#/ i'm in my skins feels today apparently but i couldn't resist

[grcveyacd]

open — anyone!

muse — aiden connley, 24, student/frat chair. okay to assume any sort of connection.

“ if this was just us meeting for the first time… i’d do it again. “ he takes a breath, his dark hues never straying from theirs. “ the fucks, the fuck ups — everything. “ 

[sugurugetofavoritemonkey]

𝒫𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝑒𝒻

Diluc x reader

You took all the pillows in the shared bed, therefore, Diluc had to find an alternative.

Fluff : No Trigger Warnings

800 words

My lovely husband Diluc deserves comfort and we deserve cuddles so here is something that I really enjoyed writing, I really hope this is good though, thus feedback is always appreciated <3

Diluc had enough of this. 

He loves you more than anything, undoubtedly so. 

But this had to stop tonight. 

You were always stealing all the pillows in your shared bed. 

“You little egoistic”, Diluc murmured while watching you sleep like a baby, with his heavy eyes. Although, even if the red-haired man was annoyed at this, he couldn’t help but gazed at you with so much love. 

Diluc gave up on trying to get back to sleep after a moment. 

Choosing for now to lay on his side, facing you, his left arm under his head, bringing him little to no comfort. Watching you sleep fondly was at least soothing him, a little smile forming on his lips at the picture before him.

Your head was resting on three pillows, while your hands were holding tightly a fourth pillow. His pillow. Diluc pouted at that. How many pillows do you need to fall asleep, he wondered. 

Your eyes were shut peacefully, your mouth slightly agape, letting little snores slip from it. For a thief, you were indeed quite cute, he thought. 

But even now, it seems that all the pillows weren’t enough for your slumber, when your hand unconsciously reaches for Diluc's shirt. His figure, apparently not close enough to your own body. Making Diluc chuckles quietly at your cuteness for the umpteenth time today. His own hand finding its way to the top of your head, threading his fingers through your hair to caress it gently for a moment. His calloused hand then decided to run lightly on your cheekbones, his thumb finishing the loving caress by cuddling your cheeks affectionately. 

Your lover could almost fall asleep like this. Lulled by your little sleepy sounds, and the feeling of your soft skin under his dancing fingers. 

Almost. If only his neck wasn’t bent in half, under his arm for several minutes now. 

Fortunately Diluc was resourceful. If he couldn’t have his pillows then he would find something else to sleep on. Luckily, someone highly enticing was laying just in front of him. He just had to remove the pillow in between your arms, throwing it at the same time to the other side of the room, to take place in between your arms. His head relaxing on your chest, he couldn’t deny the fact that you were indeed even more comfortable than the pillows. He let out a little sigh at the warmth embracing his whole body, making him hold you tighter with his arms caging you in, wanting you as close to him as he could. 

“You are crushing me right now”, came your voice heavy with sleep, not without a little chuckle from your part at the sight of your husband attached to you and without any intention of letting go. Diluc being too comfortable on his newly found pillow was a sight to behold, his broad back was covering most of your form while his loosen bright red hair cascaded on his side. You couldn't resist stroking his head lovingly, almost making him purr from the oh so pleasant sensation you were gifting him with your fingers. 

Diluc was quick to answer, “A certain someone apparently stole all the pillows from me, thus I had no better choice than to find a better one, little thief.” While his hand found its way under your shirt, drawing random little shapes on your side playfully, “I don’t regret my choice though, it seems that this pillow is warmer, cozier and mainly…more exquisite I would dare to say”, your partner finishes with a kiss on your collarbones. 

“I'm happy to be of use then”, you joked at him while still combing through his wild mass of hair, looking at him with a bright smile. 

Diluc put all his weight on his arms to get eye-level with you, returning to his usual serious self for a second, “I always think that I can’t be more enamored with you than I am at the moment, still, each time I share a split second with you, I can not be more wrong”. 

With that, you can’t find any words to match the passion from Diluc’s words, your eyes watering at the expanse of his love for you, that you can only return with a kiss, one mimicking the same fervor as his, your tongues dancing with each other for a short moment, but long enough to replicate your shared feelings. 

With a last peck on your lips, Diluc returns to his previous position, his head on your chest with his hands under your shirt to let his fingers glide across your warm skin, while your own are lacing through his hair. A shared soothing moment, relishing the presence of the other, that soon changes to a deep slumber in a loving embrace.

[studywgabi]

Songs

A (Cliched) List of Songs That Capture the Loneliness, the Self-Loathing, and the Desperate Desire to be Loved (In No Particular Order):

Blood and Fire - The Indigo Girls

My Skin - Natalie Merchant

Nobody - Mitski (obviously)

Crack Baby - Mitski

Alone Forever - Leanna Firestone (criminally underrated)

Je Sais Pas Danser - Pomme (Could I be more pretentious?)

At Seventeen - Janis Ian

Long, Long Time - Linda Ronstadt

Tous Les Garcons et Les Filles - Francoise Hardy (Apparently so)

Please Send Me Someone to Love - Sade

Come On, Aphrodite - Natalie Merchant

Nicest Thing - Kate Nash

Love Will Come to You - Indigo Girls

Chasing Pavements - Adele

All I Need - Radiohead

Creep - Radiohead (Couldn't resist)

If No One Ever Marries Me - Natalie Merchant

I Will - The Beatles

Another Day - Paul McCartney

Liability - Lorde

People Watching - Conan Gray

Body - Mother Mother

Fat Funny Friend - Maddie Zahm

I'm Your Man - Leonard Cohen

IDK You Yet - Alexander 23

Waiting Room - Phoebe Bridgers

Goodbye to Love - Phoebe Bridgers

How Soon is Now? - The Smiths

Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want - The Smiths

Asleep - The Smiths

Unloveable - The Smiths

Your Best American Girl - Mitski

Valentine - Fiona Apple (My favorite)

Winter - Tori Amos

As I Am - Joan Jett

A (Much Shorter) List of Songs that Describe How I Wished I Felt Instead- Strong Enough on My Own and Accepting of the Fact That I'm Alone:

Aphrodite - Honey Gentry

No Man's Woman - Sinead O'Connor

You're On Your Own, Kid - Taylor Swift

Beautiful - Christina Aguilera

Perhaps Even More Embarrassing (if Possible), A List of Songs that Describe How I Would Love Someone and How I Want to be Loved. I Love these Songs, and I want to Relate to them Someday:

Je Suis D'Accord - Francoise Hardy

We'll Never Have Sex - Leith Ross

The First Taste - Fiona Apple

Your Body is a Wonderland - John Mayer

Thirteen - Big Star

Limon Y Sal - Julieta Venegas

Jupiter - Flower Face

Head Over Feet - Alanis Morrisette

Arabella - Arctic Monkeys

Strong Enough - Sheryl Crow

Oh My Love - John Lennon

Eres - Cafe Tacvba

(You Make Me Feel Like) A Natural Woman - Aretha Franklin

Safe and Sound - Taylor Swift

I'll Get the Coffee - Kathryn Gallagher

Still Into You - Paramore

John, I Love You - Sinead O'Connor

Heal the Pain - George Michael

And I Love You So - Don McLean

Brown Eyed Girl - Van Morrison

Samba Pa Ti - Santana

An "Our Song"

Feel free to add your own songs and what they mean to you. I hope you're being kind to yourself today, darlings.

[sleepynines]

ooh, maybe 9 for the prompt list?

