#I just had like 20 mins to check it before heading home

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

dear anons I thank you all for this but I don’t want to spam so I’ll just reply in this way

I can sleep safely knowing when even the slightest hint of a whimper occurs it will send the messengers to my inbox 🫡

[frostiexavier]

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☆ MINORS DNI | 18+ ONLY ☆

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✮♱✮ summary: Sylus was invited to a luxurious party with you as his plus one. Unfortunately the dress you were planning on wearing does not fit the way you wish it would, making you doubt yourself. But don’t worry, Sylus is there to give you all the reassurance you need.

✮♱✮ warnings: sylus x fem! reader, unprotected p in v sex, reverse cowgirl (kinda), mirror sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), praise from sylus, dom sylus, reader feels insecure about how a dress fits, i think thats all sorry if i missed anything hehe

✮♱✮ word count: 3.2k

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“Here you go Miss, it just arrived this morning. Boss will be in later so he said to take all the time you need to get ready”, Kieran said while handing you a beautifully decorated black box with a silky red ribbon attached to it.

“Thank you boys”, you reply, looking at both Luke and Kieran.

“No troubles, we will leave you to get ready. Make sure to smile when we take pictures later”, Luke states as the boys exit the room.

You giggle at Luke and Kieran as they shut the door giving you a thumbs up. You smile widely at the box. This is the first time you are going to something this fancy and you are going with Sylus of all people. You want to look your best and you picked out the best dress a couple months ago while you went with Sylus to get measurements done.

You excitedly unwrap the bow and open the black box to see a layer of sparkly black tissue paper. You slowly move it away and gasp as your jaw drops. It's more beautiful than you had remembered it being a couple months ago. The dress was black but had red accents all throughout the dress. It has a glittery shimmer to it and there was a slit where your right leg would be. You stood up excitedly and held it up to your figure in the mirror.

You could not wait to try it on and accessorize it. You hung the dress up on a velvet black hanger on the door before heading to the bathroom.

You played your favorite music as you started to curl your hair and do your makeup. You are so excited to go to this event with Sylus and try new foods, maybe dance with him. You blush at the thought of dancing with Sylus in public but it also makes your heart flutter. Like he read your mind, you got a text from him as you were putting on your final touches of makeup.

Sylus: Hey Kitten, almost ready for tonight?

You: Yes! The dress is so beautiful. I can’t wait!

Sylus: Me either, see you in 20 mins sweetie.

You set your phone down and finish the look off with some lip gloss that gives a red dewy look to your lips. You admire yourself in the mirror and you look stunning. You run back to the bedroom and remove your robe you were wearing to put the dress on.

You unzip the back of the dress and step into it pull it up by the straps and over your shoulders. Everything is going well until you zip the dress up. You are able to fully zip it but for some reason the dress feels tight. You turn around to look in the mirror. The dress is tucking underneath your chest area making your chest pop and your stomach pudge. You frown a second and try to readjust your dress but it keeps scrunching up in the same area. You take it off a second and grab a measuring tape and see you have gained an inch or 2 since you last were fitted. You knew you had gained a small amount of weight but thought it was just bloating or period related.

You try to think of what to do and decide to try a bodysuit underneath to see if that would cinch your waist a bit but it failed you, the dress still looked awkward. You tried to pick your brain and google solutions but everything you attempted still didn’t make the dress look right. You checked the time and it was almost time for Sylus to be home and take you to the event. You couldn’t help but start crying. You were angry and frustrated, you just wanted this night to be perfect. You wished the dress looked and fit like it did that day a couple months ago.

A knock on the door brought you out of your thoughts. You quickly wipe your tears away and tell whoever is behind the door to come in.

Sylus walks in with a small smile on his face which quickly fades as soon as he sees you. He had a small box in his hand that he quickly sat down before walking toward you.

“Have you been crying? Did Luke and Kieran say something to you? I’ll kill them.” he states about to run out the door to the boys when you stop him bu tugging his arm back.

“No, No Sylus it's not them”, you state and his demeanor calms down.

“Then what is it, Kitten? Why have you been crying?”, he says lifting your chin to look at you properly.

You can’t help but shed another tear and look away from him, pulling your chin out of his grasp.

“I look horrible in this dress”, you say just above a whisper.

“I didn’t catch that, say it again?”, Sylus asks, leaning closer to you so he can hear you through your sobs.

“I said I look horrible in the dress, it doesn’t fit me”, you say softly while sniffling back some of your tears.

“Stand up, let me see”, he says and watches as you stand up from the bed and turn toward him.

Sylus examines your body up and down and he looks dumbfounded. He raises an eyebrow before he replies.

“Kitten, I don’t quite understand what you mean?”, he lowkey chuckles and you roll your eyes at him.

“Right here, it looks awkward”, you say pointing to the area that you are displeased with. He moves his head side to side and looks back up at your face.

“I think it looks great, nothing awkward about it. I think you look beautiful in that dress”, Sylus explains honestly as he sits on the bed admiring you.

“Of course you would say that. I wish it just looked the same as before, it looks so ugly on me now.”, you say, turning away from him and tearing up more; slightly ruining your makeup now.

Sylus gets up from his seat on the bed and walks behind you and looks at you in the mirror, your back facing him and both of you facing the mirror.

“I don’t lie, sweetie. You look gorgeous in my eyes, always. If you aren’t comfortable we can find you a new dress”, Sylus states as he tries to wipe the tears off your face.

“That’s not the point Sylus”, you say facing toward him. “I want this dress to fit me like it did a few months ago. But I just had to gain a little weight and now it looks ugly on me. I look ugly”, you say looking downward as a tear falls off your cheek.

“What did you just say?”, Sylus asks, his tone sounding different. You feel his fingers lift your chin up, your eyes meeting his crimson red ones that are now a shade darker than before.

“Huh?”, you asked with a shaky breath.

“I said, " What did you just say?”sylus asks, taking a step toward you. Sylus doesn’t like it when you degrade yourself. You are everything to him and he will stop at nothing ro make sure everyone, including yourself, knows just how precious and beautiful you are. You normally are quite confident in yourself but tonight your own expectations just weren’t met.

“I said I look ugly”, you repeat as a nothing tear decides to crawl its way down your face.

“Turn around and don’t move”, he states and whips you around facing the mirror.

You let out a small gasp at the sudden motion of turning around so quickly. Sylus makes his way to the front of you and gets down on his knees.

“What are you doing?”, you ask him and he piers up to look at your face.

“I’m going to show you how beautiful you look in this dress”, he says as he snakes his hands from your ankles and slowly makes his way up to your thighs.

“Sylus, we don’t have time for this”, you say, wiping the remaining tears from your face.

“We have all the time in the world if it means making you realize that you’re wrong about this.”, he says and grabs at your black lacy panties, pulling them down in one swift motion.

He pulls off your red heels and hooks the leg coming out of the dress's slit over his shoulder. He wastes no time and licks a long stride up your heat.

You gasp feeling him on you so suddenly. He laps at you a couple times when he notices you staring at him.

“Don’t look at me. Look in the mirror”, he states firmly. You draw your attention to the mirror, the imagine of him between your legs on his knees makes your legs feel like jello. He is so incredibly attractive like this but his voice draws you back.

“Look at you, not at me”,he says firmly. You hesitate for a moment but do what he says.

As soon as you look at yourself he continues. He licks another stride up your folds and the latches you clit between his lips, gently sucking. You moan out, throwing your head back.

He stops and slaps your pussy and you look down at him with a frown.

“Eyes forward, only on you or I stop, got it?”, he replies and you nod. You look back at the mirror facing yourself and he goes back to sucking your clit.

Lick after lick, suck after suck and you feel yourself dripping down your leg. You want to close your eyes so desperately but can’t because the Sylus would stop. You know he is watching you to make sure you behave so you just continue to look at yourself in the mirror.

You feel him insert a finger inside you and you grip his head with your right hand leaning forward placing your left hand on the side of the mirror. You are very close to your reflection at this point and you can feel Sylus smirk against you. He doesn’t lighten up with his tongue on your clit as he inserts another finger, using both fingers to pump in and out of you.

You scratch his head with yohr nails and he groans in your pussy.

“You got your claws out now kitten?”, he asks, making you squeeze around his fingers from his comment.

“You’re so beautiful, this dress is nothing without someone like you wearing it”, he compliments in between sucking your clit.

You tug at his hair again but he keeps going.

“No one could wear it like you can, let me ruin you in it like you can”, he moans and your legs start shaking. Between his words and having to stare at yourself coming undone you don’t know how much longer you will last.

He moves his fingers in a “come hither” motion and you push his face toward you move, practically riding his face at this point.

“Sylus I’m-“, you can’t finish your sentence but he knows you.

“Go ahead kitten, show me how pretty you look cumming in that dress”, he says while moving his fingers fast and sucking harshly on your clit one last time.

You watch yourself come undone in the mirror and grip his scalp, hoping you aren’t hurting him.

He growls and laps up your sweetness as he works you through your orgasm.

After you come down a bit, he licks one more stride and stands up to face you. He uses his thumb to wipe any remnant off his face and pops into his mouth and sucks it.

“Mmmm you always taste so good, but I need more. I also don’t think you are fully confident yet either”, he says, stepping toward you until your thighs meet the bed. He pulls you toward him and spins you both around. He takes a seat on the bed and unzips his black pants and pulls them down along with his boxers. His large girth stands tall with a slight curve that fits you just right.

You can feel his gaze on you, a shade of warm pink painted on your cheeks.

“I love the admiration kitten but tonight’s not about me.”, he says and turns your body around.

He bunches your dress up and makes you walk back toward him to take a seat on his lap.

“Now, I’m going to please you until you can see it in yourself what I see in you”, he whispers while kissing up your neck to your ear. His seductive voice sends chills up your spine.

“I won’t stop until I hear you say it”, he says aligning himself with your entrance.

He slowly helps you sink down on him, inch by inch and you both groan as he is fully sheathed inside you. You close your eyes to feel him filling you up completely.

“Eyes open kitten, this is your last warning”, he says, thrusting out and then back up into you, making you bounce on him. You open your eyes immediately from the jolt and he takes your face in his left hand. He grabs your face and makes you look in the mirror once again. This new position surprising you, not knowing if its because sylus is also right behind you but you look attractive in this angle. He starts thrusting into you at a fast and hard pace, making you bounce up and down on him. He continues to kiss you from your neck to cheek to ear and repeats in these areas, making sure to tug your ear a few times with his teeth.

“Come on kitten, say something, tell me how pretty you look right now, taking me like this”, he continues. You moan at his words and nod. You do think you look pretty right now, at this moment.

“I look pretty”, you reply and he shakes his head.

“Say it like you mean it”, he says as he moves his right hand down your abdomen to your clit. Rubbing it in figure eights.

“Oh god Sylus fuck-, I look hot taking you like this”, you say looking at where you two are connected, his finger have you spread open were you can see everything. He jerks your head up slightly to meet your own gaze once again.

“and?”, he asks, wanting you to continue.

“I look stunning in this dress, it was made for me, I look beautiful and I feel beautiful”, you say and he looks at you with admiration in the mirror.

“That's my good girl”, he says and starts to rub your clit faster and thrusts into you deeper. You grip his thighs so you don’t fall off of him. He lets go of the grip he had on your face and wraps it around your abdomen to keep you close to him.

He starts moaning into your ear and you face him. You place your palm on his cheek and admire his features, you pull him into a passionate kiss and when you let go you rest your forehead against his.

“You make me feel beautiful”, you admit tk him and that's all it took for him to let go.

“I love you”, he says while he paints your walls inside white with his cum.

His release and confession makes you come undone as well. Sylus makes sure to work you both through your highs.

He bounces you up and down a few more times before he removes himself from you.

“Sorry, was that too much?”, Sylus asks and you giggle and shake your head.

“No, you were perfect. Thank you for making me feel better”, he kiss his cheek.

He chases after you and catches your lips, kissing you with love.

“Well, if anything you can blame me because I think I ruined your dress”, he says and you look in the mirror. You look at it but nothing seems to be wrong with it.

“No I think my face and thighs are ruined”, you laugh looking at your makeup smeared face and the juices painted all over your thighs.

“Wait right here I can help you fix it”, Sylus gets up and wipes himself off with a tissue before stuffing himself back into his pants.

He leaves to the bathroom and comes back with your makeup bag, a washcloth and a few safety pins.

He wipes your thighs off and hands you the makeup bag. You wipe your makeup off completely and start over.

“I have to make a quick call and I’ll be right back”, he gets up and leaves the room but returns in a matter of minutes.

After you are satisfied with your makeup he gestures to you to stand up.

He unzips the back of your dress and moves your hair to the side. He grabs a few of the safety pins and pins the two parts together leaving a little bit of space. He grabs your hair and places it over the area to hide the safety pins.

“Okay now look, does that seem better to you?”,he asks and you look in the mirror. The place you hated before was fixed just like that. The area now lies flat against your stomach, not making it look bunched up in an awkward way.

“How did you do that?”, you turn around and look at him in surprise.

“I called the seamstress to see if I could fix it somehow, apparently it just takes a safety pin”, he says smirking down at you.

“I think it’s perfect now”, you smile and he kisses your forehead.

“It was perfect before, I just want you to be comfortable”, he smiles.

“I know, I just had momentary insecurity thats all”,you say and look away from him.

“Well I am glad it was momentary, you know if you ever think poorly about yourself I will always reassure you”, he says, lacing his fingers with yours, holding your hand.

“I know, thank you sylus”, you lean up to kiss him and he kisses you back with a smile. A knock at the door breaks you out of your kiss.

“What is it?”, Sylus grumbles.

“The car is here for you sir and misses”, Luke and Kieran say in unison.

“Be right there”, you say and look back at Sylus and giggle.

“I hope they didn’t hear us”, you admit to Sylus.

“Probably wasn’t the first time and won’t be the last time Kitten”, he winks and you swat at his chest. He pretends you hurt him and you move to exit the room.

“Wait, I got you something���, he says while grabbing the small box he sat down earlier.

“What is it?”, you say as you stop to turn to face him.

He opens the box to reveal a thin silver chain necklace with a crimson red gem dangling from the end.

“Sylus its beautiful”, you say and he grabs it and places it around your neck then connects it in the back for you.

You go to the mirror to look at it. It's absolutely stunning and goes perfectly with your dress.

“Shall we my lady?”, he says with his arm held out for you. You nod and wrap your hand around his arm as he escorts you to the car outside.

You both had a wonderful time at the event, you both had some champagne and people gave multiple compliments to your dress, making you smile. You and Sylus both enjoyed your time but the night was far from over when you both got back that evening.

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a/n: Sorry guys if this was trash but hopefully it met the sylus girlies expectations <3 I love sylus girlies fr 🫂 anyways, Xavier my pookie freakie pie will be last and then ill probably write headcannons for a while and take a break from all the smut until im ovulating again muhahaha

[reverie-starlight]

gn!reader, no physical descriptions. fluff! mostly dialogue. wrote this in like 20 mins this morning. something something building new traditions with the love of your life something something.

you awaken to the sound of your apartment door opening.

there’s some shuffling, you hear some bags rustle, but you pay it no mind, assuming osamu just decided to get the groceries out of the way.

you vaguely remember him getting out of bed far too early for your taste, and then coming into the bedroom half an hour later to kiss your cheek. you had mumbled incoherently then, but now you piece together that it was him letting you know he was leaving for a bit.

it’s still too early.

the sun may be shining through your blinds, and the clock may dispute your claim, but it’s still. too. early.

familiar footsteps approach the door and you sigh, knowing your sunday morning lie-in is about to come to an end. the door opens and you pull the covers over your head, groaning a bit before your boyfriend has the chance to say anything.

“hey now,” he starts, amusement clear in his tone. “is that any way to greet someone who picked up breakfast on his way home?”

home. you've been living together a little over two months now, but you don't see the butterflies in your stomach whenever he says that disappearing any time soon.

you roll over to face him and slowly peek your head out from under the duvet. “you brought breakfast?”

he nods and comes to sit on the bed, holding a container of coffee from your favourite café. you rip the covers off and sit up as fast as you can, ignoring osamu’s rumbling laughter in favour of reaching out for the drink.

