#and I'll rent out the flat so that covers that

[expatesque]

Okay so has anyone done solo traveling as like... an adult? Do I have to stay in hostels to meet people and avoid going insane or can I skip? Will group trips be full of 21 year olds? How much do people usually budget for this kind of thing?

#im thinking maybe august through the end of the year #and I'll rent out the flat so that covers that #and then I'll need to save some money i expect but like #how much #lol I'm so unprepared #to clarify I'm talking about traveling for like 4 or 5 months not a week or two #I'm thinking august in (northern) europe #then sep in India then Bhutan #then two weeks in japan #and then the rest of oct / nov in S America #before going home for Dec #maybe via NY for a week or so

[moralesispunk]

john price x wife x simon riley started something like this... (all links to John x reader x Simon here)

warnings: mdni below, Price with a cuckolding and housewife (if you look closely) kink, masterbation, p in v sex

After a mission that had John away for over a month, you wanted nothing more than to have your husband back in your arms. On the day he was meant to return you had started on dinner, had been walking around the house in only your lacy underwear and apron as a surprise for him, had been thinking of everything you wanted him to do to you... and that's when the call came.

One of his team, Simon, didn't have anywhere to go. An issue with the flat he had been renting and no places he could see that were ready to rent on his return home had John offering him your spare room.

"I'm sorry, darling, I know-"

"No, no, it's okay. You're a good man, you know that?" He just huffed down the line so you lowered your voice and added. "We can just see how good I am at keeping quiet for you, sir."

And fuck, if that didn't have Price speeding home all the quicker.

By the time the front door was opening you had pulled on a tshirt and jeans, had still been waiting at the door for your man. Regardless of the company, he hadn't thought twice about pulling you into his arms, letting you pepper his face with kisses as you told him how much you missed him.

That is until a voice cleared in the doorway.

Behind John stood a man who was bigger than any you had seen before, a man who's face was still covered in a mask with a skull on it and his broad shoulders holding a duffle bag that looked empty for holding all his worldly possessions. A scarred hand reached up and pulled the mask off, revealing the light blonde hair, hazel eyes, and some stubble. A handsome, albeit intimidating, man you had met here and there over the years.

Your husband turned you in his arms, holding you by the waist as you smiled up at Simon.

"That's shit about the flat, Simon," you said and he just grunted. "I have dinner on, should be ready in fifteen if you're both hungry?"

"Starvin'." John leaned over your shoulder and kissed your cheek. "Let me get Simon set up in the spare room and I'll be back."

So Price did. He left you with a pat on the ass that had you laughing and Simon's jaw clenching, following Price upstairs and to a neat spare room, waiting there until he was shouted for dinner because he couldn't bare spending more time with you than he has to.

It was sick how much he had leered after his Captain's wife. Fucking sick. How every time he had met you over the years it was an effort not to stare at how beautiful you were, how your laugh was the most perfect thing he had ever heard. how the way you said his name was enough to get him hard.

Price saw the way Simon kept look to you at dinner, the way his eyes flicked down to the black lace that was showing through your t-shirt before clearing his throat and shuffling in his chair. How he would look at you when you were looking at Price and yet look down at his plate when your attention turned to Simon.

And he saw the way you - his perfect, little wife - looked at Simon over the next few weeks, becoming closer and closer with the man until some nights you were sitting by his side on the sofa and your knees touching his thigh.

Simon, fuck Simon couldn't help himself. The first night he heard your breathy moans through the wall, as if you were biting on your lip to keep it down, he was frozen. He held his breath the entire time, only breathing again when he heard your final contented sigh. The second time he found his hand over his boxers, palming himself until he he came without even wrapping his hand around himself. Every time after that he gave up trying to stop himself, hand wrapped around his cock and squeezing his eyes closed as if he could imagine the faces you made when you came.

But Price knew. He heard when Simon had let a moan of your name slip out one time, Price's back against the headboard that bordered your bedroom and the spare room. Your husband had looked at you to see if you had heard but your focus was on him, nails digging into his chest as you rocked your hips.

The next morning, Price paid extra attention to you both. The way Simon's eyes lingered on the hem of your sleep shorts that left little to the imagination. The way your eyes trailed down Simon's body when he reached his hands over his head in a yawn and his t-shirt lifted. The lingering glances and the way you held onto John's hand just that bit tighter as if you were trying to reassure yourself.

He seen it all and he knew he was about to have some fun with it.

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[vanwritesfan-fiction]

Truth or Dare

Kinktober Day Two Prompt: Pool/Hot Tub

A Jack Harlow x Reader Fic

Warnings: Smut, Language

"I'm not getting in the water." Jack looked at you as he took a sip from the Perrier bottle he had in his grip. "Ok, that's fine." You were spending one more night in the house you rented while Jack was working in LA, the plan just to hang out and order some food. You quickly got bored and suggested a quick dip in the pool before bed, but Jack adamantly declined to join you.

"I mean it. I don't like swimming." You shed your swimsuit cover up, tossing it on one of the lounge chairs off to the side. You adjusted the straps of your bikini, making sure Jack had a perfect view of the way your breasts spilled out of the top. "I heard you the first time, babe." He groaned, running his fingers through his beard, as you adjusted your bottoms higher to show more of your ass.

You carefully took the steps into the water, Jack watching you as you swam to the middle of the pool. "The most I'll do is put my feet in." You chuckled as he sat on the edge, dangling his long legs into the water. You leaned back, arching your back as you floated in the water, looking up at the night sky.

You swam over to him, resting your arms over the side. "Is it 'cause you can't swim?", you asked, toying with him. Jack rolled his eyes, taking the last sip from the bottle. "You know damn well I can swim, girl."

Ah, gotcha. So you're just scared." You pushed away from the edge, a sly grin on your face. Jack rolled his shoulders back, his ego taking a quick hit. You were trying to get to him, anything to make him cave, but it wasn't gonna work. "You're cute." He wagged a finger at you, pushing himself to stand back up. You whined as he started to walk back inside. "Jack, I was just kidding. Stay, please?"

He threw a thumb over his shoulder, gesturing to the house. "Why don't you come inside, I'll have that thing you call a bikini off of you in two seconds flat." Warmth pooled in your stomach at the thought as you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth.

"How about this? Let's play a game", you suggested, "Truth or Dare". Jack raised his eyebrows in intrigue. "Okay, I'm in, but every truth you don't answer, you take off a piece of clothing, we don't need to worry about any dares." He flashed his pearly whites, well aware this game wasn't starting off fair, but you were desperate, and willing to play along.

"Fine, same for you though. You go first." you remarked, agreeing to his terms. Jack teetered over the edge of the pool. "Ok, did Urban like me when we first started dating?" You narrowed your eyes at him, waiting for his response. Jack pulled his t-shirt off over his head, exposing his toned chest, his biceps flexing as he stretched. "Wow, remind me to have a conversation with Urban when we get back to Louisville", you scoffed.

"Alright, your turn, since we're talking about first impressions. What does your dad think of me?" Jack knew your dad wasn't his biggest fan and that was putting it lightly. You pulled the strings of your bikini bottom, placing it on the concrete.

"I knew it! He hates me." Jack scowled.

"Ok, am I the first girl you've ever told "I love you" to?" You raked your hair out of your face. Jack placed his hands at his hips, shifting his weight back and forth on his feet. You were sure he was going to take off another piece of clothing to avoid answering the question.

"Uh, no", he scratched at the back of his neck, "but you're the first one I've truly meant it with." He was slow to look at you, holding his breath. You felt yourself blush at his answer, quickly realizing you didn't want to play games anymore.

With one hand you untied your bikini top, allowing it float away in the water.

"Its not even your turn. What are you doing?" Jack questioned, adjusting himself as he made out your naked body under the water.

"You have five seconds to get in the water, Jackman."

Jack shed his shorts before jumping into the deep end, making you giggle when the water splashed you. It went quiet for a minute before you felt something grab at your leg, a shriek leaving your mouth.

"Don't do that!" You slapped Jack's chest as he emerged from the water, his curls plastered to his forehead. "Who's scared now?", he playfully pinched at your hips, making you squirm.

"Still you", you responded as you wrapped your arms around his neck, his hands palming your ass to keep you afloat. "Did you really mean that? Am I the first girl that you've really loved?" You pushed his hair out of his face, his blue eyes radiant in the pool lighting. "No, I just said that to get you naked. It was really easy." He let out a deep chuckle, as he wrapped you in his arms, gently pushing you up against the wall.

Your lips crashed with his, the kiss desperate and hungry, your hands finding his wet curls as your ankles hooked around his waist. Jack's hands roamed your body, sliding between your thighs. You moaned against his mouth as he pushed his fingers through your folds, a single digit teasing your entrance. The feeling of his fingers filling you up made you gasp, a squeal leaving your lips as he slowly thrusted in and out of your core, your toes curling with each movement.

"Fuck, Jack." You threw your head back as he continued finger fucking you, his lips curling around one of your nipples, budding against the cool LA air.

You were already clenching down around his hand when he pulled out of you, grabbing at his erect length to replace his hands. You scrambled to get your footing, slipping against the wet tile. "I can't reach the bottom", you edged out against his mouth, trying to touch the bottom of the pool so you could stand. "It's fine, I gotcha." Jack responded quickly, lifting you so you could lay your forearms on the edge of the pool.

"You have to be quiet, baby", Jack warned, earning a frantic nod from you. You pulled your bottom lip in between your teeth to stop your moans as he slowly entered your throbbing pussy, water splashing around you as he set a pace with his hips that had you gasping for air. "Fuck, Jack", you whined out, holding onto his shoulders to steady yourself, your arms and legs already starting fatigue from the position he held you in.