9. Cold 2B9S

The weather today is frigid, the wind biting as it sweeps small flurries of snowflakes against 2B’s skin. 2B watches as the campfire sputters before her, the heat from the flames not doing much to protect her from the cold. Her missions for the day are canceled. The weather conditions are much too poor to fight in.

For the time being she’s grounded at the Resistance camp, and instead of spending her day cooped up in that small room with 9S, 2B has resigned herself to campfire in a secluded corner of camp. It’s better, being alone. She shouldn’t get closer to 9S than she has to.

Apparently her spot isn’t as hidden as she thought, as it isn’t long before she hears his familiar voice calling out to her.

“2B! There you are.” His footsteps come to a halt. 9S stops across from her, the fire crackling between them. "I've been looking everywhere for you! It's too cold to be out here right now."

"I'll be fine," 2B assures. "I've survived worse temperatures."

He falters at her words. "I…suppose, but even the Resistance members are inside right now. Wouldn't it be warmer to stay indoors?"

"I'm good."

"You sure? I found some old human board games in the Resistance storage. Since there's nothing else to do, maybe we could play—"

"Games are pointless. Time spent so uselessly is better put toward preparing for missions."

"Uhh—then I guess we can talk instead? There's still a lot I want to know about you…"

2B clenches her fists against her knees. "There is no need for idle chatter. If it does not pertain to our assignments, it is better to say nothing."

9S's visor shifts in a way 2B can tell that his brows are furrowing. "That's…really what you think, huh…"

A brief period of silence settles between them. 9S sighs, before walking back the way he came, and disappearing out of sight.

2B fights against the disappointed feeling in her chest. Her goal is to keep her distance. She should be relieved that he has left, but even so his absence weighs heavy in her mind.

Some time later, 9S returns unexpectedly. He pushes a folded square of heavy fabric into her hands. 2B stares blankly at the item she's received.

9S seems to understand her confusion and laughs. He steps in closer, unfurling the fabric he'd handed to her before wrapping it around her shoulders. "I asked Anemone for the warmest blankets they have. This should make the weather a little more bearable." 

2B can't help but notice the way 9S hands linger as he adjusts the blanket. He tucks it snuggly under her chin before taking a seat beside her, unfurling a blanket of his own. "Even if it's cold, I suppose a little fresh air couldn't hurt," he says cheerfully. He tilts his head playfully in 2B's direction. "And before you say it's unnecessary, I'm the support unit tasked with watching over your health. I can't let you stay in temperatures like this alone. It's my job to make sure your systems don't freeze."

2B redirects her attention to her boots. She clutches the blanket he'd brought tighter around her shoulders. "I see," she responds softly.

9S hums beside her, holding his gloved hands closer to the flames for warmth. Despite 2B's earlier words, his demeanor still seems upbeat.

A small part of 2B is relieved.

She shouldn't want him here beside her. She shouldn't let him grow attached. But it's a pattern she's witnessed time and time again. Even when she treats him coldly, 9S still stubbornly gravitates to her side.

No matter how much she tells herself otherwise, she can't deny the truth.

She greatly enjoys his company.

[meditating-dog-lover]

Health update

My skin is looking better and I feel better. I haven't used steroids in a week and a half. I got some inflammation today. Probably because I haven't used steroids and possibly due to rising progesterone during the luteal phase (apparently may trigger some inflammation but I'm not 100% sure here).

My neck and ear infections disappeared 95%. My face does have some rashes, but nowhere near as bad as it was 2-4 weeks ago.

My hands may be inflamed, but look great for skin that hasn't been treated with steroids in a week and a half. I couldn't go a week without steroids or protopic since March.

I know fasting for too long made my inflammation way worse. It leads me to believe that ultimately, my eczema has a stress/hormone root cause (besides genetics of course). I'm meeting with an OBGYN next week to ask about how hormones play a role in inflammation. I'm not crazy about the idea of birth control, but I can ask about supplements like Vitex, chasteberry and DIM to see if they can help. In general being in charge of my hormonal health can be very helpful, especially in the context of stress and skin inflammation. I know reducing steroid use and not fasting and reducing stress and following an anti-inflammatory diet will also help with blood sugar and insulin resistance. We associate eating sugar and junk with blood sugar imbalances. But chronic stress and medication can elevate blood sugar. Such as prolonged fasting and steroids.

I've been eating a banana each morning. I'm taking a break from fasting, but am breaking my fast with a healthy carb. I now also have a lot of energy and can go for daily walks of 11k steps.

I'm seeing a psychiatrist tomorrow and I hope that goes well. I'm also seeing my therapist and plan to go more often, because I need it lol.

I want to eventually focus on gut heath and see a dentist. I want to go with my mom. I'm going to speak to my therapist about this. I don't like dentists and feel like they either recommend treatments that are unnecessary or know nothing about health in general. Ask a dentist if they know what vitamin K2 is and watch them give you a confused look. I know fat soluble vitamins and minerals are great for teeth. Unfortunately I do have issues with malabsorption, which prevents me from absorbing enough nutrients from food and supplements. I know this has an impact, which is why gut health here is important. I'm taking my enzymes and drinking aloe juice, but I'll see how this goes and if I need to modify my protocol.

Another good thing - by following my anti-inflammatory diet, I'm avoiding foods that have hidden sugars (which are inflammatory by nature). These include sauces, sandwiches, breads, pizza, fried/breaded foods, processed cheeses, white pastas, etc... Some other foods like instant oatmeal, yogurt, non-dairy milks and coffee do too. But I get those unsweetened. With that, I'm consuming less sugar and am reducing my cravings for sugar in general. I do eat chocolate sweets, but in small portions (I tend to stick to 70% dark chocolate). I had a mocha last week and 1/4 of a semi-sweet Crumbl cookie and some dark chocolate caramel pieces. I keep the portion sizes small. I lost my cravings for sugary baked goods like cookies and brownies in large portions (I had a brownie with my mom last month when I ordered pizza and it just felt too sweet an decadent, that I had to have a healthy dinner afterwards instead of pizza). So a small piece will do (like the 1/4 cookie). I know this helps a lot with things like blood sugar and insulin resistance and even teeth. I do have a sweet tooth and I satisfy it with 70% chocolate because I love chocolate. But I keep <70% chocolate and baked goods and mochas to a minimum. I do have them but in smaller portions, thanks to my new diet which reduces my intake of hidden sugars, and I don't even feel deprived. I do get sauces that use avocado and olive oil as bases (like mayo) and I found an app that shows local restaurants that don't use inflammatory seed oils.

I'm feeling better now. I'm just worried about my skin because I'm worried about future flares and things getting worse. But I'm seeing overall improvement. And I'll go see the psychologist and dentist with my mom in the future, which is also causing me stress.

[drarrily-we-row-along]

February 19: Sunshine

Draco groaned and covered his head, blocking out the infernal sunshine streaming in through the windows.

He couldn't understand why Harry had insisted on buying those stupid, white, gauzy curtains for his bedroom. How was anyone supposed to have a proper lie-in (or in this case, a proper sulk) if the bloody sun was coming in the window?

And besides, it was indecent for the sun to be shining on a day like today anyway. Harry was gone, he wasn't coming back for six weeks, and Draco was none too pleased about it.

He hated the bloody DMLE, they always promised Harry that every undercover mission would be the last. And in turn Harry always promised Draco that every undercover mission would be the last. Yet every time there was a case that seemed too difficult to crack, which was pretty much always, they’d send Harry.

