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dragonologist-writings · 12 days

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Title: Midnight Black and Paris Green Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3 Rating: M Status: Ongoing (11/?) Characters: F!Tav, Shadowheart Ships: F!Tav/Shadowheart Additional Notes: Missing Scenes, Mutual Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers, Eventual Mild Smut, Canon-Typical Themes Word Count: 28k Summary: Shadowheart isn't accustomed to placing her trust in other people. Neither is Naia. But these are interesting times, and stranger things have happened. (A loose re-telling of the game, with a focus on the Tav/Shadowheart romance)

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Chapter 1 below:

Shadowheart does not quite remember her capture, or the crash, or even the falling. She does not register any pain- only the harsh sunlight piercing through murky darkness as she comes to with a jolt. Fractured recollections trip over themselves in her memory, all culminating to push but one thing to the front of her mind: the artefact.

Her eyes fly open and her hands scramble desperately at her pockets. A shadow falls over the glaring sand, a voice mutters something she cannot hear, and instincts take over as Shadowheart realizes she is not alone. She rolls into a defensive crouch, ready to send off a blast of radiant magic.

But it is not an enemy who faces her now. It is the woman from the ship. The one who saved her.

That recognition is quite unfortunately followed by a flood of memories which make her stomach lurch and her skin crawl. The mindflayers. The nautiloid. The tadpole.

“Are you okay?” the woman asks in a low, halting voice, and another scene is triggered in Shadowheart’s hazy memory.

It was all madness by the time she awoke, madness and panic and distant noises of destruction. And she was trapped. All she could do was bang on the pod and scream for help, cursed with knowledge that help would likely never come.

But then the pod fell open. Shadowheart stumbled out, desperate with relief, only to find herself face to face with what she thought for a fleeting moment was another mindflayer.

She could not be blamed for the misconception; the creature before her was obscured in shadow save for two pinpricks of red burning in their eyes, glinting in the eerie light of the ship. But then the light shifted, and Shadowheart realized it was no mindflayer before her-

It was Naia. The name comes back in a rush, along with many other bits and pieces of recent days.

But where is the artefact?

Shadowheart turns away from the woman, scrambling again over her pockets and satchel. Only when she finally puts a hand to the cold metal does she allow herself a sigh of relief.

“I’m fine.” I have the artefact. I’m alive. I can still complete my mission.

The other woman does not comment on her behavior; she is rather distracted herself, as her gaze sweeps over the ruined landscape around them. Twisted metal, still burning, litters the beach they’ve landed upon.

“What in the hells happened to us?” Naia mutters. She turns her eyes back to Shadowheart, who has to hold back a shudder under that gaze. This is certainly the same tiefling from the ship: short gray horns sticking out above a mess of dark hair, pallid skin which looks a sickly grey in the sunlight, void-dark eyes with pupils rimmed in red that are still far too reminiscent of a mindflayer for comfort.

But she saved Shadowheart, and Shadowheart does not have time to be picky in her choice of help. The mindflayer has planted its tadpoles. Her time is slipping away as they speak. If she wants to make it back to Baldur’s Gate with her mind intact, she’s going to need every ounce of help she can get.

Thus marks the first day of Shadowheart’s tadpole infection, and of her partnership with the tiefling known as Naia Gwaelon.

It’s stumbling chance that leads Naia and Shadowheart to the ruins on that initial leg of their journey. The idyllic little beach they landed on is sorely lacking in supplies; whatever this place was before, it’s now all ruin and wreck and lifeless, luckless fishermen who got caught in the nautiloid’s debris. The heavy stone door is the first sign of real civilization they come across, and all it takes to enter is a few minutes of Naia stubbornly jamming at the lock with makeshift tools.

The inside of the structure offers no more cheer than the beach. What they’ve stumbled upon is clearly an old crypt, complete with rotting skeletons, booby-trapped caskets, and other such classics. Luckily, the offerings left for the dead include a small array of still-viable weapons and armor. Even more luckily, the crypt has apparently already been infiltrated by looters, and Shadowheart is able to hunt down a small stash of food and supplies.

Meanwhile, Naia busies herself hunting down things of another nature.

“Looking for anything in particular?” Shadowheart finally asks after watching the tiefling wander through rows upon rows of coffins with a look on her face which can only be described as reverent curiosity.

Naia’s answer is quiet and distracted, and Shadowheart only catches a few words. “Ancient magic…I don’t even recognize…still traces of magic preservation, but for what purpose?”

Shadowheart shakes her head, not bothering to ask again. Wizards.

It’s funny, in a way. Back on the nautiloid ship, the urgency of their situation meant there was little time for chatter. Then on the beach, with the panic subsided, Naia had seemed too dazed for conversation. Now she’s finally come alive again, and the only things she seems interested in speaking to are the dead.

Shadowheart doesn’t mind, though. She remembers, again and again, that Naia did save her, even though it would have been far easier for her to cut and run. What’s more, Shadowheart remembers the display of angry magic that cut through the mindflayer’s thralls on the nautiloid, and she knows this wizard is not one to be trifled with. Power like that, however odd, should not be squandered.

So Shadowheart allows Naia a few minutes of fascination. The tiefling mutters a few more observations, skittering around the ancient tomb with little grace, apparently having forgotten that Shadowheart is there at all. It’s an amusing sight, in its own way, and it provides the opportunity to rest for a bit in the cool shade, so there is no reason yet for Shadowheart to protest.

Not until Naia presses her hand against a sigil in the old stone wall, and a shimmering, sickly green light erupts in a wave that washes through the crypt. Shadowheart leaps back to her feet, pulling her mace into position just as the petrified bodies decorating the tomb spring to life.

To Naia’s credit, she faces the skeletons without so much as flinching. But it’s still a grueling encounter, especially given everything else both women are still recovering from. When the last skeleton finally collapses into dust at Naia’s feet, she collapses as well, slumping to her knees on the cold stone floor.

Shadowheart is at her side in an instant, holy healing at the ready. Naia tenses at her approach, but upon realizing her intentions allows herself to relax, if only by a fraction. At this point, Shadowheart cannot hold back a sigh as she guides the magic through Naia’ battered body.

“You just had to press the button, didn’t you?”

“The dead typically aren’t so easily offended,” Naia protests weakly. Even in her petulance, her words are curt and stiff. “These were guarding something. Look.”

Shadowheart follows her direction and, yes, there is an opening in the wall that wasn’t there before. And yes, Shadowheart would be lying if she said her interest hasn’t been piqued.

“Good eye. These holy temples are always full of valuable secrets. And after all that, this one had better be something special.” With that, Shadowheart finishes up her spell, scrutinizing Naia’s state as the magic fades from her fingertips. “Feeling better?”

“Somewhat,” Naia answers in a clipped tone. She’s scowling, but not at Shadowheart; as she lifts a hand to her temple, the source of her displeasure becomes obvious. “Better than should be expected, actually.”

“You mean you don’t feel as if tentacles are about to burst from your mouth?” Shadowheart asks. “Me too, funnily enough. But that doesn’t mean we can afford to rest on our laurels. Finding a healer must be our top priority.”

“Couldn't we rest just a little longer? With all those protections, this room should be a safe enough place. I don’t mean to hold us up. I know we need to move, but I-”

Naia’s words are cut off as she hisses in pain. Her hand twitches, fingers trembling, but she pulls away before Shadowheart can inspect her any further. Dark hair- almost violet in the dim light- hangs in her face, obscuring whatever expression is hiding in her scarlet-dotted eyes.

The last thing Shadowheart wishes is for paranoia to get the best of her…yet she cannot help but count back the time it took them to cover the beach and half these ruins. They are nearly twenty-four hours past their time of infection, and the sword hanging over their heads will only continue to lower. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“My magic is drained,” Naia insists. “We already know looters have been rooting around here. If we get killed by them, or by another round of skeletons, our tadpoles won’t matter much at all. I just need a little time to recover.”

Bloody wizards, Shadowheart thinks with another sigh, but she nods. “Fine. I suppose I can’t complain too much. After all, you saved my life on board the ship. How can I do anything but sing your praises?”

The words come out somewhere in between sardonic and sincere, but Naia nods along, her gaze once again taking on that look of distant distraction.

“I keep thinking about that, actually. The ship. Why it took us. I can’t figure it out.”

“It’s how the vile creatures reproduce.”

“I am acutely aware. But do they always take so many? I know nothing about this is normal, but still…something seems strange.”

Shadowheart muses over the point, and her thoughts return to the artefact stowed away in her satchel. She’s positive it’s connected to this, though she can’t fathom a guess as to how.

“The voice on the ship told me I’d become a ‘beautiful weapon’,” Shadowheart admits, turning the memory over in her mind. “I don’t know what that’s supposed to mean.”

Naia hums in thought. “Maybe that part was a compliment.”

The words are so unexpected they startle a laugh out of Shadowheart, in spite of everything.

“You’re adorable,” she says, and Naia’s eyes go wide. She is a cute thing, Shadowheart realizes in that moment. An odd sight, certainly, covered as she is in cobwebs and bone dust, but still. Maybe it’s the eyes- now that Shadowheart is somewhat accustomed to the sight, there is something entrancing about their inky darkness.

What’s more, there’s a cleverness to this woman that Shadowheart can’t help but like. It’s for this reason that Shadowheart gives her a teasing smirk as she adds, “But your timing? Just awful.”

Naia blushes under her bruises, and Shadowheart bites back another laugh as she rises to her feet. “Go on, get your rest. I’ll check out this tomb while you do so, and then we can be on our way.”

Day three of Shadowheart’s infection, and something is wrong here.

They’ve gathered more allies by now, all with the same little stowaways in their heads. All blissfully devoid of symptoms.

What it means, Shadowheart can’t begin to say. Maybe it’s all connected to her mission, and the answer is locked away with her memories. Maybe not. The only way to find out is to press on, and hope that she has surrounded herself with allies rather than liabilities.

But Shadowheart has never put much stock in hoping, and her allies are all rather…questionable. A wizard whom they found stuck within a rock, an elf who’s clearly brimming with secrets of his own, and Lae’zel. Not Shadowheart’s first choice of company, to put it lightly.