He rested his forehead against your chest, panting as he continued to drive into you, his hands at your hips forcing you to meet him with each snap of his hips. He quickly felt his orgasm start to build, and you were right behind him, the coil in your stomach tightening as your legs went numb.

"Shit, I'm so fuckin' close, babe." You moaned out, holding Jack tighter against your chest. He had you suspended in the water, your back arching against the edge of the pool. "Fuck, let go, baby." His words of encouragement sent you over the edge, your walls fluttering around his cock as Jack continued to thrust, following closely behind you with his own orgasm. He hips staggered as he came inside of you, stopping to catch his breath as you stroked his hair.

Jack pressed a kiss between your breasts before trailing up to meet your mouth, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth as he kissed you lazily, exhaustion evident in his movements.

"You know I was just joking about Urban not liking you, he's always liked you." Jack handed you your bikini top as it floated past him, moving to the edge to push himself out of the water. "I was not joking about my dad not liking you." Jack's face dropped at your words, but he tried to hide it behind his t-shirt as he dried his face. "I'm just kidding, babe. He loves you."

Jack landed a hard smack on your bare ass, making you jump as you ran into the house. "Really not funny, babe."

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[vivwritesfics]

Fake It Till You Make It

Chapter Three - First 'Date'

The Princess of Monaco is wild and out of control. She needs to stop being in the tabloids for all the wrong reasons. Charles Leclerc has had a spot of bad press since his very public break up. He needs some good PR. What better way to fix their problems than to pair them up?

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Series Masterlist

Party Princess's Potential Prince

F1 fans are always delighted to see the Party Princess and her year's of friendship with Fernando Alonso. Every Monaco Grand Prix the two greet each other like old friends.

They were seen embracing upon the Princess's arrival to the paddock. Most fans thought nothing of it. It was normal for the pair. Ever since she first met him at ten years old.

Although interactions between the Party Princess and Alonso have been nothing but platonic, some if us are left to wonder if there is something more going on?

Princess Y/N is known for the string of lovers she had. Here at The Monaco Press, we have been lucky enough to interview some of these lovers. When asked for a comment, several of these lovers agreed that their is a high likelihood that the Party Princess has found herself a much older man.

The Monaco Press will bring you the latest on this story as it unfolds.

"Why the hell are you in my apartment?"

Prince Henri walked around the apartment. No matter how large he knew it was, the mess and the clutter made everything feel so much smaller. He kicked away a dirty, sparkly dress. "Can I not come and visit my baby sister?"

"You could have given me some warning," she said as she picked up the dress and the clothes that surrounded it.

Henri shook his head. "Get dressed. We're going out to dinner."

But she sat down on the couch instead. Henri rolled his eyes and stepped over the mess, walking into her bedroom. "Hen, piss off," she called over her shoulder. "I don't want to go to dinner with you."

A dress hit the back of her head. She grabbed it from the back of the sofa and held it out in front of her. It wasn't like the normal dresses she found herself in in the middle of the night, which were far too short low cut. It was black, went down to her knees, and covered up her arms.

"Seriously? Henri, I'll look like a nun."

"I don't care. Do I need to get you shoes as well?"

She glared and marched past him, into her bedroom. She slammed the door shut, quickly got dressed and ran a brush through her hair. She grabbed some flats that matched the dress and pulled them on.

When she was finished she opened the door and stepped out. "Jewellery," Henri said, turning her back around and pushing her into her room.

Her jewellery was all expensive and gorgeous. She picked out some stud earring that, although they didn't look like a lot, were worth more than her rent. Her necklace was simple, too, and she didn't bother with bracelets. Checking herself in the mirror, she walked out of her room. "Good enough for you, your highness?" She asked with a mocking bow.

Henri offered her his arm. She reluctantly took it and followed Henri out of her apartment.

It was a surprise to find no chauffeur waiting for them. Henri opened the car door for her before slipping into the drivers seat. "I've booked out the entire restaurant," he said as he began driving through the streets of Monaco. "Don't leave until you've given him a chance. Please."

"Wait, him?" She suddenly cried. "Henri, I thought we were going for dinner! You can't just set up a date for me and not tell me!"

Henri tightened his grip on the steering wheel. "I can and I have," he said.

She huffed as she sank down into her seat. "Who is it?"

"Charles Leclerc."

Charles Leclerc. She had only met him once before. He and his brother were meeting the Monaco family for some super formal interview. Charles had looked at her for most of the interview, and constantly brought up his girlfriend. It was big headed of him to assume she wanted him to the point where he mentioned his girlfriend every five minutes and she'd decided then that she didn't like him.

"Why?"

Henri slightly turned his head towards her while still keeping his eye on the road.

"Why have you set me up with Charles Leclerc?"

Henri shrugged his shoulders, and she could have strangled him. "You need good PR and he needs good PR. It just makes sense."

For the rest of the journey to the restaurant she was silent. She didn’t want to talk to Henri, not when he was such an ass.

When he parked up outside of the restaurant, she still didn't move. "Y/N, come on," Henri huffed. "Stop acting like a child," he said and opened his car door.

If there were paparazzi around, they definitely saw her getting dragged out of the car by the future king. "Henri! Stop!" She cried as she tried to fight her brother off. But he was bigger and stronger than her.

Her had her inside of the restaurant and sat down at a table in no time. She scowled, arms folded over her chest as she stared at the empty seat across from her.

"You have my permission to do whatever it takes to keep her here," Henri whispered to the hostess as he left the restaurant.

Keeping her there meant serving her drinks and bread. Twenty minutes later, the black Ferrari with the white and red stripe appeared.

Dressed in a black suit, Charles walked into the restaurant. He looked incredibly handsome, but that wasn't what she was thinking when she saw him.

"You're late."

"Sorry about that, chérie."

"Don't call me that," she spat as another drink was placed in front of her. "You know this isn't a real date, right? You know Henri only set this up so that we look good."

Charles nodded his head. "I'm aware," he said, playing with the rings on his fingers.

"Then why are you here? To waste my time?"

Charles shook his head. Taking his wine glass, he lifted it to his lips and took a quick sip. He placed it back down and cleared his throat.

"Your brother and I have been talking," he began. "Because of my recent trouble with the media after a messy break up, and because of your constant PR blunders and messy nights out, Henri and I thought it would be a good idea if you and I 'dated'. That way we could pull the media's attention away from our fuck ups and onto our seemingly perfect relationship."

She let out a dry laugh. "Do you really think that'll work?"

Charles shrugged his shoulders. "There's only one way to find out."

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted something just outside of the restaurant window. "Let me prove it to you," he said, reaching for her hand with a blissed out smile on his face.

When she saw the flash of a camera, she placed her hand in his and painted a practiced smile on her face. Her laugh, too, was practiced, perfected after years of unwillingly being in the spotlight.

"Do you think it'll look like too much if I drove you back to your apartment after this?" Charles asked as the food was placed in front of them.

She rolled her eyes and just hoped the paparazzi didn't see. "Nothing is too much for the party princess," she spat.

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[nocoastposts]

Happy Friday! This rec list is lengthy, kinky, and explicit. I'll have an additional list up soon, but this one is dedicated to some excellent E-rated gems.

Please remember to mind the tags - especially for these recs! - and kindly skip anything that doesn't suit you.

If you enjoy these, make sure to leave kudos and check out the authors additional works. Fic links and summaries below the cut.

in the dead of night | @littlemisskittentoes | E | 3.8k

“Hm, am I still dreaming, or is there a very pretty boy playing with me under the covers?” Alex’s voice is gruff. Its edges are coated in lingering sleep, and the drowsy-slow pull of the words slows them to a deeper accent than he usually lets slip through. The syrupy drawl skitters the length of Henry’s spine.

or, Henry knows he can always rely on Alex to tire him out when sleep is far off.

If We're Caught in a Wave (I Will Carry You Over) | @sparklepocalypse | E | 5.9k

There it is, up ahead – the small island just offshore, with Alex’s favorite broad, flat stone outcropping, perfect for sunning himself in seclusion. He splashes into the shallows and dives in when the water’s up to his knees, and it’s a matter of maybe a minute’s swim to reach the island. Alex finds his footing among the sand and pebbles, pulls himself upright, and shakes the water out of his hair, then pushes it back from his face. He can practically hear the outcropping calling to him -- you know, if inanimate rock could speak.

Alex stretches, his mid-back satisfyingly popping, and then skirts his way between some larger rocks until his sunning rock is in view. Except – there’s someone already on the outcropping, their short blond hair shimmering in the sunshine, the upper slant of their shoulders visible from where Alex is standing.

(Movie or Bookverse AU; Alex rents a remote beach house and Henry is a cecaelia.)

What I Need Tonight | @sparklepocalypse (again, always, etc.) | E | 3.5k

It’s two in the morning on a Tuesday when the clatter of something hitting the bathroom floor startles Henry awake. At first, his groggy mind assumes it’s Alex – but then Alex snuffles in his sleep behind him and tightens his arms around Henry’s waist.

There’s another clatter, and then a shuffling noise, and Henry’s eyes widen. He reaches back and grabs Alex’s thigh, shaking him.

(A temporal folding M/M/M AU that takes place post-canon but pre-bonus chapter.)

It's Called Tact, Fuck-Rag! | largepeachicedtea | E | 12.8k

Texas had been an odd choice, some might say. Henry thinks it's perfect. College is a time to go crazy, after all. A Scream AU

when he walks in (i am loved) | @kill8a | E | 10.3k

Henry has chores. They’re chores he’s allocated to himself, ones he loves to do in his free time, when he’s home alone. But he can’t keep thinking about Alex, what he did to him this morning, and it proves to be a distraction.

or, henry gets well fucked and well loved.