He knew that Harry carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, he knew that it was impossible for Harry to resist the siren's call of someone in trouble, but it still made Draco miserable.

As he hunkered down further under the covers, he took a moment to be grudgingly grateful that Harry told him that he could stay at his house, could come and go as he pleased. He was grateful for that, he was pleased (and proud) that Harry trusted him to stay at his house. But he wasn't sure if the ache was worse or better when he was still in between the sheets that smelled like Harry (that smelled like them).

After rolling over in bed for the thousandth time, Draco gave it up as a lost cause and got up, pulling on one of Harry's t-shirts over his boxer briefs. Making his way into the kitchen, he pulled down a mug and Harry's favorite tea and set about making it.

He had just poured hot water over the tea bag when there was a loud crack of apparation and Draco nearly jumped out of his skin, his wand hitting the palm of his outstretched hand so he could level it at the intruder before he'd even had time to think it through.

Draco blinked, not trusting his eyes, because there Harry stood in his auror robes, in the middle of the kitchen.

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Harry held his hands up, "Sorry," he said, "I didn't mean to startle you, please don't hex me."

"Harry?" Draco whispered, his eyes filling with undesired tears that he couldn't seem to force down.

"Oh," the other man whispered, stepping forward and pulling Draco into a hug, "Don't cry, love."

"What are you doing here?" Draco asked, dropping his wand and hugging Harry tight. "You're supposed to be on your super secret mission or whatever-"

"I quit," Harry blurted, pulling back to look at him. "All I could think about as I was getting ready to grab onto that stupid bowl they were using as a portkey, was you. You in my bed and in my kitchen, with your adorable sleep rumpled hair and your grumpy little eyebrows," Harry laughed and kissed the wrinkle on the bridge of Draco's nose. "And I just," he shrugged, "I want this," he said, gesturing around them. "I want you. And I'm sick of always letting things get in the way."

Draco could scarcely believe what the other man was saying, "Harry," he whispered again, cupping his jaw, stroking his thumb along Harry's beard. "You," he swallowed, "You love being an auror."

Harry's brow furrowed, "I don't, actually. I like feeling useful. I like feeling like people need me," he added. "But I like you more. I like waking up and making breakfast for you, I like it when you bring me a sandwich and a cup of tea at lunch time when I've been working to hard. I like making dinner with you-"

"All the food," Draco teased, pressing up on his tiptoes to kiss Harry's forehead.

"I like other things, too," Harry protested, "We're just standing in the kitchen at the moment."

"I can't believe you came back for me," Draco whispered and Harry's lips pressed against his.

He kissed him softly, calloused hands slipping under Draco's tshirt to skim along his back. "I love you," Harry said.

Draco's jaw dropped, "You can't just say something like that!" he exclaimed, tears spilling down his cheeks.

Harry laughed and kissed away the tears, brushing his nose along Draco's cheeks. "But it's true," he murmured, "I love you, Draco."

"I love you, too," he said, wrapping his arms tighter around Harry. "Now take me back to bed," he demanded as imperiously as he could manage.

Harry grinned and hoisted Draco up into his arms, wrapping Draco's legs around his waist, "your wish is my command. I'll never tire of how beautiful you look splayed out on my bed, in the sun coming through the window."

And that, Draco realized, was why Harry had insisted on gauzy white curtains.

He never held it against him again.

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written for @hdcandyheartsfest prompt February 19: Sunshine

I should also add that I've written two fics for this same prompt as well. You can read them here: Sunshine Take 1 and Take 2

February 18: Proposal | February 20: Love Confession

[sims-for-semi]

The day Bella killed Michael - a sims story

“Do you want to be with the girl or not, Michael? Just drink the damn nectar,” Bella said wearily. Michael had noticed long ago that Bella was acting differently, but today she was particularly pissed off for no apparent reason.

“Didn’t you say it wasn’t ready yet? That you and Mortimer were feeling older?”

“Not anymore. It’s working. You just have to be in a good mood to receive it.”

“Have you been in a good mood, Bella?”

“Don’t I look younger?”

“Younger, but… gloomier.”

“Well, imagine. My brother is dating a girl who is my daughter's age, how am I supposed to feel?”

Time later, Bella would remember that exact day when her brother began to die. It was a cold morning, particularly foggy at 165 Sim Lane. Although Michael didn’t live in Pleasantview, he visited often, and the last time he had brought not only his new girlfriend, Dina, but also her twin sister, Nina. At first Bella thought it was a joke (“You brought two of Cassie's schoolmates to my house?”), but then she felt quite hushed. Nina was quiet, but fiercely bold in her comments. And Dina was charming. Even Bella couldn't argue with that. She had never felt so threatened in her own home. Everyone was captivated by her presence. Even Mortimer, her Mortimer. 

Michael would later confess his concerns about the relationship. "I love her, Bella. I love her, but come on, I'm not twenty anymore. She says she feels the same way I do but what can I offer her?"). And while Bella wasn't particularly happy about the relationship, she did hate to see her brother troubled. She could barely stand the sight of her grumpy old husband, her solitary teen daughter, and her handful toddler. If Michael wanted to rejuvenate, she could give him exactly what he needed.

“She’s not a girl, Bella.”

“She’s so young. Perfect skin, perfect hair. I never got to be that young.”

“What do you mean?”

“I got married to my childhood friend, had a daughter in my late teens… I stopped being young a long time ago. But you get to be young with your brand-new girl. Enjoy it. Drink the nectar.”

Michael wasn’t sure of it. He didn’t trust the nectar. Heck, these days he couldn’t even trust Mortimer. He couldn’t trust him, nor Bella. What had happened to her? She used to be such a loyal, brave girl. Now all she did was act like she was some sort of tragic heroine, like she could never have any fun. Maybe that’s why they had grown apart the last couple of years.

Bella thought the same about her brother. He was this popular kid in school, a sports enthusiast, the ideal son… all of that changed. Being a bachelor for so long had made some changes in his personality, she believed. Not like she hadn't changed, clearly, but at least she was already married with two children and her husband was loaded. Basically, life was solved. Michael seemed to be pursuing his teenage dreams by falling in love with a young girl. Because she was, indeed, a girl. Bella couldn't get it through her head that Michael was willing to leave everything behind to commit himself to a girl who had barely finished high school.

Perhaps in a way, she was a little jealous. Nothing could scare her more than getting old. There had been a couple of nights in which she woke up in the middle of the night because of a nightmare, and Mortimer was always there to pacify her. All the nights spent at the Science Facility were for him, a little expression of his commitment to making his wife happy.

“I just want you to be happy. I can help you with that,” Bella had told her brother. If Mortimer wasn’t around, at least she could help Michael to be with the girl of his dreams. And whether she liked her or not, she had already accepted that Dina would be part of the family, albeit with much resistance. The foolish fear of ceasing to be the woman of the family and giving way to a younger and more beautiful one. Everything was going to be all right if they both drank the elixir of life. 

“I don’t like this, Bella,” he expressed after pouring a glass.

“Stop being a coward, Mike.”

“No, seriously, I don’t like this…” Michael started to choke. He felt his insides begin to close up, leaving little room for the green liquid to make its way down his throat. The foul liquid felt like a thick grease boiling, calcining his esophagus and finally landing in his stomach. But that wasn't the worst of it. Just when Michael thought the bitter pill was ready, he began to feel his skin thickening, and his gums stiffening. His nose felt nothing but a sulfur smell, and everything began to spin. His brain was throbbing like it was bubbling blood. “Try to think of something nice. Think of Dina,” said a voice, but he wasn’t sure if it was his or Bella’s. 

