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luverofralts · 28 days

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Arkhelios Adventures

"Do you know if my mother will be here? She didn't say anything in her email, but she must have told you, right?"

Princess Victoriana stared eagerly at her posted guard, desperate to be let in on her mother's plans. Last night, she'd received a message from her mother's office, informing her that her presence was required in Sedona. The details were scarce, just that she was to reopen some historical buildings and make a speech or two.

It didn't sound that bad to Victoriana, but her grandmother had read the email with an unreadable expression and stormed away afterward to speak with her grandfather in another room.

What was the harm of dusting off some old buildings in dumb Sedona? The former country had been conquered by Pleasantview centuries ago, and just about everyone had forgotten about them. There were still descendants from their former royal family, but Pleasantview had decimated their culture and history until the only recognized annual event in Sedona was the visiting of the Pleasantview monarch on the anniversary of their surrender to remind them of their place.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, but the queen regrettably won't be here for the reopening," the guard replied. "Her schedule is only at the palace for today."

"Oh. That's okay, I guess. She wanted me to do this for her, so maybe she'll see me tomorrow to ask how things went."

"A very likely scenario, Your Highness. Her Majesty would never assign you a duty you could not perform."

Victoriana posed by the long abandoned thrones of the former Sedona castle, running her speech through her head before the cameras started rolling. After reviewing the speech, Victoriana had been surprised to see that this grand reopening of the castle wasn't reopening it as a museum, as it once was a decade or so ago. No, this castle and the other, much older castle in Sedona were being restored as living quarters for the Pleasantview monarch.

Victoriana tried to picture herself living in this place. It wasn't a bad place by any means, but it felt foreign and strange to think that she might actually live here. It's years as a museum had taken its toll on the old building, and clearly, they would have to remove the gift shop.

The master suite in the old castle was at least modern enough to be comfortable for the teen. After her speech, Victoriana had been ordered to stay in the building overnight to await her mother's next command. As the highest ranked person in the building, Victoriana got to sleep in the master suite, which was a rare treat. Whenever her mother was present, the queen was given the largest room. For one brief moment, Victoriana could imagine her future as queen. This huge suite would be hers permanently, and she would have the power to decommission museums that she wanted to live in, just like her mother.

It would likely be a lonely life, if Claudia's reign was any example. Victoriana would eventually inherit her mother's endless meetings and busy schedule. She would have to miss out on milestones with her own children, just as Claudia had over the years, and really screen potential spouses to make sure their intentions were honest. She would make sure to make time to see her half-siblings and hopefully her father when her mother was gone. That day wasn't anytime soon though.

Victoriana's phone beeped while she mused over the future. To her surprise, it was a message from her mother.

"Tomorrow, you'll be opening the second Sedona castle as a royal residence as planned," Victoriana read. "I will meet with you the day after tomorrow at the Honora St. Julien Tower in Crystal Cove. Your new speech will be delivered to you shortly. Love, Mom."

The princess groaned at the idea of more speeches but was incredibly excited at the news that her mother would finally be joining her. Who even cared about these dusty old buildings or about boring Sedona? Victoriana would much rather be at home in her own room or at school where she at least got to talk to people her own age.

She'd been texting with her half-brother Theo for the past few days, but only when she wasn't busy or he wasn't in class, so not very often. He seemed like a nice enough guy, and she'd learned a lot about their father from him. Her father was a great baker, overprotective and a passable demon hybrid according to Theo. He had a dark form, and the attention of his sister in law, the Demonic Sovereign. The rest of their conversations were heavily focused on Theo's boyfriend, Adam, or what homework assignment he found tedious that day.

Victoriana had less interesting subjects to talk about. She didn't have a romantic partner or even a crush on anyone. Her grandparents were the only family she was allowed to see unsupervised and her day was packed with learning rules and treaties that were only relevant three hundred years ago. She may live in a palace when she wasn't at boarding school, but her life was far from what the other kids her age assumed it was. What kid wanted to hang out in two museums her mother apparently needed to live in?

Sometimes her mother confided in her about her plans, while other times, Victoriana had no idea what her mother was thinking.

"And that is why we hope that the repurposing of this historical landmark will highlight the vibrant part Sedona plays in our great country. Thank you."

Victoriana stepped down from the podium, scanning the crowd for signs of her mother.

She hadn't been told to expect her mother until the next day, but she had still been hopeful. Eventually, the politely clapping crowd and flashing cameras would leave and she could once again unwind in yet another lifeless building on her own. Theo had written her a long text detailing his defensive magic exam to compare it to her own school's curriculum. Politics and networking were more valued at her school, and the princess often feared that she would fall behind magically, despite her private demonology lessons. There was a lot a crown princess needed to know and she couldn't risk the danger of being unprepared. Fortunately, Theo seemed to be studying dark, complicated magic that he was all too happy to demonstrate the next time they met or virtually on their phones. She doubted that her mother would approve of her contact with Theo, but Victoriana was her own person and she could forge alliances with whomever she chose. If Claudia was too busy for her daughter, then it was only fair that Victoriana got to spend time with people aside from her grandparents.

When her mother did meet up with Victoriana, the atmosphere was tense. First of all, Queen Claudia was dressed in full regal splendor, with her full guard behind her. The second concerning thing was that the queen and her guard were standing in a tower located in Crystal Cove, attracting many worried onlookers.

"Mom? Shouldn't we be in Pleasantview or Old Sedona if we're opening a building?" Victoriana whispered to her mother as cameras flashed around them. "We don't own any land in Crystal Cove."

"You'd be surprised what we own," Claudia informed her daughter, smiling for the cameras. "If you studied your history closely, you would know that when the empire broke apart, Pleasantview officially retained control of Honora St. Julien's tower as a good faith gesture. All I'm going to do is remind them of this fact."

Victoriana dutifully followed her mother inside the building and up to the outside balcony that was already set up with a microphone.

Her mother said a bunch of words that didn't really mean anything, just like most of her speeches. This action she was taking was controversial, it was written all over the faces Victoriana could see from the balcony. This must have been the thing that had made her grandmother so upset earlier. Grandma Anna was an excellent political strategist and one devoted to preserving peace. It wasn't an act of war to take ownership of something that was rightfully yours and it did look like the building hadn't been properly occupied in decades, so they weren't even evicting anyone. Still, restoring the Sedona museums into royal residences had clearly been a front to minimalize the potential backlash of repossessing this tower.

"Mom? What's so great about this building?" Victoriana asked, once the queen's speech had completed and they had a brief moment to smile for the crowds. "Grandma told you not to do this, didn't she?"

"Grandma doesn't know everything," Claudia replied. She paused before replying, making sure that there wasn't an active microphone picking up their conversation. "The king of Crystal Cove is old and inexperienced at ruling. His late wife did most of that for him. He won't fight this. He's probably writing a speech now welcoming us to take more land in order to keep the peace. His heir would fight to pay us the value of the tower in exchange for the land itself, so it's best to do this now, when there's a weak monarch in charge."

"What do we need with this dumb tower anyway?" Victoriana asked, completely baffled that her mother wanted to fight over an old, unimportant relic at all.

"It's a foothold, dear. My advisors believe that it may be necessary to expand our options in the near future. It never hurts to have options."

Claudia maintained a calm expression for their audience, but Victoriana could see past that mask...most of the time anyway. Lately, she had been harder to read. If her shadowy advisors were worried, something must be brewing behind the scenes. Something frightening enough to take controversial actions.

"Mom, should I be worried? Are we going to war?

"If this all goes well, then probably not," Claudia said reassuringly, leaving her daughter with an unsettled knot in her stomach.

"Probably not? Probably?"

Claudia's gaze remained on the crowd and the cameras, though her voice did soften slightly.

"Probably not," she repeated. "Peace is extremely hard to maintain forever, dear, and sometimes sacrifices must be made to ensure it lasts. There are frequently events that could potentially turn violent or tragedies that turn friends into enemies. How we survive them is by thinking ahead, and planning our moves carefully. You must always have multiple plans to fall back on and know when to trust your intel. Your life as queen will depend on it."

"Is...is this about my father? Are we in danger because of his family? Should we tell him?"

"Your father? Certainly not," Claudia replied, a ghost of a smile toying with her lips. "No, for once, I can't blame this on him. When you need to know, Victoriana, I will let you know. This all may blow over and it might not. Just enjoy the pageantry while it lasts. You'll be heading back to school tomorrow."

Despite her worries, Victoriana's spirits rose. Returning to school? She was finally free of her grandparents? Did this mean that her mother would finally let her return to the castle on weekends?

Another thought popped into Victoriana's head when she thought of her time with her grandparents.

"Wait a minute, did you send me away for weeks to Grandma and Grandpa’s just to keep Grandma busy?" Victoriana asked, the accusation clear in her voice. "I thought you were mad at me about asking about my father and sent me away. Was all that a front to keep an eye on Grandma?"

Claudia's only response was to raise a curious eyebrow at her daughter's accusations.

"Both of those theories could be true," she said at last. "You must remember that your grandmother has rules of her own to follow that cannot be broken. A reaper can't be caught interfering with the affairs of the living."

"Can't be caught," Victoriana said slowly. "That's different than not interfering at all. You plotted against your own mother to keep her out of your plans for claiming land in Crystal Cove?"

"In your opinion only, dear." Claudia was having difficulty repressing her smile. Her heart was filled with pride that her daughter was finally learning how to think as a monarch. Victoriana had come a long way recently. With her demand to know her father's name and now, her piecing together some of her mother's plan, the princess was slowly growing into the leader Claudia knew she would one day be. She was paying attention to how the world around her functioned and what pieces of it could be swapped out at her command if she disliked them.

"So who are we almost at war with?" the princess asked. "Crystal Cove? Is that why we need a base inside their country? I haven't heard anything about Crystal Cove at all lately. Why would they want to fight us?"

"I never said it was Crystal Cove," Claudia said sternly. "I don't recall mentioning any country of concern, just that we needed options going forward."

She paused as another thought occurred to her. Victoriana did have access to an entire student body of well connected students who were all very fond of gossiping about what they'd heard their parents say at home. Hearing the gossip and predicting who she could trust to support her reign would be a great help in these times.

"Okay," the queen conceded at last. "It would be very helpful if you could listen to the gossip at school for me. Every detail about what their parents believe helps our cause, but there is specifically one thing I want you to listen for: the Red Queen. If anyone mentions those words, I need you to listen carefully. This is crucial, Victoriana, you can't mention this mission to your friends or seem too interested in asking questions. Nothing can compromise this plan, do you understand?"

"Yes, Red Queen, don't be suspicious," Victoriana confirmed with glee. "What does it mean though? Is it a code word? Is it a another monarch threatening to invade?"

"Just remember your mission," Claudia said abruptly, returning her focus once again on the crowd. "And no texting your half-brother about this. If I find out that you've involved him in this, I will be quite disappointed in you."

Victoriana cringed, kicking herself for assuming that her mother wasn't aware of her and Theo's chats. The saying really was true: the queen of Pleasantview truly did know everything there was to know.

As much as she loved her mother, something inside the princess longed for the day when she would inherit that much power.

#sims 2 #arkhelios #arkhelios adventures #claudia goldman #Victoriana Goldman

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igglemouse · 6 months

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So Maybe...

I will go ahead and do this again. Hopefully, if I do, its the last time (lol) but you know I never start a legacy with the intention to not 'finish'. Although I have always said that no legacy of mines is ever meant to be finished. Even my old one would have just gone on until whenever.

I have thought about the pros and cons and the biggest pro is that the reason I wouldn't do it is I'd be worried how people would think of me. Like "oh, why read her story she'll never finish..." and I guess that would be true...

I will say that I'm really excited about what I plan to do should I restart. I will bring two heirs back, rebirth them, and a new one. This time though I really want to go back to stressing the details. I think at some point I lost the way and put quantity over quality and this new start would be a chance to stop that bad habit.

As for all the heirs I've left behind I really do invite anyone to ask to use them in your saves or games or stories! I'd love to collab there! To the people that are upset or disappointed please message me through mail or direct! I'm happy to explain anything you were curious about. There were a lot of secret plots going on.

Any ways tomorrow I either post Catalina or maybe a new profile intro thing for what would be another fresh start! We shall see!