[ My final rec is for the four-part series please, please have me by @everwitch-magiks; the total word count is 29.7k. I really love the summaries for each installment, so I've included 'em all.]

Hope and Glory | E | 3.5k

Any moment now, that door will open again and another man will enter, another stranger will bare himself and quietly slot himself into the hole in the wooden panel. And Henry will swallow him down, willingly, greedily. He will use his mouth and his tongue and both of his hands, and he will lose himself in every little sound, every low groan and trembling whimper, every sharp intake of breath. He will bring the stranger to the brink and then over it, will smile faintly as feels the man pulsing in between his hands, will brush a chaste kiss against the tip before he lets go.

Henry joins an exclusive, members only sex club and lives out an impossible fantasy. Along the way, he forms a connection with an enigmatic lover.

Everything I Never Thought I'd Ever Find | E | 5.3k

The man is rubbing his length alongside Alex's as promised, his breathing heavy as Alex engages him in a series of wild, open-mouthed kisses, all teeth and tongue, give and take. Alex is shaking with want as he struggles to keep his arms still, to keep kissing, to keep himself from losing control entirely, to be good. God, he wants to be good.

Alex had never dared to hope that his sexual escapades with an irresistible stranger could turn into so much more.

That Look In Your Eyes | E | 4.7k

They’re trying something new. It’s a bit of an indulgence on Henry’s part. Earlier that night, he had walked into the now familiar room to find Alex as utterly irresistible as always: naked and blindfolded and so impossibly willing, so wonderfully eager. In that exact moment, Henry had decided that it was time for something a little bit different.

One brief but intriguing conversation later, Henry had been very pleased to pull the silk scarf from his own neck. Clearly, they'd just found a better use for it.

When The Time Is Right | E | 16.1k

“Maybe I could challenge you more,” Henry suggests, his eyes carefully trained on Alex. “And hold you accountable for longer. How does that sound?” “That sounds fucking amazing,” Alex tells him, the words coming out in a rush. “Yes. That. Please.” “Alright, then.” Henry offers him a sly grin. “Alex, love. You just gave me a wonderful idea.” It’s really something, how quickly Alex’s heartbeat picks up. “Oh? Do tell.” Henry’s grin widens. He looks alarmingly pleased with himself. “How would you feel about a staycation?”

When Alex asks Henry for something a little more intense in the bedroom, they end up taking more than just their sex life to the next level.

I've got another post in the works with some longer fics that are a mixture of all types of themes, ratings, and so on.

Feel free to request fic recs anytime!

XOXO,

Amy | NoCoastPosts

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[luveline]

Would you ever do a rockstar!remus one from before he’s famous or when he’s a ‘starving musician’ sort of deal? How do you think it was for them back then? Feel free to ignore or do headcanons or change it or whatever you want!!

No pressure I just love your work!!!!!

ty for ur request! I took starving artist literally because it's an unfortunate truth so tw for having little money ♡

"Did you eat today?" you ask a very tired Remus. 

He's collapsed on your sofa with a hot water bottle held to his sore hip. His response comes sluggishly. "Yeah, I did. Did you?" 

"What did you have?" 

He turns his head to watch you where you're looking through your fridge. It's better stocked than his, but barely. "James' mum sent him with a bunch of things. Are you hungry? We can go out if you want to, dove." 

The door shuts with a thunk. You turn to him, a starving artist in your own right. There's oil paint lining the stretch of your naked forearm. If he weren't so tired from work and rehearsal he'd rub it away for you with a little of the white spirit you keep in the corner of your flat sarcastically dubbed 'the studio'. As it is, the thought of standing makes him want to cry. 

You sit heavily on the armrest by his head, turned so you're facing each other. Your hand, similarly paint-flecked, cards through his hair tenderly. "We can't afford it." 

"I have it." 

"But to spend on takeaway?" 

He closes his eyes because your touch is more soothing than any balm, and because you're right. If you get food tonight he won't be able to get the bus tomorrow, and if he can't get the bus he can't work. He feels more than guilty about it; if he hadn't needed new strings he could treat you to something nice. You deserve something nice. 

He curls his fingers around your elbow and follows a soft line up until he's covering your hand with his own and pulling it to his mouth. He kisses your palm slowly, eyes closed. 

"When this whole thing works out, I'll get you everything," he promises quietly.

Everything. You'll never worry about food or rent or clothes. He'll cut your credit card in half. He'll buy you a thousand different oil paints, every colour he can find. 

"I don't want everything," you say, without a hint of performance. "I just want you." 

After a bit of persuasion you duck your face down to his level and he kisses you, so full of love that each sluggish press of his lips is bursting with it. 

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[magicalrocketships]

Doing a little digital spring cleaning tonight and I found the beginning of a Harry/Louis fic I swear I've never seen before in my life but I absolutely wrote, so it's definitely time to share. A shameless rip-off of the plot of Jilly Cooper's The Man Who Made Husbands Jealous, which is an entire novel about a hot dude being paid by women with cheating husbands to make them jealous and stop cheating. Except in this one, Louis's masterminding the whole thing. Probably. I don't actually remember writing it.

The Man Who Made Husbands Jealous (would have been Harry/Louis in the end, if I'd ever written more than... this).

"We're broke," Louis says flatly, dropping down onto the sofa next to Harry and showing him his bank statement.

"We're not," Harry says, putting down his iPad. He's been playing online bingo again, which occasionally brings in enough money to cover going to Sainsbury's and putting stuff in the cupboards. He glances at the bank statement. "Are we?"

"Broke," Louis says, and he puts his feet in Harry's lap. "We've got ten days to have enough money in my account before the rent goes out. Any ideas?"

"None," Harry says.

Time was, they could have tapped Harry's parents for a loan, but there had been a small misunderstanding and for now, that was off the table. It was no use trying to get money out of Louis's mum; she hadn't got it and Louis wouldn't ask if she did. He was utterly devoted to her and wouldn't take a penny. "What happened to that TV work that Ben was talking about?"

"Still happening, I think. Just not right now. Not in the next ten days."

"Do you remember when we didn't care about this stuff, and we just partied and spent what we wanted?"

"You're still like that," Louis pokes him in the thigh with his toes. "Since when has an overdraft stopped you going out?" He dropped a crumpled envelope in Harry's lap. "That came for you, by the way."

"This crumpled?" Harry asks mildly.

"It may have had a small fight with the letterbox," Louis says, since the return address says R. Maddox, and Louis has always hated Ruby, right from the moment they'd met and she'd made an immediate play for Harry, right under her husband's nose.

"Invitation to a party on Saturday," Harry says, tossing it towards Louis. "Do you want to come?"

"Pretty certain it won't say my name on that invite."

"It doesn't. I'll sweet-talk you in. There's probably going to be a free bar, her husband's loaded."

"Won't say no to that," Louis says, and that's that.

~*~

The flat Louis and Harry lived in was a cramped, tiny attic space in Kentish Town, only cheap enough for them to live in because the landlady's mum lived downstairs and bullied her daughter into not putting up the rent because Harry was so charming and would spend ages with her in the kitchen, drinking tea and flirting. Louis she had no time for, but that was mostly because the first time she'd met him, he'd been so drunk he couldn't see straight, and he'd fallen over her bin and vomited in the begonias.

It was also close enough to Primrose Hill that they could lie when asked where they lived, and frankly that was helpful when it came to explaining why they were worth knowing at parties. They had, at one point, been on the cusp of hosting these parties themselves. They'd failed to win X Factor a few years ago, and been promised a record contract anyway. They'd done the cycle of parties, the five of them that had had a band together back then, but had never truly broken past the outside perimeter. The others had faded out of London after a time, leaving Harry and Louis to continue sharing a flat and jumping from job to job.

When Harry got up on Sunday, naked underneath his dressing gown, Louis was sitting at the little table in the kitchen with his laptop.

"Have you been to bed?" Harry asks, putting the kettle on.

"For a bit," Louis says. "I've found us a way to make money."

"It's too early for money," Harry says, which is his usual approach. He'd grown up having it, so he's never tempered his lifestyle to reflect the fact that right now, they don't have it.

"Never," Louis says. "So I got talking to Ruby Maddox last night."

"You hate each other."

"We were drunk. She credits you with saving her marriage, you know."

"She slept with me while her husband was in Paris. Funny way of saving her marriage."

"Made him so jealous he stopped screwing his PR girl," Louis says. "How'd you fancy doing it again?"

"Sleeping with Ruby Maddox?" Harry looks perplexed. "Could do, I suppose."

"No," Louis says. "Her friend Georgina Meadows."

"Could I sleep with Georgina Meadows?"

"Actively not sleep with Georgina Meadows," Louis says. "Her husband's left her for his PA."

"Do I know Georgina Meadows?"

"Not yet. But you will."

"I need a cup of coffee," Harry says. "And then another one."

~*~

They take Louis's beaten-up old Golf to meet Georgina Meadows that afternoon. It barely scraped through its last MOT, so come the next one, unless money comes from somewhere, they'll be car-less again.

"Who is she?" Harry asks. "Why am I meeting her?"

"She's going to pay you to flirt with her to make her husband jealous," Louis explains. "And let me do the business side of things, you'll go in easy because she's crying or something, and she's loaded and we're broke.”

“All right,” Harry says. “Let’s do it.”

#fic that i wrote #well apparently #i don't actually remember #harry/louis 1d fic #i wonder if I actually had plans for this #or if I was just taking it out for a little ride to see where it went

[currentlyfckingurmom]

Her Song Part 2

I place the Neighborhood's album, Wiped Out!, on the turntable and drop the needle. It was definitely worth investing half of my life's savings into an expensive record player that connected to the store's high-end sound system. If you're gonna own a record shop, you have to splurge on what really matters— the music.