Finally, after a short blackout, Michael regained his mobility.

“Okay, how do you feel?” said his sister.

“Awful. That’s awful, Bella, how could you possibly drink this? How long have you been doing this?”

“Years. But look at me. I almost look as young as those darn Caliente sisters, don’t you think?”

“Well, I can’t tell if I feel any younger. It may have worked in reverse on me.”

“Yeah, that’s going to happen the first couple of times. You just need to be consistent.”

“Does that mean I have to drink this again?”

“Indeed. Until you make it.” Bella chuckled at Michael’s look of fear. “One day at a time.”

The activity was repeated. Day after day, Michael visited his sister and drank the strange liquid created by his brother-in-law to feel younger. Occasionally, it worked. Sometimes the drink was sweet as ambrosia, and he just wanted to drink more and more of it, only to later visit his beloved Dina. Some other times, the most frequent, the liquid was horrible. Bella told him that it would always be like this, that she was used to it, he would get used to it too.

She even found it amusing. At last, her age and her brother's were approaching the non-existent limbo of being able to put the world on pause and have the youth of their choice, even if they had to pay the consequences later. It wasn't until after the wedding, when Bella and Mortimer's relationship was more strained than ever, that Michael arrived at the Goth Mansion with a somber expression.

"What's going on, Michael?"

“I need the liquid,” he said, devastated.

“What happened?”

“I think Dina is cheating on me,” he said as if at a loss for words.

Bella looked at him in horror, but refrained from saying a thing. Perhaps because, mistakenly, she already knew. She had her suspicions, Mortimer and Dina had been way too close. So much so that he hadn't even noticed that his daughter had started dating a boy and that little Alexander was beginning to stand out at school. "Then take it," she told him, without asking any questions. Take the elixir and drink it, drink all of it. Hadn't she been doing the same thing? Drinking as much of it as she could, to feel younger, less stuck, less of a failure, so that her husband would look at her with desire and not pity as if she were a poor, useless wife in a boring suburb. She wasn't even sure if it was true, but she didn't want to know.

She wouldn’t have been able to bear it. So she watched her brother take the jar, watched him for the last time take home what little was left of Mortimer Goth's worst experiment. Goodbye, Michael Bachelor, goodbye to your divine youth, your friendly smile and your football games. Goodbye to your stupid bride and her stupid sister, both of whom Bella stopped calling immediately after his death. Goodbye to the familiar nature that used to make her feel happy and at home. Without her brother, and with her husband completely thrown into the job, Bella lost what little she had left to keep getting back on her feet day by day. Everyone could notice. Everyone but Don.

Of course, how could he know? How could the wonderful Don know that he had a murderess in front of him? Bella had barely left the house until the night the formidable young man who was dating her daughter kindly invited her to his apartment for a gentle conversation.

“Whenever I look at the stars I think of my parents, I lost them recently. Have you ever felt that way?” the young man asked, getting closer to her.

“I recently lost my brother…” she said, her eyes captivated by the ocean-blue sky.

“Yeah, I heard of it. I’m sorry. He was older than you, wasn’t he?”

“Life is very long when you're lonely,” were the last words she whispered.

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hello readers! thank you for reading me! I was willing to pull out something for simblreen, so here you go. this is my headcanon of Michael's death, and this short story is part of the same universe as my on-going story Pleasant Valley. Constructive criticism is always accepted 💝

I hope everyone has a fun and spooky halloween! 🎃

[girl-in-the-tower]

CHAPTER I

Ramshackle Dorm - Birthday Party Venue

Kore: Woah, to think the ghosts would go all out like this just for today! Even though I told them that they didn't have to bother with it, they wouldn't listen, at all... It's... It's kind of embarrassing to be fussed over like this! If it was Grim I would have understood but this, uh...

Ah! And I'm supposed to have a guest over today as well! Hm, I guess some tea should be in order... maybe some cakes as well... I wonder if there's any sugar left...

Ace: Yo!

Kore: Ah, just a moment- Oh, it's just you, Ace.

Ace: Ha? What's that supposed to mean? 'It's just you'? It's super rude to greet your dear guest like this, you know?

Kore: Is that so? But calling you a guest is...

Ace: What's that?

Kore: Hm...

Ace: Well, doesn't matter because my feelings were hurt either way! So I'll help myself to this krumkake to make myself feel better! Let's dig in~

Kore: Hey, that- Aaah, that was meant to be for Grim. He kept complaining all day yesterday that he should have a cake all to himself too since it's a special day so I woke up extra early just to make it for him. Now he's gonna be mad...

Ace: Haa? A whole cake just for that furball? You've got to be kidding me!

Kore: What are you talking about? You know how much he likes krumkake.

Ace: Nah, I doubt there's really anything that guy won't eat... But that's not the point. You're spoiling him too much. He's gotten really fat, you know?

Kore: It's fine. I still make sure he exercises and he looks cute round like that too, so it's not a problem.

Ace: No, I definitely still think there's something wrong here. Mainly with your head.

Kore: Haaaaaaa, you wanna pick a figh-

Ace: Oh, I almost forgot! Here you go!

Kore: ... What's this?

Ace: Isn't it obvious?

Kore: Well... Huh? Wait a minute- That can't-!

Ace: Ta-da! It's a limited edition Griffons varsity jacket that's been all the rage with Magift meatheads like you~

Kore: No way!! This is- This is-

Ace: Cool, righ- Hey!! Don't jump on me like that! You almost knocked me off the chair!

Kore: Sorry, hahaha! I was so happy I just couldn't contain myself! To think that I would be able to actually get my hands onto something so valuable!

Ace: Yeah, we figured you'd like i-

Kore: This season has really been a blessing from above for them, you know? Everybody is in top shape and playing at their best! I heard their new manager actually made them go through this super difficult training regime that has been working wonders for them. Though it's only speculation so far!

Ace: Uh, Kor-

Kore: If you ask me, it's definitely also thanks to those new brooms that they ordered for the team. The wood is apparently from the Valley of Thorns and super-resistant so they go all out without worrying about breaking them. For the moves that the team is pulling, they really need that propulsion time! Even a second helps when you're in a headlock. I remember back in the vs Mandrakes game that they switched brooms in between-

Ace: Heeeeey! You Magift boar woman! Can you hear me?

Kore: Wh-Why are you yelling like that?! I'm right next to you!

Ace: Haaaa, when you start talking about Magift you might as well be in a completely different world... No wonder they all think of you as the Magift Encyclopedia. I bet you have hundreds of useless pieces of information like that stuck in your head.

Kore: You-! Huh? What's this?

Ace: A-Ah! That!

Kore: It's rice pudding- Ah! It's homemade from the Mountains!

Ace: Hm? Ah, ye-yeah... That came with the jacket...

Kore: Eh? They put pudding in jackets when they sell them?!

Ace: O-Obviously! Don't tell me you didn't know? Bwahaha, man, you sure are clueless...

Kore: ... It's my favourite flavour too...

CHAPTER II

Ace: Alright, next to the first question!

Kore: Eh?! Question?! Is this a quiz of some kind?!

Ace: I guess you could think of it like that, so anyway- Your first question as today's birthday girl issssss: "If you were stuck on a deserted island, who would you take with you?" Hm, here it says that you can't pick members of your own dorm, but given that you guys don't even have a dorm, I'm not sure that the restriction applies. Not that it matters since you wouldn't choose Grim anyway, right?

