#corgi vase

[wellesleybooks]

Say yes to corgis! We love it when our books and gifts come together this magically.

#corgis #no thoughts just corgis #corgi vase #corgi pencil holder #gifts #dog lovers #Wellesley Books

[jamiesfootball]

one thing about me is i EXCEL at stupid ideas so! here is a Stupid Ask for your daily dopamine dosage.

post-s3, roy attempts to be A Good Coach and implements team bonding activities such as sunday board game nights. this has the unforeseen consequence of walking into the locker room monday morning to find moe and colin arguing over whether monopoly is True Capitalist Propaganda while sam sneaks jamie $200 from the bank to get out of jail next week.

This. This actually matches up well with a thing I introduce at the end of my post-season fic.

This bit is not from the post-season fic, but there are definitely some plot points I'm cribbing from it. Here have some nonsense:

There were pros and cons to the new wellness initiative in the locker room.

And 'Wellness Initiative' was the phrase they were using. Not 'show-and-tell', no matter how many times Trent suggested it. Although with how many goddamn talent shows Roy had been forced to sit through in the past weeks, the former-journo might have been onto something. For a team full of professional footballers, a lot of them had found the time to sharpen other talents.

The idea had been simple: at least once a week, they were going to sit around as a team, and they'd take turns picking a topic that had nothing to do with football.

'Share-and-tell' Beard had called it, and Roy had growled until Higgins erased the name from the whiteboard.

Books, movies, whatever song they had bleeding through their headphones in the weight room, Roy didn't care. For one hour a week, they were going to...God help him...bond as a team. Share. Communicate. Maintain the resplendent inter-team hivemind bullshit that got them so close to winning the whole damn thing the year before.

Even if Moe's lockpicking demonstration was a disturbing hour of his life that he'd never get back.

But keeping the team functioning as a team was only half of it. Truth of the matter was, it helped the little idiots to have an outlet, something to get them out of their heads for a bit so that Roy didn't end up hugging a crying player in the boot room every other week. Four times had been enough, thanks.

Colin, the second-time boot room offender, had cocked his head like a Welsh corgi and asked, "Would it be all right if I brought my piano?"

"The one that weighs 800 kilos and broke your mother's floorboards?"

The next week Colin showed up with a new electronic keyboard that did not weigh as much as a baby rhino. He spent his hour taking pop song requests.

"Do I have to do a book report?" Jamie asked defensively when his turn came around. The three weeks before his turn had gone to fucking book reports. Even Roy was desperate for a change up. When he reassured Jamie that he only had to talk about books if he'd actually read a book he fucking liked, the relief on the number-one little idiot's face had been immense.

Jamie showed up for his turn with playing cards, a case of poker chips, and a bouquet of roses. The lads spent the hour shouting about cheating, and after a surprisingly aggressive run of bluffs and flushes, Dani Rojas walked away with all the flowers.

While Roy was distracted by Dani, who lamented that now he would need to buy a florero for his flowers, and Jamie, who thought Roy's water bottle would make an excellent vase in the meantime, he completely missed the gleam in Sam's eye as the unassuming player shuffled the card decks back in order.

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Sam Obisanya was a fucking menace. One day Roy would retain this information.

Most days it was easy to forget. He had a calming effect on Jamie, who was less prone to biting when Sam was around. This made Jamie quieter, which made Isaac and Colin and Dani quieter, which gave the overall impression that things were peaceful in the locker room.

What Roy always forgot to add to the equation was that Jamie had the opposite effect on Sam, who on a normal day would never be found smiling like a post-canary cat while monopoly cards flew around the locker room like projectile weapons.

"I'm not paying you rent again, Cockburn!" Colin shouted.

"You keep landing on my square. It's not my fault you're bad at dice!"

"Bruv, quit throwing shit. It's my turn and I almost got all the railroads."

"The railroads are statistically the worst spaces to own; you know this, yes?"

"War is inevitable in a system where capitalism is dominant," Moe pointed out from where he sat lotus-style on the bench, abstaining from participating in the 'game of the exploiters.'

"Oi, Sam," Jamie whispered, sitting up a bit to tug at the edge of the other player's jumper. "While they're fightin', can you get me out of jail?"

Sam nodded at Dani, who flicked his hand in a way that spoke volumes on how he'd thrashed the team at poker. Two beige notes appeared in Sam's hand, and just as quickly disappeared into the collar of Jamie's shirt.

"Cheers," Jamie thanked him. He settled his head back down into Sam's lap, making himself cozy like a spoiled, cheating cat. "Never was any good at Monopoly."

Sam's smile was angelic, but his eyes glinted in a way that boded horribly for Roy's heart pressure. "Next time I can bring Settlers of Catan. Or Risk."

"Ooh. Risk. Should we team-up?"

Who knew Sam's talent would be putting Roy Kent in an early grave?

#writing snippet #loosely related to #[redacted title] post season three fic #ask box is always open #thank you for indulging me #roy kent #jamie tartt #sam obisanya #afc richmond

[dulcemaiden]

Lord Canopus, revealed

So, we have received confirmation in ch. 204 that Doll is Lord Canopus, as many in the fandom have theorized. I personally believed this too, not because Vega was most likely Layla/Al (and canopus was the only left), but because her personality fits with the japanese chart about blood type personalities. By now we know these canopus/Types B: Lizzie, Doll, Redmond, Lau, Bard, Wolfram, and all the corgi class students like Mabel and Ginny.

"Type B blood people are creative, cheerful, independent, laid-back, and adventurous. They are quick thinkers and spontaneous, as well as passionate and strong-willed. They do things at their own pace, and mostly end up going their own way because they are not good at follow orders, so they are known too as the "rule-breakers". They are honest and caring at heart, and make friends easily because they are loyal and non-pretentious. On the other hand, their negative traits include being “wild,” selfish, unforgiving, irresponsible and unpredictable. When type B blood people focus on something, they put their all into it, and they are unlikely to let go, even if the goal seems unachievable or impractical."

There are interesting things in the symbolism of canopus too:

Canopus was the helmsman of the Argo Navis, the ship of Jason and the Argonauts, who served King Menelaus. Canopus is described as a handsome young man who was loved by a egyptian prophetess, but never reciprocated her feelings. While visiting the Egyptian coast, Canopus was bitten by a serpent and died, and Menelaus then built a monument to his memory on the shore where this happened, around which the town of Canopus later grew up. In this town was worshipped the egiptian god Osiris, under a peculiar form: that of a vase with a human head. Osiris is a god who is in among other things, the Lord of the afterlife, the dead, resurrection and life in ancient Egyptian religion).

Osiris is the name of the group/company Undertaker was supposedly working with on his bizarre doll/resurrection project during the Campania arc. It is curious too the way Canopus died (it will implicate Doll's fate in the future?... although for now I see it unlikely).

About Doll's role in the plot, I don't think she will be killed (in this arc), because I think our Ciel will see her again, it would be a poor choice on Yana's part to reintroduce Doll just to kill her off so quickly, what would be the point then? And we still don't know why Undertaker revived her either. The "Stars" require a lot of work and huge amount of resources to function properly, and her blood type is rare (not as rare as Sirius but still rare), so why Undertaker gave her such preferential treatment is a mystery. I don't think he has revived her just to mortify OCiel, there must be another reason.

And some things start to make sense now, just at this part. I don't think the relationship between RCiel and Doll is good at all, since RCiel wouldn't tolerate someone who hold such a big grudge against his brother, and Doll wouldn't like the idea of dealing with the brother of the one who killed her and her family. So it makes sense not to mention Canopus as a candidate for his butler.

Besides, the butler of RCiel would need to be a fighter, and unlike Lizzie, strength in combat doesn't seem to be Doll's strong point, who also seems to be in a delicate state. Polaris fought AGNI and won, Layla(Al) almost beat Ronald if it wasn't for William's intervention, but Doll just walk and collapse? Like with RCiel, that could be because of a low blood supply.

What will happen now?

Regarding what will happen next, I was somehow expecting a confrontation between Doll and Finnian, but in her current state that seems impossible, since she probably can barely move, so the whole conflict will happen between Finny and Snake.

Doll is an important part of Snake's character. She is the first person who reached out for him, and in his memories she is the most prominent figure of his "circus family". The worst thing is that Snake has been serving loyally to the one who ordered her death, and him forgiving OCiel after finding out seems unlikely. There are inocent children involved too, so the situation is really complicated. It will all depends on what are Snake's priorities and loyalty, but I wonder if he will bear with the idea of killing Doll, I highly doubt it (I hope he and Finny save the kids though).

On the other hand, I expect Finnian not to die and return to OCiel and Sebastian, but he could learn from Doll the truth about Sebastian's nature. At first obviously not believing her words, but the seed of doubt would be planted, as he could remember Sebastian's strange behavior in the Emerald Witch arc. Finnian could confirm this later, causing a huge conflict between the servants and Sebastian, who would want to protect their master from him, and complicating things for our Ciel.

In addition, we must consider that Meyrin and Bard have already achieved 2 victories for OCiel, will this be the occasion where RCiel will win a game?

#lmao if undertaker revived doll because it was fun to him to have a bizarre doll named doll #kuroshitsuji #black butler #chapter 204 #analysis #doll #undertaker #snake #ciel phantomhive #finnian #elizabeth midford #edgar redmond #lau #bard #wolfram gelzer #mabel #ginny

[lostfirefly]

You are what my sins enclose, lust is not as creative as its discovery

Ok. boys and girls! I'm not confident in writing smut and this'is my firts attempl, so I'm liittle bit embarassed.

English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

Description: Buggy and Catherine live happily together in Cairo and they return home from the walk. Catherine made one mistake :)

Warnings: SFW + NSFW (smut, sex mention), MDNI.

Buggy x OC (from my "You've Got the Same Dream as Me" series).

Words: 1697

The title is taken from "She is My Sin" by Nightwish.

Taglist: @gingernut1314

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It was one of those warm evenings that Buggy and Catherine spent outside. They took long walks through the streets of Cairo, talking about everything. She listened to his stories and tried to figure out where the truth ended. Catherine loved the fact that he could always make her laugh, even if she was sad about nothing. He adored her for her loud, infectious laugh and lively personality.

They didn't get home very late.