Since it's past eight at night, there's nobody working in the store except for me. We close in half an hour, and I never make Ash or David (my other employee) stay that late because we rarely get any customers after seven. Syd fell asleep in the bean bag chairs half an hour ago, so it might as well be just me.

But I don't mind because that just means I can turn up the volume and sing along without fear of embarrassment. "Cry Baby" comes on and I turn it up as much as I can without waking Syd.

I sing the lyrics as I check the records inventory, writing down which vinyls are currently rented out, or are out of stock and need to be ordered. I get so into the music that I don't even hear the door open.

A gentle hand resting on my arm scares the shit out of me and I turn around to face the culprit, a small squeal of terror escaping my throat. I sigh in relief when I see Florence standing there and not a robber or axe murderer.

"Oh my god, don't do that," I breathe out with my hand flat against my chest, feeling my heart race in fear.

"I'm sorry," she cringed in apology. "I didn't mean to scare you. I tried calling your name a few times but it seems you were kind of in your own world," she explains.

"No- yeah, no, it's good. We're cool," I stutter, embarrassed that she saw my...performance.

We stand there in silence for a moment, though it isn't awkward; small smiles and rosy cheeks fill the void, happily keeping discomfort from seeping into the interaction.

"So, um, I was just thinking maybe I could get a cup of tea? And I really like this album that's playing so could I possibly rent it out?" Florence asks suddenly.

"Oh, of course! I'll go make your tea first and then I'll grab a vinyl for you," I tell her, already walking toward the cafe counter. "For here or to go?"

"For here. I think I'll stick around for a bit, see if you've got any other recommendations for me," she answers cheerily.

"Oh, definitely. Fair warning, though: my music taste is all over the place. I'm talking classic rock to pop to death metal to alternative to- well, you get the point, so anything I recommend will probably be totally random," I ramble, at which her intoxicating laugh fills the small shop.

I hum lowly to the music as I prepare the Yorkshire tea. Just from the one time she came into the shop, I already remember exactly how she takes it. I can feel her eyes watching me as I pour the steaming hot water, but I pretend not to.

She sits on one of the stools at the cafe bar, and I set her tea down in front of her. We exchange a smile and I say, "I'm gonna go grab that record for you. I'll be right back."

She nods and I navigate the aisles, already knowing exactly where the Neighborhood's albums are. I run my finger along the shelf before picking up the nicest Wiped Out! vinyl in the store. Technically, we have a rental copy of each album and I'm not supposed to rent out the for-sale vinyls, but I'm the boss, so who really cares if I make an exception just this once?

She hands me her card as I walk by her table and I ring up her stuff at the counter. The receipt prints out and I check to make sure she's not looking before flipping it over and writing "Dr. Feelgood by Mötley Crüe is one of my favorite rock albums :)"

I slip the receipt inside the record cover and place it down on Florence's table. Turning to walk away, I stop when she says "Wait, have a seat! I want to know more about you."

Sitting down across from her with a small smile, I ask, "Well, what would you like to know?"

"For starters, your name would be nice," she quips.

"Ah, fair game. I'm Y/N. And you?" I return the question even though I already know the answer.

She slightly squints her eyes, probably trying to figure out if I'm messing with her, before saying "Im Florence. It's nice to meet you, Y/N."

"It's nice to meet you, as well, Florence."

She smiles and slightly bites her lip, looking down at the table. "So where are you from?" she blurts out.

"Small town in Georgia," I reply. "Let me guess, based on the accent, I'm gonna say you're from...Texas. Oh yeah, definitely Texas," I joke, feigning seriousness.

"Hell yeah, I'm from Texas," she says with a fake southern drawl.

Laughing, I ask, "For real, though. Where are you from?"

"Oxford," she replies easily, returning to her normal British accent.

"Sounds posh," I mutter under my breath. She must've heard me, though, because she bursts out laughing once more and my cheeks begin to hurt from smiling so much.

Her phone vibrates and she checks it, frowning at the message on the screen. "I'm sorry, I have to go. It's been nice talking with you, Y/N. Thank you for the tea and the record."

"Anytime, Florence. The rental details are on the receipt. Have a nice night," I say as she grabs her stuff and walks toward the door.

"Goodnight," she calls before leaving the shop. I sigh and check the time, realizing I should've closed twenty minutes ago.

I rush to shut everything down and about fifteen minutes later, I'm ready to go.

Gently shaking her tiny body, I whisper, "Syd, babe, wake up. It's time to go home."

She stirs slightly and mumbles, "Don't wanna get up, Momma. I don't feel good."

"What's wrong?"

"Just don't feel good." She falls back asleep immediately and I give up, gently picking her up and carrying her out of the store.

The rest of the night is filled with a sick five-year-old and thoughts of an enthralling British woman. She seemed very upset by that text she got. I hope everything is okay.

#florence pugh x y/n #florence pugh x you #florence pugh x reader #florence pugh #yelena belova

[mythicamagic]

Sukuna's Roommate (Sukuna x reader fic) chapter two

Summary: The rent is cheap, that's the only reason you're moving into apartment 167 on such short notice. The rent is cheap, you remind yourself again, staring up at the four-armed monster you would be living with. (Female reader x Sukuna)

Warnings: some dubcon moments and general Sukuna stuff i.e: murder. Will eventually feature smut.

Chapters: One

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~Chapter Two~

It proved difficult to decide on what to react to first. The spiked up pink hair with the dark undercut? His strikingly attractive bold, black tattoos? The fact that he was very obviously almost naked and standing right in front of me? The twin sets of eyes sitting just below his regular ones that stared at me in growing boredom? My eyes chose their target and flicked down to the series of arms, two of which had now perched on his hips, claws- yes- clawed fingernails tapping impatiently. My mouth felt dry. I swallowed, blinking rapidly.

“P-put some clothes on!”

Ah, it seems my mind was more modest than concerned about the fantastical.

The man rose an eyebrow. “Hah? I’m dressed enough.”

“You are not!! That- that thing barely covers everything!” I thrust a hand over his image as if to shield myself from the sun's glare, specifically blocking out his lower half. “Put on some decent clothes!”

“Your volume is already grating on my nerves, woman.”

‘This is not normal. None of this is normal.’ My face flushed scarlet as my mind screamed, forcing myself to inch stiffly out of the doorway.

“D-do I even have the right place? This must be some mistake.” I leaned back to check the numbers on the door hopefully.

“No mistake. You wanted a room to move into and I have one spare,” the man drawled, largely unconcerned with the whole thing as if he did this all the time. “You may address me as Sukuna.”

My eyes flitted back to him at the mention of his name. He was unlike anyone I’d ever seen before. Blood was pumping so swiftly through my body, heart racing too fast for me to feel comfortable meeting his direct stare for too long. An uncomfortable intensity lurked inside it. Predatory, yes- but nothing quite so simple as that.

“…Heh,” Sukuna’s eyes glittered as if he was having fun. Red. A sense of foreboding assured me they were not contacts. “Gotta say, this is the longest a human has ever gone without asking about my arms. Are you shy or just cripplingly polite?” He leaned forward with a patronising air, the tenor of his voice lowering into an almost intimate purr. His hot breath fanned over my cheek like the ghost of teeth on flesh. “Ah, or maybe you’re afraid? Did I hit the bullseye? It's alright, I'll be magnanimous and allow you to be scared.”

Dwarfed by his stifling presence and reeling from- well, everything- I couldn’t hold back the urge to step away, maybe even run.

A hand snapped out as if he’d read my thoughts, grabbing me by the scruff and dragging me fully inside the apartment. The door soon slammed shut with a grim sense of finality.

Hot breath hissed over my parted lips, closer now. Something flipped in my lower stomach, tightening into a confused but euphoric heat. “Now, now. I didn’t give you permission to leave, human,” Sukuna grinned, tipping his head slightly to one side and assessing my face- no doubt frozen in terror.

“W-why do you keep talking like you’re not…one?” I managed to croak. A cold sweat had broken out at the back of my neck.

His eyes turned flat. “I’d have thought the four arms and extra eyes would tip you off that I wasn’t mortal.”

‘Let me go’ had been on the tip of my tongue. The normal reaction for any woman being held like a ragdoll would be to struggle and scream. I could feel it. The hysteria building inside me.

A mocking glint entered his expression- and the words abruptly fizzled into nothingness on my tongue. It was there in his bearing, the ego pouring out of him. In that moment, I could see myself in his gaze. Cowering, shying away from his intimidating aura.

Something stubborn straightened my spine. I glared, gesturing with no small amount of heat in my cheeks between us. “I’m dealing with a naked guy right in front of me. Give me some space and maybe I’ll think a little more clearly.”

Surprise flitted over his face, and I took the opportunity to slip out of his slack hold and duck around him, easing further into his den.

The distance had the desired effect and taking a few breaths, I managed to gather my bearings. Okay, this guy was clearly dangerous. ‘Not human’ lingered like a heavy reminder, mingling with the pungent odour of new paint clinging to deep red walls. A black couch and other belongings had been shoved to one side to make room. From what I could see, the space practically radiated ‘bachelor pad.’

A thought occurred to me and wouldn’t leave, so repressing the tremor in my voice, I met his gaze levelly. “I feel like we’ve slipped off track. You…did submit the request for a roommate, right?” I double-checked. A letting agent had confirmed everything, including the set up of rent payment.

Pleasant surprise mingled with frustration briefly in his expression, before it smoothed out. He nodded.

