here. As ever I considered last year’s picks Mansfield, but not for long, they are always fancied but have proved to be perennial under achievers. A more tempting throwback to last year would be to rejoin the Wrexham bandwagon and their push for back to back promotions. Their Hollywood profile now means they have been found in the market and hold little appeal at current odds. A very good alternative is Stockport who are tested at this level and were very unlucky not to be promoted last year, missing out in the play-off final after making a bold promotion push following a slow start to the campaign. They have retained the core of that squad and made some smart additions like Nick Powell who has been successful at higher levels. Price is a little skinny but is a fair reflection of their chances. The other play in this division is MK Dons, like most football fans I dislike this club immensely due to their historical foundations when they pulled some US franchise nonsense to move what was Wimbledon FC to Milton Keynes. Anyways, IceMan don’t do emotional on sports investments. This side look the best of the relegated teams and if impressive boss Graham Alexander can get them to click, they represent decent value in the promotion market.

National League Chesterfield 6/4 and Gateshead 25/1 Promotion

Ok so much for my normal MO I am going in two handed again in a league that has been a happy hunting ground over the years. First up is the obvious and unavoidable Chesterfield. They are the market leaders for a reason. They were beaten in last year’s play off final and the division looks easier this time around following the promotions of Wrexham and Notts County. Manager Paul Cook normally operates at a higher level than this. He has added to an already strong squad and I am hoping they can secure the automatic promotion slot, but taking the insurance of having the play offs as a safety net.

The second tip is more adventurous as with the exception of Chesterfield, I feel the league has a very open look. Gateshead look a bit overpriced at 25/1. They are a solid unit and have had a good pre-season. They need a massive step up in form to challenge for the play offs but that is why they are priced 25/1.

Scottish Premiership - Aberdeen without Celtic/Rangers 9/5

Regrettably I can’t find a Celtic angle, it would be great if my financial and emotional interests aligned but this is not the year. Therefore, I am sticking with last years pick Aberdeen. Such was their improvement under Barry Robson that I can only get about half last year’s odds on this selection. They have a great forward line and look set to outgun Hibs and Hearts. Go on The Sheep.

Scottish Championship - Dundee United 11/8 to win the league.

So, we visit the City of Jute again. last year Dundee done us a favour and this year we hope their city rivals Dundee United can do the same. Not gone unnoticed to me that United have issued a new third kit that gives a nod to their Irish heritage, as they were founded as Dundee Harps. Like Dundee, United are hoping to rebound after a poor premiership season that ended in relegation. The case for United is the same as Dundee last year, they should just have enough class and depth in their squad to be successful at this level. A twist on this position is that United Manager Jim Goodwin was Aberdeen boss last year and was a big reason why I tipped them, however he had a shocking time and ended up getting sacked, they only improved after his departure. I still rate him as a manager, and he is an Irishman. (Not that any sentiment comes into it).

Scottish League One Hamilton Academicals 5/2 to win the league

We are backing one of the best sounding names in Scottish football, and there are many. Like Leicester, MK Dons and Dundee United I am getting involved with a relegated side again. There are always worries that last year’s poor form and losing habits can continue into the new season. I am less concerned in this case than some of the others as The Accies have made some good additions to the squad and have performed well in pre-season. Falkirk look an obvious danger, but they always seem to find a couple of sides too good for them and have become regular under achievers.

Scottish League Two - Stenhousemuir to win 6/1 each way

I am rolling the dice again on Stenny. Last year they were underwhelming finished in sixth place. They trade at 6/1 rather than the 9/2 I took last year and that looks good value in a very competitive division. The reasons to be optimistic are an uptick in results following the appointment of Gary Naysmith last January. The club have also been busy adding some useful new additions to the squad. Hopefully they change it up and at least make the top 3. Go Warriors

Bundesliga - Union Berlin top 4 11/4

I always have a look at the top European leagues in search of a bit of value. There was nothing in the Spanish or Italian markets to whet my appetite. The German Bundesliga looks to offer some value with Union Berlin to make the top 4. A negative is that they will have to contend with playing Champions League games this season which could stretch the squad, however they did go quite deep in the Europa league last season while managing a 4th place finish. On a positive, Bayern and Dortmund should take the top two places and with all due respect to Monchengladbach and Freiburg. I believe this leaves Union, Leipzig , Frankfurt and Leverkusen to fight over the two remaining slots. I think 11/4 represents a good price as Unions close rivals have all lost some serious scoring talent.

