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[theladyofdeath]

Lady Death's Lover {9}

Lady Death's Lover Masterlist & Summary

19th Century Period AU Nesta x Cassian Secret Affair / Enemies to Lovers / Forbidden Romance Fanfiction / Characters from Sarah J Maas / ACOTAR Based on a prompt sent in by anonymous

A/N: Queue the fireworks...and the drama.

TW: marital abuse, sexual content, language, depression, alcohol abuse

This story is for readers 18+. Mature readers only. Content should not be read by anyone under 18.

Wife,

I am writing to inform you that I am prolonging my absence. I will write again when I know of my return date. It will be a fortnight at minimum. 

Sincerely,

Tomas Mandray

<.>.<.> Cassian <.>.<.>

Three days have passed since the ball and she’s all I’ve been able to think about. 

I feel foolish, utterly enraptured by this woman who can never be mine. Yet, I cannot seem to stay away, which is how I have found myself standing at her front door.

The sun has nearly vanished and the city of Velaris is painted in pink and orange. You would think that such a beautiful display of nature would calm me, but the serenity only has my nerves worsening. 

I knock before I can back out.

The head butler greets me although there’s nothing pleasant in his expression.

“Good evening, my lord,” he says, his voice low with a hint of confusion. “Lord Mandray is still in the north, I’m afraid.”

I try to put on my best disheartened expression. “I see. Is Lady Mandray home? It’s urgent.”

The butler hesitates but ultimately succumbs. “Yes, my lord. Let me show you to the drawing room.”

Hiding my relief, I follow him into the house and down the hall to the drawing room. He leaves me alone to fetch his mistress and I find my way to the floor length windows, staring out at the gardens that Nesta and I got lost in only days ago. Mere minutes pass before I hear her voice.

“That will be all, Alfred, thank you.”

As I turn around, the doors close softly behind her and we are alone. The room falls into silence and we stare at one another expectantly. I’m scared to say a word, afraid that the help is still standing outside the door, waiting to collect their gossip.

“Lord Cassian,” she says, at last.

“Lady Nesta,” I reply, with a nod of my head. “I apologize for the intrusion.”

“It is no intrusion,” she says, her voice louder than usual. I assume she is thinking of the nosey help, too. “Have you news for me to pass along to my husband?”

The word husband surges through me with a spike of jealousy, but I play her game. “Indeed. Shall we sit?”

“Please.” Instead of making our way to separate seats, we meet at the settee, sitting together. When she speaks again, it’s quieter. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“I had to see you,” I say, unable to hide it, unable to deny a damn thing, knowing we don’t have much time. “The other night felt…”

“I’m sorry I had to run off,” she whispers.

“Do not apologize,” I counter, longing to reach for her hand but refraining. “You did what you must.”

Nesta’s quiet for a moment, staring at her hands that are clasped together on her lap, on top of her pale blue skirts. When she does speak, she repeats, “Why are you here, Cassian?”

“I’ve already told you—”

“No,” she says, and when she looks at me, her eyes are blurry. There is regret there. Regret, and longing, and an undying sadness. “You are here to suppress me.” 

I blink, not understanding. “Pardon?”

“You are here to make me feel want, jealousy, for something that can never be.” A tear falls down her cheek and she angrily wipes it away. “And that is cruel.”

“I am not trying to be cruel—”

“Then what are you trying to accomplish?” she breathes a laugh that holds no humor. “The other night…” She shakes her head but her eyes remain on mine, dejected and yearning for something that is imaginative. “It was lovely. Our moment in the garden, with you, made me feel alive and for that I am grateful. However, it is good that we were interrupted. If we were to kiss, Cassian, there would be no going back. Not for me. And that is something that I cannot risk.” 

I am speechless. Foolish, too. I had no idea what I was thinking coming here, or what I had hoped to accomplish. I was only thinking of myself and not her. I was thinking of how she had been affecting me, and not how I would affect her by my presence here.

“I’m sorry,” I say, and when a tear slides down her face once more, I reach up to wipe it away.

She does not push me away. Instead, another tear falls at my touch. 

“I will leave you alone,” I say, and I mean it, but I will not go quietly. “I am sorry if I have made you feel any distress, but you have no idea what you have done to me. Since that first day we crossed paths, you have consumed me. Not a waking moment goes by when my thoughts do not drift to you, and I cannot sleep without you infiltrating my dreams. You are, without a doubt, the most intriguing woman I have ever met. You are stunningly witty and intelligent, and your beauty…” She swallows as I speak, hanging onto my every word. “You make me laugh. And you infuriate me at the same time. And I hate that I cannot kiss you, that I cannot hold you in my arms and make you feel as loved and appreciated and wanted as you should feel.” 

“Cassian—”

“I am irrevocably in love with you.” The words pour out of me before I can stop them, and the moment they leave my mouth her silent tears have turned into a downpour. “Even if you will never be able to return that love, I thought you should know that someone loves you as you deserve to be loved. Unconditionally. Without fault. Wholly.”

“We hardly know each other,” she protests, wiping at her eyes. Her words lack strength, as if she’s trying to convince herself just as much as me. 

“I know you well enough to know how I feel,” I promise, “and I know myself well enough to know that I have never felt this way about a woman, nor will I ever feel this way again.” I reach for her hands and she lets me. I cradle them in my own, brush my thumbs over her smooth skin. “Forgive my selfishness. I know my feelings make no difference, but I had to tell you. I had to let you know that you are loved, Nesta, and always will be.”

I wipe her tears away and my confessions turn into silence that she does not respond to. I do not expect her to. She is married. Yet, we sit there unable to keep our hands off of one another. My thumbs brush along her cheeks, her hands grip my wrists. I can feel the warmth of her body. 

I don’t know how much time passes, but I know that we are running out of that precious time. I force myself to stand up from the settee, force myself to look away from her tearful gaze. I force my feet to move, one foot in front of the other, until I reach the door.

I force myself to reach for the handle, but one word stops me.

My name.

“Cassian.”

By the time I turn around, she’s already in front of me, and before I can catch my breath, she’s throwing herself into my arms and her mouth is landing on mine.

For a moment, I’m stunned, lost in this moment that could never be replicated, but then I’m melting into her. My arms wrap around her waist and I draw her against me, as close as she can get, until I feel every inch of her body against mine. Our tongues brush and I am lost in the sweet taste of her. The help outside fades away, as does the fact that we are in her home that she runs alongside her husband. 

The second her lips leave mine, I feel empty. She escapes my embrace and takes two steps back, then three, then she’s so far away that I cannot touch her. We are staring at one another as if something monumental has just happened, something that cannot happen, something that should not have happened, something that changed everything. 

I want her. I want to take her away from here just as much as I want to lay her down on the table, strip her bare, and ravish her. Her eyes fall from mine and land on my heaving chest just before they land on my groin and the blatant display of my passion. 

Her lips are swollen. Her hair is falling from its pins. Her cheeks are rosy.

I have never seen her so beautiful. 

“You must leave,” she says, and although I knew it was coming I still feel like I’ve been blindsided. “We must never speak of this again.”

“Nesta—”

“Please,” she begs, eyes shining. “I am begging you, my lord. Leave.”

I nod, accepting our fate. I know she is going against her wishes, know that she is defying her heart. Nonetheless, I must listen. I have created enough inconveniences already. 

I swallow as I straighten my jacket and run a hand through my hair. “Goodbye, Nesta.”

“Goodbye, Cassian,” she says, and her voice breaks, tearing my heart out of my chest and leaving it irreparable. 

With nothing left to say, I open the door and let myself out. The hallway is empty as I make my way down it and to the front door where I rush past the butler and into the open night air. 

It’s peaceful outside.

But even the famous Velaris starlight cannot make me feel whole again. 

#nessian #fanfic #fanfiction #regency au #19th century au #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acosf #acofas #nesta #cassian #sjm

[berryaide]

I’ll always be here

Neteyam x GN!reader

A/N: sorry about that, not sure what happened but here’s the repost

Content warning: fluff, comfort, GN!reader

Neteyam was frantically searching high and low in the forest for you. You were hunting with him and it was all going fine until you missed a target, for the 4th time. Frustrated, you ran off and by the time Neteyam got back to his Ikran you were out of sight. He assumed you went back to High Camp but when he got back everyone was questioning him where you were.

With your ikran nowhere to be seen Neteyam assumes you must still be out there in the forest, hoping back on his ikran, he flys out in search of you. This wasn’t anything new to him, you often went through rough patches and when the stress and anxiety finally cracked through you’d disappear.

But every time, Neteyam always finds you.

Sighing in relief, he lands his ikran next to yours which was a few feet away from where you were, sitting alone in the fetal position by a tree.

You see him walking up to you but you don’t move, instead curling in even more not wanting him to see you like this.

He sits down next to you and wraps his arm around your hunched back “you gonna tell me or are we gonna sit?” He asks, waiting for your answer with the patience of Eywa

But when you still don’t reply he understands. He presses your head into his shoulder and he can feel the tears drip into him.

Without you noticing, Neteyam connects his and your queues together. He feels your pain reflected in him and it breaks his heart knowing you felt this way.

You and him sit there quietly while you weep, all the noise in your head buzzes and it makes your mind go foggy.

The buzzing slowly fades away when you hear the soft “shh” from Neteyam’s lips. He smooths down your hair in gentle pets till he feels your head clear from all negativity.

He uses his other hand to lift your chin up to look him in the eyes and he kisses the corners of your eyes where your tears fell. He smiles at you warmly with soft eyes as he brushes your cheek with his thumb.

“Just breathe, love. It’s all ok” he whispers comfortingly, giving a peak to your forehead.

Your heart beat slows down and your breathing steadys. You kiss his lips gently and he feels you finally calm down.

“We can go back whenever you’re ready. I’ll always be here for you whenever you need me.”

#neteyam fluff #neteyam x reader #neteyam #avatar the way of water #avatar #atwow #comfort

[cattaeil]

gorgeous ; lee jeno

"and i'm so furious

at you for making me feel this way

but, what can i say?

you're gorgeous"

pairing. lead guitarist!jeno x student journalist!reader

genre & trope. fluff | band!au | university!au

warning. suggestive-ish

setting. campus

You clutched your tote bag as you lined up outside the university's gate, patiently waiting to get inside the campus.

"Who's performing right now? I will scream, cry, and throw up if 007 has started their set already!" the girl behind you whined.

007 is a band composed of four members: Na Jaemin, the drummer; Lee Haechan, the bassist; Huang Renjun, the rhythm guitarist; and Lee Jeno, the lead guitarist. The lead vocalist? Anyone among them, depending on who gets to be assigned.

Aside from being talented, good-looking, and kind-hearted, they also excel academically.

"Well, you can start screaming, crying, and throwing up now! A friend texted me, the boys have already performed two out of four songs. Jaemin sang Mac Miller and Ariana Grande's My Favorite Part, which he dedicated to his best friend, now girlfriend. Gosh! I envy her so much!" another girl spoke, replying to the first one's lament.