“If you’re done trying to scare me- or whatever it is you think you’re doing- could you maybe point me in the direction of my room?”

It was all talk. I was beyond intimidated, but I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of acknowledging it anymore- not when he’d looked so damn happy to see me squirm. It was obvious by now that being afraid accomplished nothing, and neither did trying to run- at least right away. Maybe I could slip out of the apartment later.

Sukuna gauged my mood a second longer, and seemed about ready to call my bluff- when his mouth clicked shut. His brow quirked, and he lifted a tattooed shoulder in a half-shrug, trudging away with long strides to the left of the living room and leaning against the threshold of an open door.

Taking the silent prompt, I awkwardly tugged my forgotten suitcase over and peered into the room while simultaneously trying to avoid touching the barely clothed menace lingering nearby. It was simple in décor, plain and with a single bed shoved in the corner like an afterthought.

“Let’s lay some ground rules while we’re getting acquainted,” Sukuna began conversely. The smile he shot down at me was anything but warm. “Don’t invite anyone else into my domain without permission, got it? That means no boyfriends or girlfriends can casually drop by- no pizza guys, technicians or those damn salespeople.”

A clawed black nail rose up, touching beneath my chin and sending a jolt of shock through my system. His skin radiated warmth.

“Oh and do the dishes,” he sneered, exposing a sharp canine. “Mess is a pain when it comes from someone aside from me. Pick up after yourself or you’ll be picking your limbs out of the trash.”

My stomach chilled. A shudder betrayed me. I could tell this wasn’t just an offhand threat. I didn’t even want to know what would happen if I invited someone over.

I somehow managed to stop my voice from shaking. “Anything else?”

Sukuna’s eyes danced. “Try not to bore me like my last little roommate.”

Had he killed them? I swiftly shoved that thought down and took a breath. 'Keep going. Don’t give an inch.' 

“Alright. May I say my conditions now?”

“What?”

“You put the toilet seat down for one,” I ticked off my fingers. “But most of all- you wear some more uh…layers around the house.”

“Layers?”

“Clothes.”

He looked almost playful, gesturing down his torso. “You don’t like what I’m wearing?”

“It wouldn’t be so bad if you were wearing underwear.” I couldn't be certain, but under that thin layer of white material barely shielding his crotch- I almost thought I'd glimpsed two uh- ...bulges down there. Not that I was looking.

“Uh-huh," Sukuna drawled. "You got anything else you want me to not listen to, brat?”

I bristled and dared point at his smug face. “Respect is a two-way street, sir. How can you expect me to listen to your ground-rules if you don’t listen to mine?”

“The worst I get if I don’t listen is some nagging. The worst you get is death for annoying me. Doesn't give much incentive for me to heed you, now does it?” He leered, leaning just a little closer. “Has it sunk in yet? This isn’t a shared apartment. It’s my domain. You just rent a tiny space inside it.”

My temper flared hotly. The threat of death was the only thing holding me at bay from biting him on the nose. “If that’s the way you think- why bother trying to get a roommate in the first place! They’ll be nothing but a bother to you!”

“I like having a pet around.”

This guy was unbelievable. Putting aside whatever supernatural creature he was, his male ego was clearly in tact. Grabbing the door, I stepped inside my room, lugging my suitcase in. The door creaked as black nails latched onto the handle, preventing me from swinging it shut. 

"Where do you think you're going?" Sukuna snorted. 

I glared. "To bed. Talking to you is exhausting. I'll phone the letting agents tomorrow to arrange for me to go somewhere else." 

"Heh, you still think you can leave just like that?" He pulled the door closer to himself, forcing me to lull forward along with it. My eyes widened as I drew in uncomfortably near to his face again. "You've seen me now, Morsel. The arms, the eyes. I can't just let you go wandering off. You might squeal." 

"M-morsel?" I muttered, dazed. 

Sukuna kept talking as if he hadn't heard me. "Get nice and comfy. You're going to be here for a while, provided you're smart enough not to tick me off." 

With that said, he clamped his hand over my face. Before I could even panic about the pressure of his figures on my skull- a warm, wet sensation drew over my lips and nose like a slimy paintbrush. 

It withdrew, only to thrust inside my mouth, wringing out a disgusted shriek. I'd kissed enough guys to recognise a tongue when I felt one. This wasn't a kiss though. It was a claiming. It dominated my mouth and choked me of air. 

It licked inside, delving deep and thoroughly tasting me, to the point I felt tears prick my eyes alongside heat flaring in my gut. Despite my struggling, Sukuna only released me of his own accord, stepping away with a chuckle. I gawked in horror at the sight. 

A mouth grinned at me from the very centre of his palm. "A pleasure," it spoke in his voice. 

With that, Sukuna turned and left, wandering away as if pulled elsewhere by the caprice of his mood. I stood there, speechless, face wet, and utterly dishevelled. 

What the hell had I gotten myself into? 

tbc

Chapter Three - here

#sukuna ryomen #jjk sukuna #jujustu kaisen #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n

[eilinelsghost]

hello friend!! 3, 17 and 21 for the ask game please 💕💕

Hello friend!!

Questions 3 and 17 I covered in this post.

21. Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of.

Oh yikes. This is so hard. Hmmmmmmm.... I think I'm going to go with the Atani burial rites for this one. They were really meaningful to work on and have ended up becoming one of the things that undergirds the whole series at this point. I'll put the except from Atandil part 5 in here, but they also show up in chapter 5 of Atanatárissë - and writing that one in particular completely wrecked me.

Balan stepped forward and knelt beside the first in the shrouded line, Thurbrand, a venerable warrior who had carried a spear since Balan’s childhood, and he folded the cloth back across the chest. He touched three fingers to each temple, to the valley between the eyes, to the chin. “Honor be upon you, my father,” he said softly, his voice intoning the practiced calm of a benediction. “Valor rest within you, my brother. Peace take you within her arms, my son.” Baran knelt in the grass above the warrior’s head, his hands extended to hold a clay bowl, intricately painted and partitioned into three shallow sections, cupped within his palms. Balan reached out as he finished the invocation and took a seed from each segment. Gently, he opened Thurbrand’s mouth and set the seeds upon the tongue, closing the lips once again.  “From earth and from water were we ordered, from earth and from water were we formed. Return now to the soil that shaped us and from it grow again in life anew: grain for our sustenance, fruit for our delight, the oak tree tall for our shelter.” His hand rested for a long moment over Thurbrand’s face, then he stepped back a few paces from the prostrate form and knelt to one knee, his palms laid flat upon the ground and his head bowed. After a pause, he rose once more and moved to the next body, repeating the ritual again. “Honor be upon you, my mother. Valor rest within you, my sister. Peace take you within her arms, my daughter.” It was a custom done in scorn of death, Balan would tell Finrod later that night as they sat beside the fire in the hush of the midnight watch. He might come ever ravening among them, but they would scorn his maw. Even in their rotting they would lay claim to life. Balan moved down the line, until all seven had been tended. Then he stepped backwards, never turning his back to the line of bodies, until he stood foremost in the waiting line of warriors. Baran had moved now to stand at his side, and Finrod noted with a start that even Belen stood among them, leaning heavily upon his spear while his face was drawn with pain and determination. Then they sang. Not even Makalaurë’s voice echoing through the darkened halls of Tirion had rent Finrod’s heart with the piercing ache of this lament, rough-sung and cried out in abandon. It began quietly, first with Balan's voice alone, but soon it spread throughout the whole kindred, shifting in waves as the music passed from tongue to tongue. A rolling chant, the words layered each over the other, until the voices lifted once more in the long, wailing cry, while over them the line of warriors chanted in unison, Death the destroyer, Death the slayer. Death the coward, Death the betrayer. Dead the makers, dead the life-givers. Dead the valiant, dead the troth-keepers. Living the memory, living the honor. Living we hold you, deathless we make you.

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Thanks so much for the ask!!

#asks and answers #my writing

[mxshpitmom]

Part 1 of my new Simon “Ghost” Riley fanfic called Little Ghost. ~ In this fic Tessa and Simon had a small fling four years ago and as a result Tessa had gotten pregnant. She never told Simon because she felt like he cared more about the military than her anyway so she kept their daughter a secret. But now Alessia is curious to who her daddy could be and asking questions.

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?”

Tessa sighed and nodded her head. "I'll be perfectly fine Mia." She said with a faint smile, pulling her older sister in for a hug. Both sisters stood hugging each for a good solid five minuets before they pulled apart. "I promise I'll call you on Skype once I get us settled in my apartment.

"Okay." Mia smiled at her then glanced down at Alessia, Devin's daughter. "Come here little monster!" Alessia reached her small arms up to her aunt and jumped into her chest. "I'm gonna miss you."

"I'm miss you too." Alessia whispered against her aunts hair. She sniffled loudly then wiped her eyes. "Alright, you should probably get going if you don't want to hit traffic." Tessa smiled and held her arms out to Alessia. The little girl giggled and threw herself in to Tessa’s arms. Tessa stood with Alessia on the sidewalk as Mia climbed back into her small silver Honda.

Mia still didn't feel right about leaving her baby sister and her four year old niece behind, but she knew that had to let go at some point. It was time that Tessa moved on with her life and found some form of independence. MIA heaved a deep sigh as she strapped on her seatbelt then waved goodbye as she threw her car in drive and drove away before she changed her mind and packed up all of their stuff into her car again.

Tessa stayed put until her sisters car vanished around the corner. She sighed and pushed her hand through her blonde hair. "You ready Alessia?" She asked the bubbly little girl. Alessia nodded her head swiftly.