An Oldie

Politics Lab/Lib Coalition 7/1

This is still a ‘live ‘position’ and the current cash out exactly matches my stake so no change in the odds. I will keep this open, however personally I don’t expect a formal coalition even if Lab come up a bit shy of an overall majority. Then again, I said no chance of Brexit or Trump winning in 2016, so what do I know.

There is a part of me that would quite like the Lib Dems to have some leverage on Labour as I reckon i Anyways, let’s get these Tory feckers out. It will help Lab take stronger positions on better relations with EU and proportional representation.

So that is it, the money has been placed in the market. I can sit back and enjoy the ride.

IceMan Investment Portfolio – Punting for a Purpose

Smash the Fash

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oldgooddaysoldgooddays · 1 year

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“How do you keep them in the theater after they cum?”, asks a pornographer in Boogie Nights. I watch the movie in honour of N, it’s her favourite. Plus I am trying to watch a “classic” film every night. I remember I made a New Years Resolution on the brink of 2022 to consume a little more, and make a little less, art. And also - the kicker I can never abide by - feel okay about it. I deliberately forgot the resolution because I am not in the business of failure, and forgetting is different from failure. Right now, though, with this new and mysterious interest in film partnered with my slow approach to music creation and the fact my studio is half gutted by a giant stage, I am about breaking even. I consume as much as I exude. Whence this moral idea I have about always forcing art into the world before enjoying somebody else’s? N and I FaceTime in the late afternoon and struggle to talk one other out of our self-loathing. If we could only gas ourselves up the way we gas up the depressed men in our lives, we would be golden. N compliments me on my ability to cut ties with those who don’t make me feel good. It’s true, I’m good at that. I might be too good at that. The two kinds of people on planet earth are those who build their personal moats too early and those who build them too late. I am lucky to have N, who does nothing except make me feel good, laugh, read. She, like few other women in my life, often knows the American men I like to date. She often expertly compiles a dossier, complete with complimentary data if I am enjoying myself, and red flags if I’m not. If I bring anything to the table, it’s perhaps my objective detachment from various social circles she inhabits. I can offer clarity unburdened by allegiance. I also know her worth better than she does. I will continue to bully her into loving herself Prior to the FaceTime I get a massage, scoring Belle as my masseuse, who is the best in the Islington deep tissue business. She digs into the tendons around my armpit and I tip her 50%, cramming notes into the awkward rectangular named tip boxes at the front desk. Before that, I turn down one group show and one charity auction (which makes me sound like a monster), make a note to donate directly to the charity. I do this walking from coffee with V who came to see the progress in my house, now about 68% finished. Before looking at the house I do Pilates with the same broody yet elegant Kazakh who gave me my assessment. While softly spoken, he never hesitates to make dramatic claims about the human body. When I twist my foot during a floor exercise he tells me if I continue to do this it will crush all my organs. He tells me my life does not have to be about pushing through physical pain. He makes severe eye contact and says “I know what pain is”. By the end I like him a lot. I tell V it’s far more rewarding winning over somebody stony than someone who gives their kindness away cheaply, and she laughs at me in the way she does when I decide to live life on hard-mode

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the-gift-of-submission · 1 year

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Inside a Submissives Soul -

Dear Diary -

Finally the five days without him have passed, lots of ups and downs for us both. I now get to spend a full week plus a couple of days with him. Friday pick up, all ready to go once I've freshened up after I've got in after work, so happy to see him and know we get to spend upcoming time together. I give him the biggest of hugs and love filled kiss, I've missed him so very much, the feeling is mutual by his response.

We are staying local for the night as I want to view a house that has sentimental value to me. My late grandmother's house, she passed eighteen months ago now, she is the one I take fresh flowers to. The house sold approximately a year ago, with it, my whole life that was her and my first home. I often said it was my sanctuary, which is was but he said something a while back that made me see it wasn't about the house, it was all about her, she was my sanctuary, my safe haven. Life is so difficult without her, the pain of the monumental loss is still as great as it was the day she passed even though we new it was coming for momths, sometimes the pain feels greater as the time since I last saw her is getting further and further away. I hate it. I just want her back, I miss her so damn much.

So we visit the house, it's changed, I know it is still the same house, I can see it there but it has been modernised and refurbished quite dramatically. I know when I touch the pillar stones at the end of the front garden that has now been converted into a driveway that the 'ye ole faithful' character is still there hidden away under this new look. I can still see parts of 'home' hidden away all over the property. In the back garden, I saw a familiar face, I rubbed my fingers together making kisses noises and he looked straight at me. It took a few minutes but as soon as he realised he came down along the wall for a fuss, a neighbours furry companion that would sit in the front garden with me for a stroke as I sat having a cigarette in the door step. It felt so good to reacquaint. As emotional as it felt to see and explore the changes, I needed to see it, I needed to do this for me. There is so much I could talk about on this subject alone, maybe one day, we shall see. For now, it needs to settle in my soul for a while.