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jinniekyu · 9 months

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'𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒?'

pairing/s : jeon soyeon x reader

warnings : angst, hurt/comfort(i think), please beware that this is my first time writing angst so bear with me.

requested? : yes

it was like every other night. the empty other side of the bed, the cold dinner. soyeon was nowhere to be seen. it's not like you don't understand. she needed to work, but it was just too much for you to keep on acting like everything's fine.

she was gone most of the time. at first you didn't mind as you knew that her schedule was always filled to the brim with her idol work.

but you were getting tired. you were getting tired of always eating dinner alone or not at all. you were getting tired of waking up to rustled white sheets and pillows that smelled like soyeon.

it went to a point that you thought of breaking up with her and just moving on eventually. but you just couldn't bring yourself to say the words to her out loud.

closely paying attention to the ticking clock. you sat on your shared bed. waiting for the moment you hear the door open downstairs.

seconds, turned into minutes. minutes, turned into hours. it was yet another night sleeping without your beloved. you turn to get your phone from the nightstand, turning it on in hopes for her messages saying she'll be home soon.

you didn't know what or why you got your hopes up for. of course it'd be like this. it always had been.

reluctantly putting your phone down. you decided to go to bed. anticipating for tomorrow to find your girlfriend waiting for you with breakfast on the table, and offering to eat together.

awoken by the soft sunlight peaking through the curtains. you slowly get up from the soft pillows and look around, no sign of soyeon.

wishing things were just like back then. the times where you would wake up with soyeon cooking your favorite meal with elegantly played instruments as music.

but here you were, staring on the cold food still on the kitchen counter untouched. soyeon's jacket wasn't on the coat rack, no new messages or missed calls, no letter, no nothing.

you don't know what you expected really. but it just hurt. putting your whole effort and love into your relationship just to get this in return.

you gave everything and put away anyone who even simply questioned your relationship with soyeon.

but maybe things just dont go the way you want them to. meeting soyeon on that cafe was simply one of the best things that has happened in your life.

time can change people. and she's changed. she was like you when it all started. silly, loving, and the best girlfriend ever.

and yet, you can't help yourself thinking to just end it all with her. the red box on the last and furthest drawer remaining unseen by her eyes.

you ended up staring blankly on the clock hanged up on the wall right beside the refrigerator.

everything made your head hurt, that you didn't even notice the jangling of keys, the opening of the front door, to the scattered and heavy footsteps.

"i'm home."

hopefully this is to your liking! tried my best making it sad but failing miserably

#kpop #angst #jeon soyeon #soyeon x reader #soyeon #soyeon imagines #gidle #kpop imagines #gidle imagines

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sortofanobsession · 2 years

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To Cry for the Moon Part 15 (Moon Knight x Female Eternal!Reader) Complete

Author's Note: This is it everyone. This is the last part of this story. There may be possibilities for these characters to have future stories. I'm glad everyone has enjoyed it. I know that @jupitersmoon167 and I had a lot of fun making this happen. I take prompts and requests, but I don't get to all of them and I do my best. Thanks for sticking with us and for enjoy my first go at not only these characters but at a reader insert. Thank you for all the support and I will be posting the whole thing on Ao3 today or tomorrow.

Please do not take, copy, or translate without talking to me first. Reblogs, likes, and comments are encouraged. But anything else please message me first.

Y/N = Your Name. Y/N/N = Your Nickname. Reader pronouns She/Her. Story is 3rd person POV.

Italic text is the reflected alter talking.

Tag Requests are Open just message me.

Tagged: @rosaren2498, @yuugenmomo, @faefanatic, @urlocallsimp @assassinsasha23, @queenariesofnarnia, @rmoonstoner, @crypticruler, @animelover18, @philiasoul, @distinguishedmakerpandapatrol, @22carolina08, @preciousbabypeter, @sleepyamaya, @so-done-with-bullshit

Primary Pairing: Steven Grant x Eternal!Reader, Marc Spector x Eternal!Reader, Khonshu x Ma'at!Reader

Content Warning: Mental Illness, Mentions of Death, Anxiety, Fear, Ultimatums, Disassociation

Word Count: 2K+

Series Masterlist Complete

Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14

Part 15: A Cosmic Idea

After Y/N had said goodbye to Kingo and the newly human Sprite. She went to visit Steven at work since she has a few more days off. She had explained that her family had a tragic event that meant she had unexpectedly lost three family members to her bosses. She was been granted bereavement leave. So they both still technically had jobs.

Steven was just finishing up with a customer when she walked in.

"How'd it go?" He asks once the customer was gone.

"Well considering what Sprite did, it went better than it could have. I mean we all get why she did it, but it still hurts. But if Sersi can forgive her then I guess I can too."

"It's because you are better people than most," Steven says as he comes around the counter and steals a quick kiss.

"How's it going here?" She asks.

"Long and boring," he admits. "You see there's this one tour guide that usually stops by in between tours and she's not here today."

"Sounds like a bummer," She chuckles.

"It is," he grins.

"Well, hopefully, she'll be back soon," she smirks.

"Oh, I'm not worried, since she and I have plans after work."

"Ooooh, lucky girl," she says.

"We're the lucky ones," he says, giving her another kiss. They hear someone clear their throat. Steven jumps slightly.

Y/N just sighs and without looking up says, "Hello, Donna."

"Aren't you on leave, Y/N?" Donna states, her tone filled with annoyance.

"I had a tough meet-up with my grieving family, and someone wouldn't let my boyfriend out of a shift so he could be there with me."

"It's unprofessional snogging in the shop," Donna says.

Y/N looks around at the empty shop. "Oh my, what will the statues think," she mumbles, causing Steven to have to try very hard not to laugh. "Okay, okay, I'm leaving," the goddess says, steals one last kiss then leaves.

A bit later Steven notices a commotion in the hall outside the gift shop. People seemed to be hurrying to leave or to find anywhere with windows. Frantic voices spoke of giants. He checks his phone and reports of a giant being appearing in the sky makes him anxious.

"You don't think it's another celestial," Steven says out loud.

"What other giant space beings do you know of, Steven," Marc says from the glass reflection.

Steven tries to call Y/N but doesn't get an answer and it makes him even more on edge. He goes to call her again but his phone rings. It was Dane. He freezes. Marc takes over and answers it.

"What happened?" He asks without even saying hello.

"They vanished, Sersi and Y/N. The three of us took the dog to park, Sersi and I were talking, and then what I can only assume is Arishem shows up in the sky, and then they’re gone.”

Marc’s world grinds to an abrupt halt. Jake takes over, having heard the whole thing.

“Dane right?” Jake says. “This is Jake. Here’s the plan. You try and reach anyone else, the kid, the ship, anyone. We’ll see what the bird can find out and then meet at Steven’s flat. Got it?”

“Uh, sure I’ll call Sprite.”

“Good.” Jake hangs up. “Steven, tell that boss of yours, you’re taking a break because you need to make a phone call, either that or your gift shop is going to get real windy.”

Steven takes over and tells Donna that he needs to take a break, and for once does not let her try and stop him. He had bigger issues to deal with. Jake takes back over when they meet Khonshu outside.

“Y/N’s gone,” Jake says.

“How can that be?” Khonshu asks. “Lockley, explain.”

“I would if I could, but that Dane guy says she and Sersi are gone. That celestial shows up and now they’re gone. Not a coincidence.” Jake cusses in every language he knows. “He’s going to call the kid, and I said we’d see if the gods know anything. It’s a long shot but can’t hurt.”

Khonshu vanishes without another word.

Egyptian Underworld

Khonshu is let through Osiris' gate into the underworld. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been there, but he shook the thought and focused on why he was there. Before he can even ask, Osiris speaks.

"What happened to Ma'at?" Osiris asks. Taweret waiting silently beside him. Her ears twitch at the tension in the air.

"The human dating the Eternal Sersi, says the celestial Arishem appeared, as the others may have seen, and the Ma’at and Sersi vanished."

"That explains why the scales failed," Osiris says. "They did not break like when Ma’at died, but they failed. The feather still has its glow, but the connection appears strained. And she is not anywhere that Horus, nor the Eye of Ra can see. Which means she is not in this world or on Earth."

"We must trust that Ma'at will find a way out of whatever she has found herself in," Khonshu states.

"Glad to see you two getting a long again. If only it was under better circumstances. Both of you," Osiris address both Khonshu and Taweret. "Return to your avatars and see what can be done."

London

Jake and Steven had managed to get through the last few hours of the shift. They didn't even bother with their regular commute. They ducked into an alley and once Jake was sure no one would see he called on the suit and took the easy way back. He met Dane and Sprite in the hallway of Steven's building.

"Marc?" Sprite asks, a bit shocked at the angry expression on his face.

"He's busy," Jake says, "for now you're stuck with me."

"Jake," Dane informs her as Jake let's them in. "What did Khonshu find out?"

"They aren't in either world Osiris or Horus can see. But they seem to be alive."

"How do they know?" Sprite asks.

"Because the scales don't work but they didn't break. They broke when she died. So there's that. What about the others?"

"Ben says Phastos is gone too. Karun says Kingo never made it back to set," Sprite says. "Druig, Thena and Makkari are on the Domo and we have no idea how to reach them without Phastos."

"So we have nothing helpful," Jake curses. It's silent for a moment before Jake let's Steven take over so he can think without being bothered. Steven picking up Bas to scratch her behind the ears. He sets her down, feeds her, and then goes to feed Gus II. "Well, if we have to wait we might as well eat. Can't fight Celestials on an empty stomach and it will at least give us something to do. Even if you aren't hungry, you will need your strength." Layla joins them before they even finish cooking. Taweret had told her what was happening.

"I'll help if I can, even if is only to coax Marc back out," Layla says.

"Jake thinks it's best to leave him be for now," Steven tells her.

"So he calls the shots now?" Layla asks.

Jake let's out a number of Spanish words from the reflection Marc usually occupies when Steven is in the kitchen. It was odd but still somewhat reassuring.

"Well, you just made him very angry, but Y/N asked him to try to be more of a part of the system. And he is trying." Steven says. "And he is the only one with any sort of a plan, so I am glad he is here."

"As long as Marc comes back soon," Layla says.

"He will," Jake says. "He always does."

"Jake says he always does," Steven tells them. "And he is right, Marc just doesn't like processing things in front of others. You know that."

"Yeah, I do," Layla admits.

Arishem's location

"You don't need them, Arishem, you just need me. You made me to judge humans. You want to see the good vs. bad, you just need me. They didn't get to see into the hearts of humanity like I did. The good and the bad. Let them go and I will stay."

"You would give your life for theirs?" The celestial asks.

"I have once already and I would again in a heartbeat," she tells him.

"No, Y/N, you can't," Sersi says.

"I can, Phastos has a family, Kingo has people that rely on him, and the others need you, Sersi. It makes the most sense."

"You have people too,” Sersi insists. “People who just got you back and that includes us."

"I am already on borrowed time,” Y/N states. “I choose to use that time to save you all. If things go wrong they will understand eventually. You will help them."

"Is this what you choose?" Arishem asks. "Your final decision."

"No!" Kingo, Sersi, and Phastos shout.

"Yes, Arishem,” the winged goddess answers. “This is what I choose."

"So be it," Arishem states.

"No, you can't!" Kingo shouts.

"Y/N," Sersi starts.

"It's okay Sersi, I have a plan." Y/N smiles. "You have to trust me."

"Then let me stay too," Sersi says.

"Not part of the deal, just tell them to trust me. Trust that I know what I am doing."

"Dying again?" Kingo asks. "Trust you to die again?!"

"Let's hope it doesn't come to that," Y/N says.

"Y/N/N…"

"Go home guys, goodbye."

"No!"

The trio disappears and it leaves just Y/N and the looming celestial.

"Before you take my memories,” she tells him. “I have an offer to make."

"Another one?"

"Yes, I am willing to bet my life on this one, but their lives were not negotiable. If you don't like what I have to say, you lose nothing. If you agree we can change everything. We can all benefit from what I have figured out."

London

Sersi hurries over to Steven's flat. No one had been at home but Noob the dog. She hoped they were there. She knocked and knocked again when the door swung open.

"Sersi?" Steven was surprised. He let her in.

“Sersi!" Dane says, going over to hug his girlfriend. “What happened? Where were you?"

"Where's Y/N?" Jake asks. Sersi is surprised at the unfamiliar American accent but doesn't dwell on it. She figures it's Jake.

"She convinced Arishem to let Kingo, Phastos, and I go. She told him since her task was to judge the hearts of humanity, and she had done so for thousands of years, she was the only one he needed. We tried to stop her. I tried to get them to let me stay but she said that wasn't the deal. That I needed to trust her."

"They just got her back," Jake says. "They can't lose her again."

"She told me to tell you to trust her," Sersi adds. "Where's Marc?" She asks.

"He didn't take the news well, Steven and Jake said he'd be back," Layla tells her.

"She has a plan," Steven says from the reflection of the tank.

"We don't know she has a plan," Marc finally replies from his own reflection, but lets Jake keep fronting.

"Not very helpful, mi amigo," Jake says. "But you are at least here."

"Why else would she say that?" Steven asks.

"To make us feel better," Marc says.

"Who is he talking to?" Dane asks.

"Steven, and sounds like maybe Marc too. They can talk through reflections," Layla tells him.

"I can see how that could be useful," Dane says.

"Well I trust her, if she wasn't coming back then she would have sent a different message," Steven argues.

"Let's hope so or the big guy is going to be very angry," Marc says.

"Which one?" Steven inquires.

"Both," Jake states.

When the trio's conversation seems to end. Sersi says, "We need a plan, Phastos is going to try and reach Thena, Druig, and Makkari on the Domo. Then we can come up with a plan. Kingo is already back on his way here."

"We better start figuring it out," Jake says.

Arishem's Location

"You have my attention, make it worth my time," Arishem tells her.

Y/N starts to explain, "To create a new celestial you have to build a civilization then continue to expand and build for thousands of years, maybe millions. Then you get to the point the emergence happens. You lose all that advancement and have to start over."