"I'm crossing ice cream off my "You owe me" list. Thank you for this wonderful evening, my love. And for the flowers. Even though you stole that bouquet from outside the store. Put them in a vase, please.’ She sniffed the bouquet of red and blue daisies. “Well, I'm going to take a quick shower and then come back to you," Catherine stood up on her toes and pecked his red nose. 

"What about me? I want to take a shower too." Buggy took her hand, kissed it and winked.

"Nah-ah, you're not allowed with me! I remember how it ended last time. Someone misbehaved and now that someone is being punished.” She tsked playfully, grabbed a towel and closed the bathroom door.

While Catherine was showering, the endless "baby, you're taking it too long" and “I miss you” whinings reached her.

Finally the sound of the pouring water stopped.

“I opened a bottle of wine for you. Where are you?” Buggy’s voice came from somewhere on the couch. 

"I'll be there in a minute!”

“You'll have to excuse me, but I had to borrow your t-shirt, my favorite wasn't dr.. oh.. fuck it. I just wanted to take yours. I feel more comfortable in it.” Catherine came out of the bathroom wearing a wide white t-shirt with long grey sleeves and wide plaid pyjama pants. 

She quickly ran up to Buggy, who was sitting on the couch with a book, and kissed him on the cheek.

“Hey! I’m back.”

“Finally!”

"Oh, my poor baby boy. How did you survive ten minutes without me?” She made a pitiful face, looked into his green eyes, stroked his ponytailed hair and twirled it around her finger. “See? I put on the lovely corgi slippers you gave me. And I changed into biscuit trousers. Yay! Where's my wine?”

He pointed his finger in the direction of the bottle. Catherine gave him a quick “thank you, love you” kiss on his cheek and went over to the table. 

She took a bottle, sat down on the table, poured the wine and pulled out a box of biscuits. 

"So, what are we gonna do? Watch movies and drink wine like a couple of retirees?" she asked, sipping from the glass. 

Buggy stared at Catherine for a couple of minutes, “Wearing my shirt is unforgivable, you know?”. Then he slowly got up from the couch and walked towards her like a predator to its prey.

"What? What are you doing?" she raised one eyebrow. 

“Who? Me? Nothing,” he walked over to her and put his hands on her waist. "Look at you, sitting on the table, drinking wine. God, you're so beautiful." 

"Are you kidding me? I'm wearing biscuit trousers!" 

"I've got bad news for you, baby, you look beautiful in any outfit. And to your misfortune you have an amazing opportunity to turn me on from almost nothing."

"Well, bad luck for you then," she smiled, sipped her wine, set the glass down and reached for the box. "Do you want a cookie?" 

"I don’t give a shit about these damn cookies. I have the best dessert right under my nose," he pulled her closer to him, tilted his head and touched his lips to hers. She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss. He continued kissing her then slowly moved to her neck, leaving red lipstick marks on her skin. 

“No, no. It’s against the rules. Stop, please,” Catherine whispered softly.

He shook his head negatively, never stopping kissing her neck.

“Buggy, please.. Stop. Ple-e-ase.. Stop.. Ple~.. Oh, damn you, fucking clown. Don’t stop..” She wrapped her legs around his waist, hugged him tightly and ran her hand through his hair. 

"That's it, little one. I got you," he whispered into her ear and lifted her off the table. 

"I hate you. You little creep," she squinted into his eyes.

"Yes, I am, my cotton candy,” he kissed her again and carried her towards the bedroom.

“Wait, wait, wait.. I'll take off my slippers. I think it's too early for the puppies to see the upcoming show."

He opened the bedroom door with his back and set Catherine on the bed. He knelt in front of her, spreading her legs slightly.

"I'm covered in your lipstick now," she said faintly, running her thumb over his lips. 

"I don't give a fuck. Let Cairo and the whole world know you're mine." He took off her t-shirt and began peppering her neck and collarbone with kisses. 

He started moving his lips down to her stomach and legs. He carefully removed her pants and panties. He started kissing her inner thighs, definitely hoping to go a little higher.

"No, no, no,” Catherine grabbed his chin, “Nothing further until you let your hair down, you little rascal!"

“As you wish,” he took the rubber band off his hair and smiled wryly. 

“So. Much. Better.” She murmured and ran her hands through his hair. He leaned into the touch. “I love you so so much, my silly clown. Come here. Access is now granted”. 

She pulled him to her by his T-shirt. He chuckled, rose from the floor, moved to the bed and sat on his knees between her legs. She quickly took off her bra, his t-shirt and began unbelting his pants. He kissed her again and gently ran his fingers over her breasts and down her body.

"I’m so lucky, you know," he looked into her blue eyes and whispered against her lips, “Because.. your body, your lips.. it’s all mine”. He gently placed her back on the bed.

"Well.. technically, it's all mine," she wrapped her legs around his hips. 

"Shut up, please," he grinned, starting kissing her neck. He slowly moved to her breasts, pressed several quick kisses on them and nestled his lips against her nipples. 

She moaned softly, running her hands through his hair. “Please, Buggy…”

“Please what, my sweet cake?” He lifted his head and looked at her. 

“Please. Stop torturing me and take your pants off, asshole. I want you.” Catherine saw how something animalistic awakened in him.

He quickly removed his pants and underwear. He put one hand on her waist, the other on the bed to keep the balance and he slowly entered her inch by inch until he filled her up completely. 

"Yes. Just like that," she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer to her. 

“You feel so good, baby,” he bit her bottom lip.

His blue hair fell onto her arms and tickled her skin pleasantly. He nuzzled his head into her neck and began to move slowly. She felt as if a light discharge of electricity passed through her body with every movement he made.

"Are you okay?" He asked quietly, looking into her eyes.

"I'm perfectly fine.” She kissed him passionately. Her breathing grew heavier, while her moans grew stronger. 

Each of her whines made his movements more aggressive. She felt how his cock filled her completely. She clutched at his back, trying to pull him even closer. 

“Don’t stop, Buggy, Ple-a-ase, don’t stop. Just fuck me.. ye-a-ah...like this.” She felt her inner walls pulsing slightly around his length. His name and "don't stop" were the only words in her vocabulary. 

“Fuck..  So-o-o good, baby. Nobody has ever made me feel the way you do,” he groaned, grabbed her hand and started kissing her eagerly. Pushing into her more forcefully he moaned her name through the kiss as she started to raise her hips to meet his thrusts. 

She whimpered loudly as she felt his cock hit the special spot with every movement. 

“Too much, Buggy. But d-don’t stop, I’m beggi-ing you…,’ she arched her back and her breasts pressed against his chest. With her hands she pulled him closer and met his gaze.

“I fucking adore you,” he groaned and dug his fingers into her tights and sped up his pace. 

She felt his full length penetrating her inner walls again and again. 

"I'm so close, Buggy. Just a little more, pleas-e-e-e," tears appeared in her eyes.

“I'm gonna cum, baby.. Fuck. I’m gonna cum,'' he said growling and smashed his lips into her.  

“Just. O-o-ne.. Mo-re.. Ple~.. Litl~. One.. Yeaah..” Catherine moaned near his lips.

He gave a few more hard thrusts and lay on top of her, resting his head on her shoulder. She felt his heavy breath on her skin and every beat of his heart. Catherine kissed the top of his head, stroked his back with one hand and his hair with the other.

“F…k… I l..v..y..c..t..c,” he mumbled unintelligibly.

“What did you just say?” she asked with a slight laugh.

He raised his head, “I said I love you, my cotton candy.” He looked at her intently and kissed her lips softly.

“I love you too, my Buggy Bear”, she said, getting his wet hair out of his face and looking at his smudged makeup.

"Nothing changed. That's still a terrible nickname.” he laughed and rolled back on the bed. Catherine immediately curled up in a ball under his armpit. He wrapped his arms around her.

“I still don’t care. I love it. So, um... What are we gonna do next? You wanna lie in bed or watch a movie now?” she ran her finger through the blue hair on his chest and over his body,

“What movie? Oh, Cathie-pie, we're not done yet.” He detached his hand and started lowering it down to her legs. She glanced at him sideways. The obvious answer was in his eyes. 

"Damn you and your chop chop abilities."  

#one piece #buggy the clown #buggy x oc #oc character #buggy the clown x oc #buggy live action #buggy one piece #opla buggy the clown #buggy the clown smut #one piece smut #buggy x catherine #oc fanfiction #one piece live action #opla buggy x reader #buggy x female reader #buggy x you #buggy x reader #opla buggy the clown x you #opla buggy the clown x reader #buggy fic #one piece buggy #buggy the pirate #op buggy #opla buggy #buggy the clown x reader #buggy fanfiction #buggy the clown x you #one piece au

[everything-y-nothing]

MOODBOARD. In Bloom by @newtonsheffield

“How the hell did you end up on Kate Sharma’s Instagram?” Anthony looked up from his orchid kokedama, spray bottle held aloft, “Kate Sharma?” Daphne made an irritated noise in the back of her throat, sliding her phone across the countertop, “Kate Sharma. She’s kind of a huge deal—how do you not know this?” But Anthony wasn’t listening, he was staring down at Daphne’s phone, Instagram open, the bouquet he’d made for that woman staring back at him. Perched in a vase on a coffee table, a Corgi with his paws up on the table, nosing at them, a caption underneath: Bought the most beautiful flowers, from the most beautiful petal @bridgertonblooms in Notting Hill.

