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Mess o’ Mine

Harry X Reader: Angst, smut

In which Harry’s stolen from you and needs to fix it.

Request? No

Part 2: Mouth o’ Mine // Part 3: Mind o’ Mine


The apartment is dark, lights dimmed so you can set the mood for what you expect to be an emotional performance. Your laptop is plugged into the television and the screen is flickering, splashing colors across your face from a product commercial. Harry is across the world, about to premiere a song from his upcoming album on a popular talk show. Despite how excited you are to hear the music, you’re still nervous for him, as you always are. There’s no doubt in your mind that he’ll smash whatever he performs, but he always seems to get in his own way.

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Cherry Bomb (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Request! 🙌🏽

A/N: This is dedicated to the marvelous @ballerinafairyprincess for requesting this super awesome idea a couple days ago! ❤ I had so much fun writing this!! I’m super jealous I didn’t come up with this! I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! -Delilah ❤❤

Request: Hi darling! Can I make a request please? Can you do a Bucky x Reader where they go for milkshakes and she shows him how she can tie the cherry stem into a knot in her mouth (something he has never seen before). And it goes from fluff to smut just like that? 😊

Warnings: Hella smut! Swearing. Semi public sex.

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Bucky always made a habit of telling you stories of the 40’s. Mostly about how different the times were, especially the architecture or the music. Surprisingly, one of the many things he missed from the era were the milkshakes. There was a little ice cream shop in Coney Island named Lucy’s that had the greatest tasting shakes in the world according to him. One of his favorite pass times was telling you story after story of the small shenanigans he and Steve used to pull in there.

There was the time he dared Steve to down an entire large shake called ‘The Big One’ which consisted of shake and cake mixed together. He was practically in tears when he told you that Steve only made it halfway before he raced to one of the trash cans and blew chunks. Steve never forgave him for that, by the way. He still winces and clutches his stomach whenever he’s reminded of it.

There was also a time where Bucky took a girl named Suzette on a date that ended horribly. Turns out, she was a little on the scary side. She flat out refused to let him order because the waitress was female. And she even went as far as making him switch seats because apparently “there were only girls in the booth behind him.” Poor Bucky was so afraid of the girl, he ended up excusing himself to the bathroom and climbing out of the window, only to find Suzette already waiting for him. It took him a week to get rid of her.

So being the big softie you were, you vowed to find a similar little spot to take him. Not only would it help him get some fresh air, but it would replace some of those traumatic memories with good ones.

That’s how you found yourself seated across from a grinning Bucky Barnes as he sipped happily on his raspberry milkshake.

Not only was Lucy’s still open after almost eighty years of business, but it was currently run by Lucy’s own daughter, Leslie, who was in her early 80’s now. When she saw Bucky, she nearly had a heart attack. She weaved her way through the many people in the little shop until she was standing at our booth.

“You used to come in here with that smaller fellow, right?” She asked, adjusting her cane. She was practically glowing with excitement. “I remember coming’ in here after school everyday and seein’ you two.”

You could see the words processing in his head. He was barely remembering things now, surely he wouldn’t be able to remember t
“I think I taught you how to tie your shoes, right?” He asked suddenly, his eyes sparkling with nostalgia.

Leslie gasped, placing her hand on her heart. She began singing some old nursery rhyme, one that you’ve never heard.

“Bunny ears, Bunny ears, playing by a tree.
Criss-crossed the tree, trying to catch me,”

Before she could finish, Bucky began singing as well.

“Bunny ears, Bunny ears, jumped into the hole,
Popped out the other side beautiful and bold!”

You both stared at him with wide eyes. Bucky however, grinned back at the two of you with triumph on his handsome face. He managed to remember something that wasn’t horrific or involved Steve. This was purely a personal memory he shared with her.

Leslie looked down at Bucky, her blue eyes watering.

“You two can have as many milkshakes as you want. For old time’s sake!” she exclaimed, wiping away the ones that fell.

Bucky and you thanked her. Even after she left, he couldn’t wipe the million dollar smile on his face. And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t get a bit teary eyed as well.

Yeah, this was a brilliant idea.