"New galaxies are born from that destruction," Arishem states.

"Sure, but what if you didn't have to destroy the planet that is already cultivated and produces massive amounts of energy? What if you can have a separate seed planet that has minimal life, that the celestial grows inside and put just Eternals on it? Hear me out. Eternals connect with the celestial when it emerges. If the celestial can tap into the power of the planet why not the Eternals? Then much like Phastos and the UniMind, transfer the power from the Eternals on the thriving planets that are continuing past the point they would have been destroyed and transfer it to the seed planet. We can channel it through the Eternals themselves to the ships to allow greater transmission. It can be constant or whatever it needs to be. There is just so much wasted potential and death. If we fail to come up with a system then we can lead the existing people to colonize the seed planet and still don't have to start from scratch. They can use the advanced technology of the planet they left to speed up the process. If all of it fails then you can wipe my memory and we can start over."

"All that work just to save one planet?" Arishem inquires.

"A heavily populated one well on its way to continued advancement. And many more like it that would otherwise be destroyed. We can create a system that both sides get to continue. Everyone wins. Why not let us try?"

"Fine, you have until the next emergence."

"When is that?"

"When we decide it is time," Arishem informs her.

"And how will we know?"

Arishem produces a new golden communication sphere. "Like all others before you. Betray us again and you will not find yourselves with new memories. You have defied us once. Fail and there will be no future."

With that, he sends her back to Earth.

London

Y/N is almost knocked to the ground as soon as she sets foot in the guys’ flat. "What happened? Are you alright?" Marc says. He had finally taken over.

"What did you say to get him to free you?" Sersi asks.

"That if we can create a UniMind on a universal scale, then no civilized planet will ever have to be destroyed to bring about the birth of a celestial. If Eternals can tap into the same energy network that Celestials do to develop then why couldn't we tap into that power, funnel it through the Domo, and transfer it to the seed planet ship and then to the celestial. The seed planet can have minimal organisms. So that it can supply the materials to make a new galaxy. If we don't get it right we can still colonize the seed planet, power it, and won't have to start with zero technology. But if it all fails, well, we can't fail, let's just say that."

"How much time do we have?" Sersi asks.

"Until the next emergence and that is whenever they decide it is."

"So we have to design a machine of sorts to do the impossible in who knows how long a time span, or suffer terrible consequences, did I get that right?" Marc asks.

"Well it was that or everyone dies," Y/N says. "I did the best I could, with the only option we had. I guess I'm the middleman now since it was my idea."

"No," Marc says.

"You wanted me back, right?"

"Of course but this is too much for you, you died less than a week ago, you need to recover."

"I need to keep this planet alive and the pressure is more on Phastos unless we can reach the Domo. If they can find others like Phastos we might be able to do this. This is the best and only shot we have to not bring the wrath of the celestials down. We can recruit the best of the best, tell them the futures of everyone is at stake and we will not give up.” The others seemed unsure.

“This is our home,” Y/N tells them. “We have to defend it."

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windy-trickster · 1 year

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I just- Thank you to everyone who's been supporting me today. I know all of this was so sudden and out of the blue. But I still wanna say thank you. Thank you for all of the kind words, all of the people who offered to let me vent to them and whatnot. You're all amazing and I don't deserve people like you. This has all been so sudden and difficult for me that I just,,,, Couldn't really do much. But I will give y'all some good news: According to the doctors, the brain cancer in my grandma is like- Small and scattered, so it's not as bad as me and my family originally thought, which is incredibly. And there may be a chance she'll be home tomorrow! Which is even better honestly. She's in the hospital right now and getting the care she needs and deserves. I may still be a little inactive/distant for awhile, but I'll try to reach out to people I message on here if I get the energy to do so. So just- Thank you all for the kind words and the good wishes. Every single one of you has made me feel better to come capacity and I appreciate it immensely. I love you all and I hope all of you have an amazing day/night/whatever time it is for you. Thank you. I thank ALL of you. This community has made me just- Feel special, feel loved and wanted. And it's just an amazing feeling. Hopefully I'll be back soon. I just need some time to collect myself.

#windy talks #ooc #i don't deserve you all <3

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justinmitchellfan · 1 year

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MERCEDES VARNADO X ARIANA GRANDE LOVE STORY SMUT WARNING ⚠️

TITLE: MY BOSS

Chapter 1

Mercedes sighed in annoyance as she scrolled through the list of jobs that were on her laptop screen ever since mercedes moved out of her parents place mercedes has have been trying to look for a job so she'll be able to keep up with the bills here and not having to keep making up damn excuses so far mercedes haven't had any luck on looking for a job her dad offered her a job at his company but mercedes don't know if she should take the job at his company but don't know if mercedes should take it because she don't wanna always depend on her dad

Mercedes closed her laptop shut as her phone dinged signaling that she had a new imessage and mercedes got up from her bed and shuffled to the other side of the room to grab her phone that was lying on her dresser

Dad: hey honey

Mercedes: hey pops what's up

Dad: I just wanted to know if you found a job yet

Mercedes: uh no I'm still looking

Dad: okay, well the offer to work at my company us still on the table

Mercedes: thanks dad

Dad: no problem, also your mom wants you to come over foe dinner Tomorrow night

Mercedes: okay I'll be there, we'll I got to go I'll talk to you soon dad

Dad: OK hun love you bye

Mercedes: love you too

Mercedes set her phone back down on the dresser before falling back down on her soft bed maybe I should take the job offer I mean it will help me pay the bills here and mercedes won't have to move back to her parents and mercedes do love her parents but I'm 19 years young and need privacy

Mercedes ran her hand through her hair before grabbing her towel and headed into the bathroom to take a shower before she headed off to bed

Chapter 2

Mercedes woke up from the sound of her ringtone - work from home by fifth harmony signaling an incoming call and mercedes groaned as she rubbed the sleep our of her eyes and walked towards her dresser and slid the answer button across the screen before putting the phone up to her ear

"Hello says mercedes in a raspy voice "hey sleepy head says Kimberly

"Hey Kim says mercedes as ahe yawned "did I wake you says Kimberly "yes you did so this better be important says mercedes causing Kimberly to laugh

"Well me and y/bf/1 are gonna go to the Cafe today and I was wondering if you wanna join us says Kimberly and mercedes looked at the time it's showing seven o'clock

"I don't know Kim I mean I'm still looking for a job an- "oh come on mercedes we haven't seen each other for a month now says Kimberly

Mercedes chewed on her bottom lip debating if she should go or not and I mean Kim is right mercedes hasn't seen her and k/bf/1 in over a month

"Okay I'll come says mercedes "yay ok I'll meet you there in ten says Kimberly "okay says mercedes before ending the call

Mercedes was currently on her way to the Cafe and couldn't wait to see Kimberly and y/bf/n hopefully to catch up on shit mercedes missed and minutes later mercedes arrived at the Cafe and parked her car next to a cherry red ferrari and quickly headed inside and took a seat at the far back of the place when she received a message

Kimberly: hey might be running a little late but y/bf/n should be there soon

Mercedes: okay

Mercedes set her phone down on the table and waited for y/bf/n and mercedes started to tap her nails on the marble table getting more impatient when someone caught her attention it was a girl with light brown long hair which was perfectly held back in a ponytail, she had dark brown eyes, beautiful caramel skin color she was wearing light blue skinny jeans, a grey sweater and white heels and mercedes must admit she was pretty hot and couldn't help but stare at her admiring every feature on her

Mercedes snapped out of her trance when she saw her look in mercedes direction, a smirk plastered on her face and mercedes looked down pretending to be on her phone mercedes glanced at her to see her walk past the table behind mercedes

"Hey mercedes says y/bf/n

Mercedes quickly looked forward and saw y/bf/n heading towards the table where mercedes is sitting and she dyed her hair blonde and still looked stunning

"Oh my God says mercedes standing up and engulfed y/bf/n in a hug

"God I missed you says y/bf/n squeezing mercedes harder

"I missed you too says mercedes as they pulled away and took a seat

"So how's everything says y/bf/n "good I uh moved out of my parents place two months ago says mercedes "really that's fantastic says y/bf/n as she smiled "I know but now I gotta look for a job to keep up with the bills says mercedes as she groaned "it's part of growing up says y/bf/n as she laughed "I know says mercedes as she mumbled "but how about you says mercedes

Kimberly arrived at the Cafe about an hour ago and the three of them just talked, laughed and catching up on a whole bunch of things

"So why don't you just take the job says Kimberly "because I don't wanna depend on my dad all the time says mercedes taking a drink of her pink lemonade "oh come on mercedes just take the job says y/bf/n chirping in "no says mercedes "yes you should it'll help with paying the bills so you don't have to move back with your parents says Kimberly "no I am perfectly capable of finding a job on my own says mercedes

"Mercedes I know you don't wanna depend on your old man but that's what family is for they take care of each other depend on each other says Kimberly

"Can we just drop this conversation says mercedes and the girls mumbled an okay before finishing up thier food

Another hour has passed and mercedes was on her way home and couldn't stop thinking about what Kimberly said I mean my dad is trying to help and all mercedes is doing is denying his job offer and a couple minutes later mercedes finally arrived home and got out of the car before walking to the front doors of her apartment and the apartments weren't to big or small there actually pretty nice

Mercedes pulled out her keys from her purse when there was a white piece of paper stuck on the door and quickly pulled it off and it was a notice mercedes has 30 days to come up with the rent

Mercedes quickly unlocked her door and walked inside before grabbing her house phone and dialing the person she needed to speak to and would be able to help with this

Chapter 3

Mercedes woke up from the sound of her alarm making mercedes quickly get out of bed and head into the bathroom to take a quick shower

Mercedes was currently on her way to her dad's company and her dad owns his record company and produces music and what not and at first mercedes dad wanted to sign mercedes because he said that mercedes had an amazing voice that needs to be heard but mercedes told him "no" that's when he offered mercedes the job

Mercedes pulled up to the huge tall building that had y/n records at the top and mercedes sighed before stepping out of the car and headed towards the building and mercedes decided to wear ripped jeans, a white button up shirt and white shoes

As soon as mercedes walked in people came rushing past mercedes almost causing Mercedes to fall and mercedes looked around the place and everything was either made out of marble or glass and also looked expensive

"Ahem can I help you ma'am says the woman

Mercedes quickly snapped her attention to the front of the place and saw a girl with blonde hair, ocean blue eyes sitting at a huge marble desk and mercedes slowly walked over to the woman

"Yeah um I need to speak to Mr. Y/l/n says mercedes "He's busy at the moment says the woman not bothering to look at mercedes "oh okay well just tell him his daughter came to see him says mercedes as she rolled her eyes causing the woman to look at mercedes

"Daughter says the woman and mercedes nodded before the woman grabbed the phone and dialed someone's number and mercedes sighed and looked more around the place everyone was dressed so nice

Mercedes was about to look back at the lady but someone caught her eye it was the girl from the Cafe yesterday she was wearing a suit with her hair held back by a ponytail and looked pretty hot in a suit

Mercedes was snapped out of her thoughts by the lady's voice and mercedes quickly turned to see the girl typing something on the computer

"Yes says mercedes "your dad is on the tenth floor room 322 he said to give you a name plate says the lady as she handed mercedes the name plate and mercedes thanked the lady before grabbing the name plate that had her name on it and headed to the elevator

Mercedes pressed the number 10 and soon the elevator started to move -there was only 5 people in this elevator and mercedes looked down at her feet and felt someone staring at her and mercedes slowly looked to her left and there she was just standing there looking at mercedes and mercedes couldn't help but blush

She gave mercedes a warm smile as the elevator stopped at the tenth floor and mercedes cleared her throat and stepped out of the elevator and headed down the long corridor when she felt someone's presence right next to her and mercedes looked out the corner of her eye and there she was again

God is this woman following me or something

As soon as mercedes got to her dad's office she knocked on the door when she heard a faint come in and mercedes slowly opened the door and saw her dad sitting at a huge desk and was on the phone

He motioned for both of us to sit down and mercedes took a seat on one of the leather chairs as the girl did the same and mercedes trailed the girl up and down with her eyes admiring her beauty

"Alright okay bye bye says the dad

And with that mercedes dad hung up the phone bringing his attention to mercedes and the beautiful girl

"Hello ladies, mercedes this is Ariana and Ariana this is mercedes says mercedes dad as he introduced them "hello mercedes says Ariana not making eye contact causing Mercedes to mumble a "hi"

"Well mercedes, Ariana here I mean Ms grande is now your new boss says mercedes dad

Chapter 4

What?!!?!- Ariana was gonna be mercedes boss don't get me wrong I don't mind her as my boss but to have a crush on my boss is kinda wierd

"My b-boss says mercedes as she stuttered causing Ariana to let out a little chuckle next to mercedes and mercedes glare at Ariana Before bringing her attention back to her dad

"Dad can I speak to you for a second says mercedes "sure honey says mercedes dad and he stood up and walking away from Ariana

"I thought you were suppose to be my boss says mercedes "no honey I'm not here most of the time and I own this place miss grande here is the manager of this place says mercedes dad as he explained causing Mercedes to let out a long sigh