“you got me coffee? oh I love you,” he places the cup in your awaiting hands and you take a sip, sighing in contentment. “thank you, baby, you didn’t have to.”

he kisses your forehead. “I wanted to. figured I’d need an incentive to get ya outta bed today.”

you lean against him, happily soaking up his warmth. “well you figured right, it’s too damn early.”

he snorts. “it’s past 10, sweetheart.”

you groan again. “still earlier than I would normally get up on a sunday. you should know that by now.”

osamu flicks your forehead, his tone teasing. “yeeeaahhh we gotta fix yer sleep schedule.”

“oh hush, weekends exist outside of schedules. it’s the no man’s land of healthy sleep cycles and the circadian rhythm.”

he hums, acknowledging your statement but deciding not to debate you on it. “alright, get up, babe. food’s getting cold.”

he rubs your knee before moving to stand, and you loop one arm through his before he has the chance. “waiiiitttt,” you whine.

he raises an eyebrow at you and matches your tone. “whaaatttt?”

you giggle. “you’re annoying-“

“watch it, I can still take that coffee back.”

you clutch the cup against your chest protectively. “I didn’t mean it!”

“okay seriously, what? I need to go plate the food and unpack the groceries.”

you take his hand. “I’ll get ready super quick, can’t you just stay with me?”

he gives you a look. “someone’s clingy today, hm?” he says.

you shake your head. “not necessarily, just… grateful I have such a thoughtful boyfriend who brings me coffee and I don’t want to be apart from him for too long?”

“clingy,” he repeats, but his eyes are clearly full of affection for you.

ten minutes later, you’re sitting in the kitchen with western style breakfast sandwiches and going over what he bought at the store.

“did you remember to get sponges?”

“check.”

“dish soap?”

“the one ya like, yeah.”

“eggs?”

he freezes in the middle of bringing his food up to his mouth and flicks his eyes over to you. he looks as guilty as a dog that just got caught chewing something it knows it shouldn't have.

you hold back a laugh and wipe some sauce from the corner of his mouth. “that’s fine, I don’t mind going out to get some later.”

he nods. “we can get some snacks, too. I wanted to wait until we were both up to choose this week’s haul.”

you grin, wondering how you scored someone as thoughtful as him. it’s nice how easily you’ve both settled into living together, and even nicer that you’ve developed some little traditions like picking out weekly snacks together.

maybe sunday morning coffee could be a new tradition, too, you think. instead of bringing it up with him, you take a sip and wash down the bite you just took.

you admire him as he gets up to put the rest of the groceries away, already done with his food, and listen to him as he goes over some plans for the upcoming week. something about lunch with aran on thursday.

you try to pay attention- honestly, you do, but you feel yourself slowly becoming possessed by a feeling of domestic bliss. his words are drowned out by your own thoughts future pets skittering around, hosting dinners for friends and family, decorating for holidays...

so many possibilities you've yet to explore, a whole future together just beginning. thoughts you've absolutely had before, but intensified by his simple act of love this morning.

was this coffee brewed from magic beans or something?

you blink up at him when he turns to face you, arms crossed and leaning against the counter, a concerned look on his face. "baby? where'd ya go?"

you take another sip and smile softly. "sorry, this is just really good coffee."

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hope you enjoyed <3

@emmyrosee your husband !!

[gardengnosticator]

kiss me through the phone

pairing: ellie williams x abby anderson

warnings: sub!abby, dom!ellie, phone sex, shameless masturbation, MEN AND MINORS DNI

To Abby, the gym was her sanctuary. A place not of rest, but of grit and sweat and pain and punishment, and it was where she felt a deeply affirming sense of peace within herself. When the weight of the world, of life itself could be reduced down to a select few exercises and weight allocations of meticulously recorded sets and reps. Friday was a particular favorite day of her week, “Legs”, the archetypal despised body part of every gym bro and yet Abby felt a deep, masochistic enjoyment in torturing every fiber of her thighs, hamstrings, calves and glutes. Partly because she got to spend the entire weekend nursing and recovering her still shaking lower half and partly because she knew how her girlfriend just absolutely adored her legs. 

Ellie Williams, the perpetual ass-woman. 

So Abby’s day progresses with its usual determined, militaristic pace. Squats first of course, the rack providing solace as Abby worked her way through every single set with the kind of grit one might muster to slay a dragon or other beast. Hamstrings curls follow, each movement paced, controlled, absolute sheer-focus and then… hip abductors. A cruel machine in which one would seat themself, and proceed to squeeze their legs together in a movement Abby affectionately referred to as, “the good girl/bad girl” motion. Due to its embarrassing nature, 99% of gym goers avoided this movement like the plague, but for Abby, it gave her a sense of territorial control that she could stroll over, strap herself in and “rep out these sets” like no one’s business since no one else had the guts to do so. 

It’s such a painfully dull exercise that Abby tends to relish this chance by scrolling through her phone and it’s a good thing she did as she catches a text notification from none other than Ellie. 

“babe where r u at??? ive been warmin ur spot on the bed for like an hour” 

Abby snorts, fingers already grappling with the screen of her phone as her legs continued their effort in contracting against the devastating weight stack she had opted to use. 

“So all you’ve done since I left has been roll over to my side of the bed huh?” 

Ellie is fast to respond. 

“nuh-uh! i had some of the coffee u left and i stared at a page in my sketchbook for 30 mins. then i went back 2 bed” 

“You know eventually you’re going to have to complete that piece, I’m not sure you can ask for an extension due to creative block.” 

“theyll give me one on compassionate grounds cuz im like a widow back here waitin for u to return from the war.” 

Ellie’s clinginess was something Abby adored. Ellie’s unfettered, unabashed and unironic appreciation of her existence definitely made Abby’s day most of the time. She shakes her head, squeezing one more rep out before texting out her response. 

“I’ll be finished up in 20 minutes and be home as soon as possible babe, you know how busy this place gets on a Friday.” 

The text is sent. Is seen. And Ellie’s response… takes a little longer than Abby expected. So long she had already decided to continue on with her second set. It’s a little shameful how quickly she checks to see who it was, as if it would be anyone else. 

“big day yeah? legs rite? u kno thats my fav <3” 

“Only your favorite because you refuse to admit that your groping does not count as therapeutic sports massage.” 

“nah its my fav cuz ur always so jittery n sensitive when u get back. lookin forward 2 sittin between ur thighs when u get home ;)” 

Abby thighs slam together with so much force the weight stack within the machine rattles loudly. Not loud enough to draw attention within a gym environment, but loud enough for her to become conscious of just how hard her heart was beating in her chest. She gulps, tongue nervously darting out to drag against her lips as she tries to regain her composure and finish up her set. 

“u always get home so tired n drained its cute. u never seem 2 turn me down as well so i guess u enjoy it 2?” 

Abby’s heart is beating against her ribcage like it’s an under-engaged zoo animal longing to tear apart a particularly bothersome toddler. She looks around, as if someone here could read her mind and delve into the part of her psyche that’s already imagining that beautiful lop-sided smirk dancing on Ellie’s lips as she descended between her legs and-

SLAM! 

Once again, Abby has decided to forgo the gym rule of not slamming the weights and has found herself with thighs tensed and firmly clamped together, yet the usual sensation of burning quads has been replaced by that of an aching hunger within her core. Her tongue darts itself out to drag across her lower lip, head turning to take note if anyone was staring. They never do. People here know better than to stare at Abby when she’s in the zone, even if right now the zone was decidedly not focused on working out. At least… not in this particular sense.

Abby scrambles her way out of the machine, her set long forgotten and her gym bag firmly being tugged along as she makes a quick walk to the showers, thumb already hurriedly grazing near Ellie’s contact on her phone screen.  

– 

Abby has absconded to one of the gym’s many shower stalls, the water running but not with the intent on scalding off her sweat and cleansing her for the walk home, no, merely trickling in the background to hopefully obscure her true reason for being in here. 

She waits, with her gym shorts around her knees and her phone pressed between her shoulder and ear as she bites her bottom lip. It rings. And rings. And rings until finally, relief, a drawl on the other end of the line to soothe Abby’s thoughts. 

“Sup..?” Ellie croaks out, the after effects of a sleep schedule to rival even the laziest of felines. 

“You’re callin’ early. Lemme guess, some asshole is curling in the squat rack again huh?” She giggles, good lord her giggle. Abby can picture Ellie now, eyes scrunched shut with a lopsided smirk as she snorts. It’s gorgeous. So gorgeous in fact Abby can’t help the way her free hand finds itself snugly compressed between her thighs, two fingers drawing their way back and forth through her folds as she stifled a groan. 

“I-I just wanted to check in. See if you wanted me to get anything to eat on t-the way back? Abby’s doing her best to remain stable, trying to keep her voice quiet and in check as she debauches herself in a public shower stall.

The line stays silent for a few seconds before the distinct click of a tongue can be made out. 

“That so…” Ellie’s voice is low, so low Abby can barely hear her, but she relishes every syllable escaping Ellie’s lips and Abby just melts. “If that’s it you coulda just texted y��know…” Abby wants to slap herself for making such a weak excuse. No, that’s not it. She wants Ellie to slap her, put her in her place like the bitch in heat she was being right now. 

“Jus’ wanted to hear you…” Abby whines out, eyes shut tight, her cheeks a bright pink as her fingertips ever so daringly push their way inside of her, breath hitching. Hitching so loud Ellie can hear her. 

“Poor baby missed me that much she just had to gimme a call huh? Cute.” Ellie’s tongue rolls the last part of “cute”, popping it out with such sultry venom Abby feels her knees tremble. She bites her down hard on her bottom lip to stifle another lewd moan, nodding her head furiously against her phone. 

“M-Missed you a whole lot…” Abby’s voice is defeated, her eyes just barely open enough to watch her hand continue to caress between her thighs, the tip of a finger just barely parting her lips to push inside of her as the rough skin of her palm found itself compressed against her aching bud. It’s enough to garner another whimper from her, back arching against the cool tile of the shower stall.

“Missed me or missed my tongue, that’s what I’m wonderin’.” Abby can hear the shifting of sheets over the phone, Ellie must be moving from the bed right now and that hurts. Abby wants nothing more than to be right there under those covers with her. 

“Put me on video. Now. I want to see you Abby.” 

It was rare for Ellie to break out into that tone. That commanding, domineering nigh-snarl that only ever seemed to come out when she was admonishing Jesse for hogging a joint or when Joel’s phone calls to check in on the pair got a little too frequent. It made Ellie sound so much bigger than she actually was, it made people respect her authority,  and most importantly it got Abby so fucking wet she was sure she had just tumbled back into the spray of the shower faucet. 

Abby does exactly what she is told, chest heaving as the hand that wasn’t busy pleasuring herself scrambled to grasp her phone, holding it at arm’s length as her thumb shakily finds its way to switch the call to video, and the sight that unfolds in front of her makes her body freeze. Ellie has not gotten herself out of bed, merelypropped herself up enough for the screen of Abby’s phone to present an immaculate picture unto her. 

Ellie is kneeling atop the mattress, her phone propped up on their shared bedside table, probably thanks to the copious amounts of half-read comic books Ellie leaves up there. For once Abby is grateful for the bedside mess, because now she gets to gorge herself on the sight of Ellie resting on her splayed out knees, clad in only a pair of black boyshorts and a gray tank top that so perfectly frames her toned waist. Abby whines like the bitch in heat she is and Ellie sneered. 

“Oh yeah. You certainly missed me.” Abby nods, completely undone by Ellie’s mere presence, the knowledge she was watching her do this, in public too, it only fuels the heat within her stomach, the aching between her thighs and the speed of which her two fingers curl against her gummy inner walls. 

Abby’s eyes are almost glazed over. She inhales sharply as she watches Ellie’s onscreen figure move slightly, leaning herself back so those slender fingers can rake their way up and down over her torso, tugging and toying with the hem of her wife pleaser. Abby’s mouth parts, her words all but falling from her throat as she begs, “P-Please, please, please Ellie… I wanna see so fucking bad…” 

She begs and she receives, the way Ellie begins to hike her top up and over her stomach, fingertips agonizingly slow as they trace their way over the defined muscles of her abdominals. If Abby was 5% less restrained right now, the poor girl would be straight up licking the screen of her phone in a desperate effort to taste Ellie’s pale skin. All she can do pump her digits inside of herself, the accompanying wet squelching sound of Abby’s sex as she continued to ride her own fingers. 

Even through the screen Abby gorges herself on Ellie’s most subtle movements, the way those bushy brows come to furrow on her forehead, the way the corner of her bottom lip rolls itself back as she chews on it, dark green eyes staring right through Abby’s soul as Ellie brings her top up to teasingly reveal her chest. Abby lets out a guttural moan, almost doubling over on herself. 

“Bet you wish you had stayed home today huh…” Ellie huffs out, her voice slightly muffled due to her distance from her phone, and yet its as if Ellie is right up against Abby’s back, and that combined with the way her palm was grinding right up against her quivering bud, slick with the drizzling shower, her sweat and the juices oozing their way from her folds causes Abby to grunt out Ellie’s name with each primal thrust of her hips down to meet her hand. 

“Fu-fuck… God I wish you were here Abs, you’re always so good when you get home from a workout. Just so fuckin’ soft and tired, love how you just let me treat you as my toy…” Ellie’s head is tossed back. One of her hands comes up to cup at her breast, the other pushes itself under the waistband of her shorts, a wonderful bulge emanating from her crotch as she rides her own fingers in tandem with Abby. 

“There ain’t nothin’ better than having you laying on the couch and letting me ride those thighs of yours.” Abby’s eyes are shut tight; if she stares at Ellie any longer she might pass out from the sheer lack of blood flowing to her vein as all sensory motivation focuses on curling her fingers right against her g-spot. Her breathing is ragged, her body coiled so tight she felt like she was either going to climax or perhaps burst a damn blood vessel as Ellie’s sultry drawl once again meets her ears. 

“Cum for me baby.” All Abby can do is obey, is crumble, give in to every firing synapse in her brain and ride herself out. She heaves with effort, every muscle contracting as the slick white ring of her arousal pools over the knuckles of her hand, body doubling over as she rides out her high. Eventually, after sinking to her knees Abby collects enough of her strength to open her eyes. Ellie had once again shifted, her face filling up Abby’s phone screen as a very smug, very pleased smirk grows on her lips. 

“Wash up and get your ass home, because unlike you, I haven’t had my fill yet.” And with that, the call ends and Abby just breathlessly laughs to herself, rolling her neck as she opens the stall door to see if she can safely put her phone away before properly showering. She huffs proudly to herself; looks like she's in for a very long night.

[xxoxobree]

See You Again

Miles G. Morales x Black Fem Reader

WARNINGS: Angst , Sadness, Happy Ending.

A/n: Surprise Shawtayyy‼️ wrote this in like 20 mins 🫶🏽 I love it 🤣

A year has flown by since Miles' father and you, his girlfriend, passed away. Yet, the agony that gnawed at his soul showed no signs of leaving. His grief had descended into a deep depression, which soon morphed into a seething anger. His heartache only intensified as he struggled to make sense of why he had to suffer so much. Why were two of most important people in his life ripped away from him?

Sleep was now a distant memory, and he dreaded the thought of closing his eyes. Every time he did, he was transported back to a time when he was happy, a time when he shared precious moments with you, that only added to his already unbearable pain.

Miles found himself under the spell of his uncle, who had taken him under his wing, using his intelligence for nefarious purposes that he knew would have disappointed you. He was desperate to shake off the haunting memories that plagued him so he took up the mantle becoming The Prowler.

Tonight was like any other night. He slid open his window, using his metallic claws to pry it open, then climbed in, undressing before heading to bed. But as he headed towards his bed, something caught his eye - a glint of light that shone in the darkness. Curious, he approached the object and picked it up, examining it closely.