The previous girl gasped. "Right?! Like, okay, I'm genuinely happy for her, haha! But, God?! How about me?! I'm your child, too?!"

"Bitch, shut up. You don't even know how to pray."

You bit your lower lip to stop yourself from laughing.

Everyone wants them.

Everyone wants him.

After standing for quite a while in the queue, you hurriedly made your way towards the grounds, in front of the outdoor stage for tonight's music festival. It is one of the events organized for the celebration of the university's founding anniversary.

You politely excused yourself while squeezing through the crowd. As you settled on your chosen spot, located in the middle of the venue, you felt a pinch on the right side of your waist.

"Babe!" Your friend and co-staff in the student publication, Ningning, greeted you with a big hug, which you gladly returned.

"You're late! I've been waiting for you! I even thought you'd skip the event," she nagged.

"Hey, it's better late than absent! And," you paused, lightly poking her cheek. "You know I can't."

You really cannot.

Not when you still have a task at hand.

Not when someone requested for you to come.

Ningning needs to take photos for documentation. You, on the other hand, must note all the information that you will need to write your articles.

While anticipating the continuation of 007's performance, you busied yourself typing an outline on your notes app, occasionally asking Ningning about the highlights of the program that you've missed.

Your phone started beeping.

handsome: wifey ㅠㅠ

handsome: where are you? are you watching the show?

handsome: i have something to tell youuu

handsome: the song assigned to me is a... uhm, it's a bit flirty ㅠㅠ

handsome: i told haechan that i'm already married to you, i shouldn't be singing songs like this

handsome: what if i sing the alphabet song instead? to piss him off? ★.★

handsome: it doesn't matter

handsome: you're the only one i'd be flirting with anyway

You blinked in confusion, still processing what he meant.

handsome: i love you

A roar of cheer erupted as the song's intro began playing. You tore your gaze off your phone. The sound from the speakers stimulated vibrations that can be physically felt across the venue, fueling everybody's adrenaline.

"Can you blow my whistle, baby, whistle, baby? Let me know"

Eyes widened, jaw dropped. You stared at the front. Jeno, 007's lead guitarist, took the center stage for their last song.

"Girl, I'm gonna show you how to do it and we start real slow"

You shivered upon hearing the lewd lyrics coming out of his wicked mouth.

"You just put your lips together and you come real close"

The audience went crazy. This moment may be the wildest part of the night.

While every member possesses all-round skills in performing, Haechan is the one who usually covers the part of the lead vocalist. That man got the face, the wit, and the personality—undeniably, the perfect frontman for a band. Hell, he is also the brain behind the selection of sensual songs that will be part of the setlist.

The crowd probably expected him, Jaemin, or even Renjun, to sing this type of song. Anyone but Jeno.

Lee Jeno—the man blessed with a pair of eyes that curves like crescent moons every time he smiles, a pointed nose he scrunches when he is sulky, a soothing voice capable of calming anyone on their worst days, and a pair of lips that only speaks kind words—is singing a sinful hymn about asking for and guiding someone how to properly...

A warm sensation spread over your cheeks.

"Can you blow my whistle, baby, whistle, baby?"

His eyes found yours in the middle of the crowd.

He playfully smirked, you rolled your eyes.

He lifted his right brow, raising a question. You gently shook your head while the corners of your lips curled upwards, forming a genuine smile.

"Here we go"

The beat dropped, your heart thumped.

That's your man.

#jeno #lee jeno #jeno au #jeno drabbles #jeno fic #jeno imagines #jeno scenarios #jeno fluff #jeno x reader #nct #nct au #nct drabbles #nct fic #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct fluff #nct x reader #nct dream #nct dream au #nct dream drabbles #nct dream fic #nct dream imagines #nct dream scenarios #nct dream fluff #nct dream x reader

[lemmilemura]

Okay this isn't perfect but it's good enough for me

All kept gender-neutral

Based on the show

When a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend throws a party and invites your friend of a friend of a- ya know what, you get it, you end up being invited too. You knew absolutely nobody there, but you found that a good thing. New people to meet, no way of destroying existing friendships, the chance of finally landing a decent guy. And, very luckily, you find one fast. You find a guy kn the kitchen who looks mighty fine, and when you enter he isn't immediately trying to get you in bed. He's witty and smart, plus not bad looking. You hit it off like a bomb, and you're really glad you came to this party.

Long story short you end up going to one of the many many rooms of the house, probably Guest Bedroom Nr. 27 if you had to guess, and 'spending some quality time together' that you will definitely not soon forget. You honestly don't know how long you were in there, but it was oh so worth it. While you didn't know much about him, you knew his name was Simon and that he was amazing in bed.

You do end up exchanging numbers and social media, after all neither of you wanted this to be a one time thing, but also weren't quite exclusive yet. You keep talking for the next couple days, learning more about eachother besides just your prefrences in bed. And if you were honest, he wasn't that bad a guy, more ways than one.

Your parents randomly decide that your current school isn't good enough, too mich drama or something, so they send you to another one, closer to where you live.

So, the coming schoolyear, you go to Bayview, knowing nobody. Just like the party, it was really only good. You went your first couple hours mostly in solitude, yes you did meet a few people, but none were in more than 1 of your classes. Lunch was when it got interesting.

You sit down at an empty table with your lunch, really just looking around at the other students, seeing a shit ton that were also at the party, atleast the ones you could recognize from the shitty lighting there was. 'Dude must be popular' you think to yourself. "Excuse me, is there space for 3 more?" You hear beside you, and see a girl you don't know yet. "Sure. Be my guest" you reply. "Thanks. They're still gettikg their food. I'm Maeve by the way. Maeve Rojas" she introduces herself.

You shake her hand and say your name. Her eyes get bigger when you say it. "Wait, you're (Y/N) (Y/L/N)? Really?" She seems giddy with excitement. "Yeeeees? Why, do we know eachother?" Surely you would remember her. Maeve takes out her phone and types a message to someone, then turns to face the queue of people waiting for food.

In line, a girl takes out her phone, so you assume she's who Maeve texted. She seems to get excited too, but not quite as much as Maeve. She starts shaking a guy next to her who you can't quite see because he's facung away, then when he looks at her she points over at you.

The guy who turns around is none other than the guy you slept with like a week ago, Simon. You're both surprised, him more than you by only a little. You wave at him, and he waves back. "Sooooooo" Maeve starts, leaning her elbows on the table and getting closer. "You're new here, right?" She has a grin on her face. "I am. Moved here about a month ago." You reply. "Cooool. Do you know anyone here?" She asks.

"Well, considering you're making that face and you immediately pointed me out to your friends, you know that I know Simon." You respond. The look on her face is one of 'shit I got caught'. "What do you know about me?" You ask. "Where to start... Ooh! Simon said you were probably the best se-" she gets whacked in the head by Simon, which shuts her up. "Don't you fucking dare." He threatens.

"Ow you dick!" You and the second girl laugh. She sits down next to Maeve and Simon sits next to you. "What did she tell you?" He asks, staring daggers at Maeve. "Nothing. Was just about to though, before you gave her a concussion." You joked. "He's like that. Don't mind him." The new girl says. "I'm Janae" "(Y/N), though I suspect you already know that." She just nods.

"What are you doing here?" Simon asks. "Oh I don't know, I think I'm about to explode." You say nonchalantly. "You fit right in." Janae says. "So, why Simon?" She asks. You raise a brow. "Why Simon what?" "Why'd you fuck him?" Simon, who was just taking a gulp of his drink, almost spits it back out. "Janae I swear to god." He coughs. "What? I'm genuinely curious!"

"Well for one he wasn't being a total creep or asshole, he's not stupid and also not bad on the eyes, luckily with and without clothes." You're once again very nonchalant, which is throwing Maeve and Janae off, how can you say something like that with a straught face? "Okay that's enough" Simon stands up and grabs you by the arm, pulling you up out of your seat, through the cafeteria and outside, to the back side of the building.

"They seem nice." You come to a quite forceful stop when he shoves you against the wall, hands on both sides of your head, effectively trapping you there. "You just waltz in here as if it's nothing, immediately talk to my friends and then say something like that? Just how bood are you?" He looks and sounds like he's about to break.

"Bold? You're the bold one, pulling me away like this. Just think about what they're probably imagining is happening right now." You wrap your arms around his neck fro added effect, and it works. "Just shut up." He says, then leans in and kisses you. God how you missed that. After that party there were countless nights where you longed for him, for his lips, his touch, his taste.

~Taglist~

@eamons-redguitar @pine-ferret

#one of us is lying #oouil #oouil tv show #simon kelleher #oneshot

[jgroffdaily]

In all of the rush of getting home and back to my real life, I didn’t get a chance to write up the experiences that we, your faithful JGD-ers, had this last weekend in NYC.

On Saturday morning, we did a tour of the front of house sections of the Hudson Theatre. It’s a gorgeous building, with a fascinating history, and I would recommend the tour to anyone who is interested in Broadway - the company was Broadway Up Close.

In the afternoon, we went to the matinee of the show, the first matinee (and thus the first two-show day) of this Broadway run. We had great seats in the first row of the mezzanine / dress circle, from which we had a decent view of the actors’ facial expressions (although not as good as from the orchestra seats / the stalls on Thursday evening) and also a fab view of the actual orchestra, who sit “upstairs” in Frank’s apartment.

I loved the show again, of course. I had fully intended to turn my attention to different elements this time - to watch Frank during Franklin Shepherd, Inc; to watch Frank and Beth during Not A Day Goes By, to check out what the orchestra were doing. But in fact I was entirely dragged into the story, and the performances, once more, and my eyes snagged on the exact same things as last time.

As for Sunday, my final day in NYC: well, we had realised a few weeks ago that there seemed to be *something* due to happen on the Sunday evening - there was no show listed for that afternoon, which broke the pattern of all of the rest of the weeks from Opening onwards. So we wondered if that date might be the Opening Night (which it kind of turned out to be, amidst some confusion around “industry opening / red carpet interviews / after party” on Sunday vs press night / release of embargo on Tuesday).

So, on the off chance that we had guessed correctly, I changed my flight home to the UK, so that instead of an 8pm flight, I had an 11pm one. That meant that I could stay in Manhattan until 7pm ish, and we could investigate what was happening.

Earlier on in the day, we went to the Broadway Up Close booth to buy some Broadway themed merch, and I had to laugh when the guy manning the counter asked me “have you seen any shows?” and when I replied “Merrily”, he said “aha, I had a theory…” and pointed to the Groff sweatshirt that I was wearing! Might as well wear your heart on your sleeve (chest), I guess!!