Naia, however…

Naia continues to surprise. She is withdrawn, yet decisive; wary, yet curious. She wears the bone amulet they uncovered in the crypt on a small chain around her neck, and her spells glimmer with the telltale sickly sheen of necromancy. Naia is the one who might understand, should Shadowheart confide the truth of her mission. She clearly does not draw away from death; why should darkness be any different?

Even so, Shadowheart is smarter than that. She can’t simply go around trusting every woman who wanders through a graveyard. This mission is hers, and hers alone.

But trust is not required to simply enjoy somebody’s company. On the third night they spend together, Shadowheart settles in to join Naia over a campfire dinner, prepared by Gale and accompanied by a bottle of wine. Shadowheart eyes the wine in particular with caution. “This isn’t something else you pilfered from the crypt, is it?”

Naia pauses, lips pursed in thought as she glances down at the bottle. “It’s vintage,” she finally says.

“You’ve an optimistic way of viewing things.”

“The way things are going we’ll likely be dead ourselves within a few days anyway, so what’s the harm?”

“And such a charmer, too.” Shadowheart traces a finger over the bottle in her hand, her mind whirring. No matter how hard she tries- how hard they all try- she knows there really is only one topic on anybody’s mind.

“What would you do if I turned into a mindflayer?” she asks, opting to get straight to the point. “If I turned tonight?”

“I’d kill you.”

Naia’s answer is quick and without malice. A statement of simple fact. It’s the correct answer, yet the frank honesty is so unexpected that for a moment Shadowheart does not have a response at the ready.

A shadow passes over Naia’s face, and she huffs in frustrated embarrassment. “Sorry- I didn’t mean- I don’t want to kill you- I would just have to-”

“Oh, don’t you dare apologize,” Shadowheart interrupts, and Naia’s tense shoulders slump in relief. It is not the first time she has done this- say something without hesitation, then wince as the words leave her mouth. Shadowheart, however, cannot help but respect the pragmatism. “Killing me would be the wise thing to do- and I daresay I’d be happier dead than I would as one of those things. Although I do hope you would miss me after I’m gone. I think I’d miss you, should the roles be reversed.”

It is adorable, how Naia’s night-black eyes widen at the slightest provocation. Those eyes trace over Shadowheart’s face, betraying little yet saying quite a bit all the same.

“I would,” Naia says at last, and Shadowheart smiles. She takes a sip of the wine-

And immediately spits it out, gagging at the taste. “Oh. Oh, no. That was a terrible idea. I think that had bits of undead stuck in the cork.”

Naia laughs- short and low, and Shadowheart realizes it’s the first time she’s heard the sound. It’s…nice. She decides in that moment that as bad things are, she can at least say she likes this new ally of hers. She rises to upend the contents of the tainted wine bottle into the campfire, and she can feel Naa’s gaze follow after her as she goes- and Shadowheart feels fairly confident in saying that Naia seems to like her, too.

#fanfic #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #shadowheart #tav x shadowheart #oc: naia #ship: night orchids #midnight black and paris green

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yamanorakuen · 2 years

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Obey Me! characters as songs from Midnights by Taylor Swift

I used to assign Taylor Swift songs to the characters and now that Ms. Swift has dropped a new record I felt obliged to do this. Hi, it's me, haven't been around in ages but I'm still the same. I kind of lost interest in Obey Me! during summer but lately I've been coming back around to it again! How are you all?

Anyway, without further ado, read my assessment below. (There's also some glitch with the colors and sizing of the letters, I can't fix it without a new problem appearing.)

Lucifer: The Great War

Tore your banners down, took the battle underground And maybe it was egos swinging Maybe it was her Flashes of the battle come back to me in a blur

Mammon: Paris

I'm so in love that I might stop breathing Drew a map on your bedroom ceiling No, I didn't see the news 'Cause we were somewhere else Stumbled down pretend alleyways Cheap wine, make believe it's champagne

Leviathan: Labyrinth

"It only hurts this much right now" Was what I was thinkin' the whole time Breathe in, breathe through, breathe deep, breathe out I'll be gettin' over you my whole life

Satan: Karma

Sweet like honey, karma is a cat Purring in my lap 'cause it loves me Flexing like a goddamn acrobat Me and karma vibe like that

Asmodeus: Bejeweled

Best believe I'm still bejeweled When I walk in the room I can still make the whole place shimmer And when I meet the band They ask, "Do you have a man?" I could still say, "I don't remember"

Beelzebub: Sweet Nothing

Outside they're push and shoving You’re in the kitchen hummin’ All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

Belphegor: Vigilante Shit

I don't start shit, but I can tell you how it ends Don't get sad, get even So on the weekends I don't dress for friends Lately I've been dressin' for revenge

Diavolo: Anti-Hero

Sometimes, I feel like everybody is a sexy baby And I'm a monster on the hill Too big to hang out, slowly lurching toward your favorite city Pierced through the heart, but never killed

Barbatos: Mastermind

What if I told you none of it was accidental? And the first night that you saw me Nothing was gonna stop me I laid the groundwork, and then Just like clockwork The dominoes cascaded in a line What if I told you I'm a mastermind? And now you're mine

Simeon: Snow On The Beach

Flying in a dream Stars by the pocketful You wanting me Tonight feels impossible But it's coming down No sound, it's all around

Luke: You're On Your Own, Kid

'Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned Everything you lose is a step you take So, make the friendship bracelets, take the moment and taste it You've got no reason to be afraid

Solomon: Glitch

I was supposed to sweat you out In search of glorious happenings of happenstance on someone else's playground But it's been two-thousand one-hundred ninety days of our love blackout

Here it is! What were your favorite tracks from Midnights? What do you think of the album as a whole?

I liked it, it's not my favorite Taylor album and it needed a bit of time to grow on me, but I think it's satisfactory. My favorite songs are Maroon, The Great War, Dear Reader and Mastermind. I really love all of the 3am tracks... Main album tracks are more of a hit or miss for me, mostly hit, but 3am tracks NEVER miss.

If you have any questions about my choices, answer my questions on just anything you want to say, feel free to comment :)

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me luke #taylor swift #taylor swift midnights #midnights #meet me at midnight

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midnight-echoes · 2 years

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Incorrect Quotes: Freedom Pals Edition

It's just the Freedom Pals from TFBW this time. Yes, I am including New Kid/Buttlord/Douchebag and Mint-Berry Crunch. ...Spoilers. I think.

Capt. Diabetes: *eating a cinnamon roll* Mosquito: Cannibalism. Capt. Diabetes: *confused chewing noises*

Mysterion: Bro, I had a dream we fucked. Prof. Chaos: Bro, relax it was just a dream. Mysterion: Huh, gay, I wouldn’t fuck you. Prof. Chaos: You wouldn’t? Mysterion: I mean, unless you want to-

The Coon: I printed up a bunch of fake safety inspection certificates. Go slap one on anything that looks like a lawsuit. Dr. Timothy: Coon, is that legal? The Coon: When the cops aren’t around, anything’s legal!

New Kid: I tried to write ‘I'm a functional adult’ but my phone changed it to ‘fictional adult’ and i feel like that’s more accurate.

Dr. Timothy: When I said bring me something back from the beach I meant like a conch shell! New Kid: *Struggling to hold a seagull* Fucking say that next time!

Mosquito: Here’s the cold medicine you asked for. Mosquito: *dumps 3 shopping bags of wine on the table* Call Girl: ...Thanks.

Mysterion: You're smiling. What happened? The Coon: What? Can't I smile just because I feel like it? Dr. Timothy: The New Kid tripped and fell down the stairs today.

The Coon: Where's Human Kite? Mysterion: Don't worry, I'll find him. Mysterion, shouting: Toolshed sucks! Human Kite, distantly: Toolshed is the best person ever! Mysterion: Found him.

Toolshed: Are we fighting or flirting? Human Kite: I'm pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck- Toolshed: Your point?

Call Girl: I keep a picture of all of us in my wallet. Whenever I face difficulties, I take it out and stare at the picture. Freedom Pals: Awwww- Call Girl: And I tell myself "If I can deal with these idiots, then I can deal with anything." Freedom Pals: Oh.

Mint-Berry Crunch: Wait a minute, how did this happen? We're smarter than this! New Kid: Apparently, we're not.

Mint-Berry Crunch: It’s time to turn this into a real business. Prof. Chaos: What do you mean? Like, carry a briefcase, and wear a tie, and pay taxes? Mosquito: Wait, have you not been paying your taxes? New Kid: I handle our accounting.

New Kid: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room. Mosquito: Screw that, I’m not kissing any of you. *Capt. Diabetes walks in* Mosquito: Fine, I’ll do it. Rules are rules you know.

Tupperware: I know we’re not exactly friends, but- Toolshed: What do you want? Tupperware: I've been stuck with Super Craig for 2 weeks and he's been drinking all the soy sauce. Tupperware: Help.

Call Girl: We've got to find a way to cut down our expenses. What can we live without? Prof. Chaos: The Coon, probably.

The Coon: Did you miss me while I was gone? FastPass: You were gone?

Toolshed: Look, I’m glad everyone’s on the same page. Toolshed: But it’s the last page in a book titled “we’re all going to die”. Human Kite: That’s not even clever.

Super Craig: Mosquito has no survival skills, his need to win has replaced him. Capt. Diabetes: That can't be true! Super Craig: Watch this. Super Craig: Hey Mosquito, race you to the bottom of the stairs! Mosquito: *Throws himself out a window*

Toolshed, hungover: Please tell me I'm imagining that I claimed I was king of the ducks. Tupperware: I would, but then I would be lying to the King of All Ducks.

Mosquito, when Tupperware walks in: Oh, hey, I'm just making pizza. Mosquito: *accidentally smacks FastPass in the face with the baking sheet*

Capt. Diabetes: I give up. I am so tired. Dr. Timothy: Get the emergency supply! Tupperware: *carries Mosquito and places him in front of Capt. Diabetes* Mosquito: *smiles* Capt. Diabetes: AND I AM BACK BABY, LET’S GOOO

*Super Craig and Wonder Tweek are in Paris* Super Craig: I'm...moved. I...I don't know what it is I'm feeling right now. I feel...destiny? Wonder Tweek: But... Super Craig: I don't know what it is. I feel like... I just never thought I'd see it with my own two eyes. And here it is. It's just there. It's right in front of me, and... Wonder Tweek: This is what you wanted to see? The bridge from Inception? Super Craig: Yeah. Wonder Tweek: But the Eiffel Tower is behind us, babe. Super Craig: Yeah, but this is the bridge FROM INCEPTION. Wonder Tweek: Okay, alright.

