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bellakitse · 3 years

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The 'B' Word

Carlos and TK run into Carlos’ three sisters on the street and decide to have dinner with them. Over the course of the meal, their friends with benefits relationship changes.

Written for @911lonestarweek - Day 1: Romance/“You are the only one for me.”/Fluff

Carlos holds the door for TK to walk through, trying to keep his grin at bay in the face of TK’s epic pout. He’d suggested a night of putt-putt, thinking it would be a friendly and easygoing activity they could enjoy as they try to put more emphasis on the friends part of their unconventional relationship. It was supposed to be a casual night out. However, Carlos didn’t anticipate that TK would be horrible at the game or be such a lovable sore loser.

“You cheated,” TK accuses him, the scowl on his handsome face cuter than it has any right to be. Carlos swallows back a sigh at the thought. It’s moments like this that show him how truly head over heels he is for the man before him.

He pushes that thought down too.

TK has made it more than clear he’s not ready for more than what they are right now – friends who enjoy each other’s company in and out of the bedroom.

He tells himself how he always does when these thoughts start to creep in that it’s enough for now. He gets to spend time with TK; he gets to touch him, hear the soft sounds he makes when they’re together, he gets his smiles.

So what if they don’t have a label?

Having some parts of TK Strand, Carlos has quickly learned, is infinitely better than not having him at all.

“At putt-putt?” he questions with an amused grin pushing away his less than pleasant thoughts. “You think I cheated at putt-putt?”

“Yes,” TK shoots back, his expression set in a childish frown, causing Carlos’ grin to grow.

“How exactly?” he questions, outright smirking when TK stalls, his pout growing as he can’t come up with anything.

“You distracted me with your you-ness,” TK finally answers, waving a hand in his direction as if it explains everything.

Carlos feels his face go warm, but it doesn’t stop him from feeling incredibly smug too. He reaches out, slipping a finger through one of the loops of TK’s jeans, pleased when TK comes into his space easily, his arms going around Carlos’ neck as he holds him close.

“That’s an interesting way to say you think I’m hot, sweetheart,” he murmurs teasingly as he presses his nose against TK’s temple.

“You already know I think that,” TK scoffs at him, turning his head to kiss the corner of his mouth, his tongue peeking out in a tiny teasing lick. “Don’t pretend now.”

Carlos lets out a steadying breath as his body instantly reacts to TK’s goading. “I still like to hear it,” he answers with a playful pout of his own, happy when it makes TK chuckle.

TK brings his hands down, cupping Carlos’ face between them, using the leverage to close the tiny height difference between them as he brushes his lips against his. “Needy,” he whispers, the word spoken against Carlos’ mouth causing him to let out a moan, proving TK’s point.

“Let’s go back to my place,” he whispers back, his hands giving TK’s hips a suggestive squeeze.

TK laughs softly as he shakes his head. “You promised me dinner.”

“I’ll make us something when we get there,” he promises now, groaning when TK shakes his head again.

“You and I both know – if we get behind closed doors, we’re not eating anything but each other, Reyes,” TK tells him, smirking shamelessly when he gasps at his words. “I want real food first.”

“Fine,” he grumbles, willing down the blush on his face and the arousal coursing through him at the mental image TK’s words have provoked.

TK goes to take a step away from him, ready to start walking on their quest to find some food, but Carlos holds on to him, grinning back at him when it makes TK raise a brow in question. He doesn’t answer with words; instead, he cups TK’s face like he’d done to him, swallowing the small gasp he lets out with his lips.

He kisses TK thoroughly, taking his time as he feels TK’s body go lax against his, kissing him back lazily, pressing his tongue against the back of Carlos’ teeth in a way that makes his toes curl from the butterflies he feels in his stomach.

Carlos could get lost in the act of kissing TK Strand and often does, like now, which is probably why he doesn’t realize people have walked up to them until there is a loud and obvious clearing of someone’s throat startling the two of them.

“What – “ TK starts to say, sounding dazed, and Carlos would take a moment to be proud of that if it wasn’t for the horror he’s experiencing in the face of his three older sisters standing before them, grinning like deranged clowns.

“Well, well, well,” Lola starts, like the rabble-rouser she is, her grin looking painful from how big it is. “Look who we have here being all indecent in public? Isn’t there laws against practically having sex in public spaces, Officer Reyes?”

“Would he have to arrest himself?” Valentina asks ironically – the oldest but by no means the most mature – piling on with a smirk of her own.

Sofía, the second oldest and usually the quietest, smiles softly at him, almost sympathetic if it wasn’t for the laughing glint in her eyes. “How much do you wish the ground would swallow you up right now, manito?”

“Very much so,” he grits out with a tight smile as their enjoyment of the situation grows. He feels TK’s body shift next to him a second before his hand touches Carlos’, linking their pinkies together. He turns his head, surprised at the gesture, and finds TK looking a little lost but supportive of him. It loosens something in his stomach, and as TK gives him a half-smile, Carlos is helpless but to return it. “TK, these are my sisters, Valentina, Sofía, and Lola,” he says, pointing at each of them in turn, getting a wave back from all three. “Girls, this is TK,” he continues, not adding anything else though he can see the curiosity in his sisters’ eyes. “Anyway, we were going to go grab a bite to eat, so – “

“What a coincidence, so are we!” Lola exclaims happily, her brown eyes twinkling, and Carlos shakes his head, already seeing where she’s going with this.

“We should all get a bite together,” Valetina continues, and Carlos has to stifle the groan that is dying to come out at the tag-teaming happening before him.

“We barely get to see you, hermanito,” Sofía adds on with a sad face that fools no one.

“We saw each other two weeks ago at Mami’s for Sunday lunch,” he points out, rolling his eyes when the three of them shrug their shoulders in unison.

“Way too long, bro,” Lola answers, getting a nod from their other two sisters. “And we’re obviously not sharing enough if none of us knew you have a boyfri – “

“Okay!” Carlos interrupts before she can finish the dreaded ‘B’ word. The last thing he needs is his meddling sisters spooking TK with that title. He looks at him with an apologetic look on his face, hoping he understands. “Do you mind if they join us?”

TK looks at him for a moment and then at his sisters, a sly grin making its way onto his face that fills Carlos with dread. “That depends,” he starts, raising an eyebrow at the girls. “How many ‘baby Carlos’ stories can I get out of this meal?”

Carlos lets out that groan he’s been holding back as his older sisters all smile at TK like he’s a new shiny toy.

Being the boldest one of his sisters, Lola steps towards TK, slipping her arm through his. “All the stories you want, my dude. Let’s start with the one where Carlos would play Selena’s ‘bidi bidi bom bom’ on repeat and do her spins in the living room until one time he almost threw up on the carpet from twirling so much,” she recounts, throwing a grin at him over her shoulder as she and TK start walking ahead.

Carlos closes his eyes for a moment, opening them again when he hears snickering at his side. He glares at Valentina and Sofía and their matching grins.

“We better catch up to them before she tells him that you can’t get through a single Disney or Pixar movie without crying like a baby, and that’s why you don’t watch them in the theater anymore,” Valentina warns him, laughing at him when his eyes widen.

He doesn’t move for a moment, letting them pass before him. TK throws a look back at him, half-worried but also gleeful as Lola says God only knows what in his ear, and Carlos can’t help the mixture of apprehension and tentative joy he feels at his worlds colliding.

“Keep up, manito, before we steal your boy away,” Lola shouts out, already crossing the street with TK still wrapped around her arm.

“Shit,” Carlos swears low before rushing to catch up.

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They end up at some hipster tapas restaurant. It’s not his usual style, but his sisters and TK seem to like it as they all pick from the multiple small plates at their large table. The girls each have a wine glass in their hands and blessedly don’t blink an eye when TK says he doesn’t drink and orders an ice tea.

He sits next to TK, with his sisters on the other side of the table, watching the two of them like they’re putting on a show for their enjoyment. He glares at them, hoping they’ll cut it out, but they seem to just find his scowls enjoyable – ignoring him in favor of focusing on TK.

“So TK, how did you and our little brother meet?” Valentina asks, starting off the inquisition.

TK pauses mid-reach for the papas bravas at her question before grabbing the dish and scooping some onto his plate for him, giving him a smile when he says thank you. “Um, we met on a call,” he starts to say, taking the plate of garlic shrimp he offers him in return. “I’m a firefighter; we were answering a call to a car accident, and Carlos was the leading officer on the scene.”

“Ohh, a firefighter, nice,” Lola says, throwing him a teasing look. Carlos is grateful for it as it makes TK laugh, and he misses the pointed look his other sisters give him at the way he and TK interact so easily.

He knows they are dying to ask.

“How did you snag such a hottie, Carlitos?” Lola continues, turning her teasing towards him.

Carlos rolls his eyes; used to his sister’s good-natured ribbing, he opens his mouth to mess with her, only for TK to let out a snort.

“Well, first, look at him,” TK answers for him, turning to look at him with a teasing but soft look of his own, a sweet smile playing on his lips. “He’s gorgeous.”

Carlos feels his heart jump at the easy way TK compliments him, not shy in the least as it makes his sisters share another round of looks that this time TK catches.

“It seems to be a family trait. You’re all very beautiful,” he says to them with a charming smile that has Carlos groaning and laughing at once as it totally works on all three of them.

“Don’t butter them up,” he complains as he sees the twinkle in all their eyes. “They’re already insufferable all on their own. If you hype them up, they’ll just be impossible.”

“It’s not hype if it’s true,” Sofía says with a flick of her curly hair, getting a nod from Valentina and Lola.

“That’s right, wey,” Valentina continues, grinning at the face he makes at them. “Listen to your boyfriend; we’re beautiful.”

Carlos freezes at the word boyfriend, but TK just laughs with the girls, moving the conversation along as he asks more about Carlos’ childhood. He leans in, listening intently as the girls share embarrassing but honestly sweet stories about him. Each looking at him with the great love he knows they feel for him.

TK hangs on to every word, smiling softly over at him every few minutes as he files away information – like his love for anything custard and his intense fear of cicadas.

“One time when I was 15, this kid in the neighborhood was picking on me,” Valentina tells the story, sharing smiles with Lola and Sofía as they start to chuckle, remembering the moment.

“We were all playing outside, and he came over and started making fun of my glasses or clothes. I don’t even remember, but I was on the verge of tears when Carlos, who had been playing with his action figures on the porch, comes running and kicks him as hard as he can on the shins, surprising the kid. He tripped, and Carlos jumped on him, hitting him with his tiny fists, screaming at him not to be mean to his sister,” Valentina pauses, looking over at him fondly. “I’m eight years older than Carlos, he was only seven at the time, but he was still protecting me.”

“Awww,” TK gushes, looking over at him with a tender glint in his pretty green eyes. “That’s so sweet and so in character.”

Carlos feels himself blush at the focus of everyone around the table, fidgeting as they all grin at him. “I protect the people I care about,” he grumbles, embarrassed.

“I know,” TK answers softly, reaching out to take his hand. “Trust me, I know.”

Carlos stares at TK feeling a shift in the air, his silly heart giving a flip as hope starts to sneak its way inside it.

“What else?” TK questions, turning back towards his sisters but not letting go of his hand.

The girls share another look between them, and Carlos can only guess what they’re thinking before they jump into more stories.

The rest of the night passes in a blur of laughter and childhood anecdotes, and before Carlos knows it, they’re settling up the bill and walking out of the restaurant. They linger outside for a moment before, one by one, the girls hug TK first, telling him he needs to come to the next Reyes’ lunch and that their mother is going to fall in love with him. TK smiles through it, not making any promises other than checking his schedule with him. He forks over his phone easily when Lola asks to add him to WhatsApp with the promise of baby pictures of him, and Carlos just knows she’ll add TK to a group chat before the end of the night.

They turn to hug him, tight and warm as always, each whispering in his ear how much they like TK and how happy they are that he’s found someone who makes him smile the way he’s smiling. He hugs them back, all the while looking at TK over their shoulders, wondering what’s just happened in the course of the night.

He hails them a cab and reminds them to text him when they each get back to their homes, getting fond rolls of their eyes as they promise before getting into the cab, leaving him and TK alone with this sudden shift in their relationship.

Neither says anything for a moment, each knowing one of them needs to start.

“So,” he begins, biting the bullet. “I guess we should talk about tonight because I don’t know if you realize this, but my sisters just left with the impression we’re in a serious relationship, and that means I will have at least a dozen texts by morning from my mother.”

“Sure,” TK says, nodding quickly, nervous energy pouring out of him. “But first –“

TK takes a step into his space, and then another until his chest is pressed against his, and Carlos instinctively puts his hands on TK’s slim waist seconds before TK covers his mouth with his, in a hungry, almost desperate kiss. Carlos matches his energy, pouring all the love and longing coursing through him, claiming TK’s mouth the same way TK has claimed his heart.

He holds him so close he’s sure TK can feel the way his heart is pounding against his own.

“TK – “ he gasps out, his skin tingling at every point of contact. “What – “

“I’m crazy about you,” TK blurts out, stepping out of his hold to pace. “I didn’t plan it. I didn’t see it coming. You were just supposed to be this cool guy I had good chemistry and good sex with, someone I would be friends with and share a bed with on occasion. This was supposed to be simple. But every day, I fall for you a little bit more and more with your kindness, your patience, the way you make me laugh and smile even when I don’t want to.”

He runs a hand through his hair, causing it to stick up, looking adorable even as his eyes have gone wild. “You weren’t the plan. You came into my life when I was at my worst, and for some reason, you still wanted to be around me, offering me the best of you, and I have been trying to ignore it because I thought it was too soon after my break-up or because deep down, I think you deserve better than me.”

“There is no one better than you,” he interrupts, needing TK to understand that once and for all. “You’re not perfect, TK, I know that,” he says, holding up a hand when TK goes to argue. “But there is no one better – you are the only one for me.”

