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Loki x Yn

enemies to lovers

one-shot

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takes place during Loki series.

The morning sky was cerulean-blue. The sound of intoning cars filled the air. The sun was glowing like a beacon for the lost souls of the world. A feathered sound echoed through the trees. The sugary smell of the bakery nearby drifted through the air. The clouds were drifting along in the eternal summer sky. It was like a dome of azure blue. The concrete below her feet was rough. A variety of people passed her, all going about their day with no idea what events were coming next.

You gazed around the city, finding your eyes wander up to the sky. You look back down to your phone awaiting a text from Clint about your plans for the day when you suddenly hear a crashing sound from behind you.

Your head turns up from your phone and snaps back. The sound of rubble hitting the ground and the smell of smoke fills your senses. You tear your eyes from the scene in front of you to look at the sound coming from your phone.

You open your phone to see 3 missed clas from Clint. You call Clint back almost immediately.

Before you even got the chance to ask Clint what the hell was happening you're interrupted by his distraught voice. "Y/n where the hell are you?"

"I'm in the city not far awat from the tower, I was waiting for you to text me back about where to meet. Where the hell are you?! And what's going on?" You snap

You hear rustling coming from Clints end before he starts to speak "There's an emergency get up to the tower asap." You say a quick ok and start running towards the tower, hair rustling in the strong wind. "So what's going on?" You question in a loud, fast voice.

"Loki's invad-" Clint starts but his voice gets cut off by another. "Sorry Clint you were gonna over explain, so let's keep this short, sweet, and as simple as possible. Loki's invading new York because he wants to rule new York, and Thor aka Loki's brother knows how to stop him and it requires us, so hurry up and get here." Tony's exasperating voice states before hanging up on you.

You let out a breathe of annoyance, putting your phone back into your pocket as you begin to pick up your pace back to the tower.

You hurriedly make your way through the doors expecting to hear the bustling voices of your fellow avengers but instead you're greeted with nothing but silence. Well the most silence yiu can get going with the fact that there's currently an invasion right outside your window.

You run over to the window to get a better idea of what's going on and where your friends are just to see them running towards the battle without you. "Those dicks..." you mumble before turning around to get your gear on and put a stop to this hell hole of a day.

You finish putting on your gear, making sure to grab your weapons. Grabbing a set of double hand guns and a machine gun. Snatching a knife and a handful of ammo from your selection, hooking them on your belt.

You rum towards the elevator, pressing the down button a couple of times. As soon as the doors open, you hop inside, pressing the floor one. The quiet elevator music playing in the background, a sudden dung signaling you that you're on the first floor, scurrying out of the elevator to where you last saw the Avengers.

Running outside into the diaster of New York made you let out a small gasp, you continue running almost tripping over the terrain before you finally find a worn down Clint next to Tony, Thor, Natasha, and Bruce.

Next to them is a man handcuffed and wearing a muzzle. "Is it over? Are you guys alright?" You question thrm quickly. "We're fine, and yes, the fights over. We caught the greasy haired bastard who caused it, " Tony says, looking at him and then back to you.

"Wait, so I got all geared up for nothing? I get to partake in no fighting whatsoever?" You ask, looking around yourself.

"That is correct, Lady y/n, we put a stop to my brother." You turn your head to look at the man on the floor before asking . "What's the twerp's name?" Looking at Thor awaiting and answer. "My brothers name is Loki." He states making eye contact with you.

Turning your head to look back at Loki, you find him already looking at you. Breaking eye contact to look at the rest of your friends, you ask, "So what do we do with him?"

The avengers walk into the compound when you see hulk breaking down a door, knocking out the agent holding the case containing the tesseract. You watched Loki reaches for the tesseract and you chased after him.

You grab his shoulder to pull him away from the tesseract but it is too late and a blue mist surrounds the both of you, teleporting you both somewhere unrecognizable.

"What the hell, man?! This is all your fault. I have plans with Clint tonight.." you complain as you roll your eyes at him. Clint had been friends with you for a long time. He is the one who introduced you to the avengers. He changed your life for the better and the least you could do is be on time to your lunch date with him.

"My fault? How absurd of you. If you're dumb self hadn't grabbed me you wouldn't be here." He yelled back. You and Loki had never gotten along.

The first time you two met, he snuck up on you, causing you to punch him with all your strength. His face was junked up for over a week and he never forgived you for it.

Not that you want his forgiveness. It's his fault for walking up behind you when you thought you were alone. He could have been anyone, how were you supposed to know he was Thor's brother?

"Sure, blame it on me all you want. But it was 100% your fault." You respond to his argument.

He stares at you and disgust before walking off, leaving you to fend for yourself. That's when a group of people walk up to the two of you and Loki starts talking to them.

Then suddenly a rectangle shaped portal opens, and a group of agents wearing suits with the letters TVA on them walked through it.

It quickly became clear to you that they were arresting the two of you. Loki tried to fight back but it didn't work out. You decided to stay compliant until the time was right.

After the two of you had gotten settled you were introduced to a man named Mobius. He claimed that he would try to help you the best he can.

You quickly proved to Mobius that he can trust you, which you were thankful for since you had gotten your outfit back while Loki was stuck wearing a suit which says variant on it.

You and Loki walk into an empty office, continuing your tiff. "Maybe if you weren't a stupid asshole who just had to touch the fancy blue glowy thing, we wouldn't be here!" You state pointing your finger at him then yourself.

"It's called a tesseract,you incompetent mortal! And maybe if you didn't have to come in and save the day by trying to stop me only , I would be here n,t you!" He angrily yells.

You glare at him, a you lift your hands, pressing them onto his chest and shoving him away from you. He looks shocked for a moment before his face morphs back into his angry scowl.

Loki takes fast and heavy steps back towards you, chests touching, facing not even an inch apart. "Loki if you don't get the hell away from me I, gonna punch the shi-"

You get cut off mid sentence when you feel his lips smash into yours. You quickly pull away, shocked by the action. Both of you breabreathedvily. You look up at him, lust filled your eyes as you pull him towards you, smashing his lips onto yours for yet another kiss.

Stumbling for something to lean on, you bump into a desk. Loki lifts you up and sets you on the desk. Breaking the kiss only for a second to catch your breath. His lips are back on your almost immediately, his tountonguehing open on your bottom lip, begging for entrance in your mouth. Right when your mouth opens for a second,his tongue is colliding with yours.

Your hands fumble with the zipper of his tan jumpsuit, desperate to get it off. Once you finally get it unzipped, he slips it off and works his hands on your clothes, zipping off your jumpsuit, leaving you both in nothing but your undergarments.

Lokis lips attatch to your neck, tounge swirling on your soft skin, leaving marks. He quickly takes your bra off, moving his lips down to your breast, sucking on the bud of your nipple.

You moan at the sensation of his tongue of your breast and his hand on the other. He grabs you by the waist, flipping you over on the table, stomach laying flat. He takes his fingers, pulling down my panties.

Loki chuckles lightly. "You're so wet. All for me, huh?" You look back at him with an annoyed expression. "Don't get to cocky Loki."

He smirks before taking his boxers off, tossing them to the side. He pumps his shaft a few times before lining himself up with your soaking pussy.

Loki pushes himself in your entrance, groaning with each thrust. Below him you're a moaning mess, whining his name each time he hits your g-spot.

Loki's thrusts becomes sloppy, as do his moans. He's groaning his name above you as you let of loud moans of his name.

With one final thrust you and Loki release at the same time. Collapsing onto the table, breathless.

Loki hands you your clothes, both of you getting dressed again. "Just wanted to let you know, even after whatever the hell that I was, I still hate you." You utter, looking at him to make eye contact. "I hate you more." Loki states with a smirk.

Loki had told you he wanted to show you something. The two of you walked through the halls until he knocked out a TVA worker and stole his TemPad.

You smile and nod as he opens a Timedoor, taking you to a new planet. It looked more like Earth but the technology seemed much less advanced.

You search the town until Loki concluded the planet safe. "I still think this is all your fault. I would've been home with my friends if it wasn't for you" You grumbled in an annoyed tone.

He glares at you and you roll your eyes back at him. "Come on now, we need to find somewhere to stay" you say before you continue walking.

Eventually you find an abandoned cottage house. Loki dusts off some of the surfaces while you check your weapons to make sure they're all in good condition.

You yawn and walk to the couch and prepare yourself for sleep, letting Loki rest on the small twin-sized bed.

You wake up in the middle of the night, feeling horribly sick, barely being able to feel your body as you feel yourself heating up.

You grown in pain as you see Loki shuffle and slowly get up. "Loki" You whisper out, almost too quiet to hear.

He turns to you with a concerned face and immediately makes his way over. He sits down on the floor in front of you and moves your hair out of your face.

"What's wrong...?" He asks, concerned. He can tell you're sick but he hopes you'll tell him it's something else and that you're okay. You look at him sadly and that's enough for him to understand.

He rubs your back as his eyes water. He wants to help, he really does. But he never learned how to heal with his magic. He doesn't know how to kill off this disease.

He knows it's because your body isn't adjusted to the illnesses on this planet, and his heart hurts as he remembers all the times you had told him it's his fault you're here. It's his fault you are dying.

"YN... There's something I need to tell you. I don't hate you. At all. I love you, and if things were to be different I'd like to spend my life with you. I'm sorry I put you in this mess" He lets out, as his tears start to fall.

"Hey.. it's not actually your fault. I was just playing with you. And.. I think I love you too." You respond as you start to fall back asleep.

When you awoke, you looked up at Mobius with a confused face. "What happened...? Where's Loki?" You ask, your voice shaking.

You felt someone rubbing your side and you look behind you to see Loki sitting on the other side of you. You smile as Loki states; "Mobius had found us shortly after you fell asleep... He had an antidote to the illness."

You turn your head towards Mobius and smile thankfully. He nods before turning around and walking out of the room.

"YN? I'd like to be with you. Forever. I know you love me as much as I love you, please give me a chance." He tells you once the door closes. Looking to his eyes, you think for a moment.

You doubted the truth of his words but decided it was worth the risk.

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songbirdstyles · 4 years

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bang a gong.

summary: you’re tired of being a virgin, and when you meet harry at a bar, he’s more than happy to help you out.

warnings: literally all porn, very little plot. fingering, m+f receiving oral, dom!harry

word count: 11.1k

listen to while reading: bang a gong (get it on) by t. rex

You should say - for the record, or perhaps to maintain your dignity - that this is never the type of place you’d generally be caught in.

If you hadn’t been dragged from your faux pretense of nonchalance after you got dumped, you never would have come. It wasn’t like it was a serious relationship - barely two months - but it was your first since graduating college and perhaps you thought, maybe, you were in with this guy for the long haul, but he didn’t agree. You suppose it was a silly thought (your friends had told you not to expect too much from a former frat boy, anyway.) And it did prove to be, anyway, dissipating the second you woke up to a text saying he didn’t reckon things were working out, and could he please have his hoodie back?

Whatever. You hadn’t been too sad but your friends insisted you needed to let go of him and that is exactly why you’re here, pressed into a booth at a high end nightclub you can’t afford, your friends and the randoms they’d pulled from the dance floor packed so tight that you can feel your thighs sticking to the leather seats and to each other. You hadn’t intended on drinking anything because the prices of the drinks would absolutely kill your bank account, but that, according to your friends, is exactly why you’re here - meet rich guys who frequent here, to have drinks bought for you with false promises of a night of fun, before leaving them high and dry while you are thoroughly drunk.

A good concept, in theory, and it was enough to tug you off of the couch and dig through your closet to find a suitable dress to wear. Perhaps you’d support it more, though, if you had any experience in seducing guys at all - the entire night, you’d merely been grabbing the extra shots your friends had gotten from the guys they’d located.

“Aren’t you having fun?” your friend asks, and you turn to look at her from where she sits next to you. The music is thumping some song you can’t recognize and it rings in your ears as you raise your eyebrows at her. Speak louder, your eyebrows say, and Natalie leans closer so her lips are nearly brushing your ear. “I said, are you having fun?”

Are you? Well, you’re not sure. Even if you’d done nothing to earn the two shots you’d downed, they did taste better than the cheap bars you and your friends frequented on weekends. And it was entertaining, watching guys nearly twice your age seriously believe they’d end up between the sheets with your friends later. So you shrug, bringing your hand to fan at your neck, trying desperately to alleviate the heat burning at your skin. “It’s alright.”

It’s good enough for Natalie and she turns back to Valerie, whose legs are swung over the lap of some 50 year old who had got you all your second round of shots. His hand is pressed to her waist, fingertips digging into her skin through her dress, and it makes your stomach churn to see, so you drop your eyes to the table, where you’ve been picking at your screen protector for the past 15 minutes.

It’s times like this you wish you were a lightweight but you barely feel tipsy, and you’d like nothing more than to rip away your inhibitions and go out and dance against some guy who you’ll never see again, but you find it too awkward to do while practically sober. You bring your eyes up to scan at the dance floor - God, there’s so many girls with the same ideas you had, presumably. The demographic of this club is rich old men and broke, early-20s girls and you don’t know how much you really like to be one of them.

Though you can’t deny that the drinks are good.

“Stop thinking so much!” you glance back at Natalie with your brows furrowed. You hate the way she can practically feel what you’re thinking because you’d have been more than happy to tug at your screen protector until it peeled off of your entirely-too-vulnerable phone but she’d never allow it. Never let you sit here, in this booth, while everyone else is having a good time. Sometimes you appreciate it and sometimes you don’t and you aren’t quite sure of how you’re feeling about it now. “You know what I think?”

You can’t fucking hear her and you lean your head in more, awating her response as your narrowed eyes look around the crowd on the dance floor again. No one catches your eye but nobody catches your eye here, either, and you reckon you’d have better luck roaming the streets of LA to find someone worth your time.

“I think you should go get laid,” Natalie tells you, and you exhale, a humorless smile turning your lips up. “I’m serious! There has to be some hot, rich guy here. What, did that guy fuck you so good you never want anyone else again?”

The thought of being pinned under any guy that your eyes are glazing over could make you gag, but you reckon she may be right. Unbeknownst to your friends, you’d never fucked anyone and you hadn’t necessarily felt the need - you’d done just about everything else under the sun, and not a single guy you’d given a blowie to, or who’d fingered you, had ever been able to find the spot that made you squirm more than anything. So you’d never quite understood why having someone’s dick inside of you was such a big deal but you can’t deny, now, that getting it out of the way does sound quite nice, solely to boost your self esteem after getting dumped by a graduated frat boy named Logan.

There wasn’t much of a bigger blow to your ego than that.

You tug your gloss-coated bottom lip in between your teeth, dropping your eyes back down to Natalie’s, and she widens her eyes at you in a way that further encourages you to get the whole virginity thing out of the way. It’s not like it matters, anyway. “Maybe,” you tell her, entirely too quiet compared to the music pulsing through the club, and she smiles, leaning back in the booth. You’re not sure if she heard you because you can’t hear whatever she says next, but it doesn’t matter - you’re already pushing your way out of the booth, calling excuse me to where Alexa is leaning close to the man she’d found (and he’s, by far, the most attractive of any of the three guys your friends had located, but Alexa has always been the best at finding the hottest guys, and you’re nearly positive she actually will end up fucking him tonight.) She leans forward so you can climb behind her, awkwardly in your heels, and you tug at one of her curls as you clamber out of the booth.

Working your way through a crowd of people to the bar is a skill you’ve all but mastered and at a club like this, it’s a lot easier than you’d expected. There’s less people dancing than you’d thought though you shouldn’t be shocked - it certainly isn’t like the usual clubs you go to. And so, you push your way through the people dancing to the bar, and there’s a few people spread out on the barstools. You scan the back of them - you can’t see any of their faces, naturally, so you merely judge from their hair, and you take a few steps forward and settle yourself onto a stool besides a man with messy brown curls, a pint of beer in front of him.

When you peek at his side profile he certainly looks younger than you’d expected - hardly older than you, if at all. And that’s a score for you, you figure. You’d much prefer to lose your virginity to someone who doesn’t seem like they could be your dad. But he is wearing sunglasses and that’s a bit weird - certainly not a dealbreaker but odd enough to make you wonder.