So our holiday together begins, we head up along the east coast to the industrial spot on the shoreline, we have stayed at a few times now, I love it here. We picked up food on the way and we park up in a nice spot to chill for the night. When the sun goes down, we have a play, he is a tease and he knows it. All the better to keep me keen with I guess. In the morning, before we head to his parents to get freshened up, I have a wonder over to the lighthouse area, I hadn't actually walked up and along the point so I took the opportunity. A fairly large ship was making it's way into port, he stood behind me holding know my hips as I stood higher on the side to take a photo or two. Then he took me for a short walk to watch it from the side, you could see a seal bobbing up and down in and out of the water, cute! All was cool to watch, I've seen a few boats and ships come in and out of the harbour. One time we stayed with friends here and there were dolphins playing in the distance, we managed to capture some of it on film, I felt lucky to be able to see such a thing in reality.

We head off to his parents to get freshened up and have some dinner before we set off again. He is taking me on a little road trip to Scotland which I am really looking forward to! I haven't been, considering I live in England you'd think I'd have been there by now. Better late than never and I'm so glad I am seeing it with him. He is starting us at a place he lived in for a few years, he has fond memories here and it holds a great deal of sentimental value for him. Again, I feel honoured for him to be sharing this with me. We get to the border and I get out to take a photo or two, however it's dark and you can't see much. He tells me just to the side of us is the sea and some beautiful scenery, it's pitch black and in some parts quite foggy. We laugh that the view is stunning, hopefully I can see it all sometime soon in the daylight. We pass a power plant which is stood on its own all lit up, his dad had influence over its creation I believe, his expertise was needed on the construction. It is impressive, anything like this is, many things like this and many other things too. I am in awe of the experiences he has had, his parents too, what a wonderful life to have lived so far, maybe I will be able to share the odd things as time goes on. There's so much going on, so much that has gone on, I can't keep track.

He gets us parked up on the hillside cliff over looking the sea, the beach and the town for the night. Can't see much but pretty lights of the local houses etc, I can hear the sea but hard to see in the dark, you can hear the whistling wind and the waves crashing along the shore line. I can't wait to see everything tomorrow, it's going to be a great day! We wake to have our usual morning wake up call of me spending some time giving him oral. I very much enjoy giving and I know he enjoys receiving such a thing too. On getting up to get sorted, we have breakfast consisting of fruit and yogurt. We have this quite abit, it is very nice, refreshing too, sometimes with abit of granola ontop for the crunch, it adds just the right amount of texture.

We step out of the van, it's overcast ahead but it's a nice day and the scenery is just beautiful. Can see for miles around long the coastline and out to see, it is really something. He takes me for a wander down the grassed cliff the follows along the shore line, we are still quite a way up from the beach and see, it's like countryside by the sea. I stand for a moment or two to take in the view, he seems content and alittle emotional, this place means a great deal to him I can feel that from him. After a moment or two together, the view of the scenery and us just being in eachothers company, hand in hand followed by a cuddle and a kiss, we go back to the van. We tidy up and are ready to go.

He takes me for a short drive around the town first showing me houses he has lived in, the school and places he would hang out at in the town. He talked about playing football with Rod Stewart and that he was a dirty footballer, Rod that is, not him. He has watched many famous bands, singers in the town as well. We parked up and had a walk through the streets, a look in a couple of quirky shops, down to the beach on the opposite side of where we stayed, we sat on a bench on the flat grassed area, the sandy beach right infront of us followed by the sea. The sun shining, it was beautiful, so peaceful, it felt like where home could be. From there we walked around to the harbour, as harbours goes it was pleasantly cute. He took me around the outside, on the outside you have the sea, on the innerside you have the boat yard. He said this was an outdoor swimming pool they used during the summer, we went down and sat on the rocks he once sat on as a teenager. I got a lovely photo of him in the process. He continued telling me stories of being told off for being silly around the pool, told to clear off but he and friends would be back again in a few hours or the next day. All good fun, nothing serious, just alittle cheeky. We continued down a small path crossing the rocks out to the point, furthest out you could go safely. It was so lovely, beautiful infact. Would be so wonderful to live here. On our way back around, he stopped in the tourist centre for tea, coffee and cake before heading back to the van. We popped into a local sweet shop on the way and picked up some sweets, he got some bon bons, I got some pips, fizzy cherry cola bottles and fudge. He had a good chat with the lady who owns the shop, reminiscing about the area, really made me smile to see and hear, it did him too. Really great to spend time seeing part of his world, I'm honoured he has shared such a thing with me, I would love to come back here for regular visits.