"You'll be okay but I gotta go honey I have a meeting says mercedes dad before he said his goodbyes to Ariana and left and mercedes let out a long sigh before walking out of her dad's office when someone grabbed her wrist

"Where you going says Ariana as she tightened her grip on mercedes wrist -for a petite girl she's pretty strong and mercedes pulled out of her grip and started rub her wrist

"I don't want this job anymore I'll just tell my dad I already found a job says mercedes "but that would be lying says Ariana "oh like you never lied says mercedes as she retorted "yeah I have how do you think I got this job says Ariana as she smirked before walking past mercedes out of mercedes dads office

"Are you coming says Ariana

Mercedes quickly turned around and groaned before following Ariana-I just hope this day goes by quick

After an hour or so Ariana was finally done showing mercedes around the place and mercedes never knew her dad owned this kind of stuff and mercedes dad wasn't just a record producer he also had other companies he owned

Mercedes walked into the girls bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror —maybe I should just keep this job I mean it did make my dad happy that I finally agreed to take the job but it's just so weird for me to have a crush on my boss

Mercedes snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the restroom doors swing open and mercedes looked in the mirror and saw Ariana leaning against the door staring at mercedes eying mercedes up and down and mercedes cleared her throat before walking towards the restroom door when Ariana quickly pushed mercedes up against the wall and connected her lips with mercedes lips

It took mercedes by suprise but soon kissed Ariana back - mercedes wanted to push Ariana off but couldn't ever since mercedes laid eyes on Ariana and all mercedes craving is her lips and for her hands to be all over mercedes body

Ariana grabbed the back of mercedes neck to deepen the kiss as she trailed her hands down between mercedes thighs and mercedes squirmed under Arianas touch as she traced the now soaked boxer briefs and a moan escaped mercedes lips as Ariana started to massage mercedes dick over her boxer briefs

"God what I'd do to fuck you right here says Ariana as she whispered in mercedes ear as she removed her hand from mercedes jeans and mercedes groaned and wanted Ariana and need her but this was so wrong yet felt so good and right

"Don't be late for work tomorrow says Ariana as she smirked as she squeezed mercedes ass making mercedes gasp before she walked out of the bathroom

Mercedes gulped as she tried to take everything in on what just happened and fixed her jeans before quickly walking out of the bathroom making sure no one saw anything

The rest of the work consisted of me thinking about Ariana and her touch no matter what mercedes did she couldn't get Ariana off her mind and currently on her way home

Minutes later she finally arrived home and quickly headed inside her apartment and to her room after the thing that happened in the bathroom between mercedes and Ariana she just avoided mercedes like nothing ever happened

How old was Ariana —could I or her get in trouble for this

Mercedes pushed the thoughts back as she headed into the bathroom to take a quick shower before heading off to bed

Chapter 5

Mercedes woke up from the sound of her phone going off signaling that she had a new message and mercedes groaned before reaching for her phone that was on the nightstand and grabbed her phone and tried to adjust her eye sight to the phone light

Unknown: it's me Ariana where are you

Mercedes raised her eyebrow as she read the message and looked at her alarm clock reading 7:30- oh shit

Mercedes quickly got up from her bed and ran towards the closet and got dressed in grey sweatshirt hoddie and black ripped jeans before heading off to work

A couple minutes later mercedes finally arrived at work and quickly hopped out of her car and headed towards the elevator pressing the tenth floor and couldn't believe her second day of work and already starting to be late

Mercedes was interuppted from her thoughts when someone cleared their throat to the right and mercedes turned her head a little to see a light skinned girl with black hair brown eyes full beautiful lips and she was wearing a red dress with white heels and her hair held back by a bun

"Late for work says the girl "uh yeah says mercedes "first day or says the girl "second says mercedes "ah don't worry I'm sure your boss will understand says the lady when the elevator came to a stop and mercedes sighed in relief when

"Unless its miss grande then you're fucked says the lady before stepping out of the elevator and all of a sudden mercedes felt sick and her head started to hurt before quickly stepping out of the elevator and down the corridor which lead to mercedes office

"MERCEDES says Ariana

Mercedes stopped in her tracks repeating "please don't be her please don't be her before slowly turning around to be met with her boss

"Step into my office I need to speak to you says miss Grande before storming back into her office and mercedes groaned before walking into her office and shutting the door

"Take a seat says Ariana and mercedes nodded before taking a seat in one of the black leather seats that were sat in front of Arianas brown marble desk and watched as Ariana walked in front of mercedes and sat on her desk and mercedes gulped as Ariana opened her mouth to speak

"Your dad is having a party Tomorrow night it's for all the bosses and I want you to go says Ariana and mercedes sighed in relief and thought she was getting fired by Ariana for being late

"You want me to go says mercedes "isn't that what I just said says Ariana "but I'm not a boss I just work here says mercedes "so says Ariana

"Do you wanna go or not says Ariana

Mercedes chewed on her bottom lip debating if she told go or not — is Ariana my boss asking me out on a date

"Sure why not says mercedes as she stood up when Ariana grabbed mercedes by the waist and pulled mercedes towards her and mercedes bit her own lip as she tried to push Ariana away but Ariana tightened her grip on mercedes waist and leaned towards mercedes ear brushing her lips on mercedes earlobe

"Don't be late or you'll be punished says Ariana as ahe whispered harshly in mercedes ear causing Mercedes to feel uneasy

Ariana placed a wet kiss on mercedes neck before letting mercedes go and walks back to her desk and mercedes cleared her throat before quickly leaving Arianas office and into her own office

Work was finally over and mercedes couldn't be more happy and all Ariana made mercedes do was fill out some paperwork that Ariana was suppose to do and mercedes acted like she didn't mind but she did

Mercedes grabbed her bag along with her phone and headed out of her small office, locking the door she felt someone's hand rest on her shoulder causing Mercedes to jump and turn around to see the girl from the elevator with a smug look on her face

"Did I scare says girl as she laughed "no you didn't says mercedes as ahe rolled her eyes and as ahe picked up the bag that fell "I'm selena by the way says selena "mercedes says Mercedes as selena took mercedes hand in hers and shook it gently "but I think your suppose to call me by my last name which is Gomez says selena as she chuckled "well it was nice to meet you Ms. Gomez but I better get going says mercedes before walking past selena when she saw Ariana in her office and mercedes bit her own lip as Ariana traced her index finger over her own bottom lip

"Mercedes says selena

Mercedes broke from her trance and turned around to selena holding her phone in selenas hand and mercedes chuckled before grabbing her phone from selena thanking selena before heading into the elevator

Mercedes pulled out her keys to her apartment, opening the door and stepping inside and took of her white shoes and kicked them to the side and threw herself on the bed falling fast asleep

Chapter 6

Mercedes point of view

Mercedes woke up from the sound of her loud and annoying alarm clock signaling that she had only a little bit of time to get ready for work and honestly mercedes didn't want to go to work today because she didn't wanna face Ariana

Mercedes rubbed the sleep out of her eyes as she walked towards the bathroom to take a quick shower before heading off to work

Mercedes was currently on her way to work when she stopped at a red light and couldn't stop thinking about Ariana and every time mercedes gets near Ariana or when Ariana touches mercedes and mercedes gets a feeling she has never had before and wish things were different but Ariana is the boss and that's all she'll ever be

Mercedes was interuppted from her thoughts when the light turned green and pushed on the gas and sped off to work and she didn't want to be late again

A couple minutes later mercedes finally arrived at work and headed towards the elevator, on the tenth floor and as soon as the elevator came to a stop mercedes quickly rushed into the office and slammed the door trying to avoid Ariana as much as mercedes can today

Mercedes took a seat at her white marble desk and grabbed the stack of papers that sat in front of her on her desk when a yellow piece of paper caught mercedes eye and quickly grabbed it and read it

Hey remember tonight, don't be late baby girl x (;

P.s I need those papers done and completed by the end of the work day

It was read and a pair of red lips print at the bottom of the paper and mercedes sighed before grabbing the stack of paperwork and filling it out and the thought of Arianas lips pressed against mercedes lips came to her mind and mercedes bite her lip and looked out the window to see Ariana talking to some blonde

Mercedes broke from her trance when she saw Ariana look her way and mercedes quickly looked down at the papers and pretended to do something and that didn't work and there was a knock on mercedes office door

Arianas point of view

I nodded as Brenda continued to talk about all the things Ariana needed to do but wasn't really paying attention as her mind was focused on mercedes right now and the way that mercedes sways her hips, the way mercedes long hair falls when she runs her hands through and the way mercedes lips taste-God I would do to have her body against mine and the thought of pleasuring mercedes and mercedes moaning Arianas name makes Ariana a little happy

Ariana smirks as she bit her lip as she thinks of mercedes when

"Also your boyfriend left a message and he said he won't be able to make it to the party tonight says Brenda catching Arianas full attention- Ariana actually was glad that he wasn't coming because she invited mercedes and if mercedes knew I had a boyfriend, mercedes probably wouldn't let Ariana touch her

"Oh damn, I really wanted him to go.....oh well says Ariana as she shrugged when she felt that someone was staring at her and Ariana slowly turned and saw mercedes looking at Ariana through her office window when mercedes saw me notice her mercedes quickly looked away

"Okay thanks Brenda, now go get me a coffee says Ariana before Brenda ran off and Ariana smirked before walking over to mercedes office door and lightly knocking and waited until she heard a faint "come in" and Ariana quickly walked in mercedes office shutting the door

"You know it's not polite to stare a people darling says Ariana causing Mercedes to scoff "I gotta get back to work, boss says mercedes as she smirked "alright well remember tonight and don't be late or you will get punished baby girl says Ariana before walking out of mercedes office with a smug look on her face

Chapter 7

Mercedes point of view

Mercedes signed the last form before putting all the papers in a file and picking them up and taking them to Ariana's office and mercedes gently knocked on the door hearing a faint "enter" before walking in and seeing Ariana standing by her desk looking at the beauty of New York- she looked so hot in that tight red leather outfit she was wearing

Mercedes bite her lip as she made her way over to her desk and placed the pile of papers on her desk and just as mercedes was about to turn around and walk out of her office and Ariana stopped mercedes

"Yes says mercedes "I forgot to tell you to wear something nice, sexy , and easy to take off says Ariana as she smirked making mercedes feel a little uneasy and mercedes quickly turned around and rushed out of her office avoiding to respond to Ariana

Mercedes walked down the corridor to the elevator-why would she tell me to wear something like that, wear something NICE,SEXY AND EASY TO TAKE OFF, what does that mean, I don't even think I have something SEXY

Since mercedes got home which was an hour ago and have been looking for something to wear tonight -mercedes scanned one last time through her closet when a untucked black button up short sleeve louis Vuitton shirt and black pants and black shoes caught her eye and mercedes quickly grabbed it and smiled before slipping it on covering her boxer briefs

It fit perfectly, it had an opening in the back with a V shape around the neck, showing off the bad boys (boobs) mercedes looked in the mirror and was actually happy with her appearance ,the untucked black button up short sleeve louis Vuitton shirt and black pants and black shoes was easy to put on does that mean it's easy to take off ,oh well and mercedes walked back in the bathroom to get ready

Ariana messaged mercedes saying that she wasn't able to pick mercedes up and mercedes had to take her own car -which mercedes didn't care because if she was in Arianas car lord knows what would happen

Mercedes pulled up to the place Ariana said it was huge and damn the place was huge as it almost looked like the white house, it's just a little taller and mercedes parked her car and leaned her head on the steering wheel debating Wether she should get out or not

What Is mi not dressed properly, what if I'm too over dressed, and what if I don't fit in at this party because I'm not rich and shit

Mercedes shook those thoughts away before stepping out of the car and headed towards the entrance when someone grabbed her arm and mercedes looked up and saw some guy dressed in all black and had his hair in a bun

"Can I help you says the guy "uh yeah can you let go of my arm and let me go into the party says mercedes as she retorted "do you have an invitation says the guy "no says mercedes "no invitation on entry says the guy as he gently pulled mercedes back

"What the fuc-

"Jimmy it's okay she's with me says Gomez as mercedes heard the familiar voice shot as the guy let go of her arm

"Sorry Ms Gomez says Jimmy as mercedes glare at him before walking past him towards selena-she looked absolutely stunning, she was wearing a long blue dress that opened a little at the bottom

"You look beautiful as they both said in unison causing both of them to laugh

"Thank you says mercedes as she smiled "you're welcome, I didn't know you were a owner of a company says ms Gomez "I'm not Ariana invited me says mercedes "of course she did says selena as she giggled causing Mercedes to smile widely

"Well come on says selena as she laced her arm with mercedes and led mercedes inside -the place was fancy, the floor was white and gold tile, 10 or 12 Chandeliers hanging and lots of tables and people who mercedes didn't recognize

"I'll be right back says selena and mercedes nodded before she walked off toward some group of girls and mercedes sighed before she looked around the room trying to see I'd she could spot Ariana anywhere

"Champaign says some guy that was dressed in a suit as he held a tray full of champagne glasses in front of mercedes

"Thank you says mercedes as she smiled and took one and the guy winked at mercedes before walking off and mercedes smiled before putting the glass up to her lips ,taking a small sip of it when she felt a pair of hands rest on her hips

"You look absolutely stunning says the familiar voice that whispered in mercedes ear causing Mercedes to get goosebumps -mercedes bites her lip and turned around to be met with Ariana

She was wearing a tuxedo and had her hair held back in a perfect bun– to be honest she looked fucking hot and i just honestly wanted her to fuck me right here

"Thanks says mercedes as she smiled "I'm glad you listened for once and wore something nice yet sexy says Ariana as ahe bites her lip causing Mercedes to blush -she cleared her throat when she saw mercedes dad walking towards them

"Ms grande, mercedes says mercedes dad as he smiled "hello sir says Ariana "I can see you two are getting along real well says mercedes dad as he smiled as he puts his hand on Arianas shoulder "yeah well what can I say it's a thrill to har her working foe me says Ariana as she smirked at mercedes and mercedes rolled her eyes

"Well I gotta go talk to someone so I'll see you two next week and you look beautiful honey says mercedes dad as she smiled as he placed a kiss on his daughter's forehead and walked off

"You sure do says Ariana as she winked before grabbing mercedes hand and led mercedes to a table of people

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survey--s · 8 months

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612.