#kathony #kanthony #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #guess who just read ‘in bloom’? that’s right it’s me ya grl #fic rec #in bloom #newtonsheffield #moomin_94 #moodboard #my edit

[sellymarie]

happy holidays, it's been a crazy good and busy year but my year is nothing without you. here's a late gift to appreciate all we've been through and show my appreciation. hoping you're still around next holiday season. promise to be on time then and ship a bit earlier. much love, selena

for nick @notnickjcncs - shaving kit, wine & cheese, personal table, date night ideas, date night in ideas

for jisoo @kmjiscos - fluffy pillow, bracelet, tumbler, purse, vase

for seulgi @kvngsevlgi - purse, boba light, wine glasses, glowing gummy bears, sleep spray

for ross @rossyhq - funny kitchen towels, oven mitts, taco slippers, rainbow shoes, corgi butt pillow

for joey @joeykvng - scooter luggage, kazoo karaoke card game, bluetooth headphones, custom notebook, glass candy bowl

for miley @milcycyrus - bath bombs, date night dinner ideas, badass affirmations, vase, personalized mug (picture of us, sorry awsten)

for vanessa @queenvh - best friend messages, bestie mug, new rare beauty, hey girl hey card game, birthstone crystal set

for zac @zacharyefrons - breakfast sandwich maker, boss ross toaster, soap scratch off world map, mug warmer

for shay @shcymitchcll - bath pillow, yoga santa sweater, air fryer, skin care kit, luxury soaps, grilled cheese toaster

for maddie @petschmaddies - luxury soaps, rainbow bracelets, croissant light, raining men umbrella, mini waving guy

for louis @lw-tomlinson - bar book, must see movies poster, russian roulette drinking game, golf ball glasses, pizza blanket

for dove @famouslydove - new rare beauty, a box of your much needed moisturizer, personalized soap, mimosa sugar cubes, kisses in a jar

for lucy @hale-raiser - phone charm, sleep mask, fuzzy socks, necklace making kit, cleansing face mask

for taylor @tylrswfts - personalized keychain, cookie fries, ring, digital picture frames (includes pictures of us), polaroid camera

#gifts; my feelings are on fire #gifts; expressing my feelings for you #friends; got my chicas by my side #[ wanted to post on the 30th but i got busy so here we are ]

[cuzimmortal]

DOSSIER UNLOCKED :: PARK, MI-RAE

eyes that have seen the world through a stain colored glass window ;; looks of a pretty angel that hide mischievous thoughts ;; vulnerability hidden beneath layers of confidence and intelligence. 

— I’M AESTHETIC NOW I GET IT;;

quick look into current playlist :: little bird by jonas brothers, drama’ by aespa, i got you by twice ft lauv, morally gray by april jae, tattoo by loreen, arranca by becky g, mi ex tenia razon by karol g

as described by others :: music always playing on a speaker or headphones, twilight is when you come alive, always feeling cold even when everyone around you feels warm, untouched acoustic guitar that is just begging to be played, always have to coffee in the morning as part of a routine, a thin silver necklace with small sparrow charm dangling, lingering scent of smoke on your jean jacket, fake sunflowers in glittery vases, the ability to dazzle those around you and play the role perfectly, sarcasm was always your best friend, fiercely loyal until trust is broken, always having to be the loudest voice in the room even though has nothing to say.

— WANNA TAKE IT TO THE BASICS;;

NAME : mi-rae park

NICKNAME : mimi

AGE : 27, August 8th

GENDER IDENTITY : cis woman (she/her pronouns)

SEXUAL/ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : pansexual pan romantic

SPOKEN LANGUAGES : english, korean

WORK LIFE : employee at tiny tots, works on the side as a private tutor

POSITIVE TRAITS : charming, out-going, comedic

NEGATIVE TRAITS : sarcastic, blunt, dramatic

FACECLAIM : bae suzy

RELATIONSHIP STATUS : complicated, single.

FAMILY LIFE : only child. currently lives in Staten Island. has a white & black corgi named Miles. shares a 7 month old boy named Hendrix with PAOLO "PAULY" PARKER

— THE DEEP DEEP DEEPER WE GO;; (still have to add more)

Mi-Rae, or Mimi as she likes to go by, was born on a hot summer august day where it says to have rain just a bit that a rainbow came out for a few seconds, or at least that’s what her father told her growing up. Mimi grew up in Los Angeles, California living in a house with her father, a music teacher, and her grandmother. her own mother not in the picture after leaving the family and this making Mimi vow she'll never turn into her mother when she has her own family.

currently has a degree in early child development & child education after wanting to be a kindergarten/preschool teacher. after a meet up/hook up with Pauly at a party she ended up pregnant. she was all for being a single parent but decided not to. after their child was born, she began the search, finding him in New York after reading an article on his work, and making the decision to go look for him. She's been living here for about four months, using the time to get settle with her child: has a place at Havenwood Suites in Staten Island & getting a job at a daycare called Tiny Tots while also working as a private tutor.

TBA.

— FREE INFORMATION;; (DRINKING & SMOKING TW)

Personality wise, Mimi is your typical social butterfly who enjoys her job of working with kids. can talk your ear off about music like no other. is a secret music nerd having hidden in her closet an acoustic guitar that she hasn't touched in months. she is always down to party or going out for drinks just let her find a sitter first. has a few small tattoos scattered on her body. has a nasty habit of smoking but says she can quit anytime. enjoys reading all genres of books and listening to all types of music, using them as an escape when she needs to have her mind occupied. She can be a bit vain, maybe it comes with being an only child or the fact that everything has somehow always been in her favor. Mimi can be very blunt as she isn’t one to sugar coat things ( if you’re straight with her, she’ll be the same with you ). always longing to go on adventures.

Ships came natural to her, whether being able to make friends real easy or jumping straight into a relationship with someone. with friends, she’ll be loyal, the one to take care of you when sick, the one you should def call to bail you out of jail or if need a reference for a job. though the minute you cross her, its over between you both.

with love, she loves the idea of love to a fault, maybe it comes from listening to too many love songs or reading books but she loves the chase. once the fire dies down, she’ll either dip before it gets serious or does something dumb to mess it up. just know that once its over, she’s on to the next hot person she finds with thoughts in the back of one day finding something true.

— CAN I GET A CONNECTION;; 

filling PAOLO “PAULY” PARKER - BABY MAMA connection.

roommate wanted connection on the main.

RIDE OR DIE ( open to one ) ;; the bestie, the platonic soulmate, the one she would do anything for, maybe they have pet names for each other, etc. they are the best of friends and no one can tear them apart (maybe?).

CORNERSTONE/CONFIDENT ( open to a few ) ;; she always has her door open to anyone really. if someone ever needs a place to crash - no questions asked, they are welcomed as long as they don't mind a baby and a dog. or maybe they meet up to talk, eat or maybe no talking happens and they enjoy the company while each does their own thing. possibly also act as confidents for each other

EXES ( open to two ) ;; honestly, i just like exes. bonus points if there’s still tension and hook up but then regret it or if they’re just really good friends now with no tension at all. maybe they hook up here because tension is there. i love all options.

WILL THEY, WONT THEY ( open to one ) ;; essentially a flirtationship. no harm, no foul - is the mantra aka its all just easy fun. they flirt too much that others assume that they are dating, already dated, or are going to at some point. maybe even the idea has been on one of their mind but they are too good of friends to ever cross that line.

ONE (OR MORE) NIGHT STAND/ FLING ( open to many ) ;; one night, she was maybe a little bit down and needed something to pick her up. this worked. or maybe they met up at the bar or a party and it just happened. whether it’s turned into a regular thing or was just one night can be determined later. they could even be friends now.

OLD FRIENDS ( open to a few ) ;; maybe they were friends early in their lives from back in California or met when arriving in new york, but somehow, they fell apart. maybe she did something stupid and drove them away (could be fun for plotting purposes).

NEW FRIENDS ( open to a few ) ;; met when she arrived in new york. maybe are regulars at same coffee shop, going to the same gym, crossing the same path at the park she takes her child, etc. she just needs friends since arriving.

PARTY BUDDIES ( open to a few ) ;; she isn’t one to say no to a night of drinks and partying that leads to her regretting in the morning. just know she is ready for night 2 if they are prepared.

ENEMIES / FRENEMIES ( open to one ) ;; however these enemies/frenemies became known to each other can be determined later, but either way they dislike / hate / talk about each other behind their backs.

honestly anything else you can think of, i’m down for!!

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[blueheartedmayor]

Even though Oliver was unpredictable nowadays, he wouldn’t let a Damien go without a gift if he could help it. Quiet as he could be, the attorney sat down the small gifts on Damien’s at-home desk for him to see on his night end.

There was little box with a pen inside, a deep blue and black one that shined in the faint light of the office. Next to it was a gardenia placed in a clear glass vase, with a small tag to attribute the gifts to the time-traveling attorney the mayor met in passing.

Merry Christmas, Dames! —O. Ashcroft

@oliver-ashcroft-documents

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Christmas on a Sunday was a rotten day for a Mayor, as he was expected to attend events on Monday morning despite being at local events on Saturday. It meant that his plans to travel home were disrupted. A shame too, since everyone was meeting in his grandparents' house on that little farm. Apologies to his parents were dismissed - he can't be blamed for work being demanding at this time of year. Not every profession had the luxury of a few days off, as everyone knows.

He had been able to come up with alternates to make himself feel less guilty. He met Celine before she left to swap presents, and he made sure to video call during the afternoon so he could talk to his parents. Barnum was delighted to see his 'grandparents', going as far as sniffing the screen and smudging the camera.

Not only that, it would be a great excuse to catch up on cheesy Christmas movies following a long walk around the quiet city as evening set in. The corgi flopped on his new bed in the living area, while Damien went to find the lounge sweater Celine gave him in his room.

On the way back up the corridor, he noticed the door to his home office was open. As someone who had not step foot in there since Friday, it was setting off alarm bells. There was no sign of breaking and entry from either the front door or the balcony, and a lack of pink decorations meant it wasn't Wilford (again). He returned to his room, grabbed the cane for self-defense, and cautiously opened the study door.

Everything was the same as how he had left it. No books had been pulled off the shelf, no documents had been thrown in a blind flurry, nothing. Instead, there was a small box and a flower. Damien threw a glance behind him, as though expecting someone to appear, but he made a slow course to the desk when that didn't happen.

With the cane propped up against the desk, Damien gingerly opened the box (he wasn't a 'controversial' figure by any means, but you learn to be wary of unidentified objects in the world of politics). There wasn't anything dangerous, only a beautiful pen. It looked like it was encased in black, only for it to shimmer with a hint of blue when he lifted it up to examine it in the light from the corridor.

As for the plant? It looked familiar, but Damien couldn't put a name to it. The petals looked like they were crafted from paper and placed delicately on shrubbery. The tag, unfortunately, did little to ease the confusion.

" 'O. Ashcroft' ?" he murmured with a frown. Whoever they were, they had someone broken into an apartment to leave a gift. It was thoughtful, but concerning.

Knowing there was little else he could do to solve the mystery, Damien carried the plant out with him so it could sit on the counter in the kitchen. Maybe once the festive season had passed, he could try and undertake some research online.

