I have faith in this universe...

1 2 3 4

From:

[continued.]

I pick the winners.

oh yeah? hell ya

idk maybe we could meet up? [She may have only talked to the guy for 0.4 seconds but who cares? Fiona is all about on the fly decisions.]

From:

[continued.]

I like you too. [Which is dangerous for a Gallagher. Self-sabatoge is imminent.]

Edited Date: 2016-08-14 02:33 pm (UTC)

From:

You know. It might be crazy, but yes, I'd like that.

When and where? [On he fly decisions pretty much defines Bucky's life.]

From:

So, come on down, and let's see how silly we can be.

From:

How about the Dunkin' Donuts on Komensky? Gimme an hour.

From:

All right. Lemme talk to my brother and I'll head up after work tonight

From:

Sweet! See you tonight!

From:

Sounds perfect. See you there.

From:

It took some convincing and a pretty open-ended IOU for Lip to agree to letting Fi dip out for the whole weekend on such short notice, but he likes Harry so he doesn't mind so much as he's the oldest boy and younger than her and has to give her shit. Truthfully, she'd have been more suspicious if he'd agreed with no fuss at all.

After work, she stops by the house to grab a few things and above them in a bag. She kisses all her kids bye--or ateast the ones around the house af the moment--and tells them not to let Frank get into too much trouble while she's gone. A chorus of "Good luck," and "Yeah right,"'s followed her out the door.

The train ride to his side of town wasn't particularly long, and after stopping to grab a coffee, she was on her way into the found herself at his doorstep. "Surprise!"

From:

True to her word, an hour later, Fiona is at the coffee shop, dressed fairly casual in a tank top and a pair of cut off shorts and it's only as she gets her coffee in hand she realizes she has no idea who she's meeting or if he's ready here.

She shrugs and takes a quick picture of herself and sends him a quick text:

So you know who you're lookin for.

She shrugs and sips at her coffee. Hopefully he's cute.

Edited Date: 2016-08-14 06:58 pm (UTC)

From:

Harry had been spiffying the house, as well as ordering pizza, and buying various other supplies, all day, trying to stay cool as he thought of Fi coming down to his house. And for a whole weekend? Holy moley!

"Hey! Welcome to the House!" Harry hopped out the door, hugged, her and then beckoned her in.

"Come in. The beer's cold, the pizza is on the way, and the hot tub is warming up."

From:

Looking at the picture, Bucky grinned, and then headed into the shop. He was wearing a jacket and glove, covering up his metal arm, and a white t-shirt and jeans under them. His cherry-red tennis shoes were vintage, and he grinned as he stepped in, looked around, then spotted her. Wow.

"Hello, miss?" He stuck out his other hand, grinning a shy grin. "Reporting for duty as requested."

Okay, well, he was a military man, even when he wasn't one.

From:

Fiona returns the hug and follows him inside. His place is always a thousand times cleaner than her own, but then again he doesn't have Frank and any number between nine and twelve people running through his house all hours of the day and night. And that's not even counting additional ones if the kids have friends over.

She always feels weirdly at home here though, or maybe she just makes everywhere she goes that way, so her bag finds the floor and her coffee finds the nearest flat surface, "You know how ta treat a girl right," she mutters, arms around his neck and then she's kissing him.

From:

She spins when he addresses her and grins as her eyes sweep over him. Hel-lo random texter. "Holy shit," she mutters, shaking her head and realizing that wasn't the best first thing to say. "Sorry, hi." She shakes his hand.

"I'm Fiona."

From:

Harry blushed, and then his arms were around her again and he kissed her back, hands planting on her ass as he pulled her close, and let himself get lost in that kiss. Her lips, her warmth, the feel of her arms, all of it was like an intoxicating drug, and he drank it all in until his head swam.

When the kiss finally broke, he grinned at her, "Well, hello to you, too."

From:

"Hello, Fiona. I'm James, but everyone calls me Bucky." He met her hand and shook it, then nodded to the chairs nearby. "Shall we sit?"

She was hot, and had a beautiful voice.

From:

[continued.]

You sure? It'll take me a day to get there, but I can come to you if you need somethin'.

And you're always welcome to come crash on my couch for a couple days.

From:

viewsource

No seriously! I was just overreacting. Everything's fine now.

Though never would hurt to have a change of scenery. Maybe I'm driving myself crazy around here.

From:

All right if ur sure.

Come help me yell at Frank, it's a great stress reliever

From:

She growls somewhere in the back of hrr throat when he grabs her, nips and tugs lightly at his lip. He's easy to get lost in, she's not entirely sure why, but it's always that way with Harry. She likes it, though.

"Mmm, so how about we move this party to the hot tub, huh?" she waggles her eyebrows at him.

From:

"Nice ta meetcha, Bucky." The smile she wears is wide and eager. How can a guy so sexy be so polite?! She's already impressed and whether that says something about her standards, her experiences, or both is debatable.

"Yeah, sure," she nods and goes over to one of the empty tables. "So, you're just here on, like, vacay, then?" Since he'd mentioned the fair before, it was an easy enough keep to make.

From:

[continued.]

Does anyone ever REALLY wanna deal with ppl tho?

ppl r dicks. fuck their bullshit, E.

$viewsource: (:\cliche hacker image.)$

From:

viewsource

I know a few people people but I don't know if they're legit.

I ignore most of it.

From: