#cause im wearing bigger nails than what im used to

[momojiri]

my psychiatrist thinks my gyaru nails are a sign of my bipolar

#kinda wanna see her face if she saw me w my current set #cause im wearing bigger nails than what im used to #i mean. theres a big green macaron that glows in the dark so

[oswednesday]

mom is always wretched to me so this isnt a news report

firstly im in the living room working on stuff cause theres a table in there big enough for me to work without feeling cramped, i think a reasonable person would just let me have this table in my room tbh but its nothing ive brought up ever, my brother has a MASSIVE desk he never uses as a desk i dont think he knows thats what it is and uses it as like a tv stuff and an everything drawers and my mom also has a massive table she never uses as a work space, its just something she shoves everything in with the top like a display mantel, then shes like Oh I Would Make Art If Only I Had Your Bedroom/The Shed Completely To Myself and im like your bedroom is literally bigger than my room and the shed likely combined? she greets me with a confused offended sounding hello? to my good morning! (she later greets my brother with cheering like literal cheering this is how it is 99.9% of mornings)

then she proceeded to walk across the house in the kitchen and is having this conversation with me and im like i cant do this with you it strains my voice and im working right now (it was also like trap engage conversation about the carrot box cake mix thing she made for the potluck that she didnt go to which made me really sad for her and i think she noticed) she was also yelling about how i was making a mess of the living room when i was like at a single table with some papers and drawing supplies, the topic was irrelevent as it always is, when she came into the other room she picked some of my papers up off the table and pointed on a mark and was yelling at me about that, the mark is literally a year old and its like she could seal the table, sand it and all that we could have a table cloth if she is so concerned but she doesnt do any of those things, its also something she trash picked, and i was like how many times do you need me to apologize for that and she was like oh its not new and i was like yeah im constantly pouring nail polish remover on the table (its a stain smaller than a quarter that lifted up some stain)

and she like stomped away and was quiet for a bit, thats when my brother woke up, she came back then and said in a softer voice that she was going to do the laundry today (she refuses to get a washing machine or dryer for the house even though we're in a suburban house that she owns hgfhfg) and then the whole my brother wakes up and she screams and makes all kinds of wild joy sounds, i say good morning to him and he basically grunts a response, he brings out his laundry for her to do and during this shes agreed to take a covid test cause apart of her cross house thing was she had a fever, she doesnt have covid or so she says anyway, at one point she leaned over me and asked what i was doing and i was like oh making some stuff for a thing, it was nice that she asked but she burnt away just any nice ness from like all of that plus a life time, also this all has happened in like a span of an hour maybe less its just a whirl wind while she tries out every possible avenue of reaction i guess?

then i went to sleep and woke up, after being like hi hello about that i asked her how she was feeling and she said okay and i was like did you get medicine? and she went off on this like def pre-planned mentally rehearsed thing that she could Not wait to unleash on me

she was like no, its so sad the saddest thing in the whole world that when im sick you had me a list of medicine to get for you and i was like ??? the list was for you, you were literally going to the store, i even put little notes about the medicine for you? (like this one is a flavor you like this one feels this way on the throat etc like why would i need to do that for me fghdhfgdh) and she was like Enough Stop Talking To Me You've Done Enough Damage and i was like what are you talking about hggfdgfd and went on to make myself food, she came back like maybe five mins later and was all smiles again but i was wearing a mask so her face dropped like gdfgfd???

oh and then i got the mail which she then threw away and i had to pull out of the trash cause some of it was my brothers like bank statements and stuff???

[grxvitye]

the easy route.

pairing: mean!sub!natasha romanoff x fem!reader

a/n: i absolutely adore writing nat as a sub, thank you for this req i def need to be drowned in holy water after this-🏃‍♀️💨

anon requested: Hey there hope you're having a good day/ night so far! I was wondering if you could make a Natasha x reader where she's rude and mean towards reader cause she secretly likes R. During Natasha insulting R, R pushes against a wall and starts to tease her cause Nat is flustered and shocked. You can make things fluffy or smutty after, preferably both LOL

warnings: harsh comments, sub!nat, size kink

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“Good Morning Ms Romanoff, I apologize for disturbing you but you are needed in the common room” Stark’s AI announced. Groaning, Nat stands up and quickly changes into appropriate clothes, seeing as she was only dressed in a pair of shorts and a thin brassiere. After changing she headed for the common room, confused as to why it was already noisy.

“What is going on here?” She questioned the boys with a smile. “Sit down, Nat I have a lot of important things to say” Tony replied. Quickly scanning the room for an empty chair, she scowled when she saw that the only available room was beside you. She opted to stand up instead, ready to do anything just not to stay with you. Tony noticed her gaze, and immediately urged her to sit down saying “this is going to be long, it's good if you sit down.” Sighing defeatedly, she dragged her feet across the room to sit down beside you.

Once she was settled in, Tony began his briefing. She was completely zoned out up to the point where he said, you won’t be joining the mission considering your “great” performance in the last few missions you were assigned to. Scoffing, she questioned Tony's decision. “Great? She barely made it out alive, she could have fucked up that mission Tony.” You turn to her clearly hurt. You decided to let it go, Natasha wasn’t always a morning person, plus you had to get used to her being mean to you. Although she was mean, there was something different about her gaze, it was longer, maybe filled with need but you brushed it off you must have been imagining things.

Tony paid no attention to Natasha’s outburst, clearly knowing she was going to have a bigger one after his next statement. “According to Fury and me of course, both Y/n and Natasha will be staying here in the compound, excluded from the mission.” He exclaimed with full finality. Natasha couldn’t believe it. Her? Excluded from a mission? And she had to stay with you for god knows how long? God no, she dreaded this. She was about to say something but she was interrupted with loud rustlings of the chair being pushed back, they were going.

The team had already left and you were here, stuck with Natasha. You didn’t mind but you actually preferred it if she had stopped being mean and tried to hold a conversation with you. You went into your room, and changed into a pair of shorts and a cropped shirt. You sit down on the sofa and pick out a movie. You were clearly not focused, your mind kept wandering onto Nat and how her gaze changed. It wasn't a gaze filled with hatred anymore, not what you grew accustomed to. It was filled with something else. You think hard… lust? You shake the thought away, it was obviously dumb. But you couldn’t deny it, you had some a lot of inappropriate thoughts about her. You always had your eyes on her neck, wondering how pretty she would look with your hands wrapped around it. How she’d throw her head back and how pretty she would be, moaning your name.

It was unfair how they left her out, going on a mission and leaving her here with you, knowing that not only did you like her, you craved her. She stands up and wonders what y/n is doing so she gets out and head out to the common room, once again dressed with inappropriate clothing. She sees her, sitting on the couch cross-legged and eyes snapped onto the tv but her mind was obviously somewhere else. Her eyes dragged down and she noticed her body reacting to the skimpy attire you were wearing. She didn't know she was staring until you called her attention.

You snap out of your thoughts when you notice the redhead staring at you with a drool almost seeping out her lips. Smirking, you called her attention. “Hey, see something you like?” She quickly retorts while saying “why would i want to see you like that? You're gross” You pin her to the wall and you absolutely adored seeing her as flustered as she can be while being pinned by you. You decide to make fun of her, all while not letting go of her wrists. “Wow you were so feisty awhile ago, what happened now hmm?” You laugh while continuing “where’s that hate bravado you kept up with me hmm? Where is it?” You adjusted your thighs and you were shocked when you heard a low moan escape Nat’s lips.

You direct your eyes to your legs and you see how it is perfectly nestled in between her legs, rubbing off on her core. “You like that Nattie? Hmm?” you expected her to put the bravado back on but you were completely taken aback when she whimpered and begged. It was a sight, way better than what your imagination could come up with. “Please y/n, please” she begged, low whimpers escaping her mouth. A part of you wanted to let her beg for it more, but you also wanted to take her right then. You immediately picked her up and sat down on the couch while placing her on top of your thigh. She immediately started to rock her hips to your thigh, while a string of her curses and moans filled the living room. You adored no, you love how she sounds. You took one nipple onto your mouth, sucking on it while gripping her back, moaning at the feeling of her wetness dripping onto your thigh.

Her breathing started to become uneven, and her moans continually got louder. You lift her up and she whimpers at the loss of contact. “Shh, i want you to cum around my cock moja ljubov” Her eyes widened when she heard you speak her native language. “I know, I speak russian too sweetheart” you stood up and went into your room grabbing the largest dildo you had. You directly assumed she was a size queen so you strapped it on your hips and made your way back to her. You came back and her eyes widened at how big your strap was. “On your back detka.” She immediately complied and had her back against the couch. You run your thumb over her clit and slowly started to insert the fake cock onto her pussy.

She gasped slightly and you looked at her for approval to continue moving. She nodded and you immediately thrust your hips onto hers and you could feel her walls clamping down on the fake cock as it got harder and harder to thrust in. “Y/n faster please- faster” she begged you, again. With a newfound strength you started going faster while gripping her hips and her nails digging into your back. You licked her nipples, sucking at them while continuing to thrust into her. “Fuck, Y/n, yes” she moaned loudly. “Mhm you like that Nattie? You like me filling up your pussy, stretching it so good?” “Y- yes y/n.. i love it so much, i love it when you fill me up so good” you smile at her submissive frame and you look at her again, lust clouding your eyes. You raised her hips, thrusting into her while rubbing your fingers onto her clit, directly hitting her sweet spot. “Y/n, yes, right there, just like tha- oh fuck, im close, so close baby, don’t fucking stop” “such a good slut for me arent you? come on malyshka, cum for me, cum around my cock"

With a few more thrusts, you felt her clamp down on the strap, shaking while your name and moans fell from her lips. You continued to thrust into her letting her ride her high and you stopped until you felt her breathing become even again. She knelt down, legs shaking and fiddled with the strap. When she finally got it undone, she looked at you intently “it’s my turn to repay you.”

#sub!nat #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff x reader #nicole: my writing to pass time #genre: fluff #genre: smut

[chemicalpink]

BTS members's reaction to their future spouse wearing their clothes....

Disclaimer: This analysis/reading is based on my experience and knowledge of astrology, it is not meant to be the absolute truth, as BTS are real people, and astrology can only capture so much about multidimensional humans that have had past experiences and cultural approaches amongst other things, it does not have to resonate with you since this is in no way related to anyone reading it (unless you are a member of BTS in which case, get out of here lol ) This is just for entertainment purposes.Remember that tarot as a form of divination only allows us to read current energy and as time advances it becomes less accurate, so it basically reads up to a 6 months period of time, which leads me to also mention that by s/o I mean any soon to be relationship or an already established relationship, indistinct of whether they are a soulmate relationship or not. Entertainment purposes only.

Warning: contains slight mentions of smut, not explicit.

KIM SEOKJIN

he feels this sort of fondness inside of him, kinda like taking a big needed gulp of air after holding your breath for too long, this man has stars inside his eyes from watching his s/o in his clothes, can’t help but think hey, maybe they look even better on them than I do (only for a split second tho) the feeling you get all warm and fuzzy inside? that’s a given in him. Ear bright red, he might not be too much into lending his clothes on a daily but he sure as hell discovers a fondness in it. There’s also this sort of… domesticity to it, like- this man wants to feel at home and watching his s/o using something of his definitely delivers that homey feeling. Apart from all that, the quote that comes up us “you deserve love” so maybe… that impulsive need you sometimes get when you wanna wrap up something cute and squish it? That's the feeling that’s most prominent here. (5oCrx, the star, the empress oracle cards)

MIN YOONGI

now this is interesting… when watching his s/o in his clothes, Yoongi has this conflicted set of feelings, overwhelmed, mainly, he truly knows how to appreciate the cuteness behind the act but he can’t help but feel kind of undeserving of it, it seems like the action starts an overthinking spiral of yeah they’re cute and all but what they do for me is so much more than I could ever give back. He kind of feels selfish by keeping them by his side, can’t really bring himself to mutter a bigger compliment that a ‘you look nice’ don’t get him wrong, he definitely acknowledges the small act of love but he’s.. carrying so much inner baggage that he can’t really look past what the scene makes him feel. (the hermit rx, 6oS, 10oC+ oracle cards)

JUNG HOSEOK

Now… Hobi is a fashion icon okay keep this in mind. He seems to be very particular of his clothes so while he knows there are no bad intentions behind it, he kinda feels itchy at the sight. It is funny though, there’s a playful feeling of surrender as he watches his s/o wear his clothes, like ‘fine okay I won’t get as itchy just this once cause you look cute or whatever’ soft smiles and warm hearts. Although he’s not the biggest fan of the action, it definitely serves to boost his ego, makes him feel like the man in a non greasy way/non toxic way, like a reassurance that his s/o is deciding to stay by his side after all. Similar to having conflicted feeling like Yoongi but from different parts from within, sure, he can’t help but think ‘oh god please be careful with that jacket if it gets stained there’s no going back’ but at the same time watching his s/o in it softens his rough edges and makes him smile even just a little. (7oWrx, 10oS, the emperor + oracle cards)

KIM NAMJOON

This man- the absolute death of me. Kim NAmjoon enjoys a good teasing. And he can’t help but keep feeling like that is exactly what his s/o wearing his clothes entails, and man is he glad to play along. Not quite exactly sexual, but more of a sensual part of it, he’s just dying to get the clothes off. Can’t keep his hands to himself (cue that one Selena Gomez song) it flips a PDA switch on him, he feels absolutely loved to the edges, has this warm feeling inside his heart that he can’t help but wonder how he got so lucky, and honestly, it isn’t frequently when people get to see his bright sunny side so it ends up being even softer than intended, he just feels so full and bursting at the seams with happiness. (5oC, the sun, ace oC+ oracle cards)

PARK JIMIN

Error 404. Park Jimin.exe has stopped working. This man loves good dramatics in his day to day and really, there’s no stopping him when he sees his s/o in his clothes, Time stops, his heartbeat is erratic, all he wants is to be their loyal servant, personal hype man at their service. Whatever it is that he was doing before? forget that completely, he's devoted to his s/o now. He gets to experience new sides of the relationship with such a simple action, like realising that he truly is head over heels for this person. There’s just a lot of loudness in this. I meant it when I said personal hype-man, would probably even go as far as to let his s/o “shop” inside his vast clothes collection ‘yeah take this and this, these would look amazing on you’ So yeah maybe he feels a tad bit insecure that his s/o is absolutely rocking his wardrobe but he can quickly get those feelings aside if it means watching his s/o just a little bit longer being the truest model there could possibly be out there. (IM SORRY I LOST THE CARDS LMAO)

KIM TAEHYUNG

This man goes 0 to 100 real quick. And don't get me wrong, he’s pretty romantic, but seeing his s/o wear his clothes? Now that’s a switch going off very clearly. Again, not in a toxic masculine way, but Taehyung is bursting with this distinctive dominating shine when watching his s/o wear his clothes, he’s absolutely on top of the world, cloud nine, and there’s no coming back down. He’s pretty playful about it, but there’s absolutely no doubt that inside his mind those clothes are currently non-existent. It’s the final nail in the coffin, the final reassurance that his s/o is his and his only, like a reminder that he is in a relationship and he’s 100% devoted to it. It does go down the traditional relationship line of thought but he’s quite a traditional man himself, so without any ill intention behind, he would really just like to show off his s/o being cute inside his clothes, a proud feeling behind when he talks about it, like a little kid teasing his friends about getting the best candy out of them all. (the hierophant, justice, the chariot)

JEON JUNGKOOK

Okay this is about to be quite a ride. As things are right now, he doesn’t seem to have a lot of tact when it comes to lovey dovey couple stuff, this man is more of a- man of deep rooted actions and sometimes cute words sprinkled on top rather than superficial actions, he doesn’t seem to find the appeal behind his s/o wearing his clothes, at least in an intended to be romantic type of way. He finds it trendy and he might just act cold about it, it doesn’t really hold a deeper meaning to him personally. Listen, he might be the type of boyfriend to ask for his hoodies back as soon as possible. If it isn’t meant to be done in a “oh look the couple sharing clothes” way, he might find his s/o cute in them, but not overwhelmingly so like many other people do. He’s just- very particular about his possessions being his. Funny inner thought that came up ‘we can buy matching shirts just please don’t steal my clothes’ (judgement rx, the tower, QoSrx)

Decks Used: the romance angels oracle cards, the prisma visions tarot

#kpop tarot #bts tarot

[miyosamu]

Ushijima x Male!Reader: sfw & nsfw headacanons

giant cuddle bug

doesn’t matter if he’s the big spoon or little spoon he’ll go along with your whims

all he cares about is having your body close to his and feeling your warmth 

lowkey think he prefers being the little spoon but you didn’t hear it from me

and listen listen 

i know a lot of people think that ushijima hates PDA but i don’t necessarily think so 

now i wouldn’t say he loves it either

he just…. doesn’t care 

if you want to hold his hand then hold it

if you want to back hug him he’s cool with it

if you want to give him a quick peck then go for it!