We got ourselves back in the van, we make our way to a camp site with van hook up facilities for the night near Edinburgh as he would like to take me out for the following day there. It's dark when we arrive but we get hooked up and settled in. I'm a happy bunny because they have showers on site so I can wash and dry my hair without using all the resources on the van, bonus! We have a wander to the pub, they are only serving food to booked customers so we just have a drink. We talk about alsorts, he is alittle emotional at one point too, he has so much going on in his head, I wish I knew how I could help. We go get ourselves settled in the van for the night after sorting ourselves some food for dinner.

Each night he has played with me, I have entered subspace a couple of times. I am in a happy place at the moment even with some things in the background, certain emotions are settling but I am aware they will pop up time to time. I am watching him closely even though he seems OK, as he tells me so, I am not completely convinced. There are things going on for him and I won't pry but I am here should he feel he can tell me. I am experiencing my sexuality on a deeper level when it comes to climaxes. I can release on demand, I am feeling particular types, lengths, depths and I am unable to control or understand. I can wind up very easily but I can't wind down, it takes a huge amount of time. I am just working on letting them flow. He will be able to guide me through them bit by bit, he does with much of things. I am noticing traits and what pops my cork within my submissive nature. Still a long way to go. It is all a journey I have longed to experience and now I get to with someone I truly love very deeply.

In the morning we get up, get ready and head off into Edinburgh. Getting off the bus by a small church he takes me down the stairs by it, it's all split level and there are shops beneath the building. The grave yard looks pretty and well kept, he takes me into a cafe for tea, coffee and cake. There are tables set outside where you can sit by the dead, which sounds weird but I actually thought I was quite nice, warming to the heart and soul, these people may have been forgotten about but they are never alone. He takes me for a wander down the main road, the park on the right of us, if you look up you can see the Castle, we are making our way round to it. We stopped the Scott monument, it looks amazing, looks very gothic, it looks fantastic lit up at night. We continue on, we have a look in the odd, quirky shops on the way, there are great places I want to come back to. We stop for a drink in a pub he likes, as we head closer to the castle there are people circling a showman, he seems to be enjoying himself with everyone, nice to see. In the distance you can hear the fair sound of bagpipes, getting louder the closer we get. On the ground there is a heart built in the stone work, it is something people spit on for luck? I may have got that wrong but I'm sure thats what he said. We stop at a plaque on the wall of a building and on the ground, it marks the last public execution, how awfully grim. Just over the road is the Scotsman playing the bagpipes, such a skilled talent to be able to play them. Further up is the castle, its busy and too late for us to go inside but the view is spectacular, you can see for miles all around. I bet it looks gorgeous at night with the city all lit up. We were going to go in the Camera Obscura and World of Illusions but they were booked up until 6pm, by then it'd be too dark to see things. Will be better to see it all in the daylight first, hopefully next time. We walk back into the main part of the city, lots to see, stopping for a drink here and there before heading back to the site we are staying at. We decide to stay another night, makes things easier in regards to being able to stop and park for the night. I must say, what a beautiful city Edinburgh is. I am not a city person but this is a city I could call home. The architecture of the buildings throughout are a breathtakingly wondrous sight. The split levels and the street designs are eye-catchingly wonderful too. Can't wait to come back, just wow.

Only in Scotland for a couple of days but I loved every moment there and with him. I know I've barely seen it, merely scratched the surface but I asked him if we could live there. I definitely feels like home. I got to see everything I would have seen on the way up if it hadn't have been dark. It's probably the prettiest coastline of the UK, all down the east side. We stop at the border, I get some photos in the daylight. He stands on the Scotland side of the wall with me on the England, he leans over and kisses me. I have officially been kissed from another country, how romanticly special. I asked if I could get my phone out to take a photo of our shadows merging over the wall. For me it's a great photograph, to be fair, any with him in are. Something else of him to make me smile. We visit Bamburgh, another beautifully pretty coastal village have dinner and rest up for the evening. We walk down to the beach , the castle there from every angle looks amazingly wonderful. I took a photo of it with a rainbow over it, what a shot. On our way back up walking through the sandy grassland we come to a Kissing Gate. I didn't know thats what they called it until he told me to come back, he stayed over the other side and said to kiss him. Again, how romanticly special, I feel so lucky. We stop in the local hotel-pub for a drink and dinner which was very nice. Whilst having dessert after a light dinner, he is pouring my tea which I have noticed quite a lot, I ask him about it. It is a form of ceremonial etiquette for him as well as polite, such a gentleman. Once again I feel special.