Were you awake before 9am today? I was, but I didn't get out of bed until almost 9am.

Do you have an alarm clock, or just use your phone to set an alarm? I use my phone.

Do you own any shirts with wording on them? Sure, quite a few.

^ If so, what does your favourite one look like? It's grey and says EAT. SLEEP. WALK BEAGLE. Sums up my life, hahah.

What beverage do you prefer to drink in the mornings? I have coffee and a glass of juice.

Tell me what some of your nearest & dearest like to eat for breakfast. Mike doesn't eat breakfast really - normally just coffee. My mum has tea at home, but if she's out she'll have Eggs Benedict normally. My dad likes porridge with loads of fruit/nuts.

What colour was the last car you travelled in? Metallic dark grey.

Have you added any books to your shelves lately? No, I don't think I've bought any books since last year, actually. I don't really read much nowadays.

Have you bought any new cosmetics or toiletries lately? Which? I've just replaced stuff that's ran out.

When was the last time you bought a new pair of shoes? Ages ago but I need to get new trainers and new wellies ready for going back to work next month.

^ What did they look like? I think they were just my blue and pink Skechers.

Do you own any sparkly accessories? Ha. No. I am not a sparkle sort of person.

Do your pets have a specific type of food that they prefer? We're actually very lucky as all four of them are very easy to feed. The adult cats eat Felix AGAIL in jelly, Simba has Whiskas kitten food in jelly and Archie gets Harringtons wet food/biscuits mixed up together. We just have everything on repeat subscription.

When was the last time you ate one of your favourite foods for dinner? I had pizza on...Tuesday, I think it was?

What’s your favourite variety of apple? Pink Lady.

Does anything you own have an image of a cat on it? I have cat socks somewhere.

Are you looking forward to anything within the next few days? Yeah, the local county show on Sunday, my mum coming for the day on Wednesday and hopefully going to the beach and for lunch with Susie one day. I'm also planning to meet up with Suzanne and Charlie at some point but it depends on the weather.

How have you mostly been feeling today? Hungry. We're getting takeaway for dinner so I need to hold out until then, hahah.

Does anyone you know own a pocketwatch? I went to school with someone who wore a pocketwatch lol.

Do you know what you’re going to have for breakfast tomorrow? Probably toast as that's what I have for breakfast 99% of the time.

How did you meet the last person you sent a message to on social media? She gave birth to me.

When you woke up today, did you have unread messages on any social platform? No, I don't think so.

Do you watch any costume dramas? How about medical dramas? I don't really watch either of those genres.

Which of your physical features do you receive the most compliments about? I don't really think I get many compliments about any of them, if I'm being quite honest.

Look around the room and name 5 random items. A leopard print cat toy/flirt pole thing, an empty glass from my iced coffee earlier, a hairbrush, a cloth to clean my glasses and a lighter.

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Never a dull moment (pt 1.)

Happy Friday, my fellow degenerates! It's the weekend, time to ~~party hard~~ get blasted and not have to worry about losing your job.

This was supposed to be a 'mini' - mini for me anyway - post that I intended to put up *well* over a week ago, but with CAG coming around so frequently and spending all day here, me getting wasted almost immediately after she leaves, and something or other taking up my time, it was pushed further and further back with ever more shit heaped onto the flaming dumpster fire that is my life. Gather round, as I serve you up yet another rambling tale of misadventure and woe.

Picking up where I left off on my last post, I passed out relatively early on the Friday night, waking up with just enough time to make it down to the liquor store before closing. Some missed calls and messages from CAG on my phone. Didn't bother replying as I knew she'd already be asleep by then. I figured I'd just slam a few more drinks and hoped I passed out relatively soon. Got maybe a quarter of the way through the wine - with a little help from some mouthwash shooters - before I felt sleep finally beckon, and I shuffled off to the bedroom to hopefully get some shuteye.

Ended up waking up, though, what felt like only an hour or two later. Decided to finish off my last post and get it up before I (maybe) passed out again. But merciful oblivion never came. I hit my second wind. I think my tolerance level has reached the point where my normal, maintenance-level, drinking just isn't having the same soporific effect anymore, but paradoxically energizes me instead. My body is exhausted from a streak of sleepless nights, but Mistress Alcohol wants me to stay up and drink with her.

0700 rolls around and I'm still awake. CAG messages not long after. She's an early riser, and I normally don't see her morning messages until hours after she sends them, when I wake up. Perhaps I wasn't clear enough the day before; maybe I didn't want to come off as rude or mean, but I dropped some not-so-subtle hints I needed alone time, and I didn't want this - whatever *this* is - to be an everyday thing. I knew lack of sleep would eventually catch up with me and I was going to crash hard. Last thing I wanted was groggily waking up to her hammering at the door, or demolishing the anti-Jonesy barricade to climb through the window. I tell her straight up she can't come around that day, that I haven't gone to sleep yet, I'm fading, and I'm still drunk and don't want to trigger her with my drunkenness. Incoming call: CAG. I'm really not in the mood. She asks if she *really* can't come over, I confirm, yes, she *really* can't.

0-narcissistic temper tantrum in 60 microseconds. She moans we were supposed to be making vegan shepherd's pie together that day. I tell her we can do it the next day, that I'm really not in a fit state to entertain her. She immediately demands I gather up all the ingredients for the pie and leave them on the porch, so she can come and collect them and she'll do it herself at her halfway house. Gimme a break. She can't afford a Lyft here and back and she isn't coming *just* to get that stuff. "No, I can't do that," I not entirely fake-yawn, "I'm fading fast. Please just come around tomorrow instead." Her voice takes on a sinister tone. "Ya know, most of the pots and pans in there I bought. When I come around again I'm going to collect the things that are mine and I'm putting them into storage." Classic narcissistic carrot and stick: *do what I say or suffer the consequences*. I'm not having it though. "Ok," yawn again, "feel free to grab whatever you want *tomorrow*." She abruptly hangs up on me after demanding I call her a Lyft to get to her AA meeting.

Sleep continues to elude me and I'm left with an ongoing feeling of brain-fog. As the sun rises on a new day, I'm left with a few drinks' worth of mouthwash. I slam them in the hopes it does something, *anything*, to get me into bed and passed out. I'm just at the stage where I think I might be able to sleep, if even only for a little while when CAG chimes in again. She's back from AA and meekly apologizes for the way she spoke to me earlier, that she could have come around and wouldn't be triggered by me being drunk, but she's triggered because of what I told her the doctor said about my elevated white blood cell and liver enzyme count and still drinking. I try to reassure her that having elevated liver enzymes/white blood cells is standard for CAs but she's not having it, says she's upset her dad and I are drinking ourselves to death. I don't take the bait and tell her I'm feeling much better than I did when I went for that doctor's appointment. I can't help thinking how it's less about me (and her dad), and more about how it affects *her*. Never mind, not getting sucked into the same old games.

Still no word from Gun Girl. Last message sent from me Thursday evening/Friday morn, unread.

CAG messages again, when I thought she'd be doing...whatever...for a few hours and leaving me alone to get merry. Says she left a bag in the Lyft to her AA meeting and she desperately needs it back. Groan. Even sober she's so fucking scatterbrained. She can't call the driver or use the Lyft app because her broken phone is still only a Wi-Fi platform, so it's up to me to do the leg work for her, so to speak. I manage to contact the driver, who seemingly doesn't speak a word of English, and ask if he can drop off the bag CAG left in his car. He says he has it - via Google translate - and asks for an address. I tell CAG there's a $15 lost item fee and she points out she can't afford it. For a moment I consider paying it for her - the 'right' thing to do, no? - but I hold off while I ask her what's in the bag. Turns out it's just a couple of make up items, cheap and disposable. Awesome, just tossed away 2 hours communicating with Lyft and a driver who doesn't speak English, only to find it's not even worth $15 to get it returned. Well played, CAG. Another brilliant fucking waste of my time.

I contemplate heading to the store for more booze then. It's a Saturday, so busses are hourly. I can't be assed going to the local Walmart for 2 or 3 items and literally doing laps around the store, buying nothing else, until the return bus comes, so settle on trudging to the local gas station/liquor store for their more expensive - albeit conveniently available - wines. Not going just yet though, as it's still over 100°F and even just sitting on the shaded porch, wearing only shorts, for a cigarette, I'm dripping with sweat.

Gimpy leg has returned with furious vengeance. The last couple of weeks before CAG happened on back, I was feeling fine, good even. The pain, the limp, it had completely dissipated; I could walk normally again. But now I was back to shrieking electrical pain and shuffling with a pronounced limp. Under perfect conditions it should only take me literally 12 minutes to walk there and back, but with gimpy leg it's 20-25 minutes, and I don't fancy that trek under the burning Arizona sun, so nurse my mouthwash until it gets cooler. I wind up picking up two bottles of wine. I'm getting through one and a half to two bottles a night now. Seems like not long ago just one bottle would last me a night.

I woke up a little later than I intended on the Sunday, probably making up for the lack of sleep from the day before. As usual, bevy of messages from CAG. Still nothing from GG. Raging hangover. Good sign, I guess, in that I don't feel still drunk. CAG wants to come around again. I had assumed the ballache of getting two buses here on a weekend schedule would dissuade her from coming, but the inconvenience didn't seem to bother her. A new sensation flared up then: annoyance. I wanted to chill, I wanted to get drunk, I wanted to sponge out in front of the laptop, I wanted to get this posted, but instead I have to sit and watch tv with her for x hours of the day while WDs crept in and she rabbited on about people I didn't know and didn't care to know about. I considered telling her not to bother, that today wasn't a good day for me either, but I knew she'd have another meltdown. I wasn't in the mood for, nor was it any longer my responsibility to deal with, one of her temper tantrums so all I could do was grit my teeth and text "cool, see you in a bit."

She didn't stay very long. There seemed to be a mood in the air; she was acting different. Quiet, pensive, contemplative maybe. She suggested we watch the *Obi-Wan Kenobi* show, I suspect more to try and please me - or at least wanting to have the appearance of that - than any real desire on her part. I'd already seen it like thrice over, but I'm a Star Wars nut, so I didn't mind. Of the prequel trilogy she's only seen *The Phantom Menace* and while OWK does a fairly good job of summarizing *Attack of The Clones* and *Revenge of The Sith*, I have to pause quite frequently in the early episodes to explain some things she doesn't get. "Ugh, what's this 'Episode II', 'Episode III' stuff!? *Star Wars* was episode I, *The Empire Strikes Back* was episode II, *Return of The Jedi* was episode III, and then these stupid prequels came out and they changed the numbers for no reason! They're prequels, they shouldn't be I, II, III!" This isn't the first time we've had this discussion and I can only laugh, "CAG, the original trilogy - which you saw in the cinema when they originally came out - was already subtitled IV, V, VI *before I was even born*". Sober or drunk, she picks some weird fucking hills to die on.

We go out for a cigarette during a lull between episodes and I decide to set her straight. I tell her, as sensitively as I can, I need more time off from her, that I need to step up my job-search game because I can't afford rent & bills for the coming month. Because of CA time displacement I felt like it was still the first week of July, but it's not; I'd drunkenly pissed away almost two weeks fretting over her and GG. She doesn't get angry or upset, as I imagined she would, but nods in agreement, saying she'll just come around on Tuesday or Wednesday instead. She leaves after what feels like 2 or 3 hours, when she normally stays for 6 or 8. At least I can drink earlier.

She texts later in the night to say she got home safe, and she had fun at mine. Despite myself, I can't help but ask if she's ok, because she normally doesn't leave that early. She replied she was just tired and everything's fine, but "it's good to know you're not sick of me." Hmmm.