We walked to the theatre in the afternoon, and there were some union guys / security people chatting outside, so I asked them if anything was due to happen outside that evening. They said: “oh no, no, nothing at all, it’s all going to be inside; not at all worth you coming back here”, then blew their own cover a little by adding “unless you want to watch us work, setting up!”

Setting up what, you may ask? And indeed, that is what we did ask ourselves, after we had thanked them and wandered away. If they were setting something up outside, there must be something worth seeing. And so, at around 5pm, we “accidentally” found ourselves back at the theatre, and located a spot close to the steps, where we could semi-nonchalantly linger.

While it was true that the red carpet was happening indoors (not entirely surprising, as the lobby of the theatre is, as previously noted, stunningly beautiful, and the scaffolding outside is decidedly less photogenic), the security and queuing / ticket checking system was happening outside, as was a good deal of “people in fancy clothes loitering and waiting for their friends to arrive before going in”, and thus we had a great view for an hour or so, as many people arrived and went in.

We spotted Anna Wintour (sharp haircut, giant sunglasses and all - but having to queue with the masses - quelle horreur!), Zach Quinto with a friend, Raul Castillo and Alexis Forte (newlyweds! 💍🎉) and Cynthia Erivo, who arrived with Lena Waithe.

Although we didn’t see Jonathan - the cast must have gone into the theatre much earlier, or via the stage door, or both - I am so pleased that we were there. There was a fantastic buzz of excitement amongst those arriving for the show, and it felt to me like one of those real “Covid is over [note: I know it isn’t!] and the world is back!” moments. It made me so happy and grateful to see all of those people there, to support and celebrate our favourite guy (and his friends and colleagues), and it was the perfect end to my perfect NYC trip!

#jonathan groff #merrily we roll along

[bronzeeditsx]

Maya fanfic part 5 🫶

(This contains some more mature scenes and potentially sensitive topics)

During the walk, Maya looked at her phone.

“Oh my God, It’s Hayley’s birthday party tonight”, She stated, Hayley planned this a while ago and invited the whole team.

“Oh yeah, I need to get something to wear”, You stated.

“Do you not have any clothes at home?”.

“I do but I don’t like them”.

“Do you want to go shopping then?”. Maya asked, sighing jokingly.

“Yes”, You replied playfully bumping into her but she didn’t move, she was too strong.

- A few hours later -

“I’ll pay for it”, Maya said as you walked up to the till.

“Are you sure?”, You replied.

“Of course, I want you to look good tonight”, She replied, smiling.

“Thank you”, You said, bringing her into a hug.

“Okay, well i actually have to get to the till first”.

“Sorry”, You replied, realising that the cashier was waiting as you held up the queue.

You drove back to Maya’s house and dropped her off and then headed back to your apartment to get ready. Maya would pick you up later as she has her car back.

Getting your keys out your bag you unlocked the door to your apartment, which felt empty, you felt empty without Maya.

Not soon after you applied some makeup and put on your new dress and wore some heels to match. Then you got a text from Maya saying she’ll be there in 5minutes.

You heard a knock on your door and opened to see her holding something behind her back. But before she said anything her mouth dropped open left speechless.

“Y-you’re so beautiful”, Maya said.

“Thanks, so are you”, You replied, smiling as you watched her brain slowly catch up to the rest of her body.

“I got these for Hayley”, Maya joked, showing you the flowers behind her back.

You laughed in response.

“I’m joking, these are for you”, Maya said, you could tell she found herself so funny.

“I know”, You smiled.

She passed you the flowers and brought you into a hug walking you into your apartment.

You put the flowers into a glass of water as you didn’t have a vase.

“We should go now”, You said, organising your hand bag.

“Okay, but first”.

Maya brought you into a kiss.

“You’re going to get lipstick on you”, You said wiping her lips.

“Sorry”, She giggled.

Maya drove you to Hayley’s party which involved a nice meal, then later loud music and alcohol.

You walked into the venue and most people were already there, you took a seat next to Maya and got talking to Millie, Vilde and Hannah. You ordered food and the conversations died down a bit.

As you were eating your food you turned to Maya.

“You alright?”, You asked, you didn’t say it loud enough so most people didn’t hear.

“Yes, i’m fine”, Maya replied, turning to face you.

“The suit looks great on you”.

“Thanks, you look so good in that dress”, She replied, smiling, then placed a hand on your thigh.

You glanced into each others eyes but then were cut off by Millie.

“What are you two smiling at?”, Millie said from across the table.

“Nothing”, Maya replied, slyly moving her hand off you.

“Hmmm”, Millie replied.

Not soon after we ordered deserts and finished before anyone else as we didn’t talk much after that.

“I’m just gonna go to the toilet”, Maya said, getting up.

“Okay”, You replied, you wanted to go with her but that would make it too obvious so you joined in with some conversations.

“How is Maya?”, Vilde asked.

“What do you mean?”.

“How is she coping from yesterday?”.

“Oh, she seemed a bit upset about it, but you’ll have to ask her”.

“I’ve noticed you’ve been close lately”.

“I’m just giving her support, as a friend”, you emphasised.

Maya then sat back next to you, she must have heard most of that.

You turned to her and smiled, but she just looked down at her empty plate.

- 30mins later -

The DJ started playing some songs and the alcohol was given out at the bar.

Since that conversation Maya was talking more with Ella, Lessi and Lucia and they were playing a game and if you lost you had to take a shot.

All you could hear was Maya’s laugh across the room which wasn’t difficult for you or anyone to hear.

You were drinking vodka lemonade until suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned around to see Maya with a smile on her face.

“Come and dance with us”, She said, holding your hand and leading you over to the others.

She then moved closer to you so now your bodies were touching but it looked natural in this setting. You could tell Maya was completely drunk.

You looked into her eyes and you could both feel the tension but also frustration that for now all you could act like was friends.

“Follow me”, Maya said, taking your hand and leading you off the dance floor to the toilets. Luckily no one was in there, that you knew of.

She picked you up by your thighs with ease and sat you on the counter.

“Maya, i’m sorry about before i-“.

She cut you off and brought you into a strong kiss, getting her hands tangled in your hair as you felt like she was about to consume you.

“It’s okay”, She whispered through the kiss and then you both leant in for more.

“I just want you”, Maya said, breaking the kiss and placing her hands on your thighs, looking up to you.

“Not here”, You chuckled.

“We did in the kitchen, there was a sink there as well”.

“That’s because it was your house”, You replied, moving a hand on her jawline.

“Let’s leave then”, She said lifting you back down by your hips.

“We can’t just leave her birthday party”.

“Why not?”. She said, now placing her arms around your waist.

“Because people would get suspicious, and also we don’t want Marc to find out”, You said leaning towards her.

She nodded her head, she respected your opinion.

You then laughed at her.

“What?”. She chuckled.

“You have lipstick all over you”.

“Are you sure?, you might to want to-“.

The door suddenly opened.

Maya quickly moved away from you and put her head down to the side so they couldn’t see her face.

“Hey y/n”, Hayley said giving you and smile and then walking into a stall. Hopefully she was too drunk to notice Maya next to you.

Maya then looked back at you with relief on her face.

“Do you have any makeup wipes?”.

“I do…at my apartment”. You teased.

“Let’s go then”.

“Fine”, You sighed, but then your face formed a smile.

Maya smirked at you in return.

She quickly tried to remove most of the lipstick off with some water but it was still slightly visible.

You walked out the bathroom towards the exit but luckily no one spotted you.

Maya gave you her keys as you hadn’t drank as much as her, so it was legal for you to drive.

Before you started the engine she leant in and kissed you again.

“Apartment”.

“Fine”, Maya sighed.

You pulled out of the car park and luckily it wasn’t far from here.

On the way Maya’s hand started moving further and further up your thigh.

“Do you want us to crash?”.

“Sorry”, She said, moving her arm away, but now you missed her touch.

As soon as you parked your car outside your apartment, her hands were all over you.

You locked her car and made your way inside.

Unlocking the door to your apartment, Maya was inpatiently waiting to get inside.

You let her in and shut the door behind you locking it and placed your bag to the side.

Turning around you noticed Maya had already taken her shoes off and she watched you do the same.

She then walked up to you and kissed you once again leading you to your bed.

“can I fuck you?”, Maya said, almost whispering as she waited at the end of the bed.

“Yes”, you laughed at her forwardness which came out of nowhere, but mostly due to the alcohol.

She picked you up and lay you on the bed leaning over you. She started kissing your lips and then made her way down to your neck biting softly.

You started taking off her jacket and unbuttoning her shirt.

She unzipped your dress slowly.

“You’re so beautiful”. She said, softly, carefully taking off your dress.

Her fingers ran down you body.

“Maya please”.

“Please what?”, She teased.

“I need you”.

- An hour later -

You both lay back completely exhausted.

Now cuddled up next to each other as most of your clothes were still abandoned on the floor.

“Night”, Maya said half asleep, stroking your back.

“Goodnight”, You replied, smiling at her.

- The next day -

You woke up and slowly realised Maya wasn’t lay next to you anymore.

Getting up you put some joggers and a shirt on and made your way to the bathroom where you heard noise coming from.

Opening the bathroom door you saw Maya sat next to the toilet wearing some of your clothes. Her forehead was sweating and she looked so hungover.

When she saw you, she was instantly sick.

“I’m sorry, this is so gross”, She said wiping her forehead.

“Maya it’s okay, how long have you been awake for?”, You said bending down next to her.

“probably half an hour”.

“You should have told me”, You replied, stroking her arm.

“I didn’t want to wake you”, Maya said, attempting to smile.

“Do you want me to get you anything?”.

“Maybe some water”.

You went to the kitchen and then brought her a glass of water.

“Thanks”

She took some sips which helped slightly.

She then curled up into a ball hiding her head in her knees.

“Why don’t we go and lay down”.

“My whole body aches”, She sighed.

“I’m not surprised”, You chuckled.

This brought a small smile on her face.

“I’ll help you up”, You said, lifting out your hand.

“Okay”, She said holding on to it.

As soon as you did you her whole body weight was more or less on you.

You walked her to the bed and lay her down putting the glass of water next to her.

“I’m so hungover”, Maya said.

“I can tell”, You replied, chuckling.

- The next day -

You walked into training with Maya as usual and put your belongings in your lockers.

As you were about to leave and go to the pitches Ella called out your name.

You turned to her and she waved her hand towards herself wanting you to walk over to her.

“I’ll meet you outside”, You said to Maya.

“Okay”, She replied, giving Ella a nod.

Sitting down next to her you soon noticed Lessi joining you.

“Is this some sort of interrogation or something?,” You joked.

“No it’s about you and Maya”.

You gulped.

“I don’t know how to put this lightly but… a video of you two kissing was leaked from the party”, Lessi said, holding up her phone.

“W-what, how?”. You replied, noticing it was taken from one of the bathroom stalls, Maya was stood between your thighs facing you therefore her face wasn’t shown.

