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chuuphic · 3 years
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i need to get a video of harper and rosie co-peeing
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terrm9 · 3 years
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The Fourteenth (II.)
I got a request asking if I could share the Pi Day fic here and look, I am totally aware of the fact that I said I am done posting so if you want to call me a hypocrite (I am looking at you, person who keeps sending those awful anons) - go on. I will post it under the cut and I won’t tag anyone, so hopefully it won’t bother anyone all that much.
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“Can I make you dinner tonight?” he asked Chiara in the morning, the moment Harper and Tobias left the office. He half-expected her to tease him for being a gentleman even this deep into the relationship, but instead she smiled widely and nodded.
There’s no reason for him to be this nervous. He has given the idea many of his thoughts, he even asked for an advice - all would be well. There was no need to be this nervous.
And things have been going well.
“As if I could say no to your food.”
The day passed calmly and really, there has been no reason for Ethan to be nervous.
He took her home, cooked a dinner – all while feeling her gaze on him, feeling, seeing her smile, a spark in her eyes almost mischievous and she said: “This is my favorite Ethan.”
“The cooking one?” he threw her a glance over his shoulder, the right corner of his mouth twitching in amusement.
“The one with his sleeves rolled up.”
And now he is standing in the entrance of his apartment, Chiara waiting at the dining table and Ethan can only guess, but he thinks her eyebrows are still raised up in an unspoken question – what is going on?
He asked her to wait for him right there and left the apartment to get an apple pie from the trunk of his car.
He is standing by the doorway and he is nervous. Nervous about the gesture he is going to make, nervous about Chiara’s reaction, nervous, nervous, nervous.
Taking his surrounding in, there is another collection of thoughts swirling through his mind all at once and these thoughts do not make him nervous.
They do make him feel many unrequired emotions, though.
It is stupid, the thought crossing his mind – this feels like coming home.
Of course it feels like coming home, of course it does. He has lived at this place for years now.
And yet only now, seeing her small white sneakers put neatly next to his own shoes, her coat hanging on the wall, her smell lingering in the entrance, it feels like home.
Like maybe, perhaps, he has been coming back to an apartment until this moment.
It is stupid, the thought crossing his mind – I am finally coming home.
It is the best thought he has had in a long, long while.
The apple pie in his hand – the best in whole Boston, recommended by Naveen and approved by Marlene - Ethan walks into the dining room.
His guess has been right – Chiara’s eyebrows were still higher than normally, her arms crossed over her chest.
“Hey Chiara,” he cleared his throat as he approached the table and put the pie on it. “Do you know what is Pi’s wife most used complaint? ‘He is irrational and goes on and on.’”
Confusion crosses Chiara’s beautiful features first, but almost immediately she checks her phone for a date and the confusion is replaced by realization.
Chiara has never been the one to school her features, to hide her emotions – and so Ethan can see all of them, all of her thoughts displayed on her face and he thinks there is nothing he would rather stare at.
Surprise and then that small, almost invisible smile that carries more than any of her wide grins. She bites her bottom lip and blinks several times rapidly and Ethan is so damn nervous because is she going to cry? Did he make her sad? Did he cross a line?
“You remembered,” she whispers at last.
“Yes,” Ethan nods and starts cutting the pie, just to give his hands something to do. The atmosphere it not exactly tense, but it’s quiet – at least until Chiara’s snicker cuts through the room, earning a surprised glance from Ethan.
“That joke was terrible,” she keeps on laughing and Ethan can feel his shoulders sag with relief. “I have to send it to mom and Alicia.”
Clearing his throat once again, Ethan speaks, his voice smaller than he’d like.
“I already sent it to them. I asked Lahela for an advice and he thought it was a good idea and I know he knows your family rather well, so I trusted him that he knows what he is saying,” he is speaking fast, words slightly slurred and it’s obvious that he is nervous, he can say that much, but letting the explanation out of his system is more important at the moment.
