#American greeting cards are unbelievable.

[jejciu]

Birthday card from the "I love toilet bowl water!" category

[msbigredmachine]

Coming In London (Jey Uso/OC)

A date night for the ages across the pond. Post-Money in the Bank 2023. Jey Uso/OC one-shot.

Warnings: SMUT

Word count: 5.5k

A/N: New Edition's 'Can You Stand The Rain' was my muse for this fic. It kinda fit. I'm not weird I promise.

Enjoy!

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Money in the Bank was so much fun! 

Zainab had attended a number of WWE shows with some great audiences in the past couple of years, but there was something about the atmosphere in the O2 Arena that could not be replicated elsewhere. They were on fire all night, especially for the main event, yet another one her boyfriend and his twin brother were headlining this year. Watching him feed off the fans’ energy and tear it up with his three brothers was mesmerizing. Emotions ran high afterwards and she ended up hanging out in the hotel lounge with the Bloodline and several other Superstars till the early hours of Sunday morning. It was hard to fall asleep with how happy everyone was about the great show they’d put on.

Jey was still passed out at breakfast time, buried beneath the white sheets of the plush bed of their hotel suite. Deciding not to disturb him, Zainab went alone, and ran into Jimmy and Roman at the buffet table. They were still buzzing from last night. As she kept them company, she noticed there was something else exciting them. They kept checking their phones, smiling from ear to ear and sharing secret looks. Her curiosity was piqued, but before she could press for more info, both men finished up their breakfast and quickly kissed her goodbye before leaving for their flights back home.

When she returned to her man, he was awake but still in bed, with his phone in his hands, the sheets pooled around his waist and his hair all disheveled and sexy. Damn, he looked so good. Like, “I woke up like this” kinda good.

“Morning, sexy. Hope you didn’t miss me too much,” she greeted, giggling when he yanked her down to the bed the moment she was within reach, almost knocking off her glasses. She accepted his soft, gentle kisses as his arms wrapped around her. He tasted like mint, like he’d just brushed his teeth. “I brought you a couple of muffins, a banana and some yogurt. How ya feelin’?”

“Like I been hit by a damn truck,” he murmured, sitting up to rest his back against the headboard while keeping his hold on her waist. “How was breakfast?”

“Good. Your twin and Roman were there. They were acting real sus. Kept smilin’ all wide and shit and checking their phones like you’re doing now. Who are y’all gossiping about?”

“Haha, no one, babe. We just goofin’ around.” Clearing his throat and putting his phone away, he smoothly changed the subject. “Date night at the London Eye is a go. Tonight gon’ be lit, baybeee.”

Zainab pursed her lips and adopted her most neutral expression. “Are you sure we’ll be able to go? You still look really tired.”

Jey couldn’t hold back his laugh at her faux concern. “Z, I’m good. We goin’. Don’t know why you so scared.”

“You know I don’t like heights, Mr. Day One Ish,” she rolled her eyes.

“Last time I was in London, I went on the ride. The view was unbelievable and I told myself I’d take you there if we ever got the chance. Don’t be a scaredy cat. I’ll keep you safe, I promise.”

Whenever his mind was set on something, he went through with it no matter what. Since he only wanted to show her a good time, she decided to indulge him. “Fine. Bianca invited me for afternoon tea. Imma do a little shopping afterwards, maybe get my nails done too. I’ll be back in time for tonight.”

Jey reached for his wallet and handed her his black American Express card. “Here. Go crazy with it. Just make sure you look sexy for me tonight.”

Zainab sighed dramatically and plucked the hard plastic from between his fingers, previous back-and-forths reminding her that he would not take no for an answer. “You spoil me too much, babe.”

She tried to sound stern, but that smile he loved was bright and happy, and he couldn’t stop himself from stealing another kiss. “For you, baby, ain’t no such thing as too much.” He meant it. She had him sprung, head over heels for her. He would give her the world if she asked for it. She worked so hard on the daily and she deserved to be spoiled and pampered all the time.

Zainab’s fingers trailed over his pec tattoo as a fiendish idea came to her. “Hmm. Would you like something in return then, Daddy? It’ll be unfair for you to do all the giving.”

“Well, if you insist…” he rasped, taking her hand and putting it between his legs, making her cup him through the sheets. His other hand curled dangerously around her neck, squeezing lightly, watching the flame of desire ignite in her gorgeous eyes, “...You can gimme that throat.”

His gruff demand, topped by his darkened irises and his bottom lip tucked between his teeth, had her pussy purring. She drew the sheets off him and exposed his mouth-watering erection. Adjusting her frame on the bed, she closed her fist around his dick, leaning down to flick her tongue over the slit of his head, and her smirk widened when a sharp hiss escaped him. 

“Whatever Daddy wants, Daddy gets,” she said to him with a wink, licking him one more time. As her mouth sank lower down his shaft, Jey felt his bones melt, and he laid back with a relaxed sigh and let her work her magic on him.

Today was going to be a great day.

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The weather was nice, mostly sunny with none of the infamous London rain showers in sight, thank God. After tea at the highly esteemed Fortnum & Mason, she headed out to the High Street with Bianca Belair to find a knockout outfit for tonight. The odds were in her favor as she quickly found a pair of heels that would rock her man’s world once he saw them. That inspired her to search for an equally stunning dress, and several stores later, she came across one that made even notoriously-hard-to-impress Bianca’s jaw drop. So that was settled. Next stop was Agent Provocateur. The store was stacked with so many beautiful designs of lingerie, it was tough to choose. With Bianca’s approval, Zainab finally settled on a blood-red, backless lace push-up bra and matching thong. She was highly impressed with the amount of cleavage the bra afforded her and how the color made her skin pop. She looked forward to watching it get torn apart by her boyfriend tonight.  

Her predictions were headed in the right direction, as said boyfriend was already drooling before they left their suite for dinner. “Damn, girl. I ain't sure I wanna let you leave this room no more,” Jey drawled, resting his hands on her shapely hips. “You look good enough to eat, baby.”

Laughing as he tugged her backwards right up against his crotch, Zainab didn’t take her eyes off the mirror as she bumped him away with her backside. “Down, boy, before you make me drop my contact lens. This was your idea so we’re going. But who knows?” She locked darkened eyes with him through the round shaped mirror and twerked her ass for his benefit. “If I enjoy myself, I’ll be sure to let you…eat me…later tonight.”

Damn. “We’re gonna have an awesome time tonight, later and afterwards,” he declared loudly and confidently, finishing with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows that made her laugh. Her boyfriend could be so goofy sometimes.

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Dinner was quiet and intimate, and Zainab couldn't help but feel loved up and romantic as her man kept sweeping her off her feet. He was super attentive and she was enjoying the attention and their playful banter. She loved that he topped up her wine glass whenever it emptied, loved that he fed her the last piece of his steak. Being together like this was really nice; thanks to their busy careers, this kind of alone time was a luxury, one neither Jey nor Zainab took for granted.

The walk from the food market to the world famous ferris wheel was thankfully a short one. Zainab beamed as she entered the structure known as Cupid’s Pod and was greeted with rows of red roses and candles decorating the enclosure.

The ride came with a complimentary bottle of Rosé Champagne and a luxury box of Pink Champagne Truffles, set up on the wooden oval bench in the middle of the pod. Jey was right about the views from inside the London Eye. They were unbelievable, overlooking the boats gliding along the River Thames and several high rise buildings. The higher they went, the quieter it became, save for the personalized playlist playing softly in the background. Snuggled up with Jey on the bench, Zainab sipped some more champagne, indulged in some chocolate and basked in the ambience and the safety of her man's arms, which currently were around her waist, the heat of his body pressed against her from behind. His soft lips dispensed tender kisses along the curve of her neck, eliciting a small, welcoming moan from her at his gentle caresses. 

“You so damn fine, girl,” he complimented, pressing more kisses to her skin, absorbing her intoxicating scent. “I’m glad you’re in London with me.”

“Thank you, my love. I’m glad I’m here with you too,” she smiled up at him, lazily rubbing his thigh.

“We met on this day two years ago. Do you remember?” he asked.

Zainab sighed dreamily, her eyes closed as she nuzzled her face against his. “Like it was yesterday.”

“Mm-hmm. I also remember your stubborn ass ain’t want nothin’ to do with me.”

“I told you why. I dated a soccer player and a basketball player. They both put me through some shit. Didn’t want to deal with another athlete.”

"Naw, baby girl. None of them dudes was right for you, that's all," Jey stated matter-of-factly, his toothy smirk showing off his silver jeweled grill.

“Ha, ‘course you’d say that.” Their romance was a slow burn, as both were still struggling with recent personal heartbreak when they first met. But their deep attraction to one another was something neither could stop themselves from exploring. When he was still working in the Thunderdome, he would make the trip to Fort Lauderdale to see her after the show every Friday night so they could bond and get to know each other better. They didn't even start sleeping together right away, because they were more interested in learning about each other first. When he resumed traveling, Zainab was sure that she would never hear from him again. But nothing changed. Not a day went by when he didn’t call her; a month did not pass without them meeting up at least once. She had been afraid of falling for him, but it was impossible not to. The man was beautiful, inside and out; not without his flaws and bad habits, but who wasn’t? 

At first, she wasn’t sure how long they would last, given his crazy schedule and his history, along with her own bad breakups. But somehow she shelved all those fears and worked with him to strengthen their relationship. The fact that they were now one of the few couples in their circle still going strong to this day, meant they were doing something right. 

She studied his features as he took her hands in his. There was a nervous energy about him tonight he'd been trying to conceal, but it only felt more palpable now. “You okay, baby?” she queried. 

“Any regrets? Ya know, gettin' with me?” he asked, his voice quiet and shy.

She made a show of thinking about it. “About two or three, maybe,” she shrugged, and burst into laughter at his bombastic side-eye. “I’m just playin’,” she chortled, nudging him playfully. “We’ve had our ups and downs like any other couple, but it’s been incredible. I won't change a thing. You're an amazing boyfriend, Jey.”

“You’re amazing, Z. You’re a special person, and you been so good to me these past couple of years. I love you.” He smiled at her, and she couldn’t help but shiver at the intensity in his eyes. 

“I love you too.” The feeling was still so surreal after all this time. Every time he said those words to her, she had to catch her breath. She knew about what he had endured in his past and how long it took for him to open up again. Knowing that he felt this way about her made her heart swell. She had never felt as happy and as loved as she did with him.

The moment stretched with them gazing lovingly into each other's eyes. Zainab raised his hand to her lips and placed a soft kiss across his knuckles. With that same hand, Jey caressed her cheek, down to her jaw, cupping her chin. His thumb softly rubbed across her bottom lip. Boldly, she sucked the tip into her mouth, her heated stare locked on him, and he could not resist replacing his thumb with his lips, feeding her with warm, languid kisses that made her lady bits clench and her toes curl. 

Their little make out session was interrupted by the British A.I. woman’s voice announcing that they were at the very top of London. Jey reluctantly released Zainab and helped her to her feet. “The best of all the views is right here, babe. Take a look.” He pointed, gently rotating her and stepping back.

Summoning enough courage to go closer to the railings she’d been avoiding all evening, she cast a cautious glance out at the wondrous skyline before her. “You know what? I think I’m getting used to the height now,” she agreed, turning back around for his rebuttal.

Jey was down on one knee. A little velvet box was open in his hands with a sparkling diamond ring shining out of it.

Zainab burst out laughing and covered her face. “Oh my god you asshole! Are you fuckin’ serious?!”

Jey feigned hurt. “I know your ass ain’t cussin’ me out while I’m about to propose to you, woman,” he exclaimed, watching her walk away with her hands still on her face. He could hear her laughter gradually disintegrate, and when her shoulders began to shake with sobs, his eyes prickled. “Z…Baby, come here, I got somethin’ I wanna ask you,” he called out softly to her.

She was sure she was dreaming. It was a struggle processing this overwhelming surge of happiness, a happiness that only Jey Uso made her feel. She had to sit back down because her legs were shaking. She would definitely fall over and ruin this beautiful moment he'd clearly worked hard to set up. Luckily, Jey was kneeling before her, his hand resting on her thigh while holding up the ring to her. Her tears flowed freely, but he was there to wipe each one away, being there for her as he had been for the last two years.

“Fuck, I had a whole speech planned out and shit,” he whispered, his own voice clogged with emotion, “But now I got nothing, except that I’m so in love with you, baby. You changed my life, and I wanna be with you for the rest of it. Thank you for teaching me how to love again. Zainab Ortega, my queen, my love, will you marry me?”

Tears kept streaming down her cheeks, threatening to ruin her makeup as she stared at the man she loved more than anything in the whole world. She had only one answer. “Of course. Yes, yes I will,” she replied without hesitation, nodding enthusiastically as she watched him slide the stunning diamond ring on her finger. It fit perfectly.  

Jey’s head was spinning. He never thought he’d be in this position so soon after Nisha. He thought he would never find love again. The morning Nisha breathed her last breath, he all but lost his will to wrestle, to function, to live. Never did he imagine that just eighteen months later, at a fundraiser to combat the disease that took his wife, he would meet someone else that made his heart flutter again, that caused his skin to sprout goosebumps with just a smile. At first, he felt so guilty and so ashamed of his feelings. But before her passing, Nisha had made him promise to move on, to open his heart again if he ever found the right woman. 

So he did. Allowed himself to fall in love one more time. He couldn’t believe he’d found such a beautiful, caring, patient, sexy ass woman like Zainab. Her kind soul, her perennial optimism and her zest for life inspired him to push on with his own. Now, his career was thriving and he was in the best shape of his life. In so many ways, she saved his life. Putting a ring on her finger made all the sense in the world to him. With this, everything between them would become that much more final, much more complete. 

Zainab stared down at her finger in complete awe. “It's so pretty! I can’t believe it. This must have been such a difficult step to take, baby,” she said, looking at him.

“At first, it was,” he confessed, wiping the corners of his eyes with the pad of his thumb. “But then I quickly realized how much in love I was with you, and I couldn’t live without you. I got that ring made two months ago, ma. This weekend wasn’t gonna go by without me poppin’ the question. Nisha will always be in my heart, but it’s you and me now, Z.”

She nodded in understanding and pulled him close, pressing her lips against his. “I would be honored to be your wife. I love you so much. Thank you.” She was literally on top of the world. She would never forget this trip to London, ever.

They spent the next ten minutes calling up family and friends to tell them the good news and show off her brand new engagement ring. There were a lot of happy tears and a lot of love. Apparently everyone had been waiting for this day to come. Roman and Jimmy had merely grinned proudly, and just as Zainab suspected, they both knew that this was going down tonight, which was why they’d been so cryptic and secretive at breakfast. Jey and Zainab were so happy to have the support of both their wonderful families.

She couldn’t stop fawning over the sizable diamond glowing on her ring finger. “Baby, this rock is so big.”

“Thought you liked big things,” Jey teased with a light squeeze of her waist, flashing her a knowing wink. 

“You know first-hand that I do. Oh my god, Jey…we're getting married!”

“Mm-hmm. I’m so fuckin’ lucky, babe, you have no idea,” he gushed. He cupped the side of her face and bent down to kiss her, gently at first, then harder, leaning into her. Zainab ran her hands up the bulge of his biceps, moaning into his mouth when his tongue lashed against hers and his hand slid over her ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

“You know, proposing to you wasn’t the only thing I imagined doing in this here pod,” he said.

One look at the heat in his eyes made her understand right away. “No. You wouldn’t.”

“That a dare, baby?” He moved his mouth down to her neck, a small groan rumbling through him as he nipped and licked her skin. It served as the perfect distraction for his hands to slip under her dress and massage the round, ample globes of her backside. 

“Babe, people can see us,” Zainab gasped, but melted into his arms anyway, “We’re gonna get in trouble. There’s cameras in here-”

“Fuck the cameras,” Jey dismissed. His penetrating stare shot tremors down her spine. "Do you know how fuckin’ hot you look tonight? Do you know the nasty shit I wanna do to you right now?”

She could already tell with the bulge pressing insistently against her. But she wanted to hear him say it. She couldn't quite think straight anyway. She wouldn't have been able to stop him if her life had depended on it. "Tell me, Daddy," she moaned.

"You drive me crazy when you dress up like this, baby, all sexy and provocative and shit…I seen dem thirsty ass motherfuckers at dinner, starin’ at you, wishing you were theirs...I wanted to bend your fine ass over our table and give you this dick in front of everybody. Let ‘em all know you mine."

“I will always be yours,” she whispered. "Always."

He walked her back to the bench, sitting down and pulling her to sit on him. As always, she fit perfectly on his lap, her ass resting between his muscular thighs. They hugged and kissed, his eager hands all over her body while she rocked back and forth against his hard erection. He took his time maneuvering her dress up to her waist, caressing her thighs the whole way and amplifying her already rabid need for him to be inside her. His fingers dipped beneath the lace edge of her panties, finding her wet and ready for him. He teased gently, lightly stroking her pussy lips, causing her to moan into his mouth. He knew just how to touch her, knew exactly how to make her body react to his every whim.

His hands slipped upwards to rest over her delectable bosom. “This a pretty ass bra, ma. You got it for me?”

“Yes, Daddy. You like it?” she asked. Jey answered her question by freeing her breasts from the confines like he was opening up a present. Her titties were nice and plump and made his mouth water. He eagerly took a nipple in his mouth and sucked while he massaged the other one.

“Baby…” she whimpered, hesitancy thick in her voice. 

“Z…” he growled, his lips giving her nipple a quick, audibly wet tug that momentarily short-circuited her brain, “Unless you tellin’ me to fuck you harder, ion wanna hear it.”

His mouth covered hers before she could speak again, and this time she completely surrendered to him, allowing his tongue to slide in and wrestle with hers to a no-contest. She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants to get access to him. As she pulled him out of his briefs and dragged her palm up and down the hard, smooth length of his cock, she gasped as he immediately tugged her new lace panties to the side and lowered her down onto him. The stretch was incredible, and they both moaned. She looked at her new fiancé, who sported a sexy smirk on his lips, watching her mouth fall open as she sat all the way down on his long, hard dick. They’d had sex many, many times together, but each time something new was awakened in her, even more so now as it occurred to her that anyone in the surrounding capsules could take a close look through the darkness and see what was happening. Her heart pounded in her chest in anticipation. She couldn’t believe this was actually happening, but she wasn’t going to stop it. 

She moved on top of him, moaning as his dick twitched inside her, welcomed by her warm depths. He grabbed her breasts again, kneading them expertly, which made her bite her bottom lip harder than intended. When he pinched her nipples, her back arched and her head hung back. His long fingers then met her waist as he leaned in to suckle her throat and smell her, basking in the pleasure and feral desperation in her voice. Her thighs locked around his hips, giving her a little leverage to lift herself up and down on him with ease. She was dripping but still so tight around him thanks to how endowed he was. 

“Damn, baby…keep ridin’ me like this and you gon’ be a mama in nine months,” Jey choked out, his eyes rolling back as she kept grinding herself on him, squeezing her walls snugly around his cock. “Imma give you all the babies, fuck, you feel so good…”

He already put a ring on it. Babies were the next step, surely. The thought of conceiving his child on the night of their wildest sexcapade yet, aroused her to no end. “Hmm, then breed me, Daddy,” Zainab groaned. Threading her fingers through his hair, she gave him a kiss so passionate that he moaned into her mouth, he then forced her to do the same when he smacked her ass, the sharp sting zipping down to her loins. The bench was not comfortable, but they were so into it, and the ambience was so romantic and sexy, that neither of them cared. 

“Unnnhhh god, baby,” she whined with her lips parted over his own, tasting his heavy breaths, “Shit, you feel so good inside me.”

"I can see that, you creamin’ all over me,” Jey looked down at her gyrating hips with a smirk. Her creamy mess had visibly smeared his exposed gray-colored briefs. “You love this dick, don't you, baby?" he taunted, flicking his tongue over her lips.

“Yes Daddy.”

“I know you do. Fuck me, beautiful, bounce on this dick.” His moans had dissolved to primal growls now, mingling with the soft music and the wet, slapping sounds of their lovemaking. She pushed him down flat on his back, and the surprise on his handsome features evaporated when she began riding him harder, taking his dick deeper inside her with each drop down, with each salacious roll of her backside. Her moans mingled with his groans as he started to bounce her himself, his hands clutching the meat of her hips, moving her more vigorously up and down. His pouty lips were parted and gasping in stereo with hers as he made her fuck him, that big dick meeting the sweetest of her spots. 

“Shit, Daddy, that dick in me!” she groaned. The atmosphere was so incredibly hot, she buried her face in his neck, moaning her pleasure as she felt herself start to tingle and throb. "Oh, fuck, Jey, I'm gonna come,” she breathed heavily, her voice vanishing into thin air as she bounced harder and faster on his dick, hunting down that potent high. She nearly lost her balance as it seized her, a glorious cascade of orgasm, her thighs quivering and skin humming as the explosion eviscerated her senses.

She felt him sit back upright and rise to his feet with her still in his arms, his mouth moving against hers with more purpose than usual. It wasn’t until she felt something cool and hard pressing against her bare back that she finally broke the kiss out of curiosity. Looking behind her, her heart stopped cold inside her chest.

Jey had pressed her directly against the clear glass wall of the capsule, with nothing below her but the twinkling lights of London. Zainab screamed and squirmed against his body, her head spinning with both fear and the remnants of her orgasm as she struggled to get away from the glass.

"Jesus! Fuck, Jey, what…" 

"Hey, hey, shhh," he whispered, keeping a careful hold around her trembling frame. His lips swept tenderly over her jawline as he tried to keep her calm. She was shaking, her arms and legs gripping him with the strength of a boa constrictor. "Breathe for me, Zainab. Look at me. Look at me."

She twisted her face away from the view, her pretty eyes wide and frightened. 

“I-I-I…”

“Calm down for me baby. Relax.” His mouth brushed along her throat, doing his part to quell her nerves. Her squirms subsided, but only a little. He could tell she still wanted to get away, but he kept her body firmly secured between himself and the glass. “Do you trust me?”

Right now, on the cusp of grave danger, she wasn’t so sure she did. “Yeah,” she finally ground out.

“Then you know I’ll never let anything happen to you. I gotchu.”

His kiss was gentle but insistent and full of reassurance. She felt his hand sneak along her hip, then the sharp tug of her panties pressing into her skin, and a tearing sound and the flimsy material falling away. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him tuck the ruined undergarment into his back pocket. Keeping his body flush against hers, he molded her bare ass cheeks in his hands, grinding against her for a few seconds before sliding his dick back home. She clenched around his girth immediately, greedily, and Jey groaned softly as he worked himself into her with slow, winding circles that touched every single sweet spot her pussy possessed. He was a tight fit, always was. It felt so good that she couldn’t stop the moans that spilled from her lips.

“You like that, huh? Daddy’s gotchu,” he said, repeating the action again and again. He stared with wonder in his eyes at his love, the most wonderful woman in the world. “You so beautiful, baby. I love you so much.” Placing another gentle, calming kiss on her lips, he increased his pace. Zainab did what she could to block out the very real threat of the deathly drop behind her and focus on her fiancé now pounding into her. The sound of his body meeting hers was almost deafening in the exposed enclosure.