It was a necklace, one that belonged to you. The very one he had given you, the one that you had lost the day before you were taken from him. The necklace that he had promised you he would help you find the next day. Miles clutched it tight in his hand, feeling the weight of his grief pressing down on him. He slowly made his way to his bed, where he fell asleep, still holding onto the precious necklace.

As he drifted off, his breathing gradually steadied. He soon found himself in a dream, where you appeared before him once again, with your beautiful smile that quickly turned to a frown, your eyes filling with tears. He could hear your weak voice ringing in his ears.

"Miles....Miles, help...I don't want to......... " your voice trailed off the sentence unfinished forever. Miles jolted awake in his bed. His heart raced from the intensity of the nightmare that had just gripped him. He took a few deep breaths, calming himself down before reaching for his cellphone to check the time. It was already 8 am, and he had to get ready for school.

The rest of Miles' day went by relatively normally, until he was heading back home. His head was down, texting his mother about her picking up another shift when he heard it - his name being called. He looked around, trying to figure out where the voice was coming from.

He heard it again – that voice he would recognize anywhere, the voice he longed to hear once more. And there you were, standing on the front steps of his apartment building, waving at him before running over. Miles stood frozen in shock, unable to grasp how you were there.

"Y/n," Miles said, his eyes beginning to well up with tears.

"Hey, Miles! What did you do to your hair? Did your mom do it? I kinda like it," you said, unaware of the whirlwind of emotions that Miles was experiencing in that moment.

You looked just as beautiful as the day he lost you, your hair styled just the way he liked, with your signature pink hair in two puffs. Your lips glistened from your lipgloss, and Miles couldn't help but stare in awe.

Without hesitation, Miles quickly pulled you into a tight embrace, knowing that if he didn't seize this moment, it would pass him by forever. He hugged you tightly, squeezing the life out of you.

"Whoa, Miles, you're gonna crush me!" you said, giggling. It was a sound that Miles had missed so much, and it filled him with a sense of warmth a feeling he never thought he'd feel again.

You tapped him gently, and Miles reluctantly let go of the embrace, still holding onto your shoulders.

"Someone missed me," you said, smiling as your eyes zeroed in on his neck. He was wearing a chain, one that looked exactly like yours, but you had yours on your neck. You gripped your chain, feeling a sense of confusion.

"I didn't know you got a matching one," you said, pointing at the chain.

"Oh, yeah," Miles chuckled. "I thought it was cute."

"That's so cute, Miles," you said, before reaching out and intertwining your fingers with his. Miles' heart skipped a beat, and he swore his head was spinning. You were here, in front of him.

He looked down at your entwined hands, still in disbelief that you were really here. "Miles, are you okay?" you asked, concern lacing your voice as your eyebrows knit together.

Miles took a deep breath before he spoke. "Yeah...yeah, I'm fine," he said, trying to compose himself.

"Okay, well let's go. You promised me you'd carry me to the rooftop, remember? To see your new artwork." You reminded him, eager to see the artwork he had been working on.

You were right. He had promised to show you, but now, that artwork was different. It was a painful reminder that you had died, a reminder that you shouldn't be here with him right now. But he couldn't bring himself to tell you that. Not yet.

You snapped your fingers in front of Miles' face, trying to get his attention. "Miles, hello! You're acting strange today. What is it, my love?" you asked, your eyes searching his for answers.

"It's nothing, mi amor. Come on," Miles replied, his voice unconvincing as he grabbed your hand and led you upstairs. He dreaded taking you up there, too scared that you would leave him again. His heart raced with each step, and he couldn't shake off the sense of unease.

As you two arrived at the rooftop, Miles looked back one more time at you. Your face was radiating with happiness, just happy to be with him. The sight made his heart thump harder, if it was even possible.

He pushed open the door, the cool breeze hit his face. "Here it is," he said lowly, motioning his head to the mural of you and his late father.

Your smile instantly dropped, confused by the whole thing. "R.I.P? But I'm right here," you said, looking at Miles in disbelief.

"Miles, your dad," you whispered, your hand coming up to cover your mouth, your eyes filling with tears. Miles just continued to look down, staring at his Nikes.

You tried to speak, but nothing came out as you stood there, frozen, unable to comprehend the reality of the situation.

"You died, Y/n. Right in front of me, in my arms," Miles said quietly, watching a single tear splat on his shoes. He looked up at you, seeing tears fall down your cheeks. How he hated to see you cry.

He walked over to you, wiping away your tears, a small smile on his face. "You're too beautiful to cry," he whispered, grabbing your hands. "And I don't know if you're a figment of my imagination, if I'm dreaming again, or if I'll ever see you again."

You looked up at him, your eyes filled with love and sadness. "So please," he said, closing the gap between your bodies, his hand on your waist. "Can I get a kiss?"

You nodded, and he tilted your chin upward, placing the most gentle, loving kiss on your lips. It was a kiss you wished could've lasted forever,

[dawnoftime22]

post-it.

| T.S

INTHAF Series, Chapter 2

Warnings: None!

Summary: As Taylor got herself a free day, she was making along a song before she decided to call you up and hang out with you, eiliciting a game day for the both of you.

Word Count: 3.9k

Category: fluff!!!

A/N: I honestly love the second half of this more, but enjoy it as you may :)

P.S HOOLY I FORGOT THE SUMMARY FOR LIKE 20 MINS

| Started on 06/01/2024, 10:27 AM |

| Finished on 15/01/2025, 3:02 PM |

Main Masterlist | T.S Masterlist

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<- Chapter 1 Chapter 3 ->

"What would I do without you?"

gif by me / @likestarlightx :]

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— Two Weeks later...

With the last two tiring weeks of rehearsing, a small show, and producing music, Taylor had been everywhere, up until lastly, finally tracing back to her very own home.

When she first wakes up, it's no surprise a certain soreness was present all around her legs and, well, perhaps throughout her entire body. Last night she had gotten back home late from a recent iHeart performance. Her hoodie was thrown somewhere near the corner of the bed, and her legs were all tangled up within the blankets.

Taylor moves to stretch, similar to a certain kitty named Meredith somewhere on the floor, who was elongating her body. Once she was done, she pulls the covers closer to her, wanting nothing but to rest and feel the coziness covering her up.

It was an off day for once. Maybe an off week. She hoped so, but her plans always manage to find its way to change.

The warm sunlight starts making its entrance from the window, filling parts of the room with a vibrant yellow.

Meredith gracefully jumps up to the bed, finding a comfortable spot somewhere next to the blonde. Taylor smiles and reaches out, petting the comfortable cat. The purr she gets back is a rare signal that Meredith's missed her.

She stays like this for a while, relaxing in bed, like nothing in the world mattered anymore. Home, the true place for the heart's relief, even if it isn't a physical location, it certainly exists in every kind of being.

Meredith rubbed her head against Taylor's hand, moving closer to her. Now, how could she get up with this kind of affection?

But soon, with a rumbling stomach yearning for food, she knew she had to get up. Sighing, Taylor propped herself up with her arms, then slid out of bed, begrudgingly walking to the bathroom to take a shower. Meredith watched, missing the warmth already, but opting for the covers.

As she cleaned herself and made her muscles relax off in the bathroom, Benjamin had entered the bedroom, jumping up to the bed and going next to Meredith— essentially taking Taylor's spot. He lays down, having found his very own spot to sleep in. The other cat looked at the ragdoll, but finds no interest in such, other than napping.

When Taylor came out the shower and caught sight of the scene, her heart melts entirely. She quickly dries herself, got some clothes to put on, and picked up her phone.

She sits down and opens her camera app, changing the setting to record so she could videotape the two of them. The cold air was prickling at her skin to rise goosebumps, but she couldn't care less at the moment.

Their purrs mixed in with each other, creating a heart melting atmosphere. It was possibly the most perfect sound to fall asleep to. Once she checks that the video is good and put the speaker near her ear to make sure the sound was there, she decides to put it on her Instagram story so others could hear it, too. And to also see just how adorable her cats looked.

After a while of adoring them with sweet coos, she eventually chooses to let them sleep peacefully. Taylor starts making her way to the kitchen, preparing herself some breakfast.

When she sat at the kitchen island, the sun was streaming in with a stretch from the windows, creating a pretty silhouette of the window.

Taylor took a bite of her sandwich, all while words were coming to gently poke in her mind, creating lyrics that rhyme and melodies sticking along with it.

As her mouth chews the food, she tries her best to focus on her breakfast. she takes a breath in, shaking her head to let the words fall back, but with the comfortable silence in the air, what else was she to do when she has all this free time, all alone?

With it starting to gradually pile up to more lyrics, she soon finishes up with eating. Carefully moving, she gets up from her seat and put the plate in the sink, washing it off to clean it.

After placing it on the drying rack with a clink, she starts walking over to her piano, since it was the closest instrument to her.

Taylor sat down, the bench being a seat that had grown familiar and comfier overtime. First, she makes sure her phone was set up on the piano to record. Since she didn't have her notebook at the moment, she might as well go with the closest thing next to her. Plus, it was a good way to remember melodies and sudden changes in her lyrics.

Her fingers hover over the keys for just a moment, then she slowly lowers them to make contact, getting a random chord to go with the song.

The keys were sounding out perfectly, and she starts slow, finding a good rhythm before she starts to sing the words floating in her head.

"We can..." She pauses, sighing and looking out to a space to think longer about the line.

"We can leave the Christmas-- uh..." This time, she accidentally hit a chord that didn't fit, and decides to restart once more.

The songwriting process was being its bugging self, 'a pause and resume, and making it up as you go along' type thing, but she continues anyway.

"We can leave the Christmas lights up till January..."

"This is our house, we make the rules."

"And there's a dazzling place, a mysterious way about you, dear..." her face made a weird tilted expression at the line of words before she goes again.

"And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear..."

"Have I known you 20 seconds...or 20 years?"

She stops there, having run out of ideas for the lyrics to continue. With the time she's added, she decides to get up for her notebook.

It was stored in a chest drawer, so she gently slid it open, seeing the soft pastel pink book stored safely with a pen beside it. Along with it though, the post-it you had handwritten yourself was also placed there. The small paper was a gentle reminder of the lovely moment you two shared in the tent.

She picks up the book, but puts it at the top of the chest drawer first, her hand going back down to reach for the smallnote. It was something that could ever only be from you, with its little frowned face.

She takes both of them and closes the drawer, making her path back to the piano. Once she gets there, the paper was placed on the piano's wood so it could be visibly in front of her as she writes.

One small sigh escapes her mouth, but she looks down, focusing herself to jot down the lyrics so she won't forget.

A thought lingers somewhere far in her head of wanting to call you up, but with her phone still on the camera app and staring right back at her, it was basically tempting her to call. The sticky note whispers that urge furthermore, holding no help.

Her lips pursed at the choice she was given, but without another moment passing, she picked her phone up, closing out the camera to open her contacts instead.

Her finger gently scrolls down the alphabetical order, trying to find your name in the pile of friends and associates. Once she arrives there, the pad of her thumb hovers over the letters, the worry of disturbing you poking her mind.

But she pushes that thought away and instead, hopes for the best, tapping on it.

The screen turns into a calling one, and the dialling tone sounds out from the small speakers of her phone. Taylor stares at the sticky note as she waited, her teeth sinking into her lips the longer the tone went.

She was sure that time was messing with her now, making her feel as if its been an entire hour of waiting by the tone.

But not a second more, the sound stops. "Tay!! Hi." Your voice came through like a relief to her bones. All relaxation flowed through her body and a smile rose upon her face.

She could practically hear the happiness in your voice. She brushes her fingers on her piano keys, thinking her response quickly.

"Hi. How have you been?" Her greeting contained a chuckle breathed out. She was trying her best to start off slow and not rush in.

"I'm okay. You? Everything been okay?" You ask her back. Your voice almost contained more worry than hers. Or, well...to be honest, she was simply able to hide hers more easily. Her heart was trembling beneath her skin.

"I've been okay too. I...missed you." She was nervous saying that. Why was she nervous? It was unusual for her to be so out of it when talking with you, and you always seemed to be able to make her calm in the most dazing ways.

She guessed it was due to the time you two spent apart as of lately, but the butterflies gracefully flying in her stomach said otherwise.

"I'm glad you are. And I miss you more! I worried work's gone and taken you away from me entirely." With every second spent and every word that went by, she was sure the beating of her heart was getting louder.

Her mind was malfunctioning so much, that she had to get up from the piano and walk around the house so it calms her down. But it isn't working.

"No, no. I'll always be here for you. Uhm, I just thought...if you want to, do...do you wanna come hang out?" she asks, waiting for the answer.

You were dealing with the same situation with your mind and heart going crazy, only for you, has been an ongoing thing ever since this year.

The call now rather than the weeks before, there were no cats stepping on her piano keys anymore, or sounds of meowing, but the sound of her voice was enough.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'd love to. Um, when can I come over?" You ask, your voice gentle, and she could swear she'd faint right then and there on her living room floor, praying no one would find her.

"Whenever, Y/N. When I wake up in the morning..." The words spew out from her mind as her hand gestures aimlessly in the air, and she trails off, wondering why it sounded familiar.

"When it's sunny or storming?" You continue along her own sentence, hinting along that she was saying her own old lyrics without realising. She shakes her head with a laugh. You always seemed to know each line of her music as if you had written the songs yourself.

"Anytime," She says, ruling out the many reasons you could go visit her with 'all the above.' She goes back to sit at her piano with a breath, her mind settling down just a little from the lighter conversation.

Your breathy chuckle came through the phone. "I made you laugh. So...right now?" The tone of your voice was teasing, but you were also double checking that you could visit, or that if she had anything to do.

"Yes," she replied back, her eyes glimmering with happiness while the keys stared up at her. 'Really, she's just sitting at the piano writing lyrics. Nothing could come in the way of anything you were planning.' Thats what she wanted to say, but her brain was far too in the distance of a certain feeling, she wanted to close her piano from it seeming like it was judging her, even after all the songs she's written with it.

"Okay, okay. I'll be there in 20 minutes," you informed her right back. She heard the sound of a door closing with a gentle thud, guessing you were going out your bedroom. Or perhaps, you were already outside, having closed the front door, but she couldn't tell.

"Okay." She says under her breath, scared that maybe, if she spoke any louder, it would only prove everything in this moment was simply a dream, and she'd wake up. It's been two weeks. Two weeks too long without you, even if she had come around last time.

"See you, Tay," you said. She just barely catches it within all her thoughts, but she manages to get herself together and settle her hands on the keys, needing something to hold onto reality.

"See you," she whispered back. After a second or so, the end tone sounds out, making her reluctantly pull her phone away from her ear. Gosh, what had happened? Some circuit in her brain must have stopped working.

Taylor hides her face in her hands and scrunches up her nose, every part of her entire being wanting her to squeeze herself.

She shakes her hands and head, as if trying to jitter out the last of the feelings and resume her songwriting by settling her fingers on her piano once again.

The blonde took a breath in, trying to put together the feelings she had and putting them to use with the making of lyrics instead.

Once she gathered up the words and melodies in her head, she takes a deep breath in, and continued to play the notes from before.

"And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear." Her singing could capture your entire being in one go, that's how talented she truly is.

"Have I known you 20 seconds, or 20 years...?" Her voice was soft this time around. Much softer than a select few of her songs.

"Can I go, where you go?"

"Can we always...be this--...be this close?" Taylor stumbles a bit, her eyebrows furrowing but recovers, continuing the song.

"Forever, and ever, and ah...take me out, and take me...home." The words smoothly flowed with each other as her eyes flicker from key to key.

"You're my, my, my, my..." The notes build up to a stop, her hands going up, away from the keys.

"Lover." Her fingers landed gently once more, the melody continuing. She finishes it off with a satisfied smile, memories of you all over her mind, but also incredibly happy with the song.

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You wait at the front gates, having rung the doorbell over where it sat below the house number.