#(I was intending to write something for him yesterday but.... eh) #(this will do as a 'what he was up to') #(at least a timeline anomaly won't really be missed in the grand scheme of things) #v; keeping the egos in check #on the tablet #oliverashcroftdocument #(apologies for vagueness. this Damien hasn't actually met Oliver. @.@; )

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[ecofinisher]

Four-legged protector (Sims one-shot)

Summary: Dogs are incredible little companions. The mixed breed's devotion to guard the mother-to-be is notable. Even towards the own father....

River stood in front of an easel looking at a painting, she had made, which was a vase with pink orchids standing out of the object. River smiled with pride at the painting, then heard something drop on the ground to see the brush, she had placed over the hold in front of the easel had fallen down, making her grunt. River slowly moved her feet aside going down into a squat carefully. River placed her hand on the side of the easel. River took a small breath and reached the brush with her hand. Currently, River's pregnant and has a large, round belly now, which prevents her to move the ways she was used to. She was expecting her first baby and was in the 5th month of her pregnancy. Her pens at work was reduced due to it down to 50%, which still allowed her to do her job as well as she could. Despite having gotten the offer from her boss, that she could do paperwork instead to prevent her from standing all too long. Despite appreciating the goodness of the man, she preferred to do her part of the job and when necessary, she would mention if she would like to change in order to not overstrain herself. With the time, River got to handle daily issues with the extra weight of her future child. Still, she’s very grateful for every hand she gets when needed.

River slowly approached the brush with her hand, then moved up to place it on the hold from the easel and checked the hold under the canvas to make sure it was fastened. Afterward, she left the balcony, crossing the corridor to walk the stairs down calmly to not force herself too much.

Downstairs she passed through the hall to get into the living room and sat down on the couch, leaning her back vertically against it. River inhaled placing her hands over her belly, beginning to caress it gently. River smiled holding her palm over a side of her belly, believing to sense a little kicking inside her.

On the other side of the couch lied the remote controller of the television, afterward River stretched her arm to grab it and turned the TV on to show a buff lady dancing among donkeys, while the background had a funky pop song in it. River opened the teletext to see, she was on a music channel, that had been showing the decade’s most famous music from animation movies. She switched back to see the ranking of the songs, not minding what to see at that moment.

Beside the stairs was a small, pet bed with a cushion on it with a medium-sized dog lying on it. The Welsh Corgi-Shiba hybrid raised her head up to look at the couch to spot her owner sitting on the couch, afterward she got up to walk at the couch, then glimpse up at her owner, that was looking at the TV screen. The dog wagged with her tail admiring the woman, then approached the woman and placed her paws on the couch beside the woman, still glued with her eyes to the human.

River noticed the dog on the ground looking at her while wagging the tail, afterward stuck the tongue out to pant making River smile and clap with the hand on the couch.

“Hey Maro. You’re awake?” Questioned River watching the dog stretch herself while standing on her hind legs on the ground, afterward she jumped up on the couch to look at her owner, which smiled and caressed the dog on her head between the spiked ears. River scratched the girl by the side of the ear, watching her pant and tap with the hindleg, making River smile enchanted by the dog’s deed. “Yes, I know you love that,” Commented River, afterward the dog shook her head and began to sniff on the belly of the woman. River observed the dog run the nose over the shirt, then stepped on the legs of the woman to continue analyzing the belly curiously. River smiled interested at the dog’s behavior, then watched it lie down her chin over the belly rolling her eyes up at the woman and wagged her tail.

“In a few months, you’ll get to know her,” Promised River patting the dog on the head. Maro kept her eyes focused on her owner, then began to scent above the belly of the woman again, which chuckled. “Did you feel something too?” Questioned River moving her hand above the belly watching the dog move her nose towards the point in front of her finger. Maro began to lick there on the shirt, making River chuckle. “Alright, you don’t have to wet my shirt,” Warned River watching the dog happily lick the part of the shirt. River shook her head amused at the dog’s joy.

The house door opened up, causing Maro to move her head up curious to watch the door move back, then gave out a bark to alarm the unknown person coming from behind the door.

“It’s just me, Maro,” Warned the man at the entrance, revealed to be Parker Langerak, the life partner of River.

“She just got here and felt Ruby kicking,” Commented the brunette watching the man close the door and passed behind the couch to give River a kiss on her cheek, then hang his backpack by the leash on the edge of the railing of the stairs. After that, he went around the couch and got on his knees to approach the belly of his wife.

“Daddy’s back!” Spoke Parker about to go kiss the baby bump, afterward he shrieked as Maro menaced him with her growling. “Whoa….what’s going on, little girl?” Questioned Parker looking at the dog showing off her teeth at her owner.

“Maro actually was curious after feeling it kicking,” Mentioned River making wide his eyes glad.

“Really?” Asked Parker making the brunette nod, afterward he moved his left hand carefully toward’s the woman’s belly, then got warned by the dog’s growl. Parker looked at Maro watching his hand approach the belly, then the dog flinched loud shrieking Parker, who thought the dog was about to bite him, but she just leaped at the side of the woman to shoo the man off. “Hey, I just want to say hello,”

Maro kept barking at the young adult, which was down on his knees by the sofa. Parker slowly moved his hand again, watching the dog jump at his hand to shoo him away, then Parker chuckled beginning to find the situation amusing. “Can I say hello?” Asked Parker playfully moving his arm above the dog, causing it to bark louder. River began to laugh at the two, watching Parker move one arm after the other to watch the dog instinctively stay on guard for her owner.

Parker, while cackling moved his finger around the face of the dog, which followed it with the eyes, trying to distract it. Afterward, Parker used his other hand to place it over River’s belly, afterward Maro grabbed Parker by the jacket to try to push him off the baby bump.

“Oh River look at her,” The raven-haired spoke as he saw the dog had bitten on the jacket to force him off her belly.

River laughed out loud at, what happened afterward Parker pulled his arm back, while the dog let go of the jacket and the dog walked above the woman’s legs to climb up on the belly, adjusting her own over the bump and lolled out her own paws, to give protection.

“Now that’s adorable,” Confessed Parker seeing the mixed breed over the belly, then took out his cellphone to take a picture. Afterward he got up to take another one, where River would be on it. “We gotta send this to our parents,” Mentioned Parker making the brunette nod, which observed the husband using the cellphone to take a picture of her. He sat down beside the woman to show her the image he took earning a nod from her.

“You know, I believe since the start of the pregnancy, Maro has shown to be overprotective over me. It’s amazing how she can feel that,” Commented River placing her hand over Maro’s back to caress her. Parker looked at the dog, which rolled her eyes at the human, which grinned at the animal and it growled softly warning the owner to not move. River chuckled as well, then moved her face a little closer to the dog.

“He’s not going to hurt me, Maro,” Mentioned River seeing the dog still remain in the same position from before. River chuckled grabbing the dog gently and held her beside her waistline, seeing the dog eye the baby bump. “Look, he won’t hurt me. Do you trust me?” Questioned River, then the dog eyed Parker place his hand over the belly to sense it grumbling quietly. Maro growled again, afterward she titled her head as she heard with her sensitive ears the grumble from the owner grumble.

"You heard it too?" Questioned River, then got licked on the face making the adult chuckle.

“I think I heard out little girl,” Mentioned Parker leaning his head down at the belly to listen to the noise.

“Actually, I’m just hungry again,” Commented River watching the husband lean his ear on the belly, afterward she placed her free hand over his head. “It’s pretty crazy. I ate a melon slice about an hour ago and I ate lunch at one with my mom at Hogan’s,”

“Perhaps it wasn’t enough for our Ruby,” Commented Parker making the woman chuckle and nod. “There is something else I’m hearing right now,” Commented Parker as his wife was passing her hand throught his short hair.

“What exaclty?,” Questioned the brunette, then at that short point of distraction Maro jumped above Parker’s head to land on his back, then shove her snout down trying to convince Parker to get up by nudging him.

“Now you’re convinced, aren’t ya?” Questioned the green-eyed man looking at the dog, which scented his closeness and stuck its tongue out to lick the man’s cupid bow watching him sat up and pass his hand in front of his mouth disgusted by the sense of the sticky tongue.

“Hey anywhere, but here,” Ordered Parker watching Maro lie beside the woman to protect her once again. “Well, you’re a very good dog Maro. You’ll get a biscuit for that. What do you think? You need one?” Questioned Parker getting playfully with his voice watching Maro stand up wagging her tail. “Up to the kitchen!” Ordered Parker watching the dog jump over the lean of the couch to race into the kitchen making Parker chuckle, then observed River chuckling as well.

“You’re hungry as well, right?” Questioned Parker making the brunette nod. “What about waffles or pancakes? I’m kind of starving,”

“Pancakes would be nice….If we’re planning to do more, perhaps a couple of them would be good as well. So we can keep the rest for the evening,”

“Alright and jam or chocolate is alright? I don’t think we have white chocolate like last time,” Mentioned Parker remembering a strange combination he had done a while ago, when River was dealing with moodswings.

“Jam is fine,” Responded River slowly get up from the couch, then Parker held out his hand to aid her.

“Where you going?” Questioned Parker as he helped her up.

“I’m going to help you,” Offered River. “Don’t worry, I’ll stop, when it’s too much for me, I promise,” Responded River making Parker nod, then heard Maro bark, while standing in front of a counter waiting for her biscuit, then River chuckled.

“Right, we promised her something,” Commented River making Parker nod and guide her along to the kitchen, where their family dog had been awaiting them for a while.

#the sims #the sims 3 #the sims 4 #ecofinisher #ecofinisherfanfics #river mcirish #parker langerak #bruh Langerak is actually a fjord in real life #if River gets that last name she will have water-inspired names xD #I'm sorry for spamming

[carmencitawolf]

Valentine’s Day specials Part I #pottery #potterystudio #ceramica #corgi #dachshund #cats #kittens #heart #hearts #vase #allseeingeye #magical #trinkets #valentines #loveislove #love #amor #sanvalentin #sanvalentín (en Taller de Ceramica Mantarraya) https://www.instagram.com/p/CKXeMqVjDUU/?igshid=iu89x9xvu7fd

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[calpops]

the secret trail | c.h.

A secret trail brings dandelion wishes and songs about love.