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The ride back home was a long one. Tony let you borrow his favorite black mustang which he usually used for taking Pepper out. You figured the car would give you some relationship points, considering Tony claimed he “always got lucky” in this thing. Taking a sip of your to-go shake, you got the second best idea of that evening.

“Hey Bucky,” you say, looking over at him. His eyes are fixed on the road, his hair blowing slightly from the open window. Man, how did you get so lucky?

Bucky hummed, looking back over at you. His lips curved upwards into a small smile. One that made your insides melt. You popped the lid off of your milkshake and tooked the small cherry out of it. “You wanna see something cool?”

The car slowly came to a halt at the red light. Oddly, only you were the only ones at the intersection. For this specific road, that was kind of rare. Bucky placed the car into park and turned his full attention to you.

You plucked the stem from the cherry and placed it in your mouth. Bucky’s eyebrows raised.

“Wow, doll,” he deadpanned. “That’s the coolest thing I’ve ever seen in my hundred years. Congrats.”

You swatted his arm playfully, earning a giggle from him. Gosh, he could be such a man child sometimes. You weren’t complaining, though. You loved that side of him. It rarely came out, but when it did, it was only with you.

You fiddled with the stem in your mouth, tugging it with your teeth until it formed a perfect knot. You didn’t notice it at first, but Bucky’s eyes never left your mouth. He subconsciously ran his tongue along his bottom lip, taking the pink flesh into his teeth. Your lips were his favorite part of your anatomy besides a few other hidden places as well. It turned him on that only he’d see those places.

Sticking your tongue out, you took the knotted stem from your mouth and held it up for him to see. But to your dismay, he didn’t even acknowledge it. Instead, he was staring elsewhere.


“I thought it was cool.” you frowned, tossing it out of the window.

Before you could turn back to him, you felt his hand grab onto your chin roughly and force you to look at him. Your eyes looked into his blue ones, which burned into yours. What had gotten into him. That’s when you made the mistake of licking your lips.

It was just a simple gesture of distress, nothing big or anything. But it caused Bucky’s erection to strain against his dark jeans. In one move, he crush his mouth onto yours. You groaned into the kiss, letting his tongue dominate yours with ease. You’d never say it outloud, but you were one submissive lady. And this newfound dominance was making you wetter by the second. That, mixed with the fact that you could still taste the raspberry milkshake on his tongue just added to the experience.

Reaching between the two of you, he undid both of your seat belts. His hand held you in place, forcing your mouth open a bit more into the kiss. Letting out a whimper, you obeyed him. But before it could get any better, he pulled away.

You pressed your thighs together, desperate for any kind of friction. By now, it had been at least five minutes. The light had turned yellow now, yet there still wasn’t anyone else remotely near from what you could see.

You ran your hand along his clothed thigh, dragging your nails against the material lightly. Bucky groaned, resting his head back against the headrest. Slowly, you reached for the zipper of his jeans. You pulled the zipper down, unbuttoning them as well.

Taking the hint, he lifted his hips up and you slid the material down his thighs. The sight of his fully erect cock resting against his stomach made your mouth water. You’d seen it plenty of times, but it still got you off knowing that only you could make him that hard.

Lifting yourself up, you crawled over the middle console of the car and swung one of your legs over Bucky’s lap. You placed your knees on either sides of the seat. His hands ran along the back of your thighs, traveling upwards. They slowed once they got to the waistband of your skirt. Before you could figure out a way out of the material, Bucky placed his hands on the waistband and ripped the material apart.

“Hey!” you whined. “That was my favorite skirt.”

Bucky pressed a kiss to your cheek, ignoring you. “I’ll buy you as many skirts as you want doll,” he pressed another kiss onto your neck, causing a gasp to escape from you. “But right now, I wanna see that pretty little pussy of yours stretched around my cock.”

You let out a moan. This was the first time hearing his dirty talk, but you weren’t complaining one bit. It was music to your ears. You slid a hand between the two of you and slid the material of your thong to the side. You pressed a kiss to his lips as you lowered yourself onto his cock.

You knew he was big, he’s a fucking super soldier, for Christ’s sake. But the way he stretched your walls, filling you up until you were resting all the way onto his hips, caused you to groan -not from pleasure, but pain. It wasn’t extreme, but enough to subside the pleasure.

“Блядь…” he sighed, his forehead falling into your chest. You gave an experimental roll of your hips. He inhaled sharply, pressing small kisses onto your chest. You repeated your actions, this time, giving a gentle bounce. Slowly, the pain began to subside and your body coursed with pleasure. You placed your hands behind you, on his thighs, and began bouncing on his cock.

“Shit…” you groaned, closing your eyes at the feeling of him entering and exiting your body.

Bucky ran one of his hands along the material of your blouse, feeling the warmth of your skin radiate from behind it. With a loud rip, the material came open. Your eyes shot open, peering down. The buttons from your blouse were gone, leaving you in just your black bra, one you wore for special occasions.

When he placed his hand on the material, you reached out and grabbed ahold of it. “This is my special bra!” you pouted. He gave you an amused smile, before ripping it off as well.

“BUCKY!” you shouted, turning an angry scarlet. But before you could scold him further, he placed his hands on your hips and began thrusting into you. You placed your hands on his shoulders as he pounded into you, his cock hitting inside you deeper and deeper.

“F-f-fuck!” your body jolted upwards from the force, making you stutter on your words. You placed a hand on the roof of the car to prevent hitting your head.

Your bodies moved in sync, rolling your hips into each other. Bucky’s mouth found itself onto your breast, sucking on it gently. You keened, pressing your chest further into his face.

Your other hand found its way into his hair, pulling on the long strands gently. He let out a growl, biting down gently on your flesh.

That’s when you heard it.

The sound of a car door opening and shutting loudly.

You could see the figure of the police officer walking towards your car, sending little red sirens off in your head.

“What? What’s wrong?” Bucky asked, moving his head to the side and peeking at the side mirror.

The both of you instantly scrambled apart, desperately trying to make yourselves presentable. Bucky practically tossed you into the passenger seat, trying to pull his jeans back up his thighs. Slipping back on your ruined blouse, you held the material closed with your hands. As for your skirt, you simply placed it back onto your lap.

“If we go to jail, I’m so gonna kick your ass, Barnes!” You hissed, trying to smooth out your I-just-had-sex hair. Jesus, it was so obvious.

“Relax doll,” he laughed, winking over at you as he buttoned his jeans.

“I hear prison sex is the best sex there is.“

-FIN. ❤

Ya’ll weren’t talking all this shit when Remy released Another One which was a flaming pile of garbage (the fact that she said “cash me ousside” & “make your head red like lil yachty” or something like that,  but ya’ll ignored it tells me a lot). Also, no one wants to point out how different shether was compared to another one (flow, rhyme scheme e.t.c) cuz then we’d have to discuss the possibility of them being written by 2 different people. 

Nicki made a smart business move which is what I expected from her. You don’t spend almost 10 years at the top of the game by making emotional decisions. Emotional decisions like like hopping on an instrumental, making a diss track, & putting that shit on Itunes without even getting permission from the owners. Now she can’t even perform it live :( 

Nicki gave Remy about a minute & 20 seconds on No Frauds which is more than she deserves tbh. Remy gave Nicki 7 minutes of fan fiction & read it over a Nas beat. Nicki could’ve easily done the same but 1) whose really trying to get some “tea” (real or fake) on Remy 2) that’s lazy.  

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“Your Dad was assassinated, your Mum is dead, and now you have a price on your head.”
"None of that had anything to do with being your girlfriend.”
"Didn’t it?”


(stuff for a ~secret thing~ i am doin’)

Dean said he’s straight, therefore he is (because lying about feelings is a thing he NEVER does)

The fact that I am forced to write a post debunking this particular line of reasoning makes me feel something akin to abject despair if only because it demonstrates how epically terrible a large number of people are at BASIC textual analysis. I am daunted by the prospect due solely to the fact that there is literally SO MUCH canon evidence for Dean’s compulsions toward lying and denial that I feel in some ways I cannot possibly do it justice in a single post. 

I am not going to attempt to draw out every instance Dean has ever lied in Supernatural because this post would literally be about 10 miles long if I tried. Even if I confined my examples solely to instances where he is shown (or implied) to be lying/in denial about his emotions or mental states, it would still be way too time consuming and arduous to document them all, due to sheer volume. Therefore methodologically I’ve chosen to “cherry-pick” a few examples simply to establish that Dean lying about his feelings IS a consistent, established part of Supernatural’s canon, and therefore the suggestion that his statement about his own sexuality should be taken at face value is nonsensical. 