honestly, it’ll be the same for him too 

if he wants to put his arm around your waist then why shouldn’t he?

because people will talk or whatever? he honestly couldn’t care less  i love it

it’s another story if you’re uncomfortable with PDA cuz then he’ll, of course, respect your wishes 

but if it’s just out of fear of people gossiping about UshIJiMA WakaToshI thE pOwer aCE caUGHT KisSIng his BOyfRieND(??!!!) AfTER PrACtICE 

then in that case

he gives 0 fucks 

on god

it’s beautiful to watch honestly 

how undeterred he is

and i think part of the reason for that is that you helped him discover something called ~~Physical Affection~~

ushijima will not realize how touch starved he actually was until he got with you 

he’ll really have a whole “Oh.” moment when finds out how nice it is when you hug him so softly or when you gently cup his cheeks and kiss him so leisurely it sends pleasant chills down his spine 

it’s an addictive feeling and now that he has learned the pleasure of having it at his beck and call basically, he won’t like to deprive himself of it 

ushi has a huge thing for size difference and none of you can change my mind 

be it with height or width he just likes being bigger than his s/o in some way 

his go to kisses are forehead kisses 

he thinks they provide the perfect amount of intimacy while looking so innocent 

ushijima loves it when you wear his clothes 

it just tugs at his heart 

especially if it’s his jersey with  his name on the back 

it strokes his ego just the right way 

knowing you’re his and just having it so  visible like that for everyone to see

he likes it a lot 

listen

ushijima is neanderthal 

you will physically have to wrestle him to bed to make him skip practice when he’s sick and get it  through his thick stubborn skull that  no you are nOT fine and you need to REST

he will be pouty for the rest of the day but he’ll have to deal with it \cuz this is for his own good

ushi also prefers calling over texting 

since he already struggles with understanding tones in verbal conversations, there’s no way he’s able to pick it up through texts and he doesn’t like it 

so he calls a lot even if he just wants to ask a yes or no question 

he just feels more comfortable that way 

and thus your phone log shows a bunch of calls from him and to be honest, it’s kind of cute 

speaking of his trouble with communication 

his s/o has to be a straightforward person

when it matters at least

as in, if there was a problem in the relationship or if something’s bothering you, you have to communicate it clearly. 

or else he won’t get it

he might just notice a change in behaviour but he won’t know what the cause is and it’ll just leave a bad taste in his mouth so don’t hold in anything he  can’t help that way

he hates this running in circles/silent treatment/shade/[insert literally any other method a s/o might use to act petty and not communicate their issue here]. 

his s/o can be as wild and as childish as they’d like in any other aspect in life if they so desire, but he won’t tolerate it in this sense it’ll be such a huge pet peeve for him he won’t stand it 

you can tell him you need some time to think you can tell him you need space just tell him something so he can know where he stands 

c o m m u n i c a t i o n 

it’s very important to him 

OK NOW TO THE NSFW PART I’VE TALKED ENOUGH

first of all for all my top!ushi enthusiasts:

his size difference kink

i mentioned it vaguely earlier but let’s expand on that 

one of ushi’s go-to methods to teasing you is using how much bigger he is than you 

he will kabedon you 

but like gently he won’t slam the wall too hard 

he prefers to do it slowly

you’ll just see him come closer and you’ll see his hand going over your shoulder to rest on the wall and he’d just lean in whilst hovering over you and holy shit if that in itself isn’t dizzying enough 

he’d grab your chin and force you to look up at him

his intense eyes will make your knees go weak 

he’d press his body against so you’d just feel how much bigger and sturdier he is than you and it’d make you moan cuz shit wow 

his hands are so much larger than yours so he’d grab both of yours in one and pin them down 

he’d place his hands on your thigh and they’d cover so much of your thigh and it’s just so hhhhnnnn

loves to hold you up and fuck you against the wall

that’s like his thing

he loves holding you up and having your thighs pressed around his waist

any hurried sex any rough sex would usually be like that 

something about using his height and power over you like this just does it for him

ushijima’s hands are so large and pretty 

your guilty pleasure is that you love watching him give you a handjob 

his large veiny hand his long slender fingers his snug fist around your cock jacking you off

jesus christ i’m getting light-headed thinking about it

and of course, being as observant as he is he’ll catch on so quick

which lead to: mirror sex 

he’ll have you sit between his legs in front of the mirror with your legs open wide and he’d just force you to watch

just follow his hands as it strokes all over your body

watch his fingers thrust in inside you 

ushijima’s not one for dirty talk but he will definitely make comments about how much you’re enjoying this 

he’d make you come several times with his hands alone 

ushijima doesn’t necessarily Know what overstimulation is but he does it anyway he kind of just picked it up 

ushijima is    very proportional so he’s packing 

and because of that, he takes extra care during prep cuz he Does Not want to hurt you

it’ll sometime frustrate you when you’re so desperate for him but he’d never budge 

he’s not That big a fan of oral since he prefers to be inside you nearly every time

he’s want to try cockwarming at least once 

ushi doesn’t necessarily moan but he makes these grunty deep guttural noises instead and it’s fucking hot

BRUH HIS DEEP ASS VOICE IN YOUR EAR IM D O NE

he’s so so sexy

NOW!! for my bottom!ushi enthusiasts (which is probably just me rip):

everything from here on out will be totally self-indulgent

 bottom!ushi  is so   pliant 

god the way he’d just lay down under you and let you do whatever you want

there’s just something about his perceived innocence and the way he seems unknowledgeable in this area that makes watching him get lost in pleasure all that more satisfying

seeing the way his expression changes

the way his chest movements speed up along with his panting

the blush that overtakes his face and neck

he whimpers and hisses a lot

his nipples are so sensitive so if you ever focus on them too much he’ll start to tear up and wither around and it’s so fucking cute

his favourite position to be fucked in is missionary he loves being able to tug you closer/dig his nails into your skin/ wrap his legs around you/see your face

ushijima likes to be fucked hard like yeah it’s sweet and nice when you decide to go slow once in a while you know for special occasions where you want to be very intimate but other than that he isn’t satisfied until you’re ramming deep into him

his back is very sensitive so if you ever scratch your nails down his back, especially if you’re taking him from behind, he has a full-body shudder and let out a shaky whine

needy ushijima is a Sight

sometimes you just wanna leave him touch starved for a few days just to see the way he crawls up to you and sits on your lap with a blush across his cheeks

VERY INTO DRY HUMPING

getting ushijima on your lap and seeing him move his hips uncontrollably against yours

his expression half lost in pleasure half showing his frustration at the clothes in between you

dirty talk makes him crumble

you ever mention how naughty he’s being humping desperately against you if you ever point out how well he takes you he just absolutely crumbles and hides his face

fingering him while sucking him off is the easiest way to get him to be loud

he just loses control in that scenario he gets so overwhelmed he doesn’t know what to do with himself

he’d just desperately wither under you while tugging at his own hair and arching his back

ok now this next one isn’t inherently sexual but

head pats

he just wants head pats

the way he’d lean his head down towards you while looking at you with his puppy eyes to silently ask for head pats

it tugs on your very soul

it’s his way of asking for more attention and he always blushes doing it

god

gOD

he LOVES KISSES

make outs specifically

he loves it when you get on top him and kiss him stupid

kiss him all hard and rough and messy

take his breath away

tug on his hair

run your hands down his chest

he loves it

it makes him so light-headed and dizzy in the best way possible

ushi likes to be handled rough and no one can change my mind

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x male reader #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima x reader #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #ushijima x male reader #ushiwaka x reader

[superspookywombat]

falling {j.h} chapter ten

Warnings: very descriptive injury, I don’t want to specify because of spoilers, so if you’d like to know more details then you can message me :)

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A/N: okay so while writing this my heart was beating so fast. there were parts where I literally had to step away from my computer and take a breather. anyway, hope you enjoy!

“Oh, wow.” You say as you inspect the ring in the tiny box that Bella holds in front of you. Moonlight reflects off the tiny diamonds on the clunky jewelry, and you mentally grimace at how uncomfortable it has to be to wear.

“You don’t like it.” Bella sighs. You quickly shake your head no, then take the ring and rotate it around in your fingers to appear more interested. 

“No! No, I think it’s beautiful, it has so much.. Character.” You say, plastering on an even bigger smile than before. “I’m just thinking that it’s gonna be hard to hide from Charlie; that’s all.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m planning on telling him soon.” She says. You glance at Edward, who’s leaning against the wall of the house, blanketed by the darkness of the night. He watches you and Bella carefully, as if she’s going to disappear any second. “So, um, I’m going camping this weekend with Edward’s family.” 

“Oh, I thought we we’re going to go up to Seattle this weekend..” You say, your smile deflating. 

“I know I said I could, but I forgot I already made plans with Edward. Sorry.” Bella frowns, slipping the ring back into the box. You nod, staring down at your shoes.

“Your whole family is going?” You ask, glancing up at Edward. If you couldn’t hang out with Bella, maybe Jasper was free.

“Yes, Carlisle likes to take us camping whenever the weather is nice.” He answers, his face blank. You mutter a soft ‘oh’, then return your gaze to your feet. 

“We should probably get going, Bella. Before Charlie wakes up and realizes that we’re not there.” You say. She looks taken aback by your sudden want to leave, but she stands up nonetheless. Edward goes inside to retrieve his keys, while you and Bella walk down the path to his Volvo. You lean against the SUV and stare at the stars while Bella fiddles with her sweatshirt zipper.

“Look, I’m sorry for ditching you this weekend, but I need you to trust me.” She says, her tone serious. Your eyebrows furrow, and you glance at her to see her foot nervously tapping against the pine needle-littered path. 

“What aren’t you telling me, Bella?” You ask, your heart suddenly picking up it’s pace. She tucks her hair behind her ear and glances at the house, where Edward is closing the front door behind him.

“I- I can’t tell you. But I need you to trust me and stay with Charlie. And do not leave the house.” She says.

“Seriously, what’s going on?” Your voice quivers as you ask. Edward stops in front of the car, unlocking it. Bella looks at him and bites her lip, then she looks back at you. 

“Just trust me, okay?” She asks, then gets in the car, shutting the door and ending the conversation. Your blood freezes as you get anxious. What is Bella getting herself into? 

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Before Bella left, she took her sleeping bag and the tent from the attic that hadn’t been used in a long while. A pit hung in the bottom of your stomach as she climbed into Edward’s car, but she assured you before she got in that everything was okay and that there was nothing to be worried about. Her apology didn’t ease your nausea however, nor the anxious thoughts that ran through your head. Currently, you sat on the couch, the morning after she left, an old and familiar blanket pulled tight around your shoulders, as if it would deflect your negative thoughts. 

The wind outside howled past the window, and you shuddered as the weatherman on TV explained that a chill would make its way into Forks tonight. Glancing at the clock, it told you that it was a little past noon. You threw the blanket off of your shoulders, standing up and deciding to make some macaroni and cheese for lunch. 

As you were draining the boiling water from the noodles, the phone rang. You flinch, jumpier than usual, and set down the pot. Reaching the phone, you pick it up and hold it to your ear.

“Hey, kiddo. Billy just called and invited us over for burgers and the game. I’m leaving work early today, so leave soon to meet me down there.” Charlie says. 

“Uh.. okay, sure. I’ll leave in five.” You say, confusion taking over your mind. You murmur a goodbye, then hang up the phone and go upstairs to change. Pulling your shirt off, you get the weirdest feeling that someone is watching you.

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Deep in the mountains, a fight rages on between Victoria’s army and the Cullens. As Victoria corners Edward and Bella, she looks between the two and cackles. 

“Interesting. If you’re here protecting Bella, I wonder who’s home protecting Y/n..” She says, her eyebrow raised and a smirk on her lips. 

“No! You need me, not her!” Bella yells, her mind clouded with frustration and worry. The redhead sighs dramatically, her stride flanked by Riley. 

“Of course I don’t need her. But she’ll be just for fun. It’ll give me an excuse to rip the blond one to shreds when he comes after me.” She says, referring to Jasper as she nonchalantly picks at her nails. Edward crouches into an offensive position while Bella’s eyes widen and her hand places itself on her agape mouth.

“No..” Bella cries. The wolf lurking in the woods, ready to strike, overhears the conversation and sends a message to the others.

Miles away in a clearing, Jacob relays the message to Carlisle, who tells Jasper. Before he even hears the words fall from Carlisle’s mouth, Jasper feels his overwhelming grief. 

“Go. We’ll be fine without you. Go to her!” Esme urges him, and he takes off running. When he reaches his motorcycle that he drove to the clearing, he kicks it started and races down the backroads, the bike’s speedometer topping out at 125 MPH.

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A breeze makes you shiver, but the realization that you shut and locked your windows after Bella left makes you freeze. You glance up into the small mirror that rests on your dresser to see a dark figure standing behind you. Screaming, you grab the first thing in arms reach- a lamp- and grip it so tight that your knuckles turn white. You whirl around and raise your arm, ready to strike, but the figure moves impossibly fast and slams it’s foot into your stomach, sending you crashing into the wall. Intense pain in your chest makes you groan. As the figure comes into light, you see that he has bright red eyes. You try to scream again, but the pressure in your chest restricts you from taking the breath to do so. You cough, and blood dribbles down your chin.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Y/n Swan..” He mutters, licking his lips as he trails his eyes down your body. 

“Who.. Who are you?” You ask weakly. He rolls his eyes, crouching down to meet you eye to eye. 

“It doesn’t matter who I am. You’ll be dead before you even have the chance to repeat my name.” He whispers harshly. His hand flies to your throat, lifting you up so that you’re suspended in the air. His hand tightens, making you instinctively reach up and claw at it with your nails. Your attempt is futile, as his skin is so hard that your fingernails snap off, leaving your fingers as bloody nubs. Your eyes widen as he presses down harder, your mouth falling open as you gasp for air. You can hear your heartbeat in an ear-deafening thrum, and your head feels like it’s exploding as you try to scream out. No noise comes out, though- if anything, just a squeak. The guy pulls you close to him, pressing his nose to your neck as he inhales deeply. “Such a shame I can’t take a drink. Victoria said we can’t leave anything to chance. You smell absolutely heavenly, and I can hear your blood pumping- screaming out for someone to sink their teeth in and suck you dry.” 

“Well, maybe one taste wouldn’t hurt..” He smiles, his lips pulling back to reveal two sharpened teeth. The sight gives you a second wind, struggling against his grasp even harder. He doesn’t seem affected in the slightest, sliding his hands down lower on your neck for a moment before brushing your hair out of the way to give him access to your bruising neck. Closing your eyes and preparing yourself for the pain to come, a thump behind your assailant startles you and him. He flinches, momentarily clenching the hand around your throat. A crunch is heard as a squeak escapes your lips, and then you’re dropped to the floor, unable to breath. You reach your hands to your throat as blood pumps from the wound that your crushed trachea caused. You gurgle as you drown on your own blood, your vision dotting and the overwhelming need to close your eyes taking over as you see Jasper lunge.

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Jumping off his bike, Jasper doesn’t bother to flip down the kickstand as he runs and jumps through the window into your room. At the sound of his entrance, a black haired vampire looks over and snarls at him. Jasper sees red at the sight of the vampire’s hand gripped around your throat, and once he sees him drop you he lunges. Tackling the guy to the ground, he wrestles with him until he has the access to reach his neck. Planting a foot on the guy’s shoulder, Jasper twists his neck until a crisp snap bounces off the walls and the vampire goes grey and limp. Jasper stares down at the body, never having felt this much fury coursing through his veins. The sound of gurgling snaps him out of his blind rage, and his eyes widen at the sight of you laying on the floor, your hands attempting to stop the bleeding from your neck. Blood fills his nostrils and his throat burns as he longs to drink your sweet smelling blood. He kneels over you as your hands go limp and you fall unconscious. He knows that your time is coming to an end, and it’s coming fast. His eyes burn with the need to cry, though he knows he can’t; and his throat burns with the need to drink your blood that sits there, seemingly staring back at him. He clenches his jaw as he thinks back to how you make him feel like he’s alive again. How you smile at him and how whenever you’re around him he’s overwhelmed with total adoration. How he doesn’t want to exist without you. How he loves you more than anything he’s ever loved before, and how desperately he needs you. And so he pulls your limp body to his chest and buries his face into your neck, sinking his teeth into your delicate skin and letting the venom seep into your veins. 

#jasper hale #jasperhale #jasper hale x reader #twilight #twilight x reader #Bella Swan #bellaswan #edward cullen #edwardcullen #fanfiction #fanfic #charlie swan #chapter 10 #carlisle cullen #esme cullen

[plaggs-stanky-cheese]

Princess of the order; Chapter 2

Previously On the Princess Of the Order

Damian asks me a question. However, I don't hear it. All I hear is my head yelling " YOU LIED!! YOU ARE JUST LIKE SOPHIE!". I wring my hands. My head is right I am a liar just like Lady Sophie. I couldn't take this anymore. I look up to Damian (who is an inch taller than her) and say " I need to tell you something. I-I can't do this". He looks at me concerned. I drag him to the edge of the order. I spill all my secrets. Every. Single. One. I had to!! Those beautiful green eyes of his melted my heart and my life was too much for a 5-year-old!!! After I finish my rant he looks at me. I then realize what I have done. My eyes widen. What if Damian snitches?!?!?! Oh no, you messed up Marinette. " Hey, Hey! Don't worry!! Your secrets safe with me." I look up to Damian. " really?" He nods. I quickly hug him and tell I'm to meet here again same time tomorrow and just as I was about to head back to my palace Damian had grabbed my hand and gave it a chaste kiss. " Have a Good night Sahib Alsumui "

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From that day on they had met up at the same spot. Sometimes Marinette had to go in her royal wear, but it was a small price to pay. This went on for years until one fateful day...

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Damian and I had just finished exchanging gifts. Both of our 10th birthdays had just passed. I had received a necklace with angel wing charms and devil horns saying "Sahib Alsumui". That had become a nickname only Damian had used. Marinette had made a special announcement about how no one was allowed to call her that claiming she wanted to have a less formal relationship with her subjects. Damian had received a similar gift, a gold ring with dove wings, and inside the ring, a secret message was engraved. Marinette put the ring on him not letting him see the message and made him swear not to look at the message unless she said. Why? Cause the message was short and simple, yet meant a lot. It had said I love you, Dove. The two children had just released each other from their hug when Marinette had to go to Castle of Creation to meet the past ladybug. Just as she was about to go the League of Assassins drops in. Some Monks nearby grab Marinette.

" DAMIAN!!!" Marinette yells as she sees an assassin behind Damian. " NOO" she screams right before her eyesight blurs and she slumps.

I jolt up, breathing heavily.  It's okay Marinette that was 6 years ago. Breathe.

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   Tikki flies up to my face and squeaks " Are you okay Marinette?" her voice laced heavily with concern. I had been waking up very often in the middle of the night for the past month always waking up with labored breathing. Tikki had kept me notified of all my strange behaviors in the night. " Yeah, I'm okay Tikki." "Well, there is no use in sleeping now bug, there only 2 minutes till your alarm goes off so I suggest getting ready early." I give a small smile to Tikki and joke " At least my nightmares are helping me with my school schedule now". Tikki just looks at me with a lost look in her eyes before flying back into my purse. I shrug it off and get ready for school. The rest of the horrible day plays inevitably in my mind.

I wake up in a quaint room. My memories were quite fuzzy but I had a feeling that I could trust the place. I head downstairs to only find my Auntie Sabine and Uncle Tom. They rush over to me mouths moving only I wasn't listening. My memories were coming back. I.....I was to head over to my Aunt's place only in an emergency. My eyes widen. In a quavery voice, I ask

" Where is Damian?" not wanting my conclusion to be true, praying to the gods that he's alright. I look over to my Aunt and judging by the look on her face.......Damian didn't survive. I fall to my knees crying body shaking sobs as my Auntie and Uncle hug me.

My Aunt's yelling snaps me out of my trance. I finish doing my pigtails, straighten my purse and head downstairs. Wanting to be early and speak with Adrien before everyone else arrives I grab a croissant and I quickly head over to the school.

I wave over to Adrien who is sitting on the stairs smiling goofily at his phone. He's probably texting his boyfriend. "ooooh Adrien's got a crush!!" I tease while looking down at the boy lounging in the steps. He sticks out his tongue back before saying " Hah hah ha".  I squish myself between him and the railing, Adrien quickly moving over for more space. Adrien quickly turns off his phone and rests his head on my shoulder.

" So, how's the Night Terrors?"

" *snort* Horrible as always"

"..."

" Look Adrien, I'm fine okay!! They're just old memories replaying in my mind, and the night before the last, I dreamt the first time I met him so that's a point!!!"

Adrien lifts his head off my shoulder and gives me a skeptical look. I shove him gently and say " okay okay enough about me, how's your mom?". Today marks the 2nd week of Hawkmoths defeat. I recall how I made up a whole team, calling upon almost all of the miraculous for the fight, but as always it ended with me and my kitty against the world...as always. I had healed Mrs. Agreste since Adrien needed a guardian. He wanted to bury his mother in peace but the law required for him to have at least one of his parents unless he wants his father's company ripped from him until he is adopted or is old enough to take charge of it. " She's okay, but still catching up on what happened during the last 5 years" Adrien stated resting his head back on my shoulder. I hum in response happy she's catching on. We sit there gazing at the beautiful city in front of us. It had been a rough 5 years for all of the Parisians but all that was in the past.

" Ya know... I'm still pissed at the JL for ignoring us, but I'm kinda grateful too??" I state. Adrien glares at me from my shoulder and says in a cold voice " Why? ".  I wasn't taken back by his voice as it was understandable. If they had helped earlier then no Parisian would have to see their loved ones get murdered and resurrected in front of them. I sigh and jokingly say " well I don't think that I would be able to fight off an akumatized Batman, how bout you?". We burst out laughing.

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Our laughing dies down 2 minutes before Alya, Nino, and Chloe arrive.  Despite all the things that happened these past 5 years Marinette and Chloe becoming friends were the craziest. Not finding out the identity of ladybug and hawkmoth but their ever-evolving friendship. Like always they ask about Marinette's night terrors and she shrugs them off saying that they were getting better. Yeah, no these were lies. Tikki had often reported to me about the terrors and I became increasingly worried. We all know about Marinette's past but I'm pretty sure what we knew was just a fraction of a bigger and more horrifying story. This Damien character was very important to her and he was her bestie in the Order. Very intriguing.....

More students enter the schoolyard and we started walking toward homeroom. We enter the room. Alya and Chloe pull me aside, with matching looks on their face. " Ninos distracting M, now spill, we know the night terrors aren't getting better." Sweat rolls down the back of my neck as they give me the look. I swallow and stammer out " I-I can't my lady trusts me so uh I like can't really t-tell you guys". Just as they are about to retaliate Mme. Bustier walks in with the biggest smile adorning her face. I signed in relief and made my way towards my seat along with the others.

" Good Morning Students!!!!  Today we have a video call with Lila and then I will be handing out the summer job packages for Gotham and New york!"

Shit, I forgot today's the last Wednesday of highschool. Damn, we came far. Mme. sets up the projector with help from Markov and suddenly Lila's face pops into view. Yaaay. I cant practically feel the hate coming from the 3 girls behind me. I shiver. These girls behind me are the most terrifying in the world when they need to or want to be. I discreetly pull out my phone, zone out Lila, and text away to Jon.

~~ a Lil time skip if that's okay~~

Lila had finally ended the call claiming that she had to go the sleep bright and early to help Prince Ali. I was very excited. Jon said he is living in Gotham for the summer so  I decided to surprise him. The minute I had gotten the forms for the summer jobs I had filled in the Gotham form and placed it in my knapsack. I turned around and asked the girls where they're going. Nino is honestly fine with anything so he's going with Alya.

" hmm I might go to Gotham but New York does have..." Alya mumbled to herself

" Ugh, I can't decide!! I might decide over a drink later though" Chloe had said picking her nails.

I faced my lady and she just sighed and said: " I might join ya".  Alya and Nin agreed with them so I knew I was going to end up coming with them to drive their drunk asses home or at least to my place. The bell ringed for lunch since our school days had shortened ever since Hawkmoths defeat. We went to lunch chatting.

-Another time and POV skip cause this chappie has been a bit bland no?-

I ran out of school, before stopping at the edge of the sidewalk. I sat down at the ledge, my breathing more labored than it was when I snapped out of my trance. My hands meet my hair as I run my hand halfway through. I had another night terror although I wasn't asleep this time. I was fully awake and I saw a bloody Damian pop in front of me and stabbed me in the lung. Normally I wouldn't have flinched but.....this...this was different.

Breathe

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I hear the doors slamming open and running. Alya and Chloe drop down beside me. " M are you okay? Nino and Adrien are grabbing our stuff." Alya says concern dripping in her tone. I sigh shakily and say " I--Im good I just really needed a breath of air". Chloe and Alya share a look.

" *sigh* okay no I'm not. I have been having night terrors of my best and only friend in the league and it breaks my heart every damn time guys. I..." my voice cracks " I can't handle this" tears stream down my face and I bury my head in my hands. My friends hung me and rub circles on my back while I sob. I can barely hear the sound of Adrien and nino dropping down next to me. they hug my back.

After a good solid 2 minutes of crying which is the most, I have done in 5 years. I get out of their grasp and wipe my eyes. I get up grab my bag and look down at them. " Wanna have a drink?"

They grin at me and I grin back. We quickly make our way towards the mayor's hotel.

~After they have 5 shots of tequila and Adrien has one shot of vodka ;) kudos if ya get it~

I take a lazy glance at the room. Adrien is on the floor balancing bottles on his stomach, Alya and Nino are making out and Chloe is well, Chloe. I blink at Chloe and point a finger at her she looks at me. " hEY wHY arEnt yOu dRunK?" she looks at me with a bored expression and says " Darling I only survive life in general because I take shots every morning. Try Me. "

I gasp. Nino and Alya stop eating each other's faces and surround me and Chloe. I glare at her as hard as I could while being wasted that is. Adrien gets up and pours each of us 5 shots of the strongest we have.

" Aight start on 3, 1...2...3!"

We start. before I can even get into the 4th shot I look over to see Chloe already done and taking selfies. Being the drunkard I am I fall out of my chair and start to chant Chloe's name while bowing down at her. I don't notice Adrien recording it though. Since we just consumed the strongest alcohol ever we decided to fill out the job forms, while we were drunk. 

After a while, we all fall asleep on the floor the bottles on our stomachs shaking the slightest.

I wake up in a room full of darkness and 2 people in white jackets. I look around confused and spot a little boy who I notice is ...Damien! The last thing I remember is taking shots in front of Chloe, where......where exactly am I? Damian yells and struggles in his binds I yell out a "NO!" as he screams in pain -

I jolt up screaming. All the bottles on my stomach rolling back onto the ground. " Wass wrong? Akuma?" I hear adrien slur out of habit. I look over to him unable to stop the tears flowing from my eyes. His body structure relaxes as he realizes it wasn't an Akuma. He scooches over to me. Without saying a word he hugs me and I cry softly into his shirt as he kisses my forehead and whispers soothing words.

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It's bland I know, has a bit of comedy tho. And a bit of what I guess would call angst? Meh, the next one is Damien's POV so it will be better. The reason it's so long is that I wanted to make it less bland but I Obviously failed. oh well

ADIOS FRENS

#maribat #damienette #gadrien #no salt

[deniigi]

Are we gonna see more of lance corporal Wilson or the Blind Devil?

uhhhh not as of now. But! I have a little piece of them trying to bond with Benj for you, anon!

Basically, in this piece, the Blind Devil and Corporal Wilson take Benj with them to one of BD’s boxing matches and he has a somewhat adverse reaction.

Warning for panic attacks.

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Oh god, this was horrible. This was bad, horrible, and wrong and Maidíu was laughing up there in the ring through a smashed nose and the Lance Corporal was calling him names that May would have absolutely skewered Peter for using and it was just—

It was so much.

Everything was happening in double time. Triple time. In half the space—a quarter of the space--it ought to be happening in.

Peter was going to scream.

No. He wasn’t going to scream.

He never screamed. He’d been through so much worse than this. Walls had literally caved in on him multiple times and he hadn’t screamed. Nails had pierced his skin and bullets had slammed through his thighs.

A load of shouting people crammed in around a ring wasn’t going to be the thing that undid him. Not if he had anything to say about it.

“HEY.”

It wasn’t.

“Hey? Spiderkid?”

He just needed to breathe. That’s all.

“Spiderkid? Hey, hey. Woah. You don’t look so good, hon. Here, let’s move back.”

No, he was fine, LC.

He just—

He just—

Breathing. He needed to breathe and he couldn’t breathe with all these bodies pressing against him. Pressing into him. Squeezing him from all sides—

“What’s going on?”

Who was that?

“I don’t know. Seems like some kinda asthma?” LC Wilson called over the shouting.

It wasn’t asthma. Peter didn’t have asthma. He didn’t have anything; he just needed air. That was all. A little bit of space.

“What’s your name?”

“Mine?”

“Yeah.”

“Wilson. Wade Wilson. This here’s Pete.”

“Buddy of yours?”

“Yeah.”

“Ah, wait. You’re Matty’s pal?”

“Oh, hey! Yeah, that’s us. You heard of us?”

All this chatter was making Peter’s head swim and there were huge, heavy hands on his shoulders now and he wasn’t wearing the mask or the coat, so he couldn’t swing around and tear them off. Break the bones.

Make them never, ever touch him again.

He couldn’t—

He couldn’t—

Goddamnit, he couldn’t breathe.

“The name’s Jack. Matty’s my boy. Here, I’ll take this one out for a sec.”

“You sure? I can take ‘im.”

“Nah, ease off, kid. Matt ain’t need no help. He’s fixin’ to win this one. If he asks, tell ‘im I’m out with the smallest of youse.”

The huge hand on Peter’s shoulder tensed and pushed and Peter found that he couldn’t resist it. It shoved him through a torrent of bodies, back, back, back, until suddenly, everything was cold and dark again.

They were outside.

Peter collapsed forward, gasping. Coughing. Clutching at his knees.

It was way quieter outside in the cold.

It took him a long time feel comfortable opening his eyes. Out of the corner of one of them, he saw knees. He bolted up straight and nearly stumbled back at the sight of one of the biggest men he’d ever laid eyes on.

“I’m—I’m—” he stammered, caught between an apology and something else he didn’t really know.

“You’re alright, little one,” the huge man said with a wink.

He was Irish. Fuck, he was Irish.

Peter already found parsing Maidíu’s half-New York, half-Irish accent challenging at times, but this guy?

He is cadence was so jolting that it took Peter’s brain several seconds to make the sounds into words and the words into sentences.

“I’m sorry?” he said automatically.

“I said, ‘you’re alright,’” the huge man said. “Take a coupla breaths. You’ll be alright.”

What the fuck was he saying?

Peter still couldn’t make his ears adjust.

“I’m so sorry,” he repeated.

The huge man huffed.

  The guy was patient and oddly gentle.

Peter only found out the latter bit when he tried to go back into the ring to find the Lance Corporal. He didn’t get very far. What he got was a hand on his shoulder and a slow push back.

“I’m okay,” he told the Irishman for what felt like the fortieth time. “I’m okay, I can go back in. I won’t ralph on your floors or nothing.”

“Mm-hm,” the Irishman said, nonbelieving.

A roar went up through the house behind him. Peter jerked at the sound. The Irishman’s expression didn’t change.

“I’m not drunk,” Peter told him.

The Irishman didn’t believe him. His eyes seemed half-closed from how far down he had to look at Peter.

Peter wondered if he had a chance here on the street.

If he got a good solid punch in, in the head-region he probably could. But he only had one chance. This fucker was going to know how to fight.

“Da?”

Eh?

Peter looked up to see Maidíu with his hand on the doorframe feeling around it and turning his face back and forth.

“Right ‘ere, son,” the huge man said.

“Ah. There you are,” Maidíu said, stepping more boldly forward towards the sound of the man’s voice. His nose was disgusting. The huge man—Maidíu’s father?—looked over at him and lifted a brow.

“Come on, now, Matty. Can’t be lettin’ someone get the drop on ya like that,” he said.

“Did for the crowd,” Maidíu told him.

“Sure ya did.”

Good lord, this was Maidíu’s father. No wonder he was the size of a house.

“This one’s one of yours, son?” Maidíu’s father asked him.

“Which one?”

“Skinny ‘un. Dark ‘air, dark eye, spectacles.”

“Ah. Peter, then. Wilson said you weren’t feelin’ so good, kid. You alright?”

Uuuuuuuh no.

But neither of these massive bulls needed to know that.

“I’m okay,” he said instead. “Just had a bout of asthma or something.”

“Looked to me like the shell-shock,” Maidíu’s father said out of nowhere.

Peter’s breath froze in his chest.

“Da, don’t be scarin’ him like that,” Maidíu scolded. “C’mere, Pete. Ignore him. He thinks he knows everythin’.”

“I do know everythin’, I’m old as mountains, I am,” Maidíu’s father said.