“Damn, Z, you soppin’ wet. I knew you’d like this shit. Love this pussy so much.” His expression was one of lust-filled triumph as he studied her face, the parting of her lips panting for him, goading him to angle his hips and fuck her harder and deeper, bottoming her out. “This turnin’ you on, huh, your ass and titties out, all of London watching you take my big dick…”

With another whimpering moan, her head rocked back against the glass as she felt her climax creep closer again. Her eyes fluttered shut as her nerves settled and more erogenous sensations took over. Her legs tensed around his waist as she rotated her hips in rhythm with his thrusts, each one pressing her ass deeper against the glass, making her wetter and wetter and bringing her closer to succumbing to that euphoric feeling that only her man, now her betrothed, could give her. Her breath was stolen from her as his dick continued to toy with her g-spot, his grunts and gasps warming her neck, her pussy walls quivering and rippling around his girth in reaction. “Fuck, Jey, right there…Mmm fuck, you ‘boutta make me come again!”

Holding his girl in place with his big strong hands, Jey intensified his strokes, his gruff voice grunting with the effort. "You fuckin’ right, baby, gimme that nut,” he mumbled, himself starting to unravel from the near-crippling pleasure. “Give it to me cuz it’s mine. Drain your pussy all over my dick."

Zainab hugged him even tighter, her nails digging through his shirt and into his back as her moans devolved to whimpers, and the faster he thrust into her, the further their bodies seemed to plunge from the same dizzying heights as the capsule they were in. She cried out as her release tore her apart, her walls suffocating his cock. Jey was right behind her, his guttural groan at the pulse of her throat, his dick lodged in the back of her pussy as he came just as hard for her. Desperately, she clenched around him, taking it all, milking him for everything he had as the world seemingly collapsed around them.

Seconds later, the A.I. woman’s voice popped up again to announce that the ride was descending in ten minutes. Jey leaned in for a breathless kiss as he pulled out of her and finally edged her away from the glass. She clung to him as he carried her back to the bench. He pulled wet wipes seemingly out of nowhere and cleaned her up, sharing more kisses with her while helping each other redress. 

“You good?” he asked, smoothing her hair back into place and drawing her legs onto his lap.

Zainab nodded, biting her lip as the last of her climax rippled between her squeezed thighs. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

“You loved it though,” he said, his deep voice seductively low as he stroked her thigh. “Don’t lie to Daddy now. I could tell you loved every second, you got so wet for me, babe...”

There was so much amusement and cockiness and love in his eyes. All for her. “You always make me wet, Daddy,” she admitted, glancing back at the sheet of glass she’d been trapped against just moments ago. She had to give him his props for his highly unique sense of adventure. “You think we’ll still be this lit after we’re married?” she questioned.

“Ay, as long as we work on it, together, like we been doin’, and we don’t let none of that outside noise creep in…we’ll be good. That’s what I want for us, Z.”

She liked that answer a lot. It was what she wanted, too. “I made you a promise earlier that if I enjoyed myself, you can eat me when we get back. My offer still stands,” she noted, batting her long lashes at him.

Jey smiled like the cat who got the cream. Literally. Picking out a truffle from the box, he popped it into his mouth and licked up the morsel that stained his finger.

“Mmm. I bet this goes great with pussy,” he commented with a sly smirk.

Fuck. Zainab’s throat went dry and her body instantly flooded with heat, despite having been thoroughly fucked just minutes ago. “You might be right,” she uttered back.

The capsule finally came to a safe stop on the ground, bringing the ride to an end. Jey and Zainab settled for a few more chocolatey smooches as the pod's doors opened. Expecting to be confronted about their antics by someone in authority, they were relieved when no one approached. The newly-engaged couple walked out hand in hand with big dreamy smiles on their faces, eager to retreat to their far more private hotel suite to continue their raunchy celebrations.

They took the box of chocolates with them…for research purposes, of course.

THE END

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sorry if this is a bit much but can i please request a female reader having a secret crush on souda & putting love letters into his locker? and then souda finds out its her and confesses? tysm!

Kazuichi Souda with fem! Reader that has a secret crush on him

Ya’ll are so creative this is so cute yes yes yes this is gonna get a lil cliche just bc it’s me and i’m outta pocket rn it’s 23:00 deal with me for now

I was gonna americanize it but I really wanted to go with my comfort of calling him Souda instead of Kazuichi - so on that note - does Hope’s Peak Academy have getabako’s????? Does anyone know??? Bc istg those kids wear their outside shoes in that academy.... maybe only the reserve course wears the indoor slippers LMAO.

Also btw am i the only one who liek??? Am I tripping or does my tumblr not notify me when my asks are answered? Bc when I checked the accounts of the people, my ask was posted, but I didn’t get a notification ya’ll am I tripping or.

-Mod Souda

Once again, you spend most of your class time with color pencils, coloring the edges of the paper you wrote on that morning. You shade in hearts, lollipops, and cute things of the sorts.

The writing, in perfect pen, just compliments him on the kind things about him. His beautiful smile, his joyful laugh... oh, just everything you love about him!

Even thinking about him makes your chest all fuzzy, plus a little twing of anxiety.

You have started putting love letters on his shoes in the getabako, which is a fine venting system to get your feelings out directly but anonymously, but when will you get tired of it? 

Putting your love letters in such a dirty area is disgusting on your behalf, too, but it’s better than risking it to try and put them on his desk.

It’s not going to satisfy your need for communication for much longer.

He’s also obsessed with Sonia, which isn’t a plus on your behalf. Just thinking about it gives you a headache. 

Souda, make it make sense!

You sigh through your nose once the bell rings. Pack up the color pencils and wait for him to put on his shoes and leave. That’s easy. 

Just like every other day.

He talks with Tanaka when he walks, passing your classroom. You distinguish his voice immediately.

It’s interesting, actually. The two of you have almost never talked. Well, maybe a bit.

You’re a nice friend of one of his classmates, so when you often get free time after school, you can sneak your way into the bunch.

Every conversation with him is ingrained into your memory. You couldn’t stop being amazed by him! His hair, his smile, his eyes. You complimented it all!

Now, you follow their voices down the hall, waving bye to your peers while slipping the note in your book bag.

Thoughts start to slip into your mind. What if he is going to start waiting by his getabako? Has he planted one of his friends to try and spy you out?

Maybe places them there isn’t safe anymore.

Or you’re just being overly suspicious. Jeez, this is all too overwhelming!

After putting on your shoes, you look over. His locker is void of people after all. 

Again, you put the note on his slippers before walking away.

How embarrassing.

The next morning, you wake up early to get ready for school. 

And then, you take time to start writing your love letter of the day.

Your mind seems to be occupied recently with Souda Kazuichi. Is that really healthy? 

Maybe you should start focusing on other things.

You should paint your nails. Yes, that’ll help!

What color does Souda like? He does like pink, doesn’t he? Pink will do then.

Sitting, with music playing softly in your house, you paint your nails a vibrant shade of pink while the sun begins to open up in the morning sky.

Being slow isn’t exactly your whole deal. So you were cautious enough to paint your nails after getting all ready. And with wet nails, you pack your halfway written letter and head out the door.

You blow on your nails the entire time there, whining once you notice the smudges on some of your fingers. Embarrassing! You should have spent more time to wait for them to dry. 

It doesn’t matter all that much anyways. Not like anyone will notice your nails.

Souda is putting on his shoes by the time you get there. Around the same time, how romantic.

You smile a bit.

“Hey, Y/N!” He greets. You take a short time to scan his person for the note. It’s tucked into his pocket, you can vaguely see. At least he has it.

“Good morning, Souda!” You wave to him.

He pauses for a moment. It draws you back a few steps. Is it not morning? Is that not his name? What did you say wrong?

“Did you paint your nails pink?” He asks, eyes wide with amusement.

That’s a relief. But also not. He wasn’t supposed to notice.

“Oh, yes I did, but I smudged them though so I’m not too happy about how they turned out.” Stepping close to him, you display your nails out.

“You did them this morning?”

Every part of you is nervous. What should you say? What can you even respond with? Will he think it’s weird?

“I had the time.” You just say before turning to but on your slippers. He smiles from behind your back.

In class, as usual, you spend your time decorating the card. And since you didn’t finish it in the morning, you even wrote some of the words in different colors! It looks cute, and it’s definitely a way to waste your time. Nothing really goes on in Hope’s Peak Academy. Who knew.

But eventually, after the school day, you put the letter on his shoes. Hopefully he isn’t cheating by waiting.

That always plagues your mind. But he wouldn’t do that.

The walk home is peaceful. The sky is cloudy again, and if you look up, it’s cellphone wires and a blueish grey hue. Not gloomy as always.

Maybe you’re just happy.

Happiness. It’s such a positive thing. A boy - that doesn’t even belong to you - is making you happy? It seems like such a timeless, fleeting thing.

Hopefully it can be permanent.

The morning comes again, where you eat breakfast and prepare for your day at the academy.

You stare at yourself a little longer in the mirror today. Would Souda like you? 

Your hands run down your shirt. Of course he would! You shouldn’t be so silly.

Packing up the daily note, you make your way to school again.

The sun peers down at you. That’s sweet. Brightening up your day.

It makes you laugh a little.

When you get to school, you don’t see him. He’s probably already in class.

You slip on your shoes before calmly walking towards your class.

Oh?

Souda stands, his arms crossed, looking anxious. 

You almost turn around.

Bye.

But he notices you quickly, his eyes lightening a bit. The deep fear in your gut doesn’t go away, only worsening as he steps closer to you. You’re frozen in place. Your feet have melted to the ground.

“H-Hey-”

“It’s you, isn’t it?” He almost looks excited.

“What?” Unbelievable.

“The notes... it’s you, right?”

Your cheeks start to heat. “Just tell me if you planted someone to wait for me to put them down. Is that how you figure it out? Jeez, I assumed you weren’t going to cheat like that!”

Every possible emotion swirls through his eyes for a second before settling on a soft smugness. He pulls out a letter from your pocket, and twisting it to show the back. “You smeared that pink nail polish on it.”

Honestly, you had assumed that had happened. It wasn’t a big deal until he noticed your nails that morning.

He continues, “But yes! I love the notes you give me, I was looking forward to them every day! I really think you’re cute, S/O... so do you want to go on a date with me... sometime maybe?” 

His confidence drizzles the more he went on.

Your heart levitates. It is like your entire body is surrounded by hearts.

“Oh, of course! That would be lovely!”

The two of you stand there, bewildered by each other. It’s quiet for a second.

“I - uhm... see you after school, then?” He suggests.

“That would be lovely, Souda.”

A blush forms on his face. “You can call me Kazuichi.”

[amara-scott]

Halloween

Movie: Blackkklansman Characters: Phil Zimmerman x Reader Categories: M’sorry this is long, everything? lil smutty at the end

So, yes- I may get a little more excited for unimportant holidays than the usual American citizen should. But does that mean others have to be cranky or a grump? No. Why not just go with the flow and enjoy some free candy?

"Okay- I get that you don't like it, but what's your costume going to be?" I ask Zimmerman as I sit on his desk at work, looking through a catalogue of adult costumes. Extremely boring ones, might I add. The ones you see in every store and every commercial.

I hear his sigh and glance over the edge of the current page. He rolls his eyes, not looking up from the paper he's reading. Jimmy laughs behind me, Ron joining in. I give them a grin, like every year, I love teasing poor Phil.

"Not happening this year." He mumbles, taking a sip of his coffee, grimacing afterwords. Probably already cold. I hop off his desk and take the mug.

"I'll give you time to think while I get you a fresh, hot coffee—" I walk out the office, patting his shoulder as I go and make out Ron who can't contain his snickering. He receives a glare from Flip but no further comment. I hurry and greet a couple guys in the kitchen.

"Flip! Hey, I have an idea guys. Since it's my turn to host the dinner, we'll all keep it a secret what we dress up as. What do you say?" I place the steaming mug next to Flip's papers and he groans, leaning back and looking at me.

"Seriously? Why do we have to dress up at all?"

"Flip, why not?" I point at Ron, agreeing with his question.

"You're my favorite officer, you know that, Stallworth?" I walk over to him and place a hand on his shoulder as we share a smile.

"Hey." Jimmy says, I look over and wave him off.

"You know very well you're high up on the rank as well." He sighs relieved and sinks back into his chair with a grin.

"What about Flip?" Ron asks, smirking and we all glance over at Phil. He's obviously listening but trying to ignore us, head down and pen ready to write.

"Officer Zimmerman? Oh, I don't know. He's been quite rude lately. I would say— just below Landers."

"Hey!" His head snaps up and he frowns at me, all of us chuckling at his expression. I skip over and lean my elbows on his desk.

"You know what to do to change that." I wink at him and stand back up straight, walking toward the office door. "I'll see you on Saturday then, no more complaints." I raise an eyebrow at Flip at the end, him sighing deeply but nodding. I grin and wave, turning. My bell pants moving and flowing with my long strides.

___

I wait for Patrice to come over that Saturday. She helps me with the food and dips, decorations and music. As Bobby Pickett's Monster Mash is playing in the background, we get ready, dressing up in our costumes.

I slip into my rather tight Bat Girl suit and Patrice in her Wonder Woman outfit. I place the crown in the perfect spot in her wild hair and we help each other touch up on our makeup. We giggle as we pose, taking polaroids and skipping through my small house like we were saving the world. I'm about to take some more popcorn to throw at her but we hear a knock, freezing and I grin, walking over to the door. I see Patrice straightening her outfit, making sure everything's in place.

I open the door and peek outside, seeing my three favorite men of the night. I can't help but burst out laughing, Jimmy dressed up as Tin Man from Wizard of Oz. Even his face is painted silver, shining brighter than my glitter eyeshadow. Patrice walks over and giggles, welcoming Ron and I hug him afterwards. With Jimmy I try to keep his face a little further from mine.

Ron honestly couldn't have picked a better costume. His name tag reading Agent Bond. Which he kind of was. A really good undercover detective. And a secretive bag in his hand.

And Flip? Flip wore a flannel, his hair as messy as ever and Jeans and boots as usual. I don't want to frown, not showing him that it disappoints me he didn't put any effort into it. I really do like him, and I know he likes me too. We spent many evenings together, staying longer at diners and bars than the others. Talking and exchanging looks. Maybe I'm just overreacting.

"Good you're here Flip." I give him a smile and hug him, wondering why he is so quiet. I raise an eyebrow as we pull away and lead them all inside, showing them the food filled table and offer them beers.

Patrice and Ron sit together, Jimmy on one end and the seat next to Flip still open. I feel his eyes on me as I walk between kitchen and dining room. I also picked the costume because it honestly just looked really good. It sparkles just like Yvonne Craig's version, purple and tight. I pull up my mask and sit down next to Flip, trying not to be too mad at him. It's just a costume for goodness sake. Or rather the lack of one.

"Hey Flip, what do you think of (Y/N)'s costume?" Jimmy says, biting into a piece of meat, raising his silvery eyebrows. Ron smiles, glancing up at Flip too. He hasn't even eaten anything yet, is he grumpy today?

"Yeah and what about the food, you don't like it? I'm sorry that I invited you- won't happen again-" I let out, growing more angry every second he's just sitting there. He looks like he's trying to suppress a grin, struggling to keep a straight face. I frown, not sure what's going on. Jimmy and Ron join in and Patrice too after Ron whispered something in her ear.

"I think you look bloody good tonight, Bat Girl." Flip says, turning to me and I glance at his mouth, wondering why his words sound muffled. He grins at me and my eyes grow wide. Vampire teeth. Everyone starts laughing and I can't help but giggle, slapping his arm. He's unbelievable.

"Just for you." He says, quickly taking out the teeth and drying his mouth.

"Well I have to admit- that was good." I say, taking my beer and holding it up to the others.

"To a fun night with Bond, Tin Man, Wonder Woman and- a wanna-be-Dracula." We all toast and take a sip, I finally feel relaxed and take another glance at Flip, shaking my head at him as he looks back at me, winking.

___

We let movies roll in the background and played Pass Out while eating and laughing. Once we finished the game and Flip won, having ten pink elephant cards first, he raises his fists in the air, Ron and Jimmy groaning in annoyance as he gets his last tongue twister right. I feel very tipsy, not used to too much booze. Who could have figured that Ron would bring that game?

I lower one of Flip's arms, shushing him. "Calm down, cowboy. It's just a game." I hear myself slur at the end, frowning. I need water.

"No way, I've never seen you drunk before, Batsy." Flip responds and I click my tongue, trying to stand up. I had to wait a second before actually moving toward the kitchen. "Hey, hey— let me help you." A hand wraps around my waist, holding me to their side. I look up at Flip and nod.

"Thanks." I say quietly, my cheeks warm and eyes glossy. "I want water." I mumble and he helps me sit down at the small kitchen table, leaving me and returning with a glass of what I hope is water.

I take a sip and frown, a weird taste after all the beer, wine and whiskey we had this night. "You doing alright? Feel like you need to throw up?" I groan, not wanting to even think about it. I lean forward on the table, head in my hands and close my eyes for a moment.

"You want me to bring you upstairs?" He suggests, his voice sounding closer than last time he spoke. I glance over my fingers and he sits beside me, rubbing my back now, beneath my costume cape.

"No, I'm good-" I hiccup, holding a hand to my lips and growing even warmer in the face as Flip chuckles, running a hand through his hair and standing up, holding out a hand to me. I sigh taking it and his other hand is back around my waist, holding me up. I can walk myself, I want to pull away but am not strong enough. Maybe it's good he's holding me.

"Hey guys, the host needs to lay down, I'll bring her to bed." I frown at Flip, shaking my head.

"No, I'm fine-" hiccup "-I just need more water." I can't make out anyone's expression before being lead to the stairs. I hear good night and thank you but the next thing I feel is already my bed. Soft blanket against my cheek. I sigh, not wanting to move an inch and sleep for days.

"Let me get Patrice." Flip says and I hear a couple steps. Then my hair is lifted off my face, moved right behind my ear. "Sleep tight." I feel something wet on my forehead and then nothing. Only quiet. And dark.

___

I roll over, feeling around for my blanket and cover my cold skin. With one eye open I look around, trying to figure out what's going on. My window is open, curtains pulled together, darkening the room. I groan, frowning. The phone rings and I flinch, holding a hand to my warm head. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to ignore the shrill tone but it doesn't stop. In one slow but swift motion I sit up, taking a second to regain my balance and blink my eyes open.

"Hello?" I get out, clearing my throat afterwards, not knowing what's wrong with my voice. So groggy and deep.

"Wow, good morning Bat Girl, had a little too much to drink last night?" I hear Patrice's voice and roll my eyes, sighing.

"Why did you let me drink that much? You know me. At least I thought you did." I grin, shaking my head and closing my eyes again, leaning forward, head in my free hand.

"You should know your limits, sister. Maybe you got a little closer to knowing them last night."

"Sure thing, sister."

"You up for a run later?" I raise an eyebrow, not sure if she even drank anything at all last night. I stand up carefully and draw the curtains aside, squinting my eyes as the first sunlight burns my eyes.

"Wow, how late is it?"

"It's one thirty. I'm glad I finally woke you up."

"I'm glad too, I bet it's a mess downstairs. I'll call you when I'm done cleaning, a run should do me some good though."

"Yes, right on, sister. See you later."

As I put on a robe, scanning my costume at the end of my bed, I walk out and down the stairs. I sigh relieved, the mess not as big as I thought. I hope the boys took some leftovers home to eat. But I see all the food stacked in the fridge. I roll my eyes and pack boxes, to drop them off at the station later.

I get ready, drinking a rare cup of coffee and put on grey leggings and a turquoise long sleeve for my run with Patrice. I'll meet her in about twenty minutes at the station.

As I drive there, I try to remember what all went down last night. The pass out game was maybe a little too much for my fragile stomach. And Flip, his Dracula teeth still make me grin. Such a dork.

I park my car and walk inside the station, having all the food stacked on my arms. As I get to their office I make out Patrice at Ron's table, laughing and sitting down on his desk.

"Hello guys, anyone ordered leftovers?" I place down boxes on their desks and lastly at Flip's, sitting down on his.

"Someone arose from the dead I see." Flip says and Patrice nods.

"She was still asleep two hours ago." I frown at her, mouth agape and cross my arms.

"Why do you have to betray me, Patrice?" They laugh at me, Flip nudging me arm. I glare down at him, not able to hide a smile.

"Especially you, Dracula."

"What? I didn't betray you, I even brought you upstairs." He raises his hands in front of himself, eyebrows doing the same. I roll my eyes and stand up, telling Patrice to wrap it up and go running.

"You're going for a run? You mind grabbing me a good coffee on your way back?" Flip says and continues to scan through papers.

"Who says I will come back after my run?" My hands land on my hips, eyes on him as he slowly looks up, adjusting his holster over his red plaid shirt. Which was my favorite. I loved the color on him and it's the softest out of all of them.

"Well, I know you need those tupperware boxes back so-" He shrugs his shoulders, smiling innocently.

"You're lucky you're cute, Zimmerman." I mumble, hitting his shoulder and the guys laugh, Patrice and I walking out.

___

"So are you dating now or what?" Patrice huffs, running alongside me as we enter the park and follow the path down to the water.

"Who? Me and Flip?"

"Obviously, he's absolutely into you."

"What makes you say that?" I swallow, trying to take a look at her but struggling to do it while running. I just see her eyes rolling.

"The way he's treating you, looking at you. Last night for example, he helped you go to bed and was such a gentlemen. He came back down, asking me to help you undress."

I frown, hoping not to trip as I try to remember the wet sensation on my forehead last night. The way his finger ran across my forehead. My skin tingles at the thought.

"I don't know, Patrice." I say and she sighs, changing the subject.

___

The whole way back to the department I have to think of what Patrice said, nearly running into a couple officers. I carry the four big coffee cups from our local Colorado café that usually doesn't do takeaway coffee. But for the department they do. So sweet of them.

"Three orders of hot and delicious coffee?" The guys look up and I give them the cups, Jimmy nearly burning his finger. "Careful!" I say and giggle. I give Flip his cup and he hums, smelling the liquid, eyes closed.

"That's the good stuff." I grin, nodding and take a gentle sip myself, sitting back down on his desk.

"Flip?" He looks over, nodding and drinking the coffee. I push a black strand of hair out of his face, adjusting my seat and face him more. "Can we talk later?" I ask quietly, not wanting to cause a scene or give the boys anything to tease Flip with.

"Uh, sure. After work?" I nod and rub my arm, smiling at him. "You could come by my place, if you want." He adds, seeming hesitant but tries not to show it, drinking more of the coffee. I stop moving for a second, not sure if I heard him right. To his place? I've never been there. Weird, to be honest. I've known him for a while now, nearly a year. Patrice introduced me to them all after an incident with an investigation she told me. That's how she met Ron too.

"I'll be there at around eight?" He nods and smiles at me. After writing down his address for me I leave and decide a hot shower would be the best now.