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Sunset comes in hazy rose gold and deepening purple. Calum stares out at the shining water from his perch on a rock, she sits just below him, knees pulled up to her chest and Duke at her side. His guitar is abandoned, settled against the trunk of a tree and her sketchbook lays in the wilting grass off to the side. Any pretenses of doing work had fallen away. The secret trail beside the mountains has given them a sliver of solace. It’s silent save for the whistling of wind through the trees and the soft lapping of water against rocks.

She leans back and turns, head now in his lap where his hands can brush through her hair. Duke lets out a small noise but stays idly by her side. Calum knows they should get going soon, the trip through the trail in complete dark will not be ideal. But he hasn’t the heart to break the serenity that’s captured her so. They took their time to get there; stopping to blow on dandelions and make wishes, to take pictures and pluck blooming flowers for a vase back at home. He just wants to revel in their new private spot a while longer.

“I told you there was a trail,” she mumbled softly, too content with the affection Calum gives her to have any sarcastic bite or undertone of victory in her words. It’s merely a fact that she stares. “You should listen to me more often.”

Calum laughs and leans down to kiss the top of her head.

“I always listen to you, sunshine,” he promises and adjusts when she stands up, places herself properly in his lap with legs straddling his waist and a pout on her petaled lips. She lets out a small breath.

“Yeah?” she asks teasingly and bats her eyelashes, inches closer just a bit and brushes her lips against his. “And I wanna listen to that song you’ve been writing for days now.”

“Right now?” Calum asks, eyebrows shooting up in question at her request. She nods, just a small tilt to her head in answer. He bites his lips but copies her nod and gently squeezes her hips.

She stands and though he wishes she was back in his hold she hands him his guitar instead. Her patient but excited smile shoots nerves through him. He’s played for her a million times but it never fails to make his heart beat a little faster and warm him from the inside out. She dips down to pick up Duke as she waits for Calum to begin. He plays a few cursory strums and clears his throat. He’s had the words in his head and heart and written down on paper for days now. It was the music he was missing. But with time under the stars and headed for sunsets Calum finally found inspiration in the glimmer of her eyes and the soft whispers of her voice in the night.

“It’s a little rough,” he admits and feels a blush capture his cheeks. Her never ending ability to make him flustered, even after years together, making her grin a little wider.

She and Duke stand with rapt attention on him. The old dog’s ears perked up at the first note of the song. Calum’s hands are deft and gentle on the old instrument as the song picks up and his lover’s eyes stay on him. He’s warmer than the sunset glazing him in gold, his small audience gives him more attention and praise with silent reactions than a screaming crowd of thousands ever could. She’s already smiling by the time the first word graces his lips and rolls off his tongue. He’s always told her that her name sounds like a song and now she hears it in harmony with the guitar.

It comes to a soft close after a great crescendo, his music echoing around the world in a way that fame could never make it. Instead of cheers from a crowd Calum looks up to find her gently making Duke’s paws come together in tiny claps. He laughs and shakes his head, curls mussed and in his face as he abandons the guitar again and instead takes the two of them in his arms.

“What’d you think?” Calum questions though he’s sure he already knows the answer. From the demure grin cut across her face that sparkles her eyes to the warmth of her cheeks under his fingertips.

“I loved it.” She pressed forward and closes the minuscule distance between them. Gives him a fleeting and chaste kiss under the sunset before pulling away to let the golden tones wash over them. “Almost as much as I love you,” she continues and pauses, her gaze cutting down to Duke in her arms. “This guy on the other hand. Well, he’s a much tougher critic than me, you know.”

“Is that right?” Calum asks around a laugh and ruffles the old dog’s ears in tandem with slinking his other hand down her arm to interlock their fingers. “Should’ve been about cookies and walks, huh?”

She nods and bounces Duke lightly in her arms to make it seem as if he’s nodding too. His head bobs lightly and he sticks his tongue out as he starts to pant lightly. It’s as if he knows the conversation and agrees that walks and cookies far outweighs the lyricism of love that Calum produced.

“And barking at birds and the wind,” she supplies and kisses the top of Duke’s head before setting his back down on the ground. “But I think it’s your best one yet, if that’s not too conceited to say.” Her eyebrows arch and a crooked smirk replaces her smile. “But I’m not sure a song filled with my name will sell real well to the general population.”

“This one’s just for you,” Calum assures.

Selling songs comes second to the way his words make her sway and swoon. He’d write a million he couldn’t sell if it meant she found a semblance of happiness and he could make her warm without sunlight or touch; just the sound of his voice making her skin simmer and come ablaze.

“And tomorrow I’ll paint something just for you,” she promises. “Once we leave for the coast.”

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[peachbearies]

Pussy Fairy. E.Jaeger

𑁍┊synopsis: something about y/n with pink glittery eyeshadow made him go feral, now all he wants to do all day is lay in between her thighs.

𑁍┊Genre(s): Smut

𑁍┊Pairing: aged up(21)!Eren X F! Reader

𑁍┊Warning(s): Face Sitting, Overstimulation, praise kink, fingering, body worship, hair pulling, squirting, minimal spanking, dom! eren modern au eren.

𑁍┊Proofread: Yes / No. (to my best abilities)

Eren asked y/n to hang out with his friends, just an infrequent hangout he reckoned, he didn’t think something so modest would make him so fragile in his knees. Y/n was sitting at her vanity feeling empirical she grabbed her favorite eyeshadow palette along with her pressed glitter, getting an inspo from a fairy core post on her timeline she concluded to imitate this look. A delicate pink glittery eyeshadow look paired with soft peachy blush from cheek to cheek, soft orange highlight on her nose, and cheekbones. Eren was trying to contain himself when she got in his car smelling like sunflowers and clementines, so simple but effective.

Eren was at an expense for utterances. Y/n chuckles before pecking his lips “what happened love?” eren positions his hands firmly around her inner thigh “you” is his straightforward alibi “me? Did I do something wrong? Is my outfit not okay?” y/n started to become subconscious, but that's not what eren denoted, quite the contrary actually “no, you look intangible darling you eternally do, just this reliance of you trying new things has my heart scampering like when we first kissed” saying no more he puts the car in drive to meet Armin and the rest of his friends at an arcade.

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Once they made it to the arcade, Armin told them to just walk in they've paid for their cards with fully loaded chips on them, eren holding her hand tightly kissed her knuckles as they walk to find his friends. Y/n was only close to two of his friends and those are the ones he mainly hangs with. Armin and Mikasa. In the beginning, she thought Mikasa hated the idea of her hanging with eren, but come to the realization she was just overprotective of his wellbeing. Sliding in the booth eren throw his arm around her snuggling her close to him.

Whenever they would hang out with a group of his friends he knew how anxious she would get and always kept a hand on her to remind her he's there and that nothing will hurt her. “You guys came later! Was eren taking too long to get dressed?” jean poked fun at him.

Their relationship was always fun to watch. It was either they cursed and quite literally fought each other, or they were giving tough advice and playing like competitive brothers. Eren scrunched his eyebrows giving jean a cut-throat stare to which jean chuckled ���quite the opposite” y/n answered “I was doing my makeup” Jean looked back at her giving off a genuine smile “it looks good, you look like a fairy” smiling y/n informs him that's the look she was going for eren removed his arm from her shoulder to go get a drink.

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The emotion in his head was making him dizzy he felt jealous, lust, love everything all at once like a booster shot. His mind was shortly interrupted by a hug around his waist, the aroma clouded his mind yet again. “Hey darling” he expressed, using his two fingers to remove the hair from her lipgloss. “Hi! Baby” she smiled eren was caressing her face so delicately as if she was a glass vase. She was perfect in his eyes compared to the shit he's done in the past, she's innocent like a bunny.

But she's changed him for the better, grabbing her hand he twirls her around seeing her skirt follow in sync with her body the combat boots she wore with the lace socks popping out the blue glitter-laced tank top she was stunning today. Eren dipped his head into her neck leaving soft wet kisses onto her now burning skin, her fingers petting through his long chocolate locks. “I love you” eren repeats on his skin “I love you too” his emerald eyes sparkling under the led lights of the arcade. Eren forgot about the beverage he ordered until it was sat right in front of him.

“What did you get?” she asked, eren sips his drink trying to remember what he ordered under impulses “I think I ordered a jolly rancher drink, with vodka” she looked up at him as he tried a few more sips to conjure his memory. “Yeah, that's what it is” she tried to grab the straw to taste but eren just kissed her lips over and over.

“That's all you get to taste I'm not letting you drink” eren smirks when he sees her pout face, with his free hand he grabs hers telling her to lead them to the game she wants to play. Seeing a ghostbusters game she drags him in the booth. He loved the excitement on her face it meant he was doing an amazing job has a boyfriend and a friend to her, and that's all he ever wanted. “Baby, this is my favorite game, I used to play this all-time mainly by myself cause my old friends didn't like this game” Eren's blood started to boil at the mention of her old friends.

They were toxic, but y/n wanted to see the good in people even though it was hurting her deep inside. Eren couldn't sit and watch them destroy the person he loved, even though they were friends at the time. “Your old friends were walking disappointments, dare to look down upon someone else when they're no better” cupping his cheeks in one hand, she kissed him softly before softly tugging his lips between her teeth. Though he knew she meant it innocently to calm him down, it made him wanna swerve on the highway to get home.

“Calm down babe, I know you hate hearing about them, but trust me I'm happy with y'all” her smile gave eren goosebumps, every time he saw that smile he thought to himself ‘is it humanly possible to fall deeper in love? Even though you're wrapped around their finger?” eren kissed her forehead in response. “Cmon get ready for us to win” his competitive voice commended.

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After winning the ghostbusters game, here they were at a claw machine where eren was determined to getting y/n a plushie. “You know you don't have to right?” she reminded him but everyone knew, with eren video games and arcades meant competition in his mind. Even when he was courting y/n it was a competition in being a better person for her, changing his old ways. To stop drinking so much, missing out on college parties even though she told him he could. He loved her and wanted to be the best boyfriend he could. Watching as the claw landed on top of the smiling corgi with a strawberry hat on she gasped when it was dropped into the box.

