#Ondulating Floors

[shat-on-the-dick]

Beautiful Carnage

tw: smut smut smut and feelings

Summary: Pauline goes to Marley just before the attack on Liberio to confront Reiner four years after his betrayal in Paradis, but things don't go as planned (in the best way possible)

Note: I wanna write a part 2, if people like part 1. I'd love to hear from you!!! If you liked it, or hated it, it's always a pleasure to hear y'all's thoughts!

They were not Reiner and Pauline, not eldians, not humans, not enemies, they were vessels. Vessels for each other’s love, desire. Rage, pain.

Especially the pain.

The pain of all the unlived dreams, the pain of having been born in this world, the unfairness of it all, the should’ve beens.

It should’ve been you | Yes, it should

The could’ve beens.

Could’ve been you - | I’d do anything…

- had you not betrayed us | I regret it every day

In the dim light of his humble room, two wounded animals licked their own wounds while hurting the other. 

Pauline dug her claws into the flesh of his back while Reiner bruised her on the inside with his cock. Their wails of sweet agony mixed with their gasps in an ugly cacophony. She looked at him like a deer in the headlights, shoving her slender body against his crushing grip. Doe eyes, so unlike her usually sharp gaze, stared back at his soul, daring him to unravel, to unfold, to lose all meaning and reason under her smaller body.

Use me like you’ve used me before, hurt me, bruise me, I won’t move, I can’t. I don’t want to

Reiner’s growls were of an exhausted beast, having fought too much for too long, finally coming undone under the one person he loved the most and whose presence made him feel ashamed the most. He bullied his fat cock into her, feeling Pauline’s cunt grip him tighter every time, pulsing around him, sucking him in despite the disgust she must’ve been feeling.

Why are you here? Why do you let me have you this way? Push me away | I can’t

Then, don’t ever let me go | I can’t either

“Fuck, Reiner!” Her pleasure finally tore through her throat. 

Her hips ondulated against his in a frantic and forceful dance, with his large hands sustaining her ass atop as he shoved his dick up her entrance, their shared bliss dripping from where they were joined onto his thighs and balls. 

The flimsy bed frame rattled under the weight of their fucking, the headboard banging against the wooden wall, the feet dragging against the floor. It was his childhood bedroom, the bedroom he spent so many sleepless nights in, dreaming of becoming a warrior, being recognized and famous for the violent judgment he would bring upon the devils. And now he had the most tragic and beautiful of consequences bouncing on his cock, full of hate and longing for him. What a scene.

Pauline stared down at his tired and lost eyes, lost in her, in her body, in her soul, in the world. 

They used to be the color of honey, the honey she would taste on her lips with each kiss they shared, the sweetness burning down her throat while his demanding hands roamed her body inside a dusty closet, sneaking around during their duties to steal a moment for themselves in their training days. 

Now she could see only ambers looking back at her, flaring the hellish remorse she had been feeling for the last four years. Golden, as in the flames of destruction he had left in his wake, burning down the world as she had known it, leaving nothing but a dry taste of ash in her mouth.

Not honey, ash.

Reiner looked up into her light gray irises. They used to be the color of a taciturn cloudy sky, where the clouds would languidly draw together to pour down a placid rain, to soothe his aching body and mind. To ground him on earth, to ground him in her presence, her quiet but imposing presence, like a stormy sky.

Now he could only see steel gazing back at him. Steel like the blade that would pierce through his chest every time he remembered what he’d done to her, to them. Steel, like the blades she used to cut through his Titan, burning betrayal in her misty eyes, lightnings of hatred coursing through them, thunder in her voice as she screamed curses at him.

No soothing rain, just thunder in a despondent sky.

I’m sorry - | Don’t fucking dare

A whine escaped his mouth after a particularly rough drag of her hips, pleasure shooting up his navel, spreading across his chest and warming his cheeks, sweat gathering on his forehead, and his hands dug into the soft flesh of her ass, bruising under his fingertips. 