______

I'm done cleaning up my house and myself, when it's already 7.20. I curse under my breath and quickly get dressed. It's chilly outside and I settle with a thin white turtle neck and my favorite blue plaid skirt, short but beautiful. At the door I put on my black thigh highs and grab my purse and coat, finally leaving at 7.45. It's about 20 down to 21 Street so I hurry, still staying with the speed limit.

As I pull up to number 1813, I take in the house. It's matching the blue tones of my skirt, the lawn turning dry and a huge oak tree standing to the side. It's a cute one story house. I smile and step out, a cold breeze welcoming me. I pull on the coat and hug myself, walking up to his house. After knocking it only took him about a minute to open the door.

"Hey there." We share a hug and he leads me inside, taking my coat from me. I take off my boots, him clearing his throat and then moving from behind me toward a different room.

"Just follow the smell once you're done." He calls out and I look up to see where he's going. I grin and try to imagine Flip cooking a dinner. I walk toward the kitchen and stop in the doorway. He's stirring something in a pot, then goes over to grab a couple plates from a cabinet.

"Can I help?" I walk in further, smoothing down my skirt. He looks over, up and down my form only briefly and shakes his head.

"No need, I can manage. You can pick a drink and sit down in the dining room, right through that door." He nods ver to a different entry way and I open the fridge, looking through his options.

"Alright, you want a beer too?" He hums in response, tasting the sauce next and I try to peek but he points to the door, looking at me seriously.

"Okay okay, I'll leave." I raise my beer bottle filled hands in defence. Before going out the door I glance over my shoulder, his eyes on my bum, not realizing I caught him. I smirk and sway my hips more, leaving and sitting down at the round table in the room. I bite my lip, crossing my legs, running a hand over my exposed skin.

"Here we go." Flip enters, carrying two plates. Pasta with red sauce. I mean, it's nothing extraordinary but it doesn't have to be. It's a good dish and smells really good.

"Thanks, Flip, looks and smells amazing. Where have you been hiding your cooking talent all this time?" He chuckles, joining me across the table. We clink our bottles and start eating. My thigh high socks warm my feet and legs, it's really gotten cold out now. November is one of my favorite months.

"How was work, everything alright?" I ask, wiping my lips with a napkin and take another sip.

"Yeah, it's gotten more busy lately, though." He sighs, twirling more pasta on his fork. I just watch him for a moment, eating. I want to place another fork full into my mouth but it's too much sauce and splatters onto my white turtleneck. I groan, wiping my mouth and start dabbing at my shirt. But it's only getting worse. I hear him chuckle and watch me.

"Hey, that's not funny. Do you have dish soap?" He frowns, nodding though. "Excuse me for a second." I stand up and walk toward the kitchen. I make sure the door is fully closed and step up to the sink. I pull off my top, running some warm water over the spot. Then I look for the dish soap. Nowhere to be found. I want to groan again but start looking through the cabinets. Where does a man keep his cleaning supplies?

"Flip? Where is the dish soap?" I call out and hear his chair squeaking. I freeze, panicking. He'll see me in my bra- I block my chest with the wet top and shiver, the water cold against my bare skin. He walks inside and stops for a second, looking at my state. He clears his throat, hiding a smile and opens one of the upper cabinets, pulling out the dish soap from a shelf that I clearly could not have reached all by myself. Idiot.

"Here you go." He hands it to me and I smile tightly, trying to avoid eye contact. "Do you Want me to get you a shirt?" He asks, leaning against the kitchen counter, arms crossed. His grin warms my face even more and I only nod.

"Thanks." I mumble and he pushes himself off, walking past me and toward his bedroom, I assume. I let out a breath and use the soap to quickly soak into the fabric, rubbing the spot together and running it under warm water again. I repeat that until there's only a very light shade of sauce, nearly gone. One time in the wash should get rid of the rest.

"Here you go." I flinch, turning around and accept his shirt. A black plaid shirt that I haven't seen on him before.

"Is this new?" I try to act casual, pulling it on and buttoning it up- but wrong. I groan and he pushes my hands down gently, redoing the buttons. His fingers grazing the skin of my stomach and chest. He apologizes quietly, focusing on the buttons. My heart races fast and at hope he doesn't feel it.

"There- and yes. It's a new one." I thank him again, tucking the shirt into my skirt on one side at the front. The sleeves are long and wide, covering my hands as well. "You want to sit on the couch?" I bite my lip, nodding at him. Before we move he steps closer and wraps his hands around my neck, my breath stuck in my throat. His fingers push out my hair that's stuck underneath the flannel. "Better."

He smiles down at me and walks past me, looking back to see if I'm following. I do. And sit down next to him. Right leg tucked underneath me and hands in my lap as I face him. "I like this one." I say, playing with the ends of the sleeves.

"Me too." I look back up, he's already watching me. "So what did you want to talk about?"

I knew this would be coming but I hoped he forgot. He's a detective. He doesn't forget anything. Maybe struggling to remember names sometimes but that's about it.

"I- uh, you know I just wanted to see how you're doing. I care about my- friends." He nods slowly, totally not buying my words.

"Well I'm doing just fine, thanks for asking." I nod, looking down at my lap, hoping he would let it go.

"How long, (Y/N)?" I meet his ganze, a sigh leaving his lips.

"What do you mean?" He shakes his head, chuckling and inching a little closer, his left hand over the back of the couch and right hand taking my left one, holding it and then gazing back up at me.

"How long are we supposed to keep this game going? I mean, it's fun, don't get me wrong. I love flirting with you and showering you with compliments but- you know, I think-"

"-it's time we take it a step further?" I conclude for him as he starts struggling with words. He nods, sighing with a smile. I take his big hand between both of mine, running my thumbs over his skin.

"Exactly." He adds, his voice calm and warm, like always. Another thing I love about him. I don't know what else to say so I lean my head closer, watching his lips and eyes, his own face leaning in. I close my lids and concentrate on his and my breath mixing. Soon our lips meet, gently and slow. My left hand going up around his neck, trying to sit closer to him. His hands hold onto my waist, lifting me up and setting me on his lap. I giggle against his lips and he chuckles, pulling me tightly against him. Our flannels rubbing together. He's still caressing my hips, digging his thumbs into my skin and hands cupping my bum. My skirt riding up with every movement. Soon his thumbs hook under the hem of my skirt and stay there for a moment. Our tongues fighting and tasting each other. My fingers running through his thick dark hair. His beard tickling my neck as his lips move from my mouth down to my neck. I hold his head and lean mine to the side slightly, giving him more space to play with. His breath is heavy and hot against my skin, his lips leaving a wet trail as he tries to move even lower, quickly opening the top two buttons of the flannel I'm wearing.

"Flip~" I whimper, his teeth pulling at my lower lip, hands back by my skirt, lifting it even further until the fabric is around my waist, panties exposed. My core tingles and I can't help and rock back and forth on his lap, glancing down and making out his hard member inside his pants. I unbutton my shirt even further and pull it off completely, his eyes glued to my every movement, cupping my breasts as soon as they are free. I still wear my bra but he's quick to unhook it and throw it to the side. Hands back on my breasts.

"Fuck." He says under his breath, kneading them and playing with my nipples. I inhale sharply as his teeth graze that soft skin. I try to take off my high socks but he grabs my hands, shaking his head at me, going back for a kiss. His hands now running up and down my thighs up to my ass.

I finally get to unbutton his flannel and he pulls it off, shirt following. I already try my best at opening his buckle but struggle, sighing and stopping the kiss to have a better look. He chuckles and helps me, pulling down the zipper too. I feel his fingers move around my bum and push my soaking panties to the side, teasing my lips and bud. I moan, moving my hips and palming him through his boxer briefs before freeing his member fully. I stroke it, his forehead now resting on my shoulder as he breathes deeply, small but low moans leaving his luscious lips every now and then.

And that's how we had sex for the first time.

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The next morning I wake up to low snoring, I smile before opening my eyes, glancing over at Flip's peaceful form. The blanket only covering his lower body. His bare chest falling and rising with every breath he takes. I reach out, pushing his hair back gently and watch him, covering myself with more blanket. I move closer to him, resting my head in his chest, fingertips dancing across his stomach. His breath calms down and he's sighing, still sleeping as I glance up to his eyes. I look back down and bite my lip, my fingers moving further down and pushing the blanket as I go. Soon I reach his member, lightly touching it. I lift myself off the sheets and move lower, parting his legs carefully and kneeling between them, I wet my lips and kiss his semi hard cock. I watch his face, twisting and moving. And when I finally take him whole into my mouth his eyes slowly open, hands gripping the sheets as he looks down, smirking and chuckling as he throws his head back against the pillow. I smile as I lick his penis, kissing the tip and running my hands along his abdomen, dragging my nails down. His muscles twitching underneath my touch.

"Good morning to you too." He mumbles, his voice still sounding way too tired. He rubs a hand across his face and the other one tangle ps in my hair, guiding me up and down at a pace he enjoys. His other arm is tucked behind his head and he looks relaxed. His breath is getting heavier, louder, turning into moaning. But suddenly he sits up, me following his movement as his wide eyes search for his alarm clock.

"6.30? Fuck-" He stumbles out the bed and nearly bumps into his dresser on the way to the bathroom. I didn't know he would be working today. Oops. The shower is running and I hear him exhale loudly, soon turning off the water again. I walk to the bathroom as he comes out, pulling out clothes from his drawers. I have to suppress a grin, holding a hand in front of my lips as I still see his hard member. He's trying to tuck it into his pants but I push his hands off, kneeling down.

"If you're late, ten more minutes won't be a problem." I say, his face twisting in frustration and he groans, pulling on his shirt and the black flannel I wore yesterday. I start my job, trying to make him release fast.

"Fuck, okay- this might work." He says, sounding more awake and guiding my head again, his head tilted back. He's pushing my head so far that I'm near tears, struggling to take a breath. The pace quickens and he's holding me down, groaning and twitching in my mouth, now loudly moaning and releasing his load down my throat. I hold onto his legs, hoping he'd let go soon so I could catch my breath. And that he does, I gasp and cough, wiping my mouth and swallowing down his cum. I wipe my eyes and smile up at him. I kiss his tip as he takes a couple deep breaths.

"No more- I need to get going." He tucks his member away, zipping up and buckling his belt. I stand up wiping some spit off my face. He stops and turns to me, pulling me into a hug. "You're incredible." He whispers into my hair, kissing my forehead. He steps around me and I follow him into the living room where he quickly covers me with a blanket from the couch. "Careful love- only I'm allowed to see you like that." He winks and I giggle, pulling it tightly around myself, watching him put on his boots. "I'll bring you lunch later." I say and he smiles, walking over and giving me another kiss, this time on the lips.

"Thanks, see you later." I wave and watch him leave, going to his car and driving off. I go into the kitchen and sigh as I see my stained shirt still laying there. I clean up his house as best as I can, taking a simple black short sleeve shirt from his drawers and get dressed. Before I leave I make sure he has dinner for tonight and write a quick note.

Thanks for last night, I loved it. Dinner is in the fridge, hope you like it. :)

I leave and take all with me that's mine, driving back to my place to make him some early lunch. I make sandwiches, grab an apple and a piece of my homemade chocolate cake that they didn't finish at the Halloween dinner.

Once I'm freshly showered and wearing new clothes, a sweater and my bell pants, I drive back to the station. It's now 11.30 am.

I walk into the office, a big smile on my face. Their conversation dies down as they see me and Flip stands up, taking my bags and pulling me into a hug, kissing my lips. I melt into his touch, stroking his cheek. Other hand holding his strong arm.

Once he lets go, he goes in for a second but brief peck on the lips.

"When did that happen?" We look over at a stunned Ron and smirking Jimmy who looked like he was waiting for it to happen.

"You owe me, Stallworth."

I ignore that our friends were betting on us and only look at Flip. "I made you lunch and brought you some cake as well."

"What about us? Are we getting no food no more?" Ron gasps, holding a hand over his heart.

"I don't know yet. Maybe you should ask Patrice." I raise a brow at him and Flip throws an arm around me, pointing at me.

"She's my personal chef now, none of yours. Get used to it. Comes with having a girlfriend, Stallworth." I look up at him. Slowly smiling.

"Girlfriend, huh?" He shrugs, smiling innocently and I ignore the comment he made about me. Instead I agree with him. Hugging him around his middle.

"He's right." I mumble into his flannel, loving his smell. I could fall asleep just like this. And just like that I won not only a man who I want to spend a lot of time with- no- I also gained a best friend. My Flip.

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800 questions part 6

251) If you could steal one thing without consequence what would it be? Even if there weren’t any consequence, I’d still feel wrong and uncomfortable doing it.

252) Who’s your favorite celeb with the same first name or surname as you? Nikki Bella, one of the Bella twins from WWE, is actually Stephanie Nicole. I don’t watch WWE, but I watched Total Divas, a reality show about the lives of some of the women wrestlers and their spouses. I also watch Total Bellas, a spinoff of that show that just follows the lives of Nikki and Brie Bella.

253) If evil-doers invaded your country would you rush to the battle lines to defend the motherland or hide in a box? Oh, I’d be no use at all in battle. 

254) What’s your favorite flower? I don’t really have one.

255) Do you believe in ghosts? Not like Casper, but I do believe in spirits or guardian angels. <<<

256) Do you believe in the loch ness monster? No.

257) Do you believe in Aliens? I believe that there is life on other planets, but I don’t think that it’s stereotypical little green men. Haha. <<<

258) Do you believe the Governments hide technology and information from the public? Absolutely.

259) Which is your favorite Pokemon? Jigglypuff was always my favorite, back when it was a fad. <<< Me tooooo.

260) What horror fiction character scares you the most? I love Michael Myers, Pennywise, and Ghost Face. They’re creepy, but I love it.

261) Can you do 10 revolutions of a hula hoop? I can’t hula hoop at all.

262) Do you think Great Britain should have a National Day? They don’t have one already?

263) Do you think Great Britain should be part of a United Europe? I don’t know about this topic to have an opinion.

264) Would you want the Euro or keep the British Pound? I have no opinion on this as an American.

265) Were you part of the Brownies/Cubs/Scouts/Guides etc? I was a Girl Scout.

266) Have you ever invented a fairly unique meal or drink? No.

267) Do you have any secret family recipes? No. I’m not a cook or baker.

268) Do you have any family secrets? Yeah.

269) Are you good at keeping secrets? Yes.

270) Have you ever been up in a hot air balloon? Nooooo. I would never.

271) What’s your favorite Sci-fi film/program etc? I don’t enjoy a lot of sci-fi television shows or movies, really. Sabrina the Teenage Witch, when I was younger, I suppose. <<< Ha, I’ve been binging that lately. Anyway, I love Star Wars and The Twilight Zone.

272) When playing checkers or chess do you prefer to be black or white? When I played checkers as a kid the choices were black or red. I think I usually chose black.

273) Which is better, a Pastie or Sausage Roll? A what?

274) Do you prefer shopping on the high street or online? I do my shopping online.

275) Would you ever want to learn to fly? No.

276) Do you often read your horoscope? I never do. I used to sometimes when I was younger for fun, though.

277) Have you ever had a proper Tarot reading? No. I don’t believe in that.

278) What’s your favorite brand of newspaper? I don’t read the newspaper.

279) Have you ever milked a cow? No.

280) Have you ever used the phrase “back in my time” to someone younger than you? No, not yet - I’m only 30. <<< Haha, I’m only 31 but I’ve said that a lot. :X

281) Do you love or hate rollercoasters? I am definitely not a rollercoaster person with the exception of two at Disneyland--the Car’s rollercoaster and Big Thunder Mountain Railroad. They’re just my speed, with enough to get the adrenaline going but nothing too crazy. 

282) Which was the greatest Empire? I don’t know.

283) What’s the cleverest word you know? *shrug*

284) What’s your favorite sportswear brand? Adidas. I’m not athletic or active, but I really love Adidas shoes and clothes.

285) Do you buy any weekly/monthly magazines? Nope. 

286) Who’s your favorite Superhero? Iron Man, Spiderman, Star Lord, and Ant-Man.

287) Who’s your favorite Villain/Baddie? The Joker.

288) What was the last Album you purchased? I haven’t purchased an album in many, many years.

289) What was the last DVD you purchased? I don’t recall.

290) What was the last piece of clothing you purchased? A shirt and a pair of leggings.

291) When pulling crackers does everyone get one each regardless or whoever gets the big ends keeps all the prizes? I’ve only did the crackers thing once. I had a cousin who got them for all of us there and wanted to try it one Christmas. I think everyone got something from what I remember.

292) Do you ever make your own greetings cards? I did that when I was a kid.

293) Do you have a Swiss army knife? No.

294) At what age did you twig onto the fact Santa wasn’t real? I think I was 8. 295) What’s your favorite fruit? Bananas. 

296) Have you ever done something really unbelievable, only to have no one around to see it? Yeah. And it’s so incredibly rare for that to happen as it is.

297) Do you buy from charity shops? No.

298) Have you ever sold your services? I’m not skilled or good at anything that I could offer to do for others and get paid for.

299) Have you ever raised money for charity? Yeah, I’ve done a lot of that in Girl Scouts and for the psych club I was in while at community college.

300) Have you ever won a giant sized cuddly toy from a fair? Yes.

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💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻PG INTERPRETATION OF MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

129: Nov 30

MM ANON ……… “Darling’ please pass the Wrinkle cream” ………”she’s on this blog I read”💜……… “ we’ve been invited to the Boxing Day shoot” …… WoW ‘ that’s a beautiful photo Kate …… “he’s to young ‘ good grief William!!”…… ‘This cobra has no fangs ……… “The service, maybe bring C&G.” ……… “ The spring diary ma’am’ was thinking they could do The America’s and Canada” ……… “ the Children too”…… “what say you Philip?” …… “indubitable , old thing” …… “ Settled!!”……” Sidney’ more refreshments”

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON, SERIOUSLY THANK YOU😁🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

November 30/2019 Riddle #128

1325 hrs CST

“Darling’ please pass the Wrinkle cream” “she’s on this blog I read”💜

I AM SQUEALING WITH EXCITEMENT OMG!! Catherine is doing her skin care, which every woman of beauty, style and substance MUST DO REPEATEDLY, “” Don’t cha know!” (sorry MM ANON l had to pilfer those last three words from a riddle few days back because they are so unbelievably exciting and significant!). She asks William to hand her the wrinkle cream. William looks dumbfounded because there are about 35 jars on the counter, wondering which one she wants and asks, Catherine why do you have all these? She replies, the woman recommending the creams is on the blog she reads! PURPLE HEART!!💜💜💜💜💜 KIDS I HAVE MADE IT, I AM A CLUE IN AN MM ANON RIDDLE WHICH MEANS CATHERINE AND THE GANG READ THIS BLOG AND READ OUR CONTRIBUTIONS! From the 💜 lady on the blog you read, Catherine, whatever you’re doing, it’s working, but if you ever do want to talk skin wrinkle cream, you know where to find me💜💜💜💜😁😁😁😁

“ we’ve been invited to the Boxing Day shoot”

Lots of us have surmised for quite sometime now that Harry has a lovely partner, and a few of us are dead certain on who it is. He completed his tour of duty at the culmination of the SA trip and RS services. She is now fully out of his life, the public just doesn’t know yet. I am certain an annulment will occur. Anyhow it sounds like they have been invited for Boxing Day. She will be perfect and everyone has always wanted Harry happy, after all he and the family has been through, 2020, at least for him will bring a brand new start!

WoW ‘ that’s a beautiful photo Kate”

I can hardly wait for the Christmas photos, Catherine is such a phenomenal photographer, and as l said the other day, she snaps her children through the loving eyes of a mother. Someone is complementing her one of her photographs. It’s not William because he calls her Catherine. I think those in the field have really taken note of yet another skill she has. Sounding like a public exhibition of her photographic works is in the works!

“he’s to young ‘ good grief William!!”

Back to the shooting day on Boxing Day, Catherine is aghast that William even entertains the idea of him coming along. He’s a big boy, but not that big, yet! The way time flies, time will be here soon enough. Might this be the time for me to once again place ,y request for #4.☺️☺️💜

‘This cobra has no fangs

Madam, wherever on this planet she is, has been defanged. Whatever she held is being held no more. She is in a world/whirled of trouble, just the IRS back taxes alone! Plus any other alleged charges, l won’t go into because we are all singing from the same hymn sheet you know the words!🤣🤣😂😂

“The service, maybe bring C&G.”

YES PLEASE! I would LOVE to see them do the morning walk to and from church with all the other family members! THAT would most certainly be a Christmas gift for me!!!

“ The spring diary ma’am’ was thinking they could do The America’s and Canada” “ the Children too””what say you Philip?” “indubitable , old thing” “ Settled!!””Sidney’ more refreshments”

Saturday afternoon, morning of riding and now just having tea ☕️, refreshments and a good talk. The next few days will bring some major events, The NATO greeting and the banquet on December 3/2019, that has all been fully organized, arranged, menu, seating plan etc etc. LG speaking regarding the official Diary for 2020. Oh MM ANON , this riddle just keeps on giving and giving, it’s like Christmas morning! Sounds like an official Royal tour of America, and Canada with the entire Cambridge family!! If l were a 🐕 dog, my tail would be wagging so fast right now!!! This is very very exciting!!! HMTQ asks PP his opinion, and he very much concurs, then that’s that , it’s settled!! Cord pulled, and as usual he is there almost simultaneously,Sidney, a Boddingtons for himself and a Gin and DuBonnet for HMTQ!! Are you guys getting tired of my scenes of HMTQ, PP, the cord pulling and drinks??Or is it enjoyed? Because l LOVE it, they’re human!!

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After the horror of yesterday, thank you MM ANON for a fun riddle. I enjoy them all, but this might just be my favourite, for OBVIOUS REASONS☺️😁😁

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Thank you dear PG! What a delight….such fun! And look at you! Known for your wrinkle cream! This was great! We love your stories….😊💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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130: Dec 2

MM ANON ……… the king in waiting ……… “Mmmmm , not many diversions left”……… in need of some TLC. ……… financial scrutiny ……… financial mutiny !!! ………… “ Don’t piss down my back and tell me it’s raining!!!!!!”………… “Catherine ‘ it’s HM” ……… “ Catherine, I want your discretion”………… “ it would be my privilege ma’am”……… “ That’s a tough one, old thing” ……… “she can do it!! “…… “makes you proud old thing, he looks the part” ……… “backseat ,a Philip?” ………… “ dot The Is…………”

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

December 2/2019 0045 hrs CST RIDDLE #128

the king in waiting

This phrase has been used in regards to the Prince of Wales, for decades now. Since PP stepped down from official duties, HMTQ has been steadily handing over various patronages , to PC, The Duchess of Cornwall, William and Catherine, Harry, gosh even madam got the British Theatre patronage! Lots were delighted about that, NOT! Yet that one was part of the prolonged game of charades the Royal family has been forced to play, even though it’s a game they live, certainly not this variation of the game! PC has been successfully voted in as Head of the Commonwealth, that role does not automatically be bestowed on him. PC will continue to take on more and more responsibilities. In that, we shall observe some of that during the NATO visit, as well as decision making regarding several impending crises situations, which in all likelihood are made and done, we just have not been officially informed of as yet!