“I remember you wanting this from last time we came here” smiling she stands on her toes to kiss him softly. “Thank you, baby” after all the fun was done y/n was sitting on Eren's lap in the booth while they ate nachos. Jean looked over Eren's shoulder to see an old friend of theirs also known as y/n’s ex. But eren was too busy talking about his college class with Armin. But y/n had a keen eye so she followed his and landed on the source, she knew better than to let eren find out so she turned back which caused eren to caress her thigh over his large hand. “Something the matter love?” he asks her “no baby, I just saw a motorcycle game that looked cool, but I'm getting tired now” she started picking the piece of cotton from his shirt out of his hair.

“Yeah me too, let's go home y'all” jean suggests, they all begin walking out of the arcade bidding goodbyes to everyone just what she was avoiding her ex parked right next to Eren's car. She looked up at him but his eyes were burning holes in his chest and her ex wasn't backing down either. “Hello, eren and y/n, you look beautiful y/n why didn't you dress like that when we were together?” he questioned, eren gave him a sharp knife gaze to which her ex chuckled.

“Take it easy, I can't compliment her? Is that a crime?” he jokes eren smugly leaned against his car and across his chest “no, but to watch you suffer I'd gladly catch a case” his devilish smirk cascaded across his face. Her ex started to tremble at the expression on her boyfriend's face y/n grabbed his hand “can we go home?” she asked politely “yeah, let's go home dear” the aggression in his voice sent rivers in between her legs and shivers down her spine. Opening the door for y/n she got in after letting out a soft sigh, ‘how long was I holding my breath?’ she thought to herself.

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Eren cranked up the car placing his hand on her inner thigh, but close to her weak spot, she didn't say anything just thinking maybe he was doing it by accident, but she didn't mind either. She was comfortable with eren she trusted him. His fingers slowly crawled up her thigh to the waistband, of her panties snapping them across her warm skin his fingers were frigid against hers, a low gasp left her lips when his fingers slipped into her fabric as two of them disappeared into her slit. Her eyes lolling back before he's done anything. “You know how patient I've been?” eren mumbles, y/n looks at him in utter confusion, all she could see was his firm sculptured jawline, the stubbles from his beard coming back.

“Since you came out that house, wearing this beautiful outfit, and your elegant makeup, I wanted to cancel on them and drag you right back into the house” removing his hand from her needy core he spreads her legs open with his free hand, before removing her panties and throwing them in the back seat. Her wet core exposed to the cold air made her squirm to feel anything as if eren could read her mind his index finger slid up and down her core feeling her walls clench in anticipation. “Pretty girl, got all dressed up you look so lovely, dress like this more often and ill reward you hm?” eren pinched her clit between his two fingers making her body twitch the gasp in her throat quickly turned into an air pocket. “You're so beautiful my dear, you want these fingers inside of you?”

“Please?” y/n begged, without further ado, he preps his two fingers coated in her lubrication before sliding them into her needy hole. Her short gasp fueling his desire for her. “Look at you, baby, a beautiful mess for me” eren looks in her direction at the red light to further pound her with his fingers, the palm of his hand slamming against her clit “faster..” she begs her body heat getting warmer by the second “your wish is my command babygirl” eren knew what he was doing saying that word. It was her weakness, eren sped up his fingers as he curled them inside her sloppy hole. The broken syllabus of her saying Eren's name, seeing her squirm next to him fueled him, even more, to just get home fast.

“Eren—I'm coming” her legs were shaking too close but eren pulled out followed by her whine, his glossed fingers smack her inner thigh “keep them open for me pretty girl hm?” he placed his fingers on her tongue as she sucked her flavor off his finger. “Okay,” she whines “good girl” eren praises her. His fingers engulf back into her hole the tender buzzing between her legs resurfaced and she was on edge again. Eren was fingering her faster than he was a moment ago, his left hand gripping the steering wheel as he speeds home to ravish her. “Fuck—” she whispered “you're going to come for me princess?” he asked, she whimpered a small yes feeling her legs trembling to his touch.

“Come for me beautiful” eren decrees, her body shuttered under the drastic sentiment of his fingers coddled inside of her. She couldn't keep her eyes open due to the shock going through her body. His fingers swiped her clit left and right to procure another orgasm out of her, her whimpers twisted into short pants brandishing his wrist with both of her hands after riding out her second orgasm he discarded his hands from her pulsing clit and walloped her essence off his fingers, her legs fastening right after. “Taste as good as you look, princess, you did well for me” smiling at her broken form he just couldn't wait to ravish her at home.

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Getting home eren wasted no time holding her over his shoulders making her giggle at how needy he is for her. Getting a vigorous glimpse at his leather seats they were lustrous but he didnt have the time or thought to do anything, that all she had to do was wear glittery eyeshadow to get him pungent and irked. Throwing his metallic keys in the receptacle he kicked off his shoes and omitted hers simultaneously. “I love you, you know that?” Eren murmurs before positioning her on the bed “yeah, and I love you more” he cupped her face as their inflamed lips adjoined for each other her nails stroking his stern arms before coiling them in his chocolate locks, strands of his hair mashing against her forehead making her smile into their fervent session. “You’re perfect” Eren mumbles in her neck, vacating humid elegant kisses on her susceptible skin, the forlorn pants and stubble weakness for attention made him sneer against her skin.

His fingers draped around her throat holding her in place as his lips suck softly on his skin, Eren wasn’t an aficionado of hickies, but he did cherish to give soft bites and pulls from his lips on her skin, every time he did it gave her goosebumps. His free hand floundering to get her bra off he latched it off in a matter of seconds, he enables her out of her clothes the nimble air blowing on her body as he clasped his hoodie from the peripheries and over his head. Y/n was enthralled by his sculpted body, his abs defined all the way down to his v-line. “See something you relish princess?” His tongue cascade against his lower lip. “I see something I love” Eren grins “you’re cute” grabbing her by the ankles he heaved her towards the edge of the bed both of her legs upon his shoulder.

Frittering no time Eren hauled his tongue up her folds teasing her, while her head inundated in the pillow reaching out for his hands. Clutching her hand into his, while his tongue swirled around her folds already feeling unstable. Eren invariably said he could devour her for weeks and would never get depleted, now he was eating like he was famished weaving his tongue between her folds his green eyes looked Into her eyes with ardor and fascination, her legs coercing to close when he altered the pattern of his tongue to quick flicks.

She strived to say his name but was ceased by his lips engulfing her clit as he executed zigzags her mouth agape for seconds before she divulged all down his chin fidgeting for something to mellow her down. Eren wasn’t going to let her run away from her fourth orgasm so he dragged her in closer and inserted his fingers into her slowly. “Good girl princess” he gripes across her thighs, sweet kisses to her trembling thighs made him smile, hoisting his head up his fingers swirl inside of her repeatedly peaking at her g-spot. “Going to give me another one princess? Or better yet how about I make you squirt hm?” His eyes drifted darker, they were no longer a sour apple, they resemble the pine trees. “I can’t—“ she smothered grabbing his wrist with both of her hands.

She could feel the knot expanding in her stomach the pressure and feeling to squirt all over his hand along with the overstimulation made her shiver to the touch. “Yes, you can beautiful” Eren cupped her face in his free hand placing endearments on her lips and crown of her head. “Let me see that luxurious face as you soak up the sheets, let daddy discover it baby” his free hand encircled around her neck adding no pressure just to hold her in place. The tones of his palm slapping against her throbbing weak spot. Her pants were getting abrupter and tighter but her moans enhanced almost screaming out Eren's name and some mishandled cursed words. Her liquid soaking up Eren's v-line and mattress.

“Look at you, baby you’re so stunning darling” her drowsy face as her eyes started to cross, as she could see through her hooded eyelashes was Eren coming to land soft kisses on her forehead. Her body felt paralyzed she never knew she could do that. And Eren was the only one to get her to do it. She senses the weight of the bed sink next to her grinning she whirls over, solely to maintain his hand on her midriff and her thighs by his ears. Her hand striking the headboard for support, she didn’t know what he was doing candidly she thought he was complacent, not announcing she wasn't.

He pulled her waist sitting her down on his face, his tongue grazed over her folds making her twinge, “Eren..” she let out desperately “I may suffocate you” she weakly notified him, all distress left her mind once his hand clashed with her ass. Biting her lower lip she sat on his face thoroughly as he rumbled in happiness. She snickered at how much he’s enjoying this, it’s something new for the both of them. Trudging her folds on his tongue she glimpsed down at him seeing the fulfillment in his eyes she extracted the fringes of his hair from his glossy forehead. The traction drove her eccentric she needed more from him, placing his fingers on her bud he stimulated her at the pace she was moving. Which made her more frantic.

Her head lolled back desperately wanting more, she sped up for rhythm as Eren followed in pursuit, becoming greedy with his touch, she was approaching her now fifth? Sixth? Orgasm? She lost count after she left the car. Her forehead firmly pressed against the headboard has she comes undone. Eren cleaned her like a dinner plate he didn’t want any of her Essences to drop. Helping her up he lays her on her stomach, perching her ass up to him. He knew this would ultimately destroy her after they were through but he didn’t care.

She looked beautiful today. His tip taunting her entrance she moaned for him, “I hear you babygirl” his hand collided with her ass leaving a stubble print, her fingers grabbed purchase of the sheets when he rammed himself in without reluctance her toes spiraling until she fully adjusted to his expanse. Sex with Eren was either arduous or delicate, with no in-between. “Look at you taking all of me, lovely girl” fastening his hands around her waist the pitches of his low wails made her clench around him, his waistline hitting against her. She was a whimpering predicament underneath him as he demolished her for what felt like the tenth time.

Skin to skin colliding with the mixture of Eren's dirty talk, and her soft moans she tried to comprise, Eren wanted her to be loud, damn what their neighbors said he wanted to give it to her till she couldn’t fight it. “Cmon baby, utilize your words” he roared at her through his clenched cheeks, the repulse of his body denouncing against her as he continued to ravage her, “let me and the neighborhood hear those delightful little moans” he grabbed her hair placing her head on his shoulder for support as he placed delicate kisses upon her forehead. He slowly placed her back on the bed before he completely drilled her endlessly, she was now on the horizon of crying out his name out, her moans were boisterous than before, if someone didn’t know better they would’ve thought she was shouting for aid.