You aren’t sure what to say - should’ve listened closer when Natalie, Valerie or Alexa were seducing their men for drinks - and for a moment you sit in silence.

It’s only when you turn your head to take another look at him, at the sunglasses sitting at the very top of his nose, that the silence between you two is broken, and his head tilts ever so slightly towards you. “What’re you looking at?”

God, his voice. You’d always had a thing for British accents and his is better than most, deep and raspy and slow, and you shift on your stool. And it sounds just a bit familiar but you can’t exactly pinpoint where - well, it doesn’t matter. If things go further between you two, tonight, you surmise he’d forever be the sexiest voice you’d slept with.

But you can’t get your hopes up. After all, the sunglasses in a dimly lit, fancy club is enough to make you just a bit suspicious of what type of person he is, and you refuse to hand over your V-card to a weirdo.

“Just wondering what your glasses are for.” Figure it’s best to figure that out before you let this get any further. You don’t want to waste your time. And you pointedly glance up at the ceiling, eyes darting around the walls of the club. “S’not like there’s much light here to protect your eyes from, is there?”

He chuckles, then, and you raise your eyebrows. “Guess I just don’t want people to see me,” he tells you, and when he turns to face you fully your eyes scan over his face and - God, he really does look familiar. And he sounds familiar. Have you met him before? No, you don’t think you could ever forget someone like him.

But - well, maybe. You weren’t necessarily known for having the keenest of memories.

You smile at him, brows creasing together. He certainly does seem to be a mystery and you’d love to uncover it in more ways than one. So you lean forward, resting your arm on the bartop. “Seems like the wrong kind of place, if you don’t want people to see you.”

“I reckon it’s working - you’re the first person to talk to me all night.” A hand - a large hand, you note - goes up to his hair, fingers brushing through his curls, and your eyes follow its path in a way that certainly isn’t anywhere close to subtle. “Not that I’m complaining, of course.”

Is he flirting with you? You’re not quite sure but God, you hope so, because so far he keeps getting better and better to you. So you turn to completely face him and you can see the small smirk on his lips, as if he knows what he’s doing to you without even having to try. “Are you going to tell me your name?”

You can see his eyebrows raise as he picks up his beer and takes a sip. Your eyes can’t help but follow every movement he makes and you don’t care if you look desperate - truthfully, you are. You hadn’t even seen his face in its entirety but you suspect your friends would be impressed if they could see the sort of guy you’d located. Even if you leave this club and never see him again, you’re not sure you could ever forget the way he’s making your stomach flip just with a small quirk of his lips.

When he’s set his drink down again and brought his wrist up to wipe at the beer still lingering on his lips - is that a Gucci watch? - he tilts his head at you, curls flopping, and then says, “Tell me yours first,” so you do. And he nods slowly before telling you, “My name is Harry.”

Harry.

Your mind is whirring because suddenly the pieces are coming together - and you hadn’t been in your One Direction phase for a few years but you certainly know who Harry is. And the fact that you’re just sitting here, right now, talking to him in a club filled with too many other girls to count, seems like an accomplishment in itself. But you don’t want him to know you know, though surely he must assume you do, so you nod in the same fashion he did, as if you’re content with what he’d told you.

“Harry,” you repeat, as if testing the name out on your tongue. He spins his stool slightly so he’s facing you and your knees knock into his slightly. And then you raise your eyebrows at him, reaching down to tug your dress down slightly where it’s been riding up on your thighs, and you don’t miss the way his eyes follow your movements. “Are you going to let me see your eyes, Harry?”

Harry laughs slightly and then stands, and you look up at him, confusion blazing in your eyes. Is he leaving? God, you hope not. You don’t want your experience with him to be over before it's begun, no matter what it ends up being. But then he motions, with one finger, for you to follow him and you’re standing so fast your head is spinning, and you trail after him as he leads you through the crowd of people, and you crane your neck to try and see where your friends are but you can’t see them anywhere.

It’s fine by you, you decide, as Harry stops in front of a small, darkened booth towards the back of the club. You’re surprised but positively overjoyed that it’s empty - seems like the perfect type of table for anyone looking to get lucky. And, Christ, you are.

You slide into the booth and Harry slides in right next to you, leaving hardly a few inches between you two as he rests his arm against the back of the booth oso he can face you, and, beneath the table, your ankle links with his. You give him a moment to see if he’ll pull his foot loose from yours, but he never does, and it makes your heart race.

“Gonna take off your glasses for me, Harry?” you tilt your head forward - where you’d moved to is closer to the source of the music and it’s harder to hear, all of a sudden, but you can’t bring yourself to pretend that’s why your face gets so close to his. His breath smells like beer and mints, and you can see the smirk spreading further across his face. “I’ve been dying to see your eyes. Bet they’re pretty.” And you’re not quite sure where this confidence is coming from, because you’ve hardly tried to seduce anyone like this, but you’ll lay it on thick for him.

He’s different.

He chuckles and you can feel his breath, hot against your face. It sends a shiver down your spine and you hope the instinct was imperceptible. “Take them off for me, then,” and you do, reaching up to pull the glasses off his nose, and you can tell - just by the feeling of them in your hands - that they’re more expensive than anything you’d ever held in your life.

As if everything before this wasn’t proof enough that you truly were talking to Harry Styles, sliding the glasses down his nose and meeting his eyes really validates it. You can’t help the way your lips part as you reach down to rest his sunglasses on the sticky table and you hope you don’t look as amazed as you’re feeling.

God, you have to be dreaming. The guy you cherry pick from the randoms sitting at a bar is - him. And you’re sitting with him, his fingers dancing across your shoulder blade where his arm is thrown lazily over the back of the booth, your ankles intertwined.

16-year-old you never could’ve believed it, but 22-year old you is having the time of her life.

“You look a bit shocked,” Harry murmurs, barely heard over the pounding music, but you hear it as clearly as if he’d yelled it in your ear.

You shift your mouth closer to his ear, so close that you know your lips graze his skin when you tell him, “Prettier than I’d expected, s’all.” It’s then - with a start - that you feel his other hand drop to your knee, pressing circles into your soft skin. You could nearly moan at the feeling and you know, suddenly, that this’ll definitely go where you want it to, assuming you don’t fuck it up.

And you won’t. Won’t let this opportunity go to waste.

“Ah.” When he tilts his head ever so slightly your lips are hardly a centimeter apart and with one shift forward you could close the gap, press your mouth to his, slip your tongue into his mouth. Force this into exactly the direction you need it to go, feel his hands drop to your hips, pulling you into his lap, cock hard against your core where your dress is riding up your hips.

As soon as you start to lean in, to make every fantasy you’ve had a reality, you feel two fingers, harsh against your shoulder, and they don’t belong to Harry.

You glance up, eyes narrowing at whoever had disrupted you, and standing in front of your booth is Alexa, wearing a small smile reeking of both excitement and guilt. And you can’t bring yourself to be mad at her for interrupting you, even though you want to, as she drops your phone onto the table.

“Sorry for interrupting,” she calls above the music, and you roll your eyes, leaning over Harry’s shoulder to move your head closer to his. In your ear you can hear him groan softly as your chest presses against his, and you can feel his arm that had been over the top of the booth drop to wrap around your waist - exactly where you’d wanted to feel it. “We’re gonna head out. Are you going to come?” The question is innocent but you can tell she already knows the answer as her eyes drop down to Harry’s arm, secure around your waist, fingers rubbing patterns into your hip through your tight, black dress.

“No,” you tell her, and Harry squeezes your hips in approval. “No, I’m gonna stay.”

“Are you sure?”

It’s then that Harry turns his head to look at her, effectively pressing your bodies closer than you’d thought they could go, and you can see the exact moment Alexa recognizes him - the way her eyes widen and her lips part into a smile. You’re not sure if she’s simply shocked that she’s seeing Harry in person or if she’s surprised you’re wrapped around him, but either way, she looks absolutely shell-shocked. “Promise I’ll take good care of her,” Harry tells your friend, and the double entendre makes you shift slightly, thighs rubbing against each other.

He better take good care of you.

You bring your hand up to wave to Alexa and you can’t hear the response she squeaks out before she’s gone, and you don’t look to see her go back to your friends. You merely lean back, just a bit, pressing your hands to Harry’s shoulder to look at him.

“Gonna take good care of me, then?” you raise your eyebrows and you can see Harry’s pupils dilating as he stares at you, and you shift closer to him, practically in his lip. The music changes, then, and you hadn’t been paying attention to it before but now, Bang a Gong seems quite fitting for the moment. “Hope you follow through on that.”

It’s then that he leans forward, eliminating the distance between your faces as his lips press to yours. And you hardly have a moment to even comprehend it as his hand rises to the small of your back, pulling you closer to him, and you moan into his mouth just about immediately. Harry’s tongue slips into your mouth and one of your hands drags up to the back of his neck, nails tracing along his sweaty skin. You’re not sure you’ve ever truly appreciated being kissed until right now, feeling his lips slotted against yours, the way his hand is pushing further up your thigh until his fingertips are creeping up the cheap material of your black dress.

You only pull away when you need to catch your breath, and Harry’s arm keeps you so close to him that the thought of regaining your composure seems too far away to consider. You’re not sure you’ll ever recover from that and you know there’s so fucking much more to come and you truly have scored, even if you only end up with kiss swollen lips to show for it.

But you reckon he has a thing for hickeys. It’s just a vibe you get from some guys, and as soon as the thought settles into your brain Harry proves it - mouth moving down to just below your jaw, and you drop your head back with a whine as you feel him beginning to suck a dark mark into your skin. His hand on your hip clutches your dress between his fingers, pulling the material tighter to your body than you’d even thought it could go, and it’s all the leverage he needs to pull you as close to him as you can go without being on top of him.

Which - you aren’t opposed to, but you’d always pictured your first time being below an incredibly handsome man.

(Though, you hadn’t ever pictured your first time being with your teenage crush, so you shouldn’t start relying on your fantasies now, you guess.)

When you shift your leg so it’s hooked across his, he pauses, pulling back to glance at the mark he’d left on your skin. In the dim light in the back of the club you’re not sure how well he’d be able to see it, but he grins as he examines it. Your fingers tangle in the curls at the nape of his neck and you can feel him shiver beneath you and it makes your clit throb. “I think,” he tells you, leaning in so his mouth is right at the bottom of your ear, and you fight back a whimper at how deep his voice had gotten - dropped nearly an octave since the last time he spoke. “I think we should take this somewhere else.”

Harry squeezes your bare thigh, then, fingers just a few inches from the hem of your panties. You’d let him pin you to the booth, fuck you hard where anyone could walk by and see but - of course - that isn’t feasible. And as much as you truly do not care about losing your virginity, you don’t think you want it to be here, so you nod your approval. In an instant he’s out of the booth, fingers wrapped around your wrist and tugging you out after him. You grab his sunglasses and your phone, resting on the sticky table. You stumble as soon as you stand up and you’re not sure why - you think you’re just a bit overwhelmed with everything that had happened in the past 20 minutes, and the fact that Harry fucking Styles is almost certainly taking you to bed.

“Hang on,” you tell him, and when he turns to look back at you with an eyebrow raised, you reach forward to perch his glasses on top of his nose, preserving the anonymity you knew he wanted. He smiles slightly as he reaches up to push them further up his nose, and then he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him as you begin to walk towards the door.

Your friends are gone, you note, as you pass the booth you’d occupied earlier. Your phone, firm in your hand, has been buzzing incessantly since Alexa dropped it off but you haven’t bothered to check what the notifications are - your friends, surely wondering what you were doing, where you were going, when you would be home. And you didn’t know, truly, but you hoped it wouldn’t be anytime soon.

Harry pulls you through the doors of the club into the moist, nighttime air, and immediately you’re shivering - it’s chilly, just a bit. Not too bad, but you can tell it’s just rained by the way your foot sinks into a puddle of water, soaking through your cheap black heels.

You pay it no mind - just keep walking in pace with him, wondering, briefly, if there’ll be a time when you wake up from this. Perhaps right as he slides inside of you, filling you up so good, you’ll squeeze your eyes shut and moan and when you open them you’ll be in your bed, staring up at the ceiling and wishing you didn’t have such a rampant imagination.

There’s no way this can truly be real but at the same time it is - the way his fingers tap against your hip feels so real. The way he leans in, pressing a kiss to your temple as he turns you both down the street, it feels like it can’t possibly be a dream.

“What are you thinking about?” his voice sends vibrations rolling through your body and now that you’re free of music blaring through your head, muffling every word the pair of you spoke, you can appreciate it more - the rasp in his tone, how deep and slow he speaks. You could nearly moan at that but you hold back, biting on your tongue to prevent any loose noises from slipping out.

You lean up so your mouth is close to his ear like you had in the club, even though there’s no music surrounding you to make it necessary - you like the way he tightens his grip on your hip when you breathe against his ear. “Just wondering where you’re taking me.”

That wasn’t, in fact, what you were thinking about, but you didn’t think you could muster up the courage right now to tell him how bad you want him inside of you.

Harry points down the street and you squint to what he’s motioning to - “Have a driver waiting for me. Gonna take us to my hotel room, not too far from here.”

“And then what?”

He raises his eyebrow as he glances down at you, and you can see the amusement twinkling in his eyes even on such a dimly lit street. “And then -” he turns into a parking lot, just behind the club you’d been in, and you can hear the distant thumping music from inside - “I’ll do whatever you want me to.”

Christ. You nearly whimper just at the implication and your mind speeds off, leaving your body behind, imagining every single thing he could do to you - or you could do to him - or anything. You can picture a thousand different scenarios and every single one ends with you in his hotel bed, your V-card firmly in his pocket.

It’s then that Harry stops in front of a sleek, black car - raps two knuckles on the tinted window of the driver’s seat and it rolls down almost immediately, as though it had been waiting for his signal. You can’t hear what he murmurs to the driver as he ducks his head inside the window and you don’t strain your mind to try and listen - within a few seconds he’s stepping back, opening the door to the backseat and ushering you inside.

You’d never been in a nicer car before but you shouldn’t be shocked - the outfit he’s wearing tonight could pay your rent for the next four months. There’s a partition between the backseat and the front and you’re beyond thankful as Harry slides in beside you, slamming the door shut, and he doesn’t give you a moment to process anything before his lips are on yours.

You wouldn’t dream of complaining as your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to you, and he’s groaning into your mouth as his hand drifts downwards to cup your ass through your dress but it’s not enough for him and you can tell. Fingers push up the bottom of the cheap material so he can slip his hand beneath it, hand cold against the back of your thigh and he slides his hand further up until he’s groping your arse once more.

“Fuck,” you breathe, and you can feel Harry smirking against your lips - a smug bastard, he is, but you find you don’t truly care. You pull your mouth from his, feeling his teeth tugging at your bottom lip, but you’re hardly disconnected a moment before you throw your leg over his thighs, straddling him, and he moans like music to your ears.

He uses his grip on your ass to force your hips to rock against the bulge, prominent even through his pants. His other hand tugs your dress up to your hips, letting the material bunch around your waist, and immediately his hand comes down hard on your ass - you squeal, dropping your forehead against his, as he rubs over the spot he’d just smacked.

“Y’like that?” You nod, pressing your lips to the side of Harry’s neck as he lands another slap down on your bum. Your hips press harder into his, feeling the pressure on your clit as you roll against him. “Yeah, know you do. Dirty girl.”

And - you’re not sure why - but you drop your lips to his ear, nibbling on his earlobe and feeling the way his cock twitches beneath you. “Can I tell you something?”

He nods, and you bring your hand up to his hair, running your fingers through his sweaty curls. Harry tilts his head to the side and your lips briefly brush, feather light, as you slow the pace your hips are rocking, savoring every brush of your panty clad clit against the material of his pants. “Anything,” he mutters, head dropping against the headrest, and you reach down to press your palm to his cock. God, he’s so hard and he feels so big too, too big to even fit in you, but you know damn well you’ll try your very best to make it work.

Even if you’ve never done it before, and before you can wonder if it’s the best time or thing to tell him, you lean in. “I’ve never had sex before.”