“I am not trying to replace your father or your brother, Chiara, please, I would never dare to think such a thing, I just wanted to maybe bring this tradition of yours back and-“
He is stopped by Chiara’s soft, small hands on his cheeks – when did she even get to him? – and quickly, she is pulling him down, closer to her until her lips, as soft as her hands (everything about her is soft, her skin and her hair and all the places he has touched – soft, soft, soft), are on his and he forgets what he wanted to say altogether.
She moves her lips gently but with a goal, biting his lower lip – gentle at that, too – until his lips are parted and she can kiss him deeper, better, with more passion and all the love she has to give.
When Chiara breaks the kiss, Ethan is breathing heavily, but her hands do not leave his cheeks. The thumb of her right hand caress his cheekbone with such care it makes his heart swell beneath the ribcage and her left hand finds its refuge in the subtle waves on the nape of his neck.
“Everything about this is perfect,” she whispers as she stands on her toes to place a lingering kiss on a corner of his mouth again, following the path to his nose and finally kissing the cheekbone she is not holding.
“Thank you,” she looks up at him and it’s simple thank you, a phrase used many times through the day, by many people, the phrase that barely carries any real meaning.
Looking into her emerald irises, her pupils so wide he almost catches a glimpse of himself in them, cheeks rosy and smile affectionate, with her hand still tangled in his hair, Ethan knows, feels, that this thank you carries more meaning than he could have hoped for.
He feels as if the universe – his universe, at least – was expanding by the gaze Chiara gifts him, as if he could drown in the ocean of emotions she is showing him (Thank you. I trust you. I see you and I believe in you. I am proud of you and I know you are of me. I love you, I love you, I love you.) and he has never given much of his thoughts to the way he’d die but at this moment Ethan knows that drowning in Chiara would be the most prodigious way to go.
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caroline18mars · 5 years
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A Man On Fire - Chapter 54
“How many more shows here in Italy? Because I keep eating and eating and eating, it's been so long since I had food as decent and as tasty as this”, she pushed another piece of bread in her mouth with a sigh “and if I keep at it, I'm well on my way to gaining a whole lot of weight”. Jared took another mouthful of his granola and shrugged “so? Even more woman for me to handle, mmm love it” with a grin, earning himself a kick under the table, “not funny! Oyyy I'm stuffed” she leaned back in her chair holding her hands on her stomach. “Again? I remember you saying that a couple of times as well last night” he flashed her a dirty grin, “can we talk about anything else than sex for a minute?” she rolled her eyes in mock-drama. “Nope” he leaned back, happily chewing “ok, ok, let's talk about your paintings, where will the magic happen? Do you want me to book a seperate hotelroom where you can paint? Or do you want to work at the venue? I guess you don't want to be moving them from our bedroom to another hotelroom to a venue, there'll be enough damage moving them from city to city or even overseas as it is” he leaned in again sipping his coffee. “Damage? Oh darling, Leonardo Da Vinci crossed the Alpes with Mona Lisa rolled up in a bag hanging from a donkey when he moved to France to be with his lover, I'm sure my paintings will survive” she leaned in to him too and tapped his nose with her finger. “Really?” he was genuinely impressed, “really, so one step to the left or right too far and the most expensive, most famous painting in the world would have been no more, sometimes you've gotta take a risk you know?” she nodded. He rested his hand against his cheek “promise me one thing? If we get to Florence tomorrow, you show me around town? Show me Da Vinci and Michelangelo and you tell me everything you know about them, I didn't get nearly enough art history classes as I should have wanted, I love it, and hearing you talk about these anecdotes it's like watching a documentary, which leads me to the next brilliant idea, making an art history docu your style?” he rattled, getting lost in the dream already. “Hold it, wooahh, back up back up, Jared, hun, Jay?” she shook her head as he just kept spewing ideas and grabbed his hand “just let me paint, ok? Besides the fact that absolutely nobody would be interested in the topic, there's no way I want to be in front of a camera, I don't have the need to be in the limelight, I'm quite happy in the shadows” he scrunched his nose, not happy with the answer but knowing full well this was not a woman whose arm could easily be twisted “but you'll still show me around Florence?”, oh silly man you're absolutely adorable “of course I'll take you around Florence, just put on your walking shoes and don't you dare start moping when you get fed up with all the musea we're gonna do”. Harper leaned in to him, pushing a little kiss on the tip of his nose “and if you're a really good boy, I promise I'll buy you an icecream, ok?”, her giggle was contagious “and are you gonna spank me if I'm a bad boy?” to which she encouragingly wiggled her eyebrows.