“Mmmmm , not many diversions left”

Madam has hardly been a peep heard from, her PR used to have 10-15 articles a day in the DM alone, it’s almost like she is contained somewhere? She used the rare old uncle cards a week or so back. She does not have a whole lot more to pull out of that giant rabbits hat/fedora she often wore! The will she won’t she et al about going to America thanksgiving game is over. The IRS is waiting!

in need of some TLC.

TLC, is a tv channel here with oddest shows, pimple popping doctors, married fiancés overseas, guy with five wives etc. We don’t need ,THAT, TLC. TLC is what nurses excel at, good ones anyhow, Tender Loving Care. Whose in need of that? PP is recovering from flu/cold? However he doesn’t strike me as a man that would like to be fussed and clucked around! HMTQ is strong as they come. I wonder if this is our Harry. Adjusting to life without madam, l wonder when and how this will all be made official? I know the surrogate baby is not Harry’s and l have no doubt the child is being lovingly anonymously looked after. Harry, whom,l think l was correct about him being on the bridge the other day, would have had his first active duty incident. He may need not described as TLC but rather debriefing as would the entire team. This is always done after a major incident, first to review protocol, was it carried out, do any changes need done. Then it’s the emotional debriefing, THATS THE ESSENTIAL part of keep a critical response team functional, make sure to debrief the emotions! I imagine , the debriefings, the formal ones are done, 72hours is the golden time window. I have led and been involved with quite a few debriefings, the mental health end of it. Often team members are assigned a mentor especially if they are new to the unit! Great work Harry! I have never ever given up on you, nor will l ever!! Notice they all wore balaclavas, for security! It’s what we wear here in winter to not have our face freeze off, if cross country skiing, snowmobiling etc etc.

financial scrutiny ……… financial mutiny !!!

This is what is keeping madam in the UK! I cannot even fathom how much money she owes her government since she last filed taxes, has she been honest in all her previous tax filings? Seriously? You think she has? The amount of money made in a zillion ways over her lifetime, and what has all transpired since she entered the orbit of the BRF , we are talking millions and millions! I am quite certain, given the fact Americans are still due to pay taxes even if a non resident and given her status and the wealth she married into, l have no doubt the IRS is auditing her, hence the word scrutiny. Mutiny , that a seafarers word for disobeying the captain and the crew takes over, is also a criminal conspiracy among a group of people to openly oppose, change, or overthrow a lawful authority to which they are subject. Now does this sound like a group of individuals we might know? Madam, MA, JM, etc, the families,in America, Mexico, all allegedly working in tandem.

“ Don’t piss down my back and tell me it’s raining!!!!!!”

I love this phrase, my uncle used to say this, the horse rancher, whose son now runs it. In other words, Pissing on, means doing something bad to someone. Don’t piss on my boots and tell me its raining is a response to someone dressing up a bad situation — usually for their own benefit — by telling them to knock it off and stop lying. In other words madam has been doing this her entire life and using the raining excuse to explain her way out of everything! Well LG is having none of that, no more using that as an excuse or exit strategy. The game is over, in fact it never was a game to those she was pi**ing all over!

“Catherine ‘ it’s HM” “ Catherine, I want your discretion”“ it would be my privilege ma’am”

HMTQ rings Catherine, rather than a visit. I would assume, like , in movies, especially High Society with Grace Kelly and Bing Crosby, huge mansions/palaces, their phones have no dials, just labelled whose line it is, how old am I?🤣🤣🤣😂😂. But l am quite certain HMTQ would use a landline phone, because l do😁😁😁. After squidgygate, and other similar ghastly phone calls that were recorded, and then made public, plus intelligence and needs for security in today’s world, l have no doubt that everything is encrypted, and they likely have blocking technology so none of those fancy devices you can, it’s like a clear plastic umbrella, it gathers sound from a distance and you can listen in, you need a jamming device to block the signal, muddying it, if you like. I am sure technology is way way way advanced of that already.

William is away, is she asking her to sit with Harry at the NATO banquet and used discretion when others ask where madam is? I hardly think that would require a big private ask. I wonder if she is needed to witness and sign some legal papers referencing divorce or annulment. Giving her statement or witness to some madam has said or done.

Does this have something to do with the Marchioness of Cholmondeley????????

“ That’s a tough one, old thing” ……… “she can do it!! “…… “makes you proud old thing, he looks the part” ……… “backseat ,a Philip?”

HMTQ and PP, spending time near the great hearth, so warm , cozy, absolutely nothing like the feel of, sight of, smell if and sound of a crackling wood fire. Weather has a definite chill, time for wooden sweaters, and warm family time. Himself , a Boddingtons, 🍺,HMTQ gin and DuBonnet 🍸 . Discussing the next few days and what has happened in the last few. Pondering the decision HMTQ to call Catherine, tough decision, tough thing to ask. PP is reassuring HMTQ that Catherine is very capable, can be trusted and relied upon in any and all circumstances.

More changes in the offing so they can spend more time together. Makes them proud, PC has done, and with increased responsibility he very much looks the part of a King in waiting. If HMTQ does decide to make PC Regent, this conversation would be very much the same, trust and he looks every bit the Regent! Last abbreviated line, HMTQ says is rhetorical, meaning not expecting an answer but rather stating her intent, she is going to be taking a backseat for Charles to be Regent!

“ dot The Is…………”

Is it annulment as l hope? Or divorce? When one says, ESPECIALLY in legal matters, dot the letter i and cross the t, it means make sure everything is done 109% correctly, no way anyone can back out, Sue or twist it. So we shall very soon be hearing a press release of either an annulment or a divorce final between Harry and madam!!

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Thank you dear PG! Fascinating read….much seems to be going on…..much appreciated!😊💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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131: Dec 2

MM ANON … “when we are born, we cry , that we are come”…… “your RH. that’s why you didn’t go” ……… “Four” ……… ahhhhhrrr , I hate mornings!! ……… “give a dog a bone …” ………… “ yes , we’re all watching it! It’s very addictive “ ……… “ How the f***did they know that!!!”………… “ I told them Philip!!” ……… “bloody snoops” …… At the last count sir , all was Ticketyboo.

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

December 2/2019 Riddle #129

1700 hrs CST

“when we are born, we cry , that we are come”.

“

Dear MM ANON returneth us to the bard, William Shakespeare’s King Lear.

Babies do not automatically cry at birth, some do, but some need a slap on the bum, holding upside down rubbing on chest to loosen any fluids that may have been aspirated(inhaled) during the traumatic birth process. It’s a physical trauma for mum to be sure but also babe. Going from, dark, warm, safe environment of dark, echoey sounds, to bright theatre lights, many staff, beeping of machines, it’s parents noise of joy, and than itself own crying noises.

The entire play, uses one similar stance as (Macbeth, Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage

And then is heard no more: it is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing. )

Lear is full of cons and duplicity.

This whole life and the world madam moved in , nonstop using people to climb up the ladder, obtaining information and using that and on and on. This will be very shortly end and l truly believe Christmas will be enjoyed! BY ALL!!! Those who serve their dark master do not truly celebrate Christmas anyways!

“your RH. that’s why you didn’t go”

I think this is Catherine explaining to someone why she didn’t attend the TUSK Awards, for “childcare reasons “, was what we were told. l think, in light of the above news, it was childcare, just feeling unwell, and taking cate of her baby bump. Now l hope MM ANON you haven’t teased us or l over reading into the clues! If in fact, Catherine is expecting, this , if all her children would be her ‘easiest first trimester’ because previously her hyperemesis gravidarum, has required hospitalization and then that care at home for subsequent pregnancies. This would be marvellous news anytime but ESPECIALLY NOW!!! I can just the smile across the persons she is speaking with face, as they realize oh THATS why you didn’t attend!!

“Four” ahhhhhrrr , I hate mornings!!

William is awoken by a sound, one he knows all too well. He looks at the clock and makes the comments groaning. He gets up to go tend to Catherine in the bathroom. They look at one another, smiling! BABY NUMBER FOUR IS ON HER WAY!! Thank you ever so much for granting my repeated requests and congratulations!💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻PG🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

OR OR OR OR OR OR IR BOTH😁😁😁😁😁

Harry continues his training, and duty, early morning, VERY early mornings are part and parcel of that.

“give a dog a bone …”

When you give a dog a bone, you not only give him a treat but something to tease him with, and dogs love that so much! The media has been giving us bits of flesh but no major bone, YET! It’s coming! I wonder what tomorrow’s headlines will read after the Panorama tonight. I wonder the next day after the NATO reception/dinner. There is so much neat, on the bone that is ‘madam%’, her lost years, her connections, behaviours you could cater 100 Royal receptions and still have plenty!!

“ yes , we’re all watching it! It’s very addictive “ ……… “ How the f***did they know that!!!”………… “ I told them Philip!!” ……… “bloody snoops” Royal family discussion night and blog reading time. They get on the topic of the Netflix show, The Crown. It sounds like they are enjoying it and find it addictive even, that’s high praise, l hope Netflix producers read Skippy blog!! PP is wondering how they knew something and HMTQ states unequivocally that she told them! Is she the unwritten/uncredited official Consultant? PP chimes in again, calling the press and it’s investigators bloody snoops.This is a good fun, conversation, not the invasive, boundaries crossed angry time.

At the last count sir , all was Ticketyboo.

LG receiving reports for tomorrow’s NATO events, dinner/reception. Ticket boo, means everything is perfect, just as it was planned to be, no anticipated issue! The capitalization of Ticketyboo, means Ticket, an actual invitation , likely numb and signed with allow entrance to the event. There will be zero gate crashes, if for some reason madam or anyone might try!

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Thank you dear PG….sounds like so much news coming! Can’t wait….I hardly doubt NetFlix is reading here though….I love your stories! Much appreciated….😊💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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132: Dec 3

MM ANON … email shemail ……this hole is getting deeper …… Christmas service treat🦄🦎…… “keep hold!! he’s a runner”…… a welcoming absence …… “ you can leave your scarf at home darling”…… “ Chaz & Don”…… Megan come Beggin…… “hope she stays for New Years”……Emmanuel & Don🎭]……… NATO,HATE-O…… “Philip, You’ll miss the banquet!!” ……… “bloody good!!”………” it’s your night old thing”………” Mmm , Catherine’s Tiara?” ………” Emeralds, would do the trick”……… “Sydney’ strong refreshments!!”…… “the Crown old thing?”

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

December 3/2019 Riddle #130

1110 hrs CST

email shemail

Email has been made public between from PA toGM, with the topic being VRG, asking questions. It kind of confuses him saying he never met her nor knew her, however he may have heard her name. If l am correct the email was sent January 3/2015. 0550 hrs so that’s early, sense of urgency? Or just a disciplined military man who rises early?

this hole is getting deeper

There is a focused multifaceted attack on the BRF! The more information, rather PR/media and interviews come out, instead of letting the legal system address any issues is further poisoning the water! Again, NOT DEFENDING ANYONE, but of all the high placed men WHY IS PA BEING BURNED AT THE STAKE? With high powered wealthy men, why is she so unafraid for her family?? Photos put buying beer and cigs? Who or whom are/is paying from this continued assault on the Monrachy!!??

Christmas service treat🦄🦎”keep hold!! he’s a runner”

Christmas pageant at Battersea, if Nanny Anon, is to be believed it’s tonight, l thought NATO reception was tonight, for weeks l thought it was the 4 th, l honestly cannot keep track. However, they each hVe a role of that l am certain, however Nanny says Charlotte is an angel, with a line to speak and George is rehearsing the role of his future, one of the three kings, NOT of Orient are🤣🤣🤣😂. Louis must a going concern, as we say here, constantly on the move. They best keep him firm in hand or he will do a runner through the audience and steal the show🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂. There would be one shriekingly ticked off Princess if that happened!

a welcoming absence “ you can leave your scarf at home darling”

Madam will not join the family at Sandringham, the first Christmas in two years without her. Catherine joking with William he need not bring his scarf🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂. His passive aggressive, sorry William but it was 🤣🤣😂😂, fiddling with his scarf whilst leaving the chapel on madams first unmarried Christmas , she was trying to engage him but he fiddled with his scarf . This went nuclear all over the internet and social media! I believe there is an actual official listing of the word scarfing!🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂 Oh man, and l had bought him the loveliest purple scarf, what shall l do with it ?🥺🥺😩😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣

“ Chaz & Don”

PC and DT , abbreviated as Chaz for a Charles and Don for Donald, will spend time together today at this evenings reception. I firmly am thinking l was right all along and the banquet is tomorrow. I am sure PC role is expanding they will have plenty to talk about. PC is the consummate host.

Megan come Beggin

Madam begged pleaded shrieked, until she finally got her wish to not be forced anywhere near the person she hates , the President of HER country. MM ANON , l hate to ask, is this a typo, Megan, not Meghan? If it’s not a typo, who is Megan???

“hope she stays for New Years”

This is the general consensus, that madam can stay wherever she is until AFTER New Years.

However, if this is the special friend, this may be leaning in a

positive vibe of hoping she will STAY until the New Years Eve.

Emmanuel & Don🎭]……… NATO,HATE-O

Presidents Emmanuel Macron and Donald Trump have had an extremely dramatic almost theatrical relationship. When they first met, Macron was so huggy , touchy feely, the word bromance was used. They have had some cracks with the U.S. pulling out of the Paris Climate Accord. President Trump has issues regarding NATO, paying funds etc, there is much changing on the worlds stage politically, the U.S./NATO/BREXIT/EU etc etc etc. Not the least of which has been the double barrel attacking of the British Monarchy!

“Philip, You’ll miss the banquet!!” “bloody good!!”” it’s your night old thing”” Mmm , Catherine’s Tiara?” ” Emeralds, would do the trick”

HMTQ and PP conversing, less pressure on the agenda, with the words done by LG and his team, yet he is not up to attending the banquet, plus he has retired from the world stage. Which sounds TRUT H be told, he has had his fill during the many decades attending them!🤣🤣🤣😂😂. Just reassuring her it’s most important that she, HMTQ, is there, she is so amazing as a hostess, she is involved with every little single detail! Well, well, well madams hair will be on fire!! Catherine will be wear the Vladimir Kokoshnik, l think that’s the one, it’s most certainly the one with huge Emeralds,tiara😁😁😁😁. I can hardly wait to see those photos!

“Sydney’ strong refreshments!!”…… “the Crown old thing?”

To end of conversation, the pulled cord, and again, as always, Sydney arrives, smiling, anticipating their request, Boddingtons for Himself and gin and DuBonnet for HMTQ.CHEERS YOUR MAJESTY, SIR!!

1150 hrs CST

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Thank you PG…interesting stuff today…I can’t wait to see which tiara Kate will wear…could it be that one! Oh my! Much appreciated dear PG!😊💜💜💜💜💜

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133: DEC 5

MM ANON ……… lovers not-on or emerald??…… Alexander McQueen green machine??……… Clean sweep!!!……………Trump wants his ball back…… Banquetiquette ……… “ One has to watch the hot mike Donald!!”……… Meanwhile’ crying in a corner……” a clash of Wills”……… “come on old thing,tell me all the gossip”………” Sydney ‘ gin and Du……” “ Ones a tad exhausted “…… “ you looked stunning Catherine “……… “yes ‘ I saw your killer 👀side eye “…… 👑👑💕💕And so to bed Zebedee!!……… “ Lottie ‘turn your pad off!!”…George’ sleep!!

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

December. 5/2019 0020 hrs CST

RIDDLE #130

SORRY I AM SO LATE WITH IT, I HAVE NOT FELT WELL SO I WILL GIVE IT A TRY!

lovers not-on or emerald??

I was sooooo certain l had read months ago that December4/2019 there was to be a formal NATO Banquet. Maybe l was wrong , unlikely it was changed. Nonetheless there is a Diplomats Banquet next week, l could be wrong too😏😒😂. Catherine, for a number of such occasions has worn the Lovers Knot Tiara and done so brilliantly, l might add! There has been rampant rumblings of her wearing the Vlad Emerald Tiara!! It’s gorgeous, all those emeralds, imagine with her gorgeous eyes?? 👀 👀 👸🏻 Allegdly(ha ha) a certain someone demanded this for a gathering of very VERY unhappy people! HMTQ ABSOLUTELY PUT HER FOOT DOWN NO!NO! The banshee was heard screaming all the way up in Balmedie!!!🤣🤣🤣😂😂. So l will firmly say, whether it the Diplomats banquet or not, whatever the next black tie/formal event, Catherine will be wearing the Vlad Emerald Tiara!!! No ifs ands or buts!!!

Alexander McQueen green machine??

Did she not look stunning at the reception? Green or any colour she wears so beautifully! Even a red puffer and skinny jeans!! She slays! As the kids say now! The papers should get their designers right, they had it wrong on RS as well, that was a McQueen military inspired gorgeous piece she wore, one paper saint Caroline Walker. No offence but that was not her style. Last night dress was said to be Emilia Wickstead. So is it now McQueen? Either way that was the colour of envy for sure, did she purposely wear it? OF COURSE SHE DID!! I cannot WAIT for the Diplomats banquet or next formal/black tie event. The gown she will wear , and Of COURSE SARAH BURTON, from the House of McQueen, who designed her wedding gown, will have designed it, bespoke to go with the Emerald Tiara! Put your ear plugs in kids, madam will be flying her 🧹 broomstick over London screaming 🙀 at the heavens!!! Jealous much!OH YES JEALOUSY THE GREEN EYED MONSTER HAS BERN OBVIOUS SINCE SHE CAME ONTO THE SCENE!

Clean sweep!!!

This immediately makes thing if curling! Hurry hard! Hurry! Sweep Sweep! If you’re Canadian or Scottish you will be laughing now🤣🤣😂😂. A clean sweep in a game is winning the game with the opposing side having a score of zero, or Ina finals winning the games needed to take the Stanley Cup, example, to win the series. A clean sweep can also, and here l believe is MM ANON meaning, to sweep out the dust, filth, unwanted or unsavoury things when cleaning house. So the cleaning house, clean sweep metaphor may be related to a clash of wills in when to release the hounds on madam and what on earth to do about the VRG issues!!!

Trump wants his ball back. Banquetiquette. “ One has to watch the hot mike Donald!!”

This is a childish reference to PT leaving before the final press conference after our PM, BOJO, Macron and Princess Anne were on ‘ hot mic’ which is the news means you’re microphone isn’t live , that’s how the ABC reporter Amy Robach got caught out saying ABC quashed her interview with VRG years ago. So l guess DT , l have to be very care here to not upset my American friends whilst defending my PM. I will just lay facts no subjective opinion ok? They must be VERY VERY VERY careful what they say, when they say it, because sorry JT but even without the hot mic, with my poor hearing l am used to lip reading and using closed captioning on the tv, l could read your lips! DT was upset, called him two faced. You can all opine about them now.

It was a reception, not a banquet, however etiquette is etiquette and the rules still apply. Good manners, carry oneself well and be above reproach. I am afraid some , have your own opinions ok, but there was some etiquette not taken. See above clue please.

A short time later, DT himself was caught on hot mic, congratulating himself for calling our PM what he called him and for leaving without the last presser, press conferences are called pressers in America. Saying that was funny that he said that name. It happens to everyone, hot mic, in politics or celebrities, they have to be careful unless they just don’t care.

Meanwhile’ crying in a corner

Madam, just go back to your corner, you have misbehaved so much, get used to the corner! Oh she must be spitting bullets of jealousy, if she saw Catherine, just wait till she sees the Christmas photos!😄😄😄😄🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂

“a clash of Wills”

William in back, he has proven himself a force of nature in becoming too. Dealing with family issues, is there disagreement regarding PA. There have been calls for him to lose his HRH status , is that on the docket? And great clashing of that? Wills was Diana’s name for William, wills is also ones determination to do or not do something

“come on old thing,tell me all the gossip”………” Sydney ‘ gin and Du……” “ Ones a tad exhausted “

HMTQ and PP again, indulge me, l know he’s at Wood Farm and she’s in London but indulge me, l love this, so do you, and so do some others. HMTQ finally out of her dress clothes, wearing comfortable nightdress, gorgeous purple velvet slippers and completely bespoke housecoat of the finest PUR velvet with silver seaming and luxurious embroidered collar with ER on the breast plate. PP in his nightclothes, grey slippers and matching bespoke grey robe with dark stitching along the seams barely there but if you look closely the beauty of each stitch is breathtaking. THANK YOU MM ANON FOR ADDING THE DRINKS I HAVE BEEN HAND TYPING FOR QUITE SOME TIME NOW!! PP already has his Boddingtons , cord was pulled just as she sat down, Sidney arrives, and PP orders her favourite cocktail, gin and a DuBonnet. She , you know it’s HMTQ when she speaks in third person, l do that a lot too😄😄😄😄😁😁, says she is a tad bit exhausted which means she is more tired than any of us have ever been! She is a force of nature! Majestic, strong, beautiful and tender when the needs be. They proceed to discuss all the goings on, at the reception and there was plenty!

“ you looked stunning Catherine “……… “yes ‘ I saw your killer 👀side eye “…… 👑👑💕💕And so to bed Zebedee!!……… “ Lottie ‘turn your pad off!!”…George’ sleep!!

William has returned from another successful solo Royal tour to the Middle East. I though the photos of him with the fisherman fixing their nets and then him giving it a go was amazing. He really , like his wife, has come into his own. Telling Catherine how stunning she looked last night and teasing her about her side eye, which she does very well! Remember the stolen pencil incident a few weeks ago? Louis long ago asleep, George and Charlotte keen to see daddy, imagine what did you bring me? A million times over and at a maximum volume!😂😂😂🤣🤣Zebedee, Zebedii, that was often what l heard or said for bedtime. A jovial memory of television and a cute sweet way to colour the word bedtime by making it fun because the word kids HATE is bedtime. Then when you reach adulthood and parenthood one prays for bedtime.🤣🤣🤣😂😂 l have never been a parent but l know many, enough to prove that statement!

Charlotte ever the controller of wifi and devices😂😂😂🤣🤣,we have read this in other riddles! Time for bed a George!!

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Thank you so much, especially doing this when feeling unwell. You are greatly appreciated. The Diplomatic dinner is December 11th. This is sounding good…😊💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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134: Dec 5

MM ANON …… “ no, not the service”……… Strip and rip…… IRSt in peace……” I think you’ll find it best ma’am”…… “ exactly ‘ peace and quiet”…… Distant thunder ……… “On Her Majesty’s secret service”…… No!! Not the whole enchilada………… The dossier, almost complete!!…… “Yes!! It certainly is personal”……… “she lived by the sor-did…… “gather thee rosebuds …………”…… “ not a word,old boy”. ……… “ Mmmm, unfortunate name for a club”……… “a sticky wicket,what!