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kammartinez · 11 months

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I work in a blue-chip gallery, and it’s not unusual that I’m asked if I grew up in Newport when I say that I’m from Rhode Island. It often feels like a loaded question, more social barometer than casual inquiry, and it’s clear that my response will either indicate our mutual class affiliation or amplify the differences that I already know exist between us. Sometimes I can see the flare of pleasure that people feel when they say “Newport,” the word conjuring, as it must, visions of sailboats and private beaches, country clubs and rocky cliffs thrashed by the waves of a restless Atlantic. I always sense that there’s a secret on the other side of the inquiry, but I guess I will never know exactly what it is; I grew up half an hour west of Bellevue Avenue in a modest split-level ranch that my father built. I’ve seen only small slices of those gated houses, the quick flashes of stone and shingle that are revealed through a break in the trees.

In high school I had a friend named Vanessa whose mother was a nurse at Newport Hospital. We would sometimes catch a ride with her and walk up and down Thames Street, where we shoplifted scented lotions from Crabtree & Evelyn and searched diners and parking lots for the town’s seemingly nonexistent boys. I don’t remember that we ever once considered spending an afternoon following Cliff Walk, the coastal path that wends its way past Newport’s eccentric archipelago of Gilded Age mansions. We liked looking at things we couldn’t afford, but only if we could fit them into our pockets, only if we could take them home with us to scrutinize within the privacy of our own bedrooms.

I briefly moved back to Rhode Island following the collapse of my first marriage. It was the summer before I turned twenty-seven, and I spent three months hiding away in my childhood bedroom, grief-damaged and humiliated by the task of trying to figure out who and how I was supposed to be. My husband and I had managed to stay married for only four years, the last of which I spent watching from the sidelines as he enjoyed an unexpectedly rapid and very public rise as an artist. His newly minted success introduced a host of newly minted problems, and I drifted through most of that winter and spring weeping in the utility closet at the boutique where I worked and asking him where I fit into his life so many times that I eventually didn’t fit into it at all. By that July, we were completely estranged. I was living with my parents when his art dealer sent me a copy of The Age of Innocence, Edith Wharton’s 1920 Pulitzer Prize–winning novel that lays bare the punitive cruelties of a leisure class as expert at collecting things as it was at discarding people. Partially set in the Gilded Age Newport where Wharton herself had summered from the late 1870s through the turn of the century, the book lifts a curtain’s edge on what once happened inside those hedgerow-protected compounds. I never asked the art dealer if he was suggesting that I was a May Welland or an Ellen Olenska, but maybe it doesn’t matter. Maybe he was telling me that all bad marriages are exactly the same, that it makes no difference where you live or what you have, because even glamour cannot temper the pain of being left.

I fell in love with Wharton during those lonesome months; I found fragments of myself in The Custom of the Country’s Undine Spragg, in The House of Mirth’s Lily Bart, in Summer’s Charity Royall, each one of them unable to foresee that folly follows when we expect too much. It wasn’t until many years later that I learned that the author who wrote with such precision about what transpires inside the unhappiest of homes had herself lived in a succession of them. Raised by a rigid society mother who was by turns remote and overbearing, Edith Newbold Jones was twenty-three when she married Teddy Wharton. The union helped her escape the control of a family that found her literary aspirations inconveniently vulgar, but so ill-matched were Teddy and Edith that Henry James once said that the marriage was, in retrospect, “an almost—or rather an utterly—inconceivable thing.” The young Mrs. Wharton soon realized that her new husband was a professional vacationer plagued by alcoholism and manic depression, a man who found his equilibrium indulging in the communal “watering hole amusements” that she went on to pillory with brutal accuracy in her novels and short stories. It was at Land’s End, the couple’s cliffside Rhode Island home, that Edith understood that she’d consigned herself to a new kind of domestic subjugation: a sexually and intellectually dissatisfying quasi-union that withered incrementally under the pall of Newport’s convivial excesses. “There are certain things one must possess in order not to be awed by them,” she wrote in 1900’s “The Line of Least Resistance,” a story, set in Newport, about a dissatisfied wife and her rich but gormless husband. One is left to wonder whether the line refers to objects or to women.

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Wharton’s writing frequently draws parallels between the claustrophobia of an overstuffed parlor and that of marital suffering, and it is often through a rejection of architectural convention that her heroines express their hunger for freedom. (Think of would-be divorcée Ellen Olenska setting up house in her bohemian West Twenty-Third Street apartment.) In the late 1890s, Wharton, fatigued by the disorganized ostentation that she felt was transforming Newport into a “Thermopylae of bad taste,” began examining the relationship between architecture and psychology, ultimately developing a philosophy that called for the union of symmetry, classical proportions, and elegant utility. She outlined this trifecta of principles in her 1897 book, The Decoration of Houses, and later realized them in the construction of the Mount, the Lenox, Massachusetts, compound she codesigned following the sale of Land’s End in 1901.

Lenox, which lies in the shadow of the Berkshire Mountains, had already established itself as a summer enclave for wealthy New Yorkers by the time the Whartons purchased their 113 acres of lakeside farmland, but for Wharton the area retained a vestige of “hideous, howling wilderness,” as one unnamed traveler had described it two centuries prior. The outskirts of the land were still populated, albeit sparsely, by insular pockets of the “Swamp Yankees”—local vernacular for New England mountain people—that haunt the pages of Summer and Ethan Frome.

Wharton found in the countryside a respite from New York’s surveillance, relief from Newport’s extravagance, the freedom to choose her own company, and material. It was on Hawthorne Street that Wharton’s friend Ethel Cram was fatally injured by a horse kick to the skull, an event that served as the impetus for her 1907 novel, The Fruit of the Tree. One can drive past the train station where Wharton received out-of-town visitors like Henry James and English novelist Howard Sturgis. The steep decline from the town square was the site of the deadly 1904 sledding accident that inspired Ethan Frome. Kate Spencer, an assistant librarian at the Lenox’s public library, was injured in the accident; visiting the library this past fall, I found myself imagining the hours Wharton must have spent quietly studying her young friend’s scarred face and limping gait, searching her for evidence of the distance between public and private pain.

“It was only at The Mount,” Wharton recalled in her 1934 memoir, A Backward Glance, “that I was really happy.” The two primary—and parallel—themes that run through its pages are the histories of her writing and of her homes, mutually informative and enmeshed passions that surface even in her earliest recollections. The Mount is presented as the site that allowed Wharton to consolidate her power as a novelist, a house on a hill from which she could regard, from a slight distance, the life she was born into yet was savagely critical of.

In 1980, nearly a half century after the memoir’s publication, a cache of three hundred letters written by Wharton to a protégé of Henry James’s named Morton Fullerton was brought to market by a Dutch bookseller. Dated between 1907 and 1915, the letters—long thought to have been destroyed—offer proof of an extramarital affair with Fullerton that began at the Mount when Wharton was forty-five. Though the painful longing and ecstatic satisfaction that ricochet through these private missives is predictably missing from the memoir, the experience clearly inflected her recollections of the house and shaped the novels she wrote there. “You told me once,” she wrote to Morton in 1908, “I should write better for this experience of loving.”

Regardless of the revelations borne out by the affair, it was only after discovering that Teddy had embezzled nearly fifty thousand dollars from her trust to fund a Boston apartment for his mistress and the pleasure of several chorus girls that Wharton brokered a deal for her escape. She let go of the Mount to let go of the marriage, leaving in 1911, after handing the deed to Teddy in exchange for her freedom. By the time her boat arrived in France, the house had been sold.

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The Mount, a gleaming white H-shaped jewel dressed in candy-striped awnings and marble balustrades, is located two miles from Lenox, and accessed via a winding, wooded driveway. Incorporating elements of French, Italian, and English styles and built into the side of a large hill, the building is a master class in visual harmony. I visited this past fall with my second husband, my first time there since the eighties, and joined a late-afternoon tour group that convened under the golden light of a slowly dipping sun. Outside the house, our tour guide, a fifty-something woman with a no-nonsense bob, sensible shoes, and a large yellow service dog, pointed out Wharton’s devotion to symmetry, evident not only in the labyrinth of formal gardens that bloom in the summertime with phlox, lilies, hydrangea, and dahlias, but also on the building’s facade, which features a set of dummy windows that compensate for an architectural imbalance. I thought it an unusual gesture, though I soon realized it wasn’t so for Wharton; inside the house are false doors, decorative panels that feign access to nonexistent rooms, and strategically placed mirrors that offer the illusion of depth. I was reminded of Lily Bart’s fatal reliance on artifice and of my own desire, all those years ago, on reading the novel for the first time, to believe until the very end that she might actually survive in spite of it.

Our group of eight included two teenage boys, a woman nestling a small curly-headed poodle to her breast in a baby sling, an elderly couple, and a man who did not once remove a pair of wraparound sunglasses. We entered the house through a grotto-style front hall finished with stucco walls and a terra-cotta-tiled floor, and then went up a staircase to a vaulted-ceilinged gallery on the main floor, outfitted with a series of arched doors. From there the rooms unfold enfilade, redirecting traffic flow away from Edith’s private rooms, the places Henry James referred to as the Mount’s “penetralia.” In her lifetime, Wharton was frequently accused by both friends and critics of an impulse to reveal much about the lives of others while giving away very little about her own, and the latter is evident in the way she policed her personal spaces. “It shall be born in mind,” she once wrote, “that, while the main purpose of a door is to admit, its secondary purpose is to exclude.”