When Taylod peeks out the window and saw your face, her eyes brightened, and she smiled widely, clicking the button to open the remote gates for you.

The black metal entrance moves slowly, opening up for you, and once there was enough space, you start walking to her front door. Her garden was huge, but the only thing you could focus on was how much you've missed being with her.

Once the door opens, behind it reveals the blonde, in her hoodie. "Hi!!" She quickly walked forward, not hesitating to let go of the knob and wrap her arms around you.

You wanted to wave excitedly, but now you didn't even have a chance, so a chuckle escapes your breath, hugging her back tightly.

"Its been so loooonngg..." she murmured, swaying you both slightly in the hug, and her squeeze could possibly have made you lose your air.

"Tay, you're gonna squeeze me to death..." You try your best to speak, with the crushing feeling of her warm arms, but you don't even try to make a move to pull away with the comfiness.

She giggles cheekily, even just a little. "Sorry, I just haven't hugged you in so long." Eventually, she relents and gives you mercy from the squish attack, pulling back.

"Besides, it wouldn't be too bad would it? Going out in a hug?" she questions, turning around with one corner of her lip raised and a shrug going by.

"Tay!" you call her out, preferring to stay a little longer, although the thought lingered. A teddy bear hug? Who could decline something like that?

"But no...it wouldn't," you murmur softly, resisting a smile as you shook your head. You followed behind her as she entered her house once more.

You closed the door behind you, making sure to lock it for safety, even if she lives in a huge house. The space of the room was large; Taylor's kitchen being just a few steps forward, and to your right was the living room and her grand piano, possibly where she was merely minutes earlier.

Taylor reached up, opening her top kitchen cabinets, retrieving some snacks for the two of you to enjoy in your hangout time.

You 'ooh'd' when you saw some you liked, going closer to her. She instantly held it out to you, her lips raising as she already knew what you wanted before you even said it.

"You know too much. It's getting concerning," you muttered, but gratefully took the little tasty food anyway, stepping back.

She giggles, turning to you once she closed the cabinet. "Best friends since high school. Really, what were you thinking? Its only been a few weeks since we hung out."

You playfully rolled your eyes, leaning against the counter. "I know, I know..." you murmur, focusing down to the floor with a small smile.

You hadn't realized it— if you've been away from her for years even, you'd still remember all her favorite things or every single thing she loved. Maybe a fact she's said, or a quote she made up. It riddled your heart crazy.

Taylor was walking over to the living room, and you were taken out of your thoughts when she spoke again. "I was just playing the piano before, but, do you wanna, like..."

"Play some games?" she asks, pausing her steps to turn around and look at you again when she saw you weren't following.

Your face brightens, and you jumpstart your brain to walk forward. "Mm! Yes, Mario Kart. For sure." You nodded insistently, being back beside her.

Her face turns skeptical now, but it was due to your suggestion. "Really? You're sure? 'Cause I beat you like each rematch last time," she says, giving you a gentle push with her elbow to the side of your arm.

Your slow gaze to her was challenging, but also now holding doubt for yourself. "...Yes. It'll be fun!" you say. Any game sounded fun to you in fact, but that one always reminded you of every time she hung out with you after school or anytime.

"Okay...just don't get mad at me if you do lose," she says, walking to the coffee table to place down her desired snacks. You threw your hands up gently in response to her accusement.

"Oh, come on," you murmur, pouting, but she giggled quietly, then booped your nose as she passed by you. Meredith and Olivia was sitting on the couch, with Benjamin over in a pile of blankets.

Taylor got another snack from the kitchen too; some nachos to dip in with something. You raised your eyebrows, but smiled widely, reaching out instantly for it.

"Honestly, while I was gone, did you ever even think of me?" she questions softly, trying to make it seem like a small mindless question as she soon sat down at the couch.

"When I woke up in the morning," you said simply, a small chuckle escaping you. You basically repeated the words she had said from the call earlier. The melodic sound reaching her ears as if she wasn't the only other singer in the room.

"...Always. Every second," you added, although your volume was quieter, downplaying it, as if not wanting her to hear. You sat down beside her, having picked up one of the controllers to play.

She glances at you, but doesn't reply or say anything. You could have sworn you almost saw a light pink color that matched her hoodie, appearing on her cheeks.

You try to brush it off, thinking it was your imagination or the trick of the lighting. Taylor turned on the tv with a press of the remote, the screen switching from black to a screen startup of the console.

She opens up Mario Kart, and you saw all the colorful and classic characters. Leaning back, you got comfortable, feeling the familiarity of the old couch keeping your body safe.

You choose your characters and voted on the maps, although Taylor had lingered longer on the character category, stuck on the decision between Yoshi, or the Pink Gold Peach. In the end, she chose Cat Peach.

"Oh, fuck." She murmured, her eyes widening when she just barely steered clear of a banana left in the middle of the road.

You laughed when you threw a shell at her, which caused her kart to slow at the road and her character dazed. "You suck!" she complained, elbowing you in your arm. You winced, but only giggled further.

Next, it was your turn to gasp in the span of one minute. "A BLUE SHELL?!" Your character was dazed next, getting hit by it.

Your eyebrows furrowed in concentration, and you leaned forward, Taylor mirroring your action, as if you were both actually racing in real life. Anyone who played mario kart before, would know a blue shell is terrible when you're in first place doing well.

Your face was filled with horror when you saw everyone passing by you, and Taylor practically cackled in her laugh, winning first place.

"No fair!!!" you whined, giving her a push, and she fell back against the couch in the midst of her laughter.

"I won fair and square!!" she said, although the blue shell was unruly of her to give. If it was her, she probably would have complained just the same.

"Thats what you get for throwing me a shell!!" she said, nudging you back, and she saw your frown mixing in with a pout as you crossed your arms.

"Ugh..." you stared at the screen, the statistics showing up after the race, and the least was, you somehow got enough luck to come in fourth rather than last, as rare as that was.

She puts down her controller and places Benjamin in your lap, having snatched him without hesitation. She was trying to distract you instantly from the loss of the game discreetly, although it was obvious.

It had made you smile either way, while the small kitten was clueless and confused at the sudden change of location. Benjamin looked up at you curiously, his eyes searching.

You cooed down at the cute kitten, your hand going to scratch behind its ear, and Benji gave a small meow. The small paws could be felt against your sweatpants, and you couldn't resist reaching both hands to the cat.

"He thinks he's a lion sometimes." Taylor watched with a cheeky smile, sinking her teeth down into her lips, possibly trying to resist looking so gleeful, but the sight of you suddenly admiring Benjamin was adorable.

"Aw, he's purring..." you murmured, your lips turning down as you felt it, picking up the small animal that almost fit perfectly in your hands, and you brought him up to rest against the front of your shoulder.

"He looks so comfortable with you." Taylor comments gently, her hand reaching up to stroke the kitten's head with the back of her index finger.

You looked at her with raised eyebrows. "Careful. I'm gonna steal your cat," you said, almost holding Benjamin more defensively, and she laughs softly.

"No you're not!" she argues back, while Benji looked over to her. It was either the look of 'help me mom' or 'this is my new owner now.'

"Yep. I will."

end of chapter 2! <3

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[ozwriterchick]

Strangers on a plane..

Summary: You meet someone on a plane who helps you out - could there be something more?

Characters: James Bucky Barnes; OFC!Female Character, OFC!Little!Olivia

Word Count: approx. 1030

A/Note: Not Beta'd so any mistakes are my own.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Struggling through security you kept dropping this and that.  First it was the magazine you’d bought to read on the plane, then you almost dropped the coffee you’d bought.  Thankfully you hadn’t dropped the most precious thing you were carrying, your 3yo daughter, Olivia.

Heading on vacation as a single mother wasn’t always easy.  You were on your way home to Los Angeles to visit your mother and step-father who had, thankfully, purchased First class seats so you and Olivia would be more comfortable.  Your step-father was in Senior management with American Airlines so he was able to use his discount to assist with the seating.

Stopping quickly you place Olivia down and let her know that she’s going to have to walk from here because you can’t carry her and hold everything else.  Luckily from security it’s only a short walk to your gate and not long until boarding time, because Olivia gets quite bored, quite quickly.  Luckily your flight was a red-eye flight, so she is more likely to sleep – hopefully.

Arriving at your gate you sit her on one of the seats, dig her teddy and some snacks out of your bag and hand them to her, while you approach the staff at the check in desk.

“Hi” you begin.  “I’m flying with my daughter tonight, she’s 3, hopefully she’s going to sleep for most of the flight, and I know that first class usually board first, so I’m hoping you’ll be able to confirm that and assist me when it’s time to board, if that’s possible.”

“Of course, can I see your ticket and we can organise for you to board even before everyone else in First class.” The staff member offered.

“Thank you so much” you replied, showing her your ticket and Olivia’s.

“Ok Miss Yln, we will make a notation and give you a nod when it’s time for you to board” she smiled at you.

“Thank you, I really appreciate it.” With that, you went and sat back down next to Olivia, waiting on your boarding time.

Abot 20 min later the gate staff caught your eye and gave you a nod as time to board.  A few people had already started lining up, which always amazed you that they did this, when boarding hadn’t even been called yet, and they probably all weren’t first class passengers.

You stood up, gathered your stuff and grabbed Olivia’s hand to walk her on to the plane.  The gate staff handed you over to one of the flight attendants who asked if you needed a hand carrying anything, to which you nodded and handed her Olivia’s backpack to make it easier on you.

You placed the items you weren’t going to need in the overhead locker and the rest under the seat.  You sat Olivia on the seat next to yours so you could situate yourself.  You sat, buckled your seatbelt and as you were about to reach for Olivia to sit her on your knee a deep male voice interrupted your thoughts.

“Ummm, excuse me” the man said.  “I think someone is in my seat.”

You looked up into the brightest pair of blue eyes you’d ever seen.  You saw he was pointing at Olivia who was also looking up at him with awe.

“Oh I’m sorry sir, I was just sitting her there until I got settled.  Let me grab her.”

“Thanks.  My name is James by the way” he introduced himself.

“Oh, hi James, I’m Yn and this is Olivia”

“Well Hi Yn, and Hello Olivia, it’s a pleasure to meet you” at hearing her name, Olivia looked from you to him and pushed her face into your neck.

“Sorry, she’s not normally shy so I’m not sure what’s up with her.”

“That’s ok, it’s good to be aware of stranger danger, even at her age.”

You smiled at him and got settled for the flight.  Once in the air you put the tray table up and gave her a colouring book, pencils and some snacks.

You gave a sideway glance at your seatmate and noticed he was getting ready for some sleep.  You thought that sounded like a good idea so you scooched down a bit, lay Olivia on your chest and closed your eyes.

Stirring, you weren’t sure how much time had passed, but you felt like you’d had a decent sleep.  But something felt off, you couldn’t quite tell what it was.

You stretched out your body and that’s when you realised Olivia wasn’t on you.  You’re eyes shot open and you started to panic.  That is, until you went to get up and saw that she was laying on the chest of the blue-eyed, dark-haired stranger in the seat next to you.

You relaxed slightly, seeing she was deeply asleep and he looked like he was too.  Then you saw one of his eyes open and he gave you a side glance and said “Good morning” with a grin on his face.

“Hmm, morning” you replied.  “Let me take her, I’m so sorry about that.”

“No, she’s fine.  She’s asleep and I’d hate to wake her up until she has to.”

Turns out she’d woken up and started fussing and he noticed that you were asleep so he helped her out and she crawled onto his lap and got comfortable enough to fall asleep herself.

“Well, thank you for taking her” you said to him. “How can I repay you?”

“No need, I’m just glad you could get some rest.  I can sleep later.  Although, there is one thing you could maybe do for me?” he asked.

“Oh yeah,” you smiled at him. “And what would that be?”

“Go out with me, coffee, or a drink, or dinner, up to you.”

That was the last thing you’d expected when taking a plane across the country to visit your family but why fight it, you thought? “Ok, let’s swap numbers and organise something.”

You were both smiling excessively as you exited the plane, you now had someone else helping you with yours and Olivia’s things.  Who knew where this would go, but you were keen to find out.

[skz-streamer]

Lee Know As Reminders

Simptober Reminders M-list

Pairing: Lee Know (skz) x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff ;))))

Warnings: mentions of being locked out, idk?

Notes: I hope this ones okayyy :)))

-please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people

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"Remember to grab your keys before leaving"

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The day was in full swing, and you were preparing to head out the door for work. As you gathered your belongings and checked that you had everything you needed, your phone chimed with a message from Lee Know. His text read, "Remember to grab your keys before leaving."

You couldn't help but chuckle as you read the message. It was true; there had been one occasion when you had left your keys behind, and he hadn't let you forget it. Playfully, you texted him back, "Min, that was only one time 🙄."

His reply came swiftly, carrying a hint of amusement, "Yeah, and it was about to become 2 if I hadn't reminded you."

You couldn't help but smile at his response. Lee Know had a way of looking out for you, even in the smallest of ways. With a sense of gratitude and a light heart, you walked out the door, making sure to grab your keys before you left

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The sun had already dipped below the horizon, casting the boys' dorms in a shadowy twilight. You stood outside the door, fumbling with your keys in a futile attempt to open it. It had been a long day, and all you wanted was to get inside and relax. But your keys just weren't cooperating.

Frustrated, you took out your phone to check the time, hoping that maybe someone would be home to let you in. As you glanced at the screen, a text notification from Lee Know caught your attention. It read, "Remember to grab your keys before leaving." Your eyes widened in realization, and a sense of panic washed over you.

You had just seen his message, even though it was sent nearly 20 minutes ago. In your hurry to leave earlier, you had grabbed your phone but forgotten your keys. You couldn't help but cringe at the situation. To anyone passing by, it probably looked like you were trying to break into the dorms, especially since it was a secured area.

Desperate to get inside, you quickly texted Han, hoping he'd be able to open the door for you. However, he left you standing outside for what felt like an eternity, a good 5 minutes, before finally opening the door. You couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed as you entered the dorm, thanking him profusely.

After settling inside, you texted Lee Know, trying to make light of the situation. "Oh... too late, sorry 😅," you messaged him.

A minute passed before he replied, "Yeah, yeah, Han already told me 🙄."

You couldn't help but laugh at his response. With a grin, you made your way over to where he was, and as your eyes met, you both burst into laughter. "what did I give you the keys for" he said "im sorry!" you said back laughing

he walked up to you and hugged you, engulfing you in his warmth "Gosh I guess I'll just have to spam you next time" "I guess so" you said, grabbing his face to kiss him.

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Lee Know had given you a pair of keys to their dorm, where he and the rest of the boys lived. While you didn't use it often, it came in handy for times like this when you dropped off food or simply wanted to say hi. There had been one memorable mishap when you'd forgotten the key and mistakenly tried to unlock their dorm with the key to your own apartment. It had been a bit embarrassing to stand outside their door, fumbling with the wrong key, and eventually having to ask one of the boys to let you in.

But today, Lee Know had your back. As you were preparing to leave for their dorm, your phone buzzed with a message from him. It read, "Remember to grab your keys before leaving."

You couldn't help but chuckle at his thoughtfulness. He had a knack for remembering the little details that made your life easier. Quickly, you texted back, "Yeah, I grabbed it. Thanks, Min ❤️."

His reply came almost instantly, "Love you."

Your heart warmed at his words. You knew he cared about you deeply, but it was always nice to hear it. You texted back, "Love you too," and then added that you were on your way to their dorm.

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[mentally-unstable-hottie13]

⭐️Senior year sucks⭐️

Henry Bowers x FEM! Reader

Chapter 1 here

Chapter summery: you beat Henry’s ass then deal with some complicated issues when you are woken up late at night to someone in your yard.

Word count: 3,284

Estimated read time: 15 min.

A/N please refresh yourself on the story trigger list in chapter one before reading. Thank you.