Kore: Huh? Why not?

Ace: You're serious?! You'd pick that furball?! Hey, we're talking about a deserted island here so think carefully! Don't you want to get off it?!

Kore: Well, obviously I would... But...

Ace: But?

Kore: I can do that on my own.

Ace: Huh?

Kore: Survival is all about securing shelter, food and formulating an escape plan. If it's a deserted island I assume there would be some fauna and animals too, so we could feed ourselves through fruit gathering and hunting. It might be hard if we don't have any tools, however, but I think Grim's claws would be sharp enough to cut through the skin and meat fairly easily. I make sure he takes good care of them after all.

Ace: I-I see...

Kore: If there's no drinkable water then we'll have to boil some from the sea in order to deal with the thirst. Grim's flames, when properly utilized, would be able to do such a thing. Not to mention that he could start fires to keep us warm at night and to cook food to sustain us! Also, it could be a great emergency signal if we end up at sea and need rescuing.

Ace: You want to use him as a flare?!

Kore: That sounds so mean! I would only do that as a last resort, however! Grim's pretty sensitive about having his belly scratched so I wouldn't do anything to make him uncomfortable like that!

Ace: Haaaa, I get it, I get it! So you're saying that the furball has his practical uses too. But I can't help but worry about some flaws...

Kore: Flaws?

Ace: No matter how much you feed that glutton, his stomach will never be full, you know! Whatever provisions you managed to gather, he's sure to inhale them with the first occasion!

Kore: Wah- That's a horrible thing to say! There's no way my Grim is so selfish!

Ace: My Grim?! What is he?! Your child?! And he's totally selfish, you know!!

Kore: HAAAAA?! ARE YOU REALLY PICKING A FIGHT WITH ME?!

Ace: Ca-Calm down!! I take it back, ok?! You can bring the furball with you!

Kore: Hmph.

Ace: Seriously, getting this angry over that cat...

Kore: Isn't that normal? Grim is my special person, after all!

Ace: SPECIAL PERSON?!

Kore: The person you care for a lot, like they're part of you, right? Like Cay-senpai said!

Ace: I-I see, so that's...

Kore: Being on a deserted island isn't ideal, but at the end of the day I know I can be ok on my own. Farmwork, housework - those are things that I'm used to from the Mountains. Life isn't so easy back home, but we all make do with what we can - magic or no magic. Even if I'm stuck in a bad situation, I can manage to get through so I don't need anybody else.

Well, that's what I thought before I came to this place anyway...

Ace: ...

Kore: Besides you're wrong about something!

Ace: Huh?

Kore: In order to survive it's not just physical attributes that are important, but mental ones as well. And in that case, Grim has the real trump card!

Ace: He-He does?!

Kore: Mm! You see, Grim, he... has the cutest paws and the fluffiest fur in the world!

Ace: HUH?!

Kore: Mm! Every time I feel like giving up or am reaching the end of the rope, all I'd have to do is give his paw pads a little squeeze or lay on his tummy and my mood would instantly clear up again! In a situation full of despair like that it would make a world of difference, you know?

Ace: SO HE'S THERE JUST FOR MORAL SUPPORT?!

Kore: Well, that too! It's important after all!

Ah, this pudding is really good actually...

CHAPTER III

Ace: Haaaa, I give up... Your boar mind is way too difficult to understand...

Kore: HUH?!

Ace: Anyway, let's get on with our next question and- Ah.

Kore: Hm? What is it? You suddenly stopped in the middle of the sentence. Did the falcon get your tongue, hehe?

Ace: It's a cat, not a falcon! And I only stopped because- uh...

Kore: What?

Ace: "You're offered the chance to pick another dorm, which one would you choose?"

Kore: ...

Ace: I swear, that Headmaster doesn't even think of these questions at all...

Kore: Yeah, there's no way I can answer that...

Ace: I figured. So instead! "Please share your opinions on the dorms!"

Kore: Ah!

Ace: Nice, right? You can definitely count on me when it comes to quick thinking, you know?

Kore: ... I guess.

Ace: You guess?!

Kore: I'll start with Diasomnia then!

Ace: Hey, don't ignore-

Kore: Hm, I'm not really sure about the atmosphere there but- Don't you think that their interior decor is pretty fancy? I haven't seen stuff like that in magazines for quite a while, so I feel like it's definitely something that must have required a lot of work! It's kinda dreary though, what will the windows not letting enough light and the greenery around it could stand to be looked after better, hm...

Ace: So you're only interested in the decor, huh? Alright, what about Ignihyde?

Kore: It's too technological.

Ace: Huh, I guess that you're right. For somebody like you, it would really be a struggle living there...

Kore: ...

It's even more depressing than Diasomnia, so I feel like I would be stuck in a bad mood without enough sunlight, you know? Though I must admit, it really is super clean inside! That's a very important detail! Clean homes are necessary for good health!

Ace: There you go again, sounding like a mom... Next is Pomefiore!

Kore: IT'S SUPER FLASHY!

Ace: I know~?

Kore: No, no, you don't get it! It's so flashy it actually scares me! All that pomp and glamour! The rugs themselves look like something from the fall collection that sold out about twenty years ago and the chandeliers are bound to be at least four times Theo's salary! Walking through those hallways is like stepping on opulence! A continuous loop of flashiness!

Ace: HEY! Get a hold of yourself! Let's go over to- Ah, Scarabia...

Kore: It's so hot there!!

Ace: Oh, yeah, you're super weak to heat so you'd definitely hate it there. Right?

Kore: Mm, hate is... I think that if it was the old me, I would never have even stepped in there. But now I feel like... Yeah! I definitely think that I can give it another try! Scarabia is pretty rich too, but it feels more homely? There's a lot of people gathered around and there are banquets and feasts pretty often too. It's always lively and warm... In a way, I imagine that's what a home would feel like...

Ace: ...

Kore: I can't say the same for Octavinelle however. Hmph!

Ace: Bwahaha, that's true. It really feels like you'd get scammed in there pretty quick.

Kore: Not even that! But building a dorm underwater? I admit the decor is pretty nice and classy, but the atmosphere is too cold! There's a lot of types that I can't get along with at all so it would definitely be a miserable time for me. No, I definitely don't want to set foot there ever again!

Ace: I totally get it~ All that commotion after the exams was enough for me too. Guess the same goes for Savanaclaw too, then?

Kore: ...

Ace: HA?!

Kore: I-I refuse to believe that anybody who loves Magift is a bad person!

Ace: There's that meathead in you talking again! Are you seriously that obsessed with it?! I feel like there's a sickness that applies in this case!!

Kore: He-Hey!! That's way too- I understand that what they did was bad, and I definitely haven't forgiven Kingscholar-senpai yet, but there are definitely good points to them as well! I think!

Ace: So you're not even sure?!

Kore: A-Anyway, as for Heartslaybyul-

Ace: Don't go changing the subject!

Kore: - if I had to pick that would be my favourite.

Ace: Huh?

Kore: I love Scarabia too, a lot, but at the end of the day all that rich atmosphere is scary. I really don't feel like I would belong there at all. I'd stick out like a sore thumb among everybody else - more than usual at the very least. But in Heartslaybyul, even if Rosehearts-senpai is strict, I feel like everybody is sort of content with the oddness. There's not much that stands out about it, but I think that's what makes it so appealing, you know?