In Edith’s bedroom, the two young men in our tour group, who had at some point produced what looked like a photographer’s light meter, began running the device over the room’s bed, a vase of flowers, a mirror, an empty bureau, a disconnected telephone, and a small stack of books. I watched the lights on the device flicker anemically, emitting yellow and green flashes in short bursts that seemed to indicate nothing at all. “Is anyone here?” one of them asked. “Are you here?” They were not looking for Edith Wharton—just her ghost. “They shouldn’t do that!” I said to my husband, loud enough for everyone in the group to hear. “The House of Mirth was written in this room!” By this point my spoilers had begun to fatigue our guide, a nice woman whom I had unfortunately made an enemy of with my repeated interruptions and various usurpations, with my impulse to anticipate future turns in the tour’s script without concern for how it made either of us look. She didn’t seem to mind when my husband and I opted to linger in Wharton’s room so I could look out through the window at the forest and the lake, and no one said a word when we decided to break off from our group and head out on our own.

Walking the property’s grounds, I thought about what it means to be allowed entry into a stranger’s Eden, how impossible it is for the dead to protect themselves from the violence of our curiosity once we are allowed access to their private spaces. I thought of the hours I’d spent scouring passages from The Life Apart, the secret erotic diary the author kept for the duration of her affair with Morton Fullerton and the only place where the author was ever able to address her own carnal appetite. From the sentimental little hill of the family pet cemetery, I looked out to the mountains at the view that inspired Wharton to revisit a short story she’d written in French many years before. It was 1910, and the writer’s turbulent relationship with Fullerton had reached its inevitable conclusion. Provided with the distance to compare an unhappy marriage with the thrill of illicit erotic distraction, Wharton began to write Ethan Frome, coding herself as the title character, her husband as his infirm wife, and Fullerton as Mattie Silver, the servant with whom Ethan is in love. Wharton so often wrote about herself that we don’t need to pry to find all the things she never meant for us to see. There is a short passage in Ethan Frome that I return to, sometimes, when I feel my curiosity becoming caustic, when my fascination turns invasive, when I begin to run my ghost meter over someone’s life just because I can. “I had the feeling,” the narrator states, “that the deeper meaning of the story was in the gaps.”

#edith wharton #books #reading

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chickensarentcheap · 2 years

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Esme stuff :)

@youflickedtooharddamnit, @tragiclyhip, @secretaryunpaid

Millie (who recently came out to her dad and I as bisexual, wanted to go pride in Melbourne. So that’s what the entire family did. Even daddy wore a rainbow shirt! Still can’t get the tiara on him, though. Not for lack of trying on Addie’s part, mind you lol

Afterwards, we hit up a street fair and daddy, Brookie, Millie, and the boys killed it on the midway. As if we didn’t have way too many stuffed animals at home before this!

We love you so much, Amelia. We are so, so proud of you. You are beautiful and kind and creative and brilliant. You are going to achieve amazing things.

Oh fuck no!!!!!

Don’t make friends with it!

Let’s burn the house down and start over!

God he’s beautiful.

And yes, people intimidated by him, he DOES crack a smile.

You’re just not important enough to get to see it :)

We make little beach bum babies around these parts :)

Date night in Phuket. Damn he fine.

I might let him get me drunk and take advantage of me later ;)

I was in my office minding my own business and doing bookwork, and my husband snuck in and dropped this...whatever this is...down in front of me.

Apparently his name is Potato. Why our children insist on food names for our pets, I will never know.

Welcome to the family, Potato. I guess.

#souglyheiscute #theanimalnotthehusband #justtoclarify

One thing about being a girl mum? Especially to a girly girl? All the cute dresses I can buy!

My husband reconnected with an old friend from his early years in the military. Said friend sent me this pick! Taken on a leave. Oh my gawddddd. I would have crushed big time even then.

He was 24 at the time.

I was 18.

It could have worked!

I mean, the him being married thing would have been a problem.

Our newly renovated and decorated living room in our ‘mum and dad only’ place in Tasmania :) Look at the ceiling. That was the hubs’ idea :) and hard work :)

I’ve been ignoring texts and calls from my brother for DAYS. Guess what just happened...

This won’t end well.

We finally got to the France! Staying for a few days at a beautiful home in Provence (owned by a client of Tae’s and graciously lent to us) before we head to Paris! I finally get my kiss under the Eiffel Tower :)

Don’t let that cute, innocent smile fool you. He’s deliciously evil ;) In the best possible ways ;)

My sleepy surfer :)

We’re away for client business and we got a text from Millie saying she was asked out the grade eight prom. She’s in grade seven. AND she got asked by two people. A boy and a girl. She’s not sure who she likes better and wants OUR opinions. I was squealing with excitement, but Dad isn’t sure how to handle the news that his baby girl is has been asked out on a date.

Family trip!! Enjoying some time in the Outback. Going to camp for a few days and then head to The Kimberley for a week :)

Our little peanut :)

Can you tell he just woke up?

And only a bit of sand was eaten that day ;)

There’s always that one. Wait for it...

Holy crap who is the giant dude? ;)

First morning at Disney! Nanny Stel and the other kids are still asleep, daddy is in the gym (we’re on our way to see him) and this is already hyper AF and ready to go!

Ohhhhh....what are these?

Holy shit, I look fabulous

#Tyler and Esme series #Esme Rake #Rake kids

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queenofthedisneyverse · 2 years

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City life au: prologue

Bruno didn't expect children to be standing in his living room, Especially madrigal children.

It was about 9 pm when it happened. The kids were just about to get ready for bed but their closets started glowing. Isabel wanted to tell Alma but Casita rumbled the floor in her room telling her that it was ok. It did the same for the other children.

Mirabel had baby Antonio in her arms clutching him closely in fear. She walked towards the door and once she was through she was in an unfamiliar room.

Being curious they all walked up to the room door and opened it. It is an unfamiliar but big house, about 5 stories tall. Dolores' new room was close to Isabela's once they saw each other they ran right towards each other. the other four walked out of their rooms and ran straight to each other out of confusion and fear.

Bruno however already saw them coming and was waiting downstairs for them. He really didn't have the effort to go upstairs himself so he just waited until they made their way downstairs.

Once they did Isa and Lolo were overwhelmed with emotion. This is really there tio he isn't dead. both girls run over to him and hugged him tightly. Luisa remembered him well but was still confused about the situation. Camilo and Mirabel only remember him from the paintings they see him in. Antonio is just vibing.

After the two girls stop squeezing him to death they bombard him with questions. What's happening? where have you been? where are we? why did you leave? who are you(by the younger two)?

Bruno couldn't answer the third one, he just couldn't not now at least. So he could only answer with the partial truth

" Listen, I left because I was tired I was tired of being seen as bad luck, I was tired of everybody hating me, I was tired of being closed in one spot for 45 years I...OH I have to show you this". Bruno pulled the two girls upstairs to a hall with doors that had strange names on them. The others followed close behind

Bruno walked up to the first one on the right labeled "Hawaii". He opened it and there it was, the sandy beaches of Hawaii. The bright sunset sitting over the blue waves.

The 6 kids stood in Amazement

"What is this place?" Mirabel and Camilo ask still looking at the beach

"Hawaii" Bruno replied

"Ha'what what?" Mirabel scrunches up her face looking up at Bruno who was standing to the right of her. He forgot that no one in Encanto knows of other countries and even if they do they don't care.

Bruno didn't plan this, he did not plan on showing the kids each and every country his house had to offer. Before going anywhere Bruno grabbed his wallet because he knew he would be spending some money tonight. it was about 9 pm when they left and 4 pm in Hawaii so he had time to show them some stuff and introduce some of his friends to them.

That took about an hour when it reached 2 am and they visited Hawaii, morocco, Paris, Egypt, and last but not least New Orleans. It was about 1 pm so nothing was alive except for a few restaurants.

Bruno knew right where to go for some food the kids might like and thankfully the door appeared in the alley right next to it.

"Drakes cafe" Mirabel read pointing at the words on the restaurant. She was surprised that she read the English words with ease

Bruno laughed to himself and opened the door for the kids.

"Well if it isn't Hernando Madrigal, what can I do for ya *gasp* and who are these babies?" A woman from behind a counter beams looking at the madrigal kids

"heh my nieces and nephews" he scratched the back of his neck

Bruno orders beignets for the kids and lets me tell you the look of shock that came over them when they bit into them was astonishing. You could clearly tell that they've never had beignets before

Tiana and Bruno strike up on conversation while the kids stuff their faces.

"I never knew ya had family," She tells him

"eh well, my family life is...Complicated to keep it short but I don't mind them" he points over at the kids sitting in front of him and beside him.

They talk some more and the kids keep ordering beignets. After their obviously full Bruno introduces the kids to Tiana and introduces her to them. They all say hello and Mirabel makes Antonio's little hand wave to say hi.

3 pm hits and it's time for them to go home but Mirabel protests.

"ah come on we just got here" Mirabel complains crossing her arms

"and it's late so let's go, we can come back in the morning," Bruno tells her

She lights up and follows Bruno out of the store with the others. When Bruno knocks on the wall in the alleyway a door appears but this time it's glowing. Bruno knowing what it means tells the kids it's time to go home.

When the kids walk through the door they walk back into their rooms in Casita. Casita rumbles the floors in each of the kids' rooms and asks how their day or night went. They explain what happened in fine detail until their eyes can't take it much longer and they drift to sleep.

In the morning all the children with gifts think back about what happened and doubt if it was even real. After Breakfast Mirabel takes Antonio and heads straight up to her room and to her closet which opens up to her new room in Bruno's house. She jumps up and down excitedly knowing that she wasn't in a dream it was all real.

Mirabel runs out of her new room and straight downstairs and there she sees Bruno waiting for her. The others will join later but right now she needs beignets

Whew, that's a lot of writing! anyway if you have any ideas, drabble ideas, or questions my asks are open.