Let’s start with the “Pilot” wherein Dean gives what has become one his signature lines “No chick-flick moments.” Translation - no being honest about feelings. Only girls do that. This moment is especially key in that it hits 2 of Dean’s consistent overlapping anxieties 1) being honest about feelings and 2) being girly, both of which are key in the argument that Dean is also PRECISELY the sort of character who would lie to himself and others about being same-sex inclined.

So, let’s skip to season 3 where Dean has made his demon deal and he has one year to live. He’s constantly putting on a facade of bravado and trying not to confront his actual feelings of terror about his impending doom. Sam tries to play along but he eventually cracks. Here’s an excerpt from “Fresh Blood” (3.07) where Sam finally calls Dean out on his denial/lying.

SAM: You know what, man? I’m sick and tired of your kamikaze trip
DEAN: Whoa, whoa, kamikaze? I’m more like a ninja.
SAM: That’s not funny.
DEAN: It’s a little funny.
SAM:No. It’s not.
DEAN: What do you want me to do, Sam, huh? Sit around all day writing sad poems about how I’m gonna die? You know what? I got one. Let’s see, what rhymes with “shut up, Sam”?
SAM: Dude, drop the attitude, Dean. Quit turning everything into a punch line. And you know something else? Stop trying to act like you’re not afraid
DEAN: I’m not!
SAM: You’re lying.
And you may as well drop it ‘cause I can see right through you.
DEAN: You got no idea what you’re talking about.
SAM: Yeah, I do. You’re scared, Dean. You’re scared because your year is running out, and you’re still going to Hell, and you’re freaked.
DEAN: And how do you know that?
SAM: Because I know you!
DEAN: Really?
SAM: Yeah, I’ve been following you around my entire life! I mean, I’ve been looking up to you since I was four, Dean. Studying you, trying to be just like my big brother. So yeah, I know you. Better than anyone else in the entire world. And this is exactly how you act when you’re terrified. And, I mean, I can’t blame you. It’s just… (pause)
DEAN: What?
SAM: I wish you would drop the show and be my brother again.

Sam asks him to “drop the show” and quit lying about how he really feels. This type of conversation has become a staple of Dean’s characterization in Supernatural. He pretends he’s handling some crisis or tragedy just fine, but inside he’s clearly panicked, or terrified, or profoundly depressed. 

In “Sam, Interrupted” (5.11) we have the brothers working a case in a mental hospital following the death of Ellen and Jo. Here are few short excerpts from that episode. 

SAM: Last few weeks you’ve been kinda worrying me.
DEAN: Oh, come on Sam, stop. Look, just because we’re in the loony-bin doesn’t give you the right to head-shrink me.
SAM: Dean…
DEAN: Ellen and Jo died. Yeah, it was a freaking tragedy. But I’m not going to wallow in it.
SAM: Dean you always do this. You can’t just keep this crap in.
DEAN: Watch me. 

Dean is fully aware and even admits to Sam that he’s emotionally constipated and that he keeps things in, rather than dealing with them. As the episode continues he has multiple conversations with a psychiatrist who actually turns out to be a figment of his own mind/monster-induced psychosis, one of which includes the following exchange.

DEAN: I am fine, okay. I’m fine.
THERAPIST: Come on, even you don’t believe that. All this pressure that you’re putting yourself under, all this guilt, it’s killing you. 

Again this is him admitting to himself that he’s lying about being “okay” that he’s not handling it. And the episode ends with Dean counciling Sam to bury his feelings in order to function.

SAM: I’m mad all the time. And I don’t know why.
DEAN: Stop…stop it. So what if you are? What are you gonna do? You gonna take a leave of absence? Say yes to Lucifer? What?
SAM: No of course not -
DEAN: Exactly. And that’s exactly what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna take all that crap and bury it, you’re going to forget about it because that’s how we keep going.