“We don’t know, we asked everyone separately and they knew nothing about it”.

You were speechless not knowing how to react to the situation.

“The video has been taken down now, but Marc has found out”.

You leant down covering your face with your hands.

“Shit”. Everyone knew Marc can be more difficult with relationships within the team.

“Does Maya know?”, You asked.

“Yes”.

“How long for?”.

“A day or so”.

You nodded your head, but slightly annoyed that she didn’t tell you.

“I assume you two are together then”, Ella said, giving a sly look over to Russo hinting I told you so.

“Yes”, You said, with a small smile

“It will be okay, not many people found out”. Ella said, reassuringly.

You nodded your head.

There was then an awkward silence.

“We should probably head out now”. Russo said.

“Yeah”, You replied, quickly walking towards the door.

You walked on to the pitches and joined in with the warm up.

Maya looked over to you but you avoided eye contact with her.

Whilst you were doing some drills all you could think about was the dread of talking to Maya about the situation at lunch.

This meant your passes became sloppy and your shots were off target.

“Y/n what’s going on? An eight year old could do better”, Marc shouted from the side line.

You nodded your head in return and sighed, looking down. You felt you deserved it.

Not soon after it was time for lunch.

Maya was quick to walk over to you as you made your way inside but you got your food first and sat with Leah, Rachel and Safia meaning the table was full.

“Nice of you to join us”, Leah said with a smile.

“I just want to know more about your Lego group”, You joked.

You then glanced over to Maya who was holding a tray facing towards you, wanting to sit next to you as you have done ever since she joined.

She gave you a weak smile and then turned to sit with Ella, Lessi and Mary.

After lunch was over which felt like 10hours trying to forget about Maya, everyone headed to the gym.

You and Maya were on opposite sides of the room, so the work out cleared your head a bit.

-A few hours later-

It was now time to go home and like always you got a lift with Maya.

As you walked to her car she was already stood by it waiting for you.

“Hi, you alright?”. Maya asked.

You nodded your head and walked past her getting in the passenger seat.

She then got in the car as well.

“Did Ella tell you what happened?”. Maya asked, before starting the engine.

“Yes”. You replied, looking out the window.

“I don’t even know how we didn’t see or hear them”.

“I guess you were too busy kissing all over me”. You said quickly.

The car became silent.

“You can’t blame me”, Maya said, disheartened.

“Why didn’t you tell me about the video sooner?”, You asked, slightly raising your voice.

“I just…I didn’t want you to be hurt by it, I was trying to protect y-“.

“You don’t need to protect me”.

Maya nodded her head, her face saddening, but you turned and looked the other way.

She pulled out the car park.

“Do you want me to drop you off at your apartment?”, Maya asked with an upset tone in her voice.

“Yeah”.

On the way music filled the silence in the car.

You shortly pulled up to the building and wanted to get out as soon as possible.

Usually you would kiss maya before you got out, but you didn’t feel like it today.

“y/n wait”. Maya called out, feeling regret as she watched you walk away.

As much as it hurt, you still ignored her.

Getting in the lift you looked at yourself and hated what you saw, you regret being mad at Maya, she only had good intentions.

Unlocking the door to your apartment you threw your bag on your bed and collapsed onto it. All you could think about was that video and you wanted to figure out who would do something like that in the first place.

But you then heard a knock on the door.

You sighed getting up and walked towards the door.

Opening it you saw Maya.

“ Y/n I’m sorry”. She said.

You didn’t say anything, you didn’t know what to say.

“I said i’m sorry, what more am i meant to do? You can’t ignore and blame me for what’s happened, if i’m not mistaken you kissed me too that night”. Maya said raising her voice, walking towards you so you backed up in the room.

You were caught off guard at first but a small smile crept on your face as she towered over you.

“What?”. Maya exclaimed.

“You’re hot when you’re angry”.

She shook her head.

“Maya I’m sorry, I really am”. You said, whilst placing your arms around her neck.

You could tell that she felt uncomfortable as she was mad, but secretly liked it.

“I’m sorry, I was angry at you”, You continued, moving closer.

Maya made slight eye contact with you.

“I’m sorry, that the video of us making out”, you emphasised, moving your lips near her’s “could have turned into a sex tape”, you teased.

“I guess i’m to blame for that”, Maya replied with a small smile on her face.

“It doesn’t matter now”.

She then placed her hands on your hips.

You looked into each others eyes, thinking about one thing.

Maya leant in and attacked your lips letting out the anger she felt previously.

She led you back towards your bed and leant on top of you.

Her kisses trailed down to your neck as she bit exactly where she knows you like it.

Your fingers ran down her back as you took everything in.

She effortlessly took off your top as her hand slowly made its way down your body, she then made it to your underwear but didn’t go any further.

“Maya, please”. You said through heavy breaths.

A smirk displayed on her face, she enjoyed teasing you.

“I’m going to need better than that”.

“What do you want me to say?”.

“I want you to beg”.

- The next day -

You opened your eyes and saw a sleepy Maya next to you. A few minutes later she also woke up.

“Good morning beautiful”, Maya said, through a tired voice.

“Good morning”, You said smiling at her.

Not soon after she slowly sat up next to you.

“I’m sorry about yesterday”, She said, looking at you lovingly.

“It’s okay, i should apologise”. You said, reaching for her hand.

“You don’t need to”.

You smiled at her.

“I need to check up on mocha soon”. She said squeezing your hand.

“That’s fine”. You said leaning against her shoulder.

“My neighbour is looking after her”.

“I thought your parents were looking after her?”.

“No, that was just for the night of the party, she said she was going out herself that night”.

“Do you know where to?”

“No she didn’t say”.

You nodded her head but then a thought came to you.

“Did your neighbour know where our party was?”.

“Yes, I told her where i was going as I asked her first if she could look after Mocha before my parents”.

“Hmm, do you think it was her?”.

“What was her?”.

“Who took the video of us”.

“I know you were jealous of her, but like i told you there’s nothing to worry about”, She laughed.

“I’m being serious”

“I could ask where she was, if you really want me to”.

“That would be good, thanks”.

“We’ll find out who did this, don’t worry”.

You nodded your head.

She then leant in and kissed you softly.

“I should probably get ready to go then”. She said, slightly moving away from you.

“Whyyy?”. You said, wrapping your arms around her waist.

“Do you want answers?”. She replied, turning her head back towards you.

“Fine”. You sighed, kissing her cheek.

- An hour later -

Maya sat down with Mocha on the couch along with her neighbour who was about to leave.

“Wait, can i ask you something?”. Maya asked.

“Of course”, She said placing her hand on Maya’s knee, Maya was quick to move her hand off her.

“I was just thinking were you at home the night I was at Hayley’s birthday party, because my parents told me they saw you home and said hi?”. Maya lied.

“Yes i went home, why are you asking that?”.

“You went home?“.

“Oh yes sorry, I felt ill so I stayed at home all night”.

“You told me you were going out all night so you couldn’t look after Mocha”.

“Like I said i felt ill, so i didn’t go”, She said now slightly raising her voice.

“Okay, it’s just something happened at the party”.

“I didn’t have anything to do with the video of you and y/n”.

“When did i mention there was a video?”. Maya asked, curiously.

“I thought a video got leaked?”.

“It did, how did you see it?”.

“I just did, i assume you and y/n had a good time then?”. She said, trying to change the subject.

“How did you know?”.

“Like i told you, i saw it when it got leaked”.

“But you couldn’t see my face”.

“I assumed it was you, you two are always together”.

“Well she is my girlfriend”.

A stern look came across her face.

“I did tell you, didn’t I?”

“No”.

“Oh, well she is”.

“I should probably go then”. She said getting up.

“But you know about the video”.

She walked towards the front door.

But Maya got there before her and blocked off the door.

“Did you take the video?”.

She didn’t say anything.

“I know you did”. Maya said this to try and get a confession.

“Fine, yes, yes i did and there’s nothing you can do about it”.

“Why would you do that?”.

“Because”.

“Because what?”.

“I was jealous, I thought we had something special”. She said moving towards Maya, who was now blocked in.

“No”.

“when we kissed, did that not mean anything to you?”.

“I was drunk and confused, i told you it wasn’t going to turn into anything, and then i met y/n so it’s never going to work out”.

“Maya”. She said, softly.

Maya’s back was now pinned against the door.

“I only filmed it because i just want you”. She said stroking her hand down Maya’s arm.

“Not going to happen”. Maya said, quickly trying to get around her.

However, as she did her neighbour brought her into a kiss, pressing herself against her, pushing her on the wall.

“What the fuck”. Maya said, pushing her away and wiping her lips.

“You’re going to regret this”. She said and left maya’s home, slamming the door on the way out.

Maya froze trying to comprehend what just happened, her heart was beating heavily and she felt she had no control of her body.

However Mocha trotted up towards her, breaking her out of her trance.

“Mocha i’m sorry”. She said, bending down to pet her, tears quickly streaming down her face. Mocha wagged her tail and cuddled up close to her.

“I need to tell y/n”

After 30 minutes of wanting to call you, she gathered up the courage and dialled your number.

“Hey, y/n you were right”. Maya said, then sniffled.

“Oh my God are you okay?”. You replied.

“Y-yes i’m fine”. She replied, her voice slightly breaking.

”How did you find out?”.

“I managed to get her to confess”.

“I need to come over and see you, so you can tell me everything that happened”.

“No”. Maya said, quickly.

“What, why?”.

“I…I’m just trying to process everything”.

“Is there something you’re not telling me”.

“…No, no”.

“Okay, can i see you tomorrow?”.

“Sure”.

“Remember i’m always here for you”.

“I know”.

“See you tomorrow then”.

“Okay, bye”.

“Bye”.

Maya ended the call and stared blankly at her contacts, she soon noticed a name she never wanted to see again and deleted the number.

She felt like she couldn’t breathe and needed to get out the house and Mocha needed a walk.

Walking around the park she was so used to being next to you in, it made her feel even more regret. Maya blamed herself more than anyone and hated herself because of it. She couldn’t stop replaying the kiss in her head and felt a strong amount of guilt, feeling like she should have done more.

She soon went back to her house refusing to look at the one next to her, she couldn’t stay here much longer, but she had nowhere else to go, and she needed to look after mocha.

Unclipping Mocha’s lead she quickly walked in the door, she couldn’t look at her corridor the same. She couldn’t believe she let something like that happen, in her own home.

Opening Mocha’s dog food she scooped some biscuits into her bowl and placed it down for her. Her neighbour did take good care of mocha, good enough that maya could always trust her, but she soon realised it was only because she wanted Maya to like her back, which was never going to happen.

Now feeling incredibly sick, she left Mocha to lay on the couch and made her way upstairs, she couldn’t stomach lunch.

Tears started flowing down her face again as they couldn’t seem to stop, her mind was spinning with all the possible ways to deal with the situation knowing what she knows.