We head down to his parents to switch the van for his dad's car before running me back to my home town for a doctors appointment where I needed to have my implant removed. I had a coil inserted 10 days ago, that was not fun but next thing to try as the implant has been in a year and my hormones haven't settled. I have felt emotional since having it out, one I have had a reaction to the anesthetic and two, memories and a couple of thoughts bumbling around in my head, I am trying to ignore them. I feel emotional. We go back up and have a lovely evening dinner with his parents, they're such wonderful people. I bought them some wine and flowers to thank them for being so kind to me. His mum bought me a cute Fluffy jumper, scarf, long hot water bottle and socks to keep me warm in the van as the winter months set in. She had welcomed me with a hug a couple of times. I really like his parents, they are very very nice, real and pleasant is a good mix. They always make such a lovely effort.

We fell asleep quite quickly that night, both quite tired, however he has been driving everywhere so can imagine it has its affects later, bless him. I slept till my alarm went off at 9am. Was supposed to be up and out as he is taking me to the metro centre for midday ish, ended up being 3 hours behind as I snoozed alittle longer and had a banging headache. I woke to a message on my social media from a brother via my biological father who has reached out to me I assume after realising he has 2 sisters. I will find out whether there is an alternative agenda at some point I am sure if that is the case. I am always very skeptical of people, however, I am more than happy to be a sister to him or at the very least a friend if that's what he would like. I am also happy to just give him information about anything regarding me and my sister as well as our Biodad. I feel swamped with emotion that I know I am suppressing. I know I don't want to spoil a good week, having all this time with him has been more than just a blessing, it has been a dream come true. I wouldn't change it for anything. I know it know is back to reality Sunday night ready for a week of work without him here with me but I have him moving in with me very soon. I can say within 3 weeks, we will be starting the next part of our journey together. It all feels very surreal.

The Metro Centre is huge I must say, I though Meadow Hall was big but it looks like a baby brother compared. Walks and talks as we look around, he is disappointed as since Covid many stores have had to close down so lots of boarded empty spaces. I still enjoyed it, there were plenty of places still open and we had a nice time at least. We travel north for a Halloween evening the following night, we arrive with pizza and share it with a dear friend of his. A friend of mine now too I think, she is really awesome, love her to bits already. It is damp and cold but we stay fairly snug in the van. The following day we chill and get ourselves ready later on for the Halloween party. He has a red and black over robe with a skull mask and some bone prop gloves with long skeleton fingers which I seems to really enjoy, I am highly amused by his like of them, they're pretty cool. I have been given a choice of outfits by his aunt, she has loads, so she had loaded me some. I go with a witchy goth fairy look, which works well. This is my first Halloween party in maybe 15 years? It's not something I do because it makes me anxious but tonight I make an exception, change, growth and most of all, experiences. We have a really great night, abit of food, drinks and lots of dancing. After the bands he had a mini dance off to Baggy Trousers with another bloke, was really lively and fun, made me really smile. I love the way he dances with me, I really love being so close with him in this way, our connection feels all the more stronger. Next year I want to plan in advance an outfit and make the most of it for sure.

After getting back to the van, he was quite emotional and his state of mind I have seen before. He wasn't drunk but alcohol certainly influences it. I know he hides his insecurities about us being together, I do too but I know I want him, I am always telling myself he wants me too despite my own insecurities. He tells me I'm beautiful, with or without make up. This is what started it, I was getting undressed and he said my black eyes were working for him so I put on red lipstick as well to tease him as I know this makes him tick too. I had black lip liner and a darker red lipstick than he usually preferred but he still melted, he said as much. He compliments my body, he shed a tear or two in that I would do, and do do things for him. Of course, I want to, he makes me feel good about myself and I am letting parts of me out that I have suppressed for so long because I never had the confidence to show that side of me. I have never been encouraged to do so and when I have been, I got knocked back. He says he is blessed. I am too.

I am about to brush my teeth after removing my makeup and getting out of my underwear and covering myself with my big fleecy snug jumper. I give him a kiss, it was like a peck kiss, I can't remember what was said before hand but it was something that made me abit crappy about things. I have abit of family drama going on and he is trying to support me with the little information and knowledge he has about them but he stopped me in my tracks telling me he never wants to be kissed like that and asked if I want to be kissed like that and kisses me back the same way. I say no. He says our kisses will always have meaning, have purpose. He is right. I will make sure I show him that too. His Dominant side is quite strong, I am aware of it and that little bit of, I wouldn't say fear but it's almost like caution resides in me. He tells me up on the bed, I do. He has the electric toothbrush in his hand. I am on my back, he opens my legs and starts to sit it on my butron. It is so intense I can barely bear it and tell him I can't, he tells me he doesn't want to hear it and I am to cum. I can't, it's just too much even when I push through it. He pushes me abit further but I can't measure up to his expectation, he stops and tells me I have a minute and begins to caress me with his tongue. I climax on the last 20 seconds. He tells me it is time for bed.