“He serves in a war, comes back, and now he’s got every story in the worl’ in his head,” Maidíu huffed.

“I keep ‘em there with the lumps,” his dad told Peter with a wink.

“Da.”

“Alright, alright. I’ll leave youse be. It was good meetin’ you, Pete. We’ll have you ‘round to a quieter night one of this days, eh, Matt?”

“Yea, yea. Feck off, old man.”

Maidíu waited for the bigger guy to move around him before holding a hand out to Peter.

“He didn’t scare ya too bad, did he?” he asked.

Peter shook his head, then caught himself.

“No,” he said. “Just—I wanted to watch you, uh. You know. Fight. The LC seemed to be having a good time.”

Maidíu blinked sightless, scarred eyes Peter’s way and then smiled.

“It’s alright,” he said. “It can be really overwhelmin’ the first time you’re really in it. Da used to put me up high so’s he’d know I wouldn’t get crushed.”

Oh.

Oh, okay.

Peter sighed before he could stop himself. Maidíu cocked his head and carefully stepped forward, feeling with his toes for the edge of the steps his father had been previously been guarding.

“What’s the matter, Pete?” Maidíu asked gently.

“Nothing,” Peter said.

“I don’t know much, son. But I know it ain’t nothin’.”

Peter sighed again.

“I just—I wanted—I want—”

He didn’t know how to make the feeling into words. He couldn’t even do it in his head, how was he supposed to out loud?

“You want to be included?”

Oh.

Maybe like that.

“I want to have friends,” Peter felt himself say in a rush.

He didn’t mean to say it.

“I want to be like you guys. I want to just—you know. Have fun. Go to a match. Just relax and watch. But it’s like—I can’t. Every time I go out with people, it’s like I can’t make everything stop. My head’s always goin’ and everything starts getting’ really close together and I can’t help but start checkin’ over my shoulders—and it all just defeats the purpose,” Peter spewed forth in frustration.

Maidíu said nothing.

Peter sucked in a big breath.

He didn’t expect anyone to understand. He didn’t know why they would. No one else he knew had this feeling.

“Forget it,” he said.

“You know,” Maidíu’s rumbly voice said softly, “Da might not have been too far off there.”

“What?” Peter asked. “What do you mean?”

Maidíu shrugged a shoulder and itched at the drying blood on his face.

“I just mean, that—well. I was a wain when Da came back from the Front, but he had all these stories, ya know? Of men doin’ this and doin’ that. ‘Cause of the shell-shock. He used to tell me that some of his buddies’ eyes would go wide and they’d start breathin’ fast and funny. Gaspin’ like they couldn’t get enough air in, and they’d want to get out of the trench. They’d be sayin’ that they’d suffocate if they stayed in the trench. But you know, they couldn’t get up overhead. That was nothin’ but a death sentence. So.” Maidíu trailed off.

“You think I’ve got shell-shock,” Peter scoffed.

“I think you got somethin’ like it,” Maidíu said. “Don’t worry, though, kid. I get those feelings too, sometimes. Comes from being blind, I suspect. Gets real lonely sometimes. But then it’s all too much at the same time, too. Helps to just come outside and breath. That’s what my old man was tryin’ to get you to do.”

Ah.

Right.

That was…embarrassing.

“You’re alright, Peter. It’s okay. Here, do me a favor, huh?”

Peter lifted his face to see Maidíu holding out a hand with rough, calloused fingers. His own hands felt small and skinny at his sides.

“Peter.”

He balled them, stepped forward and took ahold of the fingers.

“Atta boy,” Maidíu told him.

“What do you need?” Peter asked him.

“Ah, well. See, me old man’s ‘bout to pummel a man into the ropes and it’s been ages since I knew what it looked like.”

Peter frowned.

“So you want me to what?” he asked.

“Tell me what it looks like,” Maidíu asked with alight lift to his eyebrows. “Don’t have to be perfect or anythin’. But it’d be nice to hear some commentary. You know, like on the radio. Is that okay?”

Yeah. Yeah, that was okay.

“Maybe we should find the Lance Corporal first,” Peter said. “You know his commentary’ll be better than mine.”

Maidíu smiled and turned his head back towards the commotion taking place inside the building again.

“If you say so,” he said.

When Peter came in closer, the fingers in his hand migrated until they were cupped around his elbow. The light light from inside made him take a deep breath. He held it. Then took another.

“Good work,” Maidíu said. “Here, let’s stay in the back so I can hear ya over this lot.”

Yes.

Yes, let’s do that.

One foot forward up these stairs. That was all. He was helping this blind man. This blind man was his friend.

He’d be okay. They’d be in the back, away from the crowd.

“Good man, Pete. You’re a brave little thing, you know that?” Maidíu encouraged.

Peter laughed.

Brave.

Yeah.

Obviously.

He was Spiderman. He was so brave. And so stupid. So reckless and cocky.

Come along now, Spiderman. Onward march, already.

“Come on, Devilman,” he said. “Step to it, we don’t got all night.”

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#fic #ficlet #into the multiverse

[dylshoney]

good for you

a/n: i wrote this in about four hours so let’s be nice sksksks this is a one-shot based on some sub!shawn anons i got a while ago. even tho im a bigger fan of dom!shawn  (cause im a slut for that shit) this was a lot of fun to write and im happy with how it turned out. hope you enjoy! huge thanks to @shawnsmoose and all the anons that sent in ideas, ily!!

warnings: smut, oral (female recieving), no condom (safe sex is great sex, better wear a latex), basic filth,, literally just filth (w a little fluff?)

“P- please, honey.”

 He’s on his knees in front of the bed, doe eyes staring up at you with a small pout gracing his lips. He can tell you’re mad at him, deciding to stay still until you give him permission to get closer.

 You’re laid out in front of him, your legs hanging off the bed, thighs spread and exhibiting your most intimate part to him. Completely naked, propping yourself up on your elbows as you stare down at your boy teasingly, “What do you want, Shawn?”

 “Wanna taste you.” You can tell it’s taking everything in him not to break and submerge himself in you, but he’s already been bad, and knows the punishment will be worse if he steps out of line again. “Please baby, please let me make you feel good.”

 You hum, spreading your legs further as you watch him. His pretty eyes are almost mesmerized by you, watching your wet folds glistening in the dim lights. “Do you deserve that though, honey?”

 He’s silent for a moment and you decide you’ve had enough, sitting up abruptly and leaning closer to him. He’s on full alert, those hard muscles tightening as he holds his breath in anticipation of your next movements.

 You take his chin in your hand, pulling him into you to place a small kiss on those rosy lips. You’ve barely touched him and he’s already melting into you, moaning against your mouth as the light taste of corona fills your senses. He’s quick to slip his tongue into your mouth, swirling it around in a way that makes your head spin.

 He seems to get a rush of confidence at your momentary compliance, bringing a finger up to slide over your slit. You flinch back at the sensation, slapping his hand away as he sinks back down on his knees, knowing he’s overstepped.

 “Such a greedy boy.” You tut, leaning away from him again, his cheeks so brightly flushed that you can’t help but think of how good he would look between your thighs. But he hasn’t earned that yet.

 “I think you need to be taught a lesson.” You say softly, lying back onto the bed with a small smirk on your lips. You can hear Shawn’s breath catch as you spread your legs again, this time bringing the balls of your feet up to the edge of the bed to expose your dripping center.

 You stick two fingers in your mouth, swirling them around and releasing with a pop, before slowly making your way down your body. You reach your slit, lightly running a line over your already soaked core.

 You hear a throaty whimper escape Shawn’s lips, and you smile, knowing that he’s aching to touch you, aching to replace your fingers with his tongue. You flick your clit gently, arching your back as you release the softest moan, repeating the action a few times.

 Shawn’s barely breathing as he watches you, reacting to you almost instinctually as he tries to stay calm. His hands are itching to hold you, and he almost debates just tongue fucking you now, and dealing with the consequences later. But he’s your good boy, and he stays put.

 “Shawn,” you mumble after what feels like an eternity to him and he’s so lightheaded that he barely hears you. “Please.”

 He doesn’t have to ask what you mean, his head dipping between your thighs almost instinctually. He’s flattening his tongue over you and lapping up your wetness like he’s been starving for it, and in some way, he has.

 His grip is tight on your thighs but you love it, your head thrown back as you mutter his name over and over again.

 There’s a sort of worshipping about the way Shawn treats your body. It’s like a choreographed dance that only he knows the steps to, following the curve of your body with his skilled hands and tongue, ravishing you completely.

 “So good, baby.  S-so good for me.”

 He seems to spur on with the encouragement, sticking a long finger through your folds, only adding to the increasing pleasure. You scream out, but he’s showing no signs of hesitation, slipping another finger inside and pumping them in and out of your hole.

 He loves the way you twitch and squirm under him, and he swears that he’d do this every second of every day if you’d let him.

 You’re mewling over him, shaking against his face until you can feel him grinning between your legs, and you almost want to make him stop because he shouldn’t be enjoying this more than you, but he is doing too well and you love yourself far too much to make him stop.

 He’s slurping up your juices at an exhilarating pace and your back arches off the bed. You slip your fingers into his soft curls before you can stop yourself, gripping them harder than you intend to, but the guttural groan that leaves him makes your head spin, and you’re tugging even harder.

 “F- fuck Shawn.” Your legs are twitching as the familiar tingle begins forming in the pit of your stomach.

 “C’mon honey,” he’s mumbling into you, “Cum all over my tongue.”

 His words throw you over the edge and the feeling of floating surges over you once more, a feeling that only he can elicit. Shawn quickens his pace, leading you through your high, rubbing and sucking until you’re shaking from the overstimulation.

 He places a small peck on your clit before pulling away and crawling back up your body. His hands travel over your shivering frame and he places his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

 You open your eyes after a few moments, once your breathing finally calms down and you meet his eyes in the dimly lit room.

 The look in his golden colored ones almost makes you want to shy away, the intensity that radiates through them making you feel like he’s looking into the deepest parts of you. But this, you realize, is how he always looks at you, and the thought brings a small smile to your face and Shawn swears he’s never seen a prettier person in his entire existence.

 You take his cheeks in your hands before you can stop yourself, and practically smash your mouth to his. Your lips touching his seems to ignite him, and he’s pressing into you, wrapping your legs around his waist as he seemingly tries to merge your bodies together.

 His tongue slips into yours gently, almost teasingly and you curse silently, for subjecting yourself to someone that knows how to work their mouth this well. The sensation jolts you and you find yourself grinding down into him.

 Shawn separates from your mouth and finds a soft spot below your ear to lightly suck on. You gasp as his teeth graze the sensitive skin and you arch back again, closing the space between your naked core and his bulge.

 He whines at the feeling and bucks his hips into you, making you whine and repeat your action, loving how worked up you can make him. He’s so overworked and sensitive that you swear you’ve never felt him harder, his precum seeping into his boxers, making you spin your hips against him again.

 Shawn whines into your neck again. “Please.”

 You throw your head back, eyes shut as you try to hide your grin. “P –please what, baby?”

 You bring your hips down again and the sound he makes is the most desperate one you’ve ever heard, and it takes everything in you not to get on your knees and take him into your mouth over and over and over again.

 “Use your words, Shawn.” You try to keep yourself from screaming out as he bucks into you again.

 “Please honey,” he grunts through gritted teeth. “Please let me fill up this pretty pussy.”

 You moan out loud this time, making no effort to hide how much you wanted him to do exactly that. “Yes.” You manage through a gasp as he bites down on your neck again. “Fill me up, baby. Fill me with your cock.”

 You can feel him smirk against you, before moving back up to look at you through hooded eyes. “I love you.” He pecks your lips once. “You know that?”

 He pecks your lips again. And then your cheeks. And then your forehead, and you’re swatting him away and giggling so hard you almost forget how much you want him to nail you right now.

 “Shawn!” He kisses you over and over again, hitting your ticklish spots until you’re shaking under him and not in the way you want to be. “Stop!”

 “No.” He mumbles against your chest, kissing your boobs over and over again. “Not until you say it back!”

 “Nu-uh!” You mumble, shaking your head, but this only seems to make Shawn smile wider.

 He places the biggest, sloppiest kiss on your boob, before looking up at you, blinking innocently. “You know how much I love these. I could do this all night!”

 You know he can. “Fine! I love you! I love you so much! Now fuck me!”

 Shawn pecks your lips again, winking down at you, “Thought you’d never ask.” He gets up off the bed, slowly peeling his Calvin’s off, and you have to close your mouth to stop the drooling as his large manhood flops up onto his stomach.

 You shake your head to stop the filthy thoughts and sit up onto your knees. He recognizes the look in your eyes and practically crawls onto the bad, settling on his knees as well. He’s inches away, taller, and looking down at you with a fervent intensity that has you soaked.

 Your previous orgasm has washed away, and you’re aching for more. His hands are around your waist before you can blink, his warm tongue effortlessly slipping into your mouth and washing away all previous thoughts. The kiss is a mess of touches and whimpers but it speaks volumes and soon Shawn is seated at the headboard, with you straddling his hips.

 “God.” His head hits the hardwood as his eyes shut tightly as you suck on the soft spot under his left ear. A spot that never fails to have him twitching under you. His hands are gripping your ass so tightly you know he’s leaving marks, but it’s exactly what you want. A reminder of another perfect night in a string of memories tied to him.

 He’s hot to the touch, almost feverish and you melt into him, your chest pressed against his as you wrap your finger in those soft curls, massaging him until he’s groaning again.

 “Baby.” He swallows, trying to catch his breath. “Please let me fuck you.”

 You hum against his neck, running your soaked core over his dick and you swear he twitches.

 “Please.” His voice is three octaves too high and you know if his eyes weren’t closed that the pupils would be completely blown. “I’ll make you feel so good.”

 “You are?” You mumble into his skin. “Gonna be good for me, eh?”

 “Yes.” His eyes snap open, curls bouncing as he nods his head. “So good for you. S- so ��� ”

 His words are replaced by the gasp that leaves those rosy lips as you take his hardened cock into your hand. You moan in unison as you pump him a few times, running your thumb over his tip to collect the precum spilling out.

 You think about fisting him for longer, but you can’t ignore the tingling in your core,  needing him desperately.

 You sit up on your knees, lining him up with your wetness, running him up and down your slit a few times. His hands find a home on your hips, digging into the soft flesh as you slowly sink down on him.

 Your moan is instant and joins Shawn’s as you fill yourself completely with him. You place your forehead on his for a moment as you try to collect yourself, almost always having to adjust to his length.

 Moments later you straighten back up again, lifting yourself up and then sinking back down. Shawn’s groans have you hotter than ever and you’re desperately chasing his sounds.

 You quickly find as pace, bobbing up and down on him, trying your best to keep yourself upright. He’s hitting the deepest parts of you and you swear you’ve never felt this good before.

 “Fuck baby.” He whispers, leaning into you as you pick up speed, bouncing faster and faster as you chase your high. “So fucking tight. Love your sweet cunt.”

 Your eyes roll back as he bites into your shoulder, thrusting up to meet your pace. You try to say something in response, nothing but a bunch of high-pitched sounds leave you.

 “S-Shawn!” You finally manage and he recognizes the urgency in your tone, immediately picking up speed.

 “You gonna cum baby? You gonna cum all over my cock?”

 The filthy words coming from him, make your head spin and you can feel yourself clenching and unclenching around him. “Wanna cum – Wanna cum with you.”

 The growl that leaves his throat is unlike anything you’ve ever heard before and you almost release then and there, but his tight grip and heavenly pace keep you unable to think about anything.

 “You feel so good. So fucking good.” The sound of his balls hitting your skin is pornographic and you’re barely sitting up straight, thankful for Shawn’s strong arms wrapped tightly around you. “Wanna cum inside you. Please baby. Please let me cum inside you.”

 You waste no time in nodding, pulling at his hair as you crash your lips to his. “Cum. Fill me up… please…”

 His thumb is rubbing circles on your already sensitive clit and you’re twitching in Shawn’s arms as your head starts to spin, your orgasm washing over you at an unforgiving rate. Shawn doesn’t slow his pace, instead, throwing his head back as he thrusts into your pulsating core.

 The feeling is almost too much and he comes apart with a whimper of your name, shakily thrusting into you until he’s completely emptied out.

 You collapse onto him as you both try to catch your breath, your entire body sore. Shawn kisses your shoulder once, before rolling you over and laying you down on your back again.

 Your vision is hazy as you slowly blink your eyes open, settling on the sight of him ogling at the place where you’re still connected, his dick slowly pulling out of you. His groan is loud and visceral, wide eyes trained on his cum spilling out of your core.

 He seems almost transfixed as the view, his fingers trailing over your slit.