Strolling through the park on their way back to the hotel, duty called for Jay in about an hour, he held her hand tighter than he ever had, squeezing, letting go, squeezing again, oh yes this was an internal convo with himself “Come to a conclusion yet? I hope so because I think I've already felt a bone snap in my hand”. What? His head whizzed to look at her “what?” he held up her hand to check the damage done, “wanna talk about it?” she raised her eyebrows when she looked into his eyes “just goes to show how dangerous your thoughts really are”. Something was brewing, that much was clear if him biting his lip and the unintentional harder squeezing of her hand was anything to go by, oohhh trouble, definitely trouble, she almost braced for his reaction “it's just..”.  It's just what, Jared? I'm so not ready for whatever this is, “you're scaring me now, ok so what is it? You changed your mind and you want to end it after all? For fuck's sakes Jay” she babbled, getting more anxious by the second. His head shot up again and he took her face between her hands to calm her down “No! That's not it, I didn't change my mind..it's not about us, I just have bad news” his eyes became darker again “I was thinking about how to tell you this, but I guess there's just no right way..Shayla..she's coming back on the road with us” he blurted it out and watched her face go instantly pale like someone had punched her in the stomach. “You're joking, right?” she whispered, ugh why did she feel like the ground was gonna dissapear from underneath her feet? “Jay?” her eyes pierced his, “it was Shannon's idea, there was nothing I can do, I'm so sorry babe” dissapointment, hurt, it was all there in those beautiful brown eyes. “What's next? I mean Sean's back, now Shayla, within a month or so you're probably gonna tell me that Val's part of the gang again too. It just doesn't matter what they do, does it? And I don't matter, and neither does everything they did to me, because I'm temporary, right?” she blurted it all out, the frustration, the pain, just when she thought they could finally get back to being a normal couple, there was always a spanner being thrown in the works.
“Harper, babe? No stop” he followed her as she started walking again “you're not temporary, ok?” and caught up with her “listen to me” he stopped her by jumping in front of her and grabbing her hands “Shannon tried to do good, we really need an assistant and she knows the business, ok? And Val isn't coming back ever, you have to believe me! I swear I don't want this to come between us, you're all that matters to me, not Shayla, not Val, not Sean, I don't care about them, I only care for you, I love you”. Coco took a deep breath and looked at him “I love you too..in my heart I know where I want us to be..but it's always one thing after the other, I just want to have some peace and quiet” she sighed, grabbing his hand “let's just walk back to the hotel, if anything those three fuckers can be an inspiration for a painting and I definitely need a word with Shannon”. So relieved she wasn't angry, he pulled her against him “fuck them all, this is about us not about them” and kissed her lips, god that man's kisses were pure gold, reassuring, firm, hot, tender and demanding at the same time, she wanted a real life with him, settle down and have millions of babies with him..whoaaaa hold on a minute, getting way ahead here, the only thing she wanted right now was a normal, quiet life together, 'quiet' as in out of the spotlights, not like the soap everyone was expecting it to be.