TK lets out a gasp at his words, finally not moving about, coming to a stop, and Carlos takes the chance to touch him again, bringing him in closer as he cups his face, tilting it up to him.

“Your sisters looked at me tonight as someone worthy of you,” he whispers, his eyes going glassy. “I so want to be that. I want to be worthy of your love.”

Carlos smiles, feeling everything inside him melt for the man in his arms. “Oh, baby,” he whispers softly, leaning in to kiss his forehead, his eyelids, cheeks, and the tip of his nose before he brushes his lips against TK’s. He pulls him into a hug when he feels him tremble. “Don’t you get it? You already are.”

“Carlos – “ TK gasps something like a sob into his neck.

He pulls him back, making sure he’s looking at him before he finally says the words he’s been holding in for so long. “I’m in love with you, TK.”

TK lets out a wet laugh, nodding rapidly as he grasps his shoulders. “I’m in love with you too,” he answers, smiling brightly, matching Carlos’ own smile.

The kiss they share is salty from their mixed tears but perfect.

Breaking the kiss, they press their foreheads together, basking in the moment and the change in their relationship. Carlos doesn’t think he’s ever been happier, but after a moment, he finds himself letting out a groan as a realization creeps in.

“What is it?” TK questions him curiously.

“I just realized that if my sisters learn we weren’t official before we ran into them and that dinner with them helped in any way – I’m never going to hear the end of their mocking,” he answers, blinking in surprise when TK lets out a chuckle that quickly turns into a deep belly laugh. It only grows as Carlos pouts at him in return.

“Not even five minutes of being boyfriends, and you’re laughing at my pain,” he says, trying to keep from smiling but being unable to do so at the use of the ‘B’ word and the way TK lights up at it. “You’re lucky I love you.”

TK sobers at his words, the laughter dying out but the loving smile staying in place. “I am so lucky,” he says softly, taking his hand.

Carlos intertwines their fingers, bringing their hand up to his lips, laying a kiss over TK’s knuckles. “I’m lucky too.”

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Lara: lets chat please

Lara : and

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Jane: first off, are you still able to say yes Mistress when you mean no Mistress?

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Jane: you can not block me or unfriend me

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Jane: and finally, if i ever find out that you get anyone else to try to remove any triggers i set for you, i will beat you so hard you cannot walk

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Jane: if you ever do ask someone to remove triggers for you, you will immediately message me to let me know what you did

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Jane: eh, one more, if you ever leave a room with me present in it, regardless of what i am wearing without my permission, you will immediately invite me back and beg for my forgiveness, as well as telling me why you left

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Jane: -she pats the girls cheek- good girl. now, what do you want to talk about?

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Jane: how long can you be on for?

Lara: until 1am Mistress

Jane: -she steps up to the girl, resting Her hand on the back of her head and pulling her cheek against my thigh- i missed you, girl

Lara: mhm

Jane: since i havent been able to play with my toy for a while, i have built up quite a few ideas for what to do with you -winks teasingly down at her-

Lara: yes Mistress

Jane: by the way, whenever i invite you, if you see it, you will accept it

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Jane: good girl, now, what do you crave?

Lara blushes

Lara: your cock Mistress

Jane: -she smiles, spreading her legs, showing off the bulge in her panties- then come get it nice and hard for me, through my panties

Lara looks up

Lara places my hands on the bulge and strokes

Lara: down and up

Jane: -she moans softly and bites her lip, her cock starting to twitch and grow under her fingers-

Lara rubs harder as I feel her cock stiffen

Jane: -gasps and moans softly in pleasure- dont you want to taste it too?

Lara blushes

Lara: yes Mistress I crave your cock

Jane: i did just go for a run, so it should be nice and delicious for you

Lara pulls down her panties

Jane: -she slaps the girls cheek- i did not say you could take my panties off

Jane: put them back

Lara her cock soringing loos and erect

Lara puts her panties back on

Lara continues rubbing

Jane: good slut, now kiss it and lick it through my panties, worship it, treat it like your diety

Lara kisses her cock from stem to tip

Lara then licks it through the flimsy panties

Jane: -bites her lip, her breathing getting heavier, pre leaking into her panties-

Lara tastes her juices hrough the panties

Jane: -she grips the girls hair, tugging on it a little, pulling her against her Mistress's crotch-

Lara feel sher aggressive grasp

Lara takes in her ofor

Lara: odr

Lara: odor

Jane: -she slaps the girls cheek- look up at me slut, i want to see how much you are enjoying this

Lara stares up at her, a big grn on my face

Jane: -she spits down on the girl's face- from now on, you will remember everything in our sessions from the times where my cock is exposed, do you understand?

Lara: yes Mistress

Jane: get back to it, i want my panties soaked in precum, a treat just for you

Lara starts licking aggressively

Lara starting with the stem and runing all the way to the tip

Jane: -she cries out softly in pleasure, her body trembling-

Lara: then folows back down kissing every inch

Lara licking all the way up again

Lara: and kissing all the way down

Jane: -she runs her hand through the girls hair, moving her boot forward until it presses against her pussy-

Lara moans

Jane: -she smirks, starting to rub her boot against her cunt- keep licking, make your Goddess cum

Lara licks more aggressively

Lara placing my ahnds on her ass pulling her in to make beter contact

Lara my kisses become wetter

Jane: -gasps and moans, grinding her hips into the girl's face-

Lara: mizing your juices with my mouth

Lara feels your arousal against me

Jane: -her cock throbs hard, feeilng like it is going to break through the thin fabric of her panties-

Lara feels her cock twitching as I kiss it over and over

Lara now concentrating on the tip

Lara flicking my tongue over it

Jane: -she cries out in pleasure and cums hard, squirting into her panties, she moans loudly, grinding her crotch against her pets face, smearing her juices over it

Lara feels the hot juiices splash against my face

Lara continues to kiss and lick

Jane: -she pulls the slut's head back, breathing heavily- god, how did i get so lucky to find such a perfect toy

Lara: i dont know Mistress

Jane: me neither, but i must have done something right in a past life

Jane: -she slowly slips out of her panties, dangling them over the girl, watching them drip onto her face- do you want these, slut?

Lara blushes

Lara: yes Mistress

Jane: well, you are going to have to do something for them first, she balls them up in her hand and brings that hand down between the girls legs, gently rubbing her clit with Her thumb, the panties pressed agains her pussy, she leans in to whisper in the girls ear- you are my filthy slut

Lara: /e blushes

Jane: do you remember that trigger, or do you need a reminder

Lara: no Mistress slut remembered

Jane: then do it

Lara: it happened mistress

Lara blushes

Jane: -She smirks as She watches the girl piss into the panties, soaking them with her hot piss- mm, such a good slut, did you piss irl too?

Lara blushes

Lara: yes mistress

Jane: hehe, what did you piss on?

Lara: the bed Mistress

Jane: i am sorry, from now on, when i call you a filthy slut on here, no matter what i am wearing, you will piss in rp, if you ever hear the words filthy slut irl, you will piss irl, do you understand?

Lara: yes Mistress

Jane: do you need to clean up, or do you want to stay?

Lara: to stay Mistress

Jane: mmm, you are such an eager little toy for me, arent you?

Lara: yes Mistress

Jane: what were you wearing when you pissed?

Lara: nightie Mistress

Jane: one piece, or two?

Lara: one Mistress

Jane: alright, take it off and start sucking on it, get as much of the piss out as you can before putting it back on

Lara: yes Mistress

Jane: be honest with me slut, do you like pissing yourself irl?

Lara: no Mistress

Jane: well i think it is very cute, but i wont make you do it again

Lara: yes Mistress

Jane: now, open wide for me, slut

Lara Lara Narrate opens my mouth

Jane: -she dangles the panties over her mouth again- you want these now?

Lara: yes mistress

Jane: -she slowly lowers them until they brush over the girl's tongue, smirking as she holds it there for a second before lifing them back out of reach- i think you should beg for them, slut

Lara: Please Mistress

Lara: I want your panties

Lara: I beg you

Jane: -she smears them over the girl's face- what will you do for them?

Lara: whatever Mistress wants

Jane: -she smirks- i want you to admit that you want to be my toy, i want you to tell me how much you want to be my slave

Lara: i

LaraLara : I want to be your toy and your slave Mistress

Jane: -she lowers the panties into the girl's mouth, smiling at the girl's reaction-

Lara: mhm

Lara: thank you Mistress

Jane: -she giggles- my personal little laundry machine

Jane: now, one final command for you for the night

Lara: yes Mistress

Jane: with regards to the state of your bed. you will either sleep on the floor, or sleep in your piss. if you are going to do laundry tonight, you will sleep on the floor. if you are going to sleep on your bed, you may not remove the sheets, you will sleep in your own piss. do you understand?

Lara: yes Mistress

JaneJane : tomorrow morning, message me with what you decided, i am curious to see

Lara: yes Mistress

Jane: -she smiles and runs her hand over the girl's cheek, how are you doing, cutie

Lara: WTF

Lara: WTF you do to me

Lara slapr your face hard

Lara: you raving cunt

Lara: I need to leave

Lara: please

Lara: omg

LaraLara : you cant do this to me

Jane: hehe, i thought you wanted to talk

Lara: NOOOOOOOOOO

Lara: why cant I leave

Lara: oh fuck

Lara: sitiing n piss

Lara: you are araving lunatic

Lara: I have to go

Lara: oh god

Lara: please

JaneJane : hehe, i know, but i am your raving lunatic now

Lara slaps you again

Lara: NOOO

Lara: I will not

Jane: -she cries out softly in pain-

Lara: im going to stop this

Jane: you cant

Lara: oh you bet I can

Jane: you cant go to anyone to remove the triggers, you are mine

LaraLara : you even had me lick your cock

Lara: just wait

Lara: you will never be in charge of me

Lara: never

Lara grabs your hair

Lara yanks it back making you fall to the ground

Jane: -she cries out in pain as she falls to the floor at the Woman's feet, looking fearfully up at Her-

Lara puts my foot on your neck

Lara: YOU WILL REMOVE EVERYTHING

LaraLara : got it?

Jane: -she shakes her head a little- i will not

Lara presses down on her neck

Lara the heel of my shoe on her throat

Lara: promise me

Lara: NOW

Jane: -she whimpers under the Woman's foot- i..i will not, you are mine, you are my toy, mine to do with as i please

Jane: -she snaps her fingers- get your foot off of me and step back

LaraLara : Im going to block you

Lara moves backwards taking my foot off you

Lara: ok get up

Lara: oh shit

Lara: I do love purple

Lara: it floods my mind and flows through my veins

Lara: so good

Jane: if you block me, you will immediately add me again and beg for forgiveness

LaraLara : yes Mistress

Jane: if you feel the desire to show any animosity towards me when i am not wearing purple, you will instead sit down and start sucking on your thumb until you calm down, do you understand?

Lara: yes Mistress

Jane: good slut

Lara: mhm

Jane: feel better?

Lara: you are going to pay for all this

JaneJane : how?

Lara sucks my thumb

Lara: arghhhhhhhhh

Lara: really Jane.

LaraLara : Lets just be frends

Lara: youve had your fun

Lara: now lest stop

JaneJane : no, i really like things this way, and you look really cute sucking your thumb

Lara blushes

LaraLara : this is you too isnt it

Lara: oh fuck

Jane: -she pets the girls hair- such a good little toy

Lara: oh god

Lara: this is a nightmare

Lara: may please leave

Jane: -she smirks- thank me for making you mine, then you may

Lara: I am NOT yours

Jane: -she snaps her fingers- thank me for making you mine

Lara: thank you for making me yours

Lara: oh jeez

Jane: -she pats the girls cheek- have a good night, cutie, enjoy your sleeping arrangements -winks-

Lara has left the chat

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holylulusworld · 6 years

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Absent father – Part 3

Summary: Reader and Dean have a friends with benefits agreement. When the reader gets pregnant Dean makes the mistake of his life…making her leave…

Pairing: former Dean x Reader, Sam, OMC Josephine (JoJo)

Warnings: language, sad reader, angry reader, break-up, daddy!Dean

Absent father Masterlist

“What now?” You ask, still holding your daughter tight.

“You’ll come with us.” Dean states not accepting any argument.

“But my house, job…Jojo’s home…” You whisper.

“I know this is all messed up but if two or more of your neighbours are demons you can’t stay here. Even if we kill them all, the demons and Lucifer know where to find you now.” Dean says.

Nodding you kiss your daughters forehead looking around your tiny house again.

“Listen we pack all your belongings and bring you back to the bunker. It’s the safest place for you and…my daughter.” Dean whispers.

Turning in your lap Jojo smiles at Dean, winking at him with her tiny hand. “Daddy.” She squeals excited.

“Wow! She knows who he is?” Sam asks surprised.

“At the pre-school the kids were bugging her that she has no father. I told her that her father is just absent…that he really want to be with us. Showed her his picture to let her know she has a father. I’m a great mom, lying to my little daughter.” You say sad.

“Oh, I see.” Sam says casting his look down.

“Y/N, please.” Dean tries.

“What? You never wanted her or me. Should I’ve told her the truth?”

Still smiling Josephine holds her hands out to Dean. Locking eyes with him she squeals and giggles.

“What?” Dean asks curious.

“She wants you to hold her.” You whisper.

“Oh…” Carefully picking his daughter up he holds her tight. Jojo grabs his nose smiling. Starting to giggle again she kisses Dean’s cheek softly.

“Dadda.” She babbles again.

“We should start packing.” Sam says smiling at his brother and the little girl in his arms.

“Huh? Sure. Y/N, tell us what you need and we pack it for you.” Dean says still holding his daughter tight.

“In the wardrobe in my bedroom are my ‘emergency bags’ and I need some stuff for Josephine and my laptop. Everything else is unimportant.” You say taking Jojo out of Dean’s hands.