 You flinch back, shutting your legs, the sensitivity proving to be far too much. “I can’t.”

 Shawn separates your knees, exposing you to him again. “You have no idea how fucking good you look right now. Full of my cum.”

 You hum, a drunk like smile grazing your face as you imagine how good that must look.

 Shawn licks his lips, sticking a finger into you again, your cunt clenching around it immediately, “What’re you …”

 He pumps in and out of you a few times, muttering something under his breath before softly mumbling, “Fucking my cum back into you.”

 You whine, shutting your eyes as he adds another finger, the overstimulation making you reach your high in record time. You cum again, screaming his name until your throat is sore.

 You’re completely out of it, finally registering your surroundings as you feel Shawn’s light touches and the washcloth between your legs as he cleans you out.

 You try to mumble out a thank you but it comes out as a light hum, and Shawn chuckles softly, covering you with a sheet and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

 “Thank you for letting me take charge tonight.” You say after a few moments, cuddling up onto his chest. “Even though you went off script at the end.”

 His laugh is contagious and soon you’re both giggling. “Sorry honey. Hard to contain myself with you looking like that.”

 “Oh shut up.” You hit his chest. “You cheeseball.”

 “You love me.”

 “Yeah.”

 “Say it.” Your silence makes him tut loudly. “Do I need to assault your bo –”

 “I love you!”

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[katefiction]

Cora, Chapter 6: Long Live

by katefiction (Maria) / 2013

March 2164

Ben is pacing the room, his feet burning a hole in the carpet.

‘What if they hate me?’, he asks.

‘They won’t’, I laugh, trying to catch his hand as he walks past the bed.

It was seldom that I saw him nervous.

‘Look’, I say, ‘Dad is bound to grill you, and Mum generally dislikes most people, but they will love you’

My parents were about to meet Ben for the first time. In an unusual response to the ‘crisis’ that was my relationship being exposed, they had joined forces for the first time in years. It was Mum’s idea, I knew. I rarely saw her, and firmly took Dad’s side after the divorce, but Mum had never stopped trying to get me to visit or to be involved in my life. Despite that, we still didn’t have the usual mother-daughter relationship, and I never told her anything that I wouldn’t tell Maggie.

Ben bites the nail on his little finger aggressively, ‘I suppose we should get down there’.

*

We enter the dining room at Dad’s apartment in Clarence House, where lunch is laid out on the table. He was yet to move into Buckingham Palace officially. Mum and Dad are already there, sitting on the top ends of the table and staring in opposite directions to avoid making eye contact with each other.

‘Afternoon’, I say overly cheerfully.

Maybe I’m a little nervous too.

Dad gets up immediately, followed by Mum, and exchanges kisses with me.

‘Your Majesty’, Ben says, giving him a short bow, like I’d taught him.

‘Nice to finally meet you’, Dad says, extending his hand.

I hoped he would’ve said ‘call me Arthur!’, but maybe that was asking for two much after I’d lied to him for six months.  

Mum glides up to Ben, her tall thin frame, and hair scraped into a bun, make her much more intimidating than Dad.

‘Good afternoon Ma’am’, Ben says, taking her hand.

‘Caroline, please’, she says surprising me. ‘Shall we eat?’

As we settle down to lunch, I am taken back with how well Ben gets on with Mum as they discuss the state of British sport. Dad on the other hand, is a different matter.

‘So, are you serious about my daughter?’ he says suddenly as Ben is tucking into a ploughman’s sandwich.

Ben coughs uncontrollably.

‘Dad!’

‘What’, he says holding his hands up, ‘you’ve been sneaking around for months, of course I’m going to ask that’

‘We haven’t been sneaking around’, I say indignantly, ‘we were just keeping it quiet until we we’re ready’

‘Why do you need to keep it quiet from me?!’ he blasts. I know underneath he is just hurt, but I can’t stop myself.

‘Because…because…’

Ben glances over to me, recovered from his choking fit and obviously waiting for an answer just as much as Dad is.

Why was I so reluctant to tell Dad about Ben?

‘I believe Cora’s reasoning was that yourself and the King…the late King, I mean, would want a formal meeting, and Cora believed a meeting like that would get out’, Ben says loyally.

‘Is that right Cora?’

‘Yes’

Dad shifts his gaze back to Ben, ‘and what did you think of this idea?’

It’s a test, and Ben knows it. Agree with me and be in Dad’s bad books, or agree with him and be in mine. I watch the cogs turning in his mind.

‘Honestly Sir, I care about your daughter very much…’

I feel myself turn red.

‘…and I would’ve liked to be more honest about it.’

It feels like the air has been sucked out of the room, with everyone waiting for Dad’s response. Even Mum, usually so unaffected, looks on the edge of her seat.  

Dad nods. That’s all, just a simple nod of approval.

Nice save.

‘There’s not much we can do about it now’, Mum says sharply, ‘no point in arguing’

I agree. I don’t want to argue with Dad about it anymore. He’d been frosty with me since he found out and now, two weeks later, he’d thawed a little.

Things between Ben and I had suffered too. He had seemingly forgiven me after I left his flat on that February day, and we’d even gone to the cinema and dinner in public. But I was still reluctant to do any more than that, and the holiday we’d discussed was still out of the question.

By the end of the lunch, Ben and my parents are making jokes about my stubbornness, which I take as a positive sign.

‘We were playing backgammon, and she just refused to believe she’d lost!’ Ben recalls as Dad and Mum walk us out.

‘I didn’t lose!’ I say, hitting Ben on the chest.

‘You did Cora’, he looks down at me in that way he does when he wants a reaction.

‘Stop trying to wind me up’

‘It doesn’t take much’, he strokes a hand down my back.

I see Mum watching us approvingly and as she kisses me goodbye, she mutters, ‘he’s lovely’.

***

June

Spring is in the air and Buckingham Palace is a wash of business. The staff bustles around the place like bees, speaking in low whispers and hurried tones.

‘Ow!’, I yelp as my seamstress pricks me with another needle.

‘Sorry Ma’am’, she says apologetically.

‘Don’t worry’, I say rubbing my hip where the pin got me.

Standing on a small platform, I try my best to stay still as she makes the final alterations to the dress I will be wearing at my father’s coronation in a couple of days.

Annie and Jenny watch as the seamstress fits the fabric around my waist. It’s the most extravagant dress I’ve ever worn. In gold fabric, with intricate beading all over the front, it cascades to the ground, making me look like a true princess.

‘You look so gorgeous’, Jenny says as if hypnotized by the sparkling beads.

‘Thank you’, I say, rather embarrassed.

‘It’s fucking amazing’, Annie says brashly, prompting a scowl from me.

She pokes her tongue out in retaliation.

‘Can you take a picture and send it to Ben?’ I ask.

Annie points her phone at me and I pose with my hand on my hip.

I want to keep Ben in the loop. What with the coronation preparations and him training for Wimbledon, we were having to catch every moment we could together. It wasn’t easy.

‘He says “you look beautiful”, urgh pass me the sick bucket’, Annie says throwing her phone on the couch.

The butterflies in my stomach threaten to escape.

‘You’re in love’, Jenny purrs as the seamstress leaves the room.

I blush fiercely, ‘shut up Jen, you wanted me to be with Nick, remember?!’

‘That was last year’

‘You said we were perfect together’, I remind her.

‘Well Nicholas doesn’t put that goonish look on your face, so I change my mind!’

‘Do you love him?’ Annie asks, not bothering with any tact.

I suddenly become very interested in a loose bead on my dress.

‘I think she’s ignoring us’, Jenny says to Annie.

‘I think she’s busy thinking about the dirty summer she’s gonna have with him when all of this is over’, she teases.

‘Stop it!’, I exclaim, giving in to their teasing.

It was true, I was looking forward to this summer. The coronation and Wimbledon would be over and Ben and I were going to celebrate our one year anniversary. We planned to make up for all this lost time, but that didn’t mean the whole world had to know about it.

*

The fitting over, I’m hurried into a rare meeting with Dad. It was the only time he had to spare with me before his big day in a couple of days.

I sit at his desk opposite him, feeling like I’m in a job interview of some sort.

‘Dress fitting go ok?’ he says, rifling through some papers.

‘Good, I’ll scrub up well for you on the day Daddy’, I smile, my mind still half on Ben.

‘Right, we need to talk about what happens next’

‘What happens next?’

Why do I feel like I’m not going to like this?

‘After the coronation Cora, keep up’

‘What’s happening after the coronation?’, I furrow my brow.

We hadn’t really discussed much about my future only that Dad told me to get back to normal.

‘This summer, I will be creating you as the Princess of Wales, you investiture will happen in the autumn sometime, and you will be undertaking a tour of Australia not long after’

The barrage of information hits me all at once.

‘I don’t want that’, I say, unable to think of how to protest. ‘I have plans this summer’, I add dumbly.

‘With Ben I suppose?’, Dad asks, clearly unimpressed.

‘Yes’, I say at almost a whisper.

‘You’ll have plenty of time to spend with him’, he says dismissively.

‘Not with work, and now this I won’t!’

‘You won’t need to worry about work’, he said it so plainly as if that will stop the volcano that’s about to erupt.

‘Daddy, don’t say it…’

‘Your work on the estates will be terminated this summer, I know you enjoy it, but you have bigger responsibilities now’, he looks at me, knowing how I’m going to react.

‘I’ve worked hard for that job! I won’t just give it up now’

‘You have to’, he says less patiently, ‘Princess of Wales is a full time job’

I see all my plans crashing down around me. I’d truly believed I’d have a year at least to enjoy my life before full time duties. Time to spend as a normal twenty-something. Time with Ben.

‘Why are you doing this to me?’, I try to hold back the tears.

‘Cora, I can’t pick up all of your grandfather’s work, and keep up with my own, you need to step up now’, he rubs his temples.

‘I don’t want to’

The room is silent for a split second, until Dad erupts, standing from his chair in anger.

‘AND YOU THINK I DO?! DO YOU THINK I THOUGHT I’D BE KING ALREADY!? I HAD PLANS TOO CORA, TEN YEARS OF THEM, ALL DASHED IN A DAY’

He begins to breathe heavily, clearly out of breath.

‘Im sor-’, I begin to say.

‘You need to grow up, you are not a child’, he points his shaking hand at me. ‘You want to gallivant around the world with this man, and you have no consideration of what your actions mean for the rest of the family’

‘Dadd-’

‘It’s time you put this family first, instead of yourself for once’

‘I’m sorry’, I manage to get the words out this time.

Dad softens at the sight of me becoming tearful. He walks around the table and sits on the edge.

‘It has been hard for all of us’, he says, calmer now, ‘I know you didn’t expect to be in this position at twenty-six, but it’s your duty’

I nod weakly. I wish it wasn’t.

‘Every time there is a new monarch, the Republicans’ cause gains support’, he explains. ‘Granddad was very popular, I need to make sure that I am taken seriously as King, and part of that is my daughter being taken seriously too’

He takes my face in his hand. I know he is trying to tell me that I need my reputation to be of a hard working princess, not a tabloid queen.

‘I don’t want to give Ben up’, I say, honest with him for the first time about my relationship.

‘You don’t have to sweetheart, just understand what kind of attention you are getting by being with him’

Dad had been there for me through everything. Despite the plentiful lectures over the years, he’d never given up on me. I couldn’t let him down now.

‘OK’, I say.

This summer will have to wait.

*

Coronation Day

Ben had been understanding about the situation. Disappointed, of course, but understanding. We hadn’t had a chance to meet after he’d got through to the Wimbledon final, which was to take place two days after the coronation, but we planned to meet that Sunday.

I chat to him over the phone as my dresser fixes the tiara to my head. It seems slightly ridiculous to be holding a mobile phone while dressed in this elaborate gown and tiara.

‘Are you nervous?’, he asks.

‘Terrified’, I admit.

‘You’ll be fine’

‘I hope so, I’ll just have to think about seeing you on Sunday to make me feel better, though that seems ages away right now’

‘Maybe next time I’ll get an invite’, he teases.

Next time you might be there with me.

‘Maybe, if you behave’

‘I can’t promise anything’

Maggie pops her head around the door, a sign that we need to get going.

‘Look, I’ve got to go; I’ll call you later if I get the chance’

‘Alright, good luck…oh and Cora’

‘Yes?’

‘Don’t trip’.

*

The glory of the coronation of King Arthur is all you would expect it to be. In contrast to the darkness of the funeral, London is practically glowing in red, white, blue and gold. Flags and plastic crowns bob up and down in the sea of people.

The King’s guards line the street and trumpeters signal the grandeur of the occasion as our family arrives at Westminster Abbey.

I step out of my carriage to a wall of flashing lights. My dress is so heavy that it forces me to walk slowly and in time with the music. I keep my eyes focussed to the front. Don’t trip. Don’t trip.

My mantra does its job and I am seated up on the balcony with my grandmother and cousins as Dad takes centre stage. The huge robe engulfs him as he is walked towards the Coronation Chair, the cheers of thousands of people echoing through the abbey.

Down amongst the eight thousand guests packed inside the abbey, I see Nicholas, Jonathan and their parents seated in the middle of a section to the left of Dad. Nicholas is looking up at me. He catches my eye and I give him a little smile and nod in return. Also in the abbey is Mum. She stares straight ahead with a blank expression on her face and I wonder if she is thinking about what this moment would be like if she was still the Princess of Wales.

After three hours of prayers, hymns and pageantry, Dad is finally crowned. The Imperial State Crown is placed on his head, and he is handed the golden orb and sceptre. The traditional image of the crowned monarch is complete.

London is happier than I have ever seen as we process back to the palace and my arm begins to ache from the constant waving. It’s the least I can do for people who have slept on the streets overnight for this. I can’t help but think about my wedding one day. Will the country be as happy then? As much as I hate the thought of saying my vows in front of millions of people, I begin to realise how much it means to share it. As for Dad, he needn’t have worried, the people love him.

*

‘Did the crown nearly break your neck?’ I whisper to him as we tuck into the feast that evening.

Dad chuckles, ‘I thought it might not fit on my fat head’

I giggle under my breath. When I was younger, Dad always used to make me laugh on these big occasions to take the pressure off. Now I was doing the same for him.

‘Did they use washing up liquid to get it off?’ I tease.

‘Ye-’, he stops mid-sentence to greet the Ambassador of Japan.

Turning back to me, he says ‘I’m sorry none of your friends could be invited’

Sometimes Dad still thought I was a six year old that couldn’t sit still for an hour.

‘It’s fine Dad…and besides Nicholas is here if I need a break for ten minutes’

‘Ah yes, Nicholas’, he says cheekily.

‘What does that mean?’

‘Don’t think I can’t see him looking at you…he’s a nice boy…’, he whispers.

‘And I’m with Ben’, I mutter back.

Our conversation is interrupted by Maggie, who slips in subtly by my side, ‘Ma’am, may I borrow you’

I look to Dad for approval.

‘Go, go, but don’t be too long’

I scurry out of the room with her and travel along the long passages of the palace until we’re out of earshot.

‘What’s the problem?’, I ask.

‘No problem Ma’am’

She is looking particularly glamorous today, dolled up in a designer dress, but still holding a walkie talkie in her clutch.

‘This way…’, we round a corner, ending up in a dark, secluded area of the palace.

At the bottom a set of grand stairs stands Ben.

‘What are you doing here?!’, I squeal.

‘Shhh’, Ben and Maggie say together.

‘I’ll leave you to it’, Maggie adds.

As soon as she’s gone, I hurtle up to him and he pulls me in.

‘I thought I’d see how you’re doing’, he smiles.

‘But how did you get in’, I say, practically crushing his body with mine.

‘Connections’, he winks.

At this point, I don’t particularly care how he got here. I push my lips against his and he responds immediately, kissing me fiercely and making my knees wobble.

‘You look incredible’, he holds me by the waist and surveys me in my dress.

‘I look ridiculous’, I say.

‘Stop talking shit’, he buries his head in my neck and runs his hands down my back.

I swear if we were alone…

‘I’m so glad I don’t have to wait until Sunday to see you’

‘Don’t talk about Sunday’, he grumbles.

‘You’ll be amazing, I know it’, I say, running my fingers through his hair.

‘At least you’ll be there as my lucky charm’, he sighs.

‘From home I will…’

He backs away, ‘what do you mean? You are going to be on court aren’t you?’

I laugh uncertainly, ‘The royal box is fully booked, I’m sure’

‘You wouldn’t be in there; I’ve got a space for you in my player’s box’

I suddenly feel very hot. I had met Ben’s parents and had gotten on with them swimmingly, but this was practically a declaration of our relationship to the world.

‘Ben, you didn’t even ask me’, I try to say it softly.

‘I didn’t think I had to, how many times have we talked about me making the final and you being there?’

‘Things have changed, we need to keep a low profile’, I plead.