Ace: ... So... what you're saying... Is that we're a shabby dorm full of weirdoes?

Kore: I-I wouldn't go that far...

Ace: But that's the gist of it, isn't it?!

Kore: Ummmmm...

Ace: ... Alright, I get it.

Kore: Huh?

Ace: You know, it just so happens that there's one more thing I have to tell you about.

Kore: One more thing?

Ace: Yup! You see, there's this tradition where the presenter has to give the 'gift of fortune' in order to make sure this ends up being a great birthday! And it just so happens that you're lucky enough to have me here today to deliver the goods~

Kore: Huh? What are you-

[SPLATTER]

Kore: ...

Ace: BWAHAHA, I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU JUST STOOD THERE LIKE THAT!

Kore: ...

Ace: Oh man, the look on your face is hilarious! Oh, let me take a quick picture to show the others too!

Kore: ...

Ace: Ok, so then- He-Hey! Don't- AUGH! MY FOREHEAD!

[odinsonsobsessed]

Forever With You

Sebastian can't wait to be married to you. But he has to wait thirty more unbearable minutes and apparently isn't the only impatient one.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan/Reader || Word Count: 800 || Rated T

A/N: A drabble inspired by this picture, which of course the loveable @silverink-goldenlies is responsible for. It's short, but incredibly fluffy. I can't resist an about to be married Seb.

Sebastian is really excited. Like, I'm about to marry my best friend in the whole world and we're going to spend the rest of our lives together excited. Because that’s what he’s going to be doing in just thirty minutes. In just half of an hour, he’s going to be standing in front of you, reciting the vows he's basically been wanting to say to you since he's known you. 

A timid knock on the dressing room door tears him from his thoughts. He turns around from his spot in front of the window looking out onto the beautiful display in the garden where he will be pledging his forever to you. "Yeah?" You open the door just a crack and he turns to see a sliver of white fabric. Quickly he turns away. "You're not supposed to be in here, babe, it's bad luck!"

He hears the rustling from your dress and your arms encircle him. Sebastian looks down, your pretty freshly painted nails come into view as they settle on his stomach. Even though he hasn’t seen you yet, he knows you look perfect. You always look perfect to him.

"I-I'm sorry, I just..." A soft giggle escapes you, making him smile and his stomach flutter like it was the first time he'd seen you.  "This is happening. After all the planning and obsessing over every single detail about today, it's finally happening. I needed to see you." 

Sebastian's hands slide across your arms and he's holding you to him. He feels your lips graze his cheek and he asks, "And this couldn't wait?" 

He feels you smile against him and you pull back to shake your head. "You mean like how you couldn't wait to ask me to marry you and ended up kneeling on the floor in our apartment before we had a chance to leave for the dinner you planned? No, I couldn't." 

The memory enters his mind and he laughs. Sebastian remembers being so nervous and anxious to ask you, that he couldn’t fathom waiting another second without knowing if you were willing to be his wife, to be stuck with him the way he wanted to be ‘stuck’ with you. "Touché."

“We’ve got exactly two minutes before our mothers realize that I slipped away. Hold me just a bit longer?”

He hums contentedly. “Yeah.” His attention goes back to the guests being seated into the chairs, decorated in your favorite color. Everyone’s chatting, happy and excited to be there. Not as excited as he was to be there. The wedding arch was decorated impeccably with your favorite flowers, the ones he used to bring to you when he picked you up for each date. “It looks beautiful, sweetheart. It’s gonna be perfect.”

“I know… I wish it would hurry up and be three o’clock already.” You groan and Sebastian takes his left hand from your arms only to glance at his watch before he returns with a squeeze. 

“Only twenty seven more minutes, babe. Twenty seven more minutes and I’m officially yours, on paper.” He adds quickly.

“You and the cake.”

This sends a burst of laughter out of Sebastian. “The cake!?” Shaking his head, he rubs your arms slowly, savoring the way your skin feels against his. “That’s what this whole thing has been about, hasn’t it? You just want your wedding cake.”

“Damn, you caught me.” He can hear the smirk in your voice and he knows you’re kidding. He thinks it’s cute how much you love cake. You have no clue about his plan to smash cake in your face later and it prompts his own smirk. It was probably a pretty predictable thing to do at a wedding, but the two of you never talked about it, so he thinks it will catch you off guard.

“But seriously-” The sound of your name being called by some very distressed familiar sounding women come from the other side of the door, interrupts him.

“I’m in here!” You call before sighing. “Busted.” You mumble before the door swings open.

“Oh thank goodness! I thought you ran away!” Your mother sounds out of breath and he can hear remnants of a shaky voice.

“Mom!”

“Well, what was I supposed to think when you suddenly disappeared? This was the last place I was going to look. I didn’t want to scare poor Sebastian. Now get out of there, it’s bad luck, you know!”

“Told you.” He whispers and you gently slap him on the back.

“I know, I know. I’ll see you soon, Mr. Stan.”

“See you, Mrs. Stan.” He isn’t sure if the gesture affects you like it does him, but it makes his heart flutter at the sound. He glances at his watch again once you leave him. Twenty six more minutes.

“Seriously! What were you thinking, young lady?” This time, it’s his mother he hears scolding you now and he stifles his laughter.

“He was a perfect gentleman. He didn’t even look.” He hears your hushed response to your mother and it makes him smile for what seems like the millionth time today and it certainly will not be the last.

Part 2

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[nelly-boo]

Flower Shop AU

Rocky x female reader

Genre: Fluff

Warning: None

It has finally came - a few days off of school / work. There has been a lot of responsibilities, stress and headaches going on in your life, so it was nice for a change not having to worry about those things. It was a nice day of already late spring. The sky had its clear blue color, with a little clouds here and there. A quiet noon where all you could heard was a birdsong, melodical and relaxing. So you decided to take a little walk around the town, with consideration that all you have been doing for the past couple of weeks was your school / work thing, sleeping and eating. You put your shoes on, locked the door and exited out of the building, while heading to an unknown direction.

You liked spring. Yes, it does have its negative sides such as pollen, allergies, all kinds of insects, etc. But it still has its pretties. You looked around while taking in all of your surroundings. The biggest part of nature has already been born. Threes, flowers, grass, leaves.. Everything has got its pretty colors, shapes, smells.. You had earphones in your ears while listening to melodies that you like. But you couldn't resist to hear the melodies that mother nature was making. So you took off your earphones while letting the relaxing sounds to caress your ears. You were now walking past the river. The yellow rays of Sun melted onto your skin, giving it a shine color. The wind lazily was dancing between the locks of your hair, messing it a little. The sounds of river were so relaxing and nice that you couldn't help yourself, but to sit by it and to observe its pretties and uniqueness.

The recently scytheed grass looked like it called you to lay on it and to just relax. You lied down and all of a sudden all spring smells hitted your nostrils, that you couldn't help but to smile to yourself. You stayed there for about a half an hour, and when you felt yourself falling asleep, you right away got up and start moving. The sky now was changing its colors, which meant that it was time for you to go home. You looked at your phone to check the time, and it confirmed that it indeed had passed quiet some time since you left from your home.

You put back your earphones and headed to already known direction. At your way there, you came across one cute little flower shop. Maybe I should buy something nice to myself such as a flower or two, just for a change, you thought to yourself. You opened the shop door and as you stepped into, a bell above your head made it known that someone walked into the shop, and that someone now being you. The flowers were everywhere. On the floor, shelves, walls, ceilling...