Hiding from emotions, lying to yourself, bottling up your feelings. Dean’s actual, earnest advice to his brother on how to be functional. But yes, clearly we as audience members should take all of his articulations about his feelings at face-value because he would never lie about something like that. >_>

Let’s jump to season 7, just after Cas has temporarily “died” and Bobby is trying to have an honest conversation about Dean’s feelings/mental state in “Hello Cruel World” (7.02).

BOBBY: And you? How are you doing?
DEAN :Seriously Bobby, it ain’t like he’s hexed, you know? I mean, what if it’s the kind of crazy you can’t fix?
BOBBY: Yeah, I’m – I’m worried too, but humor me for a second. How are you?
DEAN: Who cares? Don’t you think our mailbox is a little full right now? I’m fine.
BOBBY: Right. And weren’t you pissed at him when he said the same thing just a couple hours before he spilled his marbles all over the floor?
DEAN: Yeah, well. [Pours himself a cup of coffee.] I’m not Sam, okay? I keep my marbles in a lead friggin’ box. I’m fine. Really.
BOBBY: Of course. Yeah. You just lost one of the best friends you ever had, your brother’s in the bell jar, and Purgatory’s most wanted are surfing the sewer lines, but yeah, yeah, I get it. You’re – you’re fine.
DEAN: Good.
BOBBY: Course, if at any time you want to decide that’s utter horse crap, well I’ll be where I always am. Right here.
DEAN: What, you want to do couples’ yoga, or you want to get back to hunting the big bads?

Dean keeps repeating he is fine, and Bobby insists that’s “horse crap” because it clearly is. Dean makes a snarky joke because that’s what he always does when people try to talk to him about his own emotional vulnerability. Are we starting to see a pattern? How loudly and repeatedly does the show have to bang on the Dean-lies-and-lives-in-perpetual-denial-about-his-feelings drum before people finally get it?

Let’s jump to season 10. Season 10 has been something of a treasure trove of these moments. Even for Supernatural it’s been heavy on the Dean is emotionally constipated themes. This of course is highly related to him having the mark of Cain and his internal struggle to deal with it. 

10.09 (”The Things We Left Behind”) 
CAS: How are you Dean?
DEAN: Fine. I’m great.
CAS: No, you’re not.

10.11 (”There’s No Place Like Home”)

10.13 (”Halt and Catch Fire”)

10.17 (”Inside Man”)

Dean lies. Dean represses his feelings. Dean functions through denial. These are things the text reiterates over and over and over and over and over and over again. Dean is not a trustworthy narrator when it comes to his feelings. They have flat out told the audience this EXPLICITLY on NUMEROUS OCCASIONS. (Remember, these examples are only a small sample of the total number of times Supernatural has shown Dean to be a lying liar who lies)

I do not and cannot for the life of me understand why people think we should believe Dean when he says he “doesn’t swing that way” anymore than we believe him when he says he’s fine when he’s clearly NOT fine. I really am just utterly baffled by this line of reasoning. It is so facile, and so counter to even the most cursory reading of Supernatural as a text, given how hard they work to show Dean’s excessive propensity for lying, “repressed feelings” and denial. 

‘One in a million’ isn’t so rare,
There’d be many more like you out there.
You would feel pretty darn expendable…
That comment isn’t so commendable.
It’s time to retire that tired cliché,
Lock it up and throw the key away.
There are better ways to make someone feel
Special, like in your world they’re a big deal;
And to utterly convince them it’s true,
Prove it with every little thing you do–
Put it into action, and that will say
It better than words could ever convey.
I hope the things I do for you have shown
You’re the only one like you I’ve ever known.
—  The only one in creation
So forgive me for having you
In heavy rotation

anonymous asked:

Ok, here's a prompt since no one has yet written one using the fact that both Becky G and Naomi Scott are singers and song writers. "Trini and Kim singing along to songs or just plain singing together"

A/N: Okay, so they don’t both sing but one of them does!

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Everything is silent.


The smoke swells around her and she can see her teammates running with their mouths moving, but all she hears is nothing. A panic seizes her as she tries to sit up, but the pain in her body refuses to relent and she gives up as she falls back. It isn’t til the face of an angel is hovering over her, and she sees full lips move but once again that she realizes it’s like someone has their hands held impossibly hard over her ears; she just can’t hear.


That thought causes the darkness to finally engulf her.