‘So you won’t even come and stay in the back out of sight?’, he pulls completely away from me.

‘I can’t, if anyone saw me…’, I try to hold his hand but he snatches it away.

‘This is fucking ridiculous, everyone knows anyway’, he growls.

‘We agreed that we’d see each other after the match’

He is being ridiculous.

‘Yes, after the match which you were supposed to be at’, he is struggling to keep his voice down. ‘Sometimes I wonder if you’re even serious about this’

‘Of course I am!’

‘So it’s ok for me to come here and support you, but you can’t do the same?’

‘I want to be there, please try and understand…’

‘I have tried. For months. I let it go when you ran out of the flat, I’ve let our holiday go, and now this’. He turns away from me. ‘How long is it going to be like this? Another year, two years?’

‘I don’t know’, my voice begins to shake.

His tone lowers once more, ‘if you’re not in a place where you’re happy to admit we’re together, then maybe we should stop this now’

‘It’s not easy for me! These things are complicated’

‘I’m not asking you to marry me Cora…I’m asking you acknowledge me!’

‘I do!’

‘Then come to the match’

We stand opposite each other like we’re in a stand-off. The silence is deafening.

Eventually, I have to speak, ‘I can’t, you know I can’t. Please don’t ask me to go against what my family needs right now’

‘You mean you won’t’

My anger starts to rise. If only he realised how much I really care for him.

‘Please don’t do this’. A chill in the air seems to tell me what’s coming.

‘I can’t do this anymore, I don’t want half a girlfriend. I should be preparing for the match right now, Rob would have my bollocks if he knew I was here, but I wanted to be – for you’

Tell him Cora, just tell him.

My anger takes over. ‘And I want to be there for you, stop making out like I don’t!’

Ben shakes his head, ‘I’ve tried to understand Cora, but I can’t. Keeping it to ourselves is one thing, denying my existence is another’

‘I just want to protect you, to protect us’

‘I don’t need protecting. I was willing to work around your life. But since your Granddad died, it’s like you want to push your life with me and your real life further apart. I want all of you Cora, but you don’t want to give it to me’

‘Don’t go’, I say pathetically.

‘Why not?’

The words don’t come out, they are lodged in my throat. 

He’s right. Things haven’t been the same.

He turns around and walks towards a back door without saying another word.

‘Because I love you’, I say as the door shuts behind him.

#royal fanfiction #katefiction

[topositivity]

Let's get this place busy again 🙂

The first story Im gonna share with you today is from lovely @aikycosette

It's a lovely story with many examples of how you can look at yourself from different angle to be able to love yourself more.

Thanks love @aikycosette 💗

"I’ve thinked often how grow in society where you must show yourself and are also expose to a certain beauty standard, and i’m not talking about those insta perfect blondie skinny girls, i’m talking about all those smart eccentric original girls and boys out there showing how beautiful and creative and unique they are, could make you feel not very special, not beautiful enought, i personally wasn’t able to take selfie of myself until 7 years ago, before i hated to pose for photos i usually try to hide myself, and worst of all is that memory i have of me trying to take some photo of me, and i just wished to be cool as them but i cannot, cause i focus too much on try to be like them instead of try to see myself. Even when i tryed to look feminine or sexy or strong or confident, or whatever attempt there was in  the post or picture i was taking it ends up showing i wasn’t cause i really wasn’t, only when i started to say ok maybe this part of myself is beautiful, maybe if i pose like that i can feel more confident then i started to be able to believe at my photos. The reality is that all bodies and shapes and size are beautiful is just convince yourself to love and appreciate you the difficult part (or at least this is my vision) I was an athlete as a child so I had a very masculine body until I stopped and the I gain a lot of weight of course so all my teen phase I hide myself under clothes, I use to wear pants under skirts cause I have a very noticeable back and I was ashamed of it, now is the part of me I'm most proud of, I have large shoulders which always made me feel too masculine now I think they express my strong character and show how I cna be a true leader and a person who you can trust, dress in the way which most express yourself and suit better your shape also helps a lot. Try new clothes even if at first they are out of your comfort zone, be yourself and you will discover you are more than how you expect. For fit bodyshape could be often a problem the idea of not be feminine enought, well remember your femininity is not about being skinny or small, is the way you what it is, could be the way you talk act move or anything else you decide that and people will perceive it. Last thing is about my nose another bigger insecurity of mine it is broken in two point so is very "S" shape, at first I hated that I felt so ugly like a bad character of a movie, but then I realize it was what makes me unique I have two different profiles from the two sides and I have a big important Egyptian kind of nose and is awesome, I've learned how to pose if I want to show one side or the other and love them both in same way, but it took years. Is all about the prospective and also work on yourself to archive the goals you want I dont' think is wrong to change yourself if you want to, is important tho to keep control and not use it as a copying mechanism. Your body will change so many time during your life, you have to respect it and love it, even if is the hardest thing, but small steps are the best way, a healty food habit, a little treat for yourself (bath, nails, makeup) a compliment at the mirror or in your head proof yourself you can be the best part of yourself."

#body positive #love your body #self love #love your skin #bodiposiaf #body positivity #body postivity #love yourself #my body #self care #tale of positivity #self acceptance #submission

[nalax9]

Festive snipe [DantexReader]

Coldest winter this year,strong wind knocking on the window as if telling you,it's christmas today.You have heard a christmas song playing from the jukebox, Dante is home. You walk downstairs, see a silver fir at the entrance is decorated with various orbs and glowing stars,melted snow and water everywhere. “..Urgh..need to mop the floors..” You growl annoyingly and rubbing your sleepy eyes ..wait...he uses orbs as ornaments? Creative! “Dante? You home?” Dante woke from his nap,He stretched, blinking his eyes and greets you. “Morning sunshine,Merry Christmas!” You greets him back with a sleepy voice “Morning love,Merry Christmas.You bought the tree?” “Nope, I cut it on the way home” “You drag it home all the way? Incredible strength!” You clapping your hands “I have demons strength ya know?” He squeezed his biceps to woo you. “I knew and I fucked you.Silly.” Dante whistled. “Oh babe,we didn't have any ornaments for the trees and the shops are still closed,we can’t make our last minute shopping,so I decorate it with orbs.How it looks?” “Beautiful,cheerful,cute,stylish and only one special tree.It’s our tree.” You giggles and pick up a red orbs,pinching on it “It looks like gummy bears.” “Take a chew.” 

Dante reclined to his chair,arms on the back of his head. “They taste good.”

“Huhs..I don’t think so.….and….” You raise your eyebrows looking at Dante “Why are you hugging a wrapped box? Is that a new demons arms or one of them you decide to sell to a pawn shop? You saying goodbye to them?” “Well...”Dante smiled sheepishly,scratching on his chin “A present for you? I guess?” “Thank you.But why do you look suspicious.” You sat on his desk,eye peering on Dante”What are you hiding inside?” “Your favourite?” You look at him with a confused look “What is it? I had a bad hunch.” “I won’t pull a prank,just open it”

You open the box lid,what came into your view is,Dante’s dick wrapped in red lace ribbon and there’s a bow tied nicely on the tips. “What the….pfffffffhahahahhahahahhaha!!!!” “It's not that funny isn't it? You had told me you love it!” “Hahahhaha stop stop stop my stomach is pain..pfffhahahaha” You laughed till your stomach is in pain,shorten breath and rolling on the floor,tears in the corner of your eyes. Dante grunts and stands up,toss the box on the desk,standing tall peering on you. “y/n..please stop laughing.” You lie on the floor,look at him in the side of your eyes,Dante is giving you an aggrieved puppy eyes and he is flustered.

“I’m sorry..Dante..I didn't mean it..but..but..pffff” You clear your throat “Im sorry.Please help me get up.”

You stretch out your hands,Dante grabs it and ties a rope-like object on your wrist.He set up two circles to bind it. ”Dante?” “Don’t break it,there is only one.”

He pulls you into his embrace,chin resting on your shoulder “Do you like it?” You stared at the object,there are three different colored cords tied together with unique knots and beads. “A bracelet?”

“Actually..it's a necklace..people call it choker,you can wear it as bracelet thou.I entrust an artisan I acquaintance at the antique store to braid it and I cast a spell on it.” He pauses “A spell to protect you from hunting by demons.”

You touched,hearts swell with love. You tilted your head to kiss him.“I will always wearing it,thank you..Dante..I love you” He kiss you back,pointing his index finger to his junk and asks “How about this?Do you like it?” You giggles and nod. “Alright then”He laughed and put you on his desk “Time to claim your gift.”

“Not on the desk again,upstair.”You whined “Too far,to the couches”

Dante removed the ribbons that tied on his dick and tied it on both of your ankles,then princess hug you to the couches.

His hand slips under your pajamas,kneading on your breast.Another hand yanking down your shorts and panties.You caress his stubble and tugging his hair,nail scratch on his scalp.He groans and purr in your touch.Dante toss your clothes on the floor and  bend you over the coaches.He shove his finger into your cunt,thrusting and thumbs rubs on your clit.After a while,you are all wet and ready for him.Then he hang your feet on his shoulder,thrusting into you.Not giving you any moment to adjust,he fucking you in a brutal pace.Your fist clenched hard,nails dig into flesh,causing bruised with shape of you nails.Other from that, you can only panting and breathless puffing follows with silent moans.Dante grunts in louds,continually pounding into you brutally his eyes glowing red and his glares send shiver to your spine. “Cum baby..ummff..cum for me..” Dante’s words like a command,your orgasm rush out from the gate,fluids milking his cocks.

“y/n you alright?you are shivering” His thrusting turns slow then stop still,he brings your bruised palm to his lips,kissing. “D..Dante..I'm cold..”The heat between you fades and sweat comes into contact with cold air, making you shiver.Dante retreat from you and hugs you tight,his calloused big hand rubbing on your back,warming you up. “Feeling better?” He kisses your forehead,eyelids,stubble scraping on your cheeks.You nodded,lingering to the warmth of him,reluctant to separate from him. “Now is my turn for my gifts” He smirked,tapping on your tied wrists and ankles. Your look away from him,face burning red.The next second,your visions flip upside down.Dante flung your over his shoulder,storm to the room. “Merry fucking christmas!!!”

He throws you on the mattress,kneel before the bed,untangle the ribbons on your ankles.He buried his face between your legs,sucking on your clit and taste you like his last feast,erotic slurping sounds rang louds in the room.

You feral under his tongue,hips grinding on him.Dante remove his mouth from you,checking on his works,more juice dripping from your cunts.He licked his lips,dipping your juice and apply on his aching cock,gives a few hard strokes to lube it up,his cocks look bigger than before,ready to destroy you.

Dante kissing you and thrusting into you at the same time.Lust eye locks with yours.He untie your wrists,finger intertwined with yours and tangled the knotted cords in palms together.

He starts at a slow pace,bottoming out in every thrust,then he goes faster,faster and faster. Your legs around his waist,heels tucks on his hips.He can tell you are close again. “y/n,cum.” Once again, your walls clenched him tight,toes curls.

Dante reaches his peak too,hissing your name.He twitches and spurts his seed inside you.You both panted and came down from the high,smile at each other.You asks “Again?” Dante chuckles “Later,you need hydrate and eats.”He patted your head and kiss you again. “Rest.I go get you some water,be right back.” You kisses on his knuckles “Don’t take so long,love. “No worries,we had a day long.Love ya”

#xmas smut #gift #XD #DMC5 #Devil May Cry 5 #Dante #Dante x Reader #Merry fucking Christmas

[simplerthingslikewatchinglt]

Chapter Eleven

The patience in me had already left when I didn't recieve a call from Laurent all day yesterday and today. I was inpatient , I wanted to speak to him for some reason - maybe hear more about his dancing with Beyoncé, missy Elliot or about his travels to France and through out America -something I wish I could do if I had the money. Staying in my room all night yesterday and today was starting to become bothersome, I wanted an exscuse to go outside like before, which was about my phone but this time I had no exscuse. Sitting in the middle of my bed I needed to smoke, grabbing the pack of new ports that laid flat beside me I took one cig out of its carton parting my lips in the time being, I dangled the cig in between my parted lips. Atleast I can smoke , that was the first thing on my mind, atleast I can, thinking once more . On a winter day the clouds were grey with no sun out in sight just like before, maybe it'll snow this time ? My mother, that bitch, did not wanting me leaving this household for nothing . I wasn't a minor anymore but I sure wasn't a full grown adult in my mothers eyes , including my own. It was very annoying to be trapped in my room plus boring , smoking about half way through the cigarette I came to a decision to go on YouTube using my APPLE laptop and search up "Less Twins" purposely spelling it the way the Dj had pronounced it. It was then I came across the autocorrect which was actually spelled 'Les twins' - Boredem really had strucked me when I noticed my cig ashes were starting to be more then the cigarette itself, I usually smoked all of my cigarette but this time my eyes were glued on the screen as I watch the twins begin dancing. I wasn't bored of watching the twins, I was bored in general.

They were dope on screen, it was like watching two mechanical robots doing unbelievable movements but in person was a whole 'nother level - they were amazing in person it was then besides me, my phone began to vibrate , facing upwards I peeked at the screen. Boyfriend was calling and all I thought about was who the fuck did I save as boyfriend in my contacts - I slide my index finger across the screen to answer,  "hello?".

"Kiki my girl .."

Laurent? It sure sounded like him, right when I was beginning to gather my words to speak over a flustered babbling he spoke again " see I told you I was going to call"  once I finally had gathered my words I spoke in a questionable tone

" And why did you save yourself as boyfriend in my phone ?"

"Because I am" he was beginning to take this on going joke a little too far .

"Well I would like for us to see each other again Kiki , and this time no running in bathrooms okai? " inunision I chuckled at his last words .

"Well where would you want to meet ? " perfect exscuse to get out

"Anywhere , maybe your place ?" almost dropping my lit cigarette on my bed sheets in reaction  the way I choked on my own "what?"

"Your not coming to my place Laurent"

"Okai... so back to my hotel then ?" What harm could be done there right ?

"Umm I'll have to think about it , I mean what'll we do once I get there ?"

"Kiki.. we will talk . No sex or anything like that I'm a gentleman" Yeah sex was the last thing on my mind, I think , Laurent was handsome but we hardly knew each other.

***

Once I made it to the hotel he was staying in , I was met by him in the lobby. He sported a "calm" outfit this time around , wearing all black with no accessories or shades , pretty basic I would say . As for me I thought more carefully into what I was wearing this time for a reason I can't explain , I wore the pea coat I had on our first encounter underneath the pea coat was a navy blue turtle neck sweater shirt that was a tad tight from too many washes and drying, the shirt cupped my B cup breast while my tight ripped jeans hugged at my small curves . My hair just passing my shoulders, and my nails matched my sweater this time .

I approached Laurent he seemed more pleased to see me then his twin would be, maybe ?

"Come..We go now" He was smiling with his lips tucked inside of his mouth reaching out to me. I'd dismissed his hand reached, nothing to be rude about but I just didn't want people assuming unnecessary things.

"Ouch.." he whispered in a "false" hurt tone, mocking my actions but still seemed to laugh about it . We both walked side by side towards the elevator - once inside he pressed to floor eighteen just like last time . The difference from last time in the elevator was this time we weren't so close together.  He stood in front of me, eyes focus on the elevator numbers going up.

Once we arrived to the destined floor, we walked towards a different hotel room from before. It made sense that the twins wouldn't share the same room so I didn't question the fact. We got inside the room, it was decked out just like the lobby seemed to be bigger than Larry's room as well. There was no gold but sure enough there was a lot of decorative paintings and a huge king size bed that was placed in the middle of the room.

"Let's play a game Kiki" Laurent said as he jumped onto the bed, bouncing in the process .

"A game ?"

"Yeah a game"

So this is what he wanted  ? My mind drifted to sexual thoughts as it was just us alone , no Larry, nor Adelia in sight. There was an awkward silence between us , as my mind was in the gutter thinking of the dirtiest things that would happen if I participated in this game Laurent sat at the edgeof the bed. He'd stopped bouncing and as if in a serious manner, both arms on his knees , a smirk played on his lips as he sat hunched over .

"C'mon (come on) Kiki it will be fun~" Laurent said while stretching out his words , what harm could be done ?  I nodded my head in agreement, it was then his smirk turned into a smile growing  big as if compared to a happy child he shot  up on both feet moving off the bed and digging into his bookbag that laid flat on the bedside - I assumed it must've been his carryon . I watched him curiously, dirty thoughts filling my mind believing that this game would consider something sexual until i seen him whip out a deck of cards.  These cards reminded me of childhood, reminded me at how bad I was at the game to be honest. ..It was the dreadful game called UNO, the original version.