Harry certainly seems shocked and the way his lips part goes straight to your ego - do you seem so good at all of this that he’d suspected you’d done it time and time again? Maybe he’s confused as to why you told him and truthfully, you are, too. Just felt like the kind of thing he’d like to know. Your ex boyfriend had certainly wanted to know, and two days after you’d told him he’d ended things.

Maybe some guys don’t want to take girls’ virginities, but judging by the way Harry’s fingers dig further into your ass, you suspect he does.

“Never?” There’s the surprise thick in his voice and you nod, grasp on his cock tightening ever so slightly, and he groans beneath you. “God. Never would’ve thought. Bloody good at this.”

Yep, there’s your ego inflating, and you shrug. “Done just about everything else. Just haven’t gotten to the good part.” Another smack lands against your ass and you moan, pushing back against his palm as he smooths his hand over your skin.

He leans back, then, shifting his hips, and you can see his pupils dilating more and more as he glances down at the way your cunt presses to his cock - “Why don’t you show me what you can do, then?”

You’re much more than willing, and you lean in to give Harry one final kiss before pushing yourself off of him and sitting, on your knees, on the seat beside him. He’s watching you so intently you could almost feel judged but you love it - love the way he watches you push your hair behind you, how he reaches down to slowly undo the zipper of his fancy dress pants, but you wanna do it yourself. You push his hand away, wrapping your hand around his wrist, and surely he’s strong enough to resist the dominant act you’re playing if he wanted to but you can tell he doesn’t. You finish unzipping his pants and he lifts his hips slightly so you can shimmy them down his thighs, just enough so you’re face to face with his cock, thick and bulging through his briefs.

You don’t give yourself a moment to examine just how big he is - bigger than you’d anticipated when you were on top of him and when you’d felt him up. You’d sucked off plenty of guys and none of them came close to his size but you’ve mastered the faux confident facade as you shift backwards, leaning down with your ass high in the air to press a soft kiss against Harry’s cock through his boxers.

He groans, those glasses slipping down his nose, and his wandering fingers end up dancing down your back - you’re not sure where he’s going but you shift forward to give him easier access to your ass, if that’s what he wants, and your fingers hook in the waistband of his boxers to pull them over his cock.

Jesus, yeah, he is big. You wrap your hand around him, pumping experimentally a few times, listening to the way Harry moans brokenly. You wonder, briefly, when he’s last done this - he looks as though it’s been a bit too long but, well, you suppose you can’t judge how sensitive he is when just the feeling of his hand splayed across your lower back is wetting your panties faster than anything has before.

Lips press a wet kiss against the tip of his cock, just briefly, before you wrap your lips around his length and push our head down - a gurgled cry escapes his throat and you nearly smirk around him, taking him as far down your throat as you can until your nose is just about brushing his pelvis. Your hands press to his thighs and you can feel him growing stiffer in the confines of your mouth by the second. Fingers tangle in your hair, forcing your head down, and with any other guy you’d roll your eyes but there’s something different about him, something that makes you like the dominance. Any semblance of it that you’d had seconds before is gone and there’s a smack against your ass, causing you to cry out against his cock.

Normally you pull off of guys after 15 seconds (or so) but Harry doesn’t let you, holds you down, and you hollow your cheeks around him. Swallow, and his hips jerk up into your mouth, forcing a gag from you, and then he loosens his grip on your hair, allowing you to pull your mouth from him.

Harry’s breathing is heavy and his hand is groping your ass so tight it nearly hurts but the pleasure overpowers it and you push back against his hand. His fingers tug at your thong, slipping beneath it as you lap at the tip of his cock, and no sooner have his fingers circled your puckered hole - is he gonna do it? - that he slides them further down, running his digits through your soaked folds.

“So - so fucking wet -” his voice cracks as you take him down your throat again but his hand doesn’t force your head down like last time - instead he brings his other hand to your bum and smacks you hard, harder than every other time, and you moan and he moans, and then two of his fingers slip into your cunt and you moan again.

God, it really is happening, because if it wasn’t, you’re sure you’d have woken yourself up in excitement by now. He really is two fingers deep in your pussy while his cock is all the way down your throat, and he really is crying out as you whine against his cock. His digits curl, brushing against that sweet spot in your velvety walls that has you clenching around him, and you think he’s the first guy you’ve ever done anything with whose found your G-spot without 10 minutes of needed assistance.

Your tongue swirls around his cock as you take your mouth from him, throwing your head back with a cry, and your first still pumps him up and down - his fingers are thrusting in and out of you so fast that the sound of your arousal is nearly the same volume as your moans lingered with his. You’re going to cum so fucking hard, first time you’ve cum from anything other than your fingers or your toys, and you roll your hips against his fingers, grasp on his cock tightening.

“Gonna cum -” your eyes roll back into your head as your thumb flicks over the head of Harry’s length, feeling the way his body jerks at the sensation. “Fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop -”

“Gonna cum for me?” his voice is a hiss through gritted teeth as his fingers speed up even more, pumping inside of you so fast that your head is fucking spinning. “Do it, then. My dirty - fucking - girl, cum for me.”

It’s all you needed and you can’t even bring yourself to feel embarrassed at how fast you’re cumming because as soon as the pit in your stomach starts to unravel you can feel his cock twitching in your fist. You can’t think of a single thing to say, vocabulary wiped clean, merely throwing your head back with a noise akin to a scream as you cum on his fingers, and as his hips jerk up, you can feel his release coating your hand.

Harry’s fingers still pump slowly inside of you, prolonging your orgasm until it fades away and in turn you try to do the same to him, hand moving up and down his cock until your breathing steadies from labored pants into something more normal. So you pull your hand off of him, pushing yourself to sit on your knees, cum covering your fingers. And, in an instant, Harry’s fingers are wrapped around your wrist, and you let him guide your hand up to your mouth.

You can tell he’s merely testing you to see if you’ll do it - but, truthfully, you’d wanted him to cum in your mouth, anyway, if only to prove something to him, or to yourself. So you stick your tongue out, lap a thick stripe through his cum on your hand, dripping down your wrist, and Harry’s lust ridden eyes watch you, lips parted and breathing picking up again.

Your eyes never leave his as you lick up the last of his release on your hands, swallowing every last bit of it, and when you open your mouth to stick your tongue out - proving to him that you took every single goddamn drop - his hand flies to the back of your neck, pulling your head in, and your lips connect with a clash of teeth.

“Like a fucking angel,” Harry groans, pressing his fist to the car seat next to you, and the feeling of him hovering ever so slightly above you makes the buzzing in your head that much more intense. His other hand works at tucking himself back into his pants, zipping them up, and you figure it’s good to pull your dress down to cover your ass, too. “My fuckin’ perfect girl. Jesus Christ.”

You can feel the car slowing to a stop and you’re entirely too ready to go up to Harry’s bedroom and have your goddamn brains fucked out. You already feel like you’re on cloud 9 with one orgasm down, one so intense and brutal, one that you reckon nothing but him could muster up, and that’s just his fingers - you need to know what his cock’ll do to you.

His hand falls back down to your waist where it seems to love to reside and he squeezes your hip, leaning in to nibble at your bottom lip again. You grin lazily, then reach up and push his sunglasses back up his nose where they’d slid down the bridge ever so slightly. “Want you t’fuck me,” you breathe, voice raspy in all of its post-orgasm glory. “Never gotten fucked by anyone before but I need you - swear, I’ve never cum so hard in my life.”

Harry chuckles and turns to glance out the window - then he grabs the door handle and pushes it open. When you’ve both clambered out of the car his arm is around you in a heartbeat, and you need the support, legs feeling shaky, and you take just a moment to glance up at the hotel you’re walking into - nicer than anything you’d ever been in in your life but you feel a bit more used to it by now.

“Tell me,” Harry mutters, leaning his lips close to your ear, as the automatic doors slide open for the pair of you to walk into the hotel lobby. “How many guys have made you cum before, hmm?”

“None,” is your response, turning your head to the side so you can witness the shock that overtakes Harry’s face - you can’t see his eyes but you’re sure they’re wide. “Told myself I didn’t want to fuck a guy who didn’t know where the clit is, and - well, none of them did.”

He chuckles as you two make your way through the lobby towards the elevators - it feels wrong for you to even be here, walking by people who see more money every day than you have in your life, in your dress you’d gotten at the thrift store and your heel still slightly wet. But being with Harry, having his arm around you, makes you feel decidedly less awkward, because you’re sure millions of girls would positively die to do what you’re about to do.

But you get to do it, and if that isn’t the best feeling in the world.

He stops in front of the elevator and presses the button to go up, and the doors open almost immediately - such a gentleman, he is, letting you step in first, and when you’re both in you watch the button for the very top floor light up as he pushes it.

“You’re in for the night of your life,” Harry tells you as the elevator doors slide shut, and you’re entirely expecting him to pin you to the wall but he doesn’t - incredible composure, really, staring straight ahead like he can’t feel the desperation practically dripping from your body. You stare at him, for a moment, at his side profile, jaw set. Like he isn’t as needy as you are, but, as your eyes trail down his body to the bulge already hardening again in his pants, you know that he is.

It seems like an eternity later that the elevator doors slide open again, and you want to race down the hall to his room but you let him lead the way, even if his pace is pathetically slow as he strolls down the hallway. There are only two rooms up this high, on either ends of the hall, and his is to the left of the elevators and it seems so much further than the one to the right.

But you make it there, and Harry’s reaching in his pockets to find his key card - and then he’s swiping it - and then he’s pushing open the door - and as soon as it shuts again, you’re pressed firm against the wall. Your hands fly to the back of his head as his drop to your back, trailing downwards to cup at your ass again (he seems to have a thing for it, but you would never think of complaining.) Your lips press to his as your head falls back against the door, and his hips jerk forward to roll against yours.

You still feel entirely too sensitive and you moan out, pushing your hips forward to meet his as you pull his face closer to yours, using your arms around his neck as leverage to pull him in, but you didn’t need it - you can tell he’s just as desperate as you are, and soon he pulls you off of the door, backing you up to God knows where. You let him lead you until your legs hit something and you fall backwards onto a plush couch, pushing yourself onto your elbows to watch Harry as he drops to his knees before you.

Oh, shit.

Your cheeks heat up as he rests his hands on your knees, spreading your thighs apart. Harry’s hand rises up to his sunglasses, perched, still, on his nose, and he pulls them off, resting them on the coffee table behind him. His eyes meet yours and perhaps he can see the apprehension in your eyes because he leans up, pressing a kiss to your lips. You savor the moment, the sweetness of his tongue entering your mouth, before he lowers himself back down onto his knees. Hands go to the bottom of your dress, rolling it over your hips until it can settle around your waist, exposing your entire bottom half to him, and it feels so much more intimate now that you’re not confined to the backseat of a car.

Harry leans in without giving you a breath to collect yourself, pressing a kiss to your clit through your arousal-soaked lace panties - your hand drops to the couch, squeezing the edge of the cushion between your fingers, and you can already feel your slight embarrassment slipping away as Harry pushes your thigh, forcing it further open.

“Tell me,” he says, deep and hot with how close he is to your cunt, and your hips roll of their own accord at the feeling. “How many guys have done this to you?”

You pause to think, chest rising and falling as he leans in again, licking up your panties, and the sensation makes it a bit difficult to gather yourself enough to respond - eventually, though, you swallow and say, “Not too many. One or two.”

He leans back, pressing a kiss to your thigh. “And they never made you cum.”

“N - no.”

“Well, I will,” is his response, and, as cocky as it may seem, you know he’s right - could probably make you cum through your panties, but his fingers hook in the top of them as soon as the thought pops in your mind. You lift your hips up so he can drag them down your legs, and when they’ve puddled by your feet he helps you take them off. You watch as he crumbles the lacey material in his hands and then stuffs it into the pockets of his fancy pants - for later, he murmurs against your thigh. And then he goes in - hands on your thighs forcing them apart so hard it nearly burns but you find you like the stretch, and his lips wrap around your clit, cheeks hollowing as he sucks on the small nub.

Your head drops back against the couch and you bury your hand in his hair, a loud moan escaping your throat. He wasn’t teasing you and you were beyond grateful - tongue laps up every drop of wetness that gushes in your cunt, kitten licks against your clit, and you can tell he has more experience than you could have imagined. Harry has it mastered, exactly where to place his hands (one on your thigh, the other creeping its way beneath the material of your dress towards your tits) and how to flick his tongue just right to have your hips bucking up against his mouth. And if you thought you’d cum hard in the car you know you’re in for a fucking treat because there’s already pressure building in your stomach and it won’t be long until it fucking erupts.

When you squeeze your eyes shut he stops - pulls away, his mouth and his hands, like he’d never been there in the first place. You open your eyes, chest heaving as you stare down at him. His pupils are lust blown and wide as he stares at you, eyebrows raised, as if you’re meant to know something he never told you - “Eyes open,” he tuts, tone condescending and smug, and you hate how much you love it. “Keep them open. Gonna watch me make you fall apart, alright?” You nod slowly. “Tell me.”

Your voice is caught in your throat as Harry’s lips form a small o, breathing a puff of air onto your beyond sensitive clit, and your fingers in his curls tighten to what has to hurt - but he moans, ever so slightly, as you finally breathe, “Yes. Okay.”

“S’what I thought,” is his response, and then he leans back in, licking up your soaked folds as though no time had passed. Both of his palms press against your thighs, pinching your soft skin, fingers dangerously close to the area he’s working so well. God, his fingers, you swear you’ve never felt anything better than them - you want them again, so bad, hitting your sweet spot so good.

You can’t begin to get the words out to tell him that, though, so you merely reach down, shaky fingers wrapping around his wrist and pushing it closer to your cunt - he pauses, tongue mid-swirl around your clit, and looks up at you with a glint of pure cockiness in his eyes.

“What do you want?” he doesn’t remove his mouth from around your clit as he speaks and the vibrations roll through your body, sending a cry through your throat, and you push his hand further towards your cunt. You know it won’t be enough - haven’t known Harry for quite long at all, but you reckon you know that much about him. “Use your words,” and Harry sounds so fucking commanding that it could make you cum right then and there.

“F - fingers,” you just about sob out, rolling your hips up into his mouth so your clit brushes against his tongue. “Please, Harry - need your fingers, please -”

“Fingers, hmm?” His digits dance across your thighs, straying further away from where you need him, and your eyes just about roll back into your head as he pulls his mouth from your clit and blows on it again. “Where do you want my fingers?”

But you’re too far gone to speak - as he leans in to brush his tongue against your sensitive clit once more, you can feel the pit in your tummy starting to come undone. You drop your head back as Harry licks a thick stripe up to your sensitive nub, and he stops again, pressing his cheek against your inner thigh. “Does my dirty girl want my fingers in her pussy, hmm? S’that where you want my fingers?”

You moan out in affirmation.

Harry pulls his head from your thigh and you push yourself so you’re sitting up more, getting a clear view of everything he’s doing as he spits on your pussy, the saliva dripping down onto your clit, and you fucking cry out. His fingers come up to collect the spittle, rubbing it along your clit before dragging it down your folds so he can push them into your pussy - curling up immediately, knowing exactly the spot that makes you squirm. His other hand comes up and lands a firm smack against your clit, one that has your eyes rolling back into your head.

It only takes a few quick pumps of his curled fingers, in and out of your fluttering cunt, that has you cumming so hard you swear you see stars. Every single sob that breaks free from your throat is so loud that you swear the neighbors in the room at the other end of the hall must be able to hear you - should send them a flower arrangement tomorrow morning, because it’s just his mouth and fingers that has you screaming bloody murder.

“Oh my god -” your hips jerk against his mouth, your hands in his hair dropping back down to the cushions. “Fuck.”

Coming down from your second high of the evening is entirely different from your first - you can’t imagine how you’ll possibly be able to pull anymore from you but, as Harry stands up, your slick covering his mouth and chin, you know you have to.

The whole point is to fuck him. To finally know what everyone’s talking about - to see what the fuss is all about.