The next day is the last day of Goth weekend in a town on the coast which he suggested. It is also the last day of our week and a couple of days together. I also have an outfit planned with his assistance. A red puffed sleeve romance maiden top, a pinstripe corset top to go over it, black denim ripped shorts with red tights underneath, patterned tights over the top of the red tights, a pair of goth punk platform boots and a black choker. He kitted me out and on our look about he picked up some chains to use for my boots and for other accessories. I put on makeup last night and today, I'm not good at makeup and rarely wear any as a result, I seem to get anxious when putting it on and my awkward combination skin just causes me stress when the makeup won't settle on my skin, but this weekend was perfect for any questionable look. We got plenty of photos the night before and whilst at goth weekend, he took some of me. I felt good, I felt abit of my suppressed self breathing openly. I've always had an inner goth but I have never let it out, not much and very rarely. Now I can let this part of me out, he is encouraging me to be able to. We spent time wandering around checking out all the alternative wear shops, we stopped for a warm drink and cake a couple of times and then continued on until it was time to leave to head back to reality.

This weekend has been interesting when he has played with me. We aren't doing much in the way of b.d s.m as we have so much going on but the foundation is there, the desire to play, the need and want to be either as we are or to bring kink into our sessions together. I have given him my collar a few times here and there for him to place on me and he does. When it is to come off I always ask him to do it. I have noticed a change in me again and he has too. Something has changed within my orgasms again. The last couple of nights I have felt the need to release myself, to squirt, I can feel it sitting in me, it's as deep as the internal ache and throb I get with my biggest of orgasms. The night before the last, I had a big one building that was causing me distress to the point of I felt I couldn't function. It impacted me inside subspace and I had no control over my body, it shakes, it ceases and I know he is there trying to calm me, I am listening to him, I am just unable to control myself and the build I feel. Eventually I am able to release, I make a puddle. Even though I am calmer, my body is still responding and going back into overdrive. I don't know what is happening to me and why it happens but it is. The following night I have the same issue, it makes me emotional and he tells me he knows my change now, my orgasms and squirting are more apparent, they are new to me and intense as a result. I am emotional by this point. He tells me I am unable to control things inside subspace, I feel like I am disappointing him in some way and I am doing something wrong. He says that isn't the case, he is holding me close as he does. I feel my inner despair and turmoil, it is filling me with darkness, I know I will freak if I let it consume me. I tell him I need him to spank me. He does, I feel an immediate release in my tension, it doesn't hurt, I just feel like stress is leaving my body, my mind, my heart and my soul. I needed it. He helps me with every impact, he doesn't do it for long. I am OK before long.

I have so much to explore on my journey, with and without him although the majority will be with him, when I say without him it is something that is perhaps part of the future which we have talked about a number of times. I don't want or need anyone else in play, certainly not sexuality and I get very emotional when it is even mentioned by him. So far everything we have explored I am feeling very much into. There are some things I completely pop to and I know he will help my explore more of those parts. In respect to everything else, I will try anything twice because you never quite know the first time. We are to live together in less than 3 weeks now, it will be very interesting to see how things go for us both, it will for sure be a massive learning curve because we are very early on in our relationship. We are not only in a D/S relationship, we are a full partnership. I want this to work more than anything, I am madly, soul deeply in love with him.

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Heading Home from School

[Charlie]

Charlie finished his first day teaching officially and he felt rather happy about it. He was heading home and trying to think of what he wanted to make for dinner as he recalled Hope’s words. He tried to figure out where the library was and walked inside.

[Josh]

Josh looked toward the entrance before seeing Charlie. “Oh hi Charlie.” He smiled as he waved. “If you are looking for Henry he isn’t here. I just wanted to come home for the weekend.”

[Charlie]

“I am not looking for Henry. I uh…I was actually looking for you because your parents are like…staring at me…it’s weird. I want to look for some books that I can use to learn more about the history of E’s and stuff I should know about.”

[Josh]

Josh looked at his parents and blushed. “Mom, dad go…dust a book or something.” He said before taking Charlie’s hand and leading him away from them. “Books about E’s? Sure. Which one? The one about the camp or more in depth?”