"You played before, no ?"  He  said to me , looking up to me while I stand , I moved my head in a up and down motion. He knew that meant 'yes'  - " come , take off your shoes. Come to the bed" he motioned his hand to the bed giving it a few pats before standing, I did as I was told taking off my shoes - "And coat... Kiki" he gestured. In honest truth, I was shy to take off my coat, I'm not too sure why... maybe it was because of my self consciousness of my own body or the clothes that I was wearing, I do not know , all I know was that I still did as I was told without hesitation.

I sat on the bed, where I sat across from Laurent whom sat with his legs folded. I decided to sit that way as well. There he began to discard seven cards between the both of us putting the rest of the deck on the side.

Laurent is innoncent at this point, just only wanted to play UNO with me and do nothing else made me feel relax, more comfortable . My body relaxed, getting more comfortable and turning my posture from straight to hunch, " so who goes first?" I questioned, he answered quickly " you" .

I looked at the seven cards that was held in my hands spread apart, all bad numbers, no 'draw 4' or 'reversal cards' just plain number '5,8,1,3,3,9,1' none were yellow, only blue, red and green. I pulled the first number on my left, the red one, number five, then it was Laurent's turn to draw, he immediately pulled out a 'draw 4 card' . There was a silence at first before Laurent began to giggle, an "ah" left his mouth while our eyes met, he knew I was going to lose. I drew four cards from the deck, numbers '4,3,7,1' another bad hand. I pulled the first number that matched the same color, number seven and sighed, Im gonna lose .

“Let's spice it up.." said Laurent, spice it up? I quickly responded, "spice it up" , he nodded his head up and down, a signed 'yes'.

"Spice it up how ?" I asked .

"If you lose .... you kiss me, if I lose I kiss you ."  He smirked at me which caused me to give out a small blush . A kiss? But where though? I thought to myself, I was nervous somewhat - about a kiss, or maybe about the fact we hardly knew eahother . I wasn't sure of my own thoughts .

"Where at though ?" I questioned,

"I no understand..." he responded, ofcourse he wouldn't understand as a kiss to him could mean automatically on the lips .

"Meaning, a kiss on the forehead or-"

"Lips ofcourse" he quickly cut me off , speaking in a tone that was easy to read as if saying duh' to me. In response I rolled my eyes. With  his cards still in his hands not once tilting them downwards, our eyes stayed on each other , Laurent must've read how I was feeling about this new "spice it up" thing because he, in response tucked his smile into his mouth before speaking once more . " okai (okay) ... lets make it easy . If you lose , you kiss me ... anywhere. If I lose, I kiss you... anywhere. Better ?"  The rules were simple, if one of us lost we would have to kiss the other person anywhere we'd like. I didn't know what to feel nor think about in this  situation, other than to simply agree to it . " yeah ... I think so " I responded, unsure on what to feel.

" I can't wait to lose" Laurent said, positioning himself in a more 'serious' matter , I didn't want to ask what would happen if one of us were to win because now the game was about a lose, lose situation. It did not matter on who won, it mattered on who lost and where the kiss would be planted . I need to lose .

Authors notes :

I made this chapter prettty lengthy, almost two thousand words which is a lot to me lol. I hope you guys like this one - I have not played UNO in ages . Also keep In mind the boys are still young so I wanted to play with the childish side of them like how they use to be when they were in their early 20's and would  bring their PlayStation and stuff like that with them on travels

[subnova-scion]

🟊⟅⸉ IM GONNA TALK ABOUT NOVAVERSE CYM AND WHAT HAPPENS AFTER CAUSE  I HAVE THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS LETS GO ⸊⟆🟊

During the final confrontation with White Diamond, not only were the CG’s unable to help Steven, they were turned against him. If the B-team had come in at that moment, they would’ve been turned against him, too. Can you fucking imagine? Seeing your family and friends slowly being possessed? Screaming, howling in agony as they’re turned against you? And you can’t do anything to stop it? And all you’ve got to back you up is your human friend who the person controlling everyone else thinks is disposable? And will not hesitate to try and kill her? 

And you’re just a child? 

Yeah!!! Steven doesn’t just end up having nightmares about being ripped apart from his gem once this is all over! He also has nightmares about the White Puppets. He had to see them turned! Every adult figure he’s ever trusted and loved had been turned against him by a villain who LITERALLY TRIED TO KILL HIM NOT EVEN MINUTES LATER. LIKE. WHITE DIAMOND DID THAT, KNOWING THAT THE ‘HUMAN CHILD’ PINK WAS ‘HIDING IN’ WOULD PROBABLY, IF NOT UNDOUBTEDLY, DIE. 

“I’m tired of this shit, Pink. Time to end it and kill the organic parasite so you can’t run from your problems anymore.” 

This is why Steven’s relationship with White Diamond in NOVAverse will be far from canon. He will always be scared of her!! AND THAT’S THE TEA! 

As for the attempted murder, Steven barely remembers what happened when it comes to getting his gem removed and seeing his other half. Because when his gem was taken out it was, uh, very bad. Like,, from a gore standpoint. He only remembers vague feelings and images. Both halves experienced the same event, but from their own separate perspectives. One half was bleeding out, though, and your memory kind of takes a back seat when you’re LITERALLY DYING. So Like? He remembers it? But it’s mostly one sided, through his gem half. And that’s why it feels so bizarre when he tries to remember what happened. It feels like an extreme case of out of body dissociation. 

Meanwhile, Yellow and Blue and the CG 3 couldn’t remember anything. They didn’t know what was happening, just what they were feeling as White was controlling them. It was severely emotionally and physically painful, and that’s all they knew! So they had no idea what happened, and the crystal gems freaked out when they were freed from White’s control and saw the state of their kid. Because there was still blood!! Everywhere! All over him! And Connie! Since she had to carry Steven over to his other half while he was BLEEDING OUT WITH A HOLE THE SIZE OF HIS FIST IN HIS GUTS. 

And these two kids were too relieved and in shock and generally traumatized to answer their questions! They couldn’t even begin to process what exactly had nearly happened to him. Nova had already started to dissociate as soon as he was whole again? Cause his brain was like: ‘Haha gonna just black most of that out and go numb to protect you and keep you functioning through this hellish experience lmao.’ 

Considering he was almost killed for like the 12th time in his 14 years of life, there are VERY obvious reasons as to why he began falling into a state of dissociation, but what he started dissociating from first is deeply rooted in what happened to him. The first thing he dissociated from was his feelings. See, after his human half sustained serious damage, guess which half has to kick into higher gear to keep him alive and functioning after going through awful trauma? 

The gem half. Which is well… Numb. We see that PINK!Steven literally cannot process emotion other than the intense, overwhelmingly negative ones. That sudden outburst, the literal grief and rage of a young god that is sick and tired of everyone wanting his mother to be alive over him. Quartz (That’s what I call Nova’s gem half) didn’t hesitate to strike at all of Nova’s loved ones. He had no attachment. He was doing what he needed to do to protect himself and his other half so they could be whole again. Everyone else was an afterthought. 

And that’s how you know Quartz is different. Because the human half, and even as a whole, Steven puts everyone else first. Human Nova (who I call Universe) is literally bleeding out and he’s crying out for his other half to stop because he’s hurting them. But that half is a part of him. And it’s a part he’s been needing to get in touch with for a long time. Considering Steven puts others before himself even to his own detriment, and the reactions of his human half only solidify this fact, if his gem half was anything like that, Steven could have died. He couldn’t afford to strain or distract himself trying to help or protect others. He needed to help himself. Save Steven. That was the objective.

And even as two halves are united again, the gem half is still more or less handling the reigns because of how straight wrecked the human half is at the time. It’s still working to protect himself as a whole. And the first sign of this emotional change is shown in the first thing he says to white after she tried to murder him. 

“I am a child. What’s your excuse?” 

See, now that he’s been reunited with his other half, he has all the emotions and feelings his human half provides, too. So he’s able to actually lay down some sick burns and common sense without going absolutely apeshit and creating craters with his screams. And this boy didn’t leave quietly with ‘If you let everyone else be whoever they are, maybe you can let yourself be whoever you are, too.’ No. That didn’t quite happen in NOVAverse. Yanno what happened? Yellow and Blue confronted White first, and since she had yet to regain her composure, she was shaken and defensive. 

They almost started fighting all over again. They were all terrified and scrambling in fear of the unknown. Until White’s attention was on Steven again. Because, who is this little creature supposed to be if they aren’t Pink??? What the fresh fuck is going on?! Now, we all know PINK!Steven is Mcfuckin Pissed. The gem is back-loaded with thousands of years of emotional turmoil and trauma, most of which isn’t even his own. And this is related to WHY he initially goes off on the diamonds, too. 

Because he goes off on them defending Pink Pearl. 

Steven had to relieve through so many of his mother’s memories of abuse, and her painful memories of regret regarding what happened to her best friend??? So to actually see Pink Pearl okay and looking like herself again was so important to him. He didn’t just go 'welcome back’ and pat her on the shoulder, HE HUGGED HER AND HELPED HER TO HER FEET. HE WAS IN TEARS. He walked her over to the CGs and said, “ You’re coming with us. ” 

LIKE. SHES BEEN SUBJECTED TO MENTAL AND PHYSICAL TORTURE FOR +8,000 YEARS??? GET HER AWAY FROM WHITE. And when White managed to regain her composure and what he was doing caught her attention, she asked him what he could possibly be doing taking her pearl? That’s when Nova went off. 

“ She was never yours. She was my mother’s best friend and you took her away and turned her into a puppet and used her as an emotional manipulation tactic to keep my mother under your thumb. 

You have kept her like this for thousands of years. It’s time she comes home with us so she can finally start to be herself again. Far away from you. 

Die Mad About It.” 

Boy put his foot down not just on that, but about his mom and why she left, and why he came here in the first place, that he needed White’s help. And everyone was in such shock and was so overwhelmed and lost because of what just happened that they listened to what he had to say and they did what he told them to! They didn’t know what else to do or how to move forward now that their worlds have been turned upside down! 

The night they got back to Earth, the diamonds had to hang around for a while because Steven and Connie are a mess and the CG’s have to take care of them before anything else happens. They have to get them checked out (thanks Dr.Maheswaran.) It was determined they were both in shock, but Connie wasn’t too badly injured. Steven, however, spent the night in the hospital due to blood-loss. He was in enough pain that he had to take it easy and mostly stick to staying in bed. It was fine, as he was majorly exhausted and slept like a rock. 

His nature as a demi-gem allowed him to heal faster, but the human half was still seriously damaged. He has to take painkillers and not be too physical for a while. He also has a sicknasty scar around his gem because it was ripped out so that’s Neat. When he uses his powers and his gem glows, you can really see the scarring. It looks something similar to what it looks like when his body comes into contact with destablizers. (He decides to wear bigger t-shirts from now on. He doesn’t want it to be exposed, and he doesn’t want his family to see it) 

Then, the next day was the big Bubble Bath. They were all up late, so the healing party happened the following afternoon. Once he was cleared, they checked him out of the hospital, and went straight to the fountain to meet up with the diamonds and finally cure corruption. The water from the fountain helped him heal more, too, so he was feeling better already. He loved meeting all these new friends and was so relieved it was all over. But after a few hours, as it usually is at parties, he just kept talking to so many people and getting distracted and, god, he just couldn’t leave. 

Yanno? You just keep trying to leave a party but someone or something keeps sucking you back in. All the people there. How loud they all are. Using his voice becomes exhausting. Thinking becomes exhausting. People talking to him becomes like nails on the chalkboard? Suddenly, everything is so irritating and blurry and painful and so, so loud he feels like he’s going crazy. And when he finally has a quiet moment to himself to be mindful of his own state he’s like, “Oh. I’m having an anxiety attack in slow motion and probably experiencing sensory overload. Cool.” 

He’s so mentally overwhelmed and burnt out that he just felt himself having a meltdown at ¼th the speed and knew it would speed up or blow up if he didn’t leave. They had to take him home and he just went to bed. From that day on, for another week or two, Steven is under the constant watch of the Crystal Gems and doted on. He didn’t particularly mind some affection, because he was just so relieved to be home. To be safe. To be alive. Understandably, his family and friends were worried, of course they were. How could they not be, with the state he was in after that fight? 

He looked like a dead boy walking, clothes and limbs absolutely bloody. They hadn’t the slightest clue what happened after White Diamond took control of them, and they could only look to Steven for answers. Steven always told them he doesn’t really remember what happened, which is only partially true, and they say that since then, he hasn’t seemed like himself. They say that in the aftermath, that he acted strange and cold, that now he seems ‘far away’ and is too quiet. 

While that was true, it was only the case at a certain point because Steven found it harder and harder to be around them when they looked at him like he could die at any second and talked to him like they want to scrape the inside of his skull with a spoon. 

See, Nova is struggling with his emotions a lot more now, in terms of emotional detachment and his literal demi-god power showing through in his personality a bit more? He was BORN a fusion, but reflected his human half more than the gem half for so long because he wasn’t in touch with gem stuff for the first 10 years of this life. 

This is why he couldn’t use his powers for a long time. But NOW that he’s come so far and has seen his gem half for what it really is, seen himself for who he really is, it’s changed the cognition of the human half. So now that they're whole, the gem half and all the Diamond Powers are like, ‘Hello, I am here now. I am also you.’ 

And both halves are struggling to balance the whole self out again. This is why his Pink Power™ is more obvious from this point onward. It’s the “Light of his gem shining through”, as White Diamond put it. Now, Steven himself doesn’t know this, so he can’t put his finger on why it’s so hard to talk, why he feels distant, not only from his family, but his own feelings. 

He needs time alone to work through them, to try and understand what exactly happened, and why he’s feeling so odd. At times, he feels simply… indifferent to everything, some kind of numb. But there is another uncommon feeling that frightens him more; Anger, it rises within him frequently, so much so that he almost feels bad about it when it does. He was never one to feel this way so easily before. 

Not to say he doesn’t have things to be angry about, to be emotional about. He’s angry because wasn’t even allowed to leave the house by himself for a whole week. He hadn’t seen Connie since they got back, and it seems that he could never get enough time with his father, the only other person who being around would make it easier to breathe. Every conversation with the gems eventually leads to being about what’s wrong, the questions Steven couldn’t answer, that he doesn’t want to answer. It’s hard to express this when they’re each being their own ways of overbearing about his well-being, and his anxiety is off the charts. 

The question of the Diamonds and what they were going to do, how they were going to continue, looms over him. It’s such a source of his stress that he has as much trouble falling asleep as he does staying asleep the whole night through. He has to know what’s happening. What they’re doing. He couldn’t just leave them be and expect things to not go back to how they were before. At times, he feels like he has to go back to Homeworld, but how could he? 

Especially if he told his family what happened to him? Steven knew that if he did, that they wouldn’t let him, and who knows what else would happen. Truthfully, he’s afraid they wouldn’t see or treat him the same anymore. He feels like he has to be okay as soon as possible so he can do what he feels needs to be done, but the longer this goes on the more he feels like he’s having a meltdown in slow motion. 

The peace he was hoping to have after going through such a harrowing time is yet again out of his reach… and it’s getting harder and harder to swallow his slowly boiling frustrations.