@gamerbearmira

#city life au #bruno madrigal #isabela madrigal #dolores madrigal #luisa magridal #mirabel madrigal #camilo madrigal #antonio madrigal #encanto au

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justinmitchellfan · 10 months

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MERCEDES VARNADO X ZENDAYA LOVE STORY SMUT WARNING ⚠️ PART 1 of the story

TITLE: THE WOMAN AT THE BAR

Chapter one

Zendaya is wearing a white shirt with unbuttoned flannel shirt and blue jeans and sneakers

Zendaya was dreading about walking into that hellhole she calls school and zendaya knows she only have one more year here but it's still so uneventful here "zendaya, wait up says a girl from behind zendaya yelled and I'd know that voice anywhere and it's one of my best friends Lauren and I turned to see Lauren slowly strutting towards me and Lauren pulled zendaya into a huge hug and smiled "I guess puberty finally started to like you over the summer says Lauren "Shut up jauregui says zendaya as she playfully pushed Lauren away from her "I will not shut up, you look hot, I guess I should've stayed here during the summer to get some of that help instead of going to softball camp as Lauren as she wriggled her eyebrows at zendaya

A girl walked up behind me and put her hands over my eyes to whisper in zendayas ear "aye baby girl" and I pulled her hands off my eyes and looked to see it was normani with ally standing close beside her and zendaya wrapped rhem both into a huge hug "I missed you guys says zendaya "we missed you too, in fact ,we almost didn't recognize you girl, we saw Lauren smile and that's how we knew it had to be you because no one else makes her all smiley say normani as she laughed "that is so not true, there are plenty of people that make me happy ,for instance, you two dorks make me smile ,plus another dork but she hasn't made it here yet says Lauren as she pursed her lips

"Camilla, where is she says zendaya as she asked confused "if you would've actually been around the squad this summer you'd know says normani as she joked and zendaya groaned "I'm sorry my family decided to take me to Paris and Australia for the summer, I have such terrible parents says zendaya as her sarcasm was obvious "you're so full of bullshit, by the way did you get some good Australian dicking? I heard you randomly met the janoskians at the beach one day says normani as she smirked at zendaya "gross, I mean they were really attractive but no, I'm not really into that as zendaya admitted as she pushed her hair to one side of her head and started to trek to her own locker

"That? What do you mean says ally as ahe asked trailing behind zendaya with the other girls beside her "she means that she's gay now says Lauren as she smirked leaning against the lockers beside zendaya "what says normani as she asked excitingly and zendaya mouthed the words 'shut up' to the tall Cuban beside her then turned to normani "she's crazy, don't listen to her, how about we move on and answer my question about camilla, where is she says zendaya "no I wanna talk about this, camilla is in Cuba visiting some family that's all, she'll be back in a few days, Yada Yada Yada. I want to talk about you being gay says says normani pulling her black strap bag back on her shoulder

"Oh my God, it's not that big of a deal ,I've always been this way ,I just never really shared it to anyone, well I told Lauren but she can't keep a secret to save her life ,plus I'm not completely gay, I'm still willing to date guys says zendaya as she replied winking at lo "she slept with a girl says Lauren as she blurted out with a small giggle and both normani and ally gasped then smiled at each other "who was she? What was she like? When was this says ally as she asked excitingly "oh my God, 20 questions really says zendaya in an aggravated tone and closed her locker to walk towards her first class "I'll tell you all about it at lunch ,it's way to early in the morning to start going into details says zendaya

Zendaya stopped by the doorway and smirked to look back at the other three girls "fine we'll talk about it then and I'm so happy we all have Ms Gonzales together says normani as she smiled walking into the half empty class room to see our teacher hasn't even showed up yet "i can't stand to learn about English so early in the day while a grumpy, short, old lady teaches me says zendaya and we all took our seats beside each other and ally spoke up "Mrs Gonzales retired, I heard we're getting a younger teacher says ally "oo maybe this one will be like Ezra from pretty little liars, If so I call dibs says mani as she laughed "please if Ezra walks through those doors I'm calling dibs says Lauren as she retorted "it's on jauregui , we are gonna battle to the death for Mr fritz says normani smiled waving her arms like a karate master

The late bell rang and kids hurried to cram in and take the leftover seats, it only took 3 minutes for the new teacher to finally arrive with a black Gucci bag, she was really tall, with blonde dyed hair laced on her shoulders, her shirt was buttoned up to the top and the pencil skirt was so tight that you could see the small definitions of her perfect ass ,I was mentally calling dibs, I mean if I even have a shot and something about her body from behind was so similar, like Deja vu , she turned to the board and wrote down her name while talking "hello class, I'm your new English teacher and my name is..." She started etching on the board with beautiful handwriting "Mrs varnado" says mercedes

When mercedes turned around zendayas eyes locked with mercedes eyes and zendaya froze completely and I whispered to myself "oh shit says zendaya and I could tell she remembered me too as her expression changed to being shocked and she noticed she was acting weird and continued her introduction "what are you in love says Lauren as she joked nudging my side and I couldn't respond and couldn't take my eyes off of the lady in the front of the classroom and I can't believe I'm saying this but I fucked my English teacher

Chapter 2

Zendaya is wearing a white shirt with unbuttoned flannel shirt and blue jeans and sneakers

"Okay I'm going to call roll, so please say here before we start to move on says Mrs mercedes to the class but her eyes were locked on mine and normani looked back and spoke to zendaya "woah zendaya, what the hell is wrong with you says normani and zendaya broke out of her frozen stance "um nothing I just remembered something says zendaya "zendaya Coleman says Mrs mercedes from the front of the room scanning the area for a raised hand and zendaya raised hers and semiquietly said 'here' and mercedes made eye contact with zendaya once again then looked down to continue calling other kids names

After she was done, she got up from her seat and pressed down on her pencil skirt and got in front of her desk to sit down on the edge and cross her legs, i remember those legs, they were so soft and long ,break out of it zendaya "hello class ,like I said before, I'm Mrs mercedes, if that's difficult for you to say or you don't want to waste your breath calling me that, Mrs M will do fine, I am very excited to your teacher, now just because I'm young doesn't mean I won't expect respect ,I do. I was in your positions only a few years ago ,so I know all your tricks , don't worry, I'm not gonna be a mean teacher, in fact I'm pretty fun if you do your work and don't slack says mercedes "I guess that counts me out says zendaya as she whispered to herself and everyone heard it causing the class to erupt into laughter

Mrs mercedes gave zendaya a death stare "so you're the one that's gonna be the class clown huh says mercedes and my eyes widened when she spoke to me but I kept my cool facade that I spent that past 3 years creating "probably says zendaya and that caused the class to break into laughter again "then I guess we will have to have a talk after class to assure ourselves that we are all on the same page says mercedes sternly making the class 'oooo' at the retort and zendaya smiled like it didn't effect her but the thought of having to talk to Mrs mercedes after class made zendaya feel so awkward and the bell rang to release us from our class and the girls got up and gave zendaya a small smile "we'll see you at lunch kid says Lauren as she winked before leaving the class with her hips swaying

I was mesmerized by her body that she got over the summer, I mean if she wasn't one if my best friends I'm sure I'd go for her ,who wouldn't and I got up from my seat and tried to sneak by in the crowd but mercedes saw zendaya "ms zendaya Coleman please take a seat says Mrs mercedes and zendaya groaned and stopped to take a seat in the desk closest to her and after the last student was out the door , mercedes quickly shut the door and looked back at zendaya in distress "what the hell are you doing in my English class says Mrs mercedes and zendaya gave mercedes a confused look "um I don't know I mean it's not like I knew you were my English teacher says zendaya "how old are you? No wait I don't want to know ,I can't believe this is happening, I'm going to loose my job already says Mrs mercedes freaking out

"I'm 17 chill, I'll be 18 in two months and I'm not gonna say anything to anyone about it, it's not like that's the most casual conversation to have with another person says zendaya as she laughed "oh yeah, you know our English teacher? Her and I fucked for a full night over the summer says zendaya as she mocked "this isn't funny zendaya, this Is serious ,I could go to jail and I need this job says Mrs mercedes pulling out a group of pencils out of her Gucci bag "don't worry Mrs mercedes, our little secret is safe with me as I smirked biting my lip and getting up from my seat "it was a good secret too and you know it says zendaya

"Oh my God, I can't believe you says mercedes completely aggravated "and don't cause a ruckus in my class again, I will not let you make me look like a fool says mercedes as she warned and zendaya giggled a little "I wouldn't dream of it, now if you could write me a note to my next class because you've officially made me late says zendaya and mercedes groaned and grabbed a sticky note off of her desk and scribbled the date, time, reason and her beautiful signature before handing it to zendaya and zendaya grabbed it and smiled "and between you and I, you look really beautiful today says zendaya "out says mercedes as she yelled causing zendaya to smirk to herself as she walked out of mercedes classroom door and start to head down the hall to her next class

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Zendaya met up with the girls at lunch who were crowded around our usual table and I sat my government book down on the table and each of the girls 'oooed' in harmony "yeah yeah get it out now while I still have my dignity says zendaya as she joked sitting down in a chair in front of her "you're a little badass now and you've already got one teacher to hate you ,good job kid says Lauren as she nudged zendaya with a smirk "no I have two ,Mr Robin already gave me a warning, next time it's detention says zendaya as she laughed grabbing Allys water bottle and taking a sip of it "I guess that girl you had sex with changed you huh ?by the way you have to tell us what happened says normani taking a sip of her school juice which was basically watered down grape juice

"Ugh fine says zendaya as she replied with a mischievous look

**flashback**

My cousin picked me up the night or two before my family and I headed to Australia and she wanted to take me out to a club because apparently I haven't 'lived yet' because I've always been sheltered by my parents and we walked into the club without being carded and split up to get guys to buy us drinks and I sat in a seat by the bar and waited for the bartender to assist me, he seemed cool ,I mean he gave me a vodka rocks on the house without asking for my ID so it was nice and while I was sipping the strong beverage, a tall Polynesian woman walked up and smiled to Me "is this seat taken?" Oh her voice, it was so nice to hear and I shook my head and she sat down beside me "I'm mercedes and you are

"I'm zendaya, nice to meet you mercedes " I smiled to her and I was just being friendly and not thinking much about it and we got to talking a lot and after maybe to drinks we both got tired of the place but not tired of each other "this place Is boring as fuck, you wanna leave as mercedes smirked and I noticed how perfect and plump her lips were with that dark lipstick ,they were absolutely stunning and I had to keep myself from doing something dumb even though I was pretty sure she wouldn't mind at this point and I nodded and she grabbed my hand to yank me out of the club and my cousin was nowhere to be found and she warned me she may go home with someone so I wasn't worried and we walked down the street hand in hand to a semi-big apartment complex