She was conflicted between telling everyone who took the video or wait till tomorrow to tell you and how to properly deal with the situation. She ended up crying herself to sleep.

After that phone call with Maya you couldn’t think straight, you were filled with worry of what the next day brings and how hurt she would have been to not want you to go round and see her.

Why would her neighbour of all people do something like that? It just seemed so strange to you as you don’t know enough about her or Maya as you thought.

You took a deep breath and played the video of you and Maya that was leaked, you swore you were going to delete it but it’s always lay in your recently deleted folder just to be played again. But this time it’s helpful to find clues.

The room had dim lighting so it wasn’t like people could see everything of what was going on and the video wasn’t of the best quality as if it had been taken on an older phone, and clearly from within a stall.

You wanted to know more about her neighbour so you found her instagram but found nothing suspicious from her posts, but then you noticed a comment from a year ago.

That was when Maya first heard about signing for man united so she looked for a house early and stayed there for a few months before meeting the team and you.

The post was of her kitchen as it had been refurbished, as if anyone cared.

Maya commented: ‘Looks great!’

Her reply: ‘You look better 😉’

You felt you wanted to die on the spot, Maya said there was nothing to worry about but clearly that shows the opposite.

Zooming in the picture closely you also noticed in the mirror was the back of someone’s head, they had a high pony tail and you instantly knew it was Maya straight away.

You felt frustrated that she never told you any of this, but i guess what was she supposed to say?, ‘Hey y/n, i used to go out with my neighbour’.

Sighing you put your phone down and placed your palms over your eyes. You wanted to expose the shit out of her but that would also have a large impact on Maya if she’s involved with it, which would ruin everything.

You were so exhausted from everything going on recently, so thought it’s best to take a nap to slightly reduce the sickness you felt.

-

Maya suddenly woke up flinching, every event that happened that morning hit her like a ton of bricks.

She looked at the clock and it was now 5pm, she hadn’t had anything to eat since 11am with you so she was starving. She soon noticed Mocha was now cuddled next to her and instantly wagged her tail as she looked at her.

Wiping her eyes she slowly got up from her bed and walked towards her en-suit, placing her hands on the sink she looked directly into the mirror. She had cried so much all her emotions went numb, now feeling nothing, even if she tried.

Sighing she splashed her face with water and made her way out her room and down the stairs.

She fed mocha first and then looked in the cupboards of what she could make but there was nothing as she didn’t go to the shops. She ended up ordering a chicken salad from a restaurant nearby as she was sensible enough not just to order junk food.

Opening the back door she let Mocha in the garden realising she has to go out again after and take her on a walk. Then the doorbell rang, she walked to the door thinking that came quick.

However she didn’t open the door to a delivery driver, she opened it to you…

#maya le tissier #muwfc #muwfc imagine

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“Ok guys, we have the final schedule for Boxing Day, and before we go on holidays, we need to decide who will do each game. We have two big ones, Chelsea-City and Tottenham-Arsenal. Who wants to go to Stamford Bridge?”

“Us!” Taylor says, raising her hand.

“Anyone else?” our boss asks. “Then team Taylor will cover that one.”

“I know what you did there” I whisper while the meeting keeps going.

“Help with your love life?” she smirks.

“Urgh” I reply, rolling my eyes.

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“Taylor, you don’t need to wait with me” I say once we are done with the Chelsea-City, the game ending with a win for the sky blue team.

“I know. But I want to say Merry Christmas to Mr. Dias.”

A few minutes later, he leaves the stadium.

“Mr. Dias!” Taylor says when she sees him. “Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas, Taylor. And hi” he says to me with a smile, my stomach doing its usual flip.

“Hello.”

“Aww, cute” Taylor says, making both Rúben and I look at her, confused about her reaction. “Anyway, I better go. Enjoy your date, you two.”

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“Hello, miss. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Paul” I say to our driver. “It’s nice seeing you again.”

“You too, miss. Where to?”

“The same restaurant from the other day. I promise I won’t hurt myself.”

“I’ll make sure of it” Rúben says next to me.

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“Final verdict?” I ask Rúben when we leave the restaurant.

“The wait was worth it. I’m definitely coming back.”

“Even if it isn’t super duper healthy?” I ask, teasing him.

“Yes, even if it isn’t super duper healthy. Tomorrow I’ll pick our breakfast spot. And then it’s your time to be my tour guide.”

“Don’t expect anything fancy. Just the basics.”

“The company will make it worth it.” The company will make it worth it. Did he just say that? He did. Stay calm. Stay calm! “But there is one thing we must do. We need to go to the London Eye, I want to see the city from up there.”

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“This is your stop, miss” Paul says.

“Thank you very much” I say as I open the car’s door, Rúben doing the same on his side and moving to the boot.

“Santa left this for you in Manchester” he says, giving me a black bag.

“Oh, Rúben, you didn’t have to buy me anything!”

“It’s nothing, don’t worry. Open it.”

“Wait… you remembered?” I say, getting a little box from the bag. It’s the perfume I wear, the one we talked about the night I was attacked by a cobblestone.

“Of course I did. Is that the one? I saw that they had two, but the smell I remembered was more similar to this one.”

“This is the one, yes. Thank you” I say, definitely blushing. “And what is this?”

“That’s something to wear at work during the games. You must take care of your throat and your voice if one day you want to be in Taylor’s shoes” he says as I unfold a black scarf.

“It is so soft. Again, thank you. This is a lot, you didn’t need to.”

“It was my pleasure.”

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“You look nervous” Rúben says while we wait at the London Eye’s queue.

“Me? Nah.”

This is the first stop on our tour after having one of the best breakfasts of my life. I’m gonna be dreaming about that pain au chocolat for the rest of the week.

“Are you cold? I can give you my hat, it matches with the scarf.”

The scarf he gifted me last night. I couldn’t help myself and had to wear it today. His smile when he saw me was totally worth it.

“I’m fine for now. Thank you.”

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“This is beautiful” Rúben says. We are inside one of the London Eye’s pods, the city at our feet. And I’m shitting myself. “Come, let’s move to the other side” he says, grabbing my hand. “Are you taking me to the Tower?” he asks, pointing at it.

“Not today. I had planned just museums.”

“Another day then” he smiles. I am freaking out so much for other reasons, that his smile does nothing to me. And somehow, he notices. “You should have told me you are scared of heights.”

“I am not” I say with a nervous laugh. But then someone behind us makes a sudden move, and I find myself hugging his arm with my free hand, the other still holding his.

“You were saying…” he chuckles.

“Fine, I’m a bit scared of heights. But I didn’t want to ruin this for you, you were so excited…”

“I could have done it any other day. But thank you” he says, kissing my head. In normal circumstances, that would have made me feel very hot and God knows what else. But in this moment, it helps me relax. Though I still am holding into his arm as if my life depended on it. His big and strong arm. Probably my favorite part of his body. “For now” says a little voice in my head. Looks like even while shitting myself, my brain still finds a way to be horny.

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After visiting the Big Ben, Westminster’s Abbey, the British Museum and doing a little stop to eat something, we are now at the Natural History Museum.

“I can’t remember the last time I was here” I say to Rúben as we walk up the stairs, Darwin saying hello. But when I turn to look at him, he isn’t by my side. “What the…” I say, turning to look behind me. “What are you doing there?”

“Taking some photos” he says. “You looked great with all this behind you.”

“You were taking a photo of me?”

“I’ve been taking sneaky photos of you all day” he says with the Simone smile as I’ve started to call it. “I’ll show you later.”

He’s been taking photos of me. Like those cute and casual photos of pretty girls you see on Pinterest. That’s boyfriend behavior right there. Boyfriend… ha!

“Now who is the one staying behind?” he says from the top of the stairs.

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“Can I ask you something?” I say while we check the part of the museum dedicated to the felines.

“Go ahead."

“Why cat?”

“Uh?” he asks, confused.

“On your Instagram. It says Rúben Gato. And gato means cat, right?”

“Oh, that” he laughs. “That’s my name.”

“Yeah, sure” I say, also laughing.

“It is. It’s one of my middle names.”

“Really?”

“Yep.”

“What happened there?” I say, laughing again.

“That’s a question for my parents, not me” he shrugs. “What is your middle name?”

“I don’t have one.”

“You don’t?”

“Nope. They gave them all to you and then there weren’t names left for me.”

That makes him laugh, and I swear I’ve never heard a more beautiful sound in my entire life.

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“Will I be seeing you again soon, miss?” Paul asks as he parks in front of my building.

“I hope so. Thank you very much for everything, you are the best.”

“My pleasure, miss.”

“Would you mind if I accompanied you all the way up?” Rúben asks when we get out of the car.

“Of course not. Do you want to make sure I make it safe and sound?” I tease him.

“You caught me.”

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“And again, no accidents” I say as I open my flat’s door.

“You are getting so much better at this” he laughs.

“Maybe because, as I told you, I am not that clumsy?”

“Maybe” he shrugs. “I hope we get to meet again soon.”

“Me too.”

After that we stay silent, looking at each other. But then he takes a step forward, closing most part of the space between us, and I feel myself holding my breath. Is he going to do what I think he is going to do?

He moves a little bit closer, and his hand is now on my hair, putting a free lock behind my ear before moving to my face, caressing my cheek and slowly leaning forward. Holy shit. Help! Rúben is going to kiss me.

“Oh my God” I hear Rebecca say behind us. “I’m so sorry to interrupt, I had my headphones on and…” And you just ruined the moment.

“It’s fine, don’t worry. Rebecca, right?” Rúben says, offering her the hand that just a few seconds ago was on my face. Can it please go back there?

“Yes, hi. And you are Rúben” she says, shaking it. “Nice to finally meet you.”

“You too” he says. “Anyway, I better go. Goodnight, girls.”

“Goodnight” we both say at the same time.

“Oh my God, I am so sorry. Like so so so so sorry” Rebecca says once we hear the lift moving.

“It’s fine, don’t worry.”

“But he was going to kiss you!”

“Maybe. I don’t know” I say, walking inside our flat.

“Girl, he totally was. He likes you. And you like him too.”

#ruben dias #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias fanfic #football fanfic #football imagine

[dk-thrive]

I’ve taken a million pictures – 50 were good

‘Do not call me master, for heaven’s sake,” says Ferdinando Scianna, welcoming me inside his studio, a cosy ground-floor space in the centre of Milan. “I do not teach anything to anyone. Come in, take a seat.”

Scianna has just turned 79. Photography, for him, was an obsession that lasted 60 years. “And it is over today,” he declares. He has not taken pictures for years and says that when young photographers approach him for advice, he wants to ask them for theirs instead. “I tell them the most obvious thing: photograph what you love and what you hate. But they should tell me how to sneak around in this weird era that I do not really know.”