“Atta girl” Eren facilitated her, her body was simmering as the beads of sweat crept down her shoulder and onto the bed, he adored that face she makes when he ignites her into subspace, he hoists her fully one time holding his length inside of her, she gasped for air as her body started shuddering at the pressure. “Fuck..” was all she could let out as she came undone.“Pretty girl, you’d let me know if I’m being too harsh right?” Eren inquired out of serendipity, all y/n could do was nod. His lips kissed her temple down to her lips in a delicate manner “promise? I need words princess” he uttered in her ear. “Yes,” she let out in the form of a hum.

“Good, I don’t wanna hurt you, or get greedy just because you’re not saying anything okay? I love you” Eren soothed her, “I love you more” y/n responded. Eren slid his length out slowly as she whimpered from her high “sensitive aren't we?” He quips she turns over on her stomach to throw her arms around his neck he kissed her lips softly to savor every feeling he has right now. She wasn’t emigrating anywhere but he certainly kissed her like she was leaving tomorrow. Feeling her hand traversing to his member she brings in closer until he’s halfway inside of her. “You didn’t come” her eyes sparkled into his, the fingertips that were on her cheeks were now In her hair.

“This isn’t too much for you?, honestly just made this about you and how beautiful you looked today” Eren questions her, followed by a short ramble. “this is just perfect, this about us baby I love you” y/n giggles, Eren pressed his forehead against hers “m’kay, I love you more” Eren took the more vigorous approach, soft but drilling strokes, as much as he rushed it now he wanted to admire her. The way her eyebrows pleated when he strike the right spot, the way her lower lip fit merely prudent in between her teeth, the way she nestled his face in her hands, the strings of her hair attaching to her forehead he loved it, he’s never cherished someone as much as her. Picking up the momentum slowly his pants inaugurates to become in unison with hers the smirk on his face when his fingers flickered her bud his nose dusting against her neck.

“Come with me goddess,” he said in her neck, her nails digging into his back, she held on for dear life, her face plunged into his neck as she came, and he withdrew and did the same. Once his eyes were now on her she titters at his handsome crisp green eyes “Eren you’re so beautiful” he derides before kissing her temple. “That’s my line, I may have to litigate you” his craggy voice echoes from the bathroom, with her eyes close she shook at the touch of a calm cloth. “Shh, no ones here” he kidded, y/n smacked him with a pillow before giggling “such a fucking cocky bastard” Eren climbed on top of her “and you love it” he kissed her nose before presenting her his shirt as he put on sweatpants.

“Danger!” She screamed, Eren swiveled his eyes knowing precisely what she meant “don’t fret I’ll take you in the shower darling” y/n eyes enlarged as he pulled her back into his chest “respectfully of course” Eren gleamed in her hair before closing his eyes. “Maybe I should do red glimmer for the party on Wednesday”

“You’ll have to cancel right now if that’s your scheme, cause you’re not leaving you know how red gets me” he laughed, but his tone was far from a hoax “maybe I don’t wanna go” she chortles turning into his chest her nose prickled his collarbone, “deal” he smiled smoothing her shoulders in a circular motion.

“I love you Eren” she grumbled

“I love you more y/n”

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Call if You Need Me - cth

part of nation of two

summary: We meet Petra and Calum. Two souls who keep running into each other. The beginning to a nation of two that brings Calum and Petra to realize how much they love the sun on one another.

author’s notes: Welcome back to Nation of Two! Thanks for your patience with this series! I’m very excited to be sharing this new version of it with you and I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I do!

warnings: Brief mentions of sex

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When Calum first met Petra, his life seemed to look brighter. Days were warmer and the birds sang a little louder whenever he walked outside. It was as if everything used to be in black and white and Petra brought the color. It was as if some higher power above Calum brought him to a random park in LA and his life was forever changed. He'd never seen her before, which wasn't hard to do since LA was filled with people and the chance of seeing her again was minute. 

Okay, maybe that was a lie. Calum had seen her before. It was like fate had been playing jokes on him. 

The first time he'd seen Petra, he didn't even know her name. She'd been ahead of him at the grocery store. She'd been unloading her groceries onto the belt, colorful fruits, and vegetables that made Calum's basket seem dull in color, the cashier and her both chatting over a drink Petra had been excited to try. Calum had been watching, and listening, to her absentmindedly. He'd stopped by to grab a few snacks and drinks before the band's slot at the studio began. 

Calum liked her smile. He liked how she was polite and didn't interrupt the cashier when she told her about the other flavors of the energy drink that Calum was making a mental note about getting next time around. He also liked, and he might've chuckled he doesn't remember now, Petra's reusable bags which were a mix of tote bags that had different patterns on them. His favorite had to be the canvas bag that had been stamped with a drawing of a corgi with an umbrella. 

Calum had never been one to approach people he didn't know in public, especially pretty women who took his breath away, so it was no surprise when he watched Petra walk out of the grocery store with her bags as he waited for the cashier to finish ringing up his groceries. He wouldn't even know what to say if he had gone after her. He'd probably just make a fool of himself and end up with flushed cheeks at the studio as he thought back on the moment. So with his snacks and non energized drinks in a plastic bag, Calum made his way out of the grocery store, his eyes searching the parking lot in hopes of seeing the woman with the bright smile and colorful groceries. 

The second time Calum saw Petra, he thought he'd imagined it. His hands were full with his laptop, journal, and the iced coffee he'd been nursing all morning in the way of him opening the door to the record shop he was meant to meet Ashton at. Looking helpless, Calum tried to figure out the best way to open the door, until his savior showed up from inside the store. 

"Oh, sorry. I didn't see you there," Petra laughed, her eyebrows raising as she noticed the confused look on Calum's face, "Hands full?"

"Huh?" Calum mumbled as he looked at her in somewhat awe, "Oh, uh, yeah. Thank you," he chuckled before stepping into the record shop, his head nodding at her. 

"Don't worry about it, have a nice day! They have really good records today," she said and waved, giving him a bright smile before she continued on with her day. 

Calum would've been lying if he said he hadn't felt his heart race and his palms sweat as he talked with her. It might've even been embarrassing if he thought too much about it, how a short and polite conversation between two strangers could rile him up this much. But with a deep breath and another sip of the now watered-down coffee, Calum walked around the store, trying to find Ashton and wondering if he'd ever see Petra again. 

"Oh, it's you again. Are you sure you're not stalking me?" Petra's voice broke Calum out of his gaze, her laugh warming his skin as he tried his best not to blush. 

Calum was used to his fans following his every move. He was used to them knowing where he was before he even knew and it had gotten to the point where he'd rarely want to leave the comfort of his home. But this was just strange. In the past two months, Calum had seen Petra a handful of times. Since their initial two meetings, Calum had spotted her at the same brunch spot that Michael had taken him to on a sunny Wednesday. He'd also seen her at the beach when he'd taken Duke after a stressful studio session. It seemed like everywhere Calum went, Petra had beat him to it. And even now, as he'd stopped at the flower shop down the street from the grocery store, Petra was strolling through the aisles of vases that Calum just so happened to walk into. 

"It would seem that way, huh?" Calum said with a nervous chuckle, "Guess we just keep on meeting,"

"Some people would call that fate, you know?" Petra teased, her eyebrow-raising as she stuck her hand out for him to shake, "I'm Petra."

"Petra. Nice to meet you again," Calum laughed and took her hand in his, giving it a soft squeeze as she shook them, "I'm Calum."

"Yeah, I know," she mumbled, her eyes widening a bit, "Shit no, that sounded creepy. I just meant that-"

"Are you sure you're not the one who's stalking me?" Calum asked, no malice in his voice, and the smile he was trying to hide gave way to his teasing.

"Haha. I'm just a fan of your work. Who wouldn't be, you guys are changing the music scene," Petra nodded and shrugged, her addicting smile once again blessing Calum's presence. 

"I appreciate that Petra, it means a lot," he nodded, "So you're buying flowers for someone special?"

Petra laughed at that, her eyes looking past him before making their way back to meet his. Calum felt the familiar warmth that spread over his body whenever he'd seen her in the past two months, the feeling that something was meant to happen. Calum couldn't deny that she was beautiful, besides her smile that always seems to be on his mind these days, Calum found himself looking over her as well. Watching the way her curls bounced on her shoulders and the way her sundress seemed to match the warm weather and warmth he felt inside. 

"Uh, no. Can't a woman buy herself flowers something?" she asked, "Are you?"

"Can't a man buy himself some flowers?" Calum returned, his chuckle soft as he shrugged, "I guess I should go pay for these then. It was nice to properly meet you, Petra," 

"Calum," she said with a nod, "Have a nice day. Maybe fate will have us meet again," she teased and with a wave, she was walking back down the aisle. 

And Calum really hoped that this time, fate would be on his side. 

"Morning," Petra's soft voice broke Calum out of his early morning thoughts, "Have you been awake long?"

Calum's head turned to the side, the breath he'd been planning to let go of getting caught in his throat as his eyes landed on Petra. Her room was the perfect representation of who she was. The plants that adorned the window left the smell of rain in her room almost constantly. The soft covers that Calum found himself under the majority of the time he'd spent with her reminded him of clouds. But his favorite part of Petra's bedroom was the giant window next to her bed which let the sunlight filter in and land on her in the mornings. She always looked ethereal in the mornings, her soft skin glowing under the sun as her curls covered her eyes. It was Calum's favorite way to wake up, with Petra by his side, her soft breaths against his shoulder. He loved waking up next to her almost as much as he loved falling asleep next to her, watching how the moonlight illuminated her as her thoughts drifted from coherent to a mumbling of words. 

"No, just a few minutes, how'd you sleep?" Calum mumbled, sleep still evident in his voice as he cleared his throat to try and chase it away. 

"Extremely comfortable," she mumbled, her lips pressing a soft kiss onto his shoulder, "Slept next to the man I love, couldn't ask for anything better than that, huh?"

Calum's sleepy smile matched hers, his body turning onto its side so he could pull her close to his chest. It had been six months since Calum had bought her those flowers she'd been holding. Six months since he'd asked the cashier to slip the little white card with his phone number into the bouquet. Six months since Calum had picked up the phone on a sunny evening and listened to Petra tease him over the cheesy message he'd left her. 

“Pretty flowers for a woman who deserves them, that’s pretty cheesy, don’t you think?” Petra had asked, her voice soft as Calum’s cheeks flushed. He’d been sitting on his couch, his hands sweaty as he tried to excuse the action but it didn’t matter, Petra had already fallen for him and his cheesiness, “You have a way with words, Calum.”