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Chapter 5

I’ll fucking make you wish

“¡Ayee chiChita! Are you okay?(shorty)” he puts the food on the table and runs to kneel in front of you. “Who the fuck hit you?” You could see he was fuming. But you couldn’t speak. You hadn’t felt this helpless since you were back home with your parents. All possible words caught in your throat as you leaned forward into him and began to sob.

You sat there crying in his arms for god knows how long. Before you knew it you had cried yourself to sleep in his arms. He knew who gave you the black eye. He just didn’t want to do anything just yet. He picked you up and gently got the attention of killer who was whimpering in the back room. What the fuck happened here? He put you and killer in the truck

along with the food and locked up the store for the day. He drove you home and carried you up the stairs.

Checking his watch he saw that school wasn’t out for another 20 minutes. He left killer with you and walked off the property, back down the dirt road to the Bowers ranch. He saw that Butch’s cruiser wasn’t there but that little shitbrick Henry was. Henry was walking over to the farm with no one else in sight. Kevin hopped the gate and hauled ass to Henry before grabbing him by the shirt roughly and turning him around. Kevin could swear on his life that he saw fear in Henry’s eyes before Henry’s face flattened at seeing Kevin.

“What do you want?” Henry spit.

Kevin smacked Henry across the face. Hard. Before taking the front of Henry’s shirt and lifting him up.

“Listen here you little shit.” Kevin’s said calmly. “If you ever fucking come into my store and hit my sister again I’ll fucking kill you. I’ll beat you worse then you have ever experienced. I’ll make you fucking wish for your fathers hand. I will kill you and mount your head on a fucking stake. Do you understand me?”

Henry stays silent and nods. No doubt still feeling the sting of being hit. Kevin nods back and puts Henry down before walking back over to the fence and hopping it again. He takes a nice easy walk home. Like it never happened.

Meanwhile Henry was in his head. He doesn't know what it is about you he finds so interesting. What is it that pulls him in? You make him so indescribably angry by doing nothing. He was so fascinated by you but holy fuck did he want to punch you Everytime you spoke. No one he’d ever fucked with had hit him and then came back to see if he was ok. He needed to know more. He wanted to know about the kind tattooed girl. He was gonna know about you. Whether you liked it or not.

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You woke up the next morning confused. You face hurt and you felt dehydrated. Like a wave of realization, it all hit you. God, what an awful day. You turn to your alarm clock to find a little note written by kevin.

“Called you outta school today. Try to relax, here’s some cash, have a good day <3

You smiled at the handwriting of the note. It almost looks frantic. You decided to get dressed and go outside. If Henry was gonna ruin your life here why not explore a little before. Killer is laid peacefully asleep on your bed. Poor thing must have been so stressed yesterday.

You get up gently and go to the closet. You pick out a white summer dress and some fleece lined beige stockings. You pair that with a pink sweater cardigan. You slip into some sneakers and grab your messenger bag, phone, cash and keys, you sneak past killer to nlet him sleep and make your way out to the shed to retrieve your bike. Putting all of your belongings into the basket you lock up the property and head on your way. Your venture into town is long and peaceful. The wind smelled fresh. You never got air like this back home…

Home.

That wasn’t home. This is home.

You make your way into town and stop by a store. People gave you real funny looks about your eye. But you only ever greeted them with a smile. With some of the cash you had, you bought dog treats and 2 toys for killer. Along with ordering a custom tag for him. You drop the toys and treats In the basket and continue down your journey. You had just hit the red bridge. You don’t wanna go near the store today. You don’t know who's there and Kevin might be upset you came to work. Instead you rode down into the wooded area surrounding the red bridge. You found a small little water bank surrounded by smooth rocks and trees. You decided here would be a good place to relax. You parked yourself on the rocky area beside the crystal clear water. You put on some headphones and turned on music. You laid there in the shade for what could have been hours. You weren’t sure.

After a bit you heard some people. Sitting up and looking to the source of the sound. To your surprise, it was the losers. They notice you on the rocks and run over to you.

“Hey y’all!” You shout with a wave. “What’re y’all doin out? Isn’t school still in?” You question.

“It’s lunch and we wanted to hang out here since it isn’t too far from the school” Mike answers. You liked Mike he was smart. Kind. You liked all the losers. They treated you like a human.

“What happened to your eye?” Eddie asked skeptically.

“Had a run in with the corner of a shelf while I was working. My dog tripped me. No big deal.” You could tell that Billie, Beverly and Mike didn’t believe you, but everyone else took your lie, no problem.

“What is this place?” You finally ask.

“I-I-it’s the b-b-barrens. We hang out here somet-t-t-times.”

Interesting.

The group of you sit around for a minute and talk about life. It was peaceful. That was. Until you heard Henry and his goons, coming your way.

“Scatter!” Eddie whisper yells and all of you run in different directions. You run the same way as Beverly. She takes a hold of your hand as you both run through the woods in the direction of the school. As you and Beverly run Henry Bowers jumps out in front of you. You and Beverly jump from surprise and fear. You position her a little behind you and glower at Henry. He’s alone. You won’t let him hurt your friend.

“Nice shiner” he points to his own eye. “How’d you get it?” He mocks.

“None of your fucking BUISNESS” you grit your teeth on the last word. He knew how you got it. The fucker gave it to you. But on your life, no one else would know.

He stands and looks between you and Beverly for a Moment before running at you.

“BEVERLY RUN!” You yell and push her as you dodge Henry.

Beverly takes off in the direction of the road and you focus back on Henry, who’s staring at you like an animal. You both watch each other like the other one will kill you at any time. You weren’t gonna fucking sit and play obedient to this crazy fuck.

“You know,” Henry speaks. “That dirty old fucker came over yesterday. Yeah. He told me all about how he and you are-“ he reaches down and grabs his crotch through his pants. “Shaking the sheets. Every-“ a thrust of his hips. “Night.”

You laugh in his face. “Are you fuckin’ slow kid? Was it all those years of hick inbreeding or do you really just that stupid?” you laugh at him. You can tell you struck just the right nerve.

“FUCK YOU” he yells and lunges at you.

“¡CHINGA TU MADRE!” ( fuck your nother) you yell back at him as he knocks you over and pins you to the rocks. You knee him in the stomach hard enough to make him wheeze and flip over so you are on top of him. He loosens his hands from your pin and punches you in the sternum so you pick up a handful of dirt and toss it in his face, effectively blinding him. He headbuts you so hard you become momentarily dizzy. He flips you over again and takes you by your shoulders, pinning you to the rocks. He picks up the closest rock and positions his arm, ready to hit you. At this you kick him as hard as you can in the balls and once again flip on top of him. He’s so focused on the pain in his balls that you don’t even need to pin him as you punch him in the chest 5 or 6 times. Before you get off him you flip him over and shove his face into the water that, just a few moments ago, was so beautiful, clear, and still. You jump off him and get your things you dropped before running the same way Beverly did. You can hear him hacking and choking on the water as you run. You meet her at the bridge and all the others come running.

Ben tells you that his friends are still hot on their tail and you tell them to follow you. As fast as all of you could. You run to the center of town. They can fuck with you all they want. But they wouldn’t dare in broad daylight. Not with the cops patrolling the square like they were.

“Fuck” Eddie gasps. “What about our bikes?”

“Don’t worry, they were too worried about finding us to take our shit.” You try to calm him.

“What do we do?” Ben worries. “The school bell rings in 15 minutes, my mom will kill me if she gets a call saying I ditched 4th period.” He whines.

God you really don’t wanna do this. But they all look so worried and you don’t want them to get in trouble with their parents….fuck.

You pull out your phone and dial Kevin. He picks up on the first ring. “Wussup!” He yells goofily over the phone. “I was just about to call to-“ you cut him off.

“No time, Kevy, I need your help. My friends were having lunch while I was in town and they were attacked. We are at the town square. Please help us out.” You beg. The other side of the line goes quiet for a bit. Just as you were about to start begging you hear a shout from the other line.

“Everyone out, we are closed! Come back in 2 hours for a discount! Family emergency! I’ll be there in 3.” With that he hangs up. The members of the group stare at you before hugging you in thanks.

Just as he said he was there in 3 minutes with his truck. You all piled into the tailgate and Kenny rushed off to the school. Kenny may have broken some minor traffic laws but he got your friends there with 3 minutes to spare.

“Don’t y’all worry about the bikes. I’ll take care of it” you smiled again and waved to your friends as you got into the passenger side seat. You knew Kevin wanted to ask questions but he knew you wouldn’t give him the answers he wanted. You direct him back to the bridge and the pair of you hop out and scale down the steep hill of trees and leaves retrieving a bike each then going back down again 4 times until everyone’s bike is in the tailgate of the truck. That took like an hour. It was exhausting. Your white dress was covered in mud from the fight with Henry. What the fuck was that dudes problem? He’s gotta be majorly fucked in the head.

You and Kevin drove back to the school and put all the bikes except yours in the hidden bike rack. You texted Bev where they were with a photo and Kevin drove you home. He dropped you off and made you promise to keep killer by you for the rest of the day. You agreed. You went upstairs and stripped of all your nasty ass clothes before putting on a huge shirt and some shorts. You flopped down on the couch with some snacks and watched shitty cable for a few hours before you got a call from Beverly.

“Whassup?” you mumbled through a mouth full of chips.

“The boys wanted to say thanks for getting back the bikes. We all really appreciate it.”

“No problem. Did anything happen after you got back?”

“Not really? Henry and his goons didn’t come back to school for the day so we just assumed they ditched.” You could hear her shrug.

Interesting.

You could only imagine where they had gone. Nir that it was any of your business.

“I didn’t have time to check. Is everyone ok?” You ask.

“For the most part. We think they followed us from the school when lunch got out. Eddie had a panic attack because he wasn’t allowed to wash the mud off himself. Stanley and Ben have been jumpy all day, and Mike has a fractured wrist from Vic grabbing him.”

“Vic?”

“The skinny blonde one. The fat one who always wears a hat is Belch, and the tall one with long hair was Patrick.”

“Oh. Who the fuck names their kid Belch?” You say, thinking out loud.

Beverly giggles. “His real name is Reginald but everyone calls him belch because he… well, belches” she laughs.

You give a nose laugh and thank her for letting you know everyone was okay. The 2 of you hung up, and within minutes of the call ending Kevin came in with a little bag from the pharmacy. Tossing the bag to you he wanders over to his room and flops on the bed. You walk to the doorway and look at him.

“Ya want any food?” You gingerly ask.

“No thanks I just need to fuckin sleep.” He mumbles.

“Roger. Love you man, sleep tight” you holler behind you as you shut the door to his room. You walk upstairs with killer and empty the pharmacy bag onto the bed. Oh hell yeah. He got you a new tube of Arnica bruise cream because yours was half out, as well as some Bactine, cotton pads and bandages. Everything you needed to clean yourself up. You take the Arnica and rub it onto your black eye and the bruises on your arms and sternum. Then you spray the little cuts you have with bactine, then let them dry out. The cuts were so small you didn’t really need bandages. You lift the back of your giant shirt up to your shoulders to see if you had any bruises back there.

You didn’t.

Looking at your back in the mirror, you looked at your scars. Every scar your parents could inflict on you never faded. You run your finger across a particularly long scar and cringe. It was fully healed and didn’t hurt. But Every Time you touch it you remember how bad it did hurt.

You pull your shirt back down and get into bed. As you settle in you look at the clock. 8:00pm. The perfect time. To get the rest you needed to go back tomorrow. You snuggle up to killer and let yourself be gently lulled to slumber.

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You are woken up by the sound of killer growling at something making noise outside. You groan and look to the clock.

10:49 pm.

Not too late but sure as fuck not when you wanted to wake up. You get out of bed and put on your fluffy robe to go out to the balcony and check out the noise. You tell killer to calm down, and as usual he does but he continues to stare outside. You shut the balcony door behind you and just try to listen. In the distance you hear someone, a man, screaming his head off, he’s yellin and someone.

“Some crazy ole man is drunk and wakin up my dog for nothin.” You mumble to no one.

As you turn to head back inside you see something from the corner of your eye run across part of the property yard and into the farm shed.

Well shit. You slip on your shoes and ready yourself with a bat and a flashlight. You tell killer to stay and then you sneak out the front door. What the fuck were you doing? This is fucking scary! Anything could be in that shed and you’re fuckin “checkin it out”? This is how every hot white girl dies in the movies.

You try to calm your thoughts as you sprint to the shed.

Holy fuck it’s freezing out here. You sneak up to the shed and hide your flashlight against the skin of your tummy while you mentally countdown to opening the door. Bat in hand you count.

1

2

3

Boom! You swing the door open and point the light and bar at the inside of the shed. But no animal comes running out.

In the corner you see a boy. A boy in a familiar red sleeveless tee you saw earlier today.

“Holy shit. Henry?” He looks up at you with anger.

“Get the fuck away from me you fucking freak!” He screams at you.

You drop the bat and rush to his side with the flash light. “Are you okay?” You begin to scan him. His elbow goes into the side of your face as you try to look at him. The force of it sends you back. Hitting your back and head on the wall.

“Ah fuck.” You spit blood onto the floor of the shed before getting closer to him once more. As you approach him again he begins trying to hit you with both arms. His arms are flailing and hitting you so hard it’s difficult to think. Eventually you are able to get his arms and look at him,

“Fuck! Henry! Stop it!” You yell at him. “Let me make sure you’re okay. Then you can beat my ass all you want” you say in an unamused and seriously annoyed tone.

He calms down a little. You pick up the light he knocked out of your hands and you shine it on him. His face is bleeding and he has some serious bruises on his upper arms. A cut goes from his exposed shoulder into the back of his top. He has a small circular burn on the side of his neck almost covered by his hair. He’s shaking. You can’t tell if that’s because he’s cold or whoever just beat the tar outta him. You take off your fluffy robe and put it around his shoulders. His eyes move from the ground to you. He looks fucking pissed. Not that you care. He can be mad at you when you are done cleaning him up.

You stand up and reach out a hand for him.

“Yeah” he scoffs “like I’m fucking going with you.” He looks at the ground.

You huff. “It’s either you come with me to get cleaned up or I call the cops”

His head shoots to your directionz his eyes wide with fear. He quickly stands up and looks to the door as a sign he’s choosing to go with you. You wouldn’t have actually called the cops. You don’t really like cops. You just needed him up. You gently take his hand and lead him to the house. He doesn't exactly seem to enjoy your hand on his wrist given his frigid state. But he lets you drag him anyway.

Chapter 6 here

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Hello Baby Can You Come Over

This is another Harry Lewis one, I think I wrote this after Ring RIng.

It uses the same name for the original character (Aurora) but I think I wrote her to be more of a person rather than the empty husk of the last one (this is moreso due to not having spent enough time developing the story) shes an overworked software engineer. The story was meant to unravel with her slowly learning to let loose, relax and be herself again. I don’t think I had romance at the front of this story when I thought of it, it was more so Aurora developing into herself and finding Harry on the way, if that makes sense?

Original female character x Harry Lewis

Tired bleary eyes behind silver framed rims stared back at her from the mirror. Aurora had just gotten out of the shower, the steam from the hot water fogging up the glass as she stepped out onto the cold tile floor. She quickly got dressed in her favorite tan joggers and a well-worn white crop top, pulling on a brown massive zip-up hoodie that was a size too big and hung in a way that made her look like a child in her father’s clothes. She brushed her fingers through her hair, taming the wild locks into submission with a clip, then slipping on a pair of bright red headphones to hold down any baby hairs that may have escaped, and slipped on her white trainers.

Making her way out of her room, she caught her eye on the full body mirror by door. Aurora barely recognized the reflection staring back at her - she looked like she hadn't slept in days and her clothes were frayed and worn, a far cry from the put-together woman she used to be. The comments her family, friends and co-workers made about her appearance didn’t really sink in until now.

Shaking her head, Aurora grabbed her keys and headed out into the bustling streets of London. She lived in a small, shared apartment on the outskirts of Central London, close enough to the action to be convenient but far enough away to avoid the crowds. As she walked, Aurora thought about her current predicament. She rarely went out anymore, spending most of her time holed up in her flat, working from home and saving her money. The days all blended together, forming a tangled ball of yarn that she couldn't seem to unravel. But today was different - Aurora had recently finished a big project so she took the rest of Friday off from work and she was determined to enjoy it.