-


“Where were you?”


Zack blinks as Trini charges to him, “What?”


“You said you had Kim’s back!” Trini exclaims as she shoves him hard enough that he stumbles. “You said that you would keep an eye on her, Zack. So where the fuck were you?”


“I…”


Trini shoves him again with a growl, “I never should’ve trusted you! I should’ve been with her! How could you be so reckless with her?”


Jason wraps his arms around Trini and pulls her back, “This isn’t helping, T. Come sit down.”


“No!” Trini snaps as she begins to squirm.


Jason grunts at how strong she is, and he can’t help but flinch as an elbow embeds itself in his side. He continues to allow her to fight before he does something he’s seen Kimberly do a thousand times, he scoops an arm under Trini’s legs and lifts her. Just like that, Trini calms. Her angry growls turn to sobs as she turns her head into his neck and pours out her worry; he simply sits down and holds her.


-


Kimberly is deaf. Well, they say it isn’t permanent but for now her hearing is shot. The doctors assured her parents that it would return within the next three days, and Kimberly was thankful she didn’t have to listen to her mother cry. It’s strange, the never ending silence. Everything seems so different. It’s hard to explain. She is released from the hospital a day after the explosion (or as her parents think, an effect from a very loud science experiment gone wrong), and all she wants to do is curl in bed and wait.


The boys visit and they bounce around her room like children, and Kimberly is thrilled she can’t hear them. Her amusement is clear as she watches them, and it’s almost serene; these are her boys, the three boys she’d lay her life down for. Zack with his goofy smile and his never ending love for adventures. Billy with his big heart and puppy dog eyes and his loyalty to something they weren’t even sure they could pull off. And Jason with his belief in her, with his messy hair and strong gaze. So, she sits there and let’s them laugh and suddenly she can’t wait to hear that sound again.


-


Kimberly’s parents adore Trini, they have from the moment they met her. Her mother dotes on Trini and her father laughs at all of her girlfriend’s lame jokes; it’s picture perfect, and she knows she’s much too lucky to have these amazing parents that are equally as amazing with her girlfriend. She figures that’s why her parents don’t freak out when they come in later that night after the boys have left and find Trini glued to Kimberly’s side; if they’re affected by it, they definitely don’t show it.


Trini doesn’t try to talk to her, she doesn’t write anything down on the whiteboard Billy brought her, she just lays with her head on Kimberly’s chest. A smile spreads across her face as she plays with Trini’s soft hair and she can feel the way her girlfriend taps along to the thump of her heartbeat. Her eyes close until she feels a gentle fingertip swirling on her chest and it takes her a moment to realize that Trini is writing something on her collarbone.


First there’s an I. And then she can feel the soft twirl of a heart being drawn and that’s all Kimberly needs to understand, she catches Trini’s hand in her own and brings it to her lips. Of course her girlfriend would choose this moment for their first ‘I love you’ and Kimberly simply smiles and says it out loud. Based on the way Trini cringes with a laugh, she can guess that she screamed it but that doesn’t matter. She’d scream it from the highest building in Angel Grove if she could.


Kimberly keeps yelling it until Trini climbs onto her and steals every ‘I love you’ from her mouth with a simple kiss.


-


Kimberly is already annoyed by the second day, she hates that she can’t hear what’s going on around her. All she can do is watch. She watches Zack’s mouth move until she can see Billy and Jason fall back with laughter. She watches her father spin her mother around and she can clearly tell that he is singing. But Trini stays silent, she doesn’t even attempt to speak. She just holds Kimberly and they sit in a peaceful silence. That night, after her parents have gone to bed, Trini sneaks back into her room with a soft smile.


Trini is gentle with her as she sweeps her into kisses and smooths her hands along her body, and Kimberly delivers the opposite as she pulls hastily at clothing. If she can’t hear, then she’ll settle for feeling. She’ll settle for the look on her girlfriend’s face as she lays on her back with her hair messily spread around her. She’ll settle with having Trini any way she can. And she settles for it because she can hear every noise in the back of her mind.