“Maybe I can make up for the cheesiness soon?” Calum asked, trying to keep his voice steady as he ran a hand through the curls that had been long for too long and ached to be cut, “Maybe I can take you out sometime soon?”

“I’d like that a lot,” Petra mumbled, hoping that Calum couldn’t hear her giddiness or the smile that was adorning her face, even over the phone, “Throwing fate into your own hands?”

“Of course, we have to do that at some point, don’t we?”

And after last night's confessions, when both were too lost in one another's bodies and lips to hold back their emotions for any longer, their night together went from a simple date to a confession of love. It was something that Calum had put off for so long in his life, something that he'd tried before and failed. Something that had broken him so badly he'd shut the world out for so long. But with Petra, loving her was nothing more than common sense. It was wanting her by his side and buying her pretty flowers whenever he passed by the flower shop. So when Petra whispered those three little words to him in between moans and kisses, Calum never hesitated to say them back because he'd known the truth for months. He loved Petra and she loved him. 

And he couldn't ask for anything more. He loved Petra on her good days and on her bad days. He loved Petra when it was raining outside and her pout hid away the beautiful smile Calum had fallen for all those months ago. He loved her in the supermarket when they were the only people walking down the fluorescent-lit aisles in the late hours of the night. He loved her when they were in the darkness of his living room, talking into the morning lights about everything and nothing. 

If you asked Petra, which her parents did a lot, she'd tell you the same things. That she loved Calum to the farthest galaxy and back. That the moon and the stars could never shine as bright as he did and that the sunlight on his golden-brown skin was something she could study daily. She loved Calum even if he preferred rainy days over the sunny ones she loved so much. Petra knew he'd been hurt before, that he'd hidden his heart behind a wall of ice and that it had taken a lot of time and working on himself to get to where they were. She knew that Calum could be like the bird his name was meant for, that he could get spooked and fly away at any moment. But Petra loved that even with all the fears and the doubts his mind gave him, he'd whispered how much he loved her the night before, his breathy moans in her ear as he confessed how he'd felt. 

It was a sunny afternoon when Petra first saw Calum. He had his hands full and was struggling to open the door of the record shop that her friend had recently started working at. Petra had promised to stop by and maybe buy a few albums to boost her friend's sales for the day. She'd just finished checking out and was on her way out when she'd spotted him. She recognized him immediately, the pink pressed vinyl in her bag had his face on it, and so she opened the door for him. She liked his eyes, how they widened when he realized he wasn't going to have to drop his coffee or laptop on the ground in order to open the door. She liked the breathy laugh he gave her before walking into the store and the way her heart raced once she had walked back to her car and had a mini freak out over meeting one of her favorite artists. Had she regretted not saying anything else besides a joke? Of course, she had, she could've asked for a picture of even for him to sign the vinyl she'd just bought, but Petra had decided that if it was meant to be, she'd see him again. 

"Oh, I don't know mom, it's weird! I've only seen him in passing! I've said maybe a handful of words to him and to make matters worse he's a famous musician who will probably never know my name," Petra huffed as she got back into her car after once again seeing Calum at the bookstore she visited every once in a while, "What if he thinks I'm just a crazy stalker fan?"

"Petra, darling, you're a beautiful young woman. He'd be a fool to those harsh things about you. Maybe you've already caught his eye and he's the one who's nervous to say anything to you." Petra's mother said over the phone, the evident noises of cooking in the background, "Next time you see him, you should talk to him. You can't get struck by lightning if you're not standing in the rain."

"Mom, that is the most terrifying metaphor you could've used. I hope you know that," Petra mumbled as she laid her head back against her headrest. 

"I love you Petra, be safe," her mom chuckled, "Go dancing out in the rain for a change!"

Petra had known her mom meant well. She'd been living in LA for almost a year and she had yet to put herself out there. Sure, she had friends and her coworkers were always inviting her out to bar nights and social events. But Petra craved the attention of someone. She'd been single for years now and moving to LA had been a step towards changing that. She was meant to find herself and what she wanted to do with her life here. She knew meeting Calum in multiple places around this giant city hadn't been coincidences, she knew that fate had a funny way of playing with her and she was just supposed to take everything thrown at her with a grain of salt. 

Petra smiled as she listened to Calum talk over the phone, he was chatting about the latest city the band was in. He'd been gone for a few weeks, living his life and playing shows every night. Sure, Petra missed him, she missed him like crazy every day whenever she woke up in an empty bed and when she ate breakfast alone. But she knew that Calum had missed being on stage and missed singing in front of a crowd. Even if that meant that Petra and Calum couldn't be together for a while, it'd be worth it. 

"P, you there?" Calum asked, chuckling quietly, Petra could hear the smile in his voice, could see him leaning against the tour bus with that soft smile she loved so much, "Or did you disappear on me?"

"Sorry, yeah I'm here." Petra laughed quietly, "What were you saying?"

"I'm coming home, babe," Calum said happily, "We've got a break and I'm gonna fly out to spend time with you."

Calum was packing up his bag on the counter of her bathroom, the glass wall of her shower made him look like a blur. The warm water from the showerhead was hitting her body, soothing the aches from the night before as she listened to Calum talk about his most recent trip. Her eyes were closed as she massaged shampoo into her hair, but she could still picture Calum, his hands above his head, or playing an invisible bass as he told Petra about the moment he and the band knew they'd cracked the code on their latest single. 

"So do I get a sneak peek of it?" Petra asked as she finished shampooing her hair, her eyes opening to meet Calum, who was standing next to the entrance of the shower. 

"You wish," he laughed and shook her head, "Gotta wait until we have the master done, lovebug."

"Ugh, I thought dating one of your favorite musicians meant you got to listen to new music first?" she mumbled in fake annoyance, her hands moving to splash Calum with water. 

"Oh you're gonna pay for that one," he laughed and before Petra knew it, Calum's arms were wrapped around hers and the water was splashing them both. 

"You're supposed to be packing, dork. Can't leave if you don't have a suitcase packed," Petra mumbled against his lips, her thumb stroking his jawline.

"Stop revealing my plans, honey," he whispered and pulled her into another kiss, "You forgot an important part of my plan though."

"Oh yeah? And what would that be, Dove?" she asked quietly, the familiar nickname bringing a redness to Calum’s cheeks, and smiled as she followed a water drop that rolled down his forehead to his jaw. It rolled down slowly, almost as if it too was taking its time enjoying the feeling of Calum’s skin against it.

"You're coming with me. Taking you home with me this time." 

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[twistedeuphoria]

“Spring drew on...and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that Hope traversed them at night, and left each morning brighter traces of her steps.” ― Charlotte Brontë

Head: Lel EvoX CEYLON 3.0 Skin: [Glam Affair] Mia Layer [Lelutka EvoX] Honey D (New! @ Collabor88) Lashes: Michan - Maya Lashes  (New! @ Anthem) Hair: MIWAS - Hair #Genie (New! @ kustom9) Clothing: :Moon Amore: Kittylly Blouse - PASTEL Gaia - harper denim shorts (New! @ kustom9) Shoes: [BREATHE]-Honoki Heels (New! @ Uber) Accessories: Tentacio* Casandra headpiece (New! @ Anthem)

Scene: New! @ Anthem Foxwood - Sweet Corgi - Red - sit Nutmeg. Sunroom Armchair w/Blanket PG Nutmeg. Sunroom Ottoman PG Nutmeg. Sunroom Clock Nutmeg. Sunroom Cup Stack Nutmeg. Sunroom Teapot Nutmeg. Sunroom Sugar Pot Nutmeg. Sunroom Lemon Tree Nutmeg. Sunroom Creamer Pitcher Tentacio* Casandra magazine Tentacio* Casandra bottle Pitaya - Alfazema - Gazebo RARE Pitaya - Alfazema - Swing (green) Pitaya - Alfazema - Piled Books (white) Pitaya - Alfazema - Ornamental vases - Long (lavender) Pitaya - Alfazema - basket with lavender Pitaya - Alfazema - Curtains (sheer) Pitaya - Alfazema - Decorative suitacases (green) Pitaya - Alfazema - Decorative lace Pitaya - Alfazema - Frames Pitaya - Alfazema - Factory cart table (white) MVT - Bear raspberry macaroons MVT - Teddy buns  tray MVT - Fruit appetizers

~

dust bunny . paradise plants . monstera tree dust bunny . quirky planters 4 . rabbit dust bunny . planty pillows . pom cactus dust bunny . planty pillows . succulent . peach dust bunny . quirky planters . hedgehog dust bunny . paradise plants . fan palm

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[franxae]

Random Dialogue

“Was that a threat? Because if it was, I don’t really care.”

“That’s a loaf of bread, not a corgi, Jeff.”

“I DON’T CARE RYAN, FIX YOUR OWN FLOWER VASE.”

“What do you mean Lactose Intolerant? I though she just really hated the color white,”

“What do you mean about passing you the tomato smoothie, its called Ketsup.”

“I didn’t break it, but i did hate it so I thought of breaking it several times,”

“You forgot to buy my worm on a string!!???!?! *GASP* I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS!“ *uncontrollable fake (or not) sobbing”

“*sharp inhale* you’re telling me babes aren’t made of pretty and happy clouds and aren’t brought to the family by storks but instead the mommy and the daddy have s–” “oK THATS ENOUGH YES THATS HOW IT IS BELLA”

“Who ate the last slice of blueberry cheesecake????? I was saving that for my lizard!”

“NO! ITS NOT A MANGO! THAT IS AN OBESE CARROT OK”

“What? No, i didn’t do that– pshh no! W-why would i?? *nervous laughter* haha uhm y-yeah, is it getting hot- ahem- is it getting hot in here?”

“Raise your hand if you agree to blame all this on Jeff,” 

“If you wish to sabotage my wedding, please do not involve the cake. Poisoning the cake is cruel,”

“Dr. Doofenshmirtz had a traumatic childhood, and look at him-- he didn’t pour all of his issues and sadness over Vanessa,”

“ANGELICAAAAAA” “*from a different room* eLIIIIIZA” “*from the back seat* and Peggy,”

“I won’t throw away my shot!” “YOU’VE BEEN SAYING THAT FOR FIVE TIMES ALREADY WE GET IT OK”

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