They took their time to get back to the hotel, talking, connecting, “where would you like to have dinner?” he pushed a kiss in her hair as they turned the street of their hotel, glued to each other. “Anywhere is fine really, as long as it is just you and me” she snuck her hand into the back of his pants, just above the curve of his butt “I think this is my favorite part on your body” she squeezed his warm skin there. “Finally someone who doesn't want me entirely for my massive..” he paused for effect, grinning from ear to ear, “that too of course, but in broad daylight I prefer this bit” she smiled at him but it was Shannon who burst their bubble. “Hey beautiful, and I don't mean you bro” he just skipped down the steps and up to them, but when he wanted to plant a kiss on Harper's cheek she pulled back “that's a little hypocrite, don't you think?” she hissed. Shannon looked at Jay with a panic in his eyes, but he just shrugged to show him that this was none of his business, “why don't you and I take this inside?” she let go of Jared and walked up the steps to the entrance. “Is there something you need to tell me, Shannon, or is this your way of showing me how much you really hate me?” she plopped down on one of the couches in the lobby and zipped open her jacket. “Harper..I..” Shannon was crumbling in front of her eyes, he looked like a little boy that was being put in his place “so Jared told you?” he sighed while his brother came walking in as well and sat down next to her. “Of course he did, did he have to wait until she finally showed up here and you'd make it a nasty surprise? You must really hate me” there it was again, her thinking he hated her, “Coco, I don't hate you, really I don't and it pains me that you think I do, we're in a bit of a pickle here..I mean we really need someone to take over all those tasks we don't have time for and Shayla seemed like the best option”. He shuffled uncomfortably in his seat when the waiter brought the coffees Jared had ordered, “both Jared and I know what they've done to you so we've decided to put a special clause in their contract: if they give you even the slightest bit of trouble, they're out”. Coco took her cup and leaned back in her seat, her eyes locking with Jared's for a moment, god he was gorgeous, the way he sat there in that beautiful diffuse light, his cheeks rosy from the cold morning walk, he did need a shave though..mind wandering again, take care of the older Leto first. “It's your show and I do realize that I'm a guest on this tour as well so I'm not the one to interfere but I have to admit it shook me” she sipped her coffee, warming her hands on the cup while she glared at Shannon. “I get that but I hope you can forgive me?” Shannon gave her a careful smile “Nope, not just yet anyway” she shook her head and focused back on her coffee.
”I think you're the only one who can get under Shannon's skin” Jared smiled, sipping his tea “look at him, he's completely shook up”, Harper put her cup back down and nervously ran her hand through her hair “I didn't mean to, I don't want him to think I'm an egotistical bitch who thinks this is all about her because I don't, maybe I should go and apologize..”. Jared pulled her closer and kissed the side of her head “Oh no, you don't! Let him stew for a bit, let it sink in..” while his brother shuffled back over to the lounge “we have to go..uhm..Harper, wanna come along?”. Harper grabbed her bag “no, I'm gonna try out all those beautiful colors, you know..just keeping sane” and stood up, Jared pulled her against him and whispered “you sure? I don't want to miss you”. Her finger ran over his leather jacket “I'm sure, I take it she'll be landing shortly? And I don't want to be confronted with her just yet..I'll miss you too, but at least we'll be doing something we both love to do” why did this beautiful freak have to be so damn sexy? He was talking just now about getting under someone's skin, but damn he, his name, his whole being was already tattooed a million times under her skin. “Ok..I love you, remember that” he whispered, unable to leave her lips alone, “too mushy, Leto, too damn mushy” she acted all tough, but her inner voice wanted to scream that she loved him too, more than he could ever imagine, but to be that vulnerable? Oh no, not in a million years, she had been too vulnerable in the past and look where it got her, nope, she was a tough cookie and she could resist anything. Something as normal and simple as watching him leave almost became unbearable, this had to stop, she hated being so dependent, not being, feeling, definitely feeling, there was a difference! The van that took him away hadn't even turned the corner or her phone bleeped
From: BJLCubbins
To: HCDeRobiano
Subject: Not my first but definitely my last!
Babe,
Just stop me from popping the question, because I'm about to,  put my feet back on the ground because right now I don't see any reason why I shouldn't just ask you to marry me.
My love for you is scaring me
Loveyouloveyouloveyou
Your fool Jay
Her heart hammered in her chest, whatwhatwhatwhat? She read it again, he actually did ask..wait no, get it together De Robiano
From: HCDeRobiano
To: BJLCubbins
Subject: Re: Not my first but definitely my last
Oy Leto,
Did you drink paddo-tea? I'm just gonna ignore this because you're probably gonna eat those words by tonight, why? If you're asking me to stop you from asking, then I'm stopping you here and now! Breathe! Think about how impulse marriages don't work in 95% of the time, feeling better? Good!