Tessa sat her down gently on the sidewalk and handed her some lightweight bags to carry. Her eyes flicked up to the apartment building, a slow smile spread across her face. "Okay. You can do this... We can do this." She whispered mostly to herself. With that she picked up the last of her boxes and made her way up to their second floor apartment with Alessia close on her heels.

The outside of the building looked old and run down. A couple windows on the ground floor were boarded up and broken, the walls were covered in graffiti, and trash was littered around the surrounding area. To the average person it looked like a place where homeless people might crash or druggies might hide their stash or hang out at to get high, but really it was actually very nice on the inside. The apartment that Tessa was renting for them had white walls, large floor to ceiling windows at the rear, and brand new dark cherry hardwood floors. Their new home was rather spacious and had a large master bed and bath, along with a fully furnished living room and kitchen. The only furniture she needed was for the bedroom. Yes it was a one room apartment but it was big enough for the both of them and Alessia didn't mind sharing a room with her mom.

As soon as Tessa had opened the front door Alessia took off exploring her new home. There were boxes stacked upon boxes spread all over the apartment. To her it was like a shiny new castle to call her own.

She ran back to the bedroom to look through the boxes for her dress up clothes. She found them instantly and put on a pink leotard and black tutu, paired with a black headband and flats.

From the doorway Devin watched Riley dance around the room like a ballerina. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she watched her dance. It still amazed her that Alessia was her daughter. She was so much like Tessa in many, many ways. She had the same jawline, skin tone, and long wavy natural brown locks that Tessa had been born with. Of course Riley had features that belonged to her father, but in Devin's mind she was her mini me.

"Mommy!"

"Yes baby?" She smiled down at Riley and let her drag her out to the middle of the floor.

"Dance with me!" She cried and twirled in a small circle.

This made Tessa’s smile deepen. She loved dancing with Alessia, she always made up the most cutest dance routines she had ever seen. She picked up Alessia and spun her in circles before grabbing her old iPod and hooked it up to her laptop. The first song she put on was You Give Love A Bad Name by Bon Jovi.

"I love this song!" Alessia tossed her arms into the air then began jumping on the mattress that laid in the back corner of the room. By the second chorus both Alessia and her mother were jumping around and screaming the lyrics at the top of their lungs.

"Shot through the heart and you're to blame. You give love a bad name." Tessa handed Alessia a hairbrush to use as a microphone.

"Bad name!" Alessia shouted back to her mom. She laughed wildly as her mom pretended to play the guitar and head-bang.

"I play my part and you play your game

You give love a bad name!"

"Bad name!"

"You give love, oh!" Tessa raised her arm above her head, shaking her hair all around. They both collapsed on the mattress out of breath and sweaty.

"That was fun!" Alessia exclaimed pushing her hair out of her face.

"Yeah?" Tessa stood up and lowered the music."How about we do that every night before dinner.

Sound like a plan?"

Alessia jumped up and down excitedly. "Every

night!"

Tessa let out a soft laugh. "Alright. Now what do you want for dinner?"

Alessia’s brow creased together while she thought.

"Hhmm... MAC N CHEESE!!"

"Mac and cheese it is." She said and walked off to the kitchen.

While she cooked Alessia read her the directions as best as she could and tested each piece of food as it was finished. Once the food was ready Tessa drained the pasta and mixed the cheese powder in with the pasta. She handed Alessia some plates and plastic forks to set at the table.

"All set mommy." The little girl smiled up at her mother triumphantly.

"Good job sweetie. I'm so proud of you." She said as she helped her up into the chair.

After a few moments of silence Alessia sat her fork down and pushed her plate away from her. Tessa noticed this instantly and turned her attention to her child. She cocked her head to the side and asked what was wrong. Alessia stayed silent for a minute then said, "When do I get to meet daddy?"

A deep pain filled Tessa’s chest as she thought about this. It felt like someone was twisting a double edged knife in between her ribs. Her brow knitted together. Naturally she had been waiting for Alessia to ask that question, but she didn't think that she would ask her so soon. Hell they hadn't even gotten more than five boxes unpacked. Her eyes flicked up to meet Riley's crystal clear blue eyes, her once bright face fell into a look of pain and sadness. She let out the breath that she had been holding. Her head dropped into her hands.

She honestly didn't know what to say at this point.

After a while she picked up her head and placed her hand on Alessia’s arm. "Soon baby. I promise.” Thankfully Alessia didn't ask anymore questions for the night and went to bed shortly after Tessa had cleaned up the dishes.

After Tessa had went back to read her a bedtime story and put her to bed for a second time she grabbed her laptop and set it up out in the living room. She grabbed her headphones and plugged them in so that she wouldn't wake up Alessia. While she waited for her sister to answer her Skype call she grabbed a blanket out of one of the boxes marked 'living room'.

"Hey." Mia smiled brightly at Tessa. "How is it so far?"

Tessa sighed and nodded her head slowly. "It's uhm... going. How was the drive back home?"

Mia’s smile dropped for a second, "What happened?" She asked completely ignoring her sisters question. It was too easy for her to tell when things weren’t good with Tessa, the woman practically an open book.

"Well, things were fine until she asked about Simon.”

Mia’s jaw dropped slightly at this.

"Tessa-"

Tessa held up her hand to cut her off. "I didn't discuss it with her I just told her that she would get to meet him soon."

"Do you even know where to find him? Does he have a girlfriend? If he does you can't just walk up to him and tell him that he has a kid with you. Or how do you know that he won't be like some asshole that denies the fact that Alessia is his?"

Leave it to Mia to be straightforward about things. She never was one to sugar coat anything or to truly mince words. Sometimes that annoyed Tessa and other times -like now- it helped her to focus and get things done. She sighed and rubbed her temples.

"Okay. Two things- first, one question at a time. And second, you need to learn to breathe in between monologues."

Mia rolled her eyes playfully and casually flipped off her sister. "Okay, fine. First question; Do you know where to find him?"

"No not really. I kind of figured that I could just show up at the visitor’s center and ask for him. Either that or look up his mom and see if she knew how to get in touch with him." She said with a shrug.

“Are you fucking dumb?!” Abby cries loudly, causing Devin to yank her earbuds out of her ears. "Sorry." She muttered as she clicked on a new internet window. “You’re not gonna go through his mom or anyone else, we’ll just take a trip to post and see what that gets us.”

After a few minuets of searching she finally pulled up the visitor center’s page. “It says that civilians are allowed on post as long as they are accompanied by or met with a service member…” she let her words trail off as she scanned over the information, “okay so you and me have to present our drivers licenses and we have to tell the gate gained that we’re there to meet with him and or his superior officer.” Mia clicked back over to the Skype page, “which I’m assuming that you don’t know who that is.”

“No I don’t, I lost track of Simon after… well you know.”

Mia’s face scrunched up with a look of disgust. She knew exactly what Tessa had been referring to. “Well fuck." She groaned and leaned back in her chair. “I could try to do some more internet sleuthing and see if I can find his mom on social media, maybe she has some stuff posted about him.”

“You can try, but I doubt it, Si was always super private and his mom respected that.” Tessa felt like her heart weighed a ton and suddenly dropped to the pit of her stomach. A moment of silence fell over the two sisters, neither one of them could think of a way to even confirm that Simon was in fact still stationed in town.

"Damn." Was all that Tessa could manage once the silence had reached an uncomfortable level. On the screen Mia nodded her head. About a million different scenarios had played through Tessa’s mind for the last four years and now that the time had come she was completely at a loss for what to do next. If the time ever came what would Tessa even say to Simon? He clearly moved on from her without a problem. He never bothered to phone her back after she had left. And honestly if it wasn’t for her daughter she probably never would’ve gave Simon another thought. She sighed and fell back into the couch.

"What are you going to do?" Mia asked in a soft tone, her hands resting under her chin.

"I have no idea.. but you’re right the best option we have is to try the visitor’s center and hope like hell that he’ll come down there to see us.

Mia smiled weakly. “Or at the very least try to see what two whack jobs are trying to claim that they have his kid with them!” This brought a genuine smile to Tessa’s face. She knew that Simon would probably show up for that reason, just so he could stand there and say that she was crazy. “Well try and get some sleep, okay? We'll meet up tomorrow to talk about this some more."

Tessa shook her head, "Can't. I have to look for a new job." She waved her hand around behind her. “Kind of have a new apartment to rent.”

"Okay well I'll watch Alessia while you job hunt then we can talk afterwards.” She paused to let out a soft chuckle. “And then we can stalk your baby daddy.”

"Works for me. See you tomorrow."

"Goodnight Tess."

Both girls hung up at the same time and headed off to bed for the night. Tessa still felt like she had a knot the size of Texas in her stomach as she slowly made her way back to her bedroom. When she laid down next to Alessia she gave her a soft kiss on her forehead, covered her back up with the blanket and told her that she loved her.

The next morning Tessa was woken by light forcing its way through the curtains and onto her face. She groaned and yanked the blanket back over her face. In the distance she heard a light giggle bounce off the walls and fill her ears. Soon the weight of Alessia was forced down onto Tessa’s stomach. "Oof!" Alessia continued to bounce up and down on her mother until she sat up. "Good morning to you too Alessia." She laughed and pushed herself up from the warmth of the blankets.

"Come on mommy! Breakfast!"

"Okay okay, I'm coming." Quickly she pulled on an old Metallica tshirt and followed Alessia to the kitchen. "Holy shit!" She jumped back a few feet, her legs bumped into Alessia as her hand flew to her chest. Her heart raced as she took in the sight of her sister standing in the middle of her kitchen.

Mia smiled smugly. "Morning.

"How did you get in here?!"

"You may want to teach your daughter to ask who's at the door before buzzing people inside."