She walked up the steps and I followed her "you wanna come in zendaya"? There was no doubt in my mind that I was so attracted to this woman and I quickly nodded and she used her key to unlock the front door and enter and she grabbed my hand once again and dragged me up 4 flights of stairs "God I hate these stairs, they kill me" she groaned stopping and pulling her heels off before walking barefoot up the rest of the steps and we made it to the door and she quickly unlocked it and opened the door throwing the heels to the side and I walked inside of the quaint apartment and she smiled "go ahead and sit on the couch, I gotta go get everything ready says mercedes and I smiled and obliged by sitting on the couch

I looked around to see the slightly messy apartment but it looked pretty comfortable but I wasn't planning on getting comfortable, in fact with each second she kept me waiting and I grew impatient wanting to know what she was planning and I wanted to feel her curves and grip them tightly "zendaya, come in here as mercedes yelled from the room in the back and I hopped off the couch and trekked to the back to see a room that had white Christmas lights strung from wall to wall and mercedes popped out from the corner still wearing the dress she was in earlier and she slowly walked up to me with a seductive look in her eyes ,she wasn't playing petty games and she had a reason for me to be in there and her long fingers nudged my chin and connected her lips to mine to softly move them

She pulled away with a smirk and turned around "unzip me says mercedes and I nodded and did what was asked, my hand grazed over the fabric and I felt the metal zipper and I softly pulled down to release her from the restricting fabric, she was bare underneath, no bra ,no panties, just herself and the dress dropped and so did my mouth and she turned around and smiled "now it's your turn ,let me help you outta this says mercedes, her thick bay area accent was like music to my ears

Mercedes pulled up my shirt and threw it over to the side of the room, she roughly tugged down on my pants and her aggressiveness was almost the hottest thing in the world, I hurried to cup the back of her head and pulled her lips to mine and I pushed her back without breaking the kiss so we could lay down and she tried to catch her breath and pulled away "nuh uh rushy ,I'm about to show you how this is gonna work says mercedes and she flipped out positions but not before she could unhook my sports bra "do you have a lot of energy babe? Says mercedes and I nodded knowing I do ,sometimes a little too much "good because I don't rest says mercedes as she smirked

Chapter 3

**continuation of the flashback**

Mercedes attacked me neck and began to start sucking on the flesh. I wasn't a virgin when this happened but I never had sex with a girl before, it was actually more pleasing than being with a guy in all honesty and my back arched when I felt her hands journey on my body "you don't know what's happening do you says mercedes and I honestly shook my head which made her lips purse in mischief "good I wanna be the one to teach you says mercedes and she slowly trailed down my body to take pleasure on my upper torso taking my nipple into her mouth which resulted in a slight moan from and she looked up with a smirk before moving her head down further and i wasn't expecting what was about to happen, nothing could've prepared me

Her mouth suck on my sensitive dick and continued sucking my sensitive dick causing a huge wave of pleasure to fill my stomach and my toes curled and it all happened and I was done ,mercedes pushed back her hair with a smile and crawled back up to me seductively "now are you ready to do a little learning says mercedes and I finally caught my breath and nodded towards the Polynesian, she laid on her back and I hurried to straddle her waist and I could feel the heat of our skin pressed against each other and I leaned in and kissed her lips slightly tasting myself and I moved my tongue around feeling hers against mine

I started kissing from her jawline to her neck ,I softly sucked on the skin which made a big purple bruise pop up instantly earning a moan from mercedes, a hot moan I might add, I used my tounge to create a wet trail down the center of her body while my hands ventured around to squeeze her breasts and zendaya peppered soft kisses down her stomach and moved my hands down to her pussy and trust me it was heated and zendaya softly rubbed her pussy which caused mercedes to squirm "no teasing as mercedes whined scraping her nails across zendayas back while zendaya moved down further

Zendaya into her without thinking and as soon as zendaya did ,mercedes clutched the bedsheets "oh my God babe, are you sure you've never done this says mercedes and zendaya smirked and kept going not feeling the need to reply and zendayas tounge got a little tired but her moans were more than encouraging, she twitched before releasing her honey on my tounge which tasted amazing, better than zendaya could've expected and I crawled back up to see mercedes sweating like crazy and she moved her hair back and I sat up on the side of the bed to try and get myself out of the euphoria I was in and I got up and looked back to the smiling girl "I guess this is my cue to leave says zendaya as she laughed walking to the end of the bed where her clothes were "you're leaving so early says mercedes sounding a little disappointed

Zendaya shrugged "I don't wanna make myself at home plus I gotta find a way back to my house because my cousin ditched me at that bar and mercedes wrapped herself in the now dirty bedsheets and walked over to zendaya and she tucked them in so they'd stay up around her body and moved her hands on my Waist to stop me from searching for my clothes "listen, stay and cuddle for the night Tomorrow I'll take you home says mercedes and I agreed knowing that would probably be my best bet ,I mean I'm still pretty buzzed and exhausted from that intense sex and I let her pull me back into bed and I wrapped my arms around her thick body and I quickly drifted off to sleep until the next day came and the next morning I woke up groggy and confused as to where I was then it hit me

I stayed over my 'onenitghtsstand' house and i looked over to see the bed was empty? Did she forget I was here and I picked up my clothes from the floor and began to put them back on but I kept my shoes off because zendaya didn't feel like she needed them yet and zendaya walked out to venture through the house which was bigger than she remembered seeing it last night and zendaya walked out of the hall into the kitchen to see mercedes cooking in a oversized shirt that went about mid thigh on her, it was hanging off her shoulder while her hair was in a sloppy bun ,the floor creaked a bit which caused her head to turn "oh you're up says mercedes as she smiled grabbing a plate from the cupboard "here, serve yourself and go ahead and eat ,I'm gonna get dressed and then we can go says mercedes

I nodded retrieving the plate and touching her hand in the process, there was no room for modesty though, she smirked and walked back to the room I just left to close the door and get dressed and when I got myself served, I sat down at the two seater table in the kitchen, I pulled the piece of bacon up to my mouth and almost salivated, her cooking was amazing, it was something I wouldn't have expected from her, hell i wouldn't have even expected to get dinner from a woman I met at a bar but I did and after finishing my plate ,I went to the sink to rinse it and and my fork off and when I was done ,I turned to see a different mercedes, her hair was done differently than last night, it was waved, her clothes were the opposite from the skimpy one's she wore then and she was in long pants and a crop top that defined each and every beautiful curve she has and I was star struck

"You ready to go beautiful says mercedes as she asked grabbing her keys and putting her phone in her back pocket and I nodded clicking my shoes out of her house

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"You don't talk much do you says mercedes as she asked taking her eyes away from the road to quickly glance at zendaya and zendaya shook her head "no I do, you just kinda make me speechless says zendaya and that made her smile "well stop, I love to talk almost as much as I love to listen, so tell me about you, what college do you go to says mercedes "college says zendaya as she asked unsure of what Mercedes meant "yeah college, do you go to one or are you taking a couple of years off before you go back says mercedes. She doesn't know my age ,in fact she probably will freak if she finds out I'm only 17 ,I have to lie "I'm going back next year, I just got out says zendaya

"That sounds cool, I just graduated to become a teacher, these long stressful years were put to use, except I graduated high school a little bit earlier than most people says mercedes with confidence, I'm a proud 23 year old ready to start my career what about you says mercedes "what about Mr says zendaya as she smiled to mercedes "what do you wanna do girl, as a career says mercedes as she asked tapping the steering wheel and turning into my neighborhood "I like to write but I'm not too good at it, I struggle a lot, to be honest, I was always a slacker so I'm not really prepared for anything yet says zendaya as she answered honestly "it's cool, let your dream job come to you says mercedes as we pulled up on my street and the car stopped in front of my house

I looked over at her big eyes and couldn't help but start cheesing "thanks for a good night, mercedes, I hope you have fun being a teacher as I said as I started to get up when I felt her hand pull mine "this is weird but can I have your number says mercedes and zendaya was speechless "I mean you don't have to it's just says mercedes and I grabbed her phone and started flicking through it and trying to put in my info before setting it back in the cup holder "wait what did you put yourself in as says mercedes as she asked unlocking her phone "slacker says zendaya as she smirked before closing the door and walking inside

**end of flashback**

Mercedes and zendaya talked a little over the summer but not much, we had a big connection but she said she didn't want to try anything because she was going to have a job soon and all of her focus would probably go to that and zendaya cut out the mercedes parts for the girls and explained to them the less heightened version of the story, no one needs to know about that night, no one except mercedes and zendaya. Damn, she was a cool girl, I've fucked up royally

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The girls and zendaya were standing in the empty breezeway of the hall talking when zendaya noticed Ms mercedes walk out of her classroom to go to the water fountain, the way she drank that water was enough to catch my eye and keep it in her direction and the way she was bent in that tight skirt, zendaya almost freaked out "zendaya says a loud and deep voice yelled out behind zendaya and zendaya turned to see her ex Zane, a guy about 6 foot with a pretty boy appearance, well he's not my ex anymore, in fact we've decided to just be friends who occasionally fuck, nothing too complicated even though sometimes he chooses to make it like that and before zendaya could turn, his arms were hooked around zendayas waist and his mouth was nuzzled into zendayas neck and softly giving zendaya kisses "I missed you baby says Zane

"Ew zendaya, I thought you got rid of this piece of shit says normani crossing her arms "nice to see you too, Mani bear says Zane as he smirked before moving back to zendayas neck and zendaya pushed him off to talk "I did but he talked his way back into my life says zendaya and none of the girls like Zane, especially Lauren, she hates him, she thinks that I deserve better and that may be true but where will I find that? I mean I don't think I'm attractive at all, so if someone as handsome and somewhat appealing in personality likes me then so be it, I have nothing else really going for me in my life and Lauren groaned "Come on girls, we'll meet you outside zendaya, you know when you get rid of that trash on your waist

Zendaya rolled her eyes at their protectivness and turned towards him and he got in front of zendaya and gripped zendayas hips tightly to push zendaya against the lockers and zendaya wrapped her hands around his neck and smiled looking up "how's your first day back in America you immigrant says Zane as he asked crudely "wow, what's a gentleman and its not my first day back ,it's my third day says zendaya as she replied with a stern voice "whatever it's the first for me ,in fact how about I take you away from here and we go somewhere private says Zane as he winked before softly pressing his lips to mine and pulling back to get zendaya to reply