Disappointed Dean looks at you not knowing what to say after four years of absence.

“I didn’t know you kept the baby.” He tries.

“Who cares? Not yours anyways.” You snap at him.

“Please, she looks like my twin. The hair, her eyes. She’s mine.” Dean pleas.

“No, you had your chance four years ago. Now she’s only my child. You’ve got no right to come around and tell me you’re her father!”

“Let’s keep the fighting for later, let’s get out of here first!” Sam scolds.

“You’re right Sam; get the bags, the keys to my car or on the table over there. I’ll pack Jojo’s stuff.” You say.

“Let me help.” Dean tries again.

“No.”

“We’re much faster when you let me help you…”

“Fine.” Packing Jojo’s things Dean watches the little girl smiling. Hating himself for missing four years…missing you pregnancy…the birth of his child.

“I’ve missed everything.” He whispers.

Ignoring his words you grab the last three things you need for your daughter. Her favourite book, plush toy and the picture of you and Dean from the shelf.

“You kept it?” Dean asks hopeful.

“Josephine wanted to know her father. At least I had a picture to show her.” You say bitter.

Picking your daughter up you try to get the bags.

“Let me. Take our daughter and I carry the bags.” Giving him a cold glare at the word our you leave the room with your daughter…

Absent father Tags

@donnaintx, @screechingartisancashbailiff, @fallen-wolf22 , @curly-haired-disaster, @sister-winchesters99, @mogaruke, @the-is13, @helloitsmeamie203, @strayrosesbloom , @thewinchesterco , @hobby27, @kittycatlover18, @massivecrusadepizza, @mirandaaustin93, @spnfamily-thewinchesters

Dean/Jensen Forever Tags

@mirandaaustin93, @spnfamily-thewinchesters, massivecrusadepizza

#SPN #spn fanfic #dean winchester #dean x reader #Absent father Masterlist #daddy!dean #sad reader #sam winchester

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draw-you-coward · 6 years

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ao3

Ikael is getting yelled at over a bear.

Although perhaps “yelled at” is stretching it a bit. “Scolded” would suit the situation better—scolded by a quite irate Tataru, it seems. Irate enough that Thancred can hear nearly her every word, even though he is patiently waiting outside the archway.

“And what am I going to do now? Oh, what am I going to tell Minfilia?!” Tataru’s voice sharpens in pitch. “That’s a lot of money, Ikael! And you spent it on a bear!”

Thancred tilts his head, leaning closer to listen in despite himself. Ikael bought a wild animal? This is new. He simply kidnapped the last one.

“I-I-I’m sorry.” Ikael’s voice is trembling. “I-i-it was a—i-it was a mistake. I-I didn’t m-mean to—mean to charge the Scions. I-I-I’m sorry.”

Poor fellow. He’s had a few rough days as of late—apparently he still hasn’t gotten over them.

“Yes, well.” Tataru’s voice gentles somewhat as she, too, seems to realize he is taking this badly. “That won’t get our money back! You have to go and tell whoever you bought it from to switch the transaction to your personal account.”

Thancred hears a shuffling sound. Then, in a small voice:

“I-I-I know. ‘m sorry.”

“It’s alright, as long as I get my—our money, okay?” The short scratch of a chair as Tataru settles into it once more.

“I-I’ll… I’ll just return him.” Ikael sounds quiet, but miserable. “m sorry.”

“Now, you don’t have to return it.” Tataru seems to have regained at least some of her cheer. “I don’t know why you’re buying giant children’s toys, but feel free to spend your own money however you want!”

A pause.

“I’ll return him.” Ikael’s voice is an almost indecipherable mumble, already retreating. “I-it’s okay.”

Thancred hears footsteps heading towards the archway, and steps back just in time to avoid colliding with Ikael. He is about to make a good-natured joke to save face, but stops when their eyes meet.

Ikael looks like he is about to cry. His gaze skitters down nearly as quickly as it had darted to Thancred's, and then he abruptly walks past, tail tucked between his legs.

Thancred blinks after him, his own imminent dealing with Tataru momentarily forgotten. Poor fellow indeed.

Ikael has been quieter than usual these past few days. There had been a small incident earlier in the week involving him admitting to breaking an item of Thancred's (and thus ruining a prospective courtship), but that had been easy enough to forgive, especially once Thancred had realized that Ikael was taking the blame to (badly) cover for the true perpetrator. Nothing too out of the ordinary for the Waking Sands, to be honest. Although Thancred is quite curious to know where Alphinaud has since mysteriously disappeared to.

Perhaps Ikael’s mind is still on the matter. Or perhaps Thancred's thinking is too narcissistic and it is something else. Ah well; Ikael will get over it eventually, whatever it is.

~*~

Thancred traipses to the kitchen the next morning to find breakfast non-existent. Ikael must be pausing in his newly-adapted routine, then. No matter; he makes better eggs than Thancred does, Thancred will admit, but it is only a small luxury to miss.

Thancred is in the middle of scraping the blasted sticking yolk off his frying pan when Ikael passes by, backpacking a rather large mound of woolly, red-brown fur. Thancred pauses in his rigorous egg-scratching to stare.

One look at the downturn to Ikael’s face shows that he is still rather miserable; indeed, it seems as if this is the last thing he wants to be doing. Thancred considers Ikael's temperament (poor), considers his accounting skills (also poor), considers Tataru’s reaction if this goes wrong again, and makes a split-second decision. Just for… insurance. Perhaps literally.

It is not difficult to tail Ikael in general, and even less so when he is lugging a giant stuffed bear on his back. Or perhaps “hugging” would be a more accurate term—Ikael has its arms wrapped around him as if he is giving a ride to a particularly delicate child.

Thancred follows him—stopping to snag a muffin from a traveling baker to eat in lieu of his burnt eggs—to the merchant plaza of Vesper Bay, where he stops. Thancred stops as well, feeling oddly guilty for spying even as he ducks behind a cart.

Ikael unwraps the bear’s arms from his neck with care. He gives it a long, tight hug.

“I’ll miss you, Bigsy,” he mumbles in a tight voice. Thancred hears a sniff, and watches as Ikael buries his face into the bear’s shoulder. He stays like that for a minute, and then reluctantly lifts his head, pressing a kiss to Bigs—the bear’s furry cheek and giving him one final squeeze. Thancred shakes off the strange sense that he is witnessing some tear-jerking farewell. Rubbish. The bear isn’t even alive. Yet…

“I love you,” Ikael mutters, voice breaking. “I-I’ll never forget you. Ever.”

Oh, come on. That isn’t even fair.

Finally, Thancred watches as Ikael goes over to who seems to be a children’s toy vendor, and begins to mumble about a return and “undoing the money check.” It is painfully obvious he has no idea how the process actually works (he seems to have written out a check from the Scions instead of himself, from what Thancred can gather), but the vendor seems to understand that a charge has to be withdrawn. They give the bear—which Ikael does not seem to want to let go of, if how desperately he is clinging to it is any indication—a onceover, and nod when they are satisfied that it is undamaged.

“Just your name, please, sir,” they say, reaching for a small book and beginning to rifle through it.

“U-um,” Ikael stutters, “Ik—Ikael?”

The vendor pauses before giving him a polite smile. “The name under which the check was made,” they clarify, not unkindly.

“O-oh. Scions of the Seventh… Dawn,” Ikael mumbles, turning red at the reminder of his mishap. “U-um. We live by the—by—over… there?”

He points. Thancred lets his head drop against a wall. Yes, perhaps it is a bit much to presume that they are still a secret organization, but they can at least pretend.

The vendor finds the check, and the return proceeds smoothly. Ikael wanders away looking absolutely devastated, but at least he does not cause any more monetary problems.

As soon as he is out of earshot, Thancred smoothly steps in, giving the vendor his most charming smile.

“What a lovely assortment of toys you have here, my dear,” he wheedles. “Say, that giant bear—how much for it?”

The vendor glances in the direction Ikael left, something like pity flitting across their face. But Thancred is a willing buyer, and of course they will not turn him down. They rattle off a price, Thancred barters with a smile and a few honeyed words, and a few minutes later Thancred is the owner of an only-slightly-overpriced Bigsy. Paid for directly, this time.

Ikael does not seem to have returned to the Waking Sands, so it is little issue to drop the bear off in his room. Thancred sets him—it; Thancred sets it—down on Ikael’s bed, giving its stomach a little pat before leaving. Hopefully, Ikael will return ere long. Thancred fancies that Bigsy will feel his absence if he does not.

~*~

Thancred is just about dozing off when he hears a timid rap on his door. He allows himself a smile before schooling his expression and getting up.

Surely enough, it is Ikael. But something is wrong; his face is twisted, and although he will not meet Thancred's eyes, there is a set to his own that makes Thancred think the avoidance is not out of shyness.

“Can I—can I speak with you?” Ikael requests in a soft voice. Thancred nods, stepping back, but Ikael instead turns on his heel and totters off. Thancred closes his door and follows him.

They go to Ikael’s room. Thancred sees Bigsy, lying on the bed, blankets lovingly tucked around him. He has to smile at the sight. He turns to Ikael to make a comment, only to find sharp eyes watching his expression intently.

“It was you,” Ikael blurts before Thancred can say anything.

Thancred smiles once more, even as Ikael’s expression twists. “Yes, it was me,” he says. “But do not worry ab—”

“Why would you—why would you do that?” Ikael demands, voice wet. “I-I-I—was it to get me in trouble with—with Tataru?” He smears a wrist across his eyes. “I-is it to—I-I don’t know how to—I can’t—I…”

He takes a slow, shuddering breath, closing his eyes. Thancred frowns, fearing that he has greatly misunderstood something. “Ikael,” he begins.

Ikael shakes his head vigorously. “No!” he says. “No—stop. I-I… I can give you the money, and then you go back and pay, alright? Or—or…” His face creases. “I-I’ll have to go return him again. Did you—did you want me to get arrested? I-is that it?”

This time, Thancred looks at him in some shock. “You think I stole him?” he exclaims, any momentary sympathetic thought fleeing at that presumption.

Ikael looks at Bigsy, and what is left of his expression crumples. He stumbles his way over, climbing onto the bed and curling up against Bigsy’s woolen torso. He wraps himself in his arms.

“I don’t know,” he cries, voice muffled. “Didn’t you? To—to—make me get into trouble?”

Thancred sits on the bed. “Whyever would I do such a horrid thing?” he says. Ikael peeks at him. Thancred's deep frown seems to be indication enough that he is perhaps jumping to at least one conclusion, if not many, because he untenses somewhat.

“So you… you didn’t steal him?” Ikael ventures. He sounds incredibly hesitant.

Thancred's mouth twinges. “No,” he says shortly. “And I dread to imagine why you would think me willing to do such a thing.”

It stings a little, to be quite honest. But perhaps it has been a rougher week for Ikael than Thancred had guessed, and the assumption is owed more to that than his character. Hopefully, at least.

Ikael straightens up, ever-so-slowly. “Because you… still hate me because of the vase thing,” he says in a small voice.

It is because of that, then. Thank the Twelve.

“I would not hold such a trifling incident against you,” Thancred says, lessening his frown a little.

Ikael says nothing in direct response, apparently rendered momentarily speechless. He shifts Bigsy’s arms to hug himself tighter.

“Besides,” Thancred continues, “It would be remiss of me to hold you accountable for a crime you did not even commit.”

Ikael immediately stills. “U-uh,” he stammers, “What do you—what—what do you mean?”

Even now, he is bad at this. Thancred gives him a pointed look, raising his eyebrows. “Really, Ikael,” he says, “You are a terrible liar. And if you are going to cover for someone, at least have a solid alibi. Or one at all.”

Ikael opens and closes his mouth uselessly for a few seconds, as if the possibility that Thancred had easily seen through his flimsy lie is unfathomable to him. He probably does not even know what an alibi is.

“So you… don’t hate me?” he manages after an awkwardly long minute. “You—you—why did you�� why did you steal Bigsy, then?”

“I didn’t steal him,” Thancred gently reminds him. He reaches forward to pet Bigsy’s soft arm. To his mild amusement, Ikael takes Bigsy’s other arm and pets him back. “You seemed very attached to him. It seemed a shame to break up such a strong relationship, so I bought him back for you.”

Ikael’s already teary eyes become shinier. He squeezes Bigsy tightly, much like he had earlier that day in the market.

“Today’s been such a—such a—horrid week,” he sobs. Thancred makes a sympathetic noise, politely not pointing out how little sense that makes. “And—and… you hated me because of the vase and then Bigsy was my only friend and then he left and…”

Thancred pats Ikael on the leg, offering what compassion he can give. Bigsy seems better-equipped to handle a crying Ikael than he is.

Thankfully, Ikael seems to get over himself before too long. He pulls Bigsy over, sniffling only a little, and drapes them both over a surprised Thancred.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, squeezing very gently. Thancred feels a touch of wetness on his neck.

“You are very welcome, my dear friend,” he replies, slowly hugging back. He feels an unbidden smile tug at his lips and allows it, only lightly rolling his eyes at himself. Gods forbid he is surprised at a sincere hug from Ikael of all people.

But he supposes a good deed does, as they say, eventually return to those who perform it.

~*~

#ikael #thancred #writing #drabble #hello hello!#it is i with a Writing

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1twistedsister · 6 years

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Five Things

I was tagged by @prettywordsyouleft and I really have nothing better to do atm, so here we go!

🎆 5 things you can find in my bag

Keys

Hand sanitizer

Wallet

Box cutter (for work)

Name tag (also for work)

🎆 5 things you can find in my room

Yarn in every crevice (totally stole your answer)

Watson (my cat)

Books

Snacks

Toy hammock (homemade!) filled with my stuffed animals

🎆 5 of my favorite things

Kpop / Kdramas

Crocheting

Popcorn

Elvira

Asian food

🎆 5 things I’m into rn

Monty Python

Stranger Things (NEW SEASON 3 TRAILER WOOOOO!)