She knows Trini gasps when Kimberly presses open mouthed kisses to her neck. She can almost hear Trini giggling as she trails kisses down her toned abdomen with hair that tickles at Trini’s body. She doesn’t need to actually hear Trini to know exactly what words slip from her mouth once her fingers glide into warm heat. Kimberly kisses Trini breathless, and Trini lays beneath her with pink cheeks and a sleepy smile while her finger lazily traces a heart along her collarbone.


Kimberly doesn’t need to hear when everything Trini wants to say is in her soft kiss.


-


It takes almost three days for her hearing to come back, and the first thing she hears is a soft guitar. Her brow scrunches and her body aches as she rolls over and frowns at the sight of her friends camped out on her floor. They have stopped by every day after school to deliver homework and much needed laughter, but it seems they’re taking a softer route today. Kimberly shifts on the bed and curls her arms around her pillow as she watches Trini strum the guitar while humming softly.


“Sing.”


“Any requests?”


“Sing the song you were singing in the hospital when Kim was admitted.” Billy beams as he eagerly claps his hands. “The one you wrote for Kim!”


Trini shakes her head as she looks to Billy for a moment while the tune on her guitar changes, “How did you even hear that? I thought I was being quiet.”


“You were crying,” Billy frowns. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.”


Kimberly feels her heart swell and drop all in one go at the knowledge that she unwillingly made Trini cry. She can count on one hand the times she has seen Trini cry, and three of those times have now been because of her. She bites back a sigh as she settles against her pillow and watches Trini blush as she begins to change the flow of her sound while her gaze drops to the strings.


“I can’t count the times I almost said what’s on my mind, but I didn’t. Just the other day, I wrote down all the things I’d say but I couldn’t. Just couldn’t.”


Sound has never been as important to Kimberly as it was in this moment; the second Trini’s voice fills the room it makes her realize how relieved she is that the blast in her Zord wasn’t any worse. Trini’s voice is something that Kimberly can’t describe, it’s so unlike her normal harsh tone. Especially when she sings in Spanish, Kimberly never knew how sexy a foreign language could be until Trini playfully sang her a nursery rhyme one rainy afternoon.


“Baby, I know that you’ve been wondering, so here goes nothing…”


Kimberly feels like she’s floating as she watches Trini break down her walls and spill out the truth in her lyrics. She can tell the boys are completely enraptured by her as they all sit with wide eyes and dropped jaws; Trini didn’t really sing for anyone other than herself and her boys, she always told Kimberly that she saved those moments for the people she loved the most, she says she’s afraid that people will say she sucks. Kimberly thinks she’s just afraid of being vulnerable.


“In case you didn’t know, I’m crazy about you. I’d be lying if I said I could live this life without you. Even though I don’t tell you all the time, you had my heart a long, long time ago. In case you didn’t know.”


“Oh, I knew.”


Her voice sounds almost foreign to her, and it causes every occupant in the room to go stock still. And then the burst of noise hits her and she cringes, it sends an immediate wave of pain through her. All at once, Trini stands and pushes Jason aside as she crawls onto the bed with Kimberly and presses a shower of kisses along her face. Kimberly sighs as she tucks her head under Trini’s chin and closes her eyes; she hears the boys hollering for her parents, she hears Trini ordering them to shut up, but most importantly she hears the steady heartbeat that thrums deep in Trini’s chest; the same heart that belongs to her.


With a gentle touch, Kimberly reaches up to trace a heart on Trini’s collarbone.


“I love you, too.” Trini whispers.


Kimberly swears she has never heard anything better than that.

Wow Gray, Kinky Much? | G.D.

Requested By: Anon

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It was a peaceful Saturday afternoon in L.A. You were laying on a couch, your head in Grayson’s lap. You were scrolling through tumblr, and he was distractedly running his fingers through your hair. You stopped abruptly at one post, a laugh bubbling up from your throat.

“What, Y/N” Grayson asked. You angled the phone so he couldn’t see the screen, and smirked up at him. “Nothing, Gray. It’s nothing.” But you were laughing. “Nooo, Y/N tell meee,” he whined. “I mean ok, but you asked for it bup.” You told him, before sitting up and clearing your throat.

“Okay, Gray, it’s a picture of you. And you’re holding up a shoe-

“Wait, how is this funny?” He butted in. You shushed him.