That being said, I love you too, very much, you adorable fool of mine
Coco
Hitting the 'send' button, her heart sank, there was no turning back anymore, did she ever think or want to get married? God no, but with him? Absolutely! Ah well, too late now, what are you thinking, they had known each other a couple of weeks, no ok, done, ridiculous idea!..or not?..paint Coco, just paint!
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soldierstark · 7 years
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Double Take | Part 1 | PETER PARKER X READER
Description: The reader is helping Peter with his English essay when he comes to the startling realization that his best friend is really pretty. Peter goes to Ned for advice shortly thereafter because he's confused about his new found feeling for her.
Author's Note: Wow, Phoebe's back at it again with another Peter Parker fanfic. What a surprise... Anyways I hope ya'll enjoy this and let me know if you think I should do a part 2. I got inspiration for this fic from one I read last year and liked. As always, my requests are open so feel free to send me a message with an idea for a story if you want.
Word Count: 1268
Part 2 | Part 3
“Okay Peter, so the key to writing an analytical essay is to examine how certain aspects of the story make it what it is. You should always ask yourself why the author chose to do this instead of something else and how that effects the story as a whole. Get it?” (Y/N) explained, tapping her pencil against the notebook laid out in front of her.
Peter nodded slowly while jotting down some quick notes. “I think so. Can you give me an example?”
“Sure. Uhhh…” (Y/N) leaned back into her chair and started spinning slowly. “So the story To Kill A Mockingbird, it takes place in Alabama during the 30’s. The setting is really important because it adds significance to the events of Tom Robinson’s trial. That’s why Harper Lee chose that specific date and place. Okay?”
Peter put his pencil down and shut his notebook. “You’re the best English teacher I’ve ever had (Y/N),” he said with a smile.
She grinned and stood up out of her chair to stretch. “I try Parker,” (Y/N) yawned, extended her arms above her head. “Anyways I better get going. I’m supposed to have dinner with my parents’ friends tonight. How do I look?” she asked, facing Peter.
Peter swiveled in his chair and looked his best friend up and down, examining her every feature. That’s when his posture suddenly went rigid and his mind started whirling.
(Y/N) was really pretty.
He’d never noticed it before, having always thought of her in a purely friendly way. Sure Peter had noticed how soft and silky (Y/N)’s (Y/H/C) hair was, or how her dazzling (Y/E/C) lit up when either Michelle or Ned made a funny comment.
This was different though, it was like seeing her though new eyes. Peter had never noticed how smooth her skin looked or how nicely the skinny jeans she always wore fit around her hips. (Y/N)‘s blouse cinched at her waist, showcasing her figure in a subtle yet classy way.
Peter cleared his throat and tried to combat the heat he could feel rising to his cheeks. “You look beautiful (Nickname),” he said honestly, leaning forward onto his knees. “Anyone in particular you’re trying to impress?”
(Y/N) chuckled and walked over his bed, grabbing her backpack. “Sure Peter but he won’t be at the dinner tonight.” Her hair fell like a curtain in front of her face, obscuring Peter’s view, but he swore her cheeks had a tinge of pink on them.
“Wait really?” he asked surprised. “Who?’
(Y/N) finished packing her bag and stood up straight facing Peter. “Like I’m going to tell you,” she chuckled. “You can’t keep secrets Peter.”
He quirked an eyebrow at her. “You’d be surprised.”
“Sure,” she said sarcastically, walking over to Peter. (Y/N) bent down slightly and kissed his forehead. “Good look on your essay tomorrow Pete. Text me how it goes.” She said as she walked out of his room.
Peter’s eyes followed her swaying hips until she was out of sight. And even though she was no longer anywhere near him, all Peter could think about the rest of the night was how kissable her rosy pink lips looked.