[Charlie]

He watched as the parents quickly moved to look like they were doing something before feeling Josh taking his hand. “I um..both? I just need to know as much as I can so I don’t look stupid. I am trying to learn more since I wasn’t taught much at school about E’s.”

[Josh]

“Oh okay.” He says as he grabs some books. “Okay well here is the one on the formation of the camp, oh and one about the first E’s, and this one is about the laws. Most of them your dad made. Oh and then this one is about them snapping. It’s my favorite.” He smiled as he handed the books to him.

[Charlie]

Charlie thought he saw a flash out of the corner of his eyes but he ignored it as they arrived. He took the books in his hands before hearing Josh’s last book. “What? Why would that be your favorite? That’s when you have to kill them.”

[Josh]

“Oh no, it’s the best written. The author is super in-depth and he really makes you feel like you are there. I think everyone should read it. People would be so much nicer to the E’s if they knew what they had to go through.”

[Charlie]

“Oh that’s why you like it. Yeah I think that would be good for me to read then.” He says before seeing another flash and looking up to see someone taking pictures. “Do people always…take pictures of you here?”

[Josh]

Josh looked around and saw the pictures. “Ah no, it’s probably because you are here. It’s not everyday a Royal comes into town and goes to our library.” He teased, smiling. “I am sure my parents would close the library if you want to be alone?”

[Charlie]

“What? Oh…No, I was just thinking about if people make the wrong type of headlines again. I know how Henry can be, I mean I saw how he reacted when we first met you so…I don’t want to cause any trouble or anything. Plus I have a boyfriend…we had a fight though so…”

[Josh]

Josh rolled his eyes as Charlie mentioned Henry. “Yeah well, I don’t really care at this point. Henry is over dramatic and if he thinks that I am cheating again, there’s no point in us being together.”

[Charlie]

“Oh so then you two broke up? I mean…that sort of runs in our family in a sense so that’s where his worry comes from. Sometimes it isn’t thinking someone is cheating it’s usually someone who is insecure in themselves and doesn’t think they deserve you. It’s the fear of not being good enough and knowing Henry, he always has that fear because of his family. I mean, he is basically the perfect child so disappointing people is something that always makes him over-think and causes his anxiety to act up. It’s a matter of him thinking one day you will wake up and realize you can and deserve better than him.”

[Josh]

“No, he is just running from our problems again.” He sighed before listening to Charlie. “I know that, but as I told him the last time this happened, he needs to communicate and not turn into a giant asshole. And that’s not…it’s not even the…I am just giving him time to breathe. When he is ready to talk like a normal person we can do that. But I am not going to let him act like an asshole because he is jealous. I am the one that has to see everyone at our school fawn over him, but I trust him. Honestly, the way he acts makes me think I should trust him less.”

[Charlie]

“Have you met his father? He isn’t someone to lay how he feels on a table in front of him. Zach wasn’t really the nicest person when he first came to the family either. It took my sister to turn him into someone who was a normal person. He doesn’t handle jealousy the same way other people do. He doesn’t notice the other people because his eyes are only on you.” He tells him. “Sometimes he just needs to be told to talk about his feelings because it’s okay to feel a certain way. He tends to forget that.”

[Josh]

“Yeah well I am too mad to be the bigger person right now.” He says before sighing. “Anyway, is that all you needed?” He asked, wanting to change the subject.

[Charlie]

“Yeah that is understandable but knowing him he is probably just sulking and thinking about everything that could possibly go wrong. Has he been taking his medication for that by the way? That might help fix or at least minimize the whole jealousy problem.”

[Josh]

“Yes, I might be mad at him but I text him everyday and every night to take his medicine. That’s all I say…but I still say it. I do care about him. I just want to shake some sense into him.”

[Charlie]

“Well the other you could probably do that but I don’t think that would end very well so it’s best to just let him wallow in his own self despair for a bit. He doesn’t operate like everyone else does.”

[Josh]

“I know. He is frustrating and amazing. He makes me angry, but I love him. And that makes me angrier.” He laughed before shaking his head. “Anyway, back to the books.”

[Charlie]

“Right, I uh..so how does this work? Because we just take the ones from the castle and then bring them back whenever. Is there like a policy on that here?” He asks as he puts the books into a basket he saw. “Are those the only books in this section or what else is there?”

[Josh]

“Oh gosh no, there’s a whole section.” He said before pointing to it. “You can check out as many as you want and you have a week to bring them back. But I am sure my parents will overlook that for you.”