Monday. I really had intended to light a fire under my ass in terms of getting a job. There was only two weeks left until the next month and I thought maybe, maybe, *maybe* if the universe aligned just right and I got a decent-paying job sharpish, my first paycheck would hit before rent was due. But I put off contacting the agency who got me lined up with my last job. I've been lowkey worried that with the easing of Covid lockdowns - when they got me the job last year all communication was through webcam or phone - they would ask me to actually go into their office for a face to face chat or interview. Never mind the ballache of having to get multiple busses to their office, or the anxiety of interacting with people when I've got WDs, when I worked with them last time I had to do all these performance tests with various Microsoft Office programs, to ensure I was the "right fit for the job." Data entry proficiency I had absolutely no trouble with, as I've got a type speed and accuracy above that required for secretarial jobs, but I'm sure plenty here can relate with the fact that in all my office jobs over the years I've never had to use more than the most basic functions of Word or Excel. When I did their little tests at home last year, I just opened a new window and Googled "how to do x, y, z on Word/Excel" and passed with flying colors. I mean, if it's vital to whatever job I could get I'm sure they'd give me training on it anyway, so I didn't see the point of their daft tests, but I was worried if the agency wanted me to come in and do those tests again in-person, which I'd naturally fail.

I was stuck in something of a can't/must quandary then. I knew I needed to call the agency, with the slim hope they retained my personal details and I wouldn't have to do their stupid tests again, but I fucking hate phone calls and knew it would give me anxiety, which meant I'd have to drink just to talk on the phone. So I did what I always do and dithered instead. CAG popped up then, last fuckin' thing I need. "Hey, I think I might go to the Walmart near you. We could meet up if you want?" No, no I don't want. I thought I made it perfectly clear I need Monday 'off' from her. I gently deflect her by saying I don't plan on leaving the house because of the heat and because I need to contact the agency. "I could come around after I'm done at Walmart? I won't stay long." No! She knows from our time together I hate making phone calls and asks if I need a drink to steady my nerves. I'm wary of discussing boozing with her because I don't want to trigger her and go right back to dealing with an alcoholic psychopath, so I answer honestly: "I don't know." I'd been trying to put off drinking until later into the day, and with her coming around that meant I wasn't drinking until 6, 7, 8 at night for the most part, but here I was, early afternoon, eyeing the bottle and knowing I needed it just to make a fucking phone call. Fuck it. I caved a few hours before the agency closed. *Just a few for Dutch courage* became *this is fun* and I watched the clock steadily wind down to closing time as I slammed more drinks.

Sunset. CAG says she's going to bed early because she's tired. Cool. I'm out of sauce and throw my kicks on for a booze run. I see my big toe poking out of a hole in my shoe, I can't help but laugh. Despite CAG having done the laundry for me, I'm still not wearing socks. I guess maybe because I don't know when I'll be able to do, or afford, laundry again and I don't want to 'waste' them on something as trivial as trips to the liquor store. I make it halfway there before I absentmindedly pat my ass and realize I've left my wallet at home. FFS. I try not to sit on it when I can help it, on the off-chance it has something to do with my gimpy leg, so take it out whenever I can, but there have been a few occasions where I've been tipsy or blasted and not realized I've left the house without it.

When I finally shuffle to the liquor store I go to pick up my usual: two bottles of cab sav. Except they're out. Fuck. Their wine section (such as it is), is right next to the register, so I have to awkwardly tell a number of people doing their shopping, "you go ahead," and motion them past because they think I'm in line, while I'm examining the red wines they do have for alcohol content. It's all weak ass 8-9% shit, fuck if that's going to tide me over for the night. I settle for a couple of pinot grigios. 11%. Weaker than my 12.5% cab sav and I fucking hate the taste of white wine, but it will have to do.

Except it doesn't. Card declined. Shit. The bills must have hit already and I'm out of money. Shit, shit, shit, fuck. My drunk/lazy ass been hitting up the local liquor store far too often when Walmart is cheaper, but I haven't been functional (or mindful) enough to get the bus there and back. There's a line growing behind me and I suddenly feel *very* self-conscious as I try my card again. I've been wearing the same clothes for what feels like six weeks now, and I don't think I've showered in that time either. I must look - and smell - like a disheveled hobo, and here I am with two bottles of wine on a Monday night nervously, and desperately, swiping my card multiple times. *Eh eh eh eh*, the card reader squawks every time. The teller mumbles something about maybe it's just my card and I almost blurt out *but it worked last night*; the store only has 3 employees and the dude serving me then served me the night before. Instead I croak a nervous laugh, "uhh, think I need to go and get my other card haha," and bolt it out of the store with my tail between my legs, trying not to make eye-contact with anyone in the line behind me.

I am fuming on the ~~walk~~ shuffle back home. I'm completely and utterly broke. I still have mouthwash at home that I can drink, but I was nominally supposed to be tapering down with wine mixers, the whole "getting your life back on track" thing. I consider catching a late bus to the local Walmart to pick up some almond extract, or what have you, with my food stamps, but decide against it because I'm too fucking lazy. Fuck knows how much I even have left since I've been paying for CAG's food and drink. Weird, since she gets free food at her halfway house, vegetarian/vegan as well. Minty, antiseptic, breath and screaming shits are a small price to pay for getting wasted that night.

I get home and angrily crack open a new bottle of that sweet Equate mouthwash. I take my phone out of my pocket and place it, face-up, within my field of view, just in case GG messages and I don't want to miss that. It's been like 4 days since I've heard from her. I don't know what I've said to upset her; I thought we ended things on a good note when we last spoke, and we were headed towards full reconciliation. But how can you tell someone it makes you cry to admit you love them and if they're in danger of homelessness you have a spare room they can live in... and then just ghost them? Whatever. I don't care. I constantly feel like I'm begging for scraps of attention and affection anyway. As with 95% of my relationships I'm far more invested in them than they ar-

Tuesday. I wake up with a start. No recollection of going to bed. There's a bottle of mouthwash on the pillow next to me. My head is fucking pounding. It's that awful wire wool brain sensation of a hangover. I stagger out of the bedroom, fill up a cup of ice water and make to go out on to the porch for a breakfast cigarette. All the lights still on in the house paint a picture of me staggering straight from my computer chair to bed to pass out. My laptop is open and unlocked. I usually shut it down or at least put it on sleep mode. Messenger is open. Conversation: GG. *Fuuuuuckkkk*. My eyes focus on the last thing I sent. "Why are you doing this?" - 0328AM. I have absolutely no recollection of sending that, and I'm angry at myself for doing so. *We were trying to be brave and stoic, and you fucking cave like this?* Message unread, as are the previous ones I sent her, the last time we spoke. She'd normally be up now so she should have read my drunken mishap. Instead, silence. Again.

CAG messages, says she's on the way to mine and will be there in a couple of hours. I groan in frustration; her visits are coming earlier and earlier. I'm feeling far too ropey to deal with her. Maybe if I'd had more time to sober up and feel better I might have had more patience for her, but I knew I couldn't ask her to delay coming over or postpone it for the next day because she'd have another narcissistic meltdown. The way I felt then, I contemplated going for some hair of the dog. I'd considered it before, when she came to visit, but I put it off both because I was legit trying to push drinking as far back into the day as I could, and because she would instantly know I'd had some booze. But temptation gets the better of me and an hour or so before she comes I fold and start chugging the mouthwash. Even if she can smell it on my breath she can't say with complete certainty I wasn't using it for its intended purpose.

She arrives just as I shut off the oven, from cooking the vegan shepherd's pie. She'd insisted I cook it when she's not there because using the oven raises the ambient temperature of the apartment, and with only a couple of box fans for climate control we're usually sheened in sweat from just quietly watching tv. I can't help but think of how much a kick she gets out of the control factor though. I try to put GG, and drunk-messaging her the night before, from my mind and have a pretend-fun day with CAG. The pie turned out pretty good. It's only vegan because she is and I prefer the real deal, but I give myself a pat on the back for the quality of the finished product. It's the first meal I've made for CAG since she's been back that she's completely scoffed. Normally she always leaves bits and pieces which is a strange concept for me, having been raised in a "clean your plate" household.

I wind up staying up late, like stupid late, into the AM glugging the mouthwash. I can't sleep, for some reason, probably because of the tolerance again. I'm having my seventh or eighth "I'll go to bed after this" cigarette when something weird happens. A pair of lights flash on the wall across the street, from what looks like someone in the adjacent AirBnB unlocking their car. It's like 4 in the morning, what are you doing up at this time? I rarely see the guests who stay in the AirBnB and my interaction with them is limited to the odd smile, wave, or "hi". But the current occupants seem a little sketch. On more than a few occasions probably a dozen or so different vehicles came and went from the unit all day. "It's probably drugs," CAG had scoffed. I initially dismissed it as more of her conspiracy thinking, but that morning I considered she might have had a point. I'm not really paying attention to whatever the AirBnB guest is doing until, out of the side of my eye, I see two girls titter out onto the driveway. They're barefoot and the driveway is graveled. One of them - and I can't tell because of her dark skin tone and the sun not having quite risen - seems to be wearing only a bra. Just. A. Bra. The other appears to be in some fancy-looking lingerie with rather fuck-me fishnet stockings. They must be bloody prostitutes as I can't imagine anyone else sauntering around their home so scantily clad, especially since I thought the AirBnB guests were a dad and his to 'daughters'. They open the doors on a car in the driveway and appear to be taking things into the house from it. I know it's early hours but the property isn't walled and they're right on the street; anyone driving past is getting an eye-full of T & A. I exaggeratedly clear my throat, both because I'm choking on phlegm and I figure they could do with a warning the whole world isn't asleep. They both glance up from whatever they're doing in the car before getting back to it, seemingly without any concern of how exposed they are.

Wednesday, CAG returns to form when she says she wants to clean the bathroom. The whole rationale for her being here was supposed to be that she wanted to clean the apartment, to help me, before the annual inspection happened. After a week of doing so she seemed to lose interest in the idea though and I figured she got bored with her cover. She does a good of job of scrubbing the place out while I rustle us up some vegan chicken burgers. Should have taken a picture for scale, but these things are ridiculously oversized, like bigger than our hands. If there's one good thing about her coming around, it's that I'm eating somewhat regularly again, I guess. When I walk her to the bus stop later, so we can go food shopping and then she can go home, she expresses the sudden concern she's going to shit herself. I can't help but laugh and tell her while it might be an occupational hazard for CAs I'm surprised she's still got a leaky bum after having been sober for so long. "I never had a problem with diarrhea because of drinking," she tuts, as if I said something ridiculous. "That was because of food poisoning or I took too many laxatives." For fucks sake. I've written before about how terrible she is at acknowledging the realities of being a CA and here we had a shining example. I'm not in the mood to 'debate' her though and just nod an "mmmhmm".

When we get to the store she immediately rushes for the bathroom while I go around picking out things she asked me to buy, to take home or enjoy when she comes around mine. I head to the booze aisle and contemplate picking up a bottle of $2.50 wine with the spare change I have in my pocket. CAG finds me there, looking hagard from her power shit. To my surprise, she offers to give me the last of her remaining cash to buy more than one, and some more mouthwash. I half expect her to ask if we can go back to mine and drink together, but she looks away instead and says, "one isn't going to do you, and I don't want you going through withdrawals if you won't go to the hospital." Huh. I almost miss my bus home because she has the runs twice again while we're there, but we both make it to our own busses and back home in good time.

As I get deeper into the wine, GG's silence starts to gnaw at me. I can't think of any reason why she'd be deliberately ignoring me like this. We've gone a day or two without talking, maybe, but we've been pretty regular in our level of communication. I look at the message I sent her a couple of days earlier, when I drunk-messaged her, still unread. I try not to get angry but I can't help but feel like she's playing games. She's 9 years older than me, I would have expected her to be more mature. If she doesn't want to talk anymore she could have said so; if she's with someone else she could have said so. Would it really have cost her anything to say, "let's just be frien-"

Thursday. I awake, again, with no recollection of having put myself to bed. Looks like I demolished a bottle and a half of wine and more than a few glugs of mouthwash. I gingerly check Messenger to see if I messaged GG again, like the last time I blacked out. Thankfully, that's a no. Then a thought occurs to me. I remember her telling me, for some reason, there were times when I would message her and she could see what I said via notifications, without the message having a 'read' tag to it on my end. I check my text messages. I sent her one last night. Balls. "Are you ok? What's going on?" It's not bad in the grand scheme of drunk-texts but fuck I gotta stop doing that shit. No response from her. Surprise surprise.

I have a couple of quick wine mixers, to get rid of the hangover, before CAG comes around and we have a fairly uneventful day. I tell her about watching a video on Bhutanese cuisine the night before, neither of us really know much about the country but I randomly drop that from what I remember smoking is largely banned there. "Well we can cross that off the list of places we're going to visit." I don't say anything. *We*. At various times since she's been back she's made noises about wanting to leave the country and heavily implied I'd be going with her. She has her eyes set on Panama, and has been saying things like "you should look into it," but never has a retort when I tell her I don't really have the desire - or funds - to leave the country *alone*.