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

December 5/2019 1040 hrs CST

RIDDLE #131

“no, not the service”

Prince Andrew has had virtually everything but his HRH ripped away. Papers saying now this morning that not only Prince Charles dressed him down, but Prince Philip did as well. He may be 98 and retired but a massive alpha male who can throw down with the best of them. Sounding like PA will NOT be permitted to attend church Christmas 🎄 morning as per usual. The Royal family walks and greets the public coming and leaving, HMTQ is driven.

Strip and rip

This sounds like a bikini wax or a back waxing . More like a search for drugs, substances, paraphernalia or weapons at a prison or psychiatric hospital, believe me, l have done many such searches, for those needing hospitalization. This clue could be twofold, firstly, reportedly three blackened windows Discoveries were seen high speed driving near Banbury, a day or so ago, evening l think actually, madam is rumoured to be near at SoHo or perhaps in Banbury, the hometown of a certain sycophantic royal reporter. Me oh my oh!! Has she been taken into custody by the Americans??? Did she fly back with the President?

Secondly this may refer to Prince Andrew, strip and rip him of everything including his HRH. Is that what is being ripped? The public and many are demanding it including his fellow military members! Might l again say, he has NOT BEEN INTERVIEWED NOR CHARGED! Just a fact, l hate sexual abuse and human trafficking it’s loathsome. But there seems to be a direct torpedo, pardon the wordage, directly at him.Why no one else? Whose agenda is this??

IRSt in peace

Madam is in a world/whirled of hurt with the IRS, America’s tax division. I have no idea her last filing, or how accurate she has ever been. Since joining the Royal family, although never really did, she has had a myriad of income sources and likely many we don’t know. Might it be not the literal death of her but in terms of finances, she will be if not already in process,be audited and may be garnisheed for the rest of her life to,pay what is owed?

“I think you’ll find it best ma’am”“ exactly ‘ peace and quiet”

I think LG is suggesting HMTQ head for Sandringham early, to be out of London when the walls come tumbling down so to speak. Peace and quiet, readying for family Christmas, although that too brings its own pains!

Distant thunder

Softly rolling distant, quiet, getting closer, more loud, and BABOOM CRASH!! The storm that has been brewing and slowly simmering in the background is coming, coming closer, when it arrives,it will be ELECTRIC!! The information and scandal will rock the globe. I am not just talking about when all about madam is revealed but her backers and their sordid dealings! BOOM CRASH FLASH! Winds howling! It’s going to be earth shattering.

“On Her Majesty’s secret service”

We have had several Bond references. This was the only Bond film that a George Lazenby ever starred in, did you know that? Connery or Moore?? The other actors don’t count! CONNERY LASS AM I , AYE TIS SO💜💜💜💜. I do believe our William has been on the intelligence gathering and l do wonder about our Harry. You kids remember me repeatedly talking about his wedding ring months and months ago and saying it’s no regular ring?Sure you do, one of you went hunting and posted a picture of a ring with GPS chip! It’s very unusual in the U.K. especially royalty, in my experience , for men to wear wedding bands yet Harry insisted, ask yourself why? Why? Why? By the way, great film, and great documentary l have pvr’ed , The Secrets of Her Majesty’s Secret Service. It was on PBS last week, an anon posted about it, so l pvr’ed it!

No!! Not the whole enchilada

So again, the whole enchilada is a metaphor for the entire sum of something, usually valuable. What and whom is this referencing? Again, is it PA, losing more? I doubt that, the phrase the whole enchilada , that is not a British expression it’s American. This must be regarding madam. Meaning, she has to give up everything, her HRH, every merching etc etc. She’s upset about it. What, to stay out of prison? Testify against someone? Tell the whole truth and nothing but? This woman cannot even spell truth. There are so many lies over so many decades allegedly, there is no way she knows who she was with when doing what.

The dossier, almost complete!!

Information is almost done, evidence, witnesses, intelligence, video, audio, photos, texts, emails, carrier pigeons and any other sort of stealth data to solidify alleged treason charges along with a boatload of other financial and Heaven only knows what from the past has raised its filth from the depth of those lost years! All the i dotted t crossed, airtight.

“Yes!! It certainly is personal”

Very personal, this attack was planned, guided, paid for, well planned, multipronged, family paid off, witnesses paid off or worse etc etc allegedly. So yeah it’s personal to HMTQ,PP, PC and PW.An attack on the thing HMTQ has spent her life serving! The very monarchy! Sordid plot to crumble the Monarchy! So hell yes ITS PERSONAL!!! To our a Royal family and TO ALL OF US!!

“she lived by the sor-did

Old saying live by the sword ⚔️, you die by the sword, you all know that one. Madam has allegedly lived a very sordid, deviant lifestyle for money and luxuries. This will be her downfall, any previous association with JE, l can only imagine what her role was and then became. This whole sick, satanic, house of cards is crumbling, the cockroaches are running for cover. Does she think the backers are going to pay for her attorneys or testify on her behalf? 😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣 She is crazier than l thought! ALLEGEDLY!

“gather thee rosebuds…

While ye may, love this .This beautiful piece of magic written by Robert Herrick hundreds of years ago but relevant now as then. Speaking how quickly time flies, make the most of each second, do not waste time on frivolous things or unsavoury things. Sadly, many lost souls here, and damaged ones, so evil. However we have HMTQ, PC , William and Catherine, the Monarchy, with them at the helm, is resilient, will cut the extras and forge a new Monarchy.

“ not a word,old boy”.

Someone is keeping schtum about something. I imagine there are many, likely most of the details will remain classified. The five eyes met at the NATO conference. I truly do wonder, although l love my little life, what intelligence was shared! PP likely speaking with Netty, and keeping things classified, most probably about when they plan to break and let loose! We all know who Netty is right? I have explained it in a few riddles!

“ Mmmm, unfortunate name for a club”

Tramp nightclub, the source of many stories VRG and PA. PA also was there many times with Fergie and that’s where he met Koo Stark way back when for those of us at a certain age! Horrible just horrible name for a club!

“a sticky wicket,what!

This is a croquet term, hitting the balls through the wickets. It’s also a cricket term! Jiminy 🦗 Crickets, that’s my new favourite saying😁. A sticky wicket in life refers to awkward, difficult, unexpectedly challenging time. Well doesn’t that just describe the last two years!! OR MORE! What detail is sticky still? Something needing sorting. I just cannot fathom what it is! But it’s important because it’s in the riddle!

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Oh my! Not sounding good for MM! We are getting there it seems! Fantastic job dear PG! Thank you so much!🙏🏻💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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135: Dec 6

MM ANON …… megbots in crisis …… megs spotted on ISS…… megs searchers internet for archificial upgrade …… megs still breastfeeding …… frogcott staff witness meg and Harry in screaming row 😱……… meg accused of bugging KP……… meg and archbishop in risqué photo shoot …… Archbishop denies clergy gossip …… meg ,VF interview ‘ I hate my chicken legs ‘…… Harry in GQ interview, I want a divorce ‘…… GQ, shock ‘horror, Harry’s OK’…… meg pens, ‘confessions of my yachting years’. … $20 million advance.

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

December 6/2019 1150 hrs CST

Thanks to the wonderful 💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻fortheheavenssake 🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜who is documenting all my riddle interpretations, l apparently have used two numbers twice🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂 so this is RIDDLE #135

💜💜MM ANON LISTEN, AS YOU ONCE SAID, NO APOLOGIES EVER!!!💜💜LEVITY IS NEEDED🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

megbots in crisis

Madam has had zillions of ‘bots’ online to bolster or artificially , not archficially🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂, boost her numbers and popularity on social media and PR. The well is running dry,no new storyline , last uncle pulled out of the woodwork weeks ago, bots, they cost $$$$$#£££££££€€€€€, she is in serious overload and underfunded. The bots are sputtering, spinning, electrical charges sparking, powering down, all the things 🤖 robots do when system failure, permanent fatal error blue screen, does not cooommmmmppppuuuutttteee………….

megs spotted on ISS

Oh now she’s an astronaut??? Really on the International Space Station??🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂. Yes, like l said last week Sasquatch and Elvis hang out in my back yard! Has she gone there to get another moonbump direct from the source??🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂

megs searchers internet for archificial upgrade

Oh my Jiminy Crickets!!🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂, l just typed that! Well not the internet part. Yes at some point she’s going to have to show a child, growing bigger, however Archficial was already a big boy, they used to call them huggy l think. She is madly trying to find the cheapest price for the new model of archficial. Maybe retailmenot or some other sites like Rakuten has coupon codes!!

megs still breastfeeding

Is she now? Is she a card carrying member of the La Leche League? Breastfeeding until the child is 18 or wed! Yes, it’s a great excuse for privacy, because despite what her PR says, she definitely wants privacy, no pictures, no one talking about or to her, yet yammers because no one asks if she is ok! Pathetic instagram post, photoshopped photos, one year anniversary of Hubb kitchen visit. Talk about grasping at straws for attention, and using year old photoshopped photos😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣😩😩

frogcott staff witness meg and Harry in screaming row 😱

I do believe this was/is a story in one of the American gossip rags, could be wrong but everyone reads here so look for that headline next week if you’re into tabloids😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣.Interesting, there are no staff at FC, because NO ONE LIVES THERE! Perhaps an old spirit, but they take care of themselves! They have never lived there, every celebrity or article about who has visited there and held/fed/played with archficial are all liars, allegedly.

meg accused of bugging KP

Not surprised at that, taking a page right out of MA’s playbook at SoHo. Secretly record, gather intel, blackmail=$$$$$$$$€€€€€€€£££££. I wonder what secrets she gathered! Add that to the charges, LG and Netty, Sirs! Please! Allegedly! 🙄🙄

meg and archbishop in risqué photo shoot

There has been something odd about everything madam does/has done. One of the most bizarre is Justin Welby, the A of C, he allegedly privately baptized her. He allegedly christened archficial, with one wee issue, he was hours from London at that time at a Church conference. Now he has come out defending her. So there is no confusion these are his exact words.

💜💜Justin Welby, the Archbishop of Canterbury, defended the Duchess of Sussex against what he called the “totally undeserved” criticism she has received.

“She’s a person of profound humanity and deep concern for people, seeking to carry out her role with every ounce of her being, and I think she’s a remarkable person💜💜.

What’s gone on here? Are you suggesting she has something on him so he has done these things under blackmail allegedly. Not a thing in this mess would surprise me one wit!

Archbishop denies clergy gossip

Parishioners talk, clergy members talk, they’re human, when things don’t add up, it makes for lots of speculation and questioning. Is the A of C denying that other bishops or members of the clergy have been speculating and questioning some of the issue l typed above? This is all too weird. If we had a whole wall with every single odd event, altered facts, stories comments etc etc, it would be like string art we used to do way back when. Better still twist like Christmas lights, and trying to figure out which bulb is causing the whole string to not light up. I know most of you remember that, the good old days before prelit trees in weird colours that make noises and flash so rapidly you get a migraine. Jiminy Crickets, l sound like one of those two grumpy men in the balcony on the Muppets Show😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣.

meg ,VF interview ‘ I hate my chicken legs

Harry in GQ interview, I want a divorce ‘GQ, shock ‘horror, Harry’s OK’

Madam did the VF, wild about Harry, was all PR lies! I think in terms of madams legs millions would agree! Now now, is this how this is going to roll? Tit for tat, pun intended🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂, is Harry doing a GQ cover giving her the same treatment by shockingly wanting a divorce?? Oh please 🙄 JIMINY CRICKETS 🦗 l want ten copies!!!💜💜💜Please sir, l want some more! The first person who comments where that line is from gets a smile from me😁. 💜💜💜Imagine the worlds shock?! Oh MM ANON DON’T TEASE ME!🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂 LG your brilliance is only surpassed by your loyalty and dedication to HMTQ Tip hat 🎩 Sir!

meg pens, ‘confessions of my yachting years $20 million advance.

During the weekend when madam went to help her Bestie SW completely lose the U.S.Open, they didn’t want her there, she went anyhow, didn’t she do a great job? Flirting grossly with SW husband, ignored by SW’s mum and graciously using the ‘Markle effect’ and SW lost soundly! She was summoned there, post haste allegedly to meet with backers and take a meeting with publishers. There have been rumblings and rumours of a book. Good luck fact checking that one, the poor ghost writer and editor🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂. I think she will have to forget a lot because the IRS apparently doesn’t like it if you do not declare income or not be truthful, allegedly. And also, law enforcement may have issues with some behaviours, in relation to those missing years. And a wee tiny issue of archficial fauxmegnancy, not of the body. Trying to pass off a surrogate baby, not Harry’s child, all allegedly of course! As a blood royal baby!! Just a minor treason charge. Then there is the SoHo issue…….bugging, recordings, blackmail, all from the plot of a juicy film! As far as a $20,000,000 advance, if that happens, l will eat my hat! I don’t have one, got toques, might have to eat one then!! Who in their right mind would give her that cash advance? Unless it was not the right but the left, the leftists globalists backers….yep that l can see!!! Help us oh Lord🙏🏻🙏🏻 please, the light needs to be shone on the horrors that have been happening. Our beloved HMTQ, it just is breaking my heart, she is so beloved.

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MM ANON …… Muffin the mule…… looby loo & Andy pandy …… 95 , time!!…… “no’ not chaz”’……… “ I’m Meghan Markle and I indorse this massage” ……” An American Christmas card”…… betrayal in B&W……… “ it’s HMTQ your talking about!!!”…… “ tell her to PO ‘ it’s the Boxing Day shoot”……… 🎼I’m dreaming of a right Christmas 🎼…… a shortie but goody

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December 6/2019 1530 hrs CST RIDDLE #136

Muffin the mule

Muffin has a naughty meaning as well as the breakfast bit. Mule is a very stubborn animals or someone carrying something illegal across borders as in a drug mule. First thing l thought of was a Moscow mule, classic lovely drink. There was an article in the DM about madams Christmas decor ideas and menu, the Moscow mule in copper was her idea!🤣🤣🤣😂 Well, l can’t drink anymore, but to me l would have one anytime but they and the copper was all the rage about five years ago, so she seems to be a wee bit behind the trend! However in fairness, it was taken from the 2015 Tig.

looby loo & Andy pandy

I read in the DM and saw photos years ago, Prince Andrew dancing up a storm, with a Heidi Klum, didn’t look like her but she was in a wig, costume. Also another female. Apparently he liked to be massaged by two women simultaneously, not underage, or rude, fun. The loony loo is known here as the hokey pokey, a hand , leg, body action dance. Is this having a go at PA ‘skills’ on the dance floor?? The hokey pokey also has a naughty meaning too.

95 , time!! “no’ not chaz”

HMTQ will be 95 in 18 months. Double exclamation mark, someone or several are firm in her making PC Regent at that time! It sounds like a firm opinion that PC is not the choice for Regent. Might William be tapped to step up and put a whole new modern face on the Monarchy? My goodness, to quote London Scoop, up is down, down is up, the world is spinning too fast!! The winds of change are gusting stronger and stronger!

“ I’m Meghan Markle and I indorse this massage”

Ha ha. Is she doing adverts now for special yacht massages.🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂 Oh dear imagine the oils and other items she would smear around!!! 😫😫😫😩😩😩🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢Just imagine the worst grossest thing you can muster!! Is she going into politics or has she massaged major politicians???? The end of every tv ad during election, l am so and so and l endorse this message. Yikes, crazy world!

“ An American Christmas card”betrayal in B&W

Of course the Christmas card will be in black and white, what else do we expect from madam? Likely have her back turned as well. Will Archficial be backwards too? Ultimate betrayal of wedding vows, to the public. A child not Harry’s, and not of her body! Will this be released and dealt with before Christmas? I pray so🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

“ it’s HMTQ your talking about!!!”…… “ tell her to PO ‘ it’s the Boxing Day shoot”

PP is angry and someone has been disrespectfully talking about HMTQ, PP is soundly bringing them about. PP is laying it down, madam has no input in the shooting day, she’s to be told to PO! PP talking to Harry, l am confused about why Harry would be still bring requests or demands from madam. I am wondering if it’s LG, because l am pretty certain Harry is far away from her and no interaction. It’s about Christmas, Sandringham and the annual family Boxing Day shooting party. Madam has been aggressively against it, allegedly previous years. So is madam still in a position to make demands? Well it sounds like she will be told what’s what!

🎼I’m dreaming of a right Christmas 🎼

I watched the film White Christmas last night, gorgeous songs by a Irving a Berlin, fabulous, again movies when they were movies! I am thinking the wish is that Jeremy Corbyn loses and BoJo, the conservatives, oft referred to as the right. Corbyn is leaning left strongly and much upset about alleged anti-Semitic beliefs. I think all this crap with madam has to wait till after the election, December 12/2019.

a shortie but goody

Is this little Louis? He is toddling around, l recall the summer videos at the park garden Catherine designed, him running in the bridge arms wide to balance. I can hardly wait for the Christmas photos! I can only imagine running round now, he will be into anything and everything!Bless him🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻 l am exhausted, haven’t slept since Thursday morning. Two riddles, other posts sheesh JIMINY CRICKETS 🦗 I AM DONE💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

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You woke up feeling plagued bliss. You felt so light but there was something nagging at you. You sat up, Michael's green sheets warm and smooth against your bare skin. The smell of breakfast was coming from the kitchen. Eggs and bacon and tea. Suddenly you stopped. Tea? Michael drank coffee in the mornings like most Americans. And he rarely ever made breakfast. Then you looked down and saw, not Michael's green sheets but yellow sheets. Newt's yellow sheets. The previous day slammed into you like a wave. You gasped as you doubled over, your heart aching. Michael cheated on you. You weren't enough for him. And then you slept with your best friend! You gasped, no longer numb but acutely aware. You scrambled to get out of bed. Newt's bed. You pulled on your clothes just as he walked into the door carrying a steaming tray. He was smiling. "Good morning lo-Y/N. I made you breakfast..." He trailed off as he saw you hurrying to put on your shoes. "You're leaving." He said flatly. You nodded. "You don't have to leave Y/N." "I do. This was a mistake. I shouldn't have-I need to talk to Michael." You said walking towards the door. "Wait. You don't have to do that. You can stay here with me. Stay here for a month. Take some time. You need it. You deserve it. Take some time away from him because if you go back now you'll forgive him and he doesn't deserve your forgiveness." Newt said. You stopped your hand on the door. He was right. You turned around and walked back to Newt. "You're right." You said walking back to him. He looked relieved and smiled. You sat down hesitantly on the edge of the bed. Newt pushed the tray of breakfast to the middle of the bed and beckoned you over. Slowly you pulled off your shoes and crawled over to the middle of the bed and began eating the food he'd made for breakfast. "You made breakfast?" You asked He nodded nervously. "I mean I thought after last night I should. Ingot up and fed the animals and I thought tha-" "That you'd feed me too?" You asked. "Ye-no! Not like that. Not like you're one of the animals. Cause you're not. Definitely not. I just-I thought it was protocol after y'know after last night." He was red as he stuttered through his mishap. You couldn't help but wonder if Leta had always demanded breakfast from him. You wondered why he made it. Then you tried to shut off all those thoughts. "After Michael leaves I'll go pack a bag and I'll come back. One month." You said quietly. Newt put his hands over yours and you may have imagined it was for more than comfort. Thus the healing began. You stayed with Newt, lived with him, helped him care for his animals, you watched movies and hung out together even more than usual and of course, there were the many nights you spent in his bed. He was amazingly and unbelievably kind and caring. You found your heart mending and it seemed you weren't the only one. As you became happier Newt became happier. He was so caring and you couldn't help remembering why you loved him. He warmed your broken heart as he helped put it back together, but you also remembered what happened the last time you loved him. You had to remind yourself that he loved Leta. That he chose Leta over you and it broke your heart. You drug up the memories. The memories of him distancing himself from you the memory of the awkward pained look on his face when you told him you loved him. The way he told you that y'all should have some distance. You brought up those memories and the memories of the pain to keep yourself from falling in love with him again. He chose Leta. He loved Leta. He was using you to get over Leta. You told yourself that again and again. And then took measures to make sure you wouldn't fall. You moved away from his touch from his embraces. During movie night you moved away from him when he tried to cuddle with you. You ignored the hurt expression on his face each time. The only time you let him touch you was the nights you slept with him. And you made sure to leave so that you wouldn't wake up with him. That was far too intimate. And you couldn't afford intimacy with Newt because intimacy meant love and love meant the possibility of breaking your mending heart. By the end of the month you felt so much better. So much better that you didn't want to go back, the pain had faded, so when you walked into your office and saw Michael sitting there with roses and your favorite food and a box of cards you didn't crumble or run or cry. You felt a pang in your heart but you sat down. You wouldn't let him run you from your own office. "What do you want?" You asked him. "To apologize." He said. You crossed your arms then moved to open the door. "Leave." You said. He didn't move. "No." He responded. "Leave." You repeated. "No." He said again. "Why?" You said through gritted teeth. "Because unlike you I don't leave. You left. You left the apartment you stopped answering my calls. You just disappeared and I've been trying to reach you but...you blocked me on everything, so finally I came here. Where have you been?" He asked. "Ive been staying with Newt." You said, crossing your arms. His jaw clenched, his face turning red with anger. "You've been living with another man?" He asked. "Do I need to remind you what you were doing with another woman?!" You yelled at him outraged at his hypocrisy. "I never felt anything for her. You and that stupid Scamander guy have always been close. Then you leave me for him?!" He exclaimed. "I never left you! You cheated on me!" "But we never broke up. I said lets work through it!" Michael responded. "Work through it? Through that?! You cheated. You said I wasn't enough." You said to him. His eyes fell in shame, his anger deflated as he sat down in a chair and grabbed your hands and looked solemnly into your eyes. "I'm so so sorry Y/N. I never should have said that. You are so important to me and so much to you. You are beautiful and intelligent and caring and I love you. I miss you. I ended things with her immediately. I haven't touched her, even looked at her since. I don't care about her I care about you." He said. "And what about my imperfections?" "I don't care. I love you. Your imperfections are part of a perfect you. All your perfect imperfections." He smiled as he quoted the cheesy line. You tried to keep your face blank but the words he was saying we're the words you'd wanted to hear for so long. He loved you. That's what you wanted. That's what you needed. "It's not too late is it? Are you...are you with Scamander now?" He asked. You were silent for a few moments, not sure how to answer. You thought of how he made breakfast for you and how y'all almost cuddled during movie nights and how caring he was with you. Those were relationship things. But then you thought of Leta, her old over him. He was just using you to get over her, you reminded yourself even though you didn't quite believe it. You thought of how he'd chosen her over you and how you were afraid to love him for fear of a broken heart. You ignored that nagging feeling in your heart that hinted that your attempts at not loving him failed. You pushed the feeling down deep and grasped Michael's hands. "No. That's....nothing. We're just friends and he was letting me stay with him while I took a break to figure things out." You said. "We'll figure it out together. Come home and we can figure it out together. Work it out together." Michael said. "Michael I don't know." "Please. At least consider it. I love you so much. And I miss you so much. I don't know what I'll do without you so I promise I will never cheat again. I'll shower you with love I'll be the perfect boyfriend. Just come home." He pleaded. "I'll consider it," you said. A smile flickered across his face. "Thank you." He said, backing out of the office. Throughout the rest of your day your head was bouncing with so many thoughts. With what Michael had said, what Newt had done. He said he'd shower you with love but you couldn't help but think about how newt already did it. And newt did it better. But he wasn't your boyfriend. Michael had said you were his 80% and that's why he wanted you back. You were mostly what he wanted, more than the other girl, but you still weren't enough. Not for him. But...to Newt you were just...a rebound. You weren't anything. You were his best friend that he slept with to get over his heartbreak from the girl he really loved. You walked into the apartment later that evening. Newt was smiling, sitting in an armchair tending to one of his creatures. He grinned when he heard you come in. "Good evening lov-Y/N." He said. You greeted him back and went to your room to grab your bag and start packing your stuff. You didn't even notice the flowers and sweets on the table. Moments later Newt bounded into your room, light and happy. You realized as you saw him that he was happier. He was smiling, his cheeks were red, his eyes were bright. He was buoyant and glowing and he didn't seem heart broken anymore. Pickett hung to his lapel and kept tapping him. He nervously fidgeted and blushed. "So...I wanted to talk to you about something. Also, I um, I saw these beautiful flowers today and I thought of you and it reminded me that's I wanted to ask you-well you know you've been staying here and we've been doing stuff and it's it's good right? So I-" suddenly he cut off as he saw your bag on the bed and the clothes you were packing. His entire countenance fell, his smile disappeared and his shoulders slumped. "You're...leaving." He muttered. You nodded. "Yeah. Michael stopped by my workplace and we talked and I think we're gonna try to work it out. So I'm gonna go back-" Thump. You turned around and saw so,e flowers on the ground. They'd fallen from Newt's hands behind his back. "You're going back to him?!" Newt exclaimed. You turned around and looked at him and you were surprised. Suddenly he looked sad. He wasn't bright or hopeful anymore. He looked sad. "Newt what's wrong?" "You're going back to Michael?" He asked. You nodded. "I'm thinking of trying to work it out with him. He said he'll do better. He'll be a good boyfriend he'll treat me well. I could do worst than a guy who will treat me well." "Don't I treat you well?" Newt asked quietly. You paused, your breath catching. Did he say what you thought he said. "You do, Newt you treat me perfectly." "Then why? I don't get it. He cheated on you. You weren't enough for him he doesn't deserve you he doesn't even appreciate-" You felt an ache as he reminded you of that feeling of not being enough. "Why would you bring that up? Why would you remind me of that Newt?" You asked him. "Because. He's the wrong person! I told you a month ago when it happened I told you you'd never be enough for the wrong person but you'd be enough for the right person. And you're more than enough for me. You're everything to me. Your smile lights up my life and your laugh makes my heart flutter and your body is perfect to me. Your body your mind your heart I love it all. You are everything to me and you're only 80% to him and he doesn't deserv-" Newt cut off his passionate outburst, slapping his hand over his mouth as he realized what he just said. You were shocked. And happy and hopeful, but in denial. "What?" You asked him. His face was red and he shook his head. "You love me?" He nodded. "But Leta." You said. He dropped his head in shame. You stepped closer to him. "Y/N. I made a mistake." You remembered how he had kissed you after she broke his heart. Kissed you to try to get over her. "Newt. You don't love me. You're just trying to get over her." "Y/N that's not true!" "Then why did you kiss me after you broke up with her. You kissed me desperately, desperate for a distraction, desperate to get over her." "Y/N. You don't get it. Back when you said you loved me I was conflicted. I was faced with a choice. You or her. And I chose wrong. I knew I'd chosen wrong as soon as you started pulling away. And then when you started dating Michael my heart-I was so jealous of him and I knew I had no right to be. But then she was so cruel to me and I realized that I threw away my shot with you for that. That cruelty. Leta was never right for me. She's a taker and I chose her over you. I chose wrong. I realized that I'd lost you I'd lost my soul mate and that's why I was so sad and I was so desperate to go back to choose you. That's why I kissed you. And then I remembered that you weren't mine. That I had no right. I had lost you. Then he messed up. Y'all weren't right for each other and I saw my chance. I thought I might have a chance. That's why I tried everything. I treated you like I would if you were mine and for a few moments I imagined you were. Didn't that feel real to you?" He asked. You were numb as you nodded. He loved you. Newt loved you he really had meant it. He wanted more. Your heart swelled with happiness and you felt the walls you'd built around your heart crumbling. You acknowledged your love for him and it began coursing through your heart unrestrained. "Tonight I was going to ask you to be my girlfriend. I was going to tell you I love you and ask you for an official relationship." He said, his shoulders slumped. "It's probably too late for that. But I just want you to know I love you I have loved you for so long. You were never just a rebound, never someone I used to get over her." He said. He looked unto your eyes and picked up the flowers. "I know you're going back to him but I won't let you leave without saying it. You are too precious to me for me to just throw away my shot with you. I love you Y/N. You are more than enough for me, you are everything I could wish for and more. I love you and want you to consider being my girlfr-" You cut him off with a kiss. You pulled his body close to yours and you tangled your fingers in his hair as he kissed you slowly, gently, lovingly. When you pulled away his eyes were sparkling with hope. "Does that mean?" "Yes I'll be your girlfriend. I love you Newt. I love you too. I'm sorry I didn't want to love you because I thought you didn't love me and I thought I'd settle for Michael but you-" He cut you off with another kiss. "Its ok love" he said when you broke away for air again. He grinned. "Heavens I've wanted to call you that for so long. My love." You smiled and kissed him again. "I love you." You said again. You and Newt smiled at each other. You were about to kiss him again when you felt a poke on your shoulder. You looked down and saw Pickett coming out of Newt's pocket. He clapped his hands together as he gestured between you two. Then he pointed to the bag on the bed. He jumped onto the bed and started trying to pull clothes out. You smiled. "Pickett's right. I need to unpack this bag. In fact, I need to get some boxes and go back over and get all of my stuff. I have a feeling I'll be staying a lot longer than just month." You said with a grin.