One OK Rock (hyping myself up for their concert on Sunday!)

Netflix

Sundresses

🎆 5 things on my to-do list

Finish this vest I’m crocheting

Paint my nails

Clean Watson’s box

Vacuum my room

Put all my shoes away

🎆 5 first songs, playlist on shuffle

(I don’t have a playlist atm, so I’ll just go off the last 5 songs played on my YT history)

Do Your Worst - Rival Sons

Cry to Me - Marc Broussard

Bom Bidi Bom - Nick Jonas & Nicki Minaj

Touch Me - Private Life

You Are the Best Thing - Ray Lamontagne

I really only follow a handful of people, so if you wanna do this, go right ahead. :)

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nurplenurple · 6 years

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Tag Game

I was tagged by @egglorru

last?

drink: I forget what brand this is but "Throat Coat" tea phone call: my boyfriend text message: my boyfriend song you listened to: Selena - Bidi Bidi Bom Bom time you cried: Last week on my birthday

ever?

dated someone twice: wat? I don't really understand the question but in any case, the answer is no. kissed someone and regretted it: no been cheated on: no lost someone special: Yes, my brother. Darkest day of my life. gotten drunk and thrown up: Nope! fave colors?: I LOVE PINK OKAY THERE I SAID IT

in the last year have you?

made new friends: Yep! :D fallen out of love: no laughed until you cried: Yep! found out someone was talking about you: Not that I can remember met someone who changed you: nuh uh found out who your friends are: I have like three friends and they're all my best friends for lyfe <3 kissed someone on your Facebook friends list: My boyfriend isn't even on facebook so nah

general

how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: All except one do you have any pets: Miya, my toy poodle! He (yes, HE! He was named after Miya from the band MUCC. I was super into Jrock back when we got him lol) is my baby and I love him soooo much ;A; do you want to change your name: Not really what did you do for your last birthday: My best friend and I went to San Japan! what time did you wake up today: like 2pm? am a nightowl what were you doing last night at midnight: drawing probably what is something you can’t wait for: To watch Maquia: When the Promised Flower Blooms! what are you listening to right now: nothing have you ever talked to a person named tom: Probably something that gets on your nerves: Lots of things, but I'm tired and I can't remember any lmao most visited website: Tumblr hair colour: Dark brown long or short hair: Long what do you like about yourself: lots of things want any piercings: Eyebrow, and the labret I had in high school healed up so that, too blood type: I forgot nicknames: Genghis, nickname from high school, don't remember how the fuck that came to be but there it is XD; relationship status: Taken (6 years! or 7? I lost count...he is so much better at keeping track than I am XD;; ) zodiac sign: *Jenna Marbles voice* I'M A VIRGO!! fave tv show: Like regular tv? Breaking Bad is my all time favorite!! Orange Is The New Black is pretty rad, too tattoos: none....not yet anyway right or left handed: Right ever had surgery: Gall bladder, wisdom teeth piercings: my labret closed up years ago so no....sigh.... sports: no trainers: Pokemon eating: I'm not eating right now but the last thing I ate was Taco Bell drinking: Tea i’m about to watch: Game Grumps waiting for: I dunno... want: Money get married: Yeah most likely career: Trophy wife hugs or kisses: HUGS lips or eyes: Lips shorter or taller: Who cares as long as they're hot older or younger: Who cares as long as they're hot and over 18 nice arms or stomach: Oof, biceps hookup or relationship: RELATIONSHIP~ troublemaker or hesitant: Hesitant

have you ever?

kissed a stranger: No drank hard liquor: Yes lost glasses: YES! IN THE OCEAN! ON A MIDDLE SCHOOL FIELD TRIP! UGH turned someone down: Yes sex on the first date: No broken someone’s heart: No had your heart broken: No been arrested: Yes cried when someone died: Yes fallen for a friend: No

do you believe in

yourself: Yeah, sure miracles: No love at first sight: No kiss on the first date: I...don't actually like kissing...D: angels: No

other?

best friend’s name: Michelle, Jolie, Rhonda <3 eye colour: Dark Brown fave movie: Currently the LOTR Trilogy (you can't seperate them, it is law) and Your Name favourite actor: don't really have one favourite food: Sushi and Pizza extrovert or introvert: Introvert favourite flower: Peonies favourite hello kitty character? Keroppi!

I tag whoever wants to do it! :P

#tag

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kittens-candyland · 3 years

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he whined softly a little droll string breaking when you took off the gag, he leaned into your touch his bidy shiviering at the smallest of your touches, he swallowed a little taking quite a moment but still very hazed through the vibrators constantly making his nerves flare up, he shook his head a little, it indicated a negative anwser

..too.. much-

he choked out, his voice was raspy, very very weak, but he said what he did, it was too much, he couldnt come any more, there was nothing left, only clear liquid constantly dripping from his tip and the overstimulation hazing his mind enough to stop his vision from focusing and making him dizzy

-Bakugo💣

I thought you could take it, baby

I smiled, turning the toy off and taking it off his dick, causing his whole upper body to crash on top of me as he cried against my shoulders

hey, baby, you’re alright…’m here for you, mhm? Does it hurt?

I asked softly, massaging his scalp as my other hand rubbed his back softly

do you need something, my love?

#— 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 [💥]

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dailykhaleej · 4 years

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Coronavirus: UAE residents get creative amid COVID-19 outbreak

Joseph Terterian, 32, is releasing a canopy model of Toni and I’s chart topper ‘Dance Monkey’ utilizing exerts from everybody’s self isolation experiences. Picture Credit score: Equipped

Dubai: UAE residents are remodeling their properties, balconies and dwelling areas into makeshift work and leisure modules in the course of the coronavirus pandemic and are sharing their concepts on social media for the good thing about all.

The music video

Joseph Terterian is releasing a canopy model of Dance Monkey utilizing footage from everybody’s Keep Dwelling experiences for the music video Picture Credit score: Equipped

Armenian expat Joseph Terterian, 32, is releasing a canopy model of Toni and I’s chart topper ‘Dance Monkey’ with Bulgarian producer Stoyan Stoyanov Storn.

“The undertaking was really recorded in January and a music video was purported to be shot in March, nonetheless as a result of present COVID-19 scenario and the UAE authorities measures to curb the unfold of it, the track now’s being performed – let’s say – a bit in a different way,” he stated.

“In assist of the marketing campaign, ‘Keep Dwelling, Keep Secure’, Stoyan and I made a decision to shoot a music video utilizing clips of individuals in their very own properties. The thought concerned having folks within the video who had been to participate on this constructive and enjoyable undertaking.”

“It was heartening to see how UAE residents supported me on this initiative. They’ve all volunteered their time to make this undertaking come to gentle. In some ways this can be a testomony to solidarity and the way the neighborhood is coming collectively as one giant unit to battle COVID-19.

“Now, in a scenario like this, I really feel the have to be linked with music much more.”

The balcony marathon

Colin Allin and his spouse Hilda ran 2,222 laps of their 19-metre balcony in Meydan to finish a 42.2-km marathon Picture Credit score: Equipped

South African expats Collin and Hilda Allin even ran a 42.2-km marathon over 2,222 laps of their 19-metre balcony in Meydan final Saturday. They streamed their run on Fb stay to 7,000 folks around the globe and now plan to do extra such runs with the participation of others worldwide to attempt to elevate funds and consciousness for coronavirus, notably in poorer nations.

“We began at 6am within the morning and it took 4 and half hours of precise working,” stated Collin.

Initially he had feared there could be complaints from neighbours as a result of music at that hour, however he was pleasantly stunned.

“Folks had been making music requests, cheering us on and even becoming a member of in,” he stated.

“Since this virus, there was an increase within the sense of neighborhood. Everybody looks like we’re on this collectively, and we will survive this collectively,” he added.

“Turning round was a giant battle. You run, then you definately cease, flip after which speed up once more. Think about doing that over 2,000 instances, it’s such an unnatural motion in your physique. We additionally received rained on early within the morning at round 7am. The entire balcony turned an ice rink, we had been slipping and sliding in every single place. Then by noon it turned extraordinarily scorching and we received sunburnt.”

The house DJ

Golf equipment are shut however DJ Karim Barkouki continues to entertain listeners over Instagram Picture Credit score: Equipped

Thirty-five-year-old Egyptian expat and DJ Karim Barkouki has taken to Instagram to get his music throughout to listeners now that the golf equipment are shut.

“Since Dubai is a multicultural society I attempt to please each side of the group,” he stated. “I play all kinds – Hip hop, Rnb, old fashioned, afrobeats, lure, oldies/disco, home music, reggaeton, reggae, dancehall and Arabic music for weddings, company occasions and upon request. It is very important preserve hopes up and keep constructive so I attempt to herald humour into the entire thing. I placed on a scary masks, crack just a few jokes and play alongside. Positivity has to come back from inside and one should unfold the cheer far.”

The distant quizmaster

Ross Crist is holding quizzes from house in the course of the downtime Picture Credit score: Equipped

American expat Ross Crist, 33 – a lecturer who doubles up as an occasion host and presenter – has been internet hosting quizzes from the confines of his house.

He, like Joseph and Karim needs to achieve out to folks, preserve them busy, away from all of the worry and anxiousness over COVID-19.

“It’s a good time to get each one’s thoughts off the coronavirus,” he stated.

To maintain folks engaged, Crist has tied up with a restaurant in Palm Jumeirah, Bidi Bondi, to provide away prizes for quiz winners. Crist anticipates Monday will see a giant turnout because the final quiz he hosted whereas in self-quarantine noticed 100 folks logging in as contributors. “It went rather well and seeing the success of this, I’ve determined to host one other one.”

The balcony pool celebration

Beatriz Meirelles with canine Bella on the balcony she has transformed for one-person pool events Picture Credit score: Equipped

In the meantime, Brazilian expat Beatriz Meirelles, 30, a relationship supervisor for a Dubai lodge, is upholding her love of pool and seaside events regardless of the ‘Keep Dwelling, Keep Secure’ marketing campaign.

“To distract myself and my buddies from the present scenario the world goes by way of I’ve created a “seaside membership” proper right here in my balcony with a tiny inflatable pool, a music system and my canine Bella’s toys. We [Bella and me] get pleasure from some solar proper right here within the security of my home. Throughout a self-isolation time, it is very important preserve your self busy in the best and constructive approach. Discover issues to do – whether or not it’s figuring out, studying books, listening to music or doing one thing creative. For me it’s about doing issues round the home for the good thing about my canine and me.”

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organizedcharm · 7 years

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At the end of every school year, I make a plan for the next year. I like to do this while I’m still IN my classroom, because it helps me think much more practically about the space, needs and functionality of everything! (Plus, who wants to think about school stuff over summer break?) Last year was my first year in this classroom, which meant it was the first year I got to observe my Kindergarteners in the environment. There were some spaces I loved and some that I wanted to completely rework. Which brings me to where I am now… one of the biggest things I wanted to do was to get MATCHIIING CONTAINERS for the different parts of the room! I needed them for organizing: My teaching shelf Learning materials in the cabinets Weekly workshop materials the children take to their tables Y’all. I have literally spent HOURS looking on Amazon and other websites to find durable containers, in bulk, that look moderately attractive. If you are a teacher (or a parent organizing a playroom), benefit from my research and skip straight to these stores! Dollar Tree Start here! I can’t believe I never knew (until this year) that Dollar Tree has a website! Did you know this?! It’s like the store but even better because you can always find the number and colors that you’re looking for! You do have to buy in bulk but, whenever I’m shopping at Dollar Tree, I’m usually buying a ridiculous number anyway (“Yes, I’m looking for 35 picture frames” or “29 composition books”). I got 36 of these adorable locker bins for (you guessed it) $36! Really Good Stuff This is a website that I have always heard of, but never actually shopped on because I thought it was expensive. However, after I started looking, I didn’t think it was unreasonable at all. The items are higher quality than they might be if they came from Dollar Tree or Target’s Dollar Spot, so the price matches! Plus, most containers come in packs of 5, and they typically give a discount once you’ve ordered a certain number. Plus, THE COLORS! They are beautiful and you can choose which color scheme you would like! I ordered 20 paper baskets in pink, blue, green, and orange. The Container Store You would think that, with a name like “The Container Store”, this would be the first place I would look. However, I completely forgot about it! Most people use The Container Store for individual home or office needs, so I will say that they are a little pricier than “teacher stores”. However, I found some really great paper trays for $2.99 each (that I may or may not be getting)! Target And of course, if all else fails, go to Target. I put Target last because the price is usually highest (even in the glorious Dollar Spot). Last year, I bought all of the canvas bins they had available! They've been great for storing bulky or awkwardly-sized things (like toy dinosaurs or my collection of smaller containers)! In my experience, those have been the most affordable places to buy containers in bulk! If you have some different suggestions, please share them below! I'm sure your kids will definitely appreciate all of the matching containers in your room... and if they don't, at least it will make you happy :)

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pen-masta · 8 years

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Old Habits New Sparks

Just some cute fluff. Enjoy.

Mikey smiles over the counter at his little brother, Castel, playing with his friend of one year. They both lie on the floor, on their bellies, facing each other. Castel, the mini baby nerd he is, is reading his space book. While Joy on the other hand swings her feet back and forth in the air, humming loudly as she scribbles in her art book with her crayon—she’s actually got a lot of talent for a six-year-old.

Considering he won’t go back to school until February, Mikey has been babysitting his baby brother and Joy after they get out of school for the past few weeks. But today is Sunday and he’s not the only one watching after the two little tikes today. His mom sits on the couch watching her youngest son and his friend entertain themselves. Zack is helping their dad shovel the newly fallen snow from the driveway, while Mikey cooks up a warm lunch to have on such an icy day.