Scianna has taken more than a million photographs and, in his words, the good shots number about 50…

He loves to work on books though. He has published over 70; more, he says, than prudence would have advised him. The first was published in 1965 and is about religious rituals in Sicily (Feste Religiose in Sicilia). “I was just a 21-year-old Sicilian kid, and that book built my career. Today, when I leaf through the pages, I feel confused. I look at my photos and I ask myself, who took those images? I was too young and ignorant. You know, I learned to take pictures over the years – basically, just by taking them.” …

“I do not think I can change the world with my photographs, but I do believe that a bad picture can make it worse,” he says. “And the point is that we have too many images. If you eat caviar every day, eventually you will want pasta e fagioli.” He thinks that photography went into an irreparable crisis a couple of decades ago, when we stopped building family photo albums. “Today we all take photos with our phones, but they are background images. Even a selfie is not a self-portrait but a kind of neurosis about a moment of existence that must immediately supplant another, and so on. And we all know what happens when something loses the identity that has determined its success and cultural function. It dies.” …

He also disdains the pace of change driven by the internet. “On the web, everything is consumed quickly. Culture, on the other hand, is slowness and choice. I made my theory; it is the theory of the three risottos. Do you want to hear it?” He clears his throat. “If someone has never eaten a risotto in his life – and if they have never been to Sicily, they certainly never have eaten a good one – the first time they taste it, they can only say if they liked it or not. The second time, however, they can argue that it was better or worse than the first one. Only from the third time on can they have their own theory of risotto and, if they want, give advice on how it should be cooked. Culture, to me, is knowing things and having a choice.” …

His last solo exhibition was at the prestigious Palazzo Reale in Milan. More than 200 photos were on show and, on some days, there were long queues waiting to get in. “Graham Greene once wrote, while travelling from Marseille to Paris, at some point he deeply believed in the existence of God. With photographs it is a bit the same. And the world, you know, practises forgetfulness. Millions of men lived before us, men who had dreams, who have done things. We do not know anything about them.”

But then, I ask, what remains in history? “Things that have found their shape,” he replies instinctively, adding: “I have walked my entire my life only to take photos. I am like those little dogs who, while walking, have left their poop around the streets. But if you really want to know the truth, then yes, taking pictures has given me a lot of happiness.” He takes another puff on his pipe and watches the smoke slowly rise towards the ceiling until it becomes a giant white cloud that evaporates in a second.

— Maurizio Fiorino, excerpts from “”I’ve taken a million pictures – 50 were good’: photographer Ferdinando Scianna” (The Guardian, July 26, 2022)

#Ferdinando Scianna #Maurizio fiorino #photography #photographer #italy #italian #sicilian #Sicily #instagram #facebook #social media

[monkeydluffy19920]

Review: One Piece tv special 3

That cursed corona stroke on May so decided to spend time watching  old One Piece specials and movies for the nostalgia whenever there was energy for that and did scribble a few reviews for fun (i.e: here is quick review for Movie 6) and then left them to the draft pile to wait the queue and here we are, me babbling randomness :D  Might contain spoilers and probably will end up being a long post by the way:p

It was written in OP fan Wiki that Oda-sensei was not involved in these older tv- specials or films (he has been active part of production since Movie 10, Strong World). According to this, these specials and Movies until 7 are considered as non-canon since these have individual plots and these happenings haven’t been mentioned in manga (except Movie 9 and 8 which were adaptations of Drum Island and Alabasta) although some of the movies could be placed in the canon timeline, basically.  

One of the main reasons why this is one of my favorite from older specials is the humor. One Piece has always had good sense of humor and silly running gags but it felt like there was a bit more of that in pre-timeskip era. Well of course there is lots of going on constantly and I understand that Oda-sensei can’t put everything in these panes so something must be decreased and now it’s the humor part.

Of course there are still classical jokes but somehow it feels that there are not as many old shenanigans like in old days and things have become more serious after Time skip but anyway, back to the humor part. What I really love especially in this tv special is that everyone gets their share of it (instead of focusing on joking with one person only). First we have this part where Chopper gets frustrated when no one replies him what “theater play” means and he goes to his human form and then Zoro needs to calm him down like a old brother.

Then just a few moments later the dork trio casually rushes into the theater and of course pick the “forbidden door” (which is even more amusing that Usopp is actually leading them there instead of Luffy who usually is the “head dork”) and then there are Nami and Sanji who try to keep on track like they were parents or supervisors of those 3 kid hearted bois  *laughs*

Nami negotiates with the local staff so that each Straw Hats who wants gets a role in the play (Zoro wants to stay out and is the one who rotates the thingy that rotates the stage) and as expected, things don’t go as expected. Maybe the most memorable part of the special is the actual act and it’s because it’s hilarious.

First there is Usopp who did get one line in the beginning but wanted more so he kept hopping on that stage with various roles. Who knows he might feel home on stage by the way because he has been a storyteller ever since his youth and he delivers them full hearted so the sniper could indeed excel at that work if he only got the chance.

What I find cute is that even a character that is supposed to be serious and stuff like Robin is also thrown into the pit of comedy.  Robin is known for her dark humor but this running gag has become more popular after Time Skip and this special aired somewhere around Skypiea arc so her comedic side wasn’t revealed much in earlier arcs if I remember correctly.

So, out of the blue she threw a musical performance in stage and Nami’s comment summed up it well since everyone went like "wtf” (because honestly, I don’t think anyone expected to see her doing that).

One small detail I also liked in this tv special was Sanji’s entrance to the stage. Hard to describe but it was just cute to see such a confident appearing guy having a stage fright. They got those roles literally in a short time so no one would expect they’d do professional performances so his reaction was very human too and therefore relatable (because let’s face it, not many people enjoy speaking in front of a huge audience).

Despite the cheat note he couldn’t stay in his role (a pirate attacking the princess that was played by Nami) aand after that the rest of the play (or should we say remains of it) is history.

So, everyone goes solo (princess gets suddenly shot, Usopp bouncing around, Sanji being mad about Nami getting shot although he was supposed to be the bad guy, Robin keeps singing and leaves when she realizes it’s not a musical etc).

What makes this whole ruckus even funnier is that on of that Luffy comes around with a random monkey costume (which fits him incredible well xD) and when he is asked what is he doing Luffy simply replies “oh I just found it lying around so...” and keeps going which pisses Nami off who was prepared to go according to the script instead of all this chaos their improvising caused.

I think their dialogue they went summed up nicely the comedic side of Luffy’s nakamaships: Everyone knows that Luffy can be the most random dude ever but he still manages to surprise his crew mates with new shenanigans and his crew can’t stop or help his randomness.  This is one reason to love Luffy’s character and his chemistry towards his crew in general.

So, Luffy monkeys around, manages to accidentally make a little crash on stage which Zoro (the stage master) misreads as a signal to turn the thingy around and the chaos keeps going but the audience is having loads of fun (meanwhile the Marines are arriving).

Later the Strawhats learn that Rudolph, one of the actors is a retired Marine and having a sad past with pirates which causes him to go face to face with Luffy once he finds out who these new theatre “assistants” are.

Btw, must say that another reason I like the old specials is the animation because it looks hand-drawn instead of animating everything with fancy 3D stuff and don’t get me wrong, I like animation too but there is just something more nostalgic feeling in these non 3D-frames.

So the play is now on the pause and their little battle is interrupted because the actual bad guy is arriving. He is Randolph’s old Navy underling, nowadays a commander (named Governor) who is extremely salty for their shared past and wants to ruin ex Navy’s farewell performance and gets him arrested like he was arrested back then.

Luffy somehow randomly pops up to this Governor’s ship and wants to help Randolph (and for everyone’s suprise, he is not carrying him like a sack of potatoes like he does most of the time) and this makes this bad Navy guy angry.

Luffy orders Randolph to keep on playing the play while Luffy and his crew protects them which is a nice gesture and hereby teaches traumatized Randolph that there are good pirates too (just like Nami mentioned before that she could relate on Randolph disliking the pirates back in the days).

This battle was again one good example of their teamwork. Sanji and Zoro in separate boats battling the canon balls then Robin, Luffy and Chopper helping with the rest and Nami being in the watch tower and helping Usopp to aim with the right canons but they also fight individually at times.

One reason this Tv special’s Navy boss is extremely annoying is that he is basically just a zero with big talks. Usually bad guys (navy leaders and pirate leaders) are known of having some sort of notorious skills (like devil’s fruits or battling like mad) or they are badass just in general.

However, as said earlier, Governor is just a salty guy who keeps on repeating himself but on top of that his army credits are questionable. Seriously being a navy leader and he didn’t even bother to check out whether Luffy was considered a a threat or not (and by that time Luffy already had a bounty).

Frankly spoken, how he did even manage to rise in such a high rank?.  It was just a good thing the rest of this Navy group finally realized what was going on and had the bravery to dump their commander. If someone, that guy deserved it.

That bad guy was so actually bad neither the hand writers or the animation crew wanted to waste time or frames on a grand finale (a 1 vs 1 boss fight)  so Luffy simply sends him flying once and so the day is saved and Rudolph’s ending speech makes his retirement even more epic.

So all in all, the plot of this Tv special isn’t superior and the main villain is definitely one of the worst ones in OP history but despite that, this Tv special has a place in my heart because it’s one of the funniest specials and reminds of the good old humor most of us fans miss ever since Time Skip :)

#one piece #review #tv special 3 #luffy #zoro #nami #usopp #sanji #chopper #robin #nakama #long post #Protect! The Last Great Performance

[21stxavier]

On My Way Home 1: Occupied

My shift just ended.

I was packing my things when my phone lit up showing a message from my friend, Kurt.

"Do you need a ride?"

Well, I don't want to turn down his kindness and we never saw each other for a month now so I guess it's OK. I picked up my phone and I was about to reply "yes" but the view painted outside the large window pane caught my attention.

Beautiful droplets of water sprinkles on the glass. It's raining slightly. It's a rare view I see these days when summer is at its peak.

"Sorry, got plans. Maybe next time." I replied.

I am planning to take a local bus and so I am on my way to the station. The sound the raindrops make as they come in contact with my transparent umbrella is still one of my top-10-of-the-most-satisfying-sounds-that-tickle-my-mind list.

As I approach the station, I immediately noticed the queue of people waiting for the next bus. I went straight to the end of the line.

A pluviophile myself can't help but stare intently at the light drizzle. I can't wait to watch it by the bus' window seat. I will surely get the window seat, nobody can stop me, I said to myself.

That train of thought suddenly stopped when I head a fairly familiar sound when a certain something falls on the ground not from a very high place. When I looked at the direction from which I think it came, I see that it's a bag on the ground. I don't know what is in there but I guess it's heavy. I know it fell from the hands of a female student next to me as she picked it up with her right hand. She didn't get it right away though and continued to type in her phone on her other hand for a few seconds.

The queue is not actually a straight line. It's winding because the loading area is crowded and it's always like that. That is why I can see the other passengers and sometimes I can't help but observe.