"Got it." She gave a weak thumbs up and began preparing Alessia some breakfast. "What are you doing here so early anyway?" Mia just rolled her eyes and slid a small notebook across the counter to Mia. She took the notebook in her hands and skimmed over her sisters notes. "You can't be serious."

"Dead serious.” Mia replied in a emotionless tone. “Now go get dressed."

"I told you I have to go look-"

"For a job." Mia finished. An air of annoyance coated her voice. "I know. But this might be the best time to meet with him and get this sorted out."

Tessa shook her head, causing her long blonde hair to fall in her face. No way would she be able to confront Simon right after just moving to the same town that he was stationed in. She at least needed some more time to get herself and Alessia settled first. She sighed heavily and squeezed her eyes shut, hoping that maybe this was all dream and that she would wake up soon. But of course it wasn’t a dream and she was actually in the process of reconnecting her daughter with her father.

"Come on Tess!" Mia pleaded with her sister. "If my internet sleuthing skills are still good, and hopefully my information is, then he’s going to be leaving soon and it’ll only make you spin out more if you have to wait.” Her eyes were wide with excitement and hope. “Now is the perfect time!"

For a good five minuets they stood in silence while Alessia ate her breakfast in the living room. A few different scenarios played through her mind, only a couple of them had a good outcome. Granted even though she was starting to feel uncomfortable facing Simon yet, she knew that she had to put aside her own personal emotions to do what was best for her child.

"You know what," she began slowly, “give me an hour to get myself and Alessia ready, and think this over."

Mia nodded her head in agreement, “Fine with me."

Tessa sighed and went to go try and coax Alessia away from the television. This was really happening wasn't it? She was really about to take her child to meet her father for the very first time. Deep inside she felt scared and nervous, not for herself but more for Alessia. Tessa hadn't seen Simon since she was in her early twenties and if memory served correctly Simon was passionate about his job and very much the suffer in silence type of guy. Which she didn’t fully blame him for isolating himself a lot given the way he had been abused by his father. But still the Simon she had known back then wasn’t the type to be a father. He was a little too closed off and couldn’t ever open up to her and try to make their relationship work.

At one point he had been told six months prior to leaving that he was going to be deployed for a year and he never bothered to tell her until an hour or two before he had to leave. He had claimed that he had not wanted to see her cry about him leaving but she never bought that, it always felt like he just didn’t tell her because he couldn’t work up the courage to break up with her yet so he did that to make her do it instead. That had actually been the last time that she had seen Simon in person. It had also been the night that she and him had gotten completely trashed and had sex. He had also been really immature back then and honestly Tessa wasn't too sure if he had completely changed at all over these last four years. That was part of what scared her about doing this. If he hasn't matured over the years or gotten over his communication issues or really any of it then he probably wouldn't be ready to handle taking on just the knowledge of him having a child.

"Hey, you okay?" Mia asked from the doorway.

Tessa nodded her head and continued to look for an acceptable outfit. This whole situation was stressing her out so bad that it was now affecting little everyday choices like finding an outfit. Mia scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“What's bothering you?"

"I'm just really freaked out. Like what if he hasn't changed? What if he still parties like he did when I had been with him and still doesn't own up to his problems, or what if-”

"Relax okay? It's been four years. He's probably changed more than you think.”

"I sure as hell hope you're right." She took a deep breath and tugged on a Slipknot tour shirt. "Riley are you ready love?” The brown haired little girl smiled brightly up at her mom, arms stretched out wide for her to pick her up.

Mia nodded her head and went to grab her car keys off the entryway table. Tessa picked up Alessia, grabbed her shoes and a beanie then followed her sister out to the car.

#simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley fluff #john soap mactavish #soap cod #ghost cod #kyle gaz garrick #alex keller cod #captain john price #cod fanfic #simon ghost riley fanfiction

[thekrows-nest]

(anon)

What would happen if Dove was every bit as cautious and aloof as Gabby? Maybe they even live together.

They’re not interested in him past customer service or he even gets barred from the cafe. Maybe Dove is actually kinda rude.

They always walk out of work with at least one or two others to carpool home (and go together/run straight out to the waiting carpool in the morning). The route home is hard to tail on a scooter. They have buff jock flatmates and there’s always someone else home. Maybe it’s in a block of flats with access cards and they’re on the third floor.

Due to cheap rent Dove sleeps in a shared room with bunks. They are all so close they hang out in the same rooms, text constantly and never shut their doors. The tv is never on loud, nobody wears headphones and someone is always waiting for Dove to get out of the shower so they can go in.

No web presence, device cameras are taped over and security is good, they don’t go out. Groceries and whatever else they shop in a group.

They have security cameras everywhere outside, the phone line and power box are inaccessible to tamper with and their blinds are always shut/windows are frosted. The ‘birdwatching’ is fruitless.

There are rose bushes under the ground floor windows and the drainpipe is greased. There might be dogs that go nuts at any approach. (The dogs are walked in a group by people who are not Dove.)

A nosy nonna neighbour is always watching and starts prying very obviously if she sees an assumed man going to/hanging around Dove’s flat.

If Krow pretended to be a delivery guy someone else answers the door. If he tried to pose as a repairman to plant cameras or leave a window unlocked one of the roomies is tech savvy/works in it and recognises what he’s doing. Better yet they know the usual maintenance man and ring to check why a random showed up.

Maybe they call the handyman directly to ask where he is! Everything gets double checked directly with everyone involved and safety apps with panic features are on every phone. Nobody runs out to check on a weird noise, opens the door without expecting to see that person, or investigates a baby crying.

None of the roomies will befriend Krow, let him rent there, date him or even let him infiltrate as a one night stand. (I’ve decided they’re a very closed possessive polycule.)

No matter what Krow does he just cannot get past small talk or snatch Dove. Every base is covered, this will never change and he’s getting frustrated because nothing is possible.

What is he gonna do?

hehe get bonked idiot 🍿

"...I s-suppose a change in t-tactics is in o-order..."

Krow's a yandere, and a persistent one at that. He won't give up. If going to Dove directly won't do it, he'll have to... change things up.

If Dove is that hostile to him in the beginning, he'll back off and just become a silent observer. Studying habits, routines, all the little tics and motions of everyone in the group. Even if it takes a long time, even if it takes a lot of effort. He'll get Dove.

I'll say this will most likely end in them getting kidnapped, since they wouldn't give him the time of the day in the first place (and what else is a lovestruck desperate yan to do?)

Getting there though would involve a LOT of trickery, plotting, slowly picking the others off, and even calling in favors if he really must (not his first choice, but if he's gotta to get to Dove, well). Figuring out the maintenance companies Dove (and the group as a whole uses) to figure out things like banking information of the others, routines, what are faults in their flat and so on.

And if he has to pick off the neighbors too? So be it.

Nonna neighbor will get into... an accident. Or they hear something about their grandkids, urgently have to move out. Something of that nature. But such things happen, it's hardly a coincidence, right? (And keep in mind, Krow would be way off in the background in all this, he wouldn't have made his presence known again to Dove, let alone the others).

Once the tertiary folks are taken care of, it's the other roomies. Those are probably the ones he really needs to get in favors from other yan friends. Something happens with their work, the car, they have a family emergency. Slowly some misinformation is fed into the group to cause cracks. Just... carefully, carefully, orchestrating so the group falls apart. One member moves out because they got a better job offer outside the city they can't refuse. Another's parent(s) passed away or had some medical emergency. They live out of state and have no one else to depend on, they must go to them. Things like that, trickled in so it's really not suspect. Just unfortunate business of life.

All till eventually Dove is alone, isolated. And like I mentioned earlier, it'll end with Dove in the cage. (:

#krow asked and answered #the krow's nest

[spacecadetspe]

A snippet from last year...

May 16, 2023

Fortitude got one of his cars towed.  This was not planned, of course.  The spare car had two flat tires, so the apartment complex had it towed.  The place that towed it wants $1,000 cash to get it out of impound and tow it to a place where he can get some pull-off tires for cheap.

So I'm out $1k.  And I've been trying to get advice from Mom and from one of my uncles, and I'm trying to pay off my car, credit card, rent and tuition, all at once.  I was stressed enough that my appetite is just... gone.

Vassilios and Ingrid came by later in the day to distract me from my stressors.  Ingrid was out of breath and injured from the pressure of trying to help the smiths contain and reprocess my aspect.  What they came up with was an amazing feat; a small metal sigil called "Redoubt of the Ages." 

I put the thing on, and the weight of it sank me 200 feet into the ground.  I felt briefly sorry for the oneiroi who would be having to patch things up.  My body was covered in this beautiful, flexible scale mail that shimmered with sacred geometric patterns when I moved.

Mother thought it best to test this new piece of equipment and teleported us all to the arena, where I was met with a figure in runic armor, wielding a sword.  Víðarr, Son of Odin.  He was on a mission of retribution for his father's death, and Mother thought it was funny (an act of providence, according to Víðarr) to have him cross swords with me.

Well, he was dead-set on fighting, so we fought awhile.  The Redoubt of the Ages holds up beautifully, considering the strength of the aspect sealed within it.  Víðarr called me a "harridan," which pissed me off, so I did my best to just annoy him the whole time.  Once I figured out this wasn't a friendly sparring match, I shut him down pretty quickly.

He was convinced I would kill him, "Valhalla awaits," and all that, but I made it clear I had no intention of killing him.  I'd proven I was the stronger and steadier opponent, and I didn't need to kill him to validate my victory.  So instead, I told him  the story of what Odin had done, and the consequences that he would have faced if he had succeeded.  I gave him a treat and let him rest in my company while the oneiroi processed him.  Seemed like the fair thing to do.