"As much as I'd love to ,I can't, i have to do some homework, Mr Robin got on my ass today so I gotta make sure he doesn't purposely fail me says zendaya as she laughed knowing that's happened before Because not many teachers like the bad kid and he scowled "what the fuck zendaya? I just got you back and you'd rather do homework than come back to my house says Zane as his loud voice echoed through the empty halls and I'm used to his anger, it gets a little bad but never enough to hurt or scare me and zendaya sighed "why does it always have to be about sex with you? Can't you just chill until tomorrow, it's not that big of a deal Zane says zendaya "don't fucking tell me it isn't a big deal, it is ,I've been pushing thirsty hoes away for you and you keep being a prude to me says Zane

"This is the first time I've said no Zane, what the fuck do you want me to do says zendaya as she raised her voice as loud as he was doing to zendaya and he slammed his fist on the metal locker above zendaya "I want you to stop being so hard headed and come home with me now says Zane "no, I told you already, plus the girls are waiting for me says zendaya and he gripped zendayas arm tightly "I don't care, my parents aren't home and I want you and afterwards we can smoke, stop making me seem like the bad guy here says Zane "what the fuck is your problem says zendaya as she tried to get his grip to loosen on her "you need to chill the fuck out, I just can't tonight maybe tomorrow says zendaya as she replied feeling his grip get tighter

"That's not good enough says Zane as he gritted "get the hell off her as zendaya heard a voice yell from down the hall and zendaya looked over to see a figure standing by a classroom door and when zendayas eyes adjusted she noticed it was Ms mercedes and Zane pulled off zendaya and frowned and he noticed what he was doing and placed a kiss on zendayas cheek "I love you babe, I'll see you tomorrow says Zane as he walked the opposite way into another hallway leaving zendaya alone and zendaya started to walk to the exit door when she opened her door wider to stop zendaya "are you okay zendaya says ms mercedes and zendaya nodded and rubbed her sore arm "yeah, he just gets a little mad sometimes, I'm used to it says zendaya

"Well you shouldn't be says Ms mercedes as she frowned looking down at zendaya and zendaya shook her head "it's fine Ms mercedes, see you in class tomorrow says zendaya and like that zendaya left mercedes in the hallway and walked out to meet the girls so they could take zendaya home and zendaya could quickly start a new day

Chapter 4

The next day

Zendaya is wearing a white shirt with long white jacket with black pants and red sneakers

I got to school a little later than usual and zendayas alarm didn't go off which was extremely aggravating because zendaya knows she set it last night and zendaya sped down the highway to get to the school and they wrote zendaya a pass to her first class that only had 20 minutes left in it and zendaya slowly trailed down the hall until she got to the English class door and zendaya opened it and once she walked in, everyone's attention turned towards zendaya and zendaya walked over to Ms mercedes desk and dropped the paper on the table to quickly walk away to her own desk and when I sat down by Lauren she whispered to me "long night says Lauren "you have no idea, do I look okay though, I was rushing to put my makeup and stuff on says zendaya as she admitted pulling her own crop top shirt down

Lauren nodded and bit her lip slightly "you look great says Lauren "zendaya says ms mercedes as she yelled from the front "since you seem comfortable now, can you tell me what Shakespeare meant when he said 'we know what we are but not know what we may be' says ms mercedes and zendaya shrugged "I dunno to be honest, it sounds like the kush hit him really good says zendaya and everyone in the class laughed and ms mercedes glared at zendaya

"No actually what he's saying is that at the moment we have an idea of who we portray, it could be the sporty girl or the jock but he's saying no one knows what the future holds in fact you may finally be a respectful person one day zendaya says ms mercedes as she retorted with a smile causing everyone to 'oo' at her comeback. Well played ms mercedes and she looked down at her paper and smiled "now I want you all to write a 4 paragraph essay explaining who you are and what you want to be ,you can go ahead and get started on that ,it's due by Friday when you walk into the door says ms mercedes and zendaya pulled out her binder and took out a few pieces of paper and a pen to set it on her desk

I tried to sit there and write but nothing would come to me. Who am I? What kind of cliche bullshit is that? I don't know who I am? I'm zendaya, what the hell is good about that? How do I even explain myself in words and zendaya sat there and stared blankly at the paper on her table trying to think of how to fill the blank space and ms mercedes started walking around the classroom to check on the students work and I kept my glare to the desk not willing to look up at the woman that I have a padt intimacy with and she passed by my desk slowly and I pulled my jacket sleeve down so she couldn't see any peeking skin even though I was wearing a crop top shirt underneath and class ended after an eternity of staring at the lined paper and I got up and put my things in my bag to follow behind my friends

"Zendaya will you stay for a minute says ms mercedes as she asked and zendaya internally groaned and turned around with a fake smile and will probably get yelled at again but oh well and the last student shuffled out and the door closed leaving ms mercedes and zendaya alone and I sat down in the second row in a desk, ms mercedes turned a first row desk around and sat down in it in front of me and she crossed her long legs and smiled "can you explain to me why you choose to be rebellious in this class, first you make jokes then you refuse to do your work, is this going to be a common occurrence if so I'll have to send you to a different teacher says Ms mercedes

"No no says zendaya a little to excitingly "I can't help what comes out of my mouth when any teacher asks me a question, plus I wasn't refusing to do the work ,I just can't sometimes says zendaya "can't? You can do whatever you want to do, you just chose to not put effort into it "no I can't that's what I meant, sometimes I have trouble writing and reading, I have dyslexia, adhd, etcetera it's really hard for me sometimes, I just don't wanna look like an idiot says zendaya as she admitted and ms mercedes face was blank "just forget it says zendaya trying to get up "sit back down says ms mercedes as she ordered and zendaya did what she was told "I thought you said you wanted to be a writer says ms mercedes

"It's nice to know you remembered that says zendaya as she smirked causing Mercedes to frown "but I do it's just that it's the world going against me, I know how to do it but when I try to put it on paper, something bad happens says zendaya and mercedes sighed out and paused for a moment before taking to zendaya "how about this, I'll tutor you and help you with your writing, maybe I can help you work with your dyslexia rather than against it but you gotta put work in too, I'm not doing your work for you says ms mercedes "you'd really do that for me says zendaya as she asked with a soft voice and mercedes nodded "we can work together after school today if that's good for you says ms mercedes as she replied

"Cool I'll see you then as I smirked picking my bag up and following her to her desk where she was writing me a pass and i hurried to retrieve it and walked out the door but not before I heard her whisper to herself "this girl is gonna kill me says mercedes and that's exactly what I plan on doing

Mercedes point of view

This girl, I can't believe it ,she's annoying, cocky, disrespectful and so on but why can't I get her out of my mind, sure she makes my life a little harder and I can tell it won't be a picnic to have her in my class but she's got this essence about her. She's beautiful, I mean from head to toe and I know that body from our night together, what a terrible fucking mistake, at the moment I was actually enjoying it but now I feel so dirty, I feel like the worst person in the world for destroying a girl's innocence. Oh but she's not a girl, she's more than that, she's a woman, someone who deserves to be treated right

God make it stop, I want her out of my mind, I have to focus, this is my career and life, I have people to take care of, I can't let my heart or vagina get in between of what gives me a salary and the last bell of school rung and my class hurried to pile out the door and I gladly let them go and started to file a few papers on my desk together so I wouldn't be as unorganized as usual, which is hard because I'm very messy and I walked out the door after about 10 minutes of release to go to the water fountain when I saw zendaya and her little friends at those lockers from yesterday and I pretended not to notice her but when I made a slight glance , she met it and I started to blush

I pushed my hair back and leaned in to get a sip of the fountain water and when I pulled back I blotted my lips and looked over at the lockers to see zendaya and that guy ,her friends probably left them alone out of courtesy but I didn't like the thought of her with him, it gives me bad vibes that I don't normally have and I clicked my heels back towards the door when I heard her start to get louder "I have tutoring babe I'm sorry, I'll come over after says zendaya and he replied quickly with a harsh tone "you better if you keep being a prude I'll move on ,don't think I won't, you kept me waiting too long when you went to Australia with your shitty ass family, I have needs zendaya says Zane "stop being a little bitch and go home, I'll meet you there later says zendaya as she replied before pushing past him

I walked back into the room and went to my desk to see a few pencils were dropped on the floor and I bent down to pick them up and that's when I heard her "what a welcome wagon says zendaya as she laughed and I looked up with a smile but i quickly retreated from my true feelings "just have a seat ms zendaya says mercedes "don't mind if I do says zendaya as she replied happily before sitting in the same seat she was in only a few hours ago when I first talked to her

Chapter 5

Zendayas point of view

I pulled out a piece of paper and a pen and waited as Ms mercedes stacked a few papers together on her desk before walking over to me "now you know the prompt says ms mercedes as she spoke before getting close enough to me to pull a desk close to mine "so can you give me an idea of what you want to write so we can put it in words says ms mercedes and I shook my head "um in not sure, I tried thinking about it in physics but nothing really came to me says zendaya and ms mercedes sighed "what do you do in your spare time says ms mercedes "I usually just sleep or hang out with Lauren, I'm not as exciting as I used to be says zendaya as she smiled "used to be says Ms mercedes

"Yeah, when I was with my ex I would be out all the time and we'd always do stupid shit ,I got into too much trouble then says zendaya as she admitted tapping her pen on the paper and mercedes got up to go to her desk to grab some papers then came back to the desk she was previously in "you? A trouble maker, no I would've never expected you to be a person who'd be in trouble all the time says mercedes and her sarcasm was blatant, it was quiet for a moment as I started to scribble down as a few words to start planning my essay "why are you still with him says ms mercedes "what says zendaya and mercedes sighed out "if he's bad news then why are you still with him says ms mercedes

I pushed my hair to the side of my head and gripped the pen tightly "it's complicated with us, we aren't really together anymore, he kind of uses me and I've learned not to mind it, he's one of the only guys who actually bats an eye to me ,the only one who's ever found me somewhat attractive and tried to start something with me, I don't wanna lose someone who actually could be there for me one day says zendaya "be there for you? If he uses you ,he's not there, plus he's really rude to you, don't you think you deserve respect says ms mercedes glaring at zendaya "you wouldn't understand, like I said before it's complicated with us says zendaya "complicated my ass says mercedes as she scoffed before getting up to go to the back of the room and open the storage closet