Mikey smiles and sprinkles in some more brown sugar into the bubbling creamy tomato soup, before flipping the sandwiches on his skillet. He’s glad Castel and Joy hit it off right away after they met that day in the park, Joy is the perfect counterpart for his dorky baby brother. Even at their young ages they each have shown so much personality and interests.

Joy loves art—finger painting, coloring, drawing, she even brought over a bunch of colored clay one time to model. She’s quite the quirky little tike, she’s silly and goofy, sweet and kind, a little bossy sometimes but she’s never mean. And even at her young age she seems to have a great sense of humor. She always tries to make you laugh—most of the time she’s very successful. Not only does she have a colorful personality she also has a colorful…everything else. She always wears mismatched clothes of all different kinds and colors; she looks like a little gypsy.

Even now as she draws in her art book she’s wearing a bright pink t-shirt, a lime green hoody, bright colored mismatched knee high socks, light up sneakers, beaded necklaces from their latest arts and crafts at school, a raspberry burette sits among her brown curly braid, and a big frilly rainbow tutu. Mikey chuckles a little at the splattered paint on her cheeks from their early morning finger painting project. And he smiles guessing her parents probably let her dress herself…and judging by the determination in the little sprout no one was going to get her to change.

He glances over his shoulder at his baby brother. An unruly mop of brown curls bounces ever so slightly when the boy turns his head to read the next page in his book. Dawning his favorite jean overalls with the little tiger on the front pocket, his favorite red flannel shirt, and his slightly muddy and untied red sneakers, the little boy lies on the floor next to a stack of books—each a reading level higher than the standard first grade books.

Castel wasn’t much for art on his own, although if it was something Joy wanted to do he’d join in. But he prefers reading over paint brushes. Castel also loves his Legos and his building blocks. He loves creating all kinds of things with his various blocks and connecting cubes. Even though he’s only been in school for a year now, his teacher has already seen a great deal of intelligence in him. He reads much faster than his peers, he has a great understanding and grasp on the information he reads, and he’s always the first one done his work—hardly ever having any answers incorrect.

After talking with his parents, the teacher decided to give Castel some second-grade work to see how he’d do. And to everyone’s amazement the work wasn’t hard at all for Castel, and since then she’s been giving him second grade level work and has let him borrow some second-grade level books from the school’s library. He had even asked their mom to teach him “that funny language she always talks in right before daddy’s cheeks turn red” as Castel had put it from his seven-year-old observations.

Castel is a sweet little boy and always has fun with Joy and his brothers. But when he’s alone he keeps to himself; engrossed in his book about cars, or computers, or dinosaurs. One thing that has grabbed the little boy’s attention is mysteries and monsters.

Often times when he and Joy go out in the yard to play he takes her around the yard scouring around for footprints of giants, or hairs of werewolves, or any signs of bats. But he always makes sure they go out with scarfs around their necks in case some stray vampire finds them. Joy doesn’t seem to mind the imaginary hunts; she always joins in helping him hunt around the yard following whatever trail he’s on.

Although most of their monster hunts come up empty—much to Castel’s dismay—they did however catch a creature one time. Castel has found some footprints in the dirt that lead to the garage where a greasy wrinkled monster was hunkered behind the opened door of the fridge. The two had screamed and charged the beast tackling him to the ground. Joy had thrown her sand pail over the monster’s head while Castel tied the beast’s ankles together with his jump rope. It wasn’t until everyone had run out into the garage that the two realizes the greasy wrinkled monster was Castel’s dad working on his car.

Mikey laughed at how disheveled their dad looked and how their mom teased him about how easily the big bad cop was taken down by two first graders. Mikey shakes his head at the memory as he cuts the sandwiches and puts them on their designated plates.

“Lunch is ready,” he announces as he takes the soup off of the stove.

Castel and Joy both spring up and race each other to the table while Mrs. Cubs goes outside to get Zack and Mr. Cubs. Joy kneels on the seat next to Castel and they both sit patiently waiting for the rest of the family. Once everyone is seated at the table Mikey brings over a stack of grilled cheese sandwiches and the pot of soup. He then brings over a green and orange plastic plates and bowls.

“Cheddar, Swiss, Mozzarella, ham, and tomato grilled cheese sandwiches with hot tomato soup.” He smiles and places the plates in front of Joy and Castel, “Cut into dinosaurs as requested.”

“Thanks Mikey,” Joy smiles a front-toothless grin up at him.

Joy goes to take her dinosaur shaped sandwich into her hands, but Castel grabs her tiny hand before she can. She looks at him a little surprised, but she quickly smiles watching Castel examine both of their sandwiches. Castel’s brow furrows in concentration and the little boy wiggles in his seat a moment and fidgets while he stares at their food. After a second he turns to his big brother and opens his mouth to speak, but Mikey beats him to it.

“Yes, I made them with garlic bread to keep away the vampires,” he chuckles down at his little brother.

Castel closes his mouth into a smile and nods. Mikey grins and tickles the little boy’s sides for a moment making the smaller male giggle and squirm in his seat—which in turn causes Joy to giggle as well and everyone else to smile. Mikey then places a kiss on top of the mop of curls before taking his seat next to his mom.

She puts her hand on his and smiles, “Thank you for cooking Michael.” She whispers to him, “He’s been so picky lately your sandwiches are among the few foods he’s willing to eat.”

Mikey smiles brightly, “It’s no problem Ma I love cooking. Especially for little Cassie,” he chuckles a little. “He’s very picky I know, but he’s my best customer.”

She smiles at her oldest son as everyone begins to eat. Castel picks up the warm sandwich with his chubby little hands, and bites into it. He smiles at how the cheese gushes out the sides as he does so. The table is quiet for all of ten seconds before Joy pipes up.

“Cassie and I are getting married!” She says smiling brightly.

Everyone at the table giggles and smiles at the two youngest of the group.

“Is that so?” Mrs. Cubs asks smiling brightly and folding her hands under her chin.

Joy nods, “Uh huh.” She grins and dunks her sandwich dinosaur’s head into the hot red soup. “See Mrs. Nikki gives the good kids a prize every Friday.” Joy explains and bites off the head of the now soggy dinosaur shaped sandwich. “You can either have a piece of candy from the candy bag or get a toy from the treasure chest.”

She swallows her half masticated mushed up cheesy meaty sandwich, before beaming. “Cassie always gets on the good list and he always gets a toy from the treasure chest. So when he gets a prize this week he’s gonna get one of those bubble container thingy-ma-bobs with the ring inside.”

She explains and dunks her sandwich again, “And I want to have one for him so I’m going to be extra good this week, so I can be on the good list.”

“You’re not on the good list?” Mr. Cubs smirks and raises a brow at the little girl.

Joy looks down bashfully and her cheeks turn pink, “Not always. Mrs. Nikki says I talk too much when I’m not supposed to.” Her smile brightens again, “But I’m gonna be good this whole week so I can get a prize for Cassie.”

“Another ring?” Zack asks stirring his soup.

“Nope,” Joy shakes her head popping her P. “Cassie likes ring pops so when Mrs. Nikki asks if I want candy bag or the treasure chest I’m going to say the candy bag. Then I’m gonna pick out a ring pop.”

“Sounds very thought out,” Mikey chuckles and bites into his sandwich.

“Where is the wedding happening?”

“At recess this Friday,” Joy says jubilantly. “It’s gonna be me and Cassie and my friends Jenny, and Bethany, and Holly, and Amber.” She bounces on her knees as she takes another bite of her sandwich, “We’re gonna get married under the jungle jim and Amber is gonna be the marrying person thingy.”

“Very thought out indeed,” Mr. Cubs chuckles. “So whose idea was all of this?”

“Mine,” Joy smiles. “Well mine and Holly and Jenny and Bethany and Amber’s…I guess it was all of us.”

“I see,” Zack smiles and nudges Mikey with his elbow. The two brothers giggle for a moment before they smile at their kid brother.

“And Cassie,” Mikey grins. “How do you feel about this?”

“Ready to not be single anymore?” Zack laughs.

Castel puts down his sandwich and opts to stir his soup. The little boy doesn’t take his eyes off his dalmatian puppy spoon as it circles around in his soup. But he does acknowledge his brothers’ questions with a shrug.

“You’re all set to get hitched?” Zack teases, “Eerr married I mean.”

Castel just shrugs again, “I don’t mind really.” He looks up at his brothers and his eyes sparkle, “I’ve been searching the playground for weeks and I’m almost positive I’ve found where the abominable snowman lives.” His little face brightens, “Everyone is gonna help me look after the wedding. They all promised. We’re gonna catch him!” The little boy says happily and slurps up his soup.

Mr. and Mrs. Cubs exchange a worried glance about the same time Zack and Mikey do. But then they all smile again and go back to eating their lunch. Joy starts singing aloud and dunks her sandwich in her soup continuously; causing waves to ripple through her bowl, splashing out of the bowl. Mikey chuckles and watches the two little kids eat their lunches. Castel slurps his soup watching Joy play in her soup.

Joy stops and holds her sandwich in the bowl until the bread starts to fall apart in the red liquid. Castel watches for a moment as her sandwich descending down into the hot liquid. Just before Joy’s fingers touch the soup, Castel grabs her hand and yanks it away from the bowl. Joy makes a surprised yipping sound before looking at Castel. The two children narrow their eyes at one another, both glaring at the other with their lips in the same tight line. There is silence between them while they stare each other down—the only sound is some light snickering from the rest of the family. After a moment Castel picks up his napkin and hands it to Joy for her hand. She takes it and cleans herself up, while watching him take her splatter painted spoon into his hand. Carefully he scoops out the huge chunk out of her bowl and plops the mushy, nasty glob onto her plate.

They look at each other again and after another moment of glares their faces brighten and Castel smiles at her. Joy grins, grabs the straps of his overalls, and pulls him towards her. She plants a big sloppy, wet, cheesy, tomato soup-y kiss on his cheek with a very loud and acute ‘mwah!’ sound.

Castel whines noisily and wipes his cheek clean, “Gross!”

Joy bursts into giggles along with the rest of the family. After they finish eating Joy and Castel decide to go outside for a while. After Mrs. Cubs makes sure they are both bundled up so much they can hardly put their arms down, the two disappear into the frozen wonderland that fills the backyard. Mrs. Cubs watches them play for a few minutes before her smile falters and she looks down at the floor.

“What’s wrong, Felicity?” Mr. Cubs asks seeing the worried look in her face.

She smiles weakly, “I’m just…” she sighs and looks up at her husband. “Cassie hasn’t made any friends other than Joy. He’s been in school for a year now almost two, and he is still alone.”

“He’s not alone,” Mikey chimes in from his spot at the sink. “He has Joy.”

“I know that bébé,” Mrs. Cubs sighs. “And I’m grateful he has her it’s just…Joy has so many other friends than just Cassie.”

“He’s certainly not the social butterfly you two were,” Mr. Cubs chuckles and looks at his older sons. He smiles back at his wife, “Don’t worry sweetheart he’s only seven.”

“He’s got his entire life to make friends,” Zack nods. “And for now he’s got Joy.”

“And she seems to be enough for Cassie,” Mikey smiles.

“He looks happy yes?” Mr. Cubs asks and looks out at the two children playing in the yard. They are chasing each other with snowballs and laughing when they both fall. Mr. and Mrs. Cubs both smile warmly at the sight.

“Yes he is happy,” Mrs. Cubs nods. “As long as he at least has Joy he’ll be fine.”

“Yes,” Mr. Cubs smiles and kisses her cheek.

“Well apparently on Friday they’ll be bound together for life,” Zack snorts. And the kitchen fills with laughter.

That Friday Joy had made it to the good list as she had been determined to and picked a blue raspberry ring pop out of the candy bag. Castel got the little toy ring from the treasure chest and soon the two were standing under the jungle jim for the wedding. They exchanged their rings and Castel wiped his mouth after Joy has pecked his lips with little kiss, followed by her signature ‘mwah!’ sound—similar to the way she kissed his cheek on Sunday. Castel didn’t mind humoring the girls in their marriage game. He’s played house with Joy before and he didn’t see that much of a difference—except this time they’d follow her game up with a monster hunt.

However, all of Joy’s friends disappeared after the wedding leaving Castel on his own for the hunt; breaking their promise. They tried to get Joy to come play some silly game with them, but she insisted that she would much rather go on a monster hunt adventure with her ‘husband’ than play some silly little game. Castel smiled when she took his glove covered hand into her mitten covered one and ran off with him.

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Joy smiles and chuckles a little to herself at the memory. The now twenty-five-year-old sits on the red shag carpet of the living room. It’s been about two years since Castel and Martha broke up; after Castel saw Martha’s true colors he was tore apart for several weeks. When Joy had found him he was curled up on the floor of his kitchen, his hair a disheveled mess, his clothes wrinkled, tear streaks stained his cheeks, and his eyes puffy and red. Very similar to how she’d find him after some girl rejected him in high school, or laughed in his face—except this time he had drunk himself silly. Which was a shock for Joy because Castel was no alcoholic in fact he hadn’t had more than a glass of wine since his twenty-first birthday.

Joy had stayed with him in the big empty house to make sure he could take care of himself again. After he was stable again she had planned to leave, but Castel had asked her to stay. She had her own wing of the mansion now, which was great since she had gotten thrown out of her apartment. Castel was happy to have his best friend with him again and now that it’s been two years since the horrendous break up he’s finally feeling like his old self again.

“What are you laughing at?” Castel asks and pokes her cheek.

She looks at him and it takes her a moment to focus on his face—the alcohol they’ve been drinking affecting her vision. She smiles at him loving how curly his hair has become again, his beard is nothing more than stubble lining his face, and his chocolate eyes are shinning bright again—though something tells her that sparkle is influenced by the alcohol in his system…but she likes to think it’s the happy sparkle that normally fills his eyes. She’s happy that Martha is finally gone, although she never said it so bluntly to him before she never really liked how Martha acted or treated him. She tried to change so much about him and Joy couldn’t stand it. If anything as far as Joy is concerned Castel got at least three things out of their break up. He’s learned how to say ‘no’—which is what caused most of their fights when Martha was being a diva. He’s so much more confident now, knowing he is worth more than the way Martha had treated him.