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[yuki-d-raizel-blog]

Number 1333

Chapter 10/??

Summit: What happens if a mysterious prisoner joins the chaotic Cell 13? He is perfect for the Nanba Prison, his name is synonym of terror and cruelty; each time he was sent to a new prison, he broke out in less than an hour. Will the Nanba Prison succeed to keep him jailed or not…?

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The next day.

Like expected, Number 33 sleeps while the others are dealing with their new guardian: Mitsuba Kiji. Even if they are a bit noisy, is not that loud to wake Ayu up or at least, that's what everyone thought. Kiji doesn't know the habits of that man of hitting whatever it goes near him, so when Uno starts a fight, the guard kicks the inmate which falls right on Ayu.

<<.....Mh.... Uno...?>> Number 11 learnt that if he don't move, Number 33's senses will not label him as a danger, <<What are you doing...?>> Ayu rolls over with Uno on him, that slowly gets up to be sure that he's fully awake.

<<Sorry man, that garish bird kicked me. Did I hurt you?>> says him checking if his friend is bleeding or not.

"Garish bird?" Ayu looks at the new man inside the cell and understands what happened, "Too noisy..." he stands up and pulls off his hood to show his face, <<Hi, what a wonderful look you have today.>>

Who is he?! That man looks completely different!! His smile is too bright and pure, his eyes show only love and care! And just a phrase is working on the guard very well too!?

"Is he trying to seduce him?!" his friends just look curious, when Jyugo will be back, they definitely want to know his missions.

<<May I have your hand, milady?>> Ayu grabs Kiji's hand with the back of his fingers and gently kisses it, then using his own body, Number 33 is pushing out the guard without that he notices, his gazes are all studied to maintain the focus on him and not where he's going.

"He's a pro!!" Nico and the others cover their eyes, but the curiosity wins over them and they decide to peek a little, just a little.

The more he reduces the space between their bodies, the more Kiji becomes embarrassed. The supervisor hits the wall and Ayu blocks him with his arm. He doesn't talk, his charming eyes are enough to bewitch the prey.

"A Japanese kabedon!! Wow!!" and that weird switch flipped inside the inmates' minds, "Japanese pick up style!!"

"This man is too easy. I had much harder targets to seduce." <<May I ask you something really important?>> the moment Ayu's leg slides between his, Kiji turns all red and panics immediately, <<It's a secret, so keep it, alright?>> since the officer is taller than him, Ayu moves his body mechanically to reach Mitsuba's lips while the other is on the edge of the insanity, <<Hush, milady...>>

<<No, no, wait, wait, this is too fast, I'm not ready for this-asdfghjkl!!>> the supervisor passes out and slides on the wall until he sits unconsciously.

<<Too easy, not even funny. Now...>> Ayu picks the body up and drags it out of the cell, <<Don't make a fuss when I'm trying to rest. I've already a weird sleeping schedule, don't fuck it up more than it is already.>> he leaves Kiji next to the cell and closes the door, <<Fucking hell, I can't even sleep in this place.>>

He lays down and covers himself with the blanket, while the others check Mitsuba: he really passed out; god damn, his seducing skills are made for veneration only. Also, that suddenly change of personality is something that they don't know if they have to admire it or being scared of it.

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Last day without Hajime.

Today, the supervisor officer of the Building 5 will be in charge of the Building 13. Before Gokuu checks what the inmates are doing, he does all the paper works, makes a patrol in the entire establishment and then, walks towards the Cell 13. Seitarou accompanies him to report what he wants to know, since Samon has a lot of doubts about that cell, he's sure that Hajime is hiding something.

<<How things with Cell 13?>> asks the officer checking the way to be sure that everything is fine.

<<There were no incidents yesterday and the day before that, either.>> replies Seitarou walking next to the superior, <<I believe they're behaving well today, too.>>

Once reached the destination, Gokuu opens the door and finds the inmates under the covers. He stares at them blinking a few times to be sure that he isn't hallucinating things, then he starts to shout pissed off.

<<Get your asses out of the bed!>> he yells while the poor Seitarou must hold him down, <<It's already past the wake-up call, you idiots!>>

A strange sound stops his rage and moves the prisoners to find an immediate hiding place. A few seconds later, Yamato bursts into the cell pushing away both officers.

<<Good morning, gentlemen!>> cheerful and loud as always, <<It's time for fun training!>> seeing that no one is there, Godai turns his heels and begin to walk away.

After the routine check of his wounds, Ayu walks direct to his cell, and since he was there, he stopped for a bit in the library to borrow a few books. While he gets near to his destination, he can hear loud screams and noises already, this is unbelievable...

<<Where the fuck is Number 33?!>> Samon turns to check the hallway, but he bumps into something that pushed him down, <<What the->>

<<Woh, that was close.>> Ayu collects all the books that were dropping and offers a hand to the officer, <<Are you okay?>> "He didn't even move me... Is he that weak or it's because he's short?"

<<Where the hell were you until now?!>> another guard who yells too much...

<<With Otogi-sensei.>> he answers showing the certificate as proof of what he said, <<To check my wounds as yesterday and the day before that.>>

<<And where did you take those books?!>>

<<In the library...? Are you stupid?>> meanwhile, Yamato and Tsukumo drag Rock out of the cell, "What the actual-" and suddenly, Uno and Nico both hide behind his back.

<<Never mind! Let's go!>> while Samon tries to catch Uno, Nico looks confused and Ayu just stretches his arm to avoid the fall of his books, "If Number 25 goes out of control like in the tournament, I'm not gonna write a letter of apology in Hajime's place! Hell no!"

"This guy shouldn't know about Nico's medications and diseases yet. I won!" Uno grins and stays covered behind Number 25, <<See ya, Rock!>>

<<Don't be fooled, guard! Nico took his medication today!>> screams Number 69 with all his might, <<He shouldn't be able to use that "qigong" thing anymore!>>

<<Damn you! Why did you tattle?!>> yells back Number 11.

<<Shut up! That's what you get for being a selfish prick!>> Yamato and Tsukumo compliment Rock's body for being perfect for a soldier, the Japanese perfect soldier, <<I'm a fucking American!>>

Kicking his ass, Gokuu pushes Uno, Nico and Ayu to the training camp and forces them to do a lot of exercises. Ayu is the only spared, now he's sit on Yamato's shoulders and reads his book. He was saved for the document that Otogi released to him, strongly prohibiting him to do something that would tired his body.

<<What a shame Number 33-kun, I would like to receive some lessons from you.>> says Yamato laughing.

<<Why me?>> talks the prisoner moving his eyes on the next page, <<You aren't the type to study languages or how to cheat in games, so I can only teach you how to kill people.>>

<<You know how to use all the weapons, and all the martial arts!>> the guard is not giving up, <<There's a lot that you can teach me! Hahaha!>>

<<What blasphemies are you saying, Yamato?!>> yells Samon, <<You want to learn from a killer?!>>

<<Hahaha, you can't deny his divine skills supervisor Gokuu!>>

<<I don't give a shit->>

"Someone just shut this monkey up, for the love of god... His voice is echoing in my head." <<Oi, your pupils are ditching the push-ups.>>

<<Don't you dare to lay around, stupid brats!>>

<<Fuck you Ayu!!!>> , <<I hate you!!>> , <<So mean, Ayu-chan!>>

<<Es tut mir Leid, Leute.>> Ayu changes page again and rests his arms on Yamato's head, <<Arbeite weiter hart!>>

"Surely, he speaks divinely." thinks Gokuu staring at the inmate while he reads, "He's perfect in everything he does... I need to keep an eye on him."

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Another day in the Nanba Prison for the Cell 13. Today they are pretty silent, Number 33 and Number 11 are reading, Number 25 is playing some games with Number 69. Everyone seems pretty focused on what they're doing, until a cheerful voice breaks the silence.

<<Ayu-chan, do you want to play a game with us?>> says Nico smiling, <<With two players it's boring!>>

<<Okay.>> the man leaves the book on the tatami and sits near his friends, <<What were you playing?>>

<<It's a game we saw on a magazine.>> explains Rock, <<It's for kids, but it's pretty funny. Basically, your objective is make the others draw the joker. If you finish all the cards, you win, but if you remain with the joker only, you lose.>>

<<You're forgetting something important!>> adds Nico while his friend shuffles the cards, <<If you draw a card and you have the same on your hand, you must put them aside.>>

<<Got it.>> "What a weird game. I never played a card game outside gambling... How I must behave with this one?"

Rock gives a card for each participant until they are over, then everyone picks up theirs checking if they have a double already. Once everything is ready, they start. Nico and Rock can't believe what Ayu is doing; why they haven't a camera to record these moments?! Since Ayu has the joker, when his cellmates move towards his cards, he starts to do weird and funny faces, anxious that they will not draw the joker; so they move from a card to another just to see the change on Ayu's face, from a relaxed one to a panic one. They voluntarily draw the joker to make him enjoy the game more, he's playing without studying or calculate anything, he's just trying to win with his own experience.

Suddenly, the door is opened, and Hajime stands in the entrance while his inmates stare at him. The only one who clicks his tongue is Uno, who asks rudely what the guard wants.

<<Hey, what are you doing? Get in there already.>> he says pulling something behind the door, <<Huh? You feel awkward? Who gives a shit!>> finally he stands aside and Jyugo shyly walks in keeping his head lowed.

Nico and Rock greet him with a big smile and some question about his health, and before Jyugo could explain something, Uno punched him. Under the others' watch, the two inmates start a little fight, then Uno adds something with an annoyed tone.

<<Finally you're back, damn. It's no fun without you; we can't even get out of here.>> those words freeze the mismatched prisoner.

<<Jyugo-kun, tell us more things about Japan, Ayu-chan will tell us his missions too!>> says Nico approaching the friend, <<We were waiting for you! You know, Ayu-chan did something really cool a few days ago!>>

Rock puts an arm around Number 15's shoulder and says excited that the stone oven he wanted, it's almost ready, so the prisoner invites the cellmate to eat with him since Jyugo is the only one who waits he finishes to eat, outside Ayu. Seeing how warmly they welcomed him, Jyugo calls their attentions with an apologetic voice.

"His breathing rhythm changed..." thinks Ayu looking at his friend, "The aura too, he seems more determinate to do something."

"I had turned my back on everything for all this time. But now..." a little breath and he starts: <<I'm sorry I've been, well... hiding a lot of things from you guys.>> he sees that the reaction isn't that bad, so he decides to continue, <<During the New Year's Tournament, I couldn't help it. I couldn't stop myself.>> "Don't be afraid of them!" he slowly kneels and bows until he touches the tatami, <<But I'll make sure I'm able to prevent it next time. I'm an idiot, so I have no idea what can I do for you guys... But...>>

"I already know how this is gonna end." Ayu rests his head on his hand and looks the scene with a little smile, "Uno and the others have that strange expression... the three foreignness are coming back soon."

<<I will never turn my blades against you again. So...>> Jyugo pushes his forehead more on the tatami to be sure that everyone knows how much he regrets what he did, <<So please, give me do-over, starting today.>> "All I can do is bow my head down like an idiot; forgive me."

<<Uno-kun...>> , <<Yeah, could it be...>>, <<It's gotta be...>>

Those whispers make Jyugo raises his head to see what reaction had his friends even if he's scared to know it.

<<Japanese apology!!>> that weird foreign accent and Jyugo's reaction makes Ayu laugh, but he covers it immediately. Nobody must know that he laughed at that gag scene, no, he has an image to keep.

<<Damn you guys! And here I'm->>

<<Jyugo!>> that's the first time that someone calls his name with so much care, <<Don't worry about it!>> the weird trio kneel in front of Number 15 and smiles happily, <<That's who you are, right Ayu?>> Uno calls the last inmate to join the group, and Jyugo tenses up again, he clearly remembers he tried to kill Ayu more than one time, plus he got shot to protect him.

<<Um...>> the awkward duo is now face to face, <<I'm not good with these type of things, but I understand you. I've learnt that sometimes, you become a monster just to be able to protect someone, so I'm not gonna blame you, nor being scared or mad with you. Just like Uno said, Jyugo is still Jyugo.>>

<<....Eh? B-but you got injured->>

<<Two or three more scars to add in my collection. You said that as long as I'm here, I can be myself, nobody will judge me.>> Jyugo listens carefully like everyone else, Ayu is speaking so much these days, it's a good sign! But Number 15 is taken off guard when Ayu gently hugs him, careful to not hurt him, <<Don't you think that those words are for you too?>>

Slowly, everyone hugs Jyugo and says a warmly "welcome back" that makes the inmate cries. He instinctively puts his arm around his friends and hugs them tighter.

"I have nothing. But even if I can't do anything and have nothing... They all understand me, they'll never know how much relief I feel hearing those words. I'm sorry I'm always running away. I'm sorry I'm always hiding something... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." <<Thank you...>>

---Continue...

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Hi guys, Yuki is back bitches! I hope everyone had funny and wonderful moments during these holidays, and Happy New Year to all of you! Now, let’s continue this story hping that you guys like it!

Said this, I’m going back to work! See ya tomorrow!

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Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

[middayfiddler]

The Anatomy of Existence

Kyuutae Week Day 5: Modern AU

Also on AO3

i.

The sheets are long unwashed. They reek of sweat and cheap booze and no one seems to mind.

She wakes up.

The lamp is not working once again, one single spark of light lingers on the wire of a bare lightbulb. Or it never stopped not working, she doesn't know and can't remember. It's not like it matters, really. She leaves before sunset and comes back by the time the night turns into gray, dim, shapeless dawn. She comes back into the room full of spiders and moths and ghosts and they don't need light to stay alive.

A hand grazes her hip and it's cold, freezing cold.

She shivers. Her fingers run on the floor by the bed, searching for the discarded shirt she could put back on. It's not even a nice shirt, just the one she won in the grocery lottery years ago, and it's torn on the back  where she leans on the wall. It's fine. She's not picky. She's cold, that's what matters, and wants to get dressed and be alone and run as far as she could get and the shirt could grant her at least two of those. Three, if the person in her bed wakes up. It's not a nice shirt and she doesn't look nice and somehow she doesn't find the energy to mind.

The sheets are crumpled and they look like ocean waves.

There is no shirt on the floor. She stands up. Her pale ankles look like bare bones in the dark, like joints of a carcass clawed by ravens and left to rot in sun. She finds painkillers in the cupboard, takes them with a cup of water and wonders whether her brother eats well. The clock tick eleven in the morning. She tries to remember what is it like, to wake up and go to sleep at times other people do, to eat lunch and come home like other people do, to something else but void. She cannot.

The blinds are closed and they have never been opened and she likes them that way.

There are neon yellow post-it cards on the fridge. She takes one and makes a list of things to do. The edge of her chair digs into naked skin of her thigh as she writes Call brother, Buy detergent, Take Kagura shopping, Do the laundry, Don't look at the postcard. She crosses the last one with straight, thick line. Her cheekbones hurt and she realizes she's been smiling. She ponders writing Don't smile on the bottom of her list instead. She doesn't. There should be another word for that involuntary, strained cramp of cheeks she's wearing, and, after all, he wouldn't approve. She puts the note on the fridge, among all the other notes from all the other days. They all have one line crossed and she doesn't look at them.

Some of them have two lines crossed, but that was long, long time ago. Before the nights, and ghosts, and men with no face buried in sheets with no warm. It happens, she says to herself. She's not getting better at lying.

The person in her bed stirs and the waves move, ebb and tide, ebb and tide.

She dresses up and leaves, as if the room wasn't hers, as if she had somewhere else to go, before the man wakes up. She is not concerned; there is nothing to steal, anyways.

ii.

'Let's go home,' she says.

Hands are on her waist and they are cold, small and cold and trembling.

'I'm not mad,' she says, because she cannot say that she is sad and confused and a bit afraid.

The fingers feel like spiders wandering on her goosebumps on a strip of bare skin between her shirt and her skirt. She wonders if she should swat them away.

'I'm not going anywhere,' she says and she's not lying. She's too old to believe in happy endings.

The playground looks scary in lurking twilight. They are old for that, too, for both playgrounds and being scared of shadows, when there are other, real things to be scared of.

'I love you,' her friend says. Tears are falling down her face and seeping into her shirt. And it's fine - even though the shirt will need to be washed later in the freezing water under the tap in the back garden - because no one falls in love for forever when they are twelve.

'You can kiss me if you want,' she offers and she knows that the offer will not be taken.

They never speak of it again.

iii.

She finds a job in a host club, shabby, greasy little establishment in the back alley several stops from Ginza. They are not very particular about her age, not as much as about her skinny elbows and clumsily padded bra and her confidence that is not hers. Her heels stick to the floor covered with layers of spilt drinks. She feels trapped, like a fly in a scorching heat of summer, and she fails at convincing herself that it's okay, that it will be okay.

Their father died in summer, too. She remembers smell of his decaying sweat, jarring sound of cicadas on the terrace and a postcard that came two weeks too late.

The host club is not such a bad place, after all; they pay her and sometimes even on time, she’s allowed to drink enough to forget and not enough to remember again, Her patrons are old, husbands of wives they were taught not to love and fathers of children they were taught not to cherish. She feels like a surrogate daughter, bought for a night and then sold again under the immortal neon city lights.