Saturday. Once more bolt up in bed from a blackout. I barely remember Friday. CAG was here, I felt annoyed at her being a drag on my time, we spent all day watching tv, I cracked open the mouthwash and then...nothing. CAG messages to announce her imminent arrival. Then my phone buzzes again. I expect it to be some demand I do something for her, maybe meet her at Walmart. But my heart jumps as I see *1 new message: GG*. I hesitantly open it up and see I'd drunkenly angry-messaged her the night before. Oh. Fuck. The last couple of times I had some vague sense of familiarity on reading the words I wrote the night before, but this time I'm struck dumb. I have absolutely zero memory of messaging her. Worse - a million times worse - while I'd tried to maintain a civil, neutral, tone in my prior messages I went fucking ballistic with this one. I asked her why she was being so cruel and sadistic, I asked her why she couldn't just say she didn't want to talk to me anymore or just be friends; I asked her why, if she was with someone else, she couldn't have just said so.

She says she's been silent because she didn't have phone or Internet service, that she's so broke she got cut off. A million thoughts run through my mind. I don't even have time to process a response as she immediately goes on the attack, telling me she's not with anyone else, and that I 'obviously' must love and care for her if I'm coming at her so. That "things" have happened to her since we last spoke that she doesn't want to get into, but I'm making it all about me because I wasn't concerned something might be going on with her. She calls me a "controlling, manipulative, self-righteous, narcissist." I might be a deadbeat CA, but I try to own my flaws, and this isn't the first time she's thrown this scripted shit at me, which really sounds like it's aimed at her ex-husband or some other guy she dated before or after. We get into a heated back and forth then. I'm taken aback by the ferocity of her attacks on me when I'd only expressed hurt and sorrow in my last message. I'm not a fucking mind-reader, so for her to get bent out of shape over me not intuiting her phone/Internet service (allegedly) being out or sussing out the other 'stuff' that happened to her makes me want to fight back. What was I supposed to fucking do, take a $100 Lyft I can't afford out to her place on the off-chance a plane had crashed into her house or something? I'd (semi-)joked about her explosive anger before and I'm getting a prime example of it now. She could have just said "hey, sorry, my Internet/phone got cut off! I'm not and haven't been with anyone else, dumbass," and things would have gone back to being good and normal. But instead she starts throwing out all these off-the-mark insults and accusations about how I made this all about me, and I don't care what's going on in her life. I'm instantly put in mind of the spat we had after the funeral she went to, how she dialed up the notch on righteous indignation and vindictiveness when I was constantly offering to bury the hatchet with her.

I am seething. Fuck, the timing is cosmically infuriating. I can't get sucked into an all-day battle with GG as CAG is due imminently and she'll flip if I'm spending time constantly on the phone. Grrr. I step out on to the porch for a breakfast cigarette. There's a large tree limb in the yard. I vaguely recall a storm from the night before. I don't know if it was a lightning strike or gale-force winds, but one of the larger branches from the tree in the front yard has been ripped off and is lying there on the ground. CAG comes through the gate and steps around it as I finish rolling my cigarette. She offers a tired "hey" as I light up. I'm already not in the mood and would rather be talking to GG. Restless leg all day as I drop some not-so-subtle hints CAG should go home sooner rather than later. I swallow my pride and message GG she could have told me her services were about to be cut off - if that's even really the issue - and maybe I could have helped her. Left on (un)read for the day.

Sunday I wake up to the sound of knocking at my door. I don't need to check the porch camera to know who it is. I can only groan "you gotta be fucking kidding me!?" before I roll out of bed and shuffle to the door. CAG's sat at the porch table, smoking a cigarette. "You weren't responding to my messages so I thought I'd just come over before it got too hot." She's a terrible communicator, in more ways than one, but I especially hate, then, how she never waits for confirmation through textual conversations. I'm the kind of mate who'll give you constant real-time updates if we're meeting up; "just getting in the shower now," "setting off in a bit," "10 minutes away," etc. because I'd expect someone to do the same for me. CAG will text "can we meet up at 12?" and if she doesn't hear anything back she'll just be there anyway.

I know most of my crankiness is centered around GG from the day before, and I try not to misdirect myself into taking it out on CAG, but I can't help feeling irritated she's woken me up. Going to bed later and later and poor-quality CA sleep is really kicking the shit out of me. Another wasted day of sponging out in front of the tv with her, watching stuff I've either seen before or I'm not interested in. I'm constantly checking my phone for word from GG but nothing. I tell CAG, with a little more of a growl than I'd intended, she is not to just show up again like that uninvited, that she should get confirmation from me in future so our plans line up. I get a message from her after she gets back to her halfway house later, saying she feels hurt that I open myself up to "Internet strangers" (as in, you lot) but I was a "closed book" with her. Never mind the fact she has no one but herself to blame for ignoring, talking over, and disregarding me during the years we were together, one of the hallmarks of pathological narcissism is to isolate the victim; I know she's jealous of the fact I have friends from/on here and she knows I won't use my laptop while she's here nor do I really use my phone either. I've lowkey suspected one of her motives for coming here all the time - when I seemingly have nothing to offer, even attention - is to prevent me from writing. Lol I remember back in 2020 when I could have Reddit up on my laptop and be writing about us while she was in the same room, oblivious and uninterested. Perhaps I should never have mentioned what I write about and how frequently. Hindsight is 20/20 etc. etc.

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ratscabies · 1 year

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um. so I hope tomorrow morning I'll get a message back from my pcp about whether or not she'll refer me for surgery. and then hopefully I can then call the surgeons office and schedule my consultation

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1/19/2024

The sun was really stretching across the sky today.

Positive thing: I actually got homework done ahead of time, and my roommate friends made a good dinner like always.

Sitting with a friend with both our laptops open and working on stuff does wonders to my brain somehow. I guess that's just the magic of parallel play. I didn't finish everything, but I did get a good chunk done, and the rest isn't due until Tuesday so I still have time.

Anyways, I am in a state of absolute giddiness right now because one of my friends from class is coming over tomorrow and I'm going to be evil and make her watch 逃げ恥 (translation: I shyly brought up the idea and she said okie dokie and inwardly I was like you don't know what you just agreed to but I'm not backing out now). She likes Asian dramas in general, so hopefully she'll enjoy this one too. Even if not I'll take any excuse to watch it again so it's a win-win for me. Maybe we can grab some lunch while we're at it too.

I was messaging the airbnb lady today too since I had to send some info for our Japan trip and she ends some of her messages with a ^_^ face which is cute. In response I send a ^u^ face in kaomoji solidarity and I don't know if she appreciates them but for me it's like a fun bit I'm doing. If it were socially acceptable I'd end my work emails with :3.

#skyposting #thoughtposting

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January 11th, 2024

My sort-of-step-mom left today to go to California for literally one day. She has a gymnastics meet there, and since she'll be gone for a lot of this year and doesn't feel the need to go to Disneyland again, she decided she'd go for the minimum amount of time. Regardless, this means that I said goodbye to her today because I won't see her before I leave.

I did many last-minute errands today, I picked up my prescription, I went shopping for the things I had been asked to bring from the US, I went to pick up the ski jacket my mom had offered to give to me. That last one also doubled as me saying goodbye.

I don't really know how to feel about my mom right now, and I don't really know how to treat her, but I can at least come to tell her I'm leaving tomorrow. It also means I'm able to give my dog a goodbye as well. We've had him since I was 10/11 and I have loved very few things more than I have loved him. He's getting old though, and every time I leave it becomes more and more possible that it could be the last time I see him. I wish I could remove the grey from his muzzle and his eyes, but instead, I just hug him close and remove the food that gets stuck in his cheeks.

When I got home my dad offered to make spätzle, to which I asked if we could do something else. Now listen, I love spätzle as much as the next girl but the problem is my dad grew up with 7 siblings. That means he does not know how to make food for less than 10 people.

He had made some recently for Christmas and the leftovers and been slowly chipped away at over roughly 2 weeks. I tried to explain to him that just because I didn't want spätzle today doesn't mean I now suddenly hate spätzle, but I'm concerned the message did not get through. I know I'm going to be hearing about how I hate spätzle for the rest of time.

Anyway, his other option was that we go to his (I think) favorite restaurant, which does wood-fired pizza. He's become a regular there, and all the employees know who he is. I have to work hard to make sure we don't go there for lunch every Sunday. Still, it was the restaurant he had taken us to for dinner when I first arrived, so I figured it might be a nice bookend for my winter break. He told me to invite T as well, and got very frustrated when I told him that he was working right now so we would have to wait.

I tell T every time my dad invites him without me asking, because I know it makes him happy that my family wants him to be included.

My sister and I watched some tv together while we waited, and when T's shift was over we all headed to the restaurant. I asked my dad if we could get another pizza because last time I had been still hungry when I finished mine, and he and I had both stolen slices from my sister's pizza. I'll have to remember to suggest this in the future as well, because it was a brilliant idea on my part.

We ate and talked and my dad grilled me (of course) about when I would be back in the summer (I don't know if I can, much less when) and what my plans are for when I finish my Master's (take the time in between my thesis submission and graduation as a true break (maybe go to Italy?) and then hopefully start a job that helps with PhD applications).

We finished up and headed back, T spent the night again but completed the tradition of him watching me last-minute pack and clean well past midnight. We sat with each other a lot, and cried a little. In case no one told you, long distance is not very easy. I try to make sure he gets held for as long as I can before I leave.

#t #family #sister #january #mom #dog

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hi suz! gosh, i've gone and done it again, it's been a while since i last messaged i'm sorry! the last week or so has just gone by in a blur.

what have you been up to since i last checked in? are you feeling any better? tell me all the things!

thank you SO MUCH for sharing your linstead fic, i can't wait to read it soon!

honestly dreaming about surprise songs is one of the most fun things about going to the eras tour lol my show isn't until the end of 2024 and i'm ready thinking up surprise songs that i'd want to hear. since she'll be resetting surprise songs and i'm assuming we'll have rep tv by the time your shows are, i am keeping my fingers crossed that she sings a rep track for you! the folklore and evermore sets are probably my favorite during the tour because they're so incredibly stunning, especially visually. the projections during august, the moss piano for champagne problems, the choreo of willow...everything about those sets are perfect and were probably my favorites of the eras tour. the rep set also really goes off so i know you'll have a great time then. the whole concert is amazing! that would be a super cute look for tour, the lover heart around the eye is *chef's kiss*

please let me know if you pick up any of the books i mentioned! i'd love to hear your thoughts! are you reading anything currently?

i'm definitely into the holiday spirit! it's been busy around here lately, but i've been watching 1-2, sometimes 3, christmas movies a night this week which has been really fun. i rewatched scott wolf and kristin chenoweth's hallmark movie the other day and it really is one of my favorites. it always makes me cry! i'll probably watch it again before the end of the year lol

sending love, good vibes and lots of holiday cheer! - secret sleuth 🧡 🔎

Omg don't even worry! I totally get it. I was so insanely busy with work and everything, it's a miracle I even get to open tumblr anymore these days.

What have I been up to? Hm, I'm still coughing really bad like 3 weeks later, so I think I might have possibly had the C-word. Work has also been busy, since I work at a bookstore and holiday season... retail hell and so on. Working at a store doesn't really make me appreciate the holidays any more. People can be so horrible and I've barely been keeping it together.

I'm crossing my fingers for King of my Heart for Vienna concert because the friend that I'm going with (and that got me a ticket as a gift), that's her favorite song, so I really want that. I've given it a lot of thought obviously, but The Lakes would be amazing, since it's one of my faves, but also DBATC because it took me forever to not mess up the lyrics and I would proudly scream it, and I just love it so much. Ahh I am so happy you liked the folklore and evermore sets, that makes me even more excited. In a way, I'm super happy we got the movie, because that means I won't be worried about every detail, and I'll be able to be more present. I'm just so incredibly excited!! 137 DAYS!!!!

Of course I will! I'll try to get some for the holidays, maybe I'll have some time to read then. I need a break for real. So this is gonna sound funny, but there's this YA really old book series called Sadler's Wells/Ballet Slippers. And I kinda wanna do a Nace AU loosely based on the main love story in it, so I'm re-reading that hahaha. Also sometimes it just feels good to read something like that for the nostalgia, you know?

Omg, lucky you! I haven't watched any in the past week. It's been busy, and I'm just tired. I really do like that one so much! I did watch Holidate last week, I really think Emma Roberts should only do rom-coms, she is so good at them!

Tomorrow is the last hectic day at work, so I'll hopefully be a bit less busy from then on and finish setting up my tree (it's been lightless since I got sick, I know, a travesty).