The bus arrived and the line is moving. But seeing how many have arrived before me. I don't think I don't make the cut for this one. Hopefully, it's still raining by the time I get to sit.

Oops, I thought to myself as I saw another thing fall onto the ground across the hall. This time it's a guy seriously staring at his phone. Oh well, I should have known.

Nowadays, it's so impressive how much a small device can affect our daily lives. Everyone is always occupied. It takes so much of our time and it makes us lost in a different realm. And even I was guilty of that. *sighs* I don't know anymore if this technological advancement is good or not.

And so this technological advancement vibrated. I unlocked it only to find that Kurt replied to my last text.

"Oh yeah? Alright. Next time it is. I hope you're not forgetting what you have to do on Saturday."

I smirked and texted him back. "I just had it done today."

Before I knew it ,the last bus went on its way and the next bus is already in position. The queue progressed.

"Excuse me." A middle-aged man approached me reaching out his hand to me and asked "Is this yours?" It's my handkerchief.

"Yes, it's mine. Thank you." I said as I take it.

It must have fallen when I texted Kurt. I guess I am pretty occupied today too.

[rafor]

Chapter 14 - At the gates - The Glitch

I felt a surge of urgency. I had to get moving before nightfall. I vaguely recalled having wings before I arrived here, but they are gone now. I no longer felt like a divine being in the afterlife. I felt like a reborn human. Fragile and ordinary. Perhaps it was foolish to try to use my wings in this unfamiliar place, where other flying creatures could spot me and intercept me. I decided to stay on the ground and look for the gates. There had to be one somewhere.

I walked along the wall, keeping a safe distance from it, and scanned the surroundings for an opening. After a while, I spotted it. There was a gate guarded by several dragons of different sizes and colors, as well as a few griffins. They seemed to be merchants, waiting in a short queue to enter the city. I joined them at the end of the line. I was silent, out of place, and different from everyone else. The griffin and a dragon in front of me noticed me. They gave me a quick glance, then looked away. They whispered to each other, speculating about who I was. I could hear them say things like, “Have you ever seen that?” “No, but it looks cute.” I felt embarrassed by their comments until the griffin turned around and said, “Good day, I’m Nala. Nice to meet you.” She sounded friendly, but I was caught off guard by her sudden introduction. I replied politely, “Nice to meet you too, Nala. I’m Raphael.” I didn’t ask her anything else. I just stated my name. The dragon next to her also turned to face me and said, “Hi Raphael, I’m Razel. Are you an ape?” The griffin slapped him with one of her paws and said, “No, he’s not. He doesn’t have a tail. Please excuse my friend here. Anyway, what are you?” I felt offended by his question, but I answered calmly, “I’m a human. I guess you’ve never seen one before.” Nala said, “Oh, wow, a new kind of creature. I’ve never seen a human before. Are all humans so small?” I sighed inwardly and said, “I’m average height for a human. There are some taller than me, but that’s not important right now.” She apologized, “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you. I was just curious.” I said, “It’s okay. Don’t worry about it. Can I ask you what you are?” They said, “Isn’t it obvious?” I apologized, “Sorry, you are a griffin and you’re a dragon, right?” They said, “Yes, but not just any griffin or dragon. I’m a fire griffin.” “And I’m a wind dragon from the kingdom of the Whispering Wind, domain of Queen Freya.” I had never heard of these kingdoms before since I was new here, so I wanted to ask them more about them. But before I could do that, someone at the gate pointed at me and ordered something. Suddenly, two guards came over and grabbed me. One of them said, “You have to come with us.” I wondered how many knew about my arrival besides Zeno. The guards dragged me past the gate and brought me to a dragon with a paper list in his hand. He asked me my name. He seemed to already know it somehow. As soon as I said “Raphael”, he nodded to the guards and said, “It’s him. Bring him to them.” I had no idea who he meant by them, but they must have been someone of importance. We walked through the city for a long time. The guards didn’t offer to fly me there, and I didn’t dare to ask for it either. The city was old, large, and crowded with dragons of all kinds. Some of them looked at me with curiosity or suspicion. They probably had never seen a human either. It made me feel uncomfortable and exposed.

We reached a section of the city that was enclosed by another wall. Inside, there were more buildings than living beings. Elegant buildings that seemed more decorative than functional. One of them was a temple, where the guards took me inside and told me to wait until they called me in. Alone again in an empty building with walls covered with symbols and strange writings that made no sense to me, I waited as instructed. I had no choice or power in this situation. I didn’t want to mess up anything so soon after arriving here, so I followed every order as best as I could.

#chapter #dragon #dragons #elements #fantasy #literature #mystery #story #poetry #adventure #the_glitch #the rise and fall of raphael

[garudabluffs]

Ticketmaster cancels Taylor Swift general sale ticket sales set for Friday                     NOV.17,2022

Surging demand overwhelmed a presale of tickets for the 2023 tour, and Ticketmaster said there wasn’t enough tickets left for the general public. Many fans have expressed outrage at the tour rollout.

“Tickets have been reselling for as much as $28,000, Reuters reported.”

READ MORE https://www.washingtonpost.com/business/2022/11/17/taylor-swift-ticketmaster-presale/

Comments 714 

"...resulting in 3.5 billion total system requests” — four-times its previous web traffic peak."So almost half the earth's population tried to buy Swift tickets?

‘He said that a competitor promoted (?)) Swift’s show and chose Ticketmaster to sell the tickets because “we are, in reality, the largest and most effective ticket seller in the world.” '  Ummm, isn't that what a monopoly is?” Reply:”No, there are other ticketing companies they just don't have capacity to sell 2.5 million tickets.”

FYI - the Taylor Swift tour is not being promoted by Live Nation.  Her promoter is Louis Messina, whose company is owned by AEG.  AEG is Live Nation's largest competitor, and has their own ticketing company (AXS.com).

“Ticketmaster is the only DIRECT 1ST PARTY ticket sales company which makes it a monopoly.  Their connection with/to LIVE Nation which bought up and continues to buy up most of the venues which after purchase only sells tickets through Ticketmaster makes it a monopoly. Unless tickets are sold directly by a venue ( and there are very few that still do) any ticket selling company other than Ticketmaster is a scalper ticket seller who is using algorithms to get the best seats and who in turn jacks up the prices to make a profit. Only way to resolve it is to STOP selling tickets online. Make people provide ID in person to buy the tickets and to show the same ID for the same tickets at show time.

Eric Church tried to play venues not connected to TM or LN he found it  was impossible. Eddie Vedder and others tried yrs ago to stop the sale involving TM & LN and no one listened then.Hopefully this TS ticket mess will bust open the scam that is TM! “

“The venues have an exclusive contract with Ticketmaster. If you want to have a concert at a large venue, you must use Ticketmaster.”

“Taylor Swift is a well curated marketing initiative in which PR teams, publicists and make up artists seem to play a bigger role than music.”

“The company is the one who sold to the bots. I joined the verified fan list the minute it opened and was placed on a waiting list. The company is known for scalping it's own tickets and it's a problem when all of the large shows less than 10% are actually made available to fans. Now they are also using the dynamic pricing, when a Bruce Springsteen show the cheapest ticket was $5000 it's a monopoly that needs broken up. Tickets were being listed for $35,000 for this show and the company charges ridiculous fee's twice for every ticket. Anyone who thinks that she was the one getting all of this money is a fool.”

“I was lucky to get tickets during the verified fan and Capital One pre-sales, but d*mn, that dynamic pricing is brutal!  Floor and pit seats in Chicago were like $500+!  The nosebleed seats were going for $109!  I get to spend the next year paying off my CC now for our tickets :/  Most of the decent seats are way too pricey for the average fan..... “

BAN  THE  BOTS “The president of Ticketmaster just said on CBS Evening News that they knew their queue was full of bots not just legitimate individuals and did and apparently do nothing to filter them out.  This is where the super massive secondary market of tickets comes from.  Authorized scalpers and price gougers should be ILLEGAL ! “

“ Bollocks.Most of the tickets were dumped onto Stubhub by TM (owned by TM) with the artist’s approval. She takes a cut off the upsell. Happens all the time.” Nonsense. StubHub is not owned by Ticketmaster.

Tix were $119 each...so $55 in fees on a $238 purchase.  Ridiculous.

“What we were trying to say was: this could get worse if someone doesn’t fight it now,” Vedder told me in 2009, just as Live Nation and Ticketmaster were set to merge. “And apparently it looks like we predicted the future.” (Independent, 2019)

#Taylor Swift Eras Tour TicketMASTER

[tothemeparkortonot]

Theme Parks: To Express or Not to Express?

Hello dreamers, believers, and blog readers! 

Today we’ll be discussing an important mechanic to any theme park line - the express line! For simpler purposes I’ll refer to this line as express, but whether you’re a frequent of Universal’s express lane or Disney’s Lightning Lane, it’s safe to say that we all know they both have the exact same purpose: to get you to the ride faster! But, are they a must-need in order to get everything done in your park day? Let’s talk about it.

Many of those who are first introduced into the world of theme parks believe that express passes are a must need. I’ve seen many guests who rely on express passes like a golden ticket, a ticket thats going to get them in and out of every single ride in a timely manner and then back home for dinner. But, the truth of the matter is that depending on what type of park goer you are, you might not need to reply on the expedient line in order to ride certain rides faster. 

What it all really depends on is how you spend your park day, and what time of year you’re going. 

For example, whenever I go to Universal, no matter what time of year it is, I spend my day the same: I get to Universal Studios around 10am. I ride Jimmy Fallon and the Mummy. I watch the Jason Bourne Stunt Spectacular. I ride Gringotts, watch Celestina Warbeck and the Banshees perform, then I ride E.T. and Men in Black. Then, lunch. Then I either take the Hogwarts Express or just walk over to Islands of Adventure. Gotta do Spiderman, then see Posideons Fury. Ride Forbidden Journey, Hagrids, and Velocicoaster. If there’s time, ride Flight of the Hippogriff and then head home.

Seem’s like a lot, right? Wrong! I do this strategy every time I do, and how do I accomplish that? You have to play the game. Check wait times, chose in what order to do things in and use your time wisely. I always make it known that as long as you’re in a queue minutes before the park closes, you’re guaranteed to ride. Use that to your advantage! Yes, sometimes you’ll have to wait in long lines, that’s a given no matter what - but that’s a aprt of the theme park experience! Standing in line, talking to friends or playing Heads Up, those moments also create memories you won’t forget. It’s all a aprt of the experience. 

Now, getting express doesn’t mean you don’t get those experiences either - I’m just pointing out that it is possible to do everything you want to do without express. If you did have express, of course you’d be able to do whatever you want, probably several times over, too. You’ll have more time to do whatever else you want to do in a theme park, but my whole point is that it’s not needed if you still want to have a good park day.