They're still wary of him, but I think he just needed to have a look around to understand what he was really up against.  I'll see if I can have another parlay with him later.

Vassilios was there to pick me up and dust me off when I tripped.  I met his eyes and felt his heart skip a beat.  I'm still not sure what to make of that.  I do like him, but I never thought he was interested in me that way.  He reminds me of Jeffrey Dean Morgan, with a beard and a Greek accent.

And speaking of feelings, Phobetor has been... avoidant, recently.  I'm sure he has his own things to keep him busy, and I don't fault him for taking time to figure out his feelings, but I can't help but wonder if I went too quickly, or forced something that wasn't ready.  If I did something wrong.  I hope he'll tell me, instead of keeping it inside forever.  I miss my friend.

#mythology and folklore #dreams #spicy psychology #magic #shadow work

[starlightrainbows]

Well, hello there tumblr world!

After my last breakdown it was suggested to me to use tumblr as my diary. I just don't see the point in writing your thoughts, feelings, experiences, etc. down in a book where no one sees it exept you. At the same time You don't want family reeding your diary, but rather someone who might be going through the same or someone who has gone through it and can give you some guidance or encouragement to not give up...

So here I go ...

Dear tumblr diary, today was a jumble of feelings and emotions.

This morning started off so well. Good mood, even though I had a headache. Even my grumpy colleagues were in a good mood. Then just after lunch time a client walks in and is upset that his dog's medication is not ready for collection after I confirmed that it would be ready. This just upset the whole mood and things were said and accusations were made and then I ended up being "talked" to.

The past 3 years have not been fun at all. My boss showed his true colours as soon as Covid struck. Did not get a salary increase in 2 years, causing even more financial pressure. Had to sell my car to help pay off debt. Depression took a deep dip and I had to go on stronger meds. My father lost his pension thanks to some greedy rich bastard that decided to take what is not his. So now I have to contribute more to the household financially. My medical aid decided to stop paying for my biannual consultations at the specialist (I have a heart condition and lung issues, thanks to stress) .... Everytime I seem to just get my head above water life decided to give me another smack and drown me.

I haven been trying to find other work, but Covid has caused that salaries out there are really crappy. I don't know how a divorced nearly 40 year old woman is supposed to survive in South Africa on a salary that cannot even cover the rent of a one bedroom, matchbox sized flat. Some companies are ridiculous and want a 25 year old 40 years receptionist/PA experience. I did not have the privilege to to university. I am also not very good at studying. I tried, really hard, but as soon as it gets to tests/exams the stress knocks me and I just cannot cope. So all I have is 15 years of receptionist/admin and 12 years of veterinary reception and sales experience.

I feel stuck, stagnant, like I'm going nowhere.

At least the 3 families for whom I do pet sitting think I do a good job and trust me. I absolutely adore their pets and I really enjoy looking after them.

One day I'll have my cosy little pet-friendly bookshop and cafe in a lovely town by the sea with a beautiful view. All I want is peace and happiness.

That's it for today. Here's to a better tomorrow 🥂

#starlightrainbows #dear diary #words #me #life

[the-firebird69]

In this building and we rented out these flats they said you can renovate any way you wanted as long as per code a lot of people put in temporary walls and temporary stuff and it doesn't really matter then I'll send these guys came in Garth Mac Daddy Tommy f it's time renovating each place to be like the best ever and some of them went all the way to the ceiling and wanted to take out the structural members and we said you can't but I wanted to be flat but we can high so you have to go to the bottom of the structure at least and it's only like two feet and it'll be 18 ft something so they couldn't stand it it says the number they said what if you went up into the members and use a spline to cover the steel and still 18 ft 9 so he got really mad and they were beans no their webs and said you get a renovate the space they had a tizzy and said it's structural steel you'd have to get the permits the engineering stamps and you'd have to replace it for code and practices and you'd have to pull each one out and then you'd have to support it somehow so they went ahead and did it and they found these shallow beams that are 40 ft long and they put them in and they went up to the bottom of it and they put all the utilities in it somehow and it was like 19 ft 10 and they weren't happy with it they want to be flushed to the ceiling so he said it's very simple you have to have the suite above it and you can actually do two high ceilings go all the way to the top of 39 ft then they said that's no good so I said well we can bring it down to 38 so it took the beams out took the floor out and had to reinforce the structure a little and they have this huge ceiling they said we can renovate the one we're in as a contest and it says it's not really contest someone said that so all the sudden said why do you want it so high I said I want to feel free and not to have a stupid number above me so they all said laughing and said okay and he ended up putting this celestial scene up there with all these stars and the charge up during the day they're more expensive but it was accurate for the most part and they all start doing it and one person said I'm going to put a screen up there the whole ceiling they're a bunch of assholes wasting those time I said you almost time to waste then you're paying it and you think you'll make up for it then we saw it the whole time so we hate them very badly so put screens on the top and all on the walls so you walk in there it's like the holodeck so then we said why don't you have like holograms they made holograms and then you can turn and then he said we have this new thing you'd turn the movie into 3D and so it came out like really cool and they're like what the hell is this I'm doing TV shows there's like an area in your house that's like a green room and you can make it real big like 20 by 20 and watch a whole TV show in 3D like people are standing there so we're going to put that in the restaurant and we're going to have people put themselves into the movie in 3D it's going on now it's an intense feel they say

Thor Freya

My husband's had ideas like this for a long time and they're making it to comic book sometimes and we are the ones who do it and it's an intense feel this thing with the ship they're insane they all have to fight for that cavern and they want the other ships out now big push to get them out

Hera

There's no real entrance to the front but you can get up and around it otherwise you'd have to go way you'd have to go way deep and see and you never even find it

Zues

This is a huge deal she wants to know and she's trying to brown nose him

Thor Freya

Olympus

[harper-ance]

Kit and Zoey (A himbo romance series part 5)

Zoey drank a milkshake while sitting at the drivers seat of a rented box truck. The day was supposed to be a straight forward, flat rate job, but had quickly devolved into something much more complicated.

Justin had received a call from a self storage facility about their unit 23C. The person renting the space had fallen six months behind on fees and the facility wanted to outsource the labor. After Zoey had gotten there she figured out why. The unit had been so packed with boxes she almost failed to open the rolling door. The only thing worse than the jam-packed space was finding out the contents of the unit.

Almost entirely books and a decent amount of magazines. Each box was incredibly heavy. The best that she could guess, the unit had either belonged to a small library or someone who had hoped to sell the books online. Everything needed to be packed and delivered to a second location where someone else was going to evaluate the books for sale online.

The idea that someone would buy out a storage unit of books in order to flip them for profits was amusing to Zoey. She knew people made livings doing weirder things, but she couldn't even begin to fathom how to figure out the worth of a book. Let alone having the space to store them all.

Calling Justin as soon as she saw the unit was the only logical thing to do, as they had been led to believe that the job could be accomplished in a single day with only one person. But there was no way that Zoey would have managed alone. Her boss showed up an hour later with the strongest men he could find on short notice and had disappeared into the facility's office to strong arm them into paying for a second rental truck and to cover the extra labor.

Zoey had tried to help but ultimately she had just gotten in the way with her slower movements as she struggled to not only lift but also carry the boxes. Instead it had fallen to her to keep Kit's younger sister company, as he had only been able to help by bringing her along. There was a diner next to the storage facility so the two of them had walked over to buy milkshakes and fries to eat in the truck.

The younger sister's name turned out to be Christina. She seemed friendly enough and was polite enough to thank Zoey for the milkshake, but she seemed to be a much more quiet individual than her brother was. She sat in the passenger seat and stared at her phone, not entirely dissimilar to what Zoey had been doing.

After a while, Christina finally broke the silence. "You're the girl in that picture, right?" she asked. "The one with the dust storm or whatever firing out of the garage?"

Zoey smiled at Christina's description of the events. "Yeah, that was me. Why?"

Christina shrugged. "My brother talks about you sometimes."

"Oh?"

"Mhhm. He-"

Whatever Christina was about to say was interrupted when Justin knocked on the window beside Zoey. She jumped from being startled, but laughed it off as she rolled the window down. "Sorry," Justin apologized. "I've got everything worked out. I'm going to take the other guys with me when they're done loading your truck to pick up another rental. Since you'd already got Christina keeping you company, hello Christina," Justin waved at the girl, "I'll have someone else tag along behind to start unloading. I can't believe they tried to pawn this off on one person. They told me a couple boxes!"

"That's hardly a couple boxes," Zoey agreed.

Before Justin even finished chatting with Zoey, the passenger side door opened and Kit climbed up inside while Christina moved into the middle of the seat. She offered the rest of her fries to Kit who started eating them. Whatever it was that Christina had wanted to say, she wasn't going to bring it up in front of Kit as she didn't resume speaking when they finally began driving off.

The house they delivered to sported a very sizable garage and detached sheds behind, where apparently they were to move the boxes to. Whoever lived there seemed to have a sizable internet business, as Zoey could see all sorts of things collected in organized stacks.

Zoey backed the truck up as close as she could to the garage, and resigned herself to the long wait it would be for them to unload. She didn't recognize the car they followed in or the workers themselves. When she wondered allowed as to who they were, Christina filled in the missing information. "They're friends of my brother. They work at the gym, I think, where he works out."

"Hey, weren't you going to say something earlier about your brother?"

"Hm? Oh, right. I was going to say he talks about you like he's got a crush on you or something. I just thought you should know, he's pretty oblivious to a lot of social cues. It's cool if you like him, I guess."

#author harper ance #romance #short stories #original writing #original characters #harper ance #himbo #himbo romance #hoarders #himbo love story #opposites attract #wip