Harry leans down, tongue forcing its way down your throat the second your lips part for him, and you can taste yourself on his tongue. Your arousal mixed with the beer he’d had earlier, all traces of the mint washed away, and it tastes so divine. Even more divine as his hands drop to the zipper of his pants, sliding it down, and you slide your fingers in the waistband, helping him tug them down his thighs. He kicks them off as soon as they’re near his feet and then he pulls away, palm pressing against the bulge in his briefs.

“How do you want it?” he asks, words dripping with lust and desperation and you know the exact way he’s feeling and more. You watch him intently as he grips the bottom of his sweater and tugs it over his head - it drops to the rug atop the ground and you let your eyes soak in the sight of him, almost fully nude, briefly ignoring the question.

You hadn’t necessarily expected him to ask. He seems more dominant than that, needing to take control, so you swallow, chest heaving as you try to think. “I don’t - I don’t know.”

He seems to have been expecting that answer, because his hands fall to your waist, pushing you down so you’re lying on the couch. It’s spacious, just enough room for you to adjust yourself comfortably, and Harry lowers himself down on top of you the second you’ve shifted enough.

“How’s this?”

And his caring demeanor is shocking but fitting, because as much as you merely want to get your virginity out of the way, it does feel like a sort of important moment. You want it to be comfortable, and lying on the plushiest couch you’ve ever been on with Harry hovering above you, his arm inches above your head, is about as comfortable as you’re going to get.

You loop your arms around his neck and you can feel his clothed cock, pressed to your cunt. He’s so fucking hard and you’re amazed at the amount of composure he has. “Perfect,” you mumble, leaning up to attach your lips once more (you swear, you can’t get enough of him.)

Harry tugs down his boxers, just enough to free his cock from the flannel confines, and you can feel his tip, running along your folds - he slaps it on your clit and you groan. You drop your head back against the arm of the couch as he sinks his tip into your cunt. Slowly, steadily, he pushes himself the rest of the way in, stuffing you so deliciously full of him that it nearly overtakes the pain.

Nearly.

You’ve used dildos before and you’re thankful for it, now, because you reckon without any sort of experience you’d feel absolutely split in half. Even now, there’s a dull burn sparking between your thighs, and you drop your head back, eyes squeezing shut as you try to adjust to the feeling. No, it didn’t necessarily hurt but it was different and that in itself was enough for you to need a moment to adjust. The way his cock twitched inside of you every so often encouraged you and subsequently turned you on beyond belief, and you don’t need too much time to adjust, after all.

Harry’s breathing is heavy and you can feel it against your face, barely an inch above yours. Poor guy, must be torture, holding out, because you can practically sense how needy he is. You lift your head up to press your lips to his, soft like the brush of a butterfly’s wing, before pulling back. “Move - fuck, please, move, Harry.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, pulling his hips back before thrusting them back in. That is certainly different, verging on the border of pain, but with a few more slow pumps, in and out of your dripping cunt, the pleasure is beginning to take it over.

It takes a moment to find a rhythm that’s enough for both of you. There’s still a slight discomfort but not enough to make you want to wait any longer. You’re finally having sex and you want it to keep going, to do it forever and ever with the absolute God hovering above you.

“So goddamn tight,” Harry grunts as he rocks his hips into yours. “Squeezing me so good. Never fucked anyone so tight in my life, I swear.”

His compliments, whether they were in the heat of the moment or genuine, makes you moan out - makes this entire thing feel so much better.

And fuck, it truly does feel good, especially when he angles his hips just so, every thrust sweeping against that sweet spot deep inside of you that he’s so adept at finding. For the first minute or so you’re fine with the leisurely pace he’s doing but you can tell it’s killing him and it’s starting to kill you, too. You’ve never been too patient, even if you’d waited 22 years for this exact moment.

You’re not a virgin. It feels good, the invisible badge of honor and the cock, going entirely too slow for your liking, deep in your pussy.

“Faster - need you to go faster,” you gasp as Harry’s thumb drops to your clit, rubbing slow circles on the sensitive nub, and they’re immediately a sharp contrast to the way he pulls his hips out and slams them back in. This is what he wanted, what he needed, and it’s what you need, too. No slow pumps. You need him fucking fast and hard and God it feels good, the way he presses down on your clit, sending pleasure coursing through your veins. “Feel so good inside me. God, keep doing that.”

Harry braces a hand on top of the couch, lifting his body slightly off of yours to piston his cock in and out of your cunt, taking him greedily and fully. He’d been with plenty of girls before - more than he could count - but there was something different, being the first guy to fill you up, to fuck you so hard you saw stars. And it was bloody good, watching you beneath him, your mouth falling open with a broken moan, pushing your pelvis up towards his, trying to help him along.

“Such a dirty girl,” Harry rasps, reaching down to grab the top of your dress - should’ve taken it off of you, really - and he pulls it down so aggressively you’re sure the fabric will rip. Your tits spill out of the top, covered only by your bra, and his fingers hook in the cups, pulling them away from your breasts, and in an instant his head is lowered to flick his tongue against your nipple. “Feels so good, hmm? Getting fucked for the very first time? Poor baby - never had a dick before. Tell me how - tell me how it feels.”

Your head is fucking spinning, is how it feels, and you’re not sure you’re going to be able to talk for days to come. You sob out your response, barely audible, but Harry hears it as if you’d spoken loud and clear - “So good, fuck, gonna cum.”

Two of his fingers pluck at your clit like the strings of a guitar, as if you’re merely something to be played with, but it’s enough to send you over the edge again. Your body convulses beneath him, eyes squeezing shut. Your cunt fluttering around him could make him cum but you can tell he wants to hold out - wants to see if you have one more in you, and you’re not sure if you do.

It’s as though Harry can sense the second you’ve milked your orgasm for all you can, because he pulls out of you the second you’re done. Before you can cry out, his hands grab your hips and flip you over with such ease it’s nearly embarrassing. You hardly have the muscle strength to hold yourself up, merely dropping your face into the cushion as his hands position himself at your cunt, pushing in without giving you a second to adjust, and it’s back to the hard, steady pace you’d reached before.

This position is a fucking change and one you love, a new angle letting him reach spots inside of you that you hadn’t even known existed. Your moans are muffled where your mouth is pressed to the cushion but Harry’s are loud and clear, piercing the air near violently as he cries out. You can’t see him but you try with all your might to picture exactly what he’s doing - picturing how his mouth is open and his eyes are shut and he’s lifting his hand to land it back down on your -

As though he can read your thoughts his hand goes up and smacks down on your ass, the noise cracking through the air, and you sob out at the feeling. You love that, you really do, and you’d never have expected yourself to but as he sends another slap to your skin you decide it’s one of your favorite things you’ve done this whole fucking evening.

“Gonna cum,” Harry grunts, hand gripping your thigh to rock your body in time with his. You wiggle your ass, pushing it against him, and for that, you earn another smack. “Where d’you want me to cum? Want it on your back, hmm? Or maybe flip you over again and cum on your pretty tits.”

You can’t verbalize anything, nothing except for broken cries and his name falling off your lips like a mantra, and he knows it.

“Or -” and his voice drops nearly a whole fucking octave, deeper than you’d even thought it could go, and you’re so close to your fourth that your ears are starting to ring - “does my dirty girl want me to cum in her pussy? Fill you up with my cum, fuck you so good until you’re stuffed with it.”

It’s that - his words, fucking filthy and rising above every other noise the two of you make - that ends you. Sends you hurtling into your fourth, now, the couch practically absorbing your moan (or more like a scream) and any ability you’d had to hold yourself up on shaky legs dissipates as you collapse against the couch but Harry’s there, holding you up, forcing your hips back into his you were made for it.

You don’t need to say anything - he knows what you want, can read you like a book by now, and you’ve only known him for tonight. So as his cock gives its final twitch inside your cunt, worn out from cumming four times in such a short amount of time, he makes no move to pull out. Just grips your hips and holds them close to his, and the feeling of hot ribbons of cum shooting into your cunt, filling you up exactly the way you’d wanted, is a sensation you don’t think you’ll ever forget.

When he’s done, pulling out slowly, you collapse fully onto the couch with nothing to hold you up - you’re fucking exhausted but you’ve never felt better in your life. A haze seems to be settling over your mind and body, preventing you from paying any attention to anything that’s not Harry as he stands up above you. And then you feel him, wrapping his arms around you, picking you up like a goddamn baby and you like it a lot.

You’re entirely too close to falling asleep in his arms before he lies you down on a surface softer than the couch - has to be the bed, the rich hotel beds, and as your head lands on the pillow you know you’re correct. God, feels like a pillow, and you’d like to spend the rest of your life right here.

Harry’s like a God in human form, truly, getting a warm washcloth from the restroom to wipe at the cum dripping down your thighs. You two speak in soft, hushed voices, as though making up for the absolutely inhuman noises you’d made before, as he pulls your dress over your head and deposits it on the ground. It is ripped, you can see, but you find you don’t really care. Not like you didn’t get it for less than $10 - and it’s just a reminder of every amazing thing that happened tonight, not that you’d ever need one. You know you’ll remember this night forever.

Finally he lies down beside you, shifting so he’s spooning you, arms firm around your waist and your head to his shoulder. This feels perfect, exactly what you needed to end off your first time perfectly.

“M’not a virgin anymore,” you murmur, adjusting yourself to press your body closer to his. “Feels good. Feel like I’m finally living.”

Harry chuckles at that, pressing a kiss to the side of your face. “Hope your first time was as good as it could be.”

You exhale softly. “It was perfect,” you tell him, voice soft and dripping with emotions you can’t possibly decipher. And it’s the absolute truth - even if your first time wasn’t with a boyfriend you were in love with, like your friends, you don’t think you’d ever have it any other way. “Maybe we could do it again, some time.”

Probably a mistake to ask, but there’s nothing to lose, really. Maybe a piece of your dignity if he says no, but it doesn’t hurt to ask. You’d do this a thousand times over again with him without hesitating.

He takes a beat to respond and you know you fucked up, already squeezing your eyes shut in regret, but then he rasps, “Definitely gotta do it again. Tomorrow night … and the night after that … and the night after that …” and you know you’re in for it.

#harry styles smut #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #can u tell i rushed the ending #harry styles blurb

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themousefromfantasyland · 2 years

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The Christmas Tree Forest

By Raymond Macdonald Alden

This American tale is a little saccharine, I admit, but I find it cute. It certainly has a vintage feeling to it, Christmas from the turn of the century

Awat the northern end of the world, farther than men have ever gone with their ships or their sleds, and where most people suppose that there is nothing but ice and snow, is a land full of children, called The Great Walled Country. This name is given because all around the country is a great wall, hundreds of feet thick and hundreds of feet high. It is made of ice, and never melts, winter or summer; and of course it is for this reason that more people have not discovered the place.

The land, as I said, is filled with children, for nobody who lives there ever grows up. The king and the queen, the princes and the courtiers, may be as old as you please, but they are children for all that. They play a great deal of the time with dolls and tin soldiers, and every night at seven o’clock have a bowl of bread and milk and go to bed. But they make excellent rulers, and the other children are well pleased with the government.

There are all sorts of curious things about the way they live in The Great Walled Country, but this story is only of their Christmas season. One can imagine what a fine thing their Christmas must be, so near the North Pole, with ice and snow everywhere; but this is not all. Grandfather Christmas lives just on the north side of the country, so that his house leans against the great wall and would tip over if it were not for its support. Grandfather Christmas is his name in The Great Walled Country; no doubt we should call him Santa Claus here. At any rate, he is the same person, and, best of all the children in the world, he loves the children behind the great wall of ice.

One very pleasant thing about having Grandfather Christmas for a neighbor is that in The Great Walled Country they never have to buy their Christmas presents. Every year, on the day before Christmas, before he makes up his bundles for the rest of the world, Grandfather Christmas goes into a great forest of Christmas trees, that grows just back of the palace of the king of The Great Walled Country, and fills the trees with candy and books and toys and all sorts of good things. So when night comes, all the children wrap up snugly, while the children in all other lands are waiting in their beds, and go to the forest to gather gifts for their friends. Each one goes by himself, so that none of his friends can see what he has gathered; and no one ever thinks of such a thing as taking a present for himself. The forest is so big that there is room for every one to wander about without meeting the people from whom he has secrets, and there are always enough nice things to go around.

So Christmas time is a great holiday in that land, as it is in all the best places in the world. They have been celebrating it in this way for hundreds of years, and since Grandfather Christmas does not seem to grow old any faster than the children, they will probably do so for hundreds of years to come.

But there was once a time, so many years ago that they would have forgotten all about it if the story were not written in their Big Book and read to them every year, when the children in The Great Walled Country had a very strange Christmas. There came a visitor to the land. He was an old man, and was the first stranger for very many years that had succeeded in getting over the wall. He looked so wise, and was so much interested in what he saw and heard, that the king invited him to the palace, and he was treated with every possible honor.

When this old man had inquired about their Christmas celebration, and was told how they carried it on every year, he listened gravely, and then, looking wiser than ever, he said to the king:

“That is all very well, but I should think that children who have Grandfather Christmas for a neighbor could find a better and easier way. You tell me that you all go out on Christmas Eve to gather presents to give to one another the next morning. Why take so much trouble, and act in such a round- about way? Why not go out together, and every one get his own presents? That would save the trouble of dividing them again, and every one would be better satisfied, for he could pick out just what he wanted for himself. No one can tell what you want as well as you can.

This seemed to the king a very wise saying, and he called all his courtiers and counselors about him to hear it. The wise stranger talked further about his plan, and when he had finished they all agreed that they had been very foolish never to have thought of this simple way of getting their Christmas gifts.

“If we do this,” they said, “no one can ever complain of what he has, or wish that some one had taken more pains to find what he wanted. We will make a proclamation, and always after this follow the new plan.”

So the proclamation was made, and the plan seemed as wise to the children of the country as it had to the king and the counselors. Every one had at some time been a little disappointed with his Christmas gifts; now there would be no danger of that.

On Christmas Eve they always had a meeting at the palace, and sang carols until the time for going to the forest. When the clock struck ten every one said, “I wish you a Merry Christmas!” to the person nearest him, and then they separated to go their ways to the forest. On this particular night it seemed to the king that the music was not quite so merry as usual, and that when the children spoke to one another their eyes did not shine as gladly as he had noticed them in other years; but there could be no good reason for this, since every one was expecting a better time than usual. So he thought no more of it.

There was only one person at the palace that night who was not pleased with the new proclamation about the Christmas gifts. This was a little boy named Inge, who lived not far from the palace with his sister. Now his sister was a cripple, and had to sit all day looking out of the window from her chair; and Inge took care of her, and tried to make her life happy from morning till night. He had always gone to the forest on Christmas Eve and returned with his arms and pockets loaded with pretty things for his sister, which would keep her amused all the coming year. And although she was not able to go after presents for her brother, he did not mind that at all, especially as he had other friends who never forgot to divide their good things with him.

But now, said Inge to himself, what would his sister do? For the king had ordered that no one should gather any presents except for himself, or any more than he could carry away at once. All of Inge’s friends were busy planning what they would pick for themselves, but the poor crippled child could not go a step toward the forest. After thinking about it a long time, Inge decided that it would not be wrong if, instead of taking gifts for himself, he took them altogether for his sister. This he would be very glad to do; for what did a boy who could run about and play in the snow care for presents, compared with a little girl who could only sit still and watch others having a good time? Inge did not ask the advice of any one, for he was a little afraid others would tell him he must not do it; but he silently made up his mind not to obey the proclamation.

And now the chimes had struck ten, and the children were making their way toward the forest, in starlight that was so bright that it almost showed their shadows on the sparkling snow. As soon as they came to the edge of the forest, they separated, each one going by himself in the old way, though now there was really no reason why they should have secrets from one another.

Ten minutes later, if you had been in the forest, you might have seen the children standing in dismay with tears on their faces, and exclaiming that there had never been such a Christmas Eve before. For as they looked eagerly about them to the low-bending branches of the evergreen trees, they saw nothing hanging from them that could not be seen every day in the year. High and low they searched, wandering farther into the forest than ever before, lest Grandfather Christmas might have chosen a new place this year for hanging his presents; but still no presents appeared. The king called his counselors about him, and asked them if they knew whether anything of this kind had happened before, but they could tell him nothing. So no one could guess whether Grandfather Christmas had forgotten them, or whether some dreadful accident had kept him away.