I couldn't help but let my eyes trail down her body as she walked away from me, I couldn't get that night out of my head yesterday, she brought up all those lustful emotions while I was trying to sleep and mercedes glanced back at me and smiled but quickly changed her expression "stop now I'm your teacher zendaya says ms mercedes and I sighed and looked down at my paper to quickly whisper to myself "I wish you weren't says zendaya "what did you say says ms mercedes as she yelled from the back as she started strolling back towards me with a book in her hand and I shook my head "nothing I'm just being dumb says zendaya

"Whatever weirdo says mercedes as she laughed before setting the book down in front of zendaya "now this book was good practice for my cousin who has dyslexia, if you really want to learn to write and read better, I want you to do at least one page in this a day then we'll come back here and I'll check on your progress "thanks as I replied not really wanting to do the work but If It could get one teacher on my good side I'll do it and she nodded before turning away from me to get back into the desk that she pulled up to me and I couldn't stop my eyes from checking her out once again, I can't help it ,that body is alluring, I want to feel it again, I want to feel her again

She turned to me and saw my glare but I couldn't break out of my trance as quickly as before, zendaya was basically drooling "you're gonna have to stop that says ms mercedes as she smiled happily which was a different emotion from what she's been doing, this time it was sweet and partially sensual and I licked my lips and looked down at my paper "I know I will but I don't want to says zendaya "you have to I'm your teacher, you're a minor for fuck sakes says ms mercedes as she retorted putting her hands in her lap

"Tell me you didn't have a good time that night, Tell me that when we talked the next few days that you didn't feel anything, that's when I'll stop as I turned my body to hers and looked at her eyes but her lips caught my attention and she softly tugged her bottom lip in with her teeth and frowned "I can't do this says mercedes as she tried to get up but I grabbed her hand without thinking and pulled her back down "you can't or you don't want to as I responded with her words dropping from my mouth causing her to smirk and I scooted closer to her so that we were face to face with little personal space "I know you want to in fact I know you remember that night almost as vivid as I do says zendaya "what if I do says mercedes as she sighed

"Then kiss me ill make you remember everything you felt that night as I whispered almost millimeters away from her face and she met my lips with hers and her eyes closed instantly and she began to softly move hers with mine in a synchronized motion and I quickly used my tounge to ask for entrance inside of her mouth and I placed my hand on her back to help her arch her back and u slowly grazed my fingers down to the band of her pencil skirt and I felt her hands entangle themselves in my hair and Slightly pull and the session became extremely heated as I moved from her lips to softly pepper kisses from her jawline down her neck and I lightly sucked on the skin so I wouldn't create hickeys but so that I would create a passionate sensation for her

"Let's not do this here says ms mercedes panting and melting within zendayas grasp "then where as i said taking a quick breath before softly moving my lips again and gripping her hips tightly and I wasn't going to give her a reason to push me away "the storage closet says mercedes and she pushed zendaya off but grabbed zendayas hand to quickly guide zendaya to the back room to close and lock the door and she turned around to see me glaring at her and I wanted to pounce on that woman and I quickly reached for her and gripped her hips again before placing my lips on her neck and I trailed My hands up to start undoing the buttons on her shirt while my mouth down farther on her chest each time

Soon, she was absolutely shirtless and zendaya reached around to unhook mercedes bra and her fingers began to fiddle with zendayas crop top shirt and zendaya lifted her hands so mercedes could fully undress zendaya and we were now only wearing bottoms and I wasn't even mad and I wanted to show her I could pleasure her body without even touching her lower region and I knelt down causing Mercedes to quickly follow me in my grasp and I straddled her and harshly sucked on her chest causing many hickies to form where she could hide them and I earned small moans from her but they were no where near where they will be in a second

I took her breast in my mouth and stimulated the nipple with my tounge and my fingers met the zipper for her skirt and I harshly unzipped it causing it to tear a little and I pulled away from her chest and smirked up at her "sorry babe says zendaya and mercedes giggled a little but as soon as I began to start a wet trail down to her stomach, she got serious again while trying to prepare for the extreme pleasure that will happen in only moments and her nails scratched up and fown my back trying to calm herself and when I pulled her skirt down her underwear was completely soaked

I tucked my fingers into the band of her lace and tugged down to get them off her and she looked like she was about to explode and I was so happy I could be a part of it and I dove in and flicked my tounge across her slits before slipping inside of her ,her taste ,God that taste I would've never thought I'd like the taste of a girl but I'm not against it in fact her taste is almost addicting, she was sweet and it didn't take much before she began to moan loudly almost breaking the sound barrier of the small storage area and I wasn't going to stop in fact I kept going as she met her climax and I planned on helping her ride it out and once she was done, I stopped and cleaned her up quickly

When I did she sat up and pushed her hair back ,her facial expression went from euphoric to confused "oh my God says ms mercedes as she breathed out softly and I put my shirt back on over my head and looked at her "are you speechless says zendaya as she joked and she grabbed her bra and shirt to quickly put it on "I think you need to go says ms mercedes and zendaya gave mercedes an awful look and zendaya was more confused than mercedes was "what the hell? You want me to go, after all of this I just did, you're pushing me away says zendaya and mercedes started to put her long blonde hair on a quick ponytail before replying "yes ,you have to leave this shouldn't have happened says ms mercedes

"So you used me to get yourself off is that it says zendaya as she huffed before getting up to walk out of the storage closet leaving mercedes to dress herself and I picked up my backpack leaving her book and started out the door and she exited the room and yelled to zendaya "I didn't just use you, I want this to be normal it's just says mercedes "save it I need to go home says zendaya as she replied harshly before walking out into the hall and I pulled out my phone to text Zane

Zendaya: be ready ,I'm coming over now, make sure you have weed or else I'm not coming through

Zane: I got it all for you babe, make it worth my while

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generouswindow · 4 months

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by Hala Alyan

Can you diagnose fear? The red tree blooming from uterus to throat. It’s one long nerve, the doctor says. There’s a reason breathing helps, the muscles slackening like a dead marriage. Mine are simple things. Food poisoning in Paris. Hospital lobbies. My husband laughing in another room. (The door closed.) For days, I cradle my breast and worry the cyst like a bead. There’s nothing to pray away. The tree loves her cutter. The nightmares have stopped, I tell the doctor. I know why. They stopped because I baptized them. This is how my mother and I speak of dying—the thing you turn away by letting in. I’m tired of April. It’s killed our matriarchs and, in the back yard, I’ve planted an olive sapling in the wrong soil. There is a droopiness to the branches that reminds me of my friend, the one who calls to ask what’s the point, or the patients who come to me, swarmed with misery and astonishment, their hearts like newborns after the first needle. What now, they all want to know. What now. I imagine it like a beach. There is a magnificent sand castle that has taken years to build. A row of pink seashells for gables, rooms of pebble and driftwood. This is your life. Then comes the affair, nagging bloodwork, a freeway pileup. The tide moves in. The water eats your work like a drove of wild birds. There is debris. A tatter of sea grass and blood from where you scratched your own arm trying to fight the current. It might not happen for a long time, but one day you run your fingers through the sand again, scoop a fistful out, and pat it into a new floor. You can believe in anything, so why not believe this will last? The seashell rafter like eyes in the gloaming. I’m here to tell you the tide will never stop coming in. I’m here to tell you whatever you build will be ruined, so make it beautiful.

#hala alyan #free palestine #of ruin #there will be no other end of the world

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givepie · 5 months

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HEY!

A little about me post for the 2024 season, including DNI/boundaries cause bios suck.

About me

I'm a British 17yo who currently is doing Maths, Physics and Further Maths in college. I'm slow to post and update cause this usually sucks a lot out of me.

I am fairly sure I'm undiagnosed autistic. I've researched it for a good 2-3 years now, but my family and i are reluctant to get me diagnosed due to competition within careers, and the diagnosis putting me at lower odds for employers.

I am Queer! To be more specific, trans, Asexual and Grey-Biromantic. I say I identify as a trans man due to the simplicity of the terms. My gender feels a lot more complex than that, but words are hard.

I am also a chronic oversharer.

My special Interest is all things rollercoaster/theme park.

The parks I have visited are:

Walt Disney World

Universal Studios Orlando Resort

Seaworld Orlando

Busch Gardens Tampa

Camelot Theme Park

Alton Towers

Blackpool Pleasure Beach

Disneyland Paris

Thorpe Park

My list is messy as hell, but my 3 favourite coasters of all time are

Galactica, AT

Velocicoaster, IOA

Mako, SWO

My top bucket list coasters are:

1.FLY [Phantasia]

2. Taron [Phantasia]

3. Ride To Happiness [plopsa]

4. The Mummy [Universal Studios Orl]

5. Iron Gwazi [Busch Tampa]

BOUNDARIES

Don't call me by my irl name. I don't care about it irl but I consider it too personal for the internet

Don't tell me how to live my life, or try to invalidate me or whatever. I know myself better than you do, I promise.

Don't claim my art as your own

Be a dick

YOU CAN

Send me and my ocs asks. In fact, I implore that you do. I'm not likely to make the first move, but sometimes I do really want to be friends and all I need is an ask/message asking for that. Also asks are fun

Mock me - lightly. I am annoying, yes. I won't ignore that.

Tell me if I do something bigoted. I do mean well, but none of us are perfect, and I'd like to learn

Follow me even if you're in my DNI. Just don't bring attention to yourself. If I think I don't want you here, I can handle it myself.

Call me by any of my listed names, and literally any pronouns.

DNI

Transphobes, general bigots

Anyone who supports isreal. Fuck you. Ceasefire all the way

Dream [MCYT] fans/stans. Even if the claims are false, he's just kinda annoying now. DSMP/other MCYT fans are free to follow, I'm one of yall

Americans/hj

People who don't take phobias seriously

People who can't enjoy fun and whimsy ["Galactica needs a retheme it's current theme SUCKS." People basically. And ones who can't do kareoke]

Anyone who brings up age of consent more than 3 times a year.

Anyone younger than 13. Like to think there's no one like that on THIS app but you gotta be careful.

#about me #alton towers #alton towers ocs

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kamreadsandrecs · 10 months

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#edith wharton #books #reading

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