Before she left the flat, she turned off her work laptop with the intention of heading out for some unhealthy food. Aurora was thankful that the company she was working for allowed you take off sometime during a workday if you’ve been working a lot. Who knew being one of the three senior developers in a small company would mean that you would have no more free time?

Aurora checked her phone for texts from her friends and started to reply to them methodically. Most were generic ‘How are you’ or ‘How's work going’ texts that she answered quickly. Looking up from her phone to the McDonald's she sighed displeased. There was a long queue leading out to the street. She joined behind a family of four and continued to text her friends. A new notification popped up at the top of her screen, it was a message from her friend Kon:

Are you free now? And will be free for the next three hours or so?

Aurora looked at it, then to the line in front of her that hadn’t moved in the last five minutes and replied:

Yes

Y?

What up?

We are one woman down, can you come down to film?

I’m waiting in line 4 maccies

I will buy you food

I’m not wearing seeing people clothes, I’m in joggers n oversized hoodie

The lads won’t care, some will find it hot I bet you

What lads r u on abt?

My bosses

U want me to be in the same video as ur bosses? U know how sus tht sounds man?

Not everyone is as dirty minded as you Rory

Aurora stared at the screen, then looked up again to the line. A soft ping from her phone made her look at Kon’s message again:

If you get here in the next 20 min, I will buy you sushi

I’ll get all your favourites plus throw in mochi

Aight. Bet. Whats ya addy

Aurora left the queue to flag down a taxi, getting another soft ping. It was the address. She climbed into the back of the taxi and showed him the address, “Can you get me here in under twenty minutes?” Aurora asked the driver.

She nodded, “I can get you there in half the time, honey.” Aurora let out a small yes, sat back and put on the belt. The two ladies talked on the way there, Aurora managed to learn that her driver was named Becca, forty-years old. She had four other siblings, and her eldest brother owned a bakery and café a few blocks from her house and told Aurora to go if she was interested.

Becca pulled up to a two-story bricked building with lots of cars parked outside. Aurora texted Kon she was outside and took out her wallet, “How much?”

“It’ll be fifteen pounds, love.” Aurora took out a twenty and handed it to Becca and started to get out the taxi. “Wait for your change, honey, I owe you five.”

Aurora paused, half her foot out the car and replied “Becca, you got me here in seven minutes. That five is a thank you for letting me get something from my friend. Please, keep it.” Becca smiled and said thank you. Aurora left the car, closed the door, waved once and the walked to what she thought to be the entrance.

She was proven right when the door opened and Kon stepped through, waving at her. “Hey, thanks for coming in such short notice. Really quickly too. And don’t worry, I ordered the sushi already. Figured you’d be hungry. When did you last eat?” they hugged and stepped into the warm studio. Aurora looked around the room seeing lots of women sitting on the sofa, a tall bar, four barstools, a coffee bar and what she thinks are employees like Kon doing their jobs.

“Does coffee two hours ago count?”

“No. Of course not, Rory.”

“Then lunch yesterday.” Kon sighed and dragged us to the coffee station.

“Fuck sake Rory.” He reaches under the coffee station, rummages through something, pulls it out and hands it to Rory. Aurora looked at it, it was a protein bar, she opened it. He then took out the pot with the brewed coffee and placed it inside one of the mugs, handing it to her when he finished, “Is it your job again?” Aurora nodded, stuffing half the bar into her mouth and biting it. She finished chewing, swallowed and drank a gulp of the lukewarm coffee.

“Yea, I’ve been working a lot of overtime the past week. I’ve finally programmed it to be put into production and sent off to the testers. Because I’ve done so much overtime, I can basically take half days for the next two weeks, and they can’t complain about it.”

“You really need to find a new job, Rory. That or stay in this job, but stop letting them push you around so much.” Kon looked like he was going to start ranting, so Aurora interrupted him.

“I know, I know. Trust me, I’ve started looking. I’ve even been to some interviews already. I’ll quit when I definitely get a job that I like.” he looked ready to ask more, but she barrelled on, “Now, tell me what I signed myself up for.”

Kon nodded and led her to the bar, and they pulled out the stools and sat, “So basically it's tinder in real life for a YouTube video.” Aurora choked on the rest of the protein bar, she coughed, took the coffee and drank it, washing down the bar.

“Kon, you gotta tell me these things before, man. I look horrible.”

He rolled his eyes, “Shut up you look fine. Anyways, you need to walk up to those stairs, go stand by the feet, face the camera introduce yourself and where you’re from, and then decide yes or no on the guys depending on what they say to you. At the end of it, you need to tell them why you said no. You’d be the last one up there, so I’m sure you can listen in if it will make you feel less nervous.”

Aurora nodded. “Cool, can I give a reply to what they tell me? Make a little conversation and the like, or just send them off?”

"You can do whatever you want, Rory. Just keep in mind, some of these lads have a girlfriend." he said. Aurora looked at him puzzled, "The fuck they doin this for then?"

Kon shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. "Content. The fans demand it. Or for the craic, as you say. Take your pick." His phone chimed, and he glanced down at it before looking back up at Aurora. "Sushi's here, I'll grab it, and then we can chat a bit more before I have to head back upstairs. I stepped out to get you, and I can't go back in until the girl up there is finished." Aurora watched as Kon walked out the door to retrieve the sushi. Her mind was filled with doubts about the upcoming shoot. She had always been there for Kon, mostly providing online support because of her busy schedule, and creating websites for him when he asked. She was scared, if she was being honest. Aurora knew that if she wasn't so tired and hungry, she would be quaking in her boots and sprinting out the door. But in her current state, she felt untouchable. Maybe she should have more coffee to wake up a bit more. She didn't want to say something on camera that would make her look foolish. The sound of a paper bag being placed on the table brought her attention back to Kon. "Are you alright there? You seemed deep in thought," Kon asked, concern etched on his face.

She thanked him for the food, pulling it out and laying it in front of them, took one of the chopsticks and passed the other one to him. She waited for him to take it before replying, “I’ll be honest with you Kon, I have slept a total of six hours since Monday.” she looked at him, and she wondered what he saw, if the exhaustion she felt reflected on her face.

“You already know what I will say.” Aurora did, she’s lost count of the amount of times they have had this conversation. Sometimes she thinks that is the reason they don’t meet up in person any more, they would end in uncomfortable silence. She missed their childhood, it seemed easier then. “So I will keep this short, please go home after this Aurora.” He used her full name, he was being serious, “Don’t do anything. Not even housework, just sleep.” Aurora nodded, feeling chided.

“Hand on heart Kon,” she placed her hand on her heart, “I will do just that.” They ate in silence for a beat before she spoke up quietly “Thanks Kon, I mean it honestly. We should catch up soon. Properly this time. How’s tomorrow evening sound?”

Kon hummed and held up a finger, chewing and swallowing the bite of nigiri he was eating, then answering, “I said I would be drinking with the lads and their missus, but I can ask if you can tag along.”

Aurora shook her head “Are you mad? I can’t come uninvited.” Kon rolled his eyes and replied “Don’t be dramatic Rory, I just invited you.” she sputtered trying to come up with a reply when a girl walked down the stairs, Kon stood up, took one more nigiri and said “Alright, see you up there. You got it, Rory.” With one last pat on her shoulder, he walked off and up the stairs. Aurora stared at the stairs where he disappeared, mouth gaped, she had more questions. Closing her mouth, she faces the platter again, unlocks her phone and start up some music again. Hard bass start up, enough to distract her from where she is but still be able to hear if someone called her up.

Swiping on her phone, Aurora continued to eat the sushi while trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of being stared at. The next hour or so passed like that, she heard the team beckon the girls upstairs. As more names are called she felt more relaxed, she finished the meal a while ago and cleaned up after herself. Placing all the rubbish in the bag it came in and threw it in a bin provided, she even ate one of the matcha mochi Kon surprisingly bought her. She decided to keep the other in her hoodie pocket to give to Kon after the shoot. It was tradition to split dessert with who ever bought it. Aurora stared blankly at her phone not really paying attention to it, she was more hyper aware of the staircase and the women that were there but have long gone, having left the building after their shot.

“Oi Rory, get up here.” Kon’s voice came from the stairs. Snapping to attention, she took a deep breath, and walked to the stairs. On the way there, she slipped her phone into her pocket, turned down her music and tucked her headphones around her neck, making sure to pull out any hair that was trapped under it. It felt like she blinked, and she was almost on the top of the stairs, she could just about see the mark she was meant to stand on, several people and lots of equipment. “Hello.” she said.

“That’s your Rory?” She tried not to focus on the lads lining up where she would stand along. She especially didn’t want to think of the hush that followed, then murmuring that she couldn’t understand fully due to the blood pumping around her ears.

Aurora fiddled with the rings on her hands as she walked up to the spot on the floor, spotting Kon by one of the cameras adjacent to her. He waved, pointing to the camera closest to him, and mouthed ‘This one’ to her. Aurora let out a small relieved smile, took a calming breath, hoped that her voice didn’t betray how nervous she really felt.

“Hi everyone,” she waved “I’m Aurora, but you can call me Rory, twenty-three, and I live in London.” she then faced the—she counted quickly in her head, ten lads in front of her. “Evening lads, how’s everyone today?”

Someone towards the back piped up, she didn’t really see who it was that said “Fantastic. Thank you for asking, starting to get really hungry though, not gonna lie. Only one other person asked you know. Bit rude.” the man was ignored by the surrounding lads.

Aurora, still fiddling with the rings on her hands smiled at the guy in front of her, he was taller than her, dark skinned, notably wore a white hoodie, and a black bandana. She waited for him to say a pickup line like Kon said but when he opened his mouth and said “I’m KSI.” with his arms spread wide, she was confused. She heard the lads and especially Kon laugh up-roaringly.

“Um,” Aurora pushed up her glasses, “sorry, I thought I was supposed to hear a pickup line.” the man in-front of her stared open-mouthed. A short man pushed his head to the side to peak at her and said “Wait do you not know who he is?” she shook her head and replied “Not a clue, sorry.”

KSI turned to Kon and yelled, “What the fuck man? What did you tell her?” a ginger man with glasses pipped up and said, “Fuck all, apparently.” then he let out a loud infectious laughter that soon everyone was laughing along. Aurora couldn’t help but join in, she had no clue what exactly they found funny, but she was sleep-deprived enough to not care.

“Alright, sorry. Let’s try that again. I’m JJ, twenty seven years old and do you like sleep?” he asked.

“Yes, I do.”

“What a coincidence, I do too.” a wide smirk stretched across his face “We should sleep together.”

Aurora hummed “Lovely line, but no.” she swiped, pointing to the big white glowing sign that said no.

“What why not?” He sounded angry but didn’t look it, walking slowly to the no. “You said you like sleep.”

“I love sleep, I really do. But does it look like I’ve had much of it recently?” She took one hand pointed and pointed to her face, more specifically under her eyes, “I’ve had a total six glorious hours of sleep since Monday.”

He whipped back around shocked, “Damn bitch, get some sleep.”

Aurora can’t imagine how deranged she looks when the noise that came out of her mouth plus the “I’m trying.” she focused on the next man in line, he was shorter than JJ and gave off a boyish smile “Hi I’m Vik, twenty five and, uh I wrote a poem for you. Would you like to hear it?” she nodded. “Roses are red, violets are blue. I’ve got a knife, get in the back of the van.” She laughed, the type you would let out when you are too shocked to do anything else. Looking around the room, she saw that many others were also reacting with shocked laughter. It was clear that the joke had caught everyone by surprise, and they were all struggling to process what they had just heard. An unknown man voiced out “What the fuck Vik?” from the line.

“Uh,” Aurora started, hand raising like she was asking a teacher in school a question, “is there an answer where I won’t get stabbed or trafficked?” the group erupted into fits of giggles and guffaws. Some people doubled over, clutching their sides as they laughed uncontrollably. “I’ll just walk to no for you.” Vik walked over to the no side as he talked.

Aurora looked at the next man in line, the notable thing about him was he was tall and had a beard. “Hi I’m Josh, and I’m twenty eight.” she waved at him “Do you like sharks because I've got a megla-dong.” Booing started up from the surrounding lads, JJ from the side started yelling about not being original. And the ginger man she heard yell at Kon earlier started to yell “Come up with your own fucking joke Zerka.”

She waited for them to calm down before asking him “Do you want to go again or?” she dragged out the ‘r’ and she shook his head and walked to no. “Wow cool.” Another tall boy walked up to her, this time the notable thing about him was his lanky figure and a black bomber jacket.

“I’m Simon, I’m twenty eight and I gotta say the only thing I hate about Spotify is not adding you in this week's hottest single.” Aurora gasped, hand clutched over her heart “Gah that was so cute.” she swiped yes “Go, go, go!” Simon walked off, first to the yes side, a smug smile was sent over to the three over at no.

I focused once again on the guy in front of me, this time the most notable thing of the guy was his durag and a kind smile “Hi I’m Chunks, twenty four and I have to say, if I had a flower for every time I think of you, I could walk in my garden forever.” a gooey smile broke through Aurora’s face “Awww, thank you Chunks.” she pointed to the yes side, and they all celebrated “That’s all of them!” Chunks yelled, while doing a little dance to the yes, “You lot need to get on my level.” Simon was waiting with his hand out, ready for a high five, Chunks raised his hands, and they met in the middle with a loud slap.

“I’m Tobi, I’m twenty seven and I just have one question,” she motioned for him to go on, “apple or orange juice?” The lads started going on again about re-using the same line “Listen lads I’m starving, sorry if I can’t think of original material.”

“Apple.” Aurora answered and asked him “Why?” he didn’t say anything, he just gave her a happy nod and walked to the yes side. She watched perplexed but let him be.

“You just gonna let him go?” it was the ginger man’s turn now, and he didn’t look too happy with her decision of letting him go, she shrugged and said “He took charge and made his own choice. I respect that.” he smirked and started to walk to yes “No,” He stopped, “Tobi at least introduced himself and gave something. You need to try too.”

He rolled his eyes, walked back and said “Names Ethan, I’m twenty five and I’m feeling a little peckish, you got any almonds?” Aurora shook her head, “No? Well how about a date?” Aurora gasped again, “Damn that was one smooth line you know. Yes.” He jogged to the other two and gave them both high-fives. He then faced the people on the no side and threw up, what Aurora assumed to be gang signs and gloated being on the yes.

A really tall man walked up next and said “Hi I’m Harry Pinero, HP, I’m twenty nine.” He pulls his left arm to his chest and pushed back his sleeve, “My watch tells me things about other people and it says you’re not wearing any panties.” he tapped his wrist, notably having no watch, making Aurora laugh “Sorry to say Harry, but it’s wrong I am.” he nodded slowly “Hm, must be fast.” he then pretended to adjust his watch. He then looked up slowly and raised a brow. A slow smile spread on Aurora’s face and she let out a laugh, “Yes, the non existent prop is hilarious.” He laughed, thanked her and walked smugly to the other lads.

Aurora watched amused, only two people were left now, a short man and a blonde man. “Hi I’m Filly, twenty five and I just have to say, eres tan hermosa que me dejas sin palabras.” The lads around him complained about the Spanish, but Aurora replied “Me halagas, gracias, era lindo pero aburrido. ¿Pero qué habrías hecho si no supiera español?” He gasped, a delighted smile stretched across his face “Sí, puedo hablar y entenderlo.”

“¿Cuánto tiempo? ¿Cómo lo aprendiste?”

“Un año, lo aprendí porque estaba aburrido.”

“Pensé que eras español, ya sabes. ¿De dónde eres?”

“No lo soy, soy mixto, filipino y desconocido.”

“Y no creas que pasé por alto esa parte de que fuera aburrido. Me gustaría ver que lo hagas mejor.”