The first time one of them tries to kiss her is when she’s wearing pink dress.

She doesn’t not like the idea of it; she feels like she has a lot of feelings, enough to burst, and she bought romance novels and erotic magazines from her meager wage and they didn’t help. And she’s been kissed before, even though she told her it wouldn’t count. Her lips were cold and chapped and trembling and it was so long ago the memory could have belonged to a whole another age, whole another person.

She’s wearing a pink dress and the short skirt is running up her tights.They’re ugly, lumpy and full of stretchmarks like a lightning curse for being a woman; in the flattering pale light of the bar they look unmarred and unworldly. His fingers look like sacrilege embodied, and feel thrice so. She thinks of marble statues of Western saints, and of cooked rice back at home that must’ve gone stale already, and she’s drunk, so drunk. His fingers smell of office paper and pickled seaweed. His necktie has an ugly print of sea shells. He puts his lips to her jaw and Oryou from the next stall cheers and claps and Otae pretends it’s for her.

She tries to pretend - mind hazy, eyes unfocused, neons flickering to the rhythm of a heartbeat - that it’s someone else’s lips on her skin. It’s not working; she knows it will never work. He whispers something to her ear, kissing her earlobe and she has words locked on the back of her tongue; no like back then, I can’t like back then. I hate you , like back then.

The man - the men, all of them - tastes of champagne. It’s how she wants it. Champagne tastes of sugar and sparkles and artificial, neon-tinted dreams.

She comes home after sunrise to a sleeping brother and unwashed dishes. She feels like laughing and she doesn’t know why.

iv.

They are sixteen, with stolen license and ancient car, on the countryside roads that lead from nowhere to nowhere.

“You’ll pass,” she screams, because the windows are open and the radio is blasting some enka from the cassettes found in the trunk. Kyuubei doesn’t look a bit like her father, and she probably replies something in that sense, but her reply is carried away by harsh wind and Woman in Shinjuku . The farmers harvest early rice, just faded smudges on the background of unbelievable green. There’s a sun over the horizon, and if they hurry, they might catch it, it seems.

What a fool, what a fool I am , they sing to the beat of a tubercular combustion engine. The car smells of gasoline and terrible pine-scented air-freshener bought deep into 80’s; Tae sticks her arm out the window and waves greetings to the skies and hills and telephone wires she will never see again. It’s the last summer before the last summer and she needs to hurry, hurry, run away and back again, stay in motion before the adulthood binds her.

Kyuubei is saying something. She’s laughing; it’s a good sight. Tae wants her to laugh. She’s got long silky hair, the kind seen only in shampoo adverts, slender fingers and ugly shapeless jeans that look great on her. Girls like her are born for laughing, Tae thinks, for summer pool parties and flower crowns and other stuff she remembers from music videos and trashy American movies. Tae is wearing old shorts with ketchup stain on left thigh and she’s mystified, really. She says it aloud and the wind carries it where it’s not important anymore.

They stop at a gas station. It looks like it survived an apocalypse or two and the lady behind the counter pays more attention to her cat than to them. Tae buys coffee and a packet of crisps and regrets they cannot buy beer. The coffee tastes like dirty rainwater and she drinks it sitting on the front lid of the car. Sometime between the liquid getting lukewarm and the nasty sugar and coffee grounds remains on the bottom of the cup Kyuubei sits next to her. Their knees and shoulders are touching; it’s a little weird, with the silence and looming sunset and the feeling of detachment from everything they left behind in an immeasurable distance. Kyuubei’s hair sparkle like woven from golden threads in the dying sunlight. Without thinking, Tae touches them.

There was a distance they were keeping since they were twelve and speaking of love; Tae didn’t notice until she shattered it.

‘I’m going to cut them,’ Kyuubei says. She doesn’t move. Her eyes are kept firmly on the cartography of rust on the gas station backdoor.

‘Why?’

‘I don’t feel like a girl,’ Kyuubei says, as if every word was meticulously carved out of her own skin. ‘I don’t know what to do.’

Tae knows she was just trusted with the secret she does not deserve to keep. She knows she should feel the weight of it; the only thing she keeps thinking is the beautiful hair, give them to me, I’ll take good care .

‘So you feel like a boy?’ she says, because it’s time to say something. She’s heard of those people, they are in talks around Kabukicho, with their own bars and shows.

‘I don’t know,’ Kyuubei says. ‘I’m not sure.’

After a minute of silence, she adds: ‘I don’t think so.’

Tae is confused, now, and rather cold; she regrets touching Kyuubei’s hair and going to this trip. She wants to go back to the car and fall asleep and wake up back in Tokyo, without all the complicated nonsense.

She opens the pack of crisps instead, because she doesn’t know what to do with her hands.’What are you going to do now?”’she asks.

‘I,’ says Kyuubei. The dusk has fallen and she looks lost in the shadows, lost and tired and a bit ethereal, like a moth that woke into daylight. ‘Stay with me?’

Tae doesn’t even notice; her hand is in grasp suddenly, her body turned to face Kyuubei. It doesn’t hurt, but she’s scared nonetheless. Kyuubei’s eyes, what’s visible of them in the murky twilight, are desperate and terrified. ‘Stay with me, I love you,’ she says and it sounds either as a plea or an order.

‘I don’t- ‘ Tae wants to say, but the words are swallowed; there are lips on her lips and they are ice cold, taking what they didn’t get back then, years ago. And it’s not good. Even if Tae gives little importance to the idea of sacred first kiss, their noses collide uncomfortably, she tastes the cheap coffee and back then, she wanted to be kissed out of some curiosity. She doesn’t want to now.

The feeling of tongue opening her pliant mouth wakes her up from the stupor; she pushes Kyuubei back until she falls from the car and cries no no no until she’s sure Kyuubei understands. No, she’s not sure. Kyuubei just lies on the dew-covered grass with empty eyes.

‘I hate you,’ Tae says. She opens the door to the car and takes out her bag, her jacket and her phone. She has no plan, stranded in the end of nowhere, with only enough money for food and one or two tank refills. She notices she’s shaking, but whether from cold or from anger, she does not know.

‘Right.’ Kyuubei takes out her wallet. She counts banknotes in the sum Tae has barely seen before. ‘Take a taxi to the next train station. This should be enough to get you to Tokyo.’ She looks like she wants to say something more, much more, but after a moment of silence she just adds: ‘Take care.’

It’s not until the car lights disappear beyond the horizon they wanted to reach and she’s waiting for the earliest morning shinkansen when Tae realizes Kyuubei is not coming back. Not for her. Never.

v.

There is a lot of people in this city.

Tae hasn’t really noticed before; her days start when people are still just insentient shadows creeping restlessly behind the windows of office buildings, and they end when the windows are dark and empty and turned into mirrors for infinite reflections of dying neons. Tae likes moths and likes to imagine herself as one, crawling bravely through the dusk in search of enticing light to get burned. She’s more of a silverfish; invisible, insignificant and lost in a big, big city and bigger world.

The subway is packed and suffocating in the sweltering heat. Her blue denim dress is soaked in sweat and clings tightly like hands of a groper.

She wonders why it’s frowned upon to visit graveyards at dawn.

She’s got money only for four stops. It’s fine; this way, she can avoid the building of their old house. The hydrangeas must be out of bloom already and without them, the garden always looked austere, just like their father liked it. She doesn’t remember what happened to the house after he died.

‘Good morning, father,’ she says to the headstone. The graveyard is not empty, and the old ladies and housewives with babies in wraps nearby eye her curiously. Or they don’t; she feels like wearing a giant, flickering, neon-coloured sign, just like the one over the entrance of her bar. The headstone doesn’t answer.

‘Shinpachi is fine,’ she says, ‘has a part-time job now. Eats well.’

The water is poured over the granite hot from sun. It sizzles, and she tries to remember what rites are done when visiting graves. She feels like a child, the one that was never taught how to read or wash hands. She sits on a bench and taps the water ladle on the stone. It’s a song; she hums the tune and doesn’t search her memory for a name.

‘I’m fine, too,’ she says, because that’s what she would say had her father been alive. ‘I have an apartment and a job. It pays well, you know. Everything is fine.’

A housewife with a stroller full of child passes her. Her stare seems half-haughty, half-disbelieving, and that’s right, too, because Tae doesn’t believe herself either. She wishes for a small, personal graveyard, away from the city, where she could talk and scream and cry and lie down to the dead, dusty stone. She waters a tiny bush of rosemary instead, because that seems like a more productive thing to do.

She takes a packed milk bread, store-bought dumplings and a bottle of sake out of her bag. The bread is for her to eat; the rest seemed like the offerings she’s seen on other people’s graves. She puts dumplings on a plate and pours a cup of sake. Just like on other people’s graves, it will be eaten by cats and sparrows and for some reason, that seems perfectly adequate.

For the lack of something better to do, she resumes the ladle-tapping, before she recognizes the tune. She was sure it was supposed to be something, a track from Keiko Fuji enka album, passenger announcement tune from a tiny countryside train station, a beat from after-midnight mixtape from her bar, maybe a merry-go-round music from years ago.  It’s a song from laundry detergent commercial.

She sits there until the cats come, and then until the sun starts setting. She drinks all the sake and she knows her father will not miss it anymore.

vi.

Kyuubei’s hair are long and soft, even when matted with blood and mud and gravel.

The sound of running water echoes in the bathroom. The lamp flickers with ugly pale green light. There is a calendar from three years ago hanging on the wall and no one knows what for.

Tae’s fingers thread slowly through the knots. Water is turning red and brown and she feels sick to her stomach. Smell of blood and sweat overpowers mint-scented shampoo. Kyuubei is sitting in the tube, naked and curled, vertebrae protruding from her back, skin covered in bruises dark like galaxies.

‘What happened?’ Tae asks. Her voice is unpleasantly sharp in the small bathroom. She’s not asking to get an answer; she doesn’t want to think how her fingers are coming near to the skin of Kyuubei’s head and that, in itself, seems more, much more intimate than kissing or sex or love confessions.

‘Nothing,’ says Kyuubei. She’s not crying, or shaking, or anything Tae would have expected from anyone else. Fingers are touching the back of her neck, grazing her ears and Tae wonders how much of self-control does it take. ‘They were offending you and your father. I just asked them to stop.’

Tae knows she’s lying. Shinpachi was out there, watching from behind the corner and running home in tears. She would know she was lying even without that; it’s been years since she learned to read Kyuubei like a book of pinky tremors and tiny wrinkles between eyebrows. She doesn’t say anything. She feels soft skin under her fingertips and the vibrations of content hums and it’s time to stop and wash the shampoo off and Tae doesn’t want to.

‘You’re not my prince,’ she says.

‘No,’ Kyuubei says. Her head is tilted back now, for Tae to wash her fringe. She’s not meeting Tae’s eyes. Small bubbles landed on her eyelashes and Tae stares at them until they pop. A drop of foam slides to the fissure between Kyuubei’s arm and naked chest. Tae doesn’t follow it, she really doesn’t.

‘I could be,’ the running water whispers. Tae pretends not to hear. That’s what they are getting good at, she thinks, like real adults. The water is cold now, biting cold, and it seems like a good reason for Kyuubei’s trembling lips and Tae’s shaking hands. She’s not washing hair anymore.

‘I don’t need one,’ she says.

‘I could be,’ Kyuubei whispers. Her galaxies are swirling; there are constellations on her knees, meteor showers on her toes. The water is bloody and it looks like universe’s biggest carnage. She leans back and dunks her head underwater to rinse the hair and it’s stars old and dead and born anew.

‘I don’t want it,’ Tae says, but she’s not sure what it is and why she shouldn’t want it.

The stars explode and turn into dust.

vii.

The sheets are fresh from dryer, but the smell will never be washed away.

She’s sitting on the counter, wearing pajama pants and old, no longer fitting bra. She’s writing a to-do list on a napkin, because she’s out of post-it notes. The fridge door is covered with the used ones and she thinks it looks like a shrine to some merciless god of oblivion. Some of them have one or two lines crossed; some of them do not; some of them have nothing but date written on them.

There is a postcard under them all, stained with spilled coffee and curled and smudged from that time she did not pay her electricity bills and the fridge defrosted. She’s not sure where it’s from; Okinawa or Kamakura or Fukuoka, maybe. There is nothing written on it except the address of her old house. There was never a reply expected.

The bell rings.

She startles. Shinpachi is not expected from his job until after five, and by then she’s supposed to have enough time left to dress, clean the flat and plaster a believable smile and brave front. Letterman doesn’t bring anything but bills and the most recent ones are still unpaid laying on the windowsill. Kagura would call first.

She slides down from the counter and swears, because her feet are burning from wearing heels too high the night before.

The hall is dark; there are no windows and the lights are sometimes working and sometimes not. There is a shadow of a person and Tae doesn’t know them. They have short hair and broad shoulders, straight posture and scent of car fumes and pleasant weariness. They must have mistaken the door, she thinks.

The light decides to flicker back on and she sees their face and she knows, oh, she knows.

“I’m back,” Kyuubei - if it’s still Kyuubei, she doesn’t know- says. She (he? they? she doesn’t know, she doesn’t know) is looking at her, not like before, not like back than, not like before the before . Constellations overturned; what fools, what fools we are.

Her bra is stained and her makeup is smudged; she’s a hostess in a shady bar and lost, so lost, much more than at twelve and fifteen and sixteen. None of it seems to matter anymore.

“Welcome home,” she says.

[iwillbeyourtrashfriend]

Who the hell host a boxing card on Vulcan?

‘Who the hell host a boxing card in Vulcan, Alberta, in the middle of January?’ Bones thought to himself as he walked swiftly towards the enters way of the Enterprise Entertainment Center. The cold wind feeling like a consent slap in the face, making Bones mode even worst. Why he agreed to be the resident doctor for these event he will never know. It probably has something to do with his best friend Jim Kirk, who has a habit of dragging him into things he does not want to do. The Enterprise was beginning to feel like a second home, seeing as he spent every weekend here looking over fighter, snitching up cuts, and tending to wounds. Bones was not a fan of boxing, all the blood and sweat. He could never understand why people did this for fun, but he had many friends other than Jim who partake in the sport. Finally he was greeted by the welcoming warmth of the industrial size heating as he walked through the front doors of the Enterprise. Upon his entrance he was immediately greeted by an overtly cheery Chekov, a Russian announcer who enjoyed his job way too much. On the surface Chekov look like  someone who could pass for a high school kid, and he may look out of place among all the older athletes, but Bones know him better than that. He know the kid was wickedly smart, and had an engineering degree,he also knew the kid’s full time job was working on space crafts. “Morning Doctor!” Chekov boomed, with way too much enthusiasm for this time in the morning.  “Morning Chekov” Bones grunted back at him and continued to the back room where the medicadicals are being held. Chekov followed him into the room “have you checked the bouts for tonight?” Bones sighed ‘really more talking to people’ “yes, of course I did. I’m a doctor dammit not some magical unicorn dog, I need to know my patients.” Bones less than cheery mood did not deter Chekov, who kept smiling as he spoke “Okay, we can get started then!” Bones went to his medical bag to pull out all his necessary doctor things “alright let everyone in”. Chekov nodded and opened the door to the back room; a wave of noise filled the small room as fighters start to pour in.  It was a true mix of people from all types of race gather here on the Enterprise.  The first in line was Hikaru Sulu, a Japanese American man, and another old friend of Bones.  Bones was excited to see him fight; looking slightly smaller than most of his challengers he didn’t pose as an immediate threat, but Bones knew better he had seen Sulu fight before.  The guy was a badass, he stayed calm under pressure, acted quickly, and attacked with precision. “Morning Mr.Sulu how are the husband and kid?” Bones said in greeting extending his hand to Sulu.  Sulu took his and gave it a firm shake, and responded to Bone’s question “morning doctor, they are very good thank you for asking.” Bones drop his hand and gestured for Sulu to sit so they could begin the medical.  The medical proceeded as normal, Bones checked his breathing, blood pressure and grip strength. Small friendly conversation passed between the two of them until the medical was over and Bones had to move on to the next person.  The medicals passed by quickly fighter by fighter passing through until the small room with empty once again, and Bones was royally pissed off medicals ended in 20 minutes and one fighter had yet to show up.  Bones stepped out of the room and looked for Chekov, he spotted him standing next to a taller man with jet black hair and noticeably pointed ears.  “Spock, Chekov where the hell is Jim?” Spock was another old friend of Bones and a regular judge in the local boxing scene. Spock was a favor for judging because he seemed to posses the ability to see only the logic is any giving scenario, including a fight.  Spock and Chekov turned their attention to Bones, who was standing with his arms crossed over his chest, and a scowl on his face trying to convey how pissed off he was.  Spock looked at him calmly,  the guy seemed void of all emotions, like they were some boring task not worth his attention.  After what felt like forever Spock finally spoke “he is in the dressing room, skipping last I saw.”  Bones was slowly getting more pissed; his voice was tight when he spoke “he is here! How long has he been here?” It was Chekov who spoke next, Spock just look at Bones like he could not understand why Bones was so  upset.  “He has been here all morning Sir.” Now Bones was full out ragging, he didn’t even try to keep the anger out of his voice “You’re tell me he has been here this whole time and hasn’t come for the medical yet!” Chekov just gave a nervous nodded of approval “unbelievably!” Bones shouted throwing his hands in the air in defeat “everyone else has done their medical over an hour ago, I have been waiting for him for half an hour!” Chekov looked like he was at a loss of what to say next.  Spock spoke up, breaking Bones out of his huff of annoyances “Prohibits you should go talk to him;  inform him that he has almost missed the allotted time for medicals if he still wishes to compete in tonight's event?” Bones could not help but responded to that with sarcasm he knew would go right over Spock’s head.  “Wow! Thank you Spock, the idea of dragging that son of bitch out here and making him take his medical so I can finally go home and rest before tonight actives never occurred to me.” Bones stopped off before either of the two could say anything.  With quick feet Bones made his way down the hall.  He could hear the sound of a skipping rope stringing the closer he got to the changing room, and it just added to his annoyance ten-fold.   Once he rounded the corner and enter the dressing room, the sight that greeted confirmed Spock’s theory. There was James T. Kirk skipping at a furious pass; beads of sweat dripped from his face contributing to the idea that he had been at it for some time now.  Bones master all the energy he had left and yelled “Jim! You son of a bitch!” The rope finally stilled its movements and Jim turned to look at him, a big smell broke across his face as he saw the source of the angry insulte.  “Bones!” Jim yelled back in a much happier tone as he dropped the rope by his side and went to embrace his old friend.  Bones sidestepped the oncoming huge and turned so he could  grab Jim by the scruff of his yellow workout shirt, and proceed to drag him out of the dressing room. “ Do you have any idea how long I have been waiting for you?” Bones hesed in his ear, not unlike a parent scolding their child for coming home late from school.  Jim just chuckled and tried to keep up with Bones determined pass.  “I had to warm up” Jim said trying to defend himself against Bones grumpy mood.  It did not work, once they entered the back room Bones all but through Jim into the chair and turned his back to retrieve his medical tools.  Spock enter the room to see Jim sitting in the chair looking like a scolded puppy, and Spock forever feeling the need to state the obvious looked at Bones and said “you found him.” Bones turned to look at Spock, right now feeling too tired to be annoyed , respond “yes Spock I did find him.” and made his way towards Jim.  Spock stayed where he was and asked “was he where I said he would be?” Bones sighed, this morning was starting to feel like a whole day in itself; he looked at Spock and spoke in an exhausted voice “yes Spock he was” Spock just nodded and said “I was about 99.9% sure my guess was accurate.” Bones looked back at Spock totally at a loss of what to say when Jim finally spoke up “If you two are done now I would like to get this start, I mean I have been here all morning.”  Bones scowled at Jim, gripped his arm roughly and tightened the blood pressure cuff around his arm.  Jotting down the blood pressure, Bones decided the slices was getting on nerves even more than the talking was “so did you hear who you are fighting?”  Jim looked up at him and smiled, he knew Bones could not stay mad at him for too long, and answered “no, I have no idea doesn’t really matter in the end, I’m going to win.” Jim always radiated confidence when it came to his boxing. It was in his blood after all, his dad had been a very talented amatrue boxer in his time.  Spock choice that moment to speak up “I know who you are fighting, and may I say your odds of victory given, the skill level and strength of you and your opponent, are around 42%.” throwing out that piece of less than pleasant knowledge like he was commenting on the weather. Jim recoiled like he had just been slapped in the face.  Bones could not help but chuckle at his reaction before responding “So who is this great competitor that has such amazing odds against are good friend Jim?”  Spock paused for a seconded before producing the name “Hendorff”. Jim smirked, “really Hendorff? That’s who? I can take that guy no problem.”  Bones smirked as well, and turned his attention  to Jim “Is that so? Care to make a bet?” Jim’s smirk turned into a full on smile, and he replied “absolutely! How about if I win you owe me a drink tonight after the fight, and if you win I will buy you a drink after the fights?” Bones paused for a second to ponder the wager. Jim felt the need to egg him on “come on Bones, you're scared you’re going to lose, and be in my debt? It’s just a drink nothing illegal or too exciting.” Bones could not resisted the challenge anymore “Fine, it’s a deal” and extended a hand for Jim to shake. Jim took his hand with a shit eating grin on his face “good I love grumpy company when I drink.”                          Fast forward to the evening and the Enterprise was once again buzzing with energy.  It was packed with fighters and spectators alike, moving around finding where they should all be.  The fighters made their way to the dressing rooms, and the spectators took their sets.  Bones could hear the sound of ropes smacking the floor and gloves hitting mitts from his stop next to Spock at the judge's table.  The fights were scheduled to start in half an hour; Sulu would be the first fight followed by people Bones didn’t know then Jim was the co-main event ending with the main event of Uhura versues Jaylah. Bones was slowly getting bored the day had dragged on for what felt like the longest time. Soon Bones was startled out of boredom when Chekov’s voice exploded through the speakers “attention everyone! Can I get the first fighters to ringside please.”  Bones sat up straight and slid into doctor mode, alert and ready if anything did happen to go wrong.   Sulu was in the red corner he walked up to the bottom of the stairs and waited for the announcer (Chekov) to call him into the ring. Bones watched as the referee walked into the ring.  Another familiar face, Scotty an engineer by day and boxing refe at night with a thick Scottish accent.  Once Scotty was in the ring Chekov graded the hanging mick and spoke.  “Good evening ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to fight night at the Enterprise Entertainment Center! Let's get started with our first fight of the evening! Fighting out of Starfleet boxing gym in the red corner Hikaru Sulu!” the crowd erupted into cheers. When the crowd settled down Chekov’s voice rang through the mick, announcing the his challenger, and the blue corner fighting out of Vengeance Boxing Gym Alexander Marcus. The crowd still cheered, though with less enthusiasm as the aging fight stepped into the ring.  Scotty had both fighters walk to where he stood in the middle of the ring and spoke, Bones was close enough to the ring to hear what he said. Scotty, in his strong scottish accent, addressed the fighter “alright lads I want a clean fight, no hitting below the delt, defend yourself at all time, and follow my instructions. Understand?” when both fighter nodded their understanding he carried on “alright  touch gloves”, the two fights touched their gloves together and walked back to their corners. The bell rang signalling the start of the fight.  Bones watch as Sulu made quick work of Alexander.  Slipping his jab and coming up with a quick jab, cross, hook combination.  Slamming the hook into the side of Alexander’s temple, shattering his equilibrium, causing him to stumble back.  When he was on the backs of his heels Sulu delivered an effective cross to the dead center of Alexander’s face sending him falling straight on his back. The crowed was on their feet cheering for Sulu’s victory. Sulu waiting in the white corner as Scotty did the count; Alexander tried to stand but he stumble again, as Scotty reached ten he waved his hands bring an end to the fight.  The crowd made their approval known in loud hoots and hollers. Finally Alexander was able to rise to his feet and make his way to the center of the ring.  Scotty, who had taken his spot in between the two fighters, took Sulu’s arm in one hand than did the same to Alexander and spoke  with a smile on his face “the winner by way of knockout in the red corner  Hikaru Sulu!” and raised Sulu’s arm above his head.  Bones clapped for his friend and he was happy to see Alexander get knocked on his ass: he was kinda a dick most of the time.   The fights continued on one after the other.  Exciting for the fans, but uneventful for Bones for there had been no blows to horrific that they needed medical attention.  Then Chekov’s voice once again came  through the speakers and fooled the Enterprise with his Russian accent, “Now I would like to welcome to the ring the co-main event of the night!” In the red conner fighting out of Starfleet Boxing Gym Jim Kirk.” The crowd went wild for Jim he was clearly the home favorit.  Once the crowd calmed down Chekov announced the other fighter, “and in the blue corner fighting out of  Vengeance Boxing Gym Hendorff.”   The crowed was less pumped for Hendorff, but he still got some cheers.  Jim and Hendorff walked to the middle of the ring where Scotty gave them the lowdown just like he did with the other fighters.  Than they walked back to their corners’.  In Jim’s corner was his long time coach Christopher Pike, who gave Jim a few last words of encouragement, which to Bones sounded almost like “don’t mess this up!”  The bell sounded loudly starting the fight, Jim came out with a quick strong jab catching Hendorff by surprise and hitting him square in the face.  Jim thinking he had the upper hand, dove back in with another jab, but Hendorff saw it coming and slipped under it and throw a bomb of  a body to the side of Jim’s rib cage siding him wilding back.  Hendorff continued his assault with a straight right, landing it right on Jim’s eye socket.  Jim’s head snapped back painfully but he came back trying to throw his own combination, but there was now a cut above his right eye slowing oozing blood over his eye impairing his vision, so his punches did not land with any accrossy.  Finally the bell rung and the first round was over.  Bones jumped in the ring to take a look at Jim’s eye, he crouched in front of Jim who was sitting on the small stool.  He looked over Jim, who was breathing heavy and looking exhausted, but he still smiled at Bones and asked “I am I still pretty doc?” Bones took to wiping the blood away from the cut “said don’t be a drama queen you’re just bleeding pretty bad, I should stop the fight.” that whipped the smile off of Jim’s face “no you can’t do that! I’m fine”  “calm down Jim” said Pike who was standing beside Jim, Jim looked up at him and said “no I won't let him stop this fight” Bones crossed his arms over his chest as a show of authority “you don’t get a say I will put something on it to try and stop the bleeding, but if it opens up again I’m ending this fight” Jim looked up at Pike clearly leaving the decision up to him. Pike nodded “that seems far he said, but Jim you got to move your head this is your last warning or I’m stopping this fight you can’t take another blow like that again understand?” Jim stood up getting ready to fight again and said “yes couch” then turned his attention to Bones “I swear to God you are going to owe me that drink”  Bones just laugh and got out of the ring “we will see about it” he called back at Jim as the bell for the second round.  Jim moved toward Hendorff, not as aggressively as before but he was not backing down. They side stepped around each other before Hendorff got impaction and charged at Jim, who saw this coming and took a big step back and throw a left hook at the same time.  Slamming into the side of Hendorff head  causing  him to fall over on his side with a loud thud onto the canvas. There was a dead silence in the Enterprise will Scotty counted to ten, everyone waiting to see if Hendorff would get to his feet but his body just stayed on the ground like dead weight. Finally Scotty reached ten and Hendorff had still not moved so Scotty grabe Jim’s hand and raised it over his head will Chekov’s voice came over the mike “The winning in the red corner by way of knockout Jim Kirk!”  The crowed cheered loudly and Bones clapped for his friend but all he could think was ‘damit I owe him a drink now’. The main event between Uhura and Jaylah was as fight for the ages.  Those two fought tooth and nail, both to stubborn and well trained to give in. They exchanged blows for three rounds dogging each other’s punches and taking each other's blows.  It was one of the best fights Bones had seen all night it was a battle to the very end, and the crowed loved it.  When the fight came to an end and it was time to announce the winner . It was Uhura’s arm Scotty lifted into the air, she had won by split decision. Post fights all the excitement over Bones was once again outside the Enterprise standing in the cold waiting for Jim.  He came out to meet Bones face no longer covered in blood just a large bandage over his right eye.  Bones looked Jim’s over and said “I can’t believe I have to be seen in public with you and that stupid thing on your face” Jim just laughed and said in a joking tone “is that anyway to talk to someone who could kick your ass? Now you will show me some respect.”  Bones scoffed and replied sarcastically “whatever you say captain” Jim wrapped a arm around Bones shoulder and pulled him close “come on Bones you know you love me” Jim said batting his eyelashes in a mock attempted to look cute.  Bones removed Jim’s arm from his shoulder and said in a grumpy tone “sure I do now can we please get out of here before I freeze to death?” Jim just looked him dead in they eye and said “Now who is being a drama queen?”                                                                          