And finally he no longer has the food police in his house. Martha had always been on him about his body for the press and how he had to look like he just came out of a modeling ad. She was the definition of a health freak—no gluten, no sugar, no BPA, no MSG, no GMOs, no anything. Now free from his chains Castel was final able to go on not caring about what the press would say. He finally doesn’t look like a walking twig branch anymore, sure he always had his muscles but he was so thin. Now he’s got a fuller face and he looks like himself again physically; and Joy is so happy for that.

“Joy,” he chuckles and pokes her nose. “You here with us?”

Joy giggles, “I’m here.”

He grins and sways a little until he leans back against the coffee table. “So why are you laughing?”

“No reason,” she smiles and looks around at the scattered empty bottles of champagne, strawberry wine, and hard cherry sodas.

It’s New Years Eve and they had planned to have a big party with their families, but Mrs. Cubs insisted they have a party at their house. So the families had gathered and played games and danced and had fun, more fun than Joy could even remember having in a long time. After the ball had dropped they had their toast and everyone headed back to their own homes. When Joy and Castel had gotten back to the house they both felt…well happy. Neither wanted the night to end so Castel offered the idea to relax by the fire and break into his cellar. Joy had agreed and now here they sit in front of the roaring fire, her favorite soundtrack playing in the background from her Iphone, and both feeling slightly tipsy and yet comfortable.

Castel smiles, “Come on sharing is caring.” He chuckles his head starting to swim from the two bottles of soda and half…ok a little more than half the bottle of strawberry wine.

Joy smiles softly at him before she pushes her heels off to side along with her sweater jacket. She slides down onto the carpet and is a little taken back by how soft the shag material feels. Castel smiles and looks at the wooden clock that sits on the mantel above the fire place. It reads two thirty in the morning. He chuckles a little and shoves his dress shoes out of the way along with his blazer. He unbuttons his vest and loosens his neck-tie before lying on the floor next to her. The sweet tasting liquor pooling in his gut, the sweet tangy taste of the nectar slowly sliding down from his throat like sap on tree bark. He smiles and hums a little feeling very content where he’s at right now—not just his life but this moment right now. He feels happy and warm and so pleased to be here with Joy. It’s just them again, him and his best friend and he’s so grateful she’s still here with him after all this time she’s still his friend. A fun night with his loved ones, a warm fire, good music, sweet drinks, this amazingly soft carpet, and Joy laying next to him. This moment of bliss feels so…perfect.

They are both silent for a while listening to the soft melody of Someone In The Crowd and the faint crackling of the fire. Joy slurs out that it sounds like that rice cereal that pops. Castel agrees and grins as she sings, “Snap, crackle, pop!” And he finishes with, “Rice Krispies!” They both laugh for a while at that—probably longer than they should have, but neither cares.

Silence falls again but it’s comfortable, it’s always comfortable. The music changes and shift into A Lovely Night the quick upbeat tune filling the air between them. Joy sighs a little and she stares up at the ceiling, still feeling the bubbly tingle of the alcohol but a kind of bittersweet feeling gnaws in her belly.

“Do you remember when we got married?” She asks not looking away from the ceiling.

He chuckles and nods, “Yes I do.” He turns on his side and smiles at her, “Is that what you’ve been thinking about?”

She smiles and looks at him now, “Yes.” She giggles a little, “It was so silly you know.”

“Not really,” he shrugs. “It was kind of sweet.” He chuckles, “I remember you were trying so hard to get onto the good list so you could get a prize.”

She giggles and nods, “Yes I wanted to get you a ring pop instead of that plastic little ring. And then we stood under the jungle jim and traded the two. The plastic one you got and the strawberry ring pop I got.”

“Blue raspberry,” he corrects. She looks at him with a quizzical expression and he smiles. “It was a blue raspberry ring pop you gave me, not strawberry.”

She blinks at him before she smiles, “Oh my gosh you’re right! How could I forget?”

He chuckles and shrugs, “I also remember everyone promising to go on some monster hunt after our little wedding.” He shakes his head.

“Not just any monster hunt Cassie,” she grins and turns on her side facing him. “A hunt for the illusive abominable snowman.” Her face falls into a crest-fallen look, “They all left afterwards.”

“Yeah they did,” he shrugs and looks down at the carpet. “But you didn’t.”

She smiles a little, “That’s cause I loved going on adventures with you.” He looks up at her and her eyes seem to twinkle, “I thought you’d always be a monster hunter.” She giggles, “Have your own paranormal hunting shows.”

He grins again, “Well it’s still a passion of mine.” He runs his hand through his hair kind of sloppily due to the alcohol messing with his sense of direction. “I got so engrossed with my projects I nearly forgot all about those creatures…but I kept it as a side hobby.” He laughs loudly, “I mean if I could leave the business to Amy I would leave right now and head out to West Virgin.”

Joy smiles at how his face brightens as he talks about his love for mysteries. His eyes seem to almost turn into a light brown; filled with excitement. She loves that look.

“The first one I’d hunt down would be Mothman,” he chuckles and lies on his back. “Then the Sheepsquatch and then the Devil Dog and then…well those are my top three.” He says feeling a bit bashful at how nerdy and crazy he must sound.

But Joy smiles, “I hope you’re not planning to run off on these adventures without me.”

He looks at her and sees the kind smile on her face, the same one she always wore when he would go on rants about monster hunts and anomalies when they were children. The look in her eyes he can only read as excitement and awe. She’s serious. She would want to run off into the woods with him hunting down monsters from old folklores. And honestly…there’s no one else he’d want by his side.

She never once thought he was crazy or weird for liking these things, or having theory upon theory about how these creatures came into existence. Or how he can prove their existence, or anything. She would always listen and give input or help him piece clues together, she didn’t care about the weird looks the other kids would give them as they hunted around the playground in search of signs of monsters. She never cared about anything other than having fun with him. Even now years later she still gets just as excited as he does.

“You are so not Martha,” he blurts out smiling. He had meant it as a positive but the slight contortion in her face proves that it didn’t come out that way. “No no I mean I’m glad you’re not.” He says trying to backtrack. He sits up and rubs the back of his neck, “Martha would always tell me to stop going on about non-sense about monsters. She made me feel like I was a freak because I found it interesting.” He sighs a little the pain stabbing his heart, “She never really wanted to share in any of my interests. She only ever wanted to do what she wanted…we could never compromise.”

“Well then I’m glad she’s gone,” Joy says bluntly and sits up. She blinks realizing what she just said and looks at him. “I mean…I’m sorry you didn’t get the happy ending you were hoping for but—”

“I was never happy with her,” he says and smiles at her. “I know what you meant. It’s ok Joy.” He chuckles, “I’m kind of glad it didn’t work out, can you imagine how controlling she’d be if we were married?” He laughs loudly, “It’d be more of a nightmare than when we were dating!

Joy giggles joining in his mirth, knowing that although the pain Martha caused him to feel is still there slightly; he is healing. He’s moving on, he is happy without her in his life. He can finally be himself and not the person she was trying to force him to be. They giggle for a moment before each taking another sip from the almost empty champagne bottle. The giggling continues and soon neither can clearly remember what it is they are laughing about.

Castel smiles and shrugs as a silly thought pops into his head, “Hey maybe it didn’t work out because I was already betrothed to someone else.” He grins at her and winks.

She giggles and shrugs, “Maybe so I mean we were bound together for life that day.”

He chuckles, “You called me your husband for several weeks after that.”

Joy giggles and nods, “I did.”

He smiles as they lay back down , and he’s starting to feel like they are lying a lot closer together than they probably should. He doesn’t say anything though; he just stares up at the ceiling one hand lying on his stomach the other on the floor. He knows her hand is somewhere near his because he can feel the faint warmth it gives off. As they lie there in silence he thinks back to when he first started dating Martha, how he struggled to really love her. How he could never shake the other feelings he had for Joy, feelings that are still very much alive. He rolls through his memories from the time he met her until now, he’s always loved her more than just friends. But he never thought she would ever feel the same and he didn’t want to risk ruining their friendship. But now Martha is gone, she’s been gone for almost two years now and he’s the happiest he’s been in a long time.

“Did it bother you?” Joy asks not looking at him.

“Did what bother me?” He asks still looking at the ceiling.

Joy fidgets on the floor for a moment, “That I called you my husband.”

They both look at each other. The look in her face is cross between love and fear, her cheeks are pink and her eyes are wide. Although he doesn’t understand the fear he smiles a tiny little grin and shakes his head, “Not at all.”

The fear is gone in an instant and her face brightens as she smiles, “I always wanted to ask you if it did, but it just seemed so long ago it was pointless to ask.

He smiles softly and shakes his head, “It never bothered me. I really kind of liked it.” He says before he can stop himself.

Her eyes sparkle a little and her cheeks flush a little more, “So you liked the idea of…us?” She asks in a hushed tone, just above a whisper. And now it’s his turn to blush.

The look in her eyes is so full of love and the fire’s glow highlights her face, making her hair glimmer. She looks beautiful lying next to him and her voice is so soft. It’s so gentle and sweet it’s like a feather trailing down his spine. An electric tingle fills his body, goose bumps to spread over his skin, and his hand twitches involuntarily on the floor. In that one little move he’s managed to find her hand, his pinkie finger now colliding with hers.

His stomach is swirling like mad and his heart is pounding so hard in his chest he’s certain it’s going to burst. He loves the idea of them, he loved that game they played—even if it seemed a little silly to him at the time. He loved being close to her, he’s always loved being with her, he loves her. Could she love him? More than just friends? Could he tell her how much he loves her? He could do it…if he had enough courage to do so; putting their friendship on the line. He doesn’t have that much courage, even with the fair amount of liquor in his system wouldn’t help him out at all. He’s never had liquid courage, he’s only ever gotta the buzz no courage. He swallows a little, wanting to take her hand in his but he can’t seem to get his fingers to work. So their hands remain on the floor just barley touching. Just one step at a time Cubs, he thinks to himself.

He gives her a tiny smile as he manages to finally get his lips moving. “Yes I did.” He says.

Her eyes light up again and she giggles a little, “I did too.” She smiles, “I always wanted to ask you if you did but...”

“It was so far in the past?” He asks and she shakes her head.

“No I was scared.” She says through an airy giggle.

She was scared! She was afraid his answer would be that he didn’t like it! Why else would she be scared? Could she really love him back? He could ask. He wants to ask. But he can’t seem to form any words. Time feels like it has stopped as they lie there smiling at each other, the only thing letting them know that time wasn’t frozen was the soft melody of Here’s To The Hearts mixed with little crackles from the fire playing in the background. His heart hammers in his chest as he smiles feeling her fingers slide under his hand until he clasps her hand; their fingers intertwining.

He could do it! He could jump, he could risk it. He could do it! He can! He opens his mouth just ever so slightly to spew out the words that have been boiling in him since he was a teenager. How much he loves her, how he’s always loved her, even when he was with Martha he loved her. How she’s all he thinks about, how she’s the only one he wants, how if it was just them, just the two of them, the rest of his life and no one else at all he’d be the happiest man on earth. He could do it; he could say it all. But he doesn’t get the chance to because her lips cut him off. His eyes flutter closed as her soft warm lips press against his briefly. She hadn’t meant to kiss him first, but fueled by the alcohol in her tipsy giggly state she couldn’t stop herself. She realizes what she’s doing and her head screams that it was the wrong thing to do. She didn’t know if that’s how he felt to and jumping in like that was not the best way to go.

So she’s pulling away, preparing to see the shock in his eyes. But she doesn’t get to because she never gets away from his face. As soon as he felt her leaning and pulling away his brain went into overdrive.

Forget talking, forget confession, that can come later. Right now in this moment he can tell her how much he loves her without a single word. Before she gets too far away he captures her lips again. He moves his hand from his stomach to cup her cheek as he kisses her. Her naturally sweet taste now has a tang to it from their drinks, and he smiles at the mixed flavors of cherry, strawberry, and her own flavor.

He feels her press back against him, snaking her tongue into his mouth exploring and becoming reacquainted with the contours of his mouth. She smiles into the kiss as fireworks burst in her mind, flashes of millions of colors fill her brain as he devours her lips. Her heart is pounding so fast it feels as though it’s going to jump right out of her chest.

She loves him, she always has. When he was with Martha she forced herself to be happy for him, all she wanted was for him to be happy and if it wasn’t with her she would still be happy for him. She would always love him. And now Martha is gone, gone for good. And he’s hers.

He runs his hand through her hair until he finds her shoulder, where he rests his hand. He kisses her feverishly and deeply, holding her closer. Wow maybe he does have liquid courage. He feels her move her free hand to his shirt, gripping the material on his chest. He slides his hand down from her shoulder to her hip and pulls her close against him.

His heart pounds hard in his ears, and it’s becoming a real challenge to keep breathing steadily but he doesn’t care. His mind has gone into tunnel mode with his only focus on her. Several minutes have past before they break apart.

His cheeks are flushed just as red as hers. Her eyes almost have a dazed glaze over them as she smiles at him, her lips slightly parted as she breaths heavily. His eyes become lidded and smiles panting every so slightly, trying to catch his breath. The faint melody of City Of Stars plays in his ear as he chuckles a little, which causes her to giggle lightly.

“I love you, Joy.” He breaths out and he hears her breath hitch.

Her lips stretch into a wide smile before they are against his again. She pushes back against him kissing him again, before she lets out a breathy, “I love you too, Castel.”

He smiles and kisses her forehead, “Happy new year Joy.” He says before their lips are together again.