"Hello, how can I help you today?" You followed the way the sound came from, and you were greeted by a cute, smiley boy, who expected your answer.

"Um, hi.", you shyly smiled back. "I came for a flower?", you weren't sure how you should answer him what you wanted. "Well yes, apparently we have a lot of those here as you can see.", he tried to joke a little. "Which one would you like?

You weren't sure, so you looked around a little and your eyes fell onto one beautiful flower at the back of the shop. "I think I like that one." You pointed your finger at the flower with a little smile.

He looked toward the direction you were pointing and nodes his head. "Hibiscus", he smiled. "Do you know what those mean?", he asked expecting that you don't know the answer so he can give it to you. "I don't actually. What meaning does it holds?" You were curious. "Do you want only one flower or more?", he asked without answering your question. "One will do", you smiled. He gave you the flower and smiled "The meaning of this flower is rare and delicate beauty. I can see why you choose those." He said with a wink. Did he just indirectly say that you are beautiful? You weren't sure. But you for sure could feel the blush creeping on your cheeks.

You smelled the pretty flower while trying to hide your flustered face. And suddenly the atmosphere in the room started to change. Everything started to get blurry, you felt dizzy, you suddenly couldn't breath properly, the room started to rotate and those are the last things that you remember before you passed out.

Half an hour later

You started to get conscious. You slowly opened your eyes and you felt a pain at the back of your head. You weren't feeling very well. As your vision got better the first thing you saw was a worried face of the flower boy beside you. "Oh my God you're awake! I got so worried I didn't know what to do-", the poor boy started to speak in panic but you were more interested in other thing, so you had to ask. "Am I in heaven? Are you an angel?", you blurted out. The sign of relieve that you're fine broke onto his face, not late after that following the most beautiful cheeky smile you have ever seen. His big dark brown eyes bored into yours. "No, I am not. But I'm relieved that you're fine.", he laughed. "You're not?", you asked, now already disappointed with that fact.

"But you saved me and you're so pretty, and your smile too, that you cannot be just an average human being, but an angel." It was extremely stupid of you, but it had to be said. He couldn't help but laugh out loud. His laugh was so beautiful like the rest of him. "Why, thank you", he cheekily said. You tried to get up slowly,but got a little dizzy so he helped you. "Whoa, whoa, easy there. Slowly, I'll help you." He leaned to wrap his arm around your shoulder and with the other the took your left hand to help you up. As you were now sitting, you observed your surroundings. "Are we still in the shop? What happened?", you weakly asked. "Yes, we are. We're in the room at the back of the shop where staff come here to have a drink or take a rest. I got so panicked I didn't know what to do and forgot to call 911 or someone else for help, so I just sat beside you and prayed to God for you to wake up."

“And to answer your other question, I think you had allergic attack. I think you're allergic to hibiscus, that why you passed out as soon as you felt the smell of it.", he explained. "Does you head hurts?", he asked concerned, slowly stroking your hair. "It does actually."

"I hope it's not too bad. It's because of the fall and I wasn't prepared for it so I couldn't make it on time to catch you before you fell. Wait here, I'll bring you some pain killers." With that he got up and headed to the other part of the room. He opened one of the shelves at the nearest.. something like night stand?? With a glass of water.

"Here.", he handed you the glass and tablets. "Thank you...?", you wanted to thank him but you realised that you don't even know his name. He seemed to understand what you meant so he introduced himself. "Oh my God I'm so sorry. How inappropriate of me." He shakes your hand. "Moonbyul. Park Minhyuk." He smiled brightly. "But my friends call me Rocky."

"Minhyuk.", you said, likening the way his name sounded from your mouth. "Well, thank you Minhyuk. My name's Y/N." You drank your medicine and tried to slowly get up. "Where are you going?", confused Rocky asked. "Home?" It was more like a question than an answer. "But isn't it better if you stay here for a while? You still haven't recovered. That fall was kinda bad.", he pointed out. "I think I'll survive.", you giggled. "I had to be home long ago, anyway." He noded his head in understandment. "Well, let me at least get you a taxi, so I don't have to be worried if you get home safe.

"Your taxi was waiting outside the flower shop, so you made your way to the exit door slightly leaning onto Rocky for a support. You sat into the taxi seat and he told you to stay right there. You apologised to the driver, asking him for a little patience while you guys were waiting. Not a few minutes after that Rocky came out to the taxi with a beautiful smile and shiny eyes and a bouquet with a mixture of flowers. "Here.", he handed you flowers. "Thank you.", you smiled shyly. "But what for?" "No reason. I just wanted to give a beautiful flowers to a beautiful girl. And no more hibiscus for you!" He pointed his index finger at you with the other hand on his hips. Now he gave you a compliment directly and you didn't know how to react. He handed the cash to a driver and spoke to you avoiding your eyes a little. "Um, I hope I'll see you around. Bye." With that he left.

The driver started to drive at the direction of your building, and you couldn't help but smile at the memorise of that day and because of the beautiful smells that filled the car. You lowered your head to smell the flowers and your eyes caught a little card between the flowers. You took it between your fingers and read what had been written.

"Hibiscus has meaning of rare and delicate beauty, but I couldn't have give you that again. So I decided to give you a mixture of flowers with different meanings. I know you don't understand the language of flowers, but I hope you'll understand the meaning of thornless roses and variegated tulipses."

P.S. "My number's at the back of the card, I hope you'll call me ;)"

*Thornless roses - Love at first sight

*Variegated tulips - Beautiful eyes

P.S. Because I couldn’t find a flower that represents having a crush on someone, I used ‘love at first sight”. I know that it’s lame and shit, but deal with it lol. Xoxo

[ringobean]

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WILD SMUT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ADULT CONTENT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FANFICTION PART 5

Meanwhile...

!!!!!!!!!!! REALLY HOT SMUT !!!!!!!!!!!!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ADULT CONTENT !!!!!!!!!!!!!

While Ringo came to join me in my room, my roommates stayed in the living room to talk a little more with the boys. Michelle had returned to her room, she had a boyfriend remained in Paris in France, but she couldn't help but find Paul really cute, so she would prefer to put a distance to not crack to flirt with a stranger and cheat on her boyfriend, but Paul hadn't been insensitive to Michelle's beauty either, and he was determined to make her yield. In everyday life, before the coming of the boys today, having turned the tide of history, Michelle was totally a fan of Paul, like his mother who gave her that name because she found the song "Michelle" absolutely adorable and a nod to France. I think if she had a single idea of ​​what was going on and the Beatles hadn't been erased from her memory, she would have been in the same state as me with Ringo. Paul joined her in her room, leaving George and John with Luna and Eline, she stopped him immediately saying that she had a boyfriend, Paul sat down on the edge of the bed and with a smirk, he said with a wink:

"And so what, I didn't ask you to marry me or become your new boyfriend, I just want to get to know you better."

"you want me to believe that you came to join me only to discuss", she said with a laugh.

"Yes, I will not force you to do something that you don't want! Even though i noticed that I seem to be your kind of guy."

She lowered her head blushing,

"it's true that I find you pretty cute, but that's all" she said to reassure herself and keep control of the situation.

"So you are French, I like France, John invited me to Paris last year for his birthday, it's a very beautiful city."

"Oh, you've already been to Paris, but the city has changed a lot since the 60s, you know"

"I see, like Liverpool, Michelle, ma belle, wait, Michelle, ma belle, These are words that go together well."