As the children were trooping out of the forest, after hours of weary searching, some of them came upon little Inge, who carried over his shoulder a bag that seemed to be full to overflowing. When he saw them looking at him, he cried:

“Are they not beautiful things? I think Grandfather Christmas was never so good to us before.”

“No presents!” said Inge. “I have my bag full of them.” But he did not offer to show them, because he did not want the children to see that they were all for his little sister instead of for himself.

“Why, what do you mean?” cried the children. “There are no presents in the forest.”

Then the children begged him to tell them in what part of the forest he had found his presents, and he turned back and pointed them to the place where he had been. “I left many more behind than I brought away,” he said. “There they are! I can see some of the things shining on the trees even from here.”

But when the children followed his footprints in the snow to the place where he had been, they still saw nothing on the trees, and thought that Inge must be walking in his sleep, and dreaming that he had found presents. Perhaps he had filled his bag with the cones from the evergreen trees.

On Christmas Day there was sadness all through The Great Walled Country. But those who came to the house of Inge and his sister saw plenty of books and dolls and beautiful toys piled up about the little cripple’s chair; and when they asked where these things came from, they were told, “Why, from the Christmas-tree forest.” And they shook their heads, not knowing what it could mean.

The king held a council in the palace, and appointed a committee of his most faithful courtiers to visit Grandfather Christmas, and see if they could find what was the matter. In a day or two more the committee set out on their journey. They had very hard work to climb the great wall of ice that lay between their country and the place where Grandfather Christmas lived, but at last they reached the top. And when they came to the other side of the wall, they were looking down into the top of his chimney. It was not hard to go down this chimney into the house, and when they reached the bottom of it they found themselves in the very room where Grandfather Christmas lay sound asleep.

It was hard enough to waken him, for he always slept one hundred days after his Christmas work was over, and it was only by turning the hands of the clock around two hundred times that the committee could do anything. When the clock had struck twelve times two hundred hours, Grandfather Christmas thought it was time for his nap to be over, and he sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes.

“Oh, sir!” cried the prince who was in charge of the committee, “we have come from the king of The Great Walled Country, who has sent us to ask why you forgot us this Christmas, and left no presents in the forest.”

“No presents!” said Grandfather Christmas. “I never forget anything. The presents were there. You did not see them, that’s all.”

But the children told him that they had searched long and carefully, and in the whole forest there had not been found a thing that could be called a Christmas gift.

“Indeed!” said Grandfather Christmas. “And did little Inge, the boy with the crippled sister, find none?”

Then the committee was silent, for they had heard of the gifts at Inge’s house, and did not know what to say about them.

“You had better go home,” said Grandfather Christmas, who now began to realize that he had been awakened too soon, “and let me finish my nap. The presents were there, but they were never intended for children who were looking only for themselves. I am not surprised that you could not see them. Remember that not everything that wise travelers tell you is wise.” And he turned over and went to sleep again.

The committee returned silently to The Great Walled Country, and told the king what they had heard. The king did not tell all the children of the land what Grandfather Christmas had said, but, when the next December came, he made another proclamation, bidding every one to seek gifts for others, in the old way, in the Christmas-tree forest. So that is what they have been doing ever since; and in order that they may not forget what happened, in case any one should ever ask for another change, they have read to them every year from their Big Book the story of the time when they had no Christmas gifts

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gesternchen · 3 years

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Just randomly reviewing scenes from the movies no one remembers now. This week: Avatar (2009).

It’s not like everyone forgot James Cameron’s Avatar. Since we’re still getting some footage from behind the scenes of the sequel and news about the cast, at least someone takes pains to remind themselves of this cinematic experience from the year of 2009. It’s already been 84 (just kidding, 11) years and I’m still looking forward to at least watching the teaser (fun fact: I was 11 when Avatar came out, I’m 22 now). I even bought the Darkhorse comic book on Tsu’Tey’s backstory to, you know, investigate one of my favorite characters a little bit better (spoiler: the backstory wasn’t very much eventful but I noticed a nice detail there which I may talk about briefly a bit later).

Throughout the years Avatar has received a lot of backlash and more or less justified criticism, mainly for the plot and its problematic packaging. I believe, it depends on the perspective one watches a movie from. Of course, I wouldn’t call it an absolute gem of exciting storytelling, even though I truly enjoy it, as in majority its twists are undeniably predictable. However, I always disagreed with people saying relations in Avatar aren’t deep at all. Well, romance between Jake and Neytiri, which, let’s be honest, except for the scene of telling the truth, went too smoothly, and this is why I strongly believe clash of interests is inevitable in sequels. Their interaction remained the key one for the whole movie, and nothing is bad about that, people enjoy a nice lovestory, so do I. But 11 years after I’d like to focus on the disturbing conflict everyone prefers to ignore for some reason when recalling Avatar. For me it’s always been Jake versus Colonel Quaritch.

You guys may have already guessed which scenes I wanna talk about. Those really important ones that I consider climactic to the pace of narration. And what is more about them, they give us crucial details in character development and actors’ play to think through. The main message: Quaritch knew it was coming.

Let me firstly touch upon the scene of short conversation between Jake and Quaritch prior to Sully presumably leaving Pandora. While Jake is awating Quaritch in a large empty hall, he hardly seems to be calm about the talk, every nerve in his body is trembling, but why?

The way Jake’s drumming his fingers on the table makes me wonder if he’s okay.

Then Colonel enters the hall, grabs a chair and reminds that it had been more than two weeks since he got the latest report on how the misson was going. He knows, Sully is questioning reality, and no, he’s not ‘doubting his resolve’. He knows, the right moment to ‘terminate the mission’ is missed. He knows, he lost Jake. He knows, he’s talking to the deserter. Yet Quaritch speaks indifferent. He praises Jake’s effort and rewards him for that. With real legs he promised to him when they first talked. Quaritch hoped they’d trigger the realization in Jake. Which doesn’t happen. How sad he looks when Jake openly refuses to accept the reward.

In just one sequence Stephen’s face demonstrates the shift of all four feelings Quaritch goes through: dissatisfaction, melancholy, shame, disgust.

Quaritch sensed the moment when Jake expressed superiority to the mankind. Jake grasped that Quaritch knew everything, he played with fire, and that’s why he felt anxiety. And it lasted all the way until Quaritch stepped back for leaving the hall. But did Colonel really surrender? I doubt that.

The tension between them both feels electric, so it’s explainable why Jake’s transient smile is so awkward. Sam then heavily staring straight at Colonel's back suggests that up until now Jake regarded Quaritch as his enemy. The enemy he knew he would not be able to defeat.

I remember when watching this scene, I couldn’t get myself the answer to one question. The question was: which report did Quaritch refer to? ‘That report from two weeks ago’, but such information wasn’t satisfactory for me. To be honest, this small discovery became the actual reason why I decided to type this study. Let’s assume that this particular report which Quaritch mentioned was the videolog where Jake confessed that Omaticaya wouldn’t leave the Hometree. Here’s why.

The general audience is used to perceiving Quaritch as a cruel short-tempered military man who just waits for the starting pistol’s shot to destroy everything in sight. Again, nothing is wrong about this, the fact that his character was simply meant to be a generic personification of such type doesn’t leave us with any alternative impression of him. Let’s say, if he was given the order to ignite the operation of the Hometree’s destruction to screw the tribe out of the site, he would absolutely go for it (and so he does). He’s a man of his word after all. Let’s also say, if he was pissed off by Jake’s betrayal, he would transport himself to the mountain site in a blink of an eye, turn off the link and put Jake in jail right after the talk in the hall. Instead, Quaritch decided to wait and give Jake the last chance. Jake preffered unearthly wings to those more tangible, so Quaritch chose not to cut them so abruptly.

We’re moving to the next scene, taking place right before a toned down fight between Tsu’Tey and Jake (I’m saying so, because it’s actually one of the deleted scenes that got edited out of the final cut, and believe me, the pressure between two rivals there is way too intense). Quaritch is watching the record of Jake destroying bulldozer’s lenses with a stone. After that Jake’s face is zoomed and we watch Selfridge get frustrated, Quaritch looks pretty annoyed as well but doesn’t seem to be much surprised. What he’s feeling, is bitter disappointment in himself and knowing that he totally failed to persuade Jake to change his mind.

Just observe Stephen Lang’s performance here. He absolutely nails cold-eyed look, the fire burning slow inside of him is so palpable, and guess what, in a flash he flies off the handle.

Now, shall we check the ultimate scene, preceding the destruction of the Hometree. Though Grace versus Parker juxtaposition is central to this scene, the last time Quaritch confronting Jake face to face in his human body is essential to consider for making things clear.

When it comes to revealing to Selfridge the vainness of further negotiations with Omaticaya, isn’t it just interesting how fast Quaritch manages to find the correct videolog? It literally takes him not more than a couple of swipes to produce the proof. Here is why: he’s already watched the record and is completely aware of the Jake’s values having deteriorated.

You can tell, Jake knew he was under control, but he would rather like to ingnore this fact. His pathetic glance at Quaritch, who’s almost impending above his head, causes to think Jake would guess that Colonel could have watched this videolog. Rather, it was a mutual secret between the two of them until a turning point. But the moment of truth came, and Jake didn’t change his mind. Quaritch made sure of that and finally it was his time to triumph.

So how was it even possible to assume Quaritch may have watched the videolog I’ve been talking about for so long? Well, my explanation may be too easy to believe, but still: we can tell by Jake’s appearance and the date of the record that it is the vlog we need.

This telltale videolog was recorded 16 minutes after the another one, when Jake says that he’s uncertain, who he is anymore (LST abbreviation stands for Local Standard Time). Jake might have suddenly felt depressed and hopeless and got back to the camera while being too emotionally instable, and so must have forgotten to delete the final record.

I have one more note for you. If you check the videolog library Quaritch is swiping through, you’ll see that the latest important record, which he actually needs, is made in the interior of the mountain site block and dates back to August, 13. Other recent vlogs’ covers look nothing like Site 26 sequence. Jake may not have done any of these records at the mountain site. I still wonder though where those three or four ensuing videologs were recorded, the location seems to be red lighted, which means it isn’t blue lighting at Site 26. I may even assume he recorded some pieces at Hell’s Gate. Why would I think so? Probably because in those two scenes (dialog with Quaritch and confession at Parker’s office) Jake looks ten times better than before, he gained some weight at least and doesn’t resemble a living sceleton.

Selfridge gave Jake an hour to relocate the tribe, while gunships led by Colonel’s Dragon were already on full alert. Quaritch had no doubt that Jake’s peacekeeping mission would fail. He knew it from the beginning. Hence he sounds so sarcastic seeing Sully’s avatar tied.

Now Quaritch sipping his villain’s morning coffee tasting like fresh genocide doesn’t feel so cringy: he’s celebrating his victory over Jake (still I should agree with critisism on this point, it really is a stupid cliche and wasn’t intended to carry a deep meaning).

Now I should admit, it’s been a long journey to run this investigation and bring it to light by finally posting it. It took me around a day to collect my thoughts and express them by means of more or less readable English. Just would like to make a little side note: English is not my native, so I promise I did my best! Thanks to James Cameron for making a movie, which woke me up in the middle of the night to start reflecting, and to all the fans out there who still exist and remember this movie and so can read this essay. @avatarmovies I found your blog not so long ago and you guys say you enjoy headcanons (and movie reviews probably?..), so it would be nice if you reblogged this but I’m not insisting!!

#avatar #james cameron #james cameron avatar #movie reviews #avatar movies #colonel quaritch #jake sully #characters in conflict #gesternchen reviews

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yandere-foods · 4 years

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Naga Whiskey and seasonal ruts tho?? 👀👀

......anon I got a little to into this.....but love thissssss so muchhhhhh!

- Ok but like think about it, him getting all hot a bothered with pre rut hitting.

- Being pissy about not having a little mouse to warm his nest and to take everything he can give them.

- There are two ways to handle a rut, fuck it out or fight it out. With out a little mouse he chooses the latter.

- Flicking out his tongue to find a victim to maim untill their a pile of shredded meat and bones.

- Only to smell you on his tongue, sweet little you.

- The smell of you makes him shake his rattle coming to life, his fangs starting to drip with venom. The desire to bite aching in his jaw.

- Oh yes he found what he wanted maim in the best way possible. He finally found his mouse, his mate, his love, his life.

- Now that he's found you, all that's left is the chase.

- Goodluck trying to out run him, nothing can stop the horny danger noodle. Nothing.

- When he gets you all wrapped up in his coils he doesn't hesitate to bite you, fangs piercing your skin as his venom floods you veins.

- Don't worry about dying, your hormones are just mixing with his if anything this is just a bonding and marking situation.

- Poor mouse, you passed our from the pain. That was his fault, the venom is best delivered during the climax of mating.

- His venom will not be lethal to you in fact next time you wake up it will be very pleasurable the next time it's in your veins.

- He wants nothing more than to take you right then and there but alas, he needs to move.

- He's not the only naga in rut and his instincts are screaming to get you to his nest, your nest.

"Our nest awates little mouse."

I get the feeling naga whiskey is going to become a thing here....I am liveing for it!

#food fantasy #foodfantasy #yandere #ff whiskey #yandere whisky #ya mean cannon whisky?#yandere male #yandere hcs #anon ask #yandere foodfantasy #yandere food fantasy #naga whiskey #yandere naga #yandere naga whisky

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sonitavalentine · 4 years

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What do you think about vkm? Like what are your thoughts on it so far, about where it’s heading?

it’s heading to hell

At this point I’m not even sure. I mean, the story is a mess, plot decisions are dubious at best and characterizations suffer enormously. It doesn’t look like something well-thought. More like a field of experimentation for Hino where she tests her weird ideas. And if previously I had some hopes for the ending or at least some expectations, what I have now is disappointment and lack of huge interest I used to have.

If there’s anything I kind of care it’s Kaname’s ending, but I reached the state where I just want to close the case and that’s it. Hino is obsessed with the idea that Yuuki is the best girl for both male leads so I want to know if she goes as far as letting Yuuki come back to be with Kaname. I mean, this stance “all best is for Yuuki” is her ultimate goal, and as both boys are supposed to be the hot cakes she can’t just let them live the life without her. She already turned Zero into a complete doormat, so perhaps something like that is awating Kaname. Or he’ll die which is going to be a total failure taking into account the meaning of Yuuki’s sacrifice. Unfortunately, I don’t see that Kaname can be given a chance to live his own life and meet new people that can become important to him outside the cursed Kuran-Kiryuu kin. Hino won’t let that happen. So what we’re going to see next is either Kaname dying due to some stupid reason or Yuuki getting back in some form and having another life with another man and another significant romance. And as a Yume I have to admit that I did want for it to happen, but in this moment of time I’m not sure I think it’s a good decision plot wise. I just want everyone to leave Kaname alone and let him live his serene life without the burdens he was deliberately freed of.

It wasn’t so long ago that I had competely different opinions, but I’m exhausted by VKM. Every chapter brings nothing but a pile of not so nice surprises and I have no interest in investing my time into that kind of story. When I read/watch anything some plot decisions might be unlikable, I might dislike endings or certain characters, but he story loses all meaning for me when I don’t see the point behind author’s unexplainable desire for the main heroine to have it all. Vampire Knight was a good story, with some drawbacks but a good one and the ending had its meaning, but with current VKM state it lost its charm to me.

#vampire knight #anti hino #kinda #anonymous

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queenofallimagines · 4 years

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Headcanon for Bakugou Todoroki and Shinsou for their POC crush starting to show their insecurities about being a foreigner or at least insecure about being the darkest person in tge room. No joke I went to a place two hpurs awat from home for college and the difference from everyone being POC to white and Asian was there. I had no reason to but I felt out of place

I totally get you my gfs family is all Mexican and I’m just scared that they’re gunna say some racist stuff and I Cant clap back on them. Like idk comming from a city packed with black people and different cultures I’m mixed with to living in Texas and seeing one black person a week. I feel completely alone sometimes. like we’re both poc so we can relate but,,, it’s a different feel when you’re talking to another black person. Or a person of your own race ya feel?