Pauline stopped moving on top of him, heaving with the effort of her body, Reiner’s cock twitched inside of her, as if protesting against her sudden stop. He looked up at her in question, chest rising and falling with his rapid breathing, sweat doting his chest amidst the light blonde hair there.

She took her eyes off him for a moment, searching the floor where their discarded clothes laid forgotten. Reaching next to the bed, she grabbed his red armband, unfolding it and exposing the eldian star, the proud symbol of an honorary marleyan, and a token of his shame.

“You worked so damn hard for this, right?” She turned back to him, contempt clear on her face.

Before he could reply, she shoved the fabric into his mouth, making him gag in surprise.

“Then, I’ll make you fucking swallow it.” She grabbed his jaw and directed his wide eyes to hers, “Eyes on me.” 

His eyes rolled back at her command, his length twitching with her display of authority. Pauline resumed her movements, harder and more desperate than before.

Reiner reached back to hold the headboard, muscles in his arms and chest jutting with the tension she was building within him, light skin shimmering with sweat against the weak light of a single lamp. The vulnerability of his position made his head spin, swimming in pleasure and anticipation, gagged, under her mercy and her trembling body, weakness and guilt displayed fully to her for scrutiny, no armor for the first time in a decade. He looked ethereal to her eyes, a blush covered his cheeks and chest, brows knotted in concentration, biting down the fabric obediently, knuckles white from gripping the wood too tight, amber eyes glazed over in a fucked out expression, with fire dancing around them.

Her tits bounced with each rise and fall of her hot cunt, body twitching every time her clit hit his navel, the light blonde hair there creating the perfect friction to make her whine and moan, his dick stretching her walls just right, his engorged tip bruising her cervix when she dropped her weight onto him. She looked like a goddess, wavy hair disheveled with her efforts, her olive skin shimmered in gold with the lightning of the room, her full lips loose around her open mouth, delirious whines escaping from it, light freckles dotting her beautiful curves and hard muscles from years of training, accentuated by the long shadows. The pleasure spread like threads of lighting from her lower belly to the tips of her fingers, the wrongness of their situation made it all the more exhilarating. 

A wicked part of her loved the idea of hurting him, of breaking him, leaving him more desperate and desolated than he already was, granting him this sweet reprieve just to take it away once the night was over. Just like he had done to her. To give him a glimpse of a better reality just to trample it afterwards, to let the memory of this sweet and vain moment linger in the back of his mind for the rest of his pathetic life, a wistful reminder of what they could have had, if he hadn’t done what he did.

But she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Her façade cracked and she brought her hands down his chest, clawing at where his heart beat. Reiner’s eyes softened at her touch.

For the first time since they’ve met again after four years, Pauline’s eyes shone in a pleading light. Maybe it was the bliss he was making her feel, maybe she hadn’t been authentic about her emotions before, but her vulnerability spiked the sensations in them, bringing them closer to the edge they desperately wanted to topple over.

She clawed at his chest, drawing small droplets of blood. 

Show me

Her nails continued to dig into the hard muscles of his pectorals, as if she wanted to peel back his skin.

Show me where it hurts 

Everywhere

Let me lick, let me taste it, let me know it

Reiner felt as if Pauline was cutting open his sternum, pulling his ribs apart, exposing the dark cavity that was his intimacy, clawing at his heart and gorging herself on his cold blood. 

And oh how he wished to cover himself with hers as well, so he’d never feel cold again. To dress himself in her skin, so he’d never be alone again. To nest his madness inside her ribcage, pump his desperation away into her womb, to let the fire of her burn his skin for eternity, to let the sight of her blind his eyes to all the insanity of this world.

They tortured themselves in the most delicious way, bodies trembling in sweet agony, chasing that blissful and ephemeral moment of nothingness in each other’s arms, pouring their desolation into their movements, letting their sweat wash away any pretense they might still have, wailing their elation and pain away into each other’s ears, pulling the scabs of every scar with their teeth, smearing the dirt under their fingernails into each other’s skin.