Now that my example is out of the way, let’s discuss if express pass prices are even worth it. 

As always, let’s discuss Universal’s variety of express passes first. 

There’s the one-park one time use per attraction express pass that starts at $80. For two parks one time use it’s $90. Then the one park unlimited at $110, and two parks unlimited $120. This is al per day, and surely with multiple days, you get certain discounts. But, they don’t stop there. There’s Universal’s Annual Passes: The Premiere pass allows one-time use express after 4pm, as well as dozens of other benefits for $640 a year. While that may seem like a lot, if you add up all the benefits pass holders receive with this card on top of express, it all adds up. 

Now let’s look at Disney and the new (and unofficially known as a mess of a system) Genie Plus. It is $15-$22 per person per day. This pass gives you a return time for an express, or ‘lightning lane’ pass one at a time, meaning you have to go and ride the attraction you picked first before selecting another return time for the express lane. 

Now let’s discuss capacity. Disney World in Orlando has an average guest capacity of 250,000 while Universal’s MAX is 27,000. That’s a very big difference and a key role in how vital express passes can be for your vacation.

Also let’s not forget VACATION! Sure people go to these parks year round, but holiday season? Thanksgiving, Winter, Spring, Summer, all those big times of year people around the world think, “Let’s take a vacation to this theme park! Surely no one else is doing that!” And then they get there and hate everything and everyone because it’s so crowded. It happens every year without fail, us humans are truly one of a kind, aren’t we?

And lastly, let’s not forget it also depends on how experienced you are as a theme park goer. Now me? I’d say I’m pretty experienced going to Universal, it’s why my tactic works every single time year-round. I know the layout of the parks, I know how the app works, and I know what rides do or don’t have lockers. I’d even say I’m a professional! But, if I were to go to Disney, that’s a whole other ballpark. I’d be confused, lost, tired as soon as I got on the monorail, and honestly I’d just give up and eat fries at Casy’s Corner all day until the fireworks started. It’s not my cup of tea, and I can admit that!

So I can understand how the more inexperienced park goer might want express passes to make their rides go by faster so they can cover more ground. Have more time to walk around, take in the sites, relax and unwind. That’s totally normal! Just like how I, someone more experienced, would prefer to go without. 

At the end of the day, I believe that express is both worth it and not. Worth it to those who want to cover more ground, maybe this is the only vacation you’ll have for a while and you want to make it worthwhile. I get it! Or maybe you’re someone who lives nearby the parks and go so often that you’re one of those people who do your homework on property just because you can, so you know your way around and you don’t need express to make the system work in your favor.

Regardless of how you do it, the option is always there! Please feel free to respond and give me your thoughts, but for now, that’s all.

[zygreys]

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he loves it when you get turned on by him being a little meaner than usual.backs you against the couch, into a corner, against the wall and then asks in the sweetest tone with such faux sympathy "what's gotten you all red, darling?".he will tease the absolute living shit out of you.but on days where he feels a little bold.will walk up to you, stroke your cheek with gentle touches and peck your lips a couple of times before letting it turn into a deeper kiss.Note: it's a miracle I didn't go to the bathroom and use the shower head half way through writing this. Keep reading draken x reader ken ryuguji x reader ryuguji ken x reader tokyo revengers x reader drakendaydreams kinktober kinktober 2022 keisuke baji x reader baji keisuke x reader baji x reader hanma x reader shuji hanma x reader hanma shuji x reader manjiro sano x reader sano manjiro x reader mikey sano x reader sano mikey x reader kazutora hanemiya x reader hanemiya kazutora x reader kazutora x reader takemichi hanagaki x reader hanagaki takemichi x reader takemichi x reader kinktoberįeaturing : mitsuya, chifuyu, kakucho, draken and kisaki.Ĭ.w: pussy worship, clit worship(?), pussy drank tr men. I’ll link them here as they release as well. 👇 If the date looks like this then that means that the piece is in the queue and waiting for your viewing pleasure. Now take a peek at what’s to come in October. If you don’t want to see the Kinktober stuff for this year then simply blacklist the tag : drakendaydreams kinktober 😉 Age must be in bio or easily found to be added to the taglist. Can’t wait for everyone to see what we’ll be getting up to this year. 🙌 I can add you to only certain characters, the whole thing, or only certain kinks. 😈 If you want to be added to the taglist simply DM me, shoot me an ask, or even reply to this post. 👏 Enjoy 31 days of pure smut this October. If you don’t want to be involved with the fun in the 8k event then go ahead and blacklist the tag: #mainstream sellout event or #bakubabes celebrates 8k 19 pieces in all! Some of them are already labeled NSFW because of the context of the songs, but others may change as I get them written. These pieces will start rolling out as soon as 8k hits and will continue to roll out every other day for the next three or so weeks after we hit the mark. It’s first come first serve for who gets the pick for characters! Simply send me an ask with something as simple as “Ken Ryuguji with track 3” or “Eren Yeager and Drug Dealer” and if that track hasn’t been selected then that will be the character I choose! Character repeats are fine, but I encourage everyone to try to pick different characters, just to spice it up a little bit since I do tend to write for the same people over and over. And I’ll obviously be tagging everything accordingly, but just some disclaimers before they come out. As always my writing will be x fem!Reader because that’s what I’m most comfortable doing, but any of them that I am able to I will be trying my hardest to keep GN. Some of these pieces will be NSFW and some of them will contain some content that not everyone will enjoy so if you’re familiar with the songs please make sure you choose wisely. You’ll find the tracklist underneath the cut and each piece will quite simply be named after the song. Each of the songs off of his new album has found a way to inspire a piece for me. You guys are in charge of who these pieces will be involving, but I’ve already got an idea for what is going to be in each of them, it’ll just be molded to whomever is chosen for that day.įor anyone that isn’t already aware I’m a huge Machine Gun Kelly fan and what better way to bring him into my work than by using his latest album as a milestone event. Another milestone is upon us and for 8k we’re gonna change it up and do something that we’ve never done before.

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[bearbait-adventures]

Perfect For Me Chapter 1

The Director is going over reports on his desk, one particular report he has gone over several times in the past few minutes. It seems the UNSC is trying to pawn off one of their failures and wants to know if he wants this particular soldier for his project. The asset in question was certainly unique, a recent misfit of the Spartan project was running a mission when his second gender manifested suddenly causing the soldier to black out while flying a Pelican. When they recovered him from the wreckage his armor although definitely damaged was still pressurized so his so the pheromones never caused a problem until they tried to remove it in the med bay. When the seal was lost his pheromones were so strong they overwhelmed the alphas forcing them to their knees and even incapacitated some of the betas.

The Spartan had manifested into a rare dominate omega, but due to the projects experimental hormone supplements to increase the growth and stamina, the augmentation surgeries and the various other things they did, his manifestation was severely delayed. That combined with the time it took to get him to the med bay and the subsequent pheromone pressure, the Spartan suffered memory loss and brain damage. The file listed the soldier as 6’ 8” tall, 255lbs without armor meaning with the armor he was probably 7’ 2” give or take and weighing around 995 lbs.

“Adding a soldier like this to one of the simulation bases would certainly be interesting”, the Director mused to himself. As if on queue there was a knock in his doorway the Counselor stepped into his office not waiting for permission as the door was already open. The darker man was holding a file from the simulation bases in his hands. He cleared his throat as he started speaking, “Sir, we have a problem, the simulation troopers at Blood Gulch Outpost Alpha have reported that their CO has died due to a heart attack.”

The Director cocked his brow at the Counselor’s statement, “Are you talking about the outpost we sent Agent Florida to watch over the Alpha AI?”

“Yes, it is sir Agent Florida is the one reported to have died he was the CO of Blue Team in that scenario,” the Counselor replied with concern.

“What are the second genders of the sim troopers assigned to the scenario?” the Director asked as he eyed the file in his hands again.

The Counselor opened his folder and began looking through the pages before replying a little while later, “Mostly betas it seems, ah,... the Red Team’s CO is an alpha everyone else is listed as beta.”

The Director stood up with a slight grin and handed the file he had to the darker man, who took it and began to read through it, he muttered the name of the recruit to himself, “Mike-208,” his eyes widened as he realized the meaning of this designation, “A Spartan, but how?”, he had a look for bewilderment on his face. The Director snorted as he turned to look out his office window into the stars outside. The Counselor just turned to leave while still going over the file adding it to the others in the folder he was carrying. As he traveled down the corridors of the ship rifling through papers he bumped into someone’s shoulder, his concentration was broken so he looked up.

“Ah, Agent Washington how are you doing today?,” the Counselor looks over the agent dressed in his training fatigues and sweating, he must have been jogging around the ship something the Counselor knows Washington does when he has trouble sleeping.

“Don’t worry about me Counselor, I’ll be back in shape to go on missions again in no time,” Washington says in a controlled tone eyes quickly glancing at the papers in the counselor’s hands. The papers hanging carelessly the tops folded over, words at the top were visible although upside down.

MIKE-208 [DOMINATE OMEGA] were the only words he glimpsed as he talked with the counselor.

“We’ll certainly be looking forward to your return Agent Washington,” the Counselor said in that fake tone he uses when he trying to be your friend it really irks Washington but he doesn’t let it show on his face. The Counselor nods his head as he continued on his way down the hall. Agent Washington stood there for a moment lost in thought while rubbing the back of his neck his fingers lightly running up and down the scarring from his neural implant.

‘Mike-208 isn’t that how they name the Spartans? Why does the Counselor have a file about a Spartan? Are we getting another agent? Wait, it said dominate omega,...there is no way an omega could be a Spartan. They’re frail usually...no way one could survive the augmentation process, and what’s a dominate omega anyway I’ve never heard of such a thing...’ Washington’s brain rapid fired questions one after another. He brought both hands to the back of his neck and carded his fingers against the grain of his hair as he then drug them down over his eyes and down his cheeks letting out a somewhat dramatic sigh. Too many questions and no answers to be had, he forced himself to stop thinking about it and turned to continue running down the ships interior.

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[tullyfreckled]

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It had taken a lot of time, a lot of resources but when they finally had been found, Edmure was eager to bring them to Riverrun. He paid, well his family paid, for the transportation, anything else they might need. It had taken a bit to convince the boys and their families but he knew that in the end, they would agree to come. He knew from the way that Genevieve had talked about her boys. He had set everything into motion before the moon had changed and he was hoping they would arrive afterwards, he could only hope. When he had caught word that their trains were delayed due to the weather, Edmure was glad as it bought them time.

"Don't move." Edmure told Genevieve, placing his hands on her shoulders. "And keep your eyes closed. Don't open them until I say so." He walked backwards a few paces before he turned around, opening the door. He whispered to them, nodding for her boys and their family to come into the room. Positioning them in the room and keeping his finger to his lips, Edmure stepped off the side, eager to see everyone’s reaction.

"Alright Genevieve.... open your eyes."

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