Aurora smirked, mind running trying to think of something good, “Está bien, esperaba escuchar algo así.” She then looked him in the eyes then said “Si fuéramos marcas, yo sería Nike y tú serías McDonald's, porque yo lo haría y tú lo adorarías.“

She could tell he shocked Filly with her pick-up line, his mouth was gape, and he stared at her in surprise. After a beat of silence, he let out a burst of surprised laughter. "I can't believe you just said that." he said, trying to catch his breath after laughing so hard.

“We’re gonna need a translation, lad.” The man behind Filly said, “Don’t worry to the viewers at home though because there will be subtitles.”

“I gave her a cheesy line, she said what I would have done if she didn’t know Spanish, then she said she could do better and said one of the most outrageous shit. I didn’t expect it out of her. I don’t know why Kon wanted us to be nice when she can say shit like that.”

“What did she say?” Ethan asked. Filly turned to me, looked me up and down and gave me a judgemental look that’s obviously fake then said “Go on, say that filthy thing.” Aurora shrugged and said “Ok, I told him if we were brands I'd be Nike, you'd be McDonald's cuz I'd be doing it, and you'd be loving it.”

Laugher rang through the studio, though the man behind Filly spoke up “Ah that’s not too bad.” Aurora nodded, snapped and pointed at him “YES! He’s correct, I could have gone the second route, which was to say are you treasure? Cuz I'd love to hunt you down and share you between my men.” The laughter stopped. There was a shocked silence in the studio. The sound of someone’s breathy laughter echoed through the empty room, breaking the silence. It was like a domino effect, everyone was laughing along as well. Despite the initial shock, the laughter continued to build as they all tried to make sense of the situation. It was a mix of amusement and disbelief, and it felt like the room was buzzing with excitement. As the laughter subsided, she couldn't help but shake her head in amazement. It was unexpected, she didn’t think they would find her joke that funny. 

“Oh, before I forget, it's a yes for you. Gracias por hablar conmigo.” Filly celebrated while walking off to the yes. Something along the lines of finally getting on yes while JJ is on the no.

The blonde man behind Filly stepped up. He looked nervous, “Hi, I’m Harry. I’m twenty seven,” he paused, Aurora could see the internal struggle reflecting on his face. Harry fidgeted with his hands and shifted his weight from one foot to the other, clearly nervous about telling the pick-up line. When he finally spoke, “Are you a bowl of milk? Cuz I'd like to put you on the floor and lap that shit up.” He kept going, his eyes locked on Aurora's as he delivered the line.

Aurora's eyes widened in shock. For a moment, she couldn't believe what she had heard. But then, to her surprise, she found herself laughing. "I can't believe you just said that," she said, still giggling, "but it was actually good." she pointed to the yes, he stared at her in shock. The other people in the studio started to laugh from the sheer surprise that Aurora hadn't been offended by it.

“No to Vik because I am scared to be trafficked,” said man nodded and said, “Fair enough.” Aurora continued, “Josh is a no because he apparently re-used a pick-up line and willingly walked to no. And no to JJ because you rubbed in what I couldn’t have.”

“That’s fair yea.” JJ nodded and the surrounding two agreed.

Aurora zoned out for a bit, standing there as the lads celebrated the end of the video. She started to focus again when she saw Kon walk towards her “Hey, thanks again for this.” she waved one hand to say it's not a bother, and with the other she reached into her pocket and pulled out the mochi, “Don’t worry, it was fun. Got to leave the flat and free food. Here’s your half, by the way.” and placed it into his hand.

“So what will you be up to after this? Can I tempt you with more food?” She shook her head and took out her phone and started to book an Uber to take her back to her flat “Thanks for the offer Kon, but I’m heading back to the flat and just crashing. I’m beat.” he nodded and shrugged, “That’s fair, see you tomorrow then.” Aurora looked at her phone, the Uber won’t get there for another ten minutes, “Is there anything I can do to help before I go? I don’t mind giving a hand.” she offered.

Kon shook his head and waved her off. "No, no, that's okay. We've got it covered. You just go home and get some rest. You need it," he said, grinning. Aurora nodded and rolled her eyes at his jab, she couldn’t help but smile softly, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over her. "Okay, thanks, Kon. I'll see you soon," she said, before turning to walk down the stairs to wait for her Uber.

But before she could take another step, her friend Kon stopped her. "Where are you going?" he asked, sounding confused. Aurora turned to face him, feeling confused at his confusion. "I'm going to wait for my Uber outside. It's on its way, and I don't want to miss it," she replied, her tone as confused as she felt.

Kon's eyes narrowed and he raised a very judgemental brow. "You're going to wait outside? In this cold? Are you mad?" he asked, his voice filled with disbelief. Aurora blinked at him "I'm not crazy, Kon. I don’t want to be in anyone’s way and miss my ride." she said as if it was obvious.

Kon shook his head. "You're being stupid, Aurora. You’re not in anyone’s way. Plus, you're going to freeze out there. Come on, wait downstairs where it's warm," he said, taking her arm and steering her towards the stairs. Aurora followed him without complaint as they walked down the stairs. As she settled onto the couch in the lobby while watching him walk back up to the chaotic top floor, she couldn't help but feel happy with her choice of friend. “Text me when you get back to the flat right.”

“Will do boss.” She called up the stairs. Sitting on the couch made Aurora aware of how exhausted she felt. Her mind felt like a deep fog settled and she was pretty sure she hadn’t blinked until her phone vibrated signalling her Uber has arrived. She walked out of the studio and settled into the backseat of the car, feeling grateful to finally be on her way to the flat.

As the Uber made its way through the city, Aurora found herself drifting in and out of consciousness. She was so tired that she could barely keep her eyes open. She tried to focus on the passing buildings and street signs, but it was all a blur. She felt like she blinked and suddenly the car was pulling up outside her flat.

Aurora thanked the driver and stumbled out of the car to make her way inside her flat. She fumbled with her keys, trying to unlock the door. Finally, she managed to get it open and walked inside. She took off her shoes, slipped her feet into a pair of slippers, and made sure the front door was locked and bolted before walking to her bedroom. She collapsed onto her bed, barely managing to text her friend to let her know she was home before falling into a deep sleep.

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Translation (as provided by Google Translate)

You are so beautiful that you leave me speechless. → Eres tan hermosa que me dejas sin palabras. 

That was cute, bit boring but cute. But what happened if I didn't know Spanish? → Eso era lindo, un poco aburrido pero lindo. Pero ¿qué pasaría si no supiera español?

You can speak Spanish? → ¿Puedes hablar Espahish?

Yes, I can speak and understand it. → Sí, puedo hablar y entenderlo.

How long? How did you learn? → ¿Cuánto tiempo? ¿Cómo lo aprendiste?

A year, picked it up because I was bored. → Un año, lo aprendí porque estaba aburrido.

I thought you were Spanish you know. Where are you from? → Pensé que eras español, ya sabes. ¿De dónde eres?

I'm not I'm mixed, Filipina and unkown. → No lo soy, soy mixto, filipino y desconocido.

And don't think I missed that part about it being boring. I'd like to see you do better. → Y no creas que pasé por alto esa parte de que fuera aburrido. Me gustaría ver que lo hagas mejor.

Alright, I was expecting to hear something like this. → Está bien, esperaba escuchar algo así.

If we were brands I'd be Nike, you'd be McDonald's cuz I'd be doing it and you'd be loving it → Si fuéramos marcas, yo sería Nike y tú serías McDonald's, porque yo lo haría y tú lo adorarías

I didn't know how to progress from this. I had originally written something that followed Aurora meeting the full gang in a restaurant the day after, but I have no idea what to do after it, and I just stopped.

[backroomsbaddie555]

i thought i’d start doing little like journal entries that are really intricate and detailed and oversharey because i like the idea of knowing intricately about someone’s day despite not knowing them personally. anyway here goes

Wednesday in April

my day started off like many others do, with my alarm jolting me out of my sleep (very rudely might i add) and scaring me so much i simply cannot get back to sleep even if i wanted to and could. But this only counts if the alarm is set for anytime after 6am because i will not wake up at such times unless i am excited for something in the day ahead. if there is any other day a 6am alarm rings when there isn’t a need for it it’s usually to let me know that i a) have one more hour left to sleep or b) i forgot to turn it off. anyways, i took a moment this morning after scrolling on here to check how my body was feeling and my legs felt rough as balls so this then kickstarted the 10 minute back and forth i have in my mind about wether i should actually do today or not, but the sun was shining and i needed to write so i got out of bed anyway in hopes of being so busy i didnt have a minute to think or feel. i showered and picked out a cute outfit and made my way down to starbies to try and work on my essay in there but as i walked i peered into the window to see if my ex situationship’s best friend was working and he was. devastation. i felt awkward so i shuffled over quite sheepishly to the store across the road praying he hadn’t seen me too. I pretended to look for things for about 5 minutes and then shook my head like they didn’t have whatever i wanted and then left and made a beeline for the bus stop. i noticed an old bag who seemed very snotty and judgmental eyeing people up and down as i waited for the bus to arrive and i thought hmmm wonder why she’s so fucking bitter, but it was probably just the fact she was still alive. honestly living to very old age would piss me off too. then i got to my uni and i was the only person there, and i really only go to socialise seeing as i normally get more work done if i stay home. i was there now though so there i sat. every word felt like lifting a very large rock, honestly writing today felt a little like pulling teeth out without anaesthetic. just as i was wondering how i was going to kill this time i was offered to do a simulation experiment that was 45 mins long so obviously i did it… im pretty indifferent about it because if im honest there’s nothing impressive about my uni whatsoever so i expected a sub par experience. I did attempt to write more but it just got harder so i walked to the store across from my uni and browsed for lunch, i left with a salad as per usual. then i stood waiting for the bus home in the sun watching the cars go by and the wind flow through my hair as i listened to american teenager on repeat. i got home around 2pm ish. i ate my lunch and began watching a true crime doc but started to feel incredibly tired so i found a sunny spot on my bedroom floor and i slept in it for around 20 mins. i woke up feeling even more tired and scornful so i told myself i would do nothing but sleep and watch documentaries on my laptop in bed for the rest of the day and just as i had showered and changed my sister said she wanted me to come over. she’s been ill lately so i thought i’ll go over seeing as she’s a ten minute walk away. i go over and we talk about our lives and show each other clothes and giggle at the tv and order food until it started getting dark and i decided to walk back before it became pitch black because i had spooked myself by watching that true crime documentary earlier. i told myself when i got home i would do more work but ive not done any at all. in truth i got home, scrolled and scrolled and took some laundry off of the drying rack, filled my knock off stanley and took my tired ass to bed. currently i am contemplating taking a full rest day alone just for me tomorrow but also wondering wether my mental health would spiral if i were to do that. i’m not sure. i feel like i always have to be busy or asleep or with someone and i don’t know where that comes from.

goodnight :)

[jane-doh]

The Moon movie

Director: Kim Yong-Hwa

Producer: Choi Ji-Sun

Release Date: August 2, 2023

Runtime: 129 min.

Distributor: CJ Entertainment

Country: South Korea

Cast: Doh KyungSoo, Sol KyungGu, Hong SeungHee, Kim HeeAe

Finally, I was able to watch this breathtaking movie and I wish to share a couple of words.

All under the cut together with few snaps🍪🍪🍪

If you still haven’t watched, please take note this review consists of many spoilers!

Enjoy!❤️

First couple of minutes we learned about past events, which was a great idea because we would not waste time later with explanations.

Woori - the lunar spaceship is heading for the moon together with three astronauts. However, an unfortunate accident occurs, and two of them lose their lives, leaving SunWoo - the main character alone in space, fighting for life.

Accidents are happening one after another. An eventful two-hour movie run is holding us at the end of our seats almost all the time! SunWoo is receiving indescribable help and thanks to that he survives.

Now, I'll write my personal opinion which is both Yes and Nay nay.

The positive part:

Firstly, I am in love with this movie's visuals and animation. I could make a screenshot for most of the views and places, print it on a canvas and hang it on the wall all over my home!

Smart choice of music used.

Actors are a heaven. I am KyungSoo biased, but they all had a big impact on the script.

If we're talking about THE acting that made us forget how to breathe, then it will definitely be KyungSoo, Kyunggu and HeeAe! All three were fabulous and carried this movie on their back.

If we are speaking about the comedy side, yes we had it! Special thanks to Jo HanChul who made sure to make us smile every time he is on the screen.

...and! Hong SeungHee, this girl! She made me laugh a lot, but her character was a crucial part of the main plot. Her ideas were like a breath of fresh air. And even if she every time made us laugh, thanks to her SunWoo was able to be heard by the world. Recording his voice and streaming it on YouTube. Funny but at the same time the most effective.

I hope she and KyungSoo will have a drama together in the near future.

The Nay nay:

As I mentioned before, this is my personal. I didn't like the way SangWon died. He was badly injured so should be e.g. floating powerlessly and speaking with SunWoo by communicator, but he just stood next to the widow, which was weird. And the way they talked was a little comical, I laughed inside...

I didn't like the timing of the scene when SunWoo was upset with ex-director, blaming his father's death on him and acting like a spoiled brat. I get it! But, just a few seconds ago he was crying, fighting for life and survived thanks to this man! Maybe it's just me but this doesn't seem in place.

That's not a bad point, just a side note - don't expect a thirsty, cold-blooded, heartbreaking thriller.

This movie was made for everyone and I was totally happy with this. Take your son, mother, grandmother, husband, or whoever you wish to!

Summary:

The scene where SunWoo is landing on a near side of the moon will make everyone tear up, I guarantee! I have many favourite scenes but the last 20 minutes including the post-credit scene I can count as one long favourite.

If you are looking for this kind of drama which will take you for a long space journey, with an eventful plot and no filler scenes, top notch actors, and gold jokes then I recommend this movie for you!

It will stay for a long time on my favorite list.

Meanwhile, thanks for reading.

If you made it to the end, please check the caps below and leave a heart ❤️

Thanks!

[itsmeevie01]

tonight, I finally cried.

under the cut, i am going to go into more detail.

i live in Greene County, TN.

Thursday night I drove home in torrential rains, fighting to stay on the roads and trying not to lose my spot on the roads to a semi.

Friday, I started work like normal, lost power an hour in, and clocked out an hour and a half in. watched the clouds follow the mountains and tried to stay positive.

at this point all I knew was that the national parks had been evacuated sometime the night before. my grandpa was in the city getting a blood transfusion to help combat his Leukemia. late afternoon we go down to the river to check the levels. they are higher than I had ever seen them. dangerously so. we went home, checked on my diabetic grandmother, and charged our phones in the car. I started to contact family and tell them we are ok, just no power.

That evening we go back down to the river to check the levels. people in the neighborhood who live on the river roads are evacuating. the river has climbed again. as we watch the river rise, I see it take out trees. I wandered closer, and watched the power lines to the water intake station for the county go under. as we watch, one of the water commission guys says that without that station, we will run out of water, and soon. the water station is mostly under water already. hay bales are rolling down the river, and I choose to laugh to stave off crying. I don’t have time for that sort of breakdown.

My great aunt has been in contact once. They live 20 min away, and have power. No internet.

Throughout this time, I stay in contact with my mom. if everything goes to shit, she will be the contact point for the rest of the family. my grandpa and I rush home to start preparing to run out of water. he rushes to the store. Walmart is having a sale on flats of water. I fill up pots, pans, all the water bottles and vases I can find. the tub gets filled up. this is what will make sure we can flush toilets here soon. after I get my grandma started on the same thing upstairs, I run to the store and puck up more flats of water, and some gallons. just in case. my Florida training is coming back. I treat this like I am prepping for a hurricane. Grandpa comes back with water - I come back with water and nonperishable food. he hadn’t even thought about what we were going to do for food - remember there is no power.