Tw: racism,colorism and just general nasty mess toward dark skin people

Song ref: location unknown- HONNE

Bakugou:

- when you start to make self deprecating jokes he cuts that shit out

- “Lmao I’m the darkest here.”

- “So what if you have dark skin you’re still you.”

- Not the b e s t thing to hear but he’s a lil Ignorant

- When he hears the stuff people are saying??? Oh hell nah

- Fuck that

- “They’re just so unattractive. Like their shin tone.”

- “Maybe it’s apart of their quirk.”

- “If I tan I can get just as dark as them.”

- “Look at their lips.”

- Like huh???

- Outraged

- Then he noticed how awkward it is

- How people dance around what they say to you

- How they pretend to understand your lingo

- How they bastardize AAVE

- Like he’s pissed

- Cami(SHES supposed to be black y’all why would he make her talk like that 🤢🤢)

- Will help him(shes black now )

- “Listen up you extras. You have no right to treat them differently from anyone else. MINA HAS PINK SKIN SO WHY IS BROWN A PROBLEM.”

- He just has a whole speech on the cafeteria

- You’re thankful but embarrassed

- The bakusquad are your person security guards

- If you get any bad looks giggles it’s over

- Some general studies kids were bothering you and whew

- It’s over man

- “Listen here you dumb bastards they actually made it to the hero course the same can’t be said for you.”

- Zero tolerance

- Asks you out and when you get insecure he pops off

- “Dumbass I know you haven’t had the easily time here in Japan; shit anywhere in The world. But your not alone I’m here for you.”

Todoroki:

- Okay let’s start by saying his dad would probably be racist

- Like unless you’re crazy powerful he’s pulling out slurs

- The first thing he noticed was your skin color

- It was different

- Unique

- He actually doesn’t treat you like a novelty

- Let’s you rant

- “Nobody in our class has ever seen someone like me unless it was on tv.”

- “I’m not angry. I’m not a thug. I’ve never met a black person who owned a gun.”

- He’s steaming mad

- You’re being treated differently and it’s not fair

- When you do your hair everyone wants to touch it and you gotta explain yourself

- You shouldn’t have to

- He gets iida to help make a PowerPoint

- Asks Aizawa to show the class

- He goes in explaining their internal racism and biases

- They are shook

- Apologize immediately and start being better

- We love growth

- They fuck up any other students

- “Their hair is so-“

- “So what bitch? You couldn’t even compare to them.”

- Like they don’t take nothing

- Aizawa has had to stop fights before BC ochako will pop off and todoroki will help

- When endeavor meets you it’s game over

- He calls you “this thing” and you loose it

- Screaming yelling quirk going haywire

- He’s impressed BC you’re not as weak as he thought

- Doesn’t matter BC fuck him

- Todoroki doesn’t go home for three days

- Comforts you

- Exposes endeavor for being a racist scumbag

- The American fans are loosing it

- All of japan hates his ass

- Todoroki will comfort you when your feeling insecure

- “You’re a piece of artwork your skin makes you beautiful and you should never be ashamed.”

Shinsou:

- okay he knows what discrimination tells like

- So when he learns you face that x1000 he’s pissed

- “What the fuck.”

- He hears nasty shit and is disgusted to the max

- “They’re so unapproachable. Even that bakugou kid seems more friendly.”

- “They always have that mean look in their face like they’re angry.”

- He’s gunna mind control them to apologize and go tell the principal what they did

- Makes an effort to comfort you and you guys bond

- Will go in the train with you BC this ain’t New York you cant fight on the train

- He will tho

- I’d any weirdo chikan(a man who gropes women in public transport) trying to fetishize you he’s out

- He’s gunna go full curb stomp

- Tries to bring you things that remind you of home

- Tried not to be stereotypical but you’re like

- “Not bring me fruit punch.”

- Like the way your skin contrasts to his when you hold hands

- He will stare at you longingly

- When he asks you out he’s gunna be super flustered

- Brings you flowers

- “I can only understand a small fraction of what you feel. You shouldn’t have to feel unsafe or uncomfortable in your own skin. You are beautiful and amazing inside and out. I care for you deeply and want to be able to be by your side.”

#shinsou hitoshi #shinsou imagine #shinsou x reader #todoroki shoto imagine #todoroki x reader #todoroki shōto #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #tw: racism #tw:colorism #x poc reader #x black reader #boko no hero imagines #my hero academia imagines

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m4delin · 4 years

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Another idea for the idea dump pile:

Roman and Remus are princes in a kingdom and while they don’t know it, they have like fae blood in them. One of their ancestors were fae.

Their parents are most of the time kind hearted, but they can also be very stern as they rule.

Fae and mythilogical creatures exist but the common people don’t know about it since they hide and have their own community where they live. Fae, magic, creatures that are not humans and ‘normal’ animals are shunned and feared, making humans hunt them down.

Virgil is a (young) sort of siren*/harpy hybrid creature. He have wings on his back and his arm are covered in feathers and his nails can turn talon like, but most of the time he keeps them human. He also has birdlegs. He can easily hide his legs and arms and with a small glamour, he looks human. His wings turn into a cloak he always wears. He has the voice of a siren and can easily lure people to him with his singing, but he doesn’t like that so he doesn’t sing very often. He also have other voicebased magic but he doesn’t really explore them. Example: he can screech and stun people with it. Are considered very odd and are an outcast in the fae community.

Logan are a fairy, a head tall and beautiful wings in all different colors. Looks mostly like a miniture human, beside his pointed ears, slightly sharper teeth and his wings. He also have a lot of magic that are wastely different from what one would think. He’s an expert in glamours, just ask Virgil, and elemental magic. He can also become bigger at will, but most of the time that blocks his magic so he doesn’t do that often. Unlike may other fairies, Logan loves machines and tinkering, and thus are considered an outcast. Took Virgil in when Virgil was a kid.

Janus are a naga and has scales on one side of his face. He has obvious fangs that he can retract since he’s venomous. He has a forked tounge and his snake body are very long and large. It’s mostly yellow but it also have spots. Can use hypnosies and can use a crystalball/mirror to see other places but cannot see the future or the past. Example: he can see that Virgil are currently by the lake taking a bath. He found Logan to be intruging so he moved himself in. (Logan were less happy to suddenly have a naga in his home) Janus are more accepted than Logan and Virgil but he still recieves odd looks from other creatures since he lives with them and defends them.

Patton are Remus’ and Roman’s butler/personal assistance (or whatever the name is). Normal human and loves the twins. Basically raised the two when their parents were busy.

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It starts with Roman encountering Virgil when Virgil are exploring the human establishment, disguised of course. They begin to talk and becomes friends. They start to meet up in a tower at the edge of castle’s garden, Roman waling up and Virgil climbing up. Roman finds it very amusing and calls Vrigil his rouge.

Time passes and one day Virgil goes to meet Roman but discovers that the castle have been stormed. By the commeners, the people of the kingdom. Why? There were rumors that the royal family were of fae blood and since fae are so hated, the king needed to be dethroned.

The king and queen had already been killed and there were people on top of the highest tower, and Roman were on the edge of the roof. One of the people were holding a speech, or rather ending one, when Virgil arrive to the place. Virgil doesn’t think about it when Roman gets pushed over, screaming as he tried to reach for anything, and Virgil drops his glamours and flies up to catch Roman.

The people are horrified to see this creature catch one of the princes anRoman are confnused and when he hears Virgil’s hard voice to hold his ears, he does so. Virgil lets out a screech over the crowd of people, making them fall over in pain before he flies off. Virgil doesn’t get all of the people and some start running after, planning to hunt them both down, and it’s some of the royal guard who does this since they as well hates fae. Sometime during the flight, Roman passes out.

Virgil are by the edge of the forest where the glamour who protects the fae starts, but it’s just out of reach when a net catches him and he falls down to the ground, taking a bad hit to his wings as he shields Roman from the fall.

Virgil are paniced and can’t get his voice to work as the knights stalks closer but Logan appears, burns the net and throws the knights awat with the help of the trees. Then he and Virgil hurries into the glamour and then they are safe.

When Roman wakes up, he’s in a bed he doesn’t recognize and he doesn’t really remember what happened. Janus enteres, looks surprised that the human are awake and offers Roman some vegetable soup. Roman are terrified since he grew up hearing that fae are bad people and here are a naga offering him food. Janus simply shrugs when Roman does nothing and goes out to the living room, leaving the human alone.

After some hesitation, Roman tastes the soup and he realize he’s very hungry and eats it all. After even more hesitation he stands up, he feels quite fine after all, and walks out. He sees the naga and someone else sitting in the couch and when Janus turns around and greets him, the other person with wings just stands up and hurries outside.

Virgil are panicing badly and don’t want Roman to see him since Roman have only seen his human disguise before.

Logan flies up to Roman, ask a quick question if he’s ok and then he flies after Virgil. Janus are still in there and invites Roman to sit and they talk about what happened. When Roman realize he has no idea where Remus are, Janus pulls out his crystalball and looks into it, and tells Roman that his brother are safe.

Patton succeeded in pulling Remus away and the two are now hiding.

The rest of the story will be about Roman learning how to stay safe in the fae world and also picking up Remus and Patton.

*siren in this context are based on the siren from the game “Maid of Sker”

(this idea are still in the daydream state so i’m still messing around with this)

#sanders sides #fantasy au #idea dump #excuse my misspellings #i should be in bed #i hope you guys like my idea dumps #feel free to ask questions about them #or send me your ideas to add to the pile #also this probably would be a prinxeity since i can't help myself

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iliketowrite1996 · 4 years

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As a Friend

Part 7/10 of Steve Rogers x Reader series Part 1:https://iliketowrite1996.tumblr.com/post/614617294578089984/his-best-girlPart 2: https://iliketowrite1996.tumblr.com/post/614969499334197248/meet-the-music-teacherPart 3: https://iliketowrite1996.tumblr.com/post/616114724817584128/lunch-buddies

4:https://iliketowrite1996.tumblr.com/post/616328582794493952/why-not

Part 5: https://iliketowrite1996.tumblr.com/post/616965238563192832/blind-dates-part-1-sneak-peek

Part 6: https://iliketowrite1996.tumblr.com/post/617069920649412608/blind-dates-part-2

TRIGGER WARNINGS AND THEMES- Break ups, angst, heartache, scared to fall in love again, Steve is crying, Sharon has had enough,

As the year closed and a new year began, Steve continued to date both you and Sharon. This was at the advice of Natasha, Sam, Bucky and even Tony. It’s February now, and deciding to do this hasn’t made it any easier for him. It’s hard, because there’s no comparing the two of you.

With you, you understand having a kid, so you’re pretty flexible with the schedule. Sometimes, you’ll bring your kids along. Most of the time, you can spend at least a few hours together before he takes you back home. And though he can tell that you are still a bit hesitant to open up to him entirely.

‘’It’s not that I don’t trust you,’’ you’d stated just last night as you sat in the car, staring out of the windshield as he held your hands, ‘’Because you are a great guy. Really, Steve. You treat me well, you include my daughter. There are just so many factors stacked up against us.’’

‘’Such as,’’ Steve questioned, truly trying to see things from your point of view.

‘’The fact that, since the original teacher isn't coming back this year, we are going to be coworkers for who knows how long. The fact that I just moved here, just got settled... ‘’

Deep down inside, you knew that none of these things are the reasons. They’re merely filters, things to get you through the fact that you just don’t want to have another situation like the one with Darryl.

‘’But what about in the summer, when we’re not co-workers and you’re looking for a new job?,’’ Steve inquired earnestly, ‘’Or are you really that afraid that I would do something to hurt you?’’

This is one thing that you somehow simultaneously love and abhor about your… whatever this is with Steve. He sees through you, and could break down your walls so easily if you’d let him.

And that is the part that you’re having trouble with.

‘’What are you afraid of,’’ Steve had sighed, ‘’I’m not judging you. You know I;m afraid, too. But I’m here with you. And I’m trying to see if we could have something here.’’

‘’You’re also trying with Sharon, aren’t you,’’ you finally look at him, ‘’Is this easier with her?’’

‘’It’s different,’’ Steve spoke quickly, ‘’Not better, not worse.’’

‘’But probably easier than trying to be with someone who keeps flip flopping,’’ you shook your head yet again, looking out the window, ‘’And I’m sorry about that.’’

‘’I’m not asking you to be sorry. I just want to know what I can do to make you know that you’re safe with me.’’

‘’I think that you want to be the good guy, but you’re concerned about getting hurt again, too. That’s why you’re holding on to both me and Sharon at the same,’’ you’d shrugged, not dating to look at him.

‘’So you want me to commit to you when you’re afraid of committing to me,’’ Steve raised an eyebrow.

‘’Stop putting words in my mouth. That’s not what I’m saying.’’

‘’It sure sounded like it. Listen, we’re two adults here. We’ve been dating for about two months, I haven’t tried to make you date me or anything. But if you want… we don’t have to continue this. We can stop.’’

‘’That’s not what I want either,’’ you could hear him let out a breath, ‘’I don’t know what I want.’

‘

‘’I think you’re trying to protect yourself from getting hurt again. But you’re hurting yourself in the process. Can you please look at me,’’ he’d pleaded.

You’d turn to him, rears already filling your eyes.

‘’I care about you. But I have to think of myself, and Jazzy, too. So… I need you to tell me, if you’re interested in pursuing this, in me pursuing you or not.’’

‘’I don’t know what I'm Trying to tell you. I Feel horrible about that, but I don’t… I know you’re not Darryl, Steve. I just…’’

‘’Hey,’’ Steve awkwardly grabs your face with his hands in the cramped confinement of his car, ‘’I’m not going to hurt you.’’

‘’How can you promise that?’’

‘’I can promise you that it’ll never be intentional,’’ Steve responds, ‘’I care about you. So much. IN a few months, you won’t be Jasmine’s teacher anymore. We can try then if you want. Just give me, this, us a chance.’’

You’re staring into bright blue eyes, suddenly aware that, yes, this might be what you want.

‘’Steve…’’

There’s a question in his eyes, and your slow nod lets him know that he can close the gap, missing you for the first time since you’ve met.

And, for once, you’re not overthinking the situation, deciding to delay the decision for yet another day.

That was three weeks ago. In that time, the two of you danced around each other. You talk at work, but never about this. And Steve's come to accept the fact that you’re just not ready to be in a relationship, so he begins to focus on his relationship with Sharon.

‘’What are you thinking about,’’ Sharon asks, pulling Steve from his deep thoughts.

They’re sitting on her couch, her back against his side as he wraps an arm around her.

Tonight, Jasmine is spending the night at Bucky and Nat’s place, so it's date night for Steve and Sharon. You’re taking Livvy to a kid’s concert, and he’ll be seeing you tomorrow.

‘’Steve,’’ Sharon pipes up again, ‘’What’s going on?’’

‘’Oh,nothing.I was just thinking?’’

‘’About what,’’ Sharon presses, ‘’You looked tense.’’

Sharon is wonderful. She’s spontaneous but she respects that Steve can’t be, not with Jasmine in tow. She’s so sweet to his daughter, so caring. She respects his faith,she doesn’t push him into commitment, she doesn’t make him feel bad for not having made a decision.

‘’You’re thinking about her again.’’

It’s not a question, it’s a statement.

Sharon Carter knows that Steve is seeing his co-worker at the same time that that's been seeing her. In fact, she’s been encouraging it. In a way, she guesses she thought that if Steve pursued you and decided that you two were better off friends, it’d open the door for her.

‘’I… I am. I’m sorry, Sharon,’’ Steve grumbles, as Sharon sighs and turns off the television.

‘’We need to talk about this. Steve, you’ve been thinking about her since you got her. In fact… I would even go as far as to say that you’ve been thinking about her since we started dating.’’

‘’That’s not true.’’

‘’It is. Because, the truth is, you asked me out because you knew that she was guarded or busy or whatever it is,’’ Sharon looks at the television, avoiding eye contact with Steve, ‘’So you asked me out. I’my our safety net.’’