Sending lots of love and christmas magic! ✨🎄☃️

#secretsleuthgiftexchange

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I 100% relate abt the school stuff bc I'm literally dying with all my uni assignments rn

WHY IS UNI SO HARD.

anyways, hope life gets better for you!

so unfortunately, about my problems, it is about the girl that comes unannounced. she's been making my life hell for the past week and it's Monday tomorrow so *sigh*, I gotta go back to my hostel and face that bitch again.

ok so I'mma try to make this as short as possible but really, I don't think it's possible.

so the girl right (we'll call her A to not make you confused), like I said, is my housemate's friend. she's been inviting A to stay in our house ever since last, last thursday like that even though A literally lives a floor above us.

at first I'm like, fine. whatever. not a big deal even though I'm not a fan of it but bro istfg-

these bitches started making noises in the middle of the night (and when I say middle of the NIGHT, I mean 1-5 am which is technically early morning but you get what I mean.) even my other housemate has started joining them and bc of this, ever since last week, I've been waking up randomly at early hours bc of their laughter or just the smell of them cooking in the kitchen (my room is quite literally next to the kitchen).

one time I was so fed up, I literally called my housemate from my room with my phone bc I'm too lazy to get out of the room and asked her in a tone that obviously SCREAMS I'm pissed off, "do you know what time it is?" AND SHE HAS THE AUDACITY TO ANSWER LIKE "it's 1.40" LIKE BRO THAT WAS OBVIOUSLY A RHETORICAL QUESTION💀. once I asked her to keep it down, the house went silent as if no one else was living there. but the damage was done. it took me a long time to sleep back.

even my other housemate (we'll call her P) is so fed up of these girls. she's literally my only ally rn. she's the only person I could talk to about all of this. I have another housemate but she mostly minds her own business and don't dare to take action. so me and P talked about this and she told me that when she was at campus, she saw one of our seniors who's in the student council. this senior and her friend mainly takes care of all hostel matters. so P told her everything- how my housemate brought A and let her stay in our house for more than a week, how A laughs like she's been possessed in the middle of night, how A would make a mess every single night in the hall and the kitchen and wouldn't bother to clean up- basically everything.

ofc our senior agreed and promised that she'll talk to them about it. so my housemate who's the cause of all this is in the volleyball club and so are the seniors. so according to P's friend, during the volleyball training, the seniors scolded my housemate regarding this matter until she CRIED. I have no idea what exactly happened- me and P just heard it from someone else but yeah, when my housemate came back, she wasn't cheerful as usual and when P asked her what happened, she just said that she was tired.

our seniors told us that if A STILL stayed the night in our house, immediately send them pictures and let them know so that they'll take actual serious action (like, telling the warden)

and guess what.

ding ding ding! A STAYED.

she stayed and made herself at home so much that I woke up at 5 in the fucking morning bc of her laughter. even after getting scolded to the point she cried, my housemate STILL invited her friend in! so I messaged P to get her camera ready.

around 7am like that, I got out of the room and the first person I bumped into was P. she showed me all the mess A did and told me that she has already sent all the pictures to our senior. she even took a picture of A sleeping in our house as proof.

so yeah, basically that's it so far. the warden could've come during the weekends and solve this but literally all of us went back home during the weekends so this matter will only be solved this week, hopefully. if this bitch A still lives in my house...girl, I'm moving out and will just take the LRT every day to class. it'll be a bother waking up early and stuff but anything's better than living with that hoe. I'm typing this during Sunday night and am dreading to go back tomorrow but oh well 🤷🏻‍♀️ less than a week and October's ending so.

reaaaaally sorry to dump this long ass ask on you btw but yea, hope you're doing well

can we call "a" asshole?

ALSO NO MY TULIP YOU NEED YOUR REST WTH

YOU NEED TO BLOSSOM

I swear if I had a spare room I would give it to you no questions asked iofjeifjigjwjgijwif I hope you're okay now bby..

can you sleep better now?

AND WHY DOESNT YOUR HOUSEMATE JUST GO TO ASSHOLE LIKE IFJIFJWEJFIWJF HUH

instead of bothering you and p and the silent one, these two could literally just go downstairs like is that so hard?!?

I hope it gets settled then.

-your concerned diamond </3

#we stand P in this household #have lots of rest my precious 🌷#🌷 anon #my beautiful 🌷#🌷tulip #🌷#my blossoming 🌷

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Baby Shower

Chapter 7 - Together - Adam & Ellie.

A/N: This chapter is a fast forward. Rereading it seems like a filler but a fluffy filler! I’m loving my new collages!! SO PRETTY!!! I hope you like it!

Comments always welcome good or bad!

I am only tagging those who have asked to be tagged in this new series from now on as I don't want to annoying people with tags. So Let me know if you would like to be tagged and if I missed anyone sorry just let me know!

Find previous chapters HERE under Together - Adam & Ellie.

Word count: 1885

WARNINGS: ⚠️ Fluffy fluff, NSFW & adult language.

Pairings: Adam x Ellie.

Enjoy 😘

I've been home for 4 days now, I'm bored Adam is at work he wanted to stay home but I convince him that I am fine. But now? Now I'm bored! Daytime TV is awful, I decide to go for a walk. I pop into Bridezillas, Jess looks up at me as I walk into the shop "Hey Ellie! How are you feeling?" she has the most fake smile.

"Hi, I'm feeling OK, just bored!"

"I can imagine it must be just staring at 4 walls all day. Have you heard anything about what is happening to the girl that attacked you?"

"Erm, last I heard they were charging her. Adam is dealing with updates. Has it been busy?"

I don't know if it's real or fake but she gives me an apologetic look "Psycho, hopefully she'll get what's coming to her. Today has been pretty steady actually" the shop phone rings Jess smile and answers it.

I hear the shop door open and turn to greet what I thought would be a customer to be face with his 'Why aren't you resting, look' I feel like a kid being caught with her hand in the cookie jar "Ellie, what are you doing here? Why aren't you at home with your feet up?"

I give him my best pouty sad face "I was bored, so I thought I'd go for a walk and just popped in. How did you know I was here?"

He gives me that grin, "I was walking back from the shop, we needed more tea at work and I saw you in here"

Jess interrupts "Ellie, are you OK to keep an eye out here for a minute or two? Amy is on her break and I need to check out back if a customers dress has been altered?"

I look over my shoulder at her "Yeah, that's fine" She smiles before rushing out the back to the stock room.

"Busted then! I was just so bored I was going to go stir crazy just watching TV"

His arms come around me, his cheek bushes mine as he whispers against my ear "I could've kept you company, but you told me to go back to work!"

I laugh, "Adam!!" I playfully swat him.

"Back thanks Ellie!" Jess calls from behind.

"Right, come on I'm taking you to lunch"

"Oooo, can we go to The Grill? I'm really feeling a chicken burger! Oh, and ice! Baby wants ice!"

He laughs, entwines his fingers through mine and pulls me towards the door "Bye Jess!" I call over

"Bye!"

We get outside "I just need to pop these into the office" we walk over to his office, we get out the front then I freeze on the spot.

Adam turns to look at me, then it clicks and his face turns to concern "Ellie, beautiful! I'm sorry! You know what I'll leave these here and tell Rob there outside. Don't worry I won't let anyone hurt you or Charlie! I promise! Let's get you some lunch"

~*~*~*~

After lunch Adam drops me home, I'm looking round the spare bedroom we emptied a few weeks ago. We have the paint, furniture, and furnishings. Nina and Al decided to stay another week after my incident with Laura. I give Nina a text, half an hour later, Al and Nina arrive "Ellie, let's get start on this room" Nina rushes me upstairs. She paints not letting me help and Al puts together the furniture.

I hear my phone.

*1 New Message from Hubster*

[Hey yummy mummy, I hope you're at home resting! I will grab you a couple of bags of ice on the way home! x]

[Hi my gorgeous husband, I am! I've just grabbed one of your hoodies while the heating is heating up as I'm cold. I will send a photo as proof haha! You know how to make a girl happy, I just finished the bag we got at lunch :( xx]

I take a kissy-pouty face photo with his white hoodie in my hand to throw him off and hit send.

*1 New Message from Hubster*

[Beautiful! Probably all that ice you've eaten that's made you cold. OK, I'll get 4 bags might last until tomorrow at least. x]

[Haha, it probs is! I might get in bed until I warm up. Not a bad craving to have, can't put on weight eating ice! haha. We will see you later xx]

Later I'm just putting the vacuum round Charlie new bedroom, Nina and Al have, left as they have plans with Elaine.

"Ellie? Gorgeous? Are you here?"

I hear him call out as he comes in for work "I'm up here! Come up!" I call down, I rush out of the room and close the door.

He reaches the top of the stairs and turns to me "There you are!"

"I have a surprise for you!"

He narrow his eyes at me "Would it have anything to do with that paint on, your forehead?"

I touch my head (Crap!) "Ellie, what have you been up to?"

"Come here, cover your eyes and follow me!" I pull him with me as I open the door "You can't open your eyes until say!"

He grins, I pull him further into the room "Open them!"

He opens his eyes and looks round the room "Ellie, Wow! This is amazing!" he has the brightest smile, "Wait, you didn't lift that furniture did you?"

I laugh "No, of course not. I got your mum and dad to help. Your dad put everything together your mum painted the walls, I did offer to help but she would only let me make teas"

He wraps his arms around me "Ellie, it's perfect!" he claims my lips with his "Now, let me make you dinner!"

"No, Adam I'll make it! You've been at work all day"

He cups my face "And you're pregnant and came home only 4 days ago! I'm cooking no arguments" he kisses my lips softly. I know there's not point in protesting.

~*~*~*~

4 Weeks later.

He clutches my hips as I'm bouncing up and down him "Fuck baby! That's it ride me!" he pushes off the bed and sits up as pulls me to his lips.

I grasp his lip between my teeth, he groans and I let go before his lips kiss along my pulse line. He moves his hips up burying himself further into me "Yes! That's it! Oh!!" a wave of pleasure explodes between my legs and I hit my climax.

He drives into me a few more times before he hits his own.

I collapse onto him, he wraps me up into his arms "Do you have to go to work today?" I put on my pouty face.

He chuckles "Not had enough?"

I shook my head, "You will have so much more fun with me" I wink.

"I would but I'm busy at work" he kisses me gently before getting out of bed, he turns "But you can always join me in the shower!" he winks. I jump up, and he pulls me towards the bathroom with him.

After our shower we are in the bedroom getting dressed, I'm sat on the bed when I feel a flutter in my tummy (That's new) I rest a hand against my bump and I feel it "Adam!! He's kicking!" He spins round and rushes over to me, I take his hand and place it where I felt the kick.

*Kick!*

Adam felt it, his face lights up "He kicked!" then another and another. "Oh wow! This is amazing Ellie!" Adam's phone rings and rings and rings "Rob, what's up?...Yeah, of course. OK, I'll be right there!" he hangs up "I've got to go. I love you...the both of you" he kisses my cheek then my bump.

"We'll see you later!" I smile.

I have today off as Amy needed to swap days. Mum has invited me to lunch at the club, I take the train into the city centre.

[Hey husband! <<I don't think I'll ever get bored of calling you that! 5 weeks tomorrow you made me your proud wife! How's work? Not working to hard I hope?! You'll need your energy for later ;) Just on my way to mum's club for lunch. x]

*1 New Message from Hubster*

[Hello my beautiful wife < I won't get bored of calling you that either xx. Wow, feels like yesterday! Yeah, work is fine muddling through. Oh, will I now? Why would that be!? Have fun and think of me stuck here! xx]

[Good because that's my title until I'm 6 feet under! haha. Aww just think we could be in bed sweating, panting and screaming each others names...but you chose work. Because I plan you for you to fuck me all night! haha! x]

*1 New Message from Hubster*

[That won't be for a long time yet! Fuck picturing it now *boxers feeling tight!* I won't make that mistake again. I plan to keep you in bed until you're sore ;) I need to get back to work. I love you both xx]

[I could've helped with that....but I can't now. You better not!!!!!!!! Ooooh looking forward to it. We love you too x]

~*~*~*~

I get to the club and head inside.

*SURPRISE!*

I look around the room is decorated in blue balloons, it's a boy and baby shower banners! Everyone is here my mum, Tom, Amy, Justin, Elaine, Nina, Kerry and Adam. My emotions get the better of me and I burst into tears.

Mum rushes over to me "Oh, El's this was supposed to have the opposite effect"

I smell his aftershave then feel his arms wrap around me "Hey beautiful! No tears!"

I smile through the tears, he cups my face and wipes them away "Sorry, I just wasn't expecting this! It's such a lovely gesture!" I apologize.

I dry my tears and Adam leads me to a table "Was this your doing? I thought you were busy?"

"Hey Ellie, You can cry if your want to 1. it's your party and 2. you're pregnant, you can be emotional and no one can question it" Elaine calls over.

He gives me a smug smile, "I had to make you believe that because I needed to get here to help your mum. Do you really think I would have turned down a day in bed with you for work?"

I laugh, "I'll remember that next time! Your mum is here! She's racking up some air miles"

"When Mel mentioned it to me a few months ago I had a word with mum. I said she didn't need to come down, but she wanted to. I think she likes you more than me," he laughs, "But seriously she wants to be here in her words 'Adam don't be so silly this is my first grandchild I'm going to get on the first plane for everything, the birth, their first steps etc'"

I laugh, "Bless her!"

Later after gifts and food. I'm catching up with Tom "How are you feeling El's?"

"Like an emotional hippo!" He laughs, "So, it looks like you and Justin are over your little spat?"

"Yeah, El's there's something I need to tell you," he gives me a look I can't read.

"What? What is it?"

"El's, come on let's cut the cake!" Mum pulls me away before Tom can answer. (What does he want to tell me?)

Continue reading this story here - Chapter 8.

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