That night we go back to the river. it has flooded the intersection and has reached the higher of the two river roads. we were told the river would peak at 3 am. later, as we listen to the radio in the car, our phones charging and the AC blasting, the county commission says we have two days’ worth of water for the county - our water intake facility is underwater and has no power. all the bridges in the county have been closed - they are either gone or need to be assessed to see if they will hold anyone’s weight. my grandparents go to bed at 10. the new peak is 1 am. I stay up until 2:30, reading on my kindle and sitting by a candle. the windows are open to combat the heat. every 30 min I take a lap around the house. I’m making sure the water isn’t going to reach us. at 3 am, I finally pass out in bed. I don’t sleep well, because I can’t get cool enough to sleep.

Saturday morning my grandpa gets it in his head we should go out for breakfast. he wakes me up at 11, ready to face the day. I fall asleep in the air-conditioned car, as he and grandma drive around and realize that all the restaurants are closed. I knew this was coming - we are on a conserve water order, and half the county has no power. we go to the Publix deli, and while the sandwiches are made, I pick up energy drinks. if I’m out of power, I can’t make coffee. I need the caffeine to maintain the level of energy needed when I have two diabetic grandparents who have never weathered a hurricane to take care of. we meander back home and watch the water recede. one of the houses, we later find out, had 8 ft of water. many others have lost everything in their basements. many sat outside their homes to defend against looters, even as they watched the water take everything.

I go to besties apartment. she is frantic with panic, worried that grandpa, grandma, and I have drowned being so close to the river. I assure her that we are safe. there is a flood plain that would have to fill before we got flooded. if that happens, we have bigger problems. she has power, water, and internet. I charge everything and submit all my assignments for school early. Washington county still has everything running like normal - I take her out to eat as a thank you. our leftovers will be my dinner.

My great aunt stops by while I am out – the barn, the owner, and all the horses are fine. No one can get out to them. my great uncle will try again tomorrow. They no longer have cell service at their house. They have food and are preparing to go without water.

when I get home, there is almost no light left. I put a candle in every room and open all the windows - it is still too hot for me. I pace through the house and call my mom again to check in. dad and I talk for two hours. it is a relief to not have to hold anything together. by this point I am scrolling through my least favorite apps - Facebook and Twitter (or x or whatever). there are calls for help. calls to look for the missing. questions about our neighbors in NC. worries about everyone who hasn’t been heard from since Thursday night. the Appalachian region is in chaos.

Sunday I sleep in then go back to doom scrolling on my phone. mid afternoon, I pack all my chargeables and head to another friends. her boyfriend is laid up on the couch. he just started chemo, and his hospital has been evacuated. he will have to go north for treatment on Monday. they still don’t know which hospital he will be at. his parents are stuck on the other side of the river. we don’t know if the bridges out there are stable yet or not.

I get a call from grandma- we have power again! this means power is restored to the water intake station at the end of our street. they can start working on replacing the pumps and work to get water back! as I talk to her I scroll through Facebook, again. there in back and red, I see the post - GREENE COUNTY IS OUT OF WATER ALL THATS LEFT IS IN THE PIPES. fuck.

I go home to see that we do, in fact have power again. after making sure I am prepared for when the water in the pipes runs out, I crash. I am running on fumes already.

I spend half the night throwing up into the sink. there is no water to wash my mouth out with or to wash down the sink. they are predicting we could be out of water for up to two weeks. I cant waste water on my chest being congested.

Monday, I wake up early. I water my plants and make coffee. now that power is back, I can do that. I check in on the upstairs crew. they are fine. grandma is sewing again, and grandpa has made a run to replace the food lost so grandma can cook for tonight. I put on makeup for the first time in almost a week. I put on nice jeans and a decent shirt. I pack all the empty water bottles into a spare reusable bag. I pack myself into the car and go to school Hella early.

I go and wash my hands with soap and water. I get coffee. I set up in the student lounge. I film my midterm for my grad program. I cannot allow my grades to slip during all of this. I have 100s in all my classes, and this will not stop me. we walk to grab food after we finish filming. we get back in time to set up shop for our six hours of class tonight. during our break I fill every single water bottle up. I wont have a chance again until Thursday. I see evacuated Tusculum students arrive on campus and look around. after class, I make sure I have everything I need and use the bathroom one more time and scrub my hands vigorously. I will be back on the hand sanitizer once I get home.

the drive home isn’t too bad. this morning 81 was a shit show. besties 1:15 drive took over 2 hours to get to school today. mine was full of people who were going 15 under in the left lane, and people who were trying to race. when I finally get home, I take the pizza I got near school and put it in the oven to reheat. I put my water supplies away and take out the trash. miraculously, the trash pick-up is still on for tomorrow.

I continue to scroll. there are reports and videos of TEMA telling people to go away. they are trying to confiscate donations and are trying to chase off volunteers. in the volunteer state. people from Canada have come to help, but our own government won’t even bother to let the people who want to help in. there are rumors that they are trying to ARREST the people who are using their own helicopters to survey damage, rescue others, and bring in supplies. one video I saw was a T1 diabetic receiving insulin via drone that a friend was able to fly to them. the only way things will be accessible is if we make them so. emergency response has decided not to help, the people of Appalachia have taken it on themselves.

I continue to scroll, and I see the video that finally makes me cry. Governor Ron DeSantis of FL has requested that all aid be sent to the WNC and ETN areas that have been affected. he states that FL has requested the aid they need. he said that the Appalachian region needs the help more. in his words "at least here we can get around on boats. they don’t even have that". I watch the video three times. I end up crying so hard that I almost make myself sick. I can finally feel the dread, despair, devastation, and fear that I have been pushing down for days. I start shaking so hard I have to go sit on the floor. I text my parents, and they start trying to rationalize TEMAs actions. I get so angry that I cry again. what can we even do, anymore.

I decide that I need to get this typed out, so that even as the world moves on, I can look back and point to this and say “look! Here we are! We are people too!”

My family is safe. I have power, and internet. I will be able to go to work tomorrow, and only lost 2 days of work. I can pick a few Sunday shifts this month to recoup the loss of pay. However, there are so many who are not as fortunate as my family is. Please keep our area in your prayers. We will not know the full devastation until moths down the road. This will affect us for years.

For all of you fuckers who keep saying that we deserved this. For all of yu assholes who decided that this was God, purging the world of hatred. For all of you who are demanding refunds from trips, or are insisting on coming to visit in the next few weeks.

STOP

This area is pulling together to take care of each other, because our governments can’t be bothered to give a flying fuck. I don’t give a dam how you voted in this past election. I don’t care how you will vote in this next election. Every life is one that deserves to be saved. Every person who suffers deserves compassion and understanding if you don’t understand this, then I have one thing to say to you.

I will meet you in hell. Even if I drag you there kicking and screaming.

Do not mascaraed as if this is somehow a way to “purge” the south. This is an area of poor mountain people. We did nothing to deserve your scorn.

there is already a high death toll. We don’t know how many actually died. If you cannot treat the people who live in these mountains with compassion, I hope that the things that live in these woods eat you alive.

below are pictures from the past few days:

Friday:

Saturday:

i know that we are so lucky that we are as safe as we are. there is more we will have to face, and the people in the rest of the area have it worse. but know this - we will not give up.

[2theburgs]

We had plans today to head out to sunset reef for another shore dive. Apparently Florida got hit with a pretty significant winter storm and Cayman was experiencing some of the winds. Unfortunately, this meant that Shore diving off the west side of the island was out of the question, all of the dive shops had pulled up their ladders for the day. We decided we would pivot our plans, and see if any of the shops up in West Bay would be open for Shore diving. Diving. It meant turning on our cell service on our phone so that we could call to inquire versus driving 20 minutes up there only to find out that they were also closed. We were thankful that we called because even West Bay had to close their shore dives. It also gave us the opportunity to inquire about booking a dive on Kittiwake wreck. This is a boat access dive, so we would have to go with a shop. We made a couple of calls and found a dive shop that was going on Saturday. This is less up my alley, but I know how much Ken loves this kind of stuff and he hasn't had the chance to do a ton of wreck diving so I figured we should do it. The wreck wreck at the top sits in 35 ft of water and goes down to 71 ft so I can always just hang out in the shallower areas if things get a bit uncomfortable.

So plans change again and we opted to head out to the north side of the island to rum point and starfish point. We would at least be able to snorkel here and it was something we were planning to do. Anyways. We arrived at starfish point and hopped in. There were quite a few boats moored there, likely from cruise ships and resorts. W snorkeled around for about an hour checking out all the starfish, and other Little critters that we could find. Under the dock, we found four lionfish, he also found a sea cucumber, and a bunch of upside down jellyfish. There was also one Coral head that had a few anemones, a couple of territorial little fish, and a couple crabs. Ken also found two Heineken bottles and I found a couple of beer caps that we brought in to toss out. It is always disheartening to see this type of ignorance in the ocean and even more frustrating that it is typically people who are visiting these places who are leaving their trash all over the place. Entitlement and ignorance at its finest.

We made our way 2 minutes down the road to rum point. I had never been here when I was here last and the pictures looked way beautiful, however, when we arrived, it had more resort type vibes than we were expecting. We still ordered lunch and hung out, but afterwards we decided to head to the public beach to hang out and we were glad we did. The snorkeling was epic here! We saw as much life as you would expect to see on a dive! We stayed here all day, finally calling it a wrap around 5 pm. We had the place to ourselves for most of it, except for a few local fishers who showed up part way. We spent a good deal of time removing fishing line from parts of the coral - the locals were quite interested in scouring the sinkers off of it before we tossed it.

We made our way home, on a very scenic 45 min drive with the sun low in the sky and the ocean spraying onto the car. Ken made an awesome taco dinner and we took it easy the rest of the night.

We will see what the winds are doing tomorrow!

Xoxo

K

[dream-wrecker-blog]

Hey guys. Sooo we all know that I’m not consistent on here. But when I show up! You have to admit, that its good. Lol

So today I had a really good conversation within myself.

To paint a clear picture, I work over nights. Which is really important. I’ll be explained later on. So my work night starts at 20:30 hrs. And thats just prep time. I actually start work at 21:00. I’m a newly promoted person in charge. Im a (SUPERIOR!!!!)

In my profession. It takes a while to earn this status. Which at one point I had turn down. So… to make a bigger deal of my position. There’s tiers. 1-9 and I’m at 5. But when I started this security position, which is part time by the way. I entered at level 3. Which cave me a bit of an ego boost. I’ve been with this part time security organization for 7 years. I would have been a tier 6 but because I declined my position before I’m at tier 5. Which at the time. I have to say was very wise.

So from 21:00 until 05:00 hrs. My team and I are a presence. A deterrent as you will. Most of us professional and proficient. While others are clearly here to cash the checks and buy a house.

At 05:00hrs. I head home. By which I go to through public transit. The 4 or 3 train to Brooklyn. YEA!!! Brooklyn. A part of New York I’m never really in. Or care to be in. Its a part of New York that feels as if its just segregated. And there’s just no need to be apart of. I mean they are the part of the city that get hit with the storms first. Thus! Slowing it down over the rest of the city.

By the tome I get home its 06:00hrs. And I take a shower and brush my teeth. I have a personal belief that when you work in service. Helping demographics that are under privileged, there negative energy clings to you.

When I w home the bathroom is the first place I go. I undress myself and kick the clothes in a corner. And get in the tub. I wash with soap thats been infused with green tea sage and one other banisher. And once I’m wet I wash my face and brush my teeth in the shower. Because why not! Once I get dressed I don’t see the point. While tired, doing these grooming steps I could have do e while in the shower.

After doing those tedious things. I begin to chant to my spirits and call them to help me remove the energy I picked up. And I continue to do this procedure until I feel clean and almost see the negative energy in the suds going down the drain.

Once I finish, I get out the tub and immediately from the back I stand and spray in the direction of the drain with bleach. After that I leave the bathroom. Prep some tea and take multivitamins capsules. Head back into the bathroom and run the shower on cold. Until the bleach is gone.

This is all the things I do before I head to bed. Once I jump in my sweet cradle of rest. I knock out for a few hours. By this time its 08:00. Then I typically sleep for 7 hours. And I should be awake at 14:00hrs. And procrastinate for an hour. Then I go the gym and hype myself up to be a body builder. To only almost die from too much pre-workout. Lol.

Yes this is true it happens a little too often for my liking. But after going to the gym at 1600 i head back to house to shower again and do this routine all over again.

Sounds like a lot right! Well… it is. Usually my job allows me to be in a hotel. “Great right” but! There are stipulations to these. Such as distance and how long it takes you to get to work. Unfortunately, for me I don’t quality. It takes me only (30/1.45) min from new lots to 42nd street. And I’m less than 30 miles. Soooo…….. yup..!… I don’t qualify

Honestly, its actually a good thing that I’m not in a hotel because they reserve the right to check your room. And you cannot have people over which sucks because I would have slutted it up

So the whole point of this rant is to give you insight into my day! Im 3 weeks in and to myself, walking home from the gym I had to express to myself out loud. I’m……. Not……… happy!!!!

Recently I had my own very modern version of eat pray love. Where I went to Africa on the east cost. And I with a very well established team help liberate this 3rd world group of people. We pretty my educated them on various methods of self preservation. My hand in it was cooking and giving my love and life into the food. They were eating.

There! I learned I wasn’t happy either. But there I had time to burn. Burn in the sense I was working and getting paid very well and!!! And! I had tome to think! All of my basic needs were met and I truly was able to deeply self reflect.

My reflection told me I wasted time and parts of my life on things that don’t even belong to me. Which is the hate I had for my parents. The anger I had towards people who intentionally did me wrong.

So here! I caught myself falling back into the same behavior.

I’m not happy.

So! I might have to quit for the sake of my mental and emotional health. I’m not doing what feeds my soul. Which is art! Sex and poetry.

[truthandlove]

ONe teestimony of hundreds of thousands: submitting to fake healthcare, to bioweapons, has terrible consequences --

Written by a Mom. "My daughter Layla Brown died at 3 months of age May 29th 2020.  The pain will never go away. The way I found her on my bed will never go away . There will always be a part of my heart that will still hurt.

She was always happy she will make sure she have a smile on her face and yours she was one special baby girl.  no health issues at all she was healthy baby well taken care of but….. I never knew this will happen to me this was my biggest fear and it still happen to me.  I’m going to always ask God why me, why my baby girl? I know we don’t suppose to but this one will always have me asking him it’s not enough words. I need more answers YES THE SHOTS SHE TOOK KILLED MY BABY GIRL they just not gone tell me that they don’t know why she past away there have to be a reason my baby gone. it's crazy that she took her shot at 2 months,  shot on April 20th.  she slept all day , I had to wake up few times then the next day that’s when she started yelling like somebody was hurting her, she was having diarrhea a lot it never stop then a week before she passed the screaming was getting louder she didn’t want her bottle she always wanted someone to hold her then her poop was turning red,  her stomach was hurting her,  then the day of she wouldn’t stop screaming for nothing.. 

I took her to the hospital and to her doctor they both said it’s fine it’s was normal for newborns to have these symptoms. (bullshit! pain is there to get your attention) 10:20 when I put her to sleep she was fine then I checked on her at 3:00am she was fine at 5:30am I checked on her again she laying there COLD I’m screamed my mom caning running in there got her rush her to the hospital I was only 2 mins away from the hospital they grabbed her from us started working on her then 30mins later the doctor and nurses came and told me she didn’t make it she was already gone before we got her to the hospital my baby girl is she gone. Something just not added up these doctors killed my baby and please don’t tell me these shots didn’t do it because a yes they did! Do your research on these vaccines shots they giving different baby different shot I thought these doctors was here to protect our kids NO THEY OUT HERE TO KILL THEM just like they out here to kill us my baby girl didn’t deserve this (no she did not but your lack of research did this to her) I didn’t either, my family either we all taking it so rough right now my heart is so heavy every night I got to come home every night where my baby had her last breathe on my bed y’all don’t know how tough that is for me where I lay my head at my pain is so different I don’t wish this on anybody now I know what it feels like loosing you child it’s hard definitely buried them knowing they not coming back. by LAYLASWORLD