‘’Sharon,’’ Steve begins, ‘’It’s not like that.’’

‘’Yes, it is. You enjoy spending time with me, you’re attracted to me. But you’re not interested in me. Because… you’re in love with ehr, aren’t you?’’

Again, she’s telling him. Sharon is able to see right through Steve the way that he can see through you, and it’s a bit disconcerting that he didn’t realize this before now.

‘’I think I'm falling in love with you, Steve. But it’s clear that you can’t feel the same, because you’re hung up on her,’’ Sharon stand, still not looking directly at Steve, ‘’I think you should go.’’

‘’Sharon,’’ Steve stands as well, ‘’Please. It’s not like that.’’

‘’I’m telling you this as someone who is your friend,’’ Sharon shakes her head, tears beginning to spill over, ‘’I’m serious. We can be friends. I need you to, though, Steve. Because I’ not gonna play second best.’’

Steve, being who he is, respects her wishes and leaves.

And as soon as he does, Sharon releases a flow of tears that she hadn’t even known where building up so quickly.

Okay, so she’s a bit hurt. You evidently mean more to him, and she’s trying to push through the hurt to admit that to herself and move on.

Even if it’s going to be a little harder to do.

Sharon Carter is a woman of her word. So, three weeks later, she checks in on Steve. Valentine’s Day has come and went, and she saw him leaving with a bouquet of flowers that evening.

She’s seen you a few times, aware that you don’t know who she is, when you’d visit Steve, your daughter with you. It’s been sporadic and she doesn’t dislike you or anything, but she’s not ready for the awareness of Steve seeing you and her and knowing that she wanted something to come of those dates with him, so she hurries into her apartment or the elevator.

Last night, though, she heard the slam. She’d looked over from where she was taking her key to unlock her door, and saw you storm awat, furiously wiping at your tears.

There must have been an argument or something, because Steve has not said two words to her since they’ve been in this elevator.

‘’So are you going to act like you don’t know me, or just tell me if you're okay or not,’’ she’s finally decided to address the tension.

‘’I’m fine. I’m assuming you heard the argument last night.’’

‘’Bits and pieces before she left. What happened?’’

‘’Nothing, Sharon,’’ Steve shrugs, willing the floors to go faster or the elevator to speed up or anything.

‘’Steve, you suck at lying. You don’t make eye contact when you do. What happened?’’

‘’After you ended things,’’ Steve groans, aware that Sharon won’t drop this, ‘’I talked to her. She said she’s giving me a chance, that we must have to go slow, I just… I don’t know. She’s got excuse after excuse, and then something happened on Friday, and now we’re fighting. And maybe she's right. Maybe we shouldn’t be together.’’

Shron can tell by Steve’s tone that he doesn't believe that-not even a little bit, not at all.

‘’You told her you love her. Didn’t you.’’

And there she goes again,staring right through him.

‘’Did you hear that, too?’’

‘’You wear your heart on your sleeve. You said you love her and she’s afraid,’’ Sharon realizes.

‘’You hit the nail on the head.But maybe it’s for the best,’’ Steve glances at his watch, ‘’I’m going to pick Jasmine up from this sleepover and take her to the game day at church. I’ll see you later, alright?’’

‘’Alright,’’ Sharon nods, grateful that they’re finally in the lobby.

And that she doesn’t have to see the way Steve begins to wipe tears away as they separate.

About half an hour later, Sharon is back, having run her errands and ready to enjoy a lazy Saturday off at home…

Until she sees you, ready to knock on Steve’s door.

‘’Steve’s not here. He said he was picking Jasmine up and going to the game day at church.’’

You turn to look at her, shocked at her information, ‘’Oh, thank you. I forgot he was taking Jasmine.’’

‘’She’s been talking about it all week,’’ Sharon shrugs, hesitating before walking over to you, ‘’You don’t know me, but I’m Sharon.’’

Your eyes widen, blinking a few times before you stick out your hand, ‘’Hi, I’m-’’

‘’The woman he’d rather be with. Sorry, that came out harsher than I meant for it to,’’ Sharon shakes your hand, ‘’Listen… I know you don’t know me, but can I talk to you? We can sit out here in the hallway if you’d like.’’

‘’,,,Sure,’’you agree, not exactly knowing why.

That’s how Sharon finds herself leaning with her back against the wall outside of her apartment as you do the same, legs stretched out in front of you as Sharon sits criss cross to look at you.

‘’I know Steve is a great guy. He’s sweet, he loves his daughter, he treats Olivia well, he’s faithful, he loves God, he makes me feel great. But when he said he loved me,I…’’

‘’Are you afraid of being hurt again?’’

‘’I thought that was it,’’ you confess, not sure why you’re telling all of this to your boyfriend’s(?) ex. ,’’I don’t know anymore.’’

‘’Can I speak frankly? Well, I’m going to do it anyway. It may not be my place to say, and you might be mad at me. I don’t care. Steve is a great guy, and you seem pretty nice yourself. I think you’re in love with him, and you know it,and you know this is different, and that’s what scares you. Because you know that Steve is ready to commit, and you want to, as well.’’

‘’You don’t know me,’’ you shake your head, narrowing your eyes at her, ‘’At all.’’

‘’I might as well. Because all he ever talked about as you. He’s been in love with you for a while. ‘’

‘’I know, I know,’’ you shake your head, running a hand over your fresh twists, ‘’I know. I lo-... I’m …’’

‘’Whoever hurt you before,’’ Sharon takes a chance, putting a hand on your arm ,’’Is not Steve. And Steve isn’t him. I gave him up, but you are going to lose him if you keep going on like this. Is that really what you want?’’

Here this woman is, begging you not to close yourself off to Steve any longer.

‘’I have no ill intentions. I mean, at first I thought if he dated you and it didn’t work out, he wouldn't be left wondering. And if it did work out, then i wouldn’t be left wondering. But now I just see two people who are fighting for and against each other at the same time. Steve is stubborn but he’s loyal, and I don’t know you well enough to say. Just don’t lose him. Because if you care about him, if it’s meant to be… you’ll work out, I guess. But, if you push him away, i can guarantee you that it won’t be long until someone else comes along who’s willing to give a relationship with him a try.’’

Her words hurt, as she expects them to, but it’s the truth. Steve is kind, sensitive, and attractive. He’s smart, he’s faithful. Why wouldn’t someone want to be with him?

‘’He should be back in a half hour, an hour at the most, I guess. He doesn’t stay at things long. Besides, I think that Jasmine has a tutoring session tonight. You’re welcome to, like, chill here if you want. Because I think it’d be weird if I like… invited you in.’’

‘’It would be,’’ you laugh for the first time all day, ‘’Thank you, Sharon.’’

‘’You can thank me by teaching Steve the proper way to eat Oreos. He doesn’t do it right. I’ll see you around,’’ Sharon stands then, taking her keys and unlocking her apartment.

As she enters, she lets out a deep breath, finally feeling like she’s actually let go of Steve.

And she knows why… deep, deep down inside. But that’s something that she’s not quite ready to tell Steve. All that matters is that you take this leap.

Because that’s what it is- a leap of faith.

And Sharon just hopes that she’s provided you with enough of a springboard to finally have the courage to take it.

Disclaimer- I own no Marvel characters, countries, planets, galaxies, cities, etc.

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#steve rogers x reader imagine #steve rogers x reader #single dad steve rogers #singledad!steverogers #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x you #steve rogers imagines #imagine series #imagine #black reader #reader insert fanfic #reader insert

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taniacphotog · 4 years

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why I do it

happy 6th(???) week of quarantine everyone!! i hope you are all safe and well in the comfort of your homes reading a book, learning new tik tok dances (i know i have), or learning how to cook. this week I have returned a little in my feels with more of a nostalgic post. today’s post is all about the why. why is photography so important to me and how it changed my life.

WHERE IT STARTED

as i mentioned in one of my earlier posts, I never really had a clue what i wanted to do with my life. i would take it day by day just going though the motions such as waking up, going to school, then work, soccer practice, and finishing off the day by doing homework and watching netflix. i never really took time for myself to explore my interests and figure out what it was that i was passionate about. so how did photography pop into my head? it was when i began to recognize a reoccurring pattern. i began to notice that i took an insane amount of pictures, whether they be of myself or of my surroundings. i had to get a picture everywhere i went and the angle had to be EVERYTHING. i would not settle for just one picture (yes i am that annoying friend) I would have multiple photoshoots wherever i want. on top of that, anytime i would be out in a social setting I was always being the one asked to take pictures. “hey can you take my pictures?” “i love your instagram, can you take my pic” “only Tania knows my angles” and from that point forward, i knew my true calling.

WHY SO MUCH LOVE FOR IT

it really is so simple. one of those things where you have to do it to be able to see how amazing it feels like. pictures are amazing. they are our time keepers. there’s no better way to record time than by a picture that is worth more than a thousand words. textbooks can hold pages worth of recollection of an era, historic times, or significant figures but nothing is more credible than seeing an image of it. after all, there is no description that could paint a better picture of barack obama than an actual picture. on top of that, pictures last a lifetime. a simple one second photo can capture an entire day in a future memory. pictures bring people so much happiness. whether it is a picture if the first mountain you successfully hiked, a picture of your engagement or a picture of a passed awat family member that brings a smile to your face every day. that is what makes photography so pure. i love being able to capture beautiful moments that people will remember for a lifetime. the feeling of having a life-long memory is priceless.

given this i say to you, go out and find something that makes you this passionate. that makes you feel good and happy inside. OH and never stop taking pictures! you may not want to be ~that~ person but trust me on this one. one day you'll be reminiscing about that amazing trip you took to Greece one day and wished you had living proof to look back on. be fearless!

#passion #photographer #photography #me

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recentanimenews · 3 years

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Slime 300 – 07 – Total Submission

Halkara is in trouble. Accidental or not, she assaulted the Demon King, who is still out cold, and the court is not forgiving about that kinda thing, so she’s on death row! Azusa and her new found family work to get themselves and Halkara out of the mess she made, because what is family for?

Laika reveals she can transform into a huggable mini-dragon, and flies off to gather some medicinal herbs. Azusa whips up an analeptic that is sure to wake Percora up—the only problem is how to get to her. Beelz sends Vania with the palace blueprints, and disguises Azusa in sexy demon doctor cosplay.

The courtiers and their burly guards are not convinced by the getup, but it matters little as the Witch of the Highlands is able to easily overpower everyone standing between her and Pecora’s bedchamber. She’s about to administer the medicine when Pecora suddenly wakes up and headbutts her.

Azusa insists the foul-smelling green liquid is not poison, but Pecora insists she prove her innocence by beating her in a duel and not killing her. The Demon King blows the side off her own palace and launches a fusillade of lightning-quick strikes, hitting nothing but air as Azusa expertly dodges.

When Peco taunts her opponent by saying an elf’s life is riding on the outcome, Azusa goes on the offensive, shooting herself high into the air, then striking Pecora’s giant sword with a satisfying BOOOONG, sending it flying out of her arms. When it comes down, it shatters into a thousand shards.

It’s at this point that the battle suddenly takes a turn for the amorous. Pecora lost the duel, but she actually won, because it was actually a test of Azusa’s strength and worthiness to be Pecora’s “Dear Sister”. For a while now, Pecora has yearned for someone stronger than her to worship and obey.

With this in mind, the Demon King makes Azusa touch her face and order her with a dignified big-sister tone to free Halkara. When Azusa does so, Pecora practically melts with satisfaction. Who knew the Demon King’s greatest ambition was to simp for a formidable domme?

When Azusa and Pecora have tea together, Pecora mentions how she read (perhaps in a yuri manga) about how an older sister kisses her younger sister, and wants to give it a try. They’re all alone, so Azusa doesn’t see the harm in giving the Demon King a chaste peck on the cheek.

The thing is, from the way the scene is animated and Pecora’s reactions, it hardly appears chaste to Halkara, Laika, the twins, and Rosalie. Halkara for one is ready to immediately accept her master’s preference for women and wish her well, but Azusa clears things up by giving her two daughters their first kisses, who then kiss her back. Kisses for everybody!

Pecora isn’t done with the surprised, as at the awards ceremony she not only welcomes Laika onto the dais with Azusa, but presents Flatorte, giving all three awards for peace. That’s when things again get a little kinky, as Pecora orders Flatorte to allow Azusa to touch her horns.

For a Blue Dragon, there is no more powerful gesture of total submission, but Flatorte allows it. Little does Azusa know that by doing so, she’s bound Flatorte to her for life, just as dragon knights once bonded with dragons they bested. On the ride home aboard Vania, the leviathan laughs about an old joke, sending honey water flying.

Flatorte proves her fealty and absolute devotion to protecting Azusa by shielding her from the honey water shower, necessitating a bath. There, Azusa gives Flatorte her one and only order: that she think for herself, act of her own free will, and stop awating her orders.

To Flatorte, an order to be free seems contradictory, but it doesn’t matter, because it’s an order from her master. She obeys, and later enjoys some quality time in Azusa’s lap, later broken up by an envious Laika.

A red and blue dragon living together under one roof isn’t going to be easy, but it’s not going to be dull either, and their shared love for their master should ensure their discord will only ever go so far, and may even soften into amity. However it goes, Azusa’s harem family has grown once more.

By: magicalchurlsukui

#Anime #News #RABUJOI – An Anime Blog

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manmarathonssasuraiger · 4 years

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Episode 31: Working Together Underwater

Aurgan is given a tour through some old timey super computers in the 30th century (does technology regress in this?). One of these computers gives the location of Double J9 who are now in the Violet Planet Ocean, embarrassing the inspector. He tries to save face by laughing it off and saying it's better to have guts. On a planet with lots of lakes and mountains we see two hunters noticing the fish are all dead before a plesiosaurus pops out to attack them. The episode title appears followed by a tilt up shot of an early 20th century village. Aurgan talks with the local police chief on finding JJ-9 which goes comedically nowhere. The chief eventually tells Aurgan that if they find IC he'll be informed. The next day J9-3 is stuck in the mud unable to leave. Beat takes it the worst as he gets worked up. IC eventually placed the blame on DD for faulty information or some shit. Beat and DD head off in a yellow helicopter for assistance while IC has everyone spread out around the area. IC goes to the lake from earlier, spotting all the dead fish. Aurgan catches IC and arrests him at gun point, both unaware of the wwater being disturbed. After Aurgan cuffs himself to IC we see the not-Lock Ness Monster rise up. Aurgan's revolver does nothing as a pair of machine guns fire from the mouth of the now revealed to be submarine. IC and Aurgan raise their hands before cutting to DD and Beat returning to a campfire where what I think chicken is being cooked. No luck in getting help has been found. After that we see the underwater lake IC and Aurgan are being held prisoner in. IC claims innocence to the heist Aurgan mentioned back in the first episode who is pissed he is denying it. The leader of the crooks, Dr. Heroin (yes, really) walks in and WOW his collar is high up.

Eye catch.

Dr. Heroin states they are mining a rare material in the lake illegally which is causing fish to die. We even see six-legged mechs with long nose drills mining the material. Dr. Heroin laughs at how evil he is which pisses off Aurgan. Dr. Heroin talks to his boss who reveals IC ans the rest of Double J9 have a bounty on them by the Bloody Syndicate and they could use the money. Lock and Beat check out the lake with leaves in their hair, soon spotting the submarine. IC talks to Aurgan stating they need to cooperate to escape the underwater base. They decide to fake a fight which gets the guard's attention. Aurgan fakes being strangled to death and the guard is quickly jumped. Aurgan knocks him out via hitting the back of the head. The two attempt to sneak out until Aurgan shoots a camera, forcing both to make a run for it. A large door going down breaks their cuffs as Dr. Heroin corners Aurgan. The submarine spots Birdy naked in the lake, causing the crew to get horney while Beat and Lock infiltrate the underwater base. IC makes it to a mini sub hanger before two guards hold him at gun point. Lock and Beat harpoon the guards in the neck to rescue IC who claims they need to save Aurgan. Dr. Heroin has the inspector strapped to a chair, mentions hygiene, and begins experimenting via a robot arm about to inject something into his arm- I WISH I KNEW JAPANESE! IC shoots the syringe with a pistol, Dr. Heroin gets afraid. The heroes strap him to the chair before leaving with Aurgan. Lock guns down some guards right before they steal a mini sub to escape. Torpedoes from the double barreled cannon on the tops of the subs start shooting followed by the main sub firing a pair of torpedoes from the nose. Sasuraiger shows up to shoot the torpedoes and save the hijacked sub with Birdy piloting. This proves Sasuraiger can swim and Lock even says Good Timing. The missile pods fire on the subs underwater and Sasuraiger easily destroys the attack sub what with ripping of the plesiosaurus head and throwing the submarine into the base, destroying it. IC holds Aurgan at gun point after the fight and fires the cuff off him. The J9-3 flies off after the mark is left in the woods, Petit finding it weird. The episode ends with Aurgan grumbling that IC got awat and Petit taking a picture of the note they left on his back which he reads in the paper soon after.