[Charlie]

Charlie was about to say something before someone pushed into him causing him to put his arm out next to Josh’s face so he didn’t fall into him. “Sorry fucking asshole.” He mumbled before moving back. “What is your policy on murder in the library is it frowned upon?”

[Josh]

Josh caught the books before looking at Charlie. He just smiled as he shook his head. “Pretty sure it’s against the law everywhere. But your dad did make that, so I am sure it doesn’t apply to you.” He teased as he handed the books back.

[Charlie]

“He made a rule about not murdering people when he goes around and…yeah seems like he would do something like that actually.” He says before taking back the books and adding them to the basket next to him. “Well thanks for the books. I think I will start with these for now. A week? I have only a week to read them all?”

[Josh]

“Like I said, the second you walk over there with these books my parents will probably just give them to you for free. The policy doesn’t apply to you Charlie.” He smiled. “Perks of being a prince.”

[Charlie]

“Yeah but what about everyone else who wants to read them? I don’t want to have special treatment. I am trying to learn how to be normal…” He sighed.

[Josh]

“Normal? You mean…like not royalty?” He asked as he smiled. “Well in that case, you need a library card and you have a week. If you don’t finish in a week then you come back and check them out again. We normally have a waitlist if people need the book after you, but no one ever reads books on E’s so you should be fine.”

[Charlie]

“Well I mean yeah not royalty and just normal in general. I grew up sheltered in the castle so I don’t know as much as I should.” He tells him. “Okay so how do I sign up for one?”

[Josh]

Josh led Charlie to the desk and shooed away his parents. “Okay, do you have an id?” He asked as he looked at the boy.

[Charlie]

“A what? You mean the thing with my picture? Yeah I have one.” He says as he watched Josh shooing away his parents who were still staring at him. “Uh…” Charlie says before reaching into his pocket and pulling it out to give to Josh causing his parents to squeal.

[Josh]

“You guys are scaring him. He is going to think we are weirdos, stop.” He said to his family before taking his ID. “You know this is what you need if you get pulled over right?”

[Charlie]

“I never usually drive but I always carry this with me. People just don’t ask me for it most of the time. They already know who I am.” He tells him.

[Josh]

“Well if you want to be normal, this is an ID. If you do drive, make sure you have this on you.” He teased before putting the information in on the computer. “Do you know your address?”

[Charlie]

“Uh…my tent or the castle? I live at the E camp right now so no clue I just moved there. Why do you need my address? You know I am going to be coming back right?”

[Josh]

Josh bit back a laugh as he just smiled. “I need it for the card. They will mail you the card so…I need to know where you live to do that. I can give you a temporary one now, but I still need your address on file. In case you steal our books or something?”

[Charlie]

“Why would I want to steal them? Everyone knows where I live basically.” He asks in confusion. “A temporary one? Yeah okay.” He says before giving Josh his address at camp. “Uh just make sure no one else knows it.”

[Josh]

“It’s all confidential. Well…my parents will know so expect holiday cards.” He joked. He put in the information before handing him a temporary card. “There you go. Now can I see the books?”

[Charlie]

“Uh yeah. Just make sure they don’t like…stalk me or something…they are still staring.” He says before giving Josh the books.

[Josh]

“They are starstruck.” He smiled as he started checking the books out. “They won’t stalk you. They know where Hope lives and never go over there. But they do send cards…all the time.”

[Charlie]

“Yeah I heard about that…pretty sure they know if they try to go over there again Zach might kill them right? He is very protective of her and especially after losing a baby which is understandable.” He tells him before putting his card away.

[Josh]

Josh handed Charlie his books before looking at him. “What? What…they lost a baby? I didn’t even…I didn’t even know they had them yet? Isn’t it really early still?”

[Charlie]

“Yeah the stress of everything caused her to go into premature labor…they came too early and one of them recently died, the other one made it though so just…yeah they don’t talk about that.” He tells him. “I don’t know if they told Henry or not yet but I can’t imagine he will be very happy when he hears that.”

[Josh]

“Yeah…I won’t…um…thanks for telling me.” He said softly before looking at him. “I hope you enjoy the books. If you need any more help, let me know.”

[Charlie]

Charlie nods his head. “But for all intents and purposes I never said anything.” He tells him before taking the books. “Yeah I will let you know, thanks for helping me. I will see if Hope can talk some sense into Henry.”

[Josh]

Josh smiled as he nodded, “No problem. I love talking about books. Good luck on being normal.” He teased before hearing his words. “Thank you, I would really appreciate it.”

[Charlie]

“Thanks, bye Josh.” He says before leaving the library with books in hand.

#muse: charlie #charliexjosh

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