@youre-on-a-starship

[mylinlondon]

Nuthin’, Zer-matt-er with you?

Couldn’t resist.

The train was 90% windows to give you the full due of the landscape – it climbed murkily up the Alps, the clouds filtering a moody light on the Swiss countryside. My face was glued to the windows, half afraid the glass would disappear a-la-harry potter and I would find myself tumbling down into the craggy cliffs below. A little black yak poked its head up over the edge of the tracks, chewing with its mouth open.

“You alright?” the standard Brit greeting by Aleks, who met us at the station at 3pm with a grin.  She’d lived here for two years, teaching skiing in the winter months with her (now long-distance) boyfriend Fede. She’s now one of my closest friends in London. We’d left at 4am, but arriving in the village of Zermatt (the meadow), with the Matterhorn (meadow-horn, or Zermatt’s peak) looming in the background, the crisp Alpine air swirling around us, we were re-energized. 

It was a steep uphill climb to our airbnb - in the middle of the village was a silky turquoise stream, covered in ice and snow, and the town swung upwards in both directions from there. The altitude winded you with any physical exertion, gasping for air. 

Everywhere you went, you could see the Matterhorn looming in the distance - Sauron, all-seeing-eye of Zermatt. ​The menacing jaunt of the Matterhorn, all elbows, unravels into the lush white village - carless, carefree, somehow held in time. Notoriously dangerous to scale, the first guy who did it lost four comrades in the ascent in 1865, and over 500 people have died trying to climb it.  The first thing to know about this range is to respect it - this isn’t the Poconos, or even the Rockies.  The peak is so high you could see clouds breaking against the ancient glacier, suddenly I’m reminded of Titanic. Zermatt is at the very south of the country, which has an interesting feature - the only ski-lift in the world where you start off in one country (Switzerland) and arrive in another (Italy). In fact, you can take a day and ski in Italy if you wanted, though it’s a pretty long gondola ride. 

2/4 of us had skied once in our lives, and Aleks was kind enough to give us private lessons, something she used to provide only for high-profile clients - by far the best instructions I’ve ever had, and I’ve been skiing since I was 5. I didn’t mind waiting, with this view.  And by day two, she had all four of us skiing on Reds (Blacks back in the US). 

One of the best trips yet. It's been two days since we left and I'm still thinking about this view. Check out @afed1123 (yellow pants at the end) killing it on his second day on a slope ever! Actually a little angry about how quickly he picked it up considering how long it took me to learn as a kid 🤦🏻‍♀️

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We didn’t realize that a storm was coming in, however, and by the second day, only 3/52 slopes were open on the entire mountain.  With only 2 full days in Zermatt, we went for it anyways.  The conditions were pretty scary, but still worth it. 

You can see some videos of day 2 snow-storm skiing here:

 1) a snow storm came in today, meaning only 3/52 trails were open. The wind at the top of the only open train was 55 km/hr, and you could barely see in front of you. ➡️ 2) once you got past the crazy steep bits, the trail closes to this scenic, meandering path that just coasts slowly into town, with plenty of apres ski pubs along the way. Whoever invented the go pro is a genius because I nearly approached ledge in this video trying to film with my phone at the same time.A post shared by Marcia (@marciayl) on Mar 4, 2017 at 8:54am PST

We spent most of the last sunny day just wandering around town before the 8.5 hour journey home - there are so many charming hotels and cabins in town, including this lopsided shed.

Spotted: sticks on rocks. Actually it's an old school storage shed, raised on stilts so the grains and seeds stored over winter would be less accessible to mice and other critters. One of the few left standing in the otherwise posh village of zermatt. To the left is an electric-motor taxi in the car-free town.

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If I had more time, I wish I could’ve done a few hikes and obviously skied more. The town feels suspended in time - I imagine it looked more or less the same 50 years ago, and will probably look and feel quite similar in the next 50. Being there felt a world away, everywhere you stood you were sort of in awe of the landscape, with the sharp cliffs and mountains so jarringly close and so intimidatingly high.  Also being there made me aware of how out of shape I was - it’d be difficult enough hauling pounds of ski gear around town, but the altitude was exhausting.  The two weeks I put in at the gym was not enough to prepare me for it.   

Food in Zermatt:

CHEESE: obviously Swiss cheese, and fondue is the standard apres ski fare. When you’re burning so many calories a day, eating straight up cheese as a main course is kind of forgiven.

BEER: lots of chalets sprinkled throughout the mountain begging you to stop by for a drink, and once again, something American slopes should be allowed to have if people don’t abuse it

ROSTI: potato pancakes, enough said. Topped with cheese and ham, or with a side of sausage. Actually there’s just a lot of potato in general. 

Overall, food is expensive (see points below).  We mostly picked up groceries from the Migros and Co-op and cooked at home, but if you have the budget, there are supposed to be a high number of Michelin restaurants in the village. 

Things to know about Zermatt if you’re visiting:

It’s a long trek to get there – there are several ways, flying in through Zurich, Geneva or Basel (like we did), but regardless you’ll be spending at least three hours on a train before you arrive in Zermatt. Don’t despair, it’s a beautiful journey, and also it’s the only way to get there because…

There are no cars in the village – the closest parking lot is in the neighbouring town, though there are electric taxis you can rent that will putt you around town. Again, not cheap. But the whole village is walkable, and takes about 40 minutes to cross the full diameter. 

It’s one of the more expensive European ski towns – our cheapest meal was a $22 burger, and even the groceries were astonishingly expensive.  Our Airbnb was one of the last under the $200/night range, and then the prices jumped to $750.  Book early and with a group.

There are two main slope access points - Sunnegga, which gives you access to the Gornergrat and Rothorn, with easy to advanced range of slopes, and the Zermatt Furi train, which takes you to the direction of the Matterhorn, where there’s a number of advanced and off-piste slopes at Klein Matterhorn and Schwarzsee. Even in Sunnegga, you can find plenty of reds and blacks, including Obere National, which is the main run for World Ski competitions. 

Where we went:

Rentals: Glacier Sport, in town on the main high street. About $120 for two days

Lift tickets: Zermatt Tourism office in town on the high street. $146 for two days. Return your card pass for a $5 rebate. 

The Brown Cow for delicious burgers

The Sport Pavillon for easy Rosti brunch and the view

Airbnb here, on the northern part of town. About a 15 min walk from the high street

Sunning during our Sport Pavillon lunch

I don’t think i’ve ever been in such a beautiful place to ski, and it’s one of our favorite Europe trips to date.  The skiing and landscape was just unbelievable. We will definitely be coming back!!

[bharatiyamedia-blog]

U.S. style icon, socialite Gloria Vanderbilt lifeless at 95

http://tinyurl.com/y5pel9wv (Reuters) – Gloria Vanderbilt, the “poor little wealthy woman” who lived a life on the highest ranges of style, society and wealth as an inheritor to one of many biggest household fortunes in U.S. historical past, died on Monday on the age of 95, her son, CNN correspondent Anderson Cooper, stated. The community stated Vanderbilt died at house amongst household and mates. Cooper stated she had realized this month that she had abdomen most cancers. Vanderbilt grew to become a style icon within the 1970s and ‘80s with an eponymous line of tight-fitting blue denims that bore her signature and trademark swan brand. They have been a must have for any girl with aspirations to model. “If you happen to have been round in early 1980s it was fairly exhausting to overlook the denims she helped create however that was her public face – the one she realized to cover behind as a toddler,” Cooper stated on CNN. “Her personal self, her actual self – that was extra fascinating and extra beautiful than something she confirmed the general public.” Vanderbilt wrote that as a woman she had thought-about turning into a nun, which might have been an unbelievable loss to the chroniclers of excessive society and superstar tumult. As an alternative of a nunnery, she went on to a life that might have supplied storylines for dozens of cleaning soap operas, romance novels, Broadway musicals and tear-jerker films. Vanderbilt was born into wealth on Feb. 20, 1924, in New York Metropolis. She was the great-great-granddaughter of Cornelius Vanderbilt, the 19th century railroad and delivery magnate who amassed one of many biggest fortunes of the time. She was not but 2 years outdated when her father, Reginald Claypoole Vanderbilt, died and she or he spent lots of the following years residing in Europe along with her mom, Gloria Morgan Vanderbilt, on her belief fund, which was estimated at $2.5 million – the equal of at the very least $33 million at this time. Gloria’s aunt, Gertrude Vanderbilt Whitney, who based the Whitney Museum of American Artwork, stated Gloria’s mom was misusing the belief fund on a free-wheeling life-style that included a feminine lover, and went to courtroom. Whitney received custody of the kid in an acrimonious, sensationalized case that finally reached the U.S. Supreme Courtroom. The custody battle featured high-society character witnesses for each side and testimony so delicate that courtroom spectators have been barred at instances. The general public carefully adopted the destiny of “Little Gloria,” who was protected on the time by 12 bodyguards. Whitney finally received custody of Gloria with one choose reproaching the woman’s mom for residing a way of life that was “calculated to destroy her well being and neglectful of her ethical, non secular and psychological training.” Vanderbilt stated being taken from her mom began her on a lifelong quest for love and approval. This led her to marry a 32-year-old Hollywood agent, Pat DiCicco, when she was solely 17. They divorced in 1945, when on the age of 21, Vanderbilt married conductor Leopold Stokowski, who was 63. FILE PHOTO – Actress Gloria Vanderbilt speaks at a panel for the HBO documentary “Nothing Left Unsaid” throughout the Tv Critics Affiliation Cable Winter Press Tour in Pasadena, California, January 7, 2016. REUTERS/Mario Anzuoni The couple had two sons and by the point they separated in 1955, Vanderbilt was being seen round New York with singer Frank Sinatra. After one other divorce, Vanderbilt discovered herself in one other custody combat – this time with Stokowski claiming that she was an unfit mom who spent an excessive amount of time in psychotherapy. From 1956 to 1963 Vanderbilt was married to Sidney Lumet, director of the acclaimed movies “12 Indignant Males,” “Canine Day Afternoon,” “Serpico” and “Community.” She was married to her fourth husband, author Wyatt Cooper, till his dying throughout coronary heart surgical procedure in 1978. That they had two sons, Anderson and Carter. In 1988, within the biggest tragedy of Vanderbilt’s life, Carter, aged 23, killed himself by leaping from the household’s 14th-floor residence in New York, despite his mom’s makes an attempt to cease him. She later wrote a memoir, “A Mom’s Story,” through which she mirrored on her painful upbringing and blamed Carter’s suicide on psychosis introduced on by an anti-asthma drug. Vanderbilt known as her son’s dying “the ultimate loss, the deadly loss that stripped me naked,” and stated she didn’t assume she may survive it. In a 2012 tv interview along with her son Anderson, she stated she thought in regards to the tragedy day-after-day and that she had thought-about leaping after her son. “There was a second after I thought I used to be going to leap after him however then I considered you … and it stopped me from doing that,” she advised Anderson. Vanderbilt dabbled in performing, portray, poetry and modeling earlier than the Hallmark greeting card firm purchased a few of her paintings for a line of paper items within the early 1970s. Her work additionally graced a group of scarves earlier than she began the road of denims and expanded to fragrance, footwear, leather-based items and equipment. In 1978 she bought her Gloria Vanderbilt model and began one other style firm. Vanderbilt received a $1.5 million judgment in 1993 in opposition to her lawyer and psychiatrist, claiming that they had stolen from her. As a result of the lawyer had not paid her taxes for a number of years, she owed the Inner Income Service a lot cash she needed to promote a summer season house in Southampton and a New York Metropolis house. Intercourse, Vanderbilt stated, was a topic she discovered endlessly fascinating. Considered one of her memoirs advised of her romances with Hollywood figures corresponding to Sinatra, Marlon Brando, Gene Kelly and Howard Hughes (she was a teen on the time), in addition to numerous married males. In 2009 at age 85 she revealed an specific erotic novel, “Obsession.” Slideshow (2 Photographs) Vanderbilt additionally challenged racial requirements of the instances by courting black photographer-filmmaker Gordon Parks within the 1950s. “I embrace all of it – the ache and the pleasure, the drama and the disappointments,” Vanderbilt wrote in summing up her life within the romantic memoir, “It Appeared Necessary on the Time.” Reporting by Invoice Trott in Washington; Modifying by David Brunnstrom and Matthew Lewis Our Requirements:The Thomson Reuters Trust Principles. Source link

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Off-target Woods looks like he has seen a ghost at PGA Championship

Someone had to do it eventually. Be respectful, postpone respect. Tiger Woods The man, not the legend.

An old man, with a bad back, is struggling to prepare as he once did, forced into long periods of inactivity between tournaments.

Brooks Koepka did not buy it here.

Brooks Koepka did not buy it here. At a tournament played in the shadow of New York, Koepka was the ghost surprise.

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Brooks Koepka showed no fear of playing next to him By the time he fell to the last place to last record break and below seven substandard, Koep

In short, Woods had dragged his way to the rankings halfway through the round, tied in fifth place with a knot of players, but this didn't last long. Woods gave three shots back in his last five holes to end the day against two disappointing par.

Observers like Nick Faldo were right about Bethpage Black. Woods had won here before – the US Open in 2002 – but this is not a course that flatters him. Augusta spoils his mistakes.

Go in the wrong place on the Black Course – with all the doom called that name – and there are a few ways to escape. By the end, Woods seemed tired and insufficiently prepared, which may be more realistic to assume his current condition than those who had made him a favorite.

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Woods was forced to Koepka produced his best version of it season so far "

Woods was forced to watch Koepka produced his best performance of the season so far

It took Woods a superhuman effort to bring the Masters and it is undoubtedly inspired by Augusta like nowhere else in the world, opponent Koepka is.

Woods could have had contact with many young contemporaries on Thursday, but I said goodbye to Koepka on h he first hole – immediately after three shots – and the hole grew steadily throughout the day.

The 10th is in transition from heavy couple celebrating, one of Woods missed the fairway with his first, sent a wedge through the green with his second, diluted his third and ended with a double bogey, Koepka authoritatively sinking a 30-foot putt for birdie.

No wonder Woods sounded a little picky when asked about John Daly and his permission to drive a buggy around this track.

to make a ride too, but Woods instead marched, often many yards behind Koepka, who barely sent the ball wrong until a quirky shot hit the background at nine fourth, then I led the tournament with two clear blows

Koepka is very careful in his preparation and coordinates his tournament choice with majors, but the absence of Woods in the run-up to this event was out of pure necessity.

He can't play like he once did and even cried from a scheduled nine-hole on the eve of the game, claiming he felt sick.

He has had a six-hour practice round in recent weeks. Yet, as the fifth-year-old, whom he shared with his playing partner, became increasingly clear, he also did the foolishness of imagination. Just after his 15th major, Woods was able to continue where he left off.

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So much has changed. Not just his status, but the challenge of those around him. Koepka has won three of the last eight majors. In the player, Woods flourished that way. Woods was that player.

The constant is the love of the people.

I don't know what to do, but I don't know what to do. Go, big cat … two on two, Tiger & # 39; every step was welcomed with an encouragement. Regular shots – one sent to the wrong plateau of the green – were greeted with fierce supportive cheers.

Every now and then I would sink one or raise the iron pin of the fairway and hear a deserved cheer. But without knowing it, you would never have linked Koepka as an American and, perhaps, the best golfer in the world.

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Despite the average rally halfway Woods finished his two session on the leaderboard

No one told him to make it to the ninth. They just wanted him to hurry up and play so Tiger could hit again. The biggest encouragement came to Koepka & # 39; s generous exploits, but to Woods & # 39; eagle in four.

Woods had never made an eagle with Bethpage Black. Indeed, he made the last eagle in the PGA Championship during his third round at the Atlanta Athletic Club in 2001.

So yes, it was special. It also took Woods in the red figures that, when a score card contains two double bogeys in the first eight holes, it is an achievement.

Woods was on a pitch and made a score of three in four consecutive holes after the mid-turn. Still, Koepka must have wondered what he had to do to get an Amen. He performed brilliantly – over the course, the field, even his three-man group.

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Although the tournament is not won after 18 holes, Koepka looks relentlessly around Bethpage

On the third three, Woods had hit up to eight feet, Koepka, after him, up to 15. Koepka promptly dropped his birdie putt, but Woods was missing. I left a lot there, mainly from those short distances.

Then both men thought they could have done better and, unbelievably, they are probably right.

After all, it's not some kind of bat from the hey l who has set the course record, someone out of the blue who enjoyed a wonderful day. This is the man who depicted many judges before a ball was hit.

Woods will know that too. He is not nine shots of any bolter. The early leader will prove incredibly difficult to change.

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] Woods knows with all his experience how difficult it will be to close the gap with the leader "

Woods, with all his experience, is well aware of how difficult it will be to close the gap to close with the leader

& I am far back & # 39 ;, Woods admitted, the golf course is difficult to play. It is not so difficult to make a man, but it is very difficult to birdie, and Brooks played well, I felt like I was going back in with the eagle, but unfortunately I couldn't get it together at the end. uden. "

When I signed for his card, Woods & # 39; face that stare a thousand yards familiar to everyone.

The next generation couldn't handle Woods & # 39; appearance Augusta, but this week in New York it feels very different. Troubled by ghosts? Who are you going to call? Brooks Koepka.

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He explained how & # 39; hard & # 39; the course is playing and he & # 39; couldn't hold it together & # 39;

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