"You speak French?"

"No, i only know few words"

"In french we say: ce sont des mots qui vont bien ensemble"

"Wait, wait, Im gonna write it on my little notebook to remember, as soon as I find an idea or a quote that I like it i write it in my little notebook, it helps me to give me ideas to compose my songs."

"Are you going to write a song for me?"

"I don't know we'll see, maybe you'll hear it someday if I get back to my era, or soon here, if I get stuck in 2019."

she approached him to kiss him on the cheek, she took his hand and told him

"I really hope you can go home,

(Y / N) said you'll be the biggest rock band of all time, and I'm apparently a fan of you in the parallel universe, too bad I can't remember."

"yeah too bad otherwise you'll let me go further with you"

"If i havn't got a boyfriend, i'll"

"Can i kiss you?"

"I just told you that I have a boyfriend"

"Come on, it's just a little kiss, we will not see each other again soon if I can leave, just a little kisse in memory"

How can she resist with his angelic face, with his innocent little look and his long lashes.

Then she put her lips on his, she felt ashamed and weak, but he was so damn cute. He grabbed the back of her head to make the kiss more intense. The noises coming from my room should'nt help them to keep calm.

"it looks like there are two who are having a good time in the next room" he laughed.she nodded embarrassed and a little bit horny.

"she really loves him, I hope that she will not be too heartbroken when you'll leave and that he doesn't play with her, he looks so arrogant and selfasure."

"No, Ringo isn't that kind of guy, he looks like a nasty boy, but he's really a good guy, he's even the nicest of us."

"And you, what kind of guy are you?"

"whatever you want me to be"

he kissed her again, but this time she dragged him with her to lie on the bed. My loud moans and Paul's charm made her lose control.

"I want you Paul"

"Are you sure, love? And your boyfriend?"

"He'll never know it, it will be our secret, i really want you, you drive me so crazy, i can't resist"

"message received, you don't have to tell me twice, i want you too"

they undressed kissing passionately, he climbed on her, then began to caress her clit, then slide a finger in her.

"oh please, no Paul, i don't need your fingers, i really need you now, please fuck me"

"Woow what a dirty girl, your wish is my command"

he penetrated her with vigor, and didn't waste time pounding her with all his strength.

"Oh, yes Paul fuck me faster, it's so good"

"Goddamn, i have wish to fuck your little cunt since i saw you this morning with this tiny nightdress"

"I love so much your cock, please fuck me harder baby"

she plunged her nails into his skin she was completely mad with desire for him.

he came out of her at once.

"Paul what are you doing, we haven't finished?"

"turn, you'll feel my cock even stronger"

she turned around and then got down on her knees while arching her back as much as possible, so he grabbed her by the waist and sank into her violently, she cried with pleasure.

"Oh fuck Paul, its too good."

"I love so much your little ass, love"

and he spanked her ass while he smashed her pussy.

"Oh, yeah spank me Daddy, i love it"

"what a dirty little slut you are,

I thought you were a wise little girl"

and he spanked her again.

"Oh im cumming Daddy"

she felt orgasm invade her body, out of breath she told him she wanted him to cum in her mouth. He came out of her again and fucked her little mouth until he cum. She swallowed the whole thing, looking him straight in the eye.

they lie down exhausted.

"It was so good paul, you fuck me so well"

"you were not bad either" taking her in his arms.

"you fucked me better than my boyfriend, how sad that you got to go home"

"haha glad to know it, in any case I think I could never forget that night ma belle Michelle."

"You're so cute when you try to speak french"

He kissed her and soon they fall asleep.

[misfit-among-the-angels]

*of course it will be pretty* I’m a very lucky man then. *he smiles and squeezes your hand* *well maybe the kiss wasn’t the most surprising thing he could’ve done* You know I like a challenge, although maybe there are limits to this one. *he likes to gently check because sometimes you’re struck by overthinking, and he’s gotten his answer that you’re doing fine* *he likes your enthusiasm about the plushie* Ok, we’ll have to brainstorm it. *he was planning on doing something once in the bedroom, but you beat him to it and he makes a sound as you bite his lip and push him against the wall* *how has he let you take advantage of the teasing game so much?* Hey Honey, oof. Couldn’t wait, huh? *he gets out some words before you really get going on his neck* *he makes another noise and gets his hands on you too, under your sweatshirt the same as you’re doing to him* Mmm, I’m liking this birthday surprise. Love when you take control, Honey. *his hands travel up and squeeze your breasts while he steps one of his legs forward between your legs* *he’s just getting into it when you step away and he’s left breathing heavily against the wall* *he hears the request to leave his marks visible for everyone to see and also for him to give you some too and he shivers and smirks* *he stalks after you, letting you get into the bedroom before he closes the door and tugs your arm to turn you around and pushes you not quite as gently but not hard enough to hurt against the door with your back to him and head turned to the side* *he smirks and grabs your arms to hold them above your head and he bites your ear and growls into it* Can’t let my Honey keep advantage too long. It’s my turn now. *he easily pulls off your sweatshirt in a few seconds because your arms are up and presses your chest against the door* *then he pushes his leg between yours again so you either have to sit on it or stand on your tiptoes* *you’re lucky he isn’t much taller than you or it would be even harder* How are you feeling now, Honey? *his voice is all growly and he starts marking your neck like you did to him* -Tobi

You are and I'm also very lucky to be with you. *i squeeze it back. I have to giggle a bit* Yeah, we wouldn't have to get in an accident just because we're doing something naughty. *i know and it's cute when he does something like that. He knows that i love plushies, especially after i introduced Fluff, Tiger and Wolfie to him. I probably thought something will happen in the bedroom too but his kiss gave me the idea and i couldn't help myself. He likes it a lot and he likes when I'm in control and apparently today i have the mood to be in control. I smile against his neck when he manages to talk but instead of responding i give all the attention to his neck. I hum as i feel his hands too. I smile more in between all the kisses and bites. Of course my body longs for his touch so the squeeze gives me goosebumps, especially feeling his ring touching my skin as the metal is cooler it feels very nice. I can tell he's getting into it very fast so it's even more "evil" to step away. But oh he looks so hot looking like this. It's so hard to resist the urge to just continue, but this was meant to be a tease after all. I knew the words will do a good effect. I was expecting something to happen but wasn't expecting him to change his moods so quickly. He moves me so easily, but i like being manhandled by him and i find myself being pushed against the door. I can feel how hot I'm getting and i wiggle a bit. I'm already breathing heavily even if nothing happened yet. Of course i got turned on before and marking him was a little bit of tease for me as well but this is even hotter. Because my head is turned to the side i can see a bit of him and i can see him smirking. Hearing him growing and talking like this makes me shiver and i let out a sound, is it a whimper, or maybe a whine or a moan. My sweatshirt is gone in second and i make a noise and shiver when my skin and chest and nipples makes a contact with cool surface of the door. I feel his leg getting in between mine and soon i realize i can't really just stand. Tiptoes doesn't really work as i know i won't be able to stand like that for a while, so i just sit on it. I get a breath out when i do that because i can feel my more than a damp panties. I smile as it is sweet that he checks how i am even in this situation. It's hard to find the right words though*Mmm, I'm loving this.. I know i did a good job by teasing you. Mm, I might need to tease you more though. *it takes me a bit to say it as I'm breathing heavily. I can't help but shiver and moan when i feel his lips on my neck. But i also smile because i can tell my words worked*