Pauline took the armband from his mouth.

“Let me hear you, Reiner.”

“Pauline…” was the only word that escaped from his mouth in a broken sigh.

She lowered her torso onto his and his hands flew from the headboard to envelop her tired body in his strong arms, driving his cock up into her cunt, since her trembling legs couldn’t sustain her weight anymore.

A few more thrusts and the knot snapped inside both of them. They came together in a symphony for this gorgeous carnage. They voiced the blazing heat running through their nerves against each other's neck. Pauline whines intertwined with Reiner’s moans and grunts as he shot his hot seed inside her heat. His cock spasmed with his spurts as her cunt gripped it tight, milking and squeezing every last drop, squirting on his heavy balls and navel.

Her legs finally collapsed and she let her full weight rest on top of the man for whom she felt so conflicted. He continued to rock their torn bodies back and forth, lazily dragging his cock in and out of her sensitive pussy, to grasp for any of the dazzling threads of euphoria that still lingered, as their breath quietened.

Disdain and affection swam through her hazy mind. She should get up and leave, forget this happened, pretend it didn't happen. She should hate him. But she couldn't feel the resolve that pushed her to come here and confront him in the first place.

Why had she traveled so far, only to fall under his spell again? She was weak. Disdain for him turned into disdain for herself, and it prevented her from basking completely in the misty afterglow of their eruption.

Despite herself, she lifted a tired hand to lay it gently on his cheek, running her thumb from his beautiful nose to his strong jaw. He responded with a low moan, leaning further into her tender touch.

Aching muscles occasionally spasmed still, a cozy tiredness settling on their tangled sweaty bodies like a blanket. Both knew they would eventually have to move, face one another after their unexpected hunger and address what happened, but none had the courage to do so. Pauline because of the turmoil inside her heart, Reiner because he didn't want this illusion to end already.

He never thought he'd see her again outside the battlefield, let alone touch her like he did. She didn't come here to make amends, to forgive him, she made that very clear. But he still got to hold her like this, have her like this, make her feel good like he did years ago. How many nights had he laid awake, dreaming the vain dream of having Pauline again, a dream where he had stayed and fought by her side, stayed and protected her instead of hurting her, shame and despair consuming the idyllic vision like a shadow at the edge of his withering mind, until nothing was left but desolation and loneliness.

But he wasn't alone now, and she was in his arms, instead of in his memory. Breaking this moment meant having to face the wrath she still rightfully felt, and he couldn't bear this thought right now. So Reiner settled for a shy touch of his fingers, threading them lightly through the strands of hair on her nape.

They stayed silent, not daring to say a word, willing this mirage to last as much as possible.

Eventually, the tension within Pauline became too much to bear in silence, she disentangled herself from him and rose shily, letting her long hair fall like a curtain in front of her face, hiding her cowardice and immaturity behind it.

Reiner observed her movements with a keen eye, her inconsistency and hesitancy, and couldn't help but ask:

"What are you doing here, Pauline?"

"I don't know anymore", when she faced him, sadness was clear in her eyes.

[behoright]

alive for you l j. studnicka

I drive fast / wind in my hair / push it to the limits

summary: Jack just cannot wait to get you out of this club. He also can’t seem to wait until you get home.

wordcount: 3k

song: burning desire - lana del rey

warnings: minors dni! Surprise surprise: cursing and smut! Also, semi public sex. Oh and proofreading was uhhh…fast. So bear with me.

a/n: I actually don’t super love this one but I have a huge cr*sh on him and there isn’t enough talk about this man so here you go. Inbox is always open for you. Love u love uuuuuu

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“I missed you so much.”

“I missed you, baby.”

The vibrations of the music ran through your body as you found yourself in the corner of the Canuck’s most cherished and frequented club in the city, your arms securely wrapped around your boyfriend.

That's what he had become, officially, a couple weeks ago.

Much to your surprise, Jack blew your expectations when he took you out to dinner to ask you properly.