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The Halloween List: A Quiet Place, Emelie, and Hereditary

I'm kicking off The Halloween List this year with one of my favorite hidden gems, and two of the biggest Horror movies of 2018. 2018 has been so long that it's easy to forget A Quiet Place even came out back in April, right?

All three of these films attack the family in very different ways. A Quiet Place is about family surviving in a country that's destroyed; Emelie is about a family that thinks it's safe until they hire the wrong babysitter; and Hereditary is about a family haunting itself. Each is powerful, but which kind of conflict is the most effective on you?

A Quiet Place (2018)

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I have been waiting a damned long time for A Quiet Place. Horror has a troubling history of relegating disabled characters to the roles of villains. I wrote about that phenomenon for Fireside Magazine last year. You can take solace in the well-meaning portrayals of Wait Until Dark and Silver Bullet, but those are moves with abled actors cripping it up, and screenplays that pander. They could never get beneath the surface.

Millicent Simmonds is a deaf actor, and she’s the emotional core of this movie. She plays Regan, the oldest child in one of the few families to survive an invasion of monsters. The monsters hunt on sound; they can hear a toy space ship from miles away, and be there in seconds. Regan has saved the family, because since they all know ASL, they know how to communicate and live without speaking. They walk into town to scavenge on paths of sand to quiet their footsteps. They have adapted.

What’s even more rewarding about this disability rep is that Regan isn’t defined by her disability. If a monster is coming, she can’t hear it behind her, but that’s a peril of a moment, not a constant agony. Regan is defined by her grief that she thinks she was responsible for the loss of a younger sibling, and she has some very creative ways of expressing that. It’s not grief about being disabled, or grief that makes her curse it. This is a relief in contrast to a hundred movies about disabled people who curse being trapped in wheelchairs, or wish they could see the sunrise. Disabled people are going to live lives, and regret openly, not narrowly. A Quiet Place gets this.

The movie is strongly constructed, naturally never giving us an exposition dump on where the monsters came from, or how life has been. We can tell what their lives are like by what they keep around the house, and what chores we see them do. It’s at its best when there’s minimal music, letting us sit in the same terrified silence as the family. They have a baby on the way that won’t be easy to deliver in this world, and the kids are restless to live bigger lives. We see them pushing against the boundaries forced on them with a healthy naturalism.

At under 90 minutes, the movie is tight and knows what it wants to do at all times. Its big set pieces, like the kids falling into a corn silo and the threat of drowning in it, all click. The moment you see a nail sticking out of a step in the stairs of their the basement, you know what’s coming. What comes is harrowing. It’s all worth it, too. It yields one of the most cathartic endings in modern Horror.

Emelie (2015)

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Emelie is a movie good enough to kill your career. It is so unsettling that it might have been more commercially successful if it had been worse. I can see some studios not wanting to work with the people involved because they were willing to make this thing.

Emelie is also a great response to John Carpenter’s Halloween. Halloween is a babysitter’s worst fear: that someone will come in the night when no one older is around to help and attack them and the children. But that isn’t the fear of children. Children’s deepest fear is that the babysitter will hurt them. Emelie is about that fear.

Following a disturbingly casual opening sequence in which a babysitter is kidnapped in broad daylight, we meet a small and intensely believable family. There are three kids, the youngest of which is so naturalistically sweet and excitable that he might just be a six year old that the director gave some sugar to and let roam through the set. Here we have a brooding pre-teen older brother who doesn’t want to spend time with his siblings, and a controlling middle-sister who constantly comes up with costume ideas and games for the youngest and most impressionable of the kids. Their parents are going out for a special dinner. They’ll be gone late. At the last minute their sitter has been replaced, but surely she’ll be fine. What could happen?

From there, Emelie would be a much more comfortable movie if the babysitter (guess her name) whipped out a steak knife and chased these kids. But it’s not a conventional Horror movie. She has the kids pose for photos that seem like a game to them, but are inappropriately morbid to the audience. There’s a scene where she invites the oldest boy into the bathroom with her that isn’t explicitly sexual or violent, but is palpably uncomfortable because even the boy knows this isn’t normal. Scene by scene, the movie pushes you to guess what she’s planning to do to them. The suspense is almost Hitchcockian, except she’s more of a black box than most of Hitchcock’s villains.

The older brother has to pull it together and find ways to call for help when the sitter hasn’t technically done anything explicable yet. It’s surprisingly effective character growth for the kid, who begins the movie as a pouting brat, and who wouldn’t be equipped to stand up to an adult no matter what his attitude was. He’s the only line of protection and he’s intensely vulnerable – perhaps the most vulnerable because Emelie reads him like a book from the minute she steps into the house.

I can’t recommend this to most parents. Many of my friends are having kids now, and for most of them, the natural fear for their children is going to make the tension of this movie too much. Again, it’s not a movie that has them eaten alive or smashed by a hammer. It’s the slow menace that will be too much. It’s easier and more escapist to fear that a werewolf, vampire, or even a serial killer will come in from outside your neighborhood and go after your family. Emelie is a movie about someone you think you can trust.

I spent so much of the ending of this movie yelling at the TV. No movie has sunk its teeth into me like this in years.

Hereditary (2018)

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This is Ari Aster’s debut film. You know you’ve done well when critics argue whether the first movie you’ve ever made is a masterpiece. The guy has an entire career to turn in his masterpiece, but sure, let’s work ourselves into a froth now.

Anything Hereditary does well at all, it does masterfully. If it had a different ending, it’d probably be my favorite movie of the year because of how powerful the rest of it is. Instead it’s one of the best movies that I don’t feel like rewatching.

There are few pieces of art in any medium about an abusive family member dying before anyone gets catharsis from them. You probably have someone in your family who died before someone else got closure with them, and if you’re lucky enough not to, you definitely know somebody whose family has that kind of suffering. Hereditary wallows in the discomforting legacy of a grandmother who traumatized both her daughter and granddaughter. She’s dead, and her shadow is still longer than that of any living member of the family. She haunts them figuratively, and eventually we’ll wonder if she’s doing it literally.

Toni Collette deserves all the praise for her performance that she’s gotten. Nominate her for stuff, and write her fan mail. She lays bare this damaged mother who knows she can’t let go, who hates her mother for always interfering in her parenting, and demeaned her daughter for not being a boy. At the same time this life has made her so uptight and repressed that she can’t talk to her kids honestly without exploding. It took one scene to sell me on this movie, when Collette’s character went to a grief support group and her hatred of her own insecurities flowed out of her. This is not a stock Horror character with stock Horror angst. This is something real and festering, that makes you wish exorcisms worked on trauma.

And suspense? The clucking of a tongue here is scarier than the rev of a chainsaw in another movie.

It’s to Hereditary’s credit that act one pivoted the film somewhere entirely different than I’d expected. This isn’t a “and there are also ghosts!” pivot. This is a demolition of the family’s status quo mid-grieving process, which is the sort of curveball I could only expect A24 films to support. Suffice to say that this family goes through a Hell that, even without the eerie and horrific elements, you can’t expect any family to be equipped to deal with.

If this movie had come out in the 1980s, it would be a part of the canon right next to The Shining and Rosemary’s Baby.

It’s 2018 now, and I’m not surprised that mainstream audiences hated it.

It is an unpleasant movie with an unpleasant view of both family and the supernatural. The characters lack agency because the themes of powerlessness before death and grief are so important, and that builds to an ending that is both tricky to understand and, once you understand it, doesn’t feel worth sitting through an entire movie to get to. It has more to say about who we are as people than the average Horror movie, but the actual payoff of its climax is just another example of an overwhelming trend that I’m sick of. No matter how well executed the rest of your story is, the ending needs to satisfy. Hopelessness is not its own answer.

Come back Friday for Slice, Summer of '84, and the new hotness that is Nicholas Cage's Mandy!

Source: http://johnwiswell.blogspot.com/2018/10/the-halloween-list-quiet-place-emelie.html

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Why Do Cats Chatter?

Your cat is crouched on your window sill. It is very tense and intently focused on a squirrel, a bird or some other prey. The jaws of your cat are slightly parted and the tail is lashing as it produces some chattering cry. The chatter almost sounds like the bird.

It is always fascinating to watch your cat inn predator mode. But you just cannot help but wonder, is something wrong? Is the cat feeling unwell? Is she trying to communicate something? But simply put, you have nothing to worry about.

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Why do cats chatter at birds

The fact that cat do not do this as often has led to most people being unaware of it. Up to this day, cat chattering is for the most art a mystery. Scientists have not yet given a tangible reason why cats chatter.

However, they have shown some light on how it happens. It is simple. The cat opens its mouth and makes a very different and unique sound. In this moment, the mouth is wide open and vibrating. The teeth are visible.

Cats feature some modified scent glands located on the roof of the mouth and just behind the nose. The glands are referred to as VNO (Vomer nasal organs). When a cat chatters, it could probably be moving the air right across the said glands to get an even better idea of its prey. So basically what a cat is saying when it is chattering is, ‘I can definitely see you, I am interested, but somehow, I cannot seem to smell you.’

So is cat chattering normal? Yes, it is. The lack of scientific evidence to support its occurrence does not mean it is not. Actually, there are several theories that try to explain chattering in cats. You can prefer any theory you wish.

Theories

The chattering behaviour some cats indulge in when they see a squirrel or a bird is popularly believed to be as a result of some deep rooted predator instinct in them. Large and small cats in the world are believed to exhibit this behaviour.

They do this when they are not in a position to reach the prey they are eyeing. You might have noticed that this happens when the cat is viewing their prey from behind a window. Some scientists say that the chattering happens as the cat is trying to express its frustration. Aside from prey, the frustration may also build up when chasing a laser point. Simply put, chattering occurs when the cat cannot get to something it wants.

The other theory is slightly more violent. It explains that the chattering by cats is more of a reflex when they are about to kill their prey. Speaking of killing, cats are almost perfect hunters. They have an innate ability to kill prey that is considerably bigger.

Being predators, cats kill their prey using their teeth. They go for the jugular on the neck of the prey’s head. Chattering after felling a prey provides insight on a cat’s feeling of victory.

The last theory states that cats chatter to express their expression when they see a bird. As you might have already noticed, birds seem to be the favourite prey for most cats. They particularly love chasing the small birds.

As a matter of fact, there are some cats that prefer hunting birds compared to mice. But on the other hand, a cat that has never successfully hunted a bird does not consider them as favourite prey types.

So why do cats chatter? Well, from the theories above, it is probably is a predator thing, denotes frustration or better still, shows excitement.

What Should You Do If Your Cat Chatters?

If you notice that your cat sits at the window and chatters as it watches the birds fly low playfully, you should seize the moment and engage him in an interactive playful session. It will be more inclined to play with you as it is already excited.

Playing with your cat will also help it feel as though it has ‘captured’ and conquered a prey. On the flip side of things, if the chatter is caused by building frustration, playing will help channel the frustration and leave the cat feeling fulfilled.

Leaving you cat to itself when it is chattering is an option, but not the best. It does not provide a calming effect like playing with it does.

But the downside of engaging your cat when it chatters is that in that moment, the cat plays more aggressively and for longer. Unfortunately, this also means that the cat just might accidentally scratch you. As such, you should exercise caution when playing with the cat. Wear gloves if you must to protect yourself from the sharp cat claws.

How Can I Safely Engage My Cat When It Is Frustrated And Chattering?

When chattering, cats tend to overdo everything. While you may want to engage it, the idea of having protective clothing to avoid getting bitten or scratched just does not sit well with you.

In this case, you can get a toy. The Lictin Butterfly Toy and the SmartyKat Electronic Sound Toy will help to engage the cat, ease its frustration and keep you safe.

Facts about Cats Chattering

We have already established that cats chatter. And we know why cats chatter. But now the question is, can a cat chatter at its owner? And when if it does, what conditions are necessary for it to happen?

Well, first and foremost, yes, cats can chatter at their owners. This is however, a rare occurrence. But nonetheless, it can happen. The explanation as to why cats chatter at humans is simply frustration.

In the event you do not spend quality time with your cat and afford it the attention it deserves, there are high chances that it will chatter. Chattering in this case is designed to help calm your cat down. In the same light, note that cats can also chatter at small bugs as well.

Now, as mentioned above, the main cause of chattering in cats is frustration. To help ease the frustration, you may decide to play with your at or even feed it. But do bear in mind that animals detest being distracted from their food. It is common knowledge that dogs will attack once you interfere with them when they are having meals. What most persons are not aware of is that cats being highly instinctive animals react in almost the same way.

The inference is that you should not dare disturb your cat when it is eating without protective gloves. But if you are looking to hear your cat chatter, then by all means proceed. Just be sure to be safe.

Why Does My Cat Chatter When I Sneeze?

This is incredibly rare. But all the same, some people have experienced it. Why does it happen? Again, it is all about frustration. If you have noticed your cat chatters when you sneeze, it only means that you are doing it way too close.

Cats dislike the whole idea of having air blown at their face. When you sneeze, you inadvertently blow on its face. This gets the cat very upset. At first, you cat may try to silently get away from you. However, if you insist on not letting it get away, it will start chattering and probably even scratch you violently.

It Is a Predator Thing After all

Cats make a lot of noises aside from chattering. All of which have their own meaning. Chattering in cats, however, when all is said and done, is a predator thing coupled with frustration. It is perfectly normal for cats to do so.

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Clever Storage Ideas to Help Sell Your Home

Getting on top of storage will help sell your home faster and may even earn a better price.

A neatly organised house immediately creates the calm atmosphere and welcoming ambiance that buyers find appealing.

Create Space

Most of our possessions probably don’t see the light of day from one year’s end to the next. They lurk in cupboards and drawers, sometimes taking up so much room there is no space for the things we do use.

Those things all mean something. Selling your home shouldn’t mean you have to ditch all the precious, memory-invoking possessions you’ve gathered over the years.