“I’m getting to it. Anyway, you’re holding up your shoe and the first caption says ’wow, that’s a big shoe you got there Gray.’ And then someone reblogged it and said ‘Well, the bigger the feet the bigger the meat.” You could barely get through it without laughing. Gray turned red. “Sometimes I’m real glad I’m not on tumblr,” He mumbled. You just laughed harder. “Okay, you know what, we’re gonna go find some other dirty stuff, because this is hilarious!” You quickly clicked over to their youtube channel, and scrolled deep into the comments before stumbling on your first one. “Lick lick lick, I wanna eat yo dick,” You read. Gray had his cringe face on. “Wow, that one even rhymed,” you laughed to yourself. Just then Ethan walked out into the living room.

“Hey guys, what’s up? Are you being all coupley and shit, because if so, I’m out.”

“No E, I’m actually just making Gray cringe, wanna join us?” You responded. His face lit up. “Definitely! I’m always up for embarrassing Gray!”

“Alright then, shall we continue? Kelsey G. says ‘Ok, so I’m an Ethan girl (at which E smiled proudly) but Grayson can make me feel some type of way. Sometimes I accidentally start fantasizing about fucking him. Like damn, that would be so good.” You read. Ethan snorted. Grayson screeched in horror. “Wait, it gets worse,” you smirked. 

“Fiona Trickzzz says ‘Omg Grayson is daddy material. Like, I bet during sex he’d make you call him daddy, so I call him that too when I’m alone. I’m just getting ready, you know?’ Oh my gosh!!” You laughed. Gray just looked kinda uncomfortable, and went “No, that’s Ethan’s thing, okay.” Ethan looked away, but he couldn’t hide his smirk.

“Okay, next one. ‘So we all know that Gray likes choking people. And omG he has the perfect arms for it!! Wow, It’s so hot to even think about..” You burst out laughing. “Wow Gray, kinky much?” He just blushed even harder, and groaned. “Nooooooo. Y/N, can we be done now, this is so uncomfortable.” You shook your head, still laughing.

“Fine Gray. You just gotta promise that the only person you’ll ever choke is me.”

Him and Ethan burst out laughing. “Okay, definitely. I will only ever choke you, I promise. I will choke you in sickness and health, for richer or for poor. I will choke you until death do us part.”

You just giggled and fell into his arms.

“I love you.”

“One crow for sorrow,
Two crows for joy,
Three crows  for a girl,
Four crows  for a boy,
Five crows  for silver,
Six crows for gold,
Seven crows  for a secret,
Never to be told.
Eight crows  for a wish,
Nine crows  for a kiss,
Ten crows for a bird,
You must not miss.”


The rhyme has its origins in superstitions connected with magpies, considered a bird of ill omen in some cultures, and in Britain, at least as far back as the early sixteenth century. On occasion, jackdaws, crows, and other Corvidae are associated with the rhyme also.

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Here’s a TINY portion of the stuff my aunt and uncle gave us!  The Simba stuff is my favourite by far. This is like a 10th of what they gave us!

Also my books from when I was little that my mother found - the Christmas book and the nursery rhymes ones she used to read to me!

Julian is already being spoiled rotten. Oops.

Think Outside the Lovesquare Day 4: Friendly Rivalry

Neither of them could remember exactly what Kim said. In fact, by this point, it didn’t really matter. He’d issued a challenge, and normally Chloe couldn’t possibly care less about Kim and his stupid dares, but this time, Alix had informed Chloe, with the most smug grin on her face, that this contest wasn’t for Chloe.

As if Chloe couldn’t do it.

As if Chloe couldn’t do anything she set her mind to.

Chloe remembered filing her nails and commenting, “If you can do it, I’m sure I could do it better.”

“That’s big talk.” Alix stepped closer, hands on her hips as she stared Chloe down. “I bet you’ll quit in a day.”

Chloe set the file down and glared up at her. “I bet I’ll be better than you in two weeks.”

“Fine. If you lose, you have to let Alya pick your outfits for a week.”

A flash of anger lit in her eyes, and Chloe sat up straighter. “And if you lose, you have to write a speech about how great I am for the whole class.”

“Fine.” Alix slammed her hands down on Chloe’s desk, but Chloe didn’t even flinch. “Daddy’s money can’t buy you talent, you know.”

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