Preview! Everyone wears weird outfits and rednecks are hanged.

#anime #mecha #1980s #trains #sasuraiger #j9

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kerahlekung · 4 years

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Ramadan Al-Mubarak...

Ramadan Al-Mubarak....

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Jangan lupa Terawaih...

Dulu Mufti Perak.. Dia dakwa ada 250 ribu orang melayu Murtad.. masa time ura ura nak tukar Mufti baru di Perak..masa tu bukan main orang Melayu kepung gereja kat Selibin.. Panjat pagar nak cari orang Melayu hat ada dalam gereja..

Masa tu Polis terpaksa turun Perak guna Heli katanya... Ceramah harussani laku sampai ke Terengganu laku... Bila semangat orang Melayu naik..hilang lah cerita nak tukar Mufti..takut kena kecam dengan orang Melayu.. Bila Polis Siasat, Suruh bagi senarai nama..haram jangan kata 250 ribu.. 20 orang nama pun depa takda..nasib dia Mufti.. kalau orang lain pakat kena dakwa dah buat tuduhan palsu.. Memang orang Perak suka main isu Murtad kut.. sebelum ni cerita Muaallaf Redzuan Abdullah dengan Idra Ghandi.isu berebut anak sampai.jadi isu Politik jugak.. La ni, datang anak Zahid Hamidi lagi hebat.. 9 dari 10 orang Murtad...ini lagi dahsyat..

9 antara 10 org Islam telah murtad...Data mana dpt tu?

Tapi tu lah Bani Melayu ni.. Benda paling laku nak jual sentimen Agama, Isu Murtad.. antara kerja anak buah Zakir naik dok buat kat Malaysia ni, takda kerja lain, Dok sembang pasal kesesatan Agama lain..lepss tu sembang pasal usaha Murtadkan orang Melayu..tu jer modal depa.. depa punya imiginasi mcm zaman Perang salib.. Hebatnya orang Melayu ni..Setiap Ustaz ada Pakar masing2..ada pakar pasal Akhir Zaman..ada Pakar pasal Dajjal, Freemason.. ada Pakar sembang sejarah Agama orang... lagi hebat, Sampai ada pengkhususan dan kepakaran tentang alam kubur.. Itulah hebatnya Bani melayu di Malaysia mengatasi bani Arab.. Sampaikan kalau ada Cina masuk Islam, bukan jer depa jadi muslim..malah akan ajdi lebih Melayu dari melayu.. kat Malaysia jer boleha da cina jadi Melayu.. Ahmad Muslim Badawi So bila nak arrest Nurul Zahid for fake news? Kalau orang PH buat comment macam ni dah ramai gila babi macai UMNO akan serbu balai polis nak buat report police. So ni tak kira fake news and instigation? - f/bk

Setiap bungkus bantuan hanya

bernilai RM35, bukan RM100...

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Dalam pengagihan bantuan ketika CoViD19, ada yang jujur, ada yang tidak jujur. Wartawan Mykini turun ke lapangan untuk mengira jumlah barangan dan nilai.

Ada tempat diberikan dengan nilaian melebihi RM100, tetapi ada yang nilainya RM35 sahaja. Manakala di kawasan yang diwakili MP PH, ada yang langsung dinafikan penerimaan.

Awat jahat sangat sampai sanggup makan sebahagian duit bantuan kepada rakyat?

Pakej Bantuan Kementerian Wanita dan Keluarga

Kiraan kasar ikut harga runcit...

Beras 5kg - rm13

Minyak masak 1kg - rm2.6

Gula 1kg - rm2.85

Kopi Kapal Api 180g - rm4.50

Bihun Eka - rm3.20

Munchys Lexus - rm4.40

Liptop Ucang Teko 2gx20 - rm3.00

Total - rm33.55

Zaman Rinamon ni tak payah cerita la, bantuan RM100, yang sampai ke rakyat hanya RM30, ini pun dah berapa kali sakau dari menteri sampai ke orang bawah. Sebiji macam zaman BN dulu. Tanya tokpeti dia sekarang buat-buat sibuk nak bersiap ramadhan, hak kerosakan hasil tangan dia ni dengan mudah dia berlepas diri. Kementerian Wanita dan Keluarga akhirnya membuka mulut dan menjelaskan berkenaan isu bantuan Covid19 RM 100 yang cuma bernilai RM 35.

"Kalau periksa harga barangan, memang RM 35. Tapi ramai lupa yang RM 100 tu termasuk caj penghantaran RM 65" - Rina Haron

RM65.00 caj penghantaran thats too much doraemon!!! Are you and your ministry dok buat duit dengan pakej bantuan utk B40 ini??? Baru 2 bulan kerajaan PNipu memerintah, perangai lebih "teruk" dari kerajaan BN!! Terima kasih pada yang menyokong kerajaan Pintu Belakang tebuk atap, anda telah dibohongi!! - f/bk

Wahai bos Mydin hang janganlah dok sibuk pasai gaji penjawat awam kalu tak nak kena boikot. Selama ini pun hang jadi kaya-raya sebab penjawat2 awam dok pi perabaih duit gaji masing2 kat Mydin seluruh Negara. Jangan dok tunjuk besa1 kepala nu. Nanti tak pasal2 satu persatu cawangan Mydin lingkup satu persatu bila kami memulaukannya...- f/bk

Story kat sini....

Manaaaaa???..Ismail Sabri dah bagi 23.4 juta isi rumah... tidak termasuk Sabah/Sarawak.. Aku tak dapat... hangpa semua dah dapat ke??...Sapa yang tukang bagi? Rakyat Malaysia ada lebih kurang 32 juta lebih .Maksudnya dah 70% terima ...Hellooo ...aku tak dapat ponggggggg...- f/bk

UMNO/PAS Will Continue Blackmailing Muhyiddin, Including To Drop All Criminal Charges On Najib n Zahid...

Prime Minister Muhyiddin Yassin has appointed Tiong King Sing as the Special Envoy to China with ministerial rank. Effectively, the already bloated 70 ministries Cabinet is now consisting of an eye-popping 72 ministers, including the recent promotion of Hadi Awang as Special Envoy to the Middle East (despite Saudi Arabia still considers Mr. Hadi as a “terrorist”). However, unlike Hadi, whose Islamist party PAS has in its possession of 18 seats in the Parliament, Mr. Tiong’s Progressive Democratic Party has only 2 seats. Exactly how could a leader of a party with only 2 Member of Parliaments be given a ministerial position? Tiong had also humiliated PM Muhyiddin when he turned down his initial appointment as Deputy National Unity Minister. While the name “Tiong King Sing” might sound unfamiliar, he was the big boss of Kuala Dimensi Sdn Bhd, the turnkey contractor of the PKFZ (Port Klang Free Zone) project. Yes, Tiong King Sing was the same man popularly known within the circle of MCA as the “twin brother” of Wee Ka Siong (current MCA president, whose 47% in Hijau Sekitar Sdn Bhd was a sub-contractor of PKFZ). Mr. Tiong, also known as the Mafia Bintulu, became a billionaire when he sold his Kuala Dimensi’s 1,000 acres (4.0 km2) of Pulau Indah land to Port Klang Authority for a cool RM1.8 billion, the same land he had bought for only RM95 million, thanks to his connection with Mr. Wee. The PKFZ soon exploded into a RM12 billion scandal due to cost overruns and financial irregularities. The PKFZ scandal was so explosive and toxic back in 2008-09 that even the police during the era of corrupt Barisan Nasional regime had to freeze luxury cars, lands, a Gulfstream IV jet aircraft and a Learjet 60 aircraft belonging to Mr. Tiong under the Anti-Money Laundering Act. Of course, Tiong King Sing didn’t go to jail, let alone Wee Ka Siong. Yet, the simple fact that PM Muhyiddin had to “kowtow” to a corrupt mafia boss like Tiong speaks volumes about what a weak leader he is. The racist “Malay first” Muhyiddin is not only being bullied by a rich mafia boss, but is also constantly pushed around like a prostitute by racist, extremist and corrupt politicians of the same ethnicity – UMNO and PAS Malays.

Not satisfied with the appointment of their boss – PAS president Hadi Awang as Special Envoy to the Middle East – the Islamist party took the opportunity, while the country is in the middle of Coronavirus pandemic, to demand for all its MPs (Members of Parliament) who currently do not hold positions in government to be made heads of GLCs (government linked companies). Not to be outdone, UMNO president Zahid Hamidi had similarly pressed for more positions when his letter dated April 16 was leaked. Mr. Zahid has demanded that the prime minister appoints four Sabah UMNO leaders (Bung Moktar Radin, Mohamad Alamin, Rahman Dahlan and Yakubah Khan) to government positions not only at federal but also at the state level. In fact, Zahid (who himself faces record 87 criminal charges) has openly demanded that Sabah UMNO chairman Bung Moktar be appointed as Sabah Federal Development chairman, despite the former Felcra chairman Bung Moktar and his wife Zizie Izette are being charged for taking bribes in a RM150 million investment in Public Mutual unit trust products. Rahman Dahlan, one of the loudest cheerleaders of former PM Najib Razak’s 1MDB scandal, should be made a senator, said the despicable Zahid in his letter. Thereafter, PM Muhyiddin was told to appoint Mohamad Alamin as a deputy minister while Yakubah Khan be given the post of Labuan Port Board chairman. But the blackmail has just begun. It’s most likely that not-so-clever Zahid has consulted his former boss Najib in what appears to be an evil and wicked plan to not only intimidate and bully the weak backdoor prime minister, but also to test how much UMNO could push the weak Muhyiddin for more concessions. The letter was deliberately leaked to humiliate the Malaysian leader, knowing very well that he would be powerless to retaliate. While UMNO has nothing to lose, the same cannot be said about Bersatu. The simpleton Muhyiddin thought he was the biggest winner after he betrayed his own Pakatan Harapan government and formed a backdoor Perikatan Nasional government with oppositions UMNO and PAS. He thought he could control his new allies the same way Mahathir had controlled DAP and PKR. If Muhyiddin refuses to grant the wishes of ally PAS, he would lose power if the extremist Islamist party pulls out. If Muhyiddin refuses to give whatever ally UMNO wants, he would lose power if the racist and corrupt party pulls out. If the prime minister is so spineless as to obediently appoint a corrupt leader like Bung Moktar, then it’s a jackpot for both Zahid and Najib.

Yes, the letter of demand from Zahid was to test the water. If the prime minister could be bullied to the extent of appointing even a small fry like Bung Moktar, then the conclusion is that the same PM Muhyiddin can be forced to pervert and pressure the judicial system to free crooks like Zahid Hamidi and Najib Razak of all charges related to corruption, money laundering and criminal breach of trust (CBT). With razor-thin 114 MPs (112 minimum seats are required to form a simple majority government in the 222-seat Parliament) supporting the backdoor government, the traitor and treacherous Muhyiddin is – comically – at the mercy of UMNO-led Barisan Nasional’s 42 MPs (UMNO’s 39, MCA’s 2 and MIC’s 1), PAS (18 MPs) and Sarawak-based GPS (18 MPs) to hold on to power. UMNO and PAS do not mind at all if Muhyiddin threatens to dissolve the Parliament and calls for a snap election. As a matter of fact, UMNO and PAS are betting every dollar they have that the president of Bersatu (who has less than 36 MPs after Mahathir and some refused to align to him) does not have the balls to go for a general election. For now, UMNO and PAS are happily riding Muhyiddin as if he was like a donkey, whipping the idiot whenever they want power and projects. When the day of general elections finally comes, both parties will kick away Muhyiddin and whatever is left of his Perikatan Nasional government, and split the seats to be contested between UMNO and PAS only. But it’s one thing to demand for government positions so that projects and contracts could be secured to enrich families and cronies. It’s another thing altogether for the UMNO and PAS leaders to break the laws and get away with it. Despite less than 2 months, the people have seen how 2 laws are being practised by Muhyiddin government – 1 set of law for ordinary people while another for VVIPs. Ever since the MCO (movement control order) was declared in March 18, the authorities have arrested, fined or jailed at least 15,924 people for flouting the government’s lockdown. Some of them are still kept in jail while awaiting their trial and others fined up to RM1,000. Even those attending funerals have been arrested and slapped with fines without sympathy whatsoever. However, when photos emerged of two deputy ministers and one Menteri Besar (Chief Minister) meeting people in three separate functions while obviously failing to follow the lockdown and social distancing rules, people were incredibly furious over the police inaction – dragging their feet on whether to arrest the VIPs aligned to Muhyiddin government.

In Perak, Deputy Health Minister Noor Azmi Ghazali and fellow Perak executive councillor Razman Zakaria were pictured sitting down to lunch with some 20 people. In another photo, Deputy Development Minister Abdul Rahman Mohamad happily cut a cake while closely surrounded by his supporters in Pahang. Had this been done by ordinary folks, they would have been arrested and thrown into prison. Then, there was the PAS warlord, Terengganu Menteri Besar Ahmad Samsuri Mokhtar, who proudly posted on Twitter of him having lunch with former Menteri Besar Ahmad Said in the latter’s home. Under the “Stay at home” restrictive orders, no mass gatherings are allowed, and only one family member is allowed to go out to buy groceries, medicines or food. So, does that mean ordinary people can travel to visit their friend for lunch since the Terengganu Chief Minister has set an example? Senior Minister Ismail Sabri Yaakob, who is also the defence minister, has previously warned that MCO violators would be arrested under the third phase of the MCO (from April 15 – 28) instead of just being slapped with RM1,000 fines. For obvious reason, the police has had only dared to record statements as part of their so-called investigations into the government VIPs’ breach of the law. Even the supposedly “clean and courageous” IGP (Inspector General of Police) Abdul Hamid Bador is as quiet as a church mouse when the big guns linked to Muhyiddin backdoor government deliberately broke the laws. It would take public uproar for Perak EXCO Razman and Terengganu Chief Minister Ahmad Samsuri to apologise for their actions, while Deputy Health Minister Noor Azmi deleted the photos on his Facebook account. But the fact that they haven’t been arrested and charged, let alone handcuffed, unlike many Malaysians who have flouted the MCO, shows the pathetic double standards practised. Can ordinary Malaysians, upon being caught by the police for flouting the lockdown, quickly apologise and be forgiven by the authorities without the threat of handcuff, remand and imprison? Turtle egg Senior MInister Ismail Sabri Yaakob claimed that no one is above the law. Yet, none of the VIPs are dealt accordingly. The coward PM Muhyiddin, as usual, is hiding while keeping his mouth shut. Heck, even Nurul Hidayah, the eldest daughter of disgraced Zahid Hamidi didn’t care about breaking the MCO law when she posted photographs about her meeting with Deputy Environment and Water Minister Ahmad Masrizal Muhammad together with her husband. When a netizen questioned Nurul, she arrogantly challenged the critic to report to the police – suggesting that her father is now more powerful than PM Muhyiddin. - FT

Pasai tu mangkok Rohingnya ni boleh tuntut macam2...

Jeli ni dekat KL ke Datuk? Ikut jalan Kampung Baru kan.Tanya je...- f/bk

cheers.

Sumber asal: Ramadan Al-Mubarak... Baca selebihnya di Ramadan Al-Mubarak...

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