    “Ned, Ned, Ned, we have a problem,” Peter said as he ran up to his friend who was digging around in his locker.
“A Spiderman problem or Peter problem?” Ned asked without bothering to look up from his locker.
Peter leaned his back against the locker next Ned’s and sighed. “More like a (Y/N) problem,” he mumbled.
“Coffee. See? Problem solved,” Ned said closing his locker. He looked up at his friend with a questioning glance. “What did you do this time?”
“This time? When have I- you know what never mind,” Peter replied shaking his head.
“Aw c’mon Pete I was just kidding,” Ned chuckled. “But seriously what did you do?”
Peter turned and faced his friend with a look of disbelief. “I didn’t do anything Ned! It was her! All her!”
“Care to elaborate a little?” Ned urged.
Peter groaned and ran a hand through his hair nervously. “We were in my room last night working on that analytical essay for English and… well I don’t know. (Y/N) stood up to leave and when I looked over at her she seemed… different.”
Ned quirked an eyebrow. “Radioactive contaminant different or…”
“Ned! Normal different, like she wasn’t just (Y/N) anymore.” Peter sighed, it sounded way to content for the panic he was trying to express. “She was… more. Like I noticed things for the first time.”
“I’m still failing to see the problem here.” Ned said, utterly confused.
“I was speech-less Ned, and I couldn’t look away from her. She was making me nervous and I’m never nervous around (Y/N). She’s one of my best friends and can’t get this way around her it’s just weird.” Peter looked pleadingly at Ned and started shaking his shoulders. “I need help!”
“Well was there a zit on her on her face that you just noticed? Because if that’s the case it’ll be gone in a few days,” Ned said.
Peter groaned in frustration. “It wasn’t a zit. It was like… I suddenly wanted to… kiss her. I wanted to kiss (Y/N).” he finished in a small voice.
Ned still heard him though, despite the hustling and chattering of the students around him getting ready for school to start. “You’re kidding right?”
Peter shook his head. “I’m serious Ned. What’s wrong with me?”
Ned rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically. “For someone that everyone claims is a genius, you sure are dense Peter.”
“Huh?”
“Oh my god. Peter. You like (Y/N),” Ned deadpanned.
Peter face contorted into one of shock and confusion. “What? No I don’t. Just because I think she’s really pretty and funny, and I want to…” his face dawned in realization. “Oh my god I like (Y/N).”
Ned clapped his friend on back “Yep. Congrats bro, you chose well. (Y/N)’s a keeper by all standards.”
Peter turned around and started hitting his head against the locker behind him. “Oh no this is not good Ned”
“Oh hey (Y/N),” Ned said out of nowhere. Peter’s eye shot open and his posture went rigid as he ceased banging his head against the locker. “What’s up?”
Peter stood up straight and did a double take as (Y/N) descending the stairs in front of him. She was wearing a plain black t-shirt dress with a flannel wrapped around her waist and converse. The way she was walking down the steps made her look like a modern day Cinderella.
He found himself staring at her long legs and focusing on the way her (Y/H/C) hair swayed back and forth, almost in slow motion.
“Hey Ned,” (Y/N) greeted as she approached her friends. She turned and looked at Peter. “Hey Pete. Ready for the English essay?”
“Uhhhhh,” is all Peter managed to stutter out. His cheeks went pink, much to the amusement of Ned.
(Y/N) looked away from the secret superhero confused and focused her attention on Ned. “Is he okay?” she asked, directing a thumb at the other boy.
Ned shrugged his shoulders. “He will be,” he replied as the bell rang for first period.
“Well I better head off to class. See you guys later,” (Y/N) said giving Peter one last weird look.
“Smooth bro,” Ned chuckled, shaking his head in amusement as he too walked away, leaving Peter all by himself.
Peter groaned. “Dammit Parker you dumb son of bitch. Get it together,” he mumbled under his breath before making his way to take an essay he’d surely pass.
Thanks to (Y/N).
Tagged: @tomquaksonsholland @jvghead-jones-iii
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