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[rinnnyxr]

Depression You don't enjoy your hobbies You sleep too much/too little You don't think you matter You wish you could kill yourself You feel more sad than happy

GAD You get anxious for no reason at all You have nervous ticks (biting nails, hair touching,etc) You always have a nervous stomach You always feel like youre on the edge You get a lot of body aches

OCD ( Obsessive Compulsive Disorder) You have obsessive thoughts that you cant make go away You have a special routine and if you dont do it exactly... you will have a panic attack you have to double check things If things arent exactly how you want them you get constant anxiety and you cant stop thinking about it You have a fear of losing control

PTSD You have gone through something traumatic You get flashbacks all the time from the trauma Loud noises cause a panic attack You have night terrors (different from nightmares) You zone out/black out and relive the event

Bipolar You feel extremely sad You get extremely happy/excited You talk so fast people can't keep up You have sleep problems You are constantly thinking of death/suicide

Schizoprenia You constantly hear voices in your head  You have word salad (disorganized sentences) You hallucinate You have the flat effect (no emotion/zombie like) You have laugh at the wrong times

Dissociative Identity disorder You are detached from your emotions You have amnesia of certain events/people You dont remember faces or you have a difficult time remembering You get anxious Youre suicidal

BPD- Borderline Personality disorder You take major risks Youre very sexually active (many partners) You have unstable relationships Extreme mood swings You have explosive anger

Autism (broad, there are way too many so im just gonna list to common ) You have a hard time in social surroundings (relating to people..communicat You resist change You have at least one learning disability you CANT make eye contact You cant share enjoyment with others

SAD- Seasonal affective disorder You feel more happy during the summer time Seasons changing can make you feel sad/depressed You think about death but not suicide You have insomnia You get irritated easy

Bulimia Nervosa You eat a big portion of food at once You have bad self image You eat a lot but force yourself to puke it all up You feel like you cant stop the eating / out of control You self harm

Anorexia You see yourself bigger than you actually are You enjoy the feeling of starving yourself You have extreme weight loss in very little time Your hair is falling out You have anxiety if you have to eat

ADHD You are always moving (tapping pen, shaking leg) You cant pay attention long You act before thinking You lose interest quickly Youre always talking too much/too fast

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I know all the words to some of the songs from Grease I have seen a show on Broadway before I have ran up and hugged a stranger, mistaking them for someone I knew I have drooled all over my pillow before while in a deep slumber I’m listening to my favorite song right now I have/had a mood ring(s) I have an Apple Mac I have taken an art class in school before I have owned a disco ball at one time or another I can speak fluent Spanish I’ve been to a roller rink and fallen flat on my butt I can write in Japanese I have been hospitalized for more than a month before due to a terrible injury I would streak for 50 bucks I have pole danced before just for fun I have a ridiculously large purse I have ridden a camel before I love carnivals and fairs I have spent the whole day at the mall and just walked around I live/lived/visited in Germany I love to people-watch at the airport I don’t have a favorite flower I have seen the movie Love Actually I have a lot of random shit hanging on the walls of my bedroom I drink as much milk as I’m recommended to I keep my movie ticket stubs I’m going to go see a play or musical soon I have studied abroad before I don’t drink enough water I love yogurt I’m trying to lose weight I HATE my toes I’m trying to gain weight I love the show “True Life” on MTV I loathe reality TV I have taken a College Algebra math course I can count from 1-10 in two or more different languages I need to paint my toenails My internet homepage is my email provider’s page I never send e-mails anymore I have a cell phone & I don’t think it’s a piece of trash I have an iPod/MP3 player & a really kickass case for it, too I put my shoes in the dryer I still watch the Price is Right and Jeopardy I love to bargain shop I could live off of breakfast cereals I wish I could be a member of the opposite sex for one day I dislike standardized tests I hate 90s music I can’t wear watches because I have too much electricity in my body I just don’t wear watches because I think they’re ugly I text in class or at work I can’t WAIT for summer I once wore something that was 5 times too big for me in public I have been to Canada I hate it when guys leave the toilet seat up I have a really cool 6-CD changer stereo I own all the CDs from my favorite band I hate Myspace My favorite band has a “The” in front of it All I wear is band teeshirts I’m a loner I can speak another language fluently I like Dave Matthew’s Band I practically live in my pajamas when I’m at home I love mashed potatoes I have seen my favorite band in concert more than twice I love string cheese I hate The White Stripes I’m homophobic I have a certain order in which I put on my socks and shoes I’m a morning person I have a High School diploma I love Chinese take-out I think sushi is disgusting & I’ve never even tried it It’s raining right now I love listening to old-school Madonna I’m picky I’ve volunteered before in my community I’m always sore I hate back massages I give a mean back rub I’m interesed in acupuncture I love foreign food I listen to my iPod/MP3/CD player in class or in the office when I’m supposed to be paying attention or working I fall or have fallen asleep in class I would never wax my legs, even if you paid me I have tried Nair before & it hurt like hell and didn’t work I suffer from sleep apnea Someone in my family or someone I know battled cancer and won I have a shirt hanging in my closet that hasn’t been worn for over 2 years Snickers is my favorite candy bar I had an imaginary friend when I was younger I do my chores every day My favorite soda is Dr. Pepper Okay, this survey is going on for way too long I know the difference between “to”, “two”, and “too” & when is the appropriate time to use them I have/had birds I have been to Hawaii before I want to go on a Cruise I always read before going to bed I passed Geometry the first time I took it My nails are not painted I have a song stuck in my head right now I have watched at least one episode of “Friends” before Chocolate chip pancakes are pretty much the bomb I have no clue what IHOP is or stands for I’m currently avoiding someone I know morse code Facial hair hot I’ve been dehydrated before I love to run! I have a crush on someone right now & they don’t even know I exist Bolding surveys are calming I’m listening to a sad song right now I still use old-fashioned bar soap to wash myself in the shower I have an electric toothbrush I have taken professional studio photos with friends or family I have seen Steven King’s movie IT When I was younger, my friends & I always used to make up dances and perform them I think I’m going deaf I’m getting bored of this stupid survey all ready I’m an accident just waiting to happen I’m so clumsy I have licked someone else’s shoes before, for money or just because I’m always indecisive I have kickass bunny slippers I need a tissue I have watched the Disney movie Mulan before & loved it I have attended a tea party before I have seen a bear before, and it wasn’t at the zoo I have walked in on someone having sex before The drawers on my dresser don’t close all the way because they’re so full I hate my 3rd period teacher I read Manga I used to collect beanie-babies way back when I sell or buy stuff on eBay I have been to a museum before I have plans tonight I like Spongebob Captain Hook is one of my favorite Disney villains I hate the movie The Sound of Music I need to charge my phone I like elephants

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[Vacation Editon]: Thailand or Hawaii Mexico or Costa Rica Santorini or Amalfi Coast Caribbean or Tahiti Yellowstone or Yosemite New York or San Francisco Paris or Barcelona Miami or Ibiza Australia or New Zealand

[Food Edition]: strawberries or blueberries iced coffee of hot coffee oatmeal or cereal hot dog or hamburger chicken or steak smoothie or milkshake potato chips or french fries ice cream or gelato

[Personal Style Edition]: sneakers or sandals jeans or leggings leather or suede neutrals or bold colors heels or flats hoodie or zip-up thigh fit or loose fit statement accessories or simple/no accessories closed-toed or open-toed blue jeans or jeggings long sleeves or short sleeves curly hair or straight hair cowboy boots or riding boots necklaces or bracelets natural nails or fake nails canvas shoes or sport shoes bun or ponytail sweat pants or leggings

[Celebrity Edition]: Kim Kardashian or Kylie Jenner P!nk or Ke$ha Emma Watson or Emma Stone Kate Middleton or Meghan Markle Megan Fox or Angelina Jolie Nicki Minaj or Cardi B David Beckham or Tom Brady Jake Gyllenhaal or Ryan Reynolds Ariana Grande or Selena Gomez Oprah or Ellen Jimmy Kimmel or Jimmy Fallon Steve Jobs or Elon Musk Kendrick Lamar or Drake Taylor Swift or Katy Perry Beyoncé or Rihanna

[Workout Habits Edition]: leggings or shorts squats or deadlifts planks or crunches treadmill or free run elliptical or Stairmaster free weights or machines Nike or Under Armour

[American Food Edition]: grilled cheese or mac&cheese french fries or onion rings potato chips or popcorn fried chicken or chicken wings pizza or sandwich pancakes or waffles pasta salad or potato salad cookies or cake apple pie or cheesecake sausage or bacon Burger King or McDonald’s Coke or Pepsi

[Candy Edition]: Reese’s Cups or Hersey kiss Sour Patch Kids or Jolly Ranchers Jelly beans or Gummy bears Baby Ruth or 3 Musketeers Almond Joy or Mounds Hersey bar or KitKat Snickers or MilkyWay Skittles or Starburst Junior Mints or York Peppermint Patty

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You have an iPhone. You have a pink or blue phone case. One of your contact name starts with W, Y or Z. One of your contact is labeled, Doctor. You made a call before 7:00 am. You have your alarm set on your phone to wake you up. You have headphones with you. Your ringtone is a song. One of your recent calls was to one of your parents. You have a text saved from over a year ago. You have a selfie taken. Your screen saver is a picture. Your battery is more than half full. You have a picture of you and a guy saved. You have a video saved. You have a text saved with ‘What’s Up?’ You have at least one game downloaded. Your significant other is  #1 on your speed dial. You have more than 50 photos  saved on your phone. You have 1 - 5 downloaded applications. You have 5 - 10 downloaded applications. You have 10+ downloaded applications. You have at least 10 pictures of you. You have at least 30 pictures of you You have at least 20 pictures of your family. You have at least 20 pictures of your friends. You have more than 10 songs. You have more than 50 songs. You have more than 100 songs. You bought it. Your parents bought it. Your grandparents bought it. You have more than 1 phone case. You hate when people want to look through your phone. You have a few contact but not a lot. Your phone is next to you. You have a white phone case You have the latest iPhone You checked your phone before 7:00 am this morning. Your most recent call was less than 30 minutes ago. Your music collection contains a song with ‘baby’ in the title. You have Facebook installed. You have a picture with more than 4 people in it. You have a picture of you and a guy with no shirt on in your phone. You have Candy Crush installed as an application. You have a Lady Gaga song in your collection. You made a call after midnight. You have a black phone case. You have a picture of the graduate saved in your album. Your music collection, includes a song with ‘school’ in the title. You have more than 5 voicemails saved. You have YouTube as an application. You have Instagram as an application. You have Twitter as an application. You have Tumblr as an application. SnapChat is one of your applications. You have a Mike in your contact. You have a song with the word ‘money’ in the title.

[imhavingdreamsaboutaboy]

Monday 28 September, 2020

This dream started of with the four of us; Mia (his girlfriend), Josh (a friend), J (him) and me. Also, bear in mind that none of these people actually exist, they’re just made up in my head. 

So all four of us are at this event, I think it’s a wedding, and we go to the catering place. While we’re placing the order, I hear Mia tell J that they should go somewhere private. And then the chef askes us what we want, and I say “a extra large pizza.” Mia was about to complain but J is like it’s ‘okay, we’ll just eat together,’ and orders her a salad. Josh comes up to me, and he’s like “whatever you are doing stop.” and I just pretended not to hear him. 

But here is the thing, I didn’t do that because I was jealous. I wanted to spend more time with them. J and I have apparently been bestfriends for a long time, but since he got a girlfriend he is never around. And we were at a social event so I was like yeet, no romantic time for y’all, its friendship time. 

The chef gave the salad first, but Mia is like, “No dressing, I like the one J makes.”

So my boy is there mixing up different sauses for her salad dressing. The chef gives me my food, and I have a bite and say that it doesn’t taste that good or something. But something happens and the chef and I get into a fight, and no one backs me up. 

We end up not sitting together, and it’s just me by myself and Mia, J, Josh and this old lady sitting together. Mia and the lady are talking shit about me, and J sees that I am sad but doesn’t do anything. 

A bit later, the chef comes, or the head chef, idk, but he’s older. And he’s like, ‘You made me remember why I cook, and that he stopped being passionate about cooking for a long time, but hearing me say all that, made him want to prove me wrong.’

And then I start crying because literally everyone there was hating me for calling him out. None of them were sitting with me or talking to me, because they thought I was causing a fuss. I wasn’t a Karen, it wasn’t even a big argument or anything. 

Then after that, we’re going around and travelling to underwater schools. They’re showing us around, and I’m like ‘woah, I’ve only seen this on Disney Channel.’ lmao, I’ve never seen it on Disney though. And then J is like there is another underwater school and it’s much better. 

Apparently that was his primary. So we’re swimming to go there and it’s all colourful and nice. But then when you enter, there isn’t any water and you breath and walk normally. But you can’t walk because it’s like a tunnel/ obstacle course you gotta go through. 

By this point, I’m like okay, I am going to die, my lowkey claustophobia is kicking in. Luckily we make it to the end, but we can’t fit through the hole! 

J calls out for something, and a old man pulls out the tube so we all can get out, at this point, it’s just me, J and Josh who are there with the old man. 

The place was like a house on a farm; but it had like playareas and stuff. It was a daycare that the old man and his wife ran, but they lived there too. There was a little swing type of thing, and the old man tells J that people even bigger than him come to play on the zipline, like actual men, and I just laugh. 

We’re sitting and talking, and then I realise that the old man is actually J’s dad. I know, wow. 

And then, Mia and a few others walk in, including my family now. And they’re sitting on the couch, and I’m sitting in one of the playareas with a little girl who’s showing me stuff and J and his dad are by me. Then his two dogs come out, and I am terrified of dogs, no matter what size. 

One of them comes straight to me and it tries to bite my arm but nothing happens. It feels like it has no teeth and just gum ya know? and then it places its paws on my feet, and its nails are so fucking long they slit into my skin like injections, and then it takes its paw out and does it to my other feet. At this point I’m reaching for J and I’m like help. 

He doesn’t turn around at straight away, but the little girl notices and starts batting the puppy away. But I stop her from touching the puppy and I’m like no, I’m okay. J turns around and takes the pup away, and askes me if I’m okay. 

I say I am, I walk away, and I start bleeding. I try to hide it with tissues because i don’t want to cause any trouble. but then it starts bleeding so much that it starts to drip onto the floor, someone points it out, and when i lift my foot, there’s my footprint on the throw rug. 

I turn to J’s dad, and I’m like, “Omg I am so sorry!” 

He’s like its fine. 

But my dad is like, why weren’t you more careful? Don’t you have any brains? 

My sister is like why aren’t you wearing any shoes?

By this point, J has given be a whole tissue box and I’ve made like a lowkey cast around my feet so its not bleeding through anymore. 

I tell her that it’s someone’s house and she should not be wearing shoes in them, especially if the owner isn’t wearing any. 

And she’s like I didn’t know. 

And I’m like, “yeah but you saw our shoes when you entered.”

And she’s like, “I didn’t know it was a home.”

I’m like, “Okay if you didn’t know, you know now, go take it off.”

She says something, but before I can reply, J puts a hand on my shoulder to calm me down, and I stop. This fucker calmed me down so fucking quickly I was like omfg I am screwed. 

And then J’s mother and sister come in, and J introduces everyone to them. They meet Mia and they’re talking and stuff. And then they come to me, and J’s like this is ya girl. 

And J’s mum is like “Omg! I’ve heard so much about you!” And she’s talking to me like alot more than she did with Mia. She’s like how did you handle him for so long, and she thanked me for taking care of them. 

And then me, J’s mum and sister talked for a long time and i got along well with them. 

J is looking at me and I’m like smiling and tell him that I didn’t know that they knew me, and he points to the wall with a photo of me and him on it. And I’m like wow, I am important to them lol. 

At night, there is a little party. I think J is getting married or engaged in the coming few days so we’re celebrating. I am dancing with Cindy (his sister) and J comes and dances with us, and then leaves with Mia to dance with her. 

After a while, I am dancing with a cousin of his. We’re having a great time, jumping and laughing and stuff. J sees us and he brings Mia with him near us so all four of us are dancing, but J and I are mostly dancing with eachother. 

Honestly, something had shifted and I wasn’t sure what. J was being very attentive to me, and trying to be near me, idk.

But then Mia pulls him again, and they go away. 

Me and cousin are dancing again, and the cousin starts to touch me weirdly. I tell him to stop, and he’s like ‘What’s wrong? You do it with my cousin, and he’s getting married so why not me?’ 

And im like just shook, and I try to push him away, and I kinda do. 

But J comes in and pulls me away from him, and I just walk away. Cindy comes with me, and she tells me that J actually wanted to marry me, but their dad said no because I wasn’t on their level, or because I didn’t graduate from Hogwarts, but i think they meant Harvard or something. 

But Mia did, and their dad set it up and J was like why not. Cindy says that he still likes me but I don’t believe her. 

The next day, there is a wedding. Mia tells me its a white dress event because the bride is wearing black. I show up in a white dress, but no one else is wearing it. I don’t take of my coat even though its boiling. You can see the edge of the white dress and I’m so mortified. 

Then the reception starts and then someone lends me their dress, but its a club dress and it’s so short and stuff. The cousin tries again, and I push him off and run out to the pool. 

J comes there, and he’s like what are you wearing?”

“Someone told me it was a white dress event, and this was the only spare anyone had.” 

He gives you his coat, and you’re like “no thanks I’m good.”

He’s like, “I’m sorry about my cousin.”

“Do you know what he says to me? He says I should get with him now that you’re taken. Is that how people see us?” And you start crying. 

He puts his suit jacket over you and buttons it up. It covers more than the dress. 

“Come on, I’ll take you home.”

“What about Mia?”

“She’s got friends who can take her home.”

“No I’ll go by myself.” I take off the coat, hand it back to him and get up so ungracefully I end up flashing him my cleavage, and it gets kinda awkward. 

J comes from behind, puts his jacket on me one more time, holds my hand and says, “if you think I’m letting you go out at night trying to find you way back home in that dress, then you’re crazy.”

He takes me to Mia and tells her that he’s dropping me off. Mia looks at me like she’ll kill me and you understood her and looked away. 

And then my mum started being loud irl and i woke up and i don’t know what happened next. 

#I liked this one #the guy had the same feeling as the one from that one dream about Jeff