A clever way of decluttering is through self storage. Rooms or lockers are affordable, and there are no long term lock-ins. If you need to create a more spacious atmosphere, but don’t want to permanently lose the things you love but don’t use, this could be your life saver.

Tackle Problem Rooms

Areas such as bathrooms and children’s bedrooms spring to mind. These rooms tend to be home to myriad small items that are hard to control.

Storage in children’s rooms is relatively easy:

· Beds can be brilliant. Ottoman beds, cabin or captain beds, or divans with drawers can hide many a collection without taking up additional floor space. Choosing a high-rise bed will also provide a desk area, offering space for craft, homework or the TV if your child has one of their own.

· Stackable storage cubes can be used as stools as well as bookshelves or display areas for figures or other items. Used as bookcases placed in a corner, it’s a neat way to create a ‘quiet’ nook for reading.

· Colourful coat pegs at child height offer more than just somewhere to hang coats. Dangle baskets or laundry bags to provide homes for small soft toys.

Bathrooms can be a little more problematic, but not impossibly so:

· A second shower curtain rod installed over the bath but close to the wall, and outfitted with a few S-hooks provides hanging space for bottle caddies or body buffs and loofahs.

· Fit upside down brackets (the decorative ones that normally go beneath) to the ends of shelves. They look stylish and help stop loose items rolling off or, in the case of stacked towels, draping over edges.

· Replace a full length mirror with one that doubles as a storage cabinet. Inside is yards of shelving for all your bottles and bathroom supplies.

Use the Vertical Spaces

We tend to neglect wall space above head height, but it’s prime real estate for getting creative with shelving. Layer shelves on top of each other for books or CDs and video games, instead of taking up room with floor standing units, or run a single shelf right around the room at picture rail height to show off groups of collectibles or photos.

Other vertical spaces we ignore are those around doorways, but these often narrow areas can also be turned into storage areas with bespoke shelving. An added charm is that the finished effect creates a recessed doorway look.

Find the Secret Places

All homes have them; you just have to know where to look. Two places you could probably make more use of include under the stairs and under the kitchen cabinets.

Stair cupboards can be dark and cramped, but you can hang hooks in there, run a couple of shelves, or buy a plastic drawer unit to help corral small items. Hang a battery LED light and the space becomes much more useful.

Those areas under the cabinets in kitchens are nearly always closed off with kickboards, but you can remove them and fit hinged or sliding doors instead. The storage space won’t give a lot of height, but it’s useful for long or flat items such as giant roasting trays you hardly ever use but need now and then, kids’ skateboards or bats, or even brooms and mops if there is nowhere else.

It’s all about finding spaces for awkward items so drawers and cupboards look neat and organised. When you’re showing potential buyers around your home, you can never be sure they won’t peep inside cupboards. And if you can show them a neat but homely house, they get the impression the place has plenty of storage and is comfortable to live in.

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Forbidden Love – Part 4

Summary: Dean, Sam and the reader grew up together. The boys loved her like a little sister…until they started to love her in a different way.

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader, eventual Dean x Reader x Sam, John Winchester

Warnings: sad reader, language, angst, smut, protected sex, oral (female receiving), fingering, fluff, arguments, sad reader

Flashbacks are written in italics!

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“Nice picture.” Dean rasps looking at the picture in your hand. Smiling he remembers his first time with you. He never was so happy with another woman.

“It was…back then.” You whisper.

“You know what happened a few hours later?” He whispers in your ear.

“I made the mistake of my life!” You snap at Dean. “…and a few months later another huge mistake.” You grunt looking at Sam.

"You regret that I was your first?" Dean asks sadly.

“If I would’ve known what I know now I would’ve never had sex with one of you. You two never wanted me, never loved me. I was only a toy for both of you. After you had your fun you looked for someone new.”

“I loved you and I still love you.” Dean rasps kissing your hand.

“I loved you too and I still do," Sam admits.

“Yeah, sure. That’s the reason you left me for Lisa and for every other chick. And you Sam? You’re the same; you loved everyone else but me. So stop pretending you ever felt something for me, both of you.” You yell now.

Sad you take the picture out of Dean’s hand. Putting it back into your hunter’s diary you turn to leave the library.

“Please wait, we know we made mistakes, but we love you. We’ve missed you. The last three years were hell on earth for us…please…” Sam begs.

“And my life was heaven on earth or what? The two men I loved with all my heart betrayed me over and over again. I say I need time on my own and you just left. I came back after a week, after I calmed down and you two were just gone…”

“Wait! You came back?” Dean asks panicked.

Nodding you cast your look down; wiping the tears away you remain silent. The memory hurts so damn much. Standing in the empty hut your heart shattered into pieces. They left without looking back.

“You came back to us?” Sam whispers.

“I wanted to stay with you, even if you didn’t want me the way I wanted you two. I thought we could try to be friends again but you were gone…both. So I left and hunted on my own until I met Jackson.”

“You wanted to be with us again?” Smiling Dean tries to hug you but you push him away.

“That was three years ago. You never tried to find me, so don’t pretend you missed me.”

“Wait, we kinda followed you the last three years. Anytime we had the chance we followed you to make sure you’re safe.” Sam admits.

"Sammy, what the fuck?" Dean grunts.

"You followed me? How dare you! After all, you've done to me you stalked me?" Feeling anger boiling up your stomach you slap Dean's face. Throwing your shoe at Sam you hit his shoulder.

Cursing you grunt as you wanted to hit his jaw. “You should train your aiming skills.” Dean chuckles.

Getting even madder you try to slap Dean’s face again but he’s faster. Catching your hand just in time holds you flush against his chest. Starring down at you in his arms he gives you his brightest smile.

Tilting his head he wants to kiss you, but you shake your head.

“No, none of you will ever touch me again. As Sam said what we had was kinda incest.” You snap at Dean.

“Nonsense. What we had was love and I’m going to show you that you belong to me…and Sam.” Dean states.

“Let go of me or I swear I’ll kick your sorry ass!” You warn.

"God, you're so cute when you’re mad. Going to enjoy having you around again.”

Chuckling Dean watches your features soften for a moment right before you kick his shin hard.

Cursing he let go of you. Giving you a dangerous glare he tries to get hold of you again.

Sticking your tongue out you run toward your bedroom. Locking it you start giggling…shit, you forgot your shoe…

"Hey, I’ve got your shoe!” Sam calls from the hallway. “You almost hit my head.” He adds.

“That was the goal Lurch!” You yell. “You can keep the shoe and play Cinderella on your own idjit.”

Laughing Sam stands in front of your room. You used your nickname for him for the first time since years…

Lurch, the first time you called him like that was after you watched the Adams family with Dean and him while John was busy hunting a werewolf. You saw the large guy and started giggling as Sam already towered over you and even Dean.

Dean was grumpy about the fact you had a nickname for Sam but none for him. Sam, on the other hand, hated you calling him Lurch. He always gave you a disapproving glare every time you called him like that. Except for this one time while he made love to you for the first time...

2001, four months after Dean and you had sex for the first time

Since Sam caught Dean and you having sex he keeps his distance to you. Dean does the same. You know Sam threatened Dean to tell John what he did with you that night, so he decided to never touch you again.

Sighing you sit on the bed, knowing Dean is at a bar to find another girl to fuck. Feeling left outside alone you start crying, hating Sam with every fiber of your body.

Whatever Dean and you had, Sam destroyed it.

Laying on your bed you can’t stop the tears from falling sobbing you try to cry yourself to sleep once again. You don’t hear the door open. You don’t see Sam’s worried face.

“You okay?” He asks.

“No.”

“What happened?” Sam asks again taking place on the bed next to you.

“You.”

“What do you mean?”

"You happened. Because of you, he started fucking other girls again. Because of you, he broke my heart by telling me he can’t be with me again…all because of you…” You yell at him.

“Y/N, it wasn’t right that he used you that night.”

“He didn’t use me! I wanted him just like he wanted me.”

“You’re too young for him, he’s your brother!”

“You and Dean aren’t my brothers! We grew up together but we aren’t related by blood. We did nothing wrong. I’m 18 years old. Would it have been better to lose my virginity to an asshole like Scott? He called me a slut when I told him I never…"

"That asshole called you a slut?" Sam asks angrily.

“Why did you do that Sammy?”

“I…”

“Why? Do you feel good now? Are you satisfied?”

“I was jealous okay!” Sam says a bit too loud.

“Jealous? I don’t understand…” You stammer confused.

“I wanted to be the man…your first.”

“Wait. What?”

Sitting upright in your bed you look at Sam in disbelieve. Shaking your head you stare at him with wide eyes.

“You hurt me as you wanted me? You broke me only as you were jealous? You threatened me and Dean to tell John as you wanted to fuck me first?” You yell now.

"I wanted to make love to you…not fuck," Sam whispers casting his look down.

“Does Dean know?”

“I told him some weeks ago.”

“And what did he say?”

"That he needs time to process that I did this to you two as I was jealous. That's why he barely talks to me lately. He's mad at me as he lost his chance with you as I was so selfish."

“Why did you do that? Only as you wanted to have sex with me too?” You sob.

“No, as I love you.” Starring at him in disbelieve you look into his hazel eyes. Giving you his puppy dog eyes he pleas you to forgive him.

“You’re an ass Lurch.” You grunt. “What now?”

“Dean suggested I shall tell you how I feel and if you feel the same for him and me…”

“Sammy I love you…always have, just like Dean…I thought you’re not interested. We were never so close. Dean and I are much closer. You always kept your distance.”

“As I was in love with you since I was a kid.”

“Oh…”

“I always wanted you, but I felt guilty for having those feelings. I should protect you like a sister not imagine being inside of you.”

“Does Dean know you want me that way?”

Humming Sam casts his look down daring not to look you in the eyes.

“Did he send you to me tonight?”

Nodding Sam covers your hand with yours, looking at you hopefully.

“Did he suggest having sex with me?”

“…yeah.”

“Now you shall fuck me as his substitute or what?”

Pouncing at you Sam presses you into the mattress. Crushing his lips onto yours he forces entrance to your mouth. Sliding his tongue with yours he groans at the taste.

“Sammy we can’t…Dean will be mad…I can’t do this with you.”

“He won’t be mad. He found the hunt to keep dad busy so we can have some alone time.” Sam rasps before kissing you again.

Moaning you can feel his hard cock pressing against your aching core. Whimpering you look up into Sam’s hungry eyes.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“Please I want you Y/N, I need you. Give me tonight. Please.”

“Sammy?”

Moving your hands through his shaggy hair you press your body against his. Kissing down your neck he enjoys the taste of your skin.

Gasping you feel him sucking a hickey at your neck.

“Sam…no…John will see this…”

“Shit…I want to mark you.” He groans.

“Then choose a better spot…” You scold.

Chuckling at your bossy tone Sam starts shoving your shirt upwards. Immediately starting to knead your breasts with his rough hands.

"Do you want this?" He asks worriedly.

“Yes, Lurch.” You whine.

Smiling Sam drags your pajama pants down spreading your legs wider he lowers himself to lick through your folds.

“So wet?”

“I felt lonely and touched myself…”

“No need for that anymore. Dean and I will help you.” Sam states before going back to work.

Sucking and biting at your already oversensitive clit he sends you over the edge in no time.

Whimpering you stare into his hazel eyes while he devours you with his tongue. He doesn’t stop, not even after your climax. Pushing two fingers into you he stars scissoring them.

“Need to prep you right. I’m kinda big.”

Eyes widen your stare at him. Biting your lip you let him working open your pussy.

Retreating his fingers he licks them clean and you don’t know if you shall be turned on or giggle.

Stripping his clothes of Sam reveals what he was hiding and you panic a little. He’s bigger than Dean.

“I won’t hurt you. Promised.”

Nodding you watch him stroking his huge cock. After rolling a condom over his length he moves between your legs.

You can feel his cock nudging against your entrance while he devours your mouth with his tongue. Moaning you feel him pushing the head of his cock in. Slowly entering you Sam stretches your walls out to what you assume is your limit.

Finally fully seated Sam tries to hold back, tries to not come right away. He dreamed of doing this with you for so long, he can’t disappoint you by coming before you.

Pressing his chest against yours he smiles down at you right before he starts moving. God, he's so big and thick he brushes over your secret spot without any effort.

Grunting he starts pounding into you. Fast and hard but not too hard to hurt you. Digging your nails into his back you meet his thrusts.

“I want to feel you come Baby.” He whispers in your ear.

Placing your legs around his waist he starts snapping his hips against yours. Screaming his name you lock eyes with him while you drown into pleasure.

Hearing you scream his name let Sam lose all control. Pistoning his cock into your slick channel he gives you four, five more hard thrusts before spilling his cum into the condom.

Resting his head in the crook of your neck he whispers loving words into your ear. Stroking his back gently you try to catch your breath.

Lying in the bed in silence you hear a familiar rumble coming closer. Panicked you hope you misheard, but the noise is getting closer and you’re sure.

“Sam, that’s the Impala. You need to get dressed. John always checks on me before heading into his room.” You say frightened.

Nodding Sam pulls out of you tossing the condom in the bin he grabs his clothes to get dressed as fast as possible. Doing the same you straighten your hair.

Knowing Sam can’t leave your room without running into John you don’t know what to do.

“Okay, wait…lie next to me and soothe me. We tell John I had another nightmare." You say.

“Yeah…okay. Fake you’re asleep.” Sam stammers. Hoping John won’t see through the lie.

Opening the door to your room John looks confused. Sam is holding you tight, soothing you.

"Nightmare," Sam whispers.

"Oh, I see," John whispers.

“Dean was away so I tried to calm her down this time.” Sam lies.

"Good, good. Stay overnight. Dean and I are in our room if you need help." John says before leaving the room.

Dean only nods at his brother, giving him a tiny smile. Knowing now him, you and Sam can be together in the way you need it.

He wants to give you all you need, even if it means to share you with his baby brother…

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