You had gotten to see how romantically cheesy he was behind closed doors, but taking the step to officially call you his girlfriend made you swoon to no end.

“It drives me insane when you call me that.” He muttered, moving his lips across the shell of your ear.

As you looked at him, his skin reflecting colorful lights amongst the crowd, all you could do was place your lips on his again.

It felt like you had spent the whole night attached to each other.

You truly hadn’t been able to stop kissing and making out since you met at the doors of the club. The first kiss in two weeks was spectacular, but something kept you pulling each other together.

Magnetized.

The feeling of being together felt addicting; it felt like peace, like placing the last piece in a puzzle.

The slight problem was that as much as you had craved each other for a while now, you hadn’t actually gotten to spend private time together yet.

Right after making it official, Jack had to leave for a ten day roadie, leaving you equally high and dry.

So right after you became official, you were separated. It was okay, part of his life that now involved yours, but it had come at the worst time.

The last kiss before he left leaving a sopping puddle in your underwear.

So tonight, finally reunited, you stuck to each other like glue.

There was absolutely no way he was going to leave your side, just like you only went to meet up with him.

Mostly self contained people, you could care less about the club or the drinks. The earlier you could both politely sneak away from the team, the better.

The tension was there, palpable, and obvious to everyone, even though you didn’t care, both in each other’s worlds.

Jack's favorite spot tonight had been behind you; whether at the bar, reaching over your head with his lanky arms to grab drinks, or on the dance floor.

He had always been shy, the more reserved guy in every group he was part of.

It all went out of the window with you.

He didn’t know if it had been the shots, he doubted it was the environment, but he felt alone with you as he bravely took you to the middle of the dance floor before immediately slipping his tongue past your lips for the millionth time.

You couldn’t hear the scoffs and chirps from his nearby teammates as you collided, craving to be on top of each other already.

His muscular thigh boldly splitting your legs apart, he was all around you.

Wild and intoxicating, he ondulanted himself against you harder and harder, practically rubbing your small frame on top of him as he kept kissing you. The fabric of his dark washed jeans reverberated against your clit, creating waves of pleasure under your thin panties.

His cock began swelling fast, having you in such a vulnerable position, both mentally and physically, all while in a public place.

He couldn’t help himself.

He had to have you close to him; he had to grab you and run his fingers through the roots of your hair, up and down your silhouette as you grinded together to the beat of the music.

He knew you were moaning, your whimpers and sweet meowings vibrating against his lips as he moved his mouth in unison with you, pushing his tongue against yours deeply.

He wanted more, and it was hard to hold back as your hip would bump into his hard and evident boner every time he pushed your back closer to him again, literally moving your body up and down his perched leg.

It was only when he realized his hands were gripping the flesh of your ass underneath your bodycon dress that he pulled away from you, breathlessly, his eyes panicking with lust as he took your features in.

“I’m about a second away from bending you over this bar and fucking you right here.¨

He muttered against your ear, causing eyes to widen as you felt your underwear drench at his explicit words.

He watched you smile sweetly in response, the hint of nervousness as you bit the inside of your cheek being the last straw for him tonight.

“C’mon.” He said, reaching out to grab your hand.

He wouldn’t bother with goodbyes or formalities.

Not tonight.

Jack had fallen hard.

After his last breakup, he was sure he’d never love again, or at least not anytime soon.

With the undoing of his long, tumultuous relationship with Boston as the backdrop, the only thing that kept him going was hockey.

But it was all in the past now.

You came into his life at the perfect moment, in all of your splendor, and took the poor boy by storm.

He had no clue how enthralled he would become with you, falling fast and hard, and yet, so securely.

You had brought such a sense of normalcy and tenderness back in his life, acclimating him to his new city in the most simple and still significant way.

He knew you had to be his.

He was over the moon when you accepted, regardless of the looming trip that was upcoming.

Now that you were his, he could have you whenever he wanted.

He basically hauled you to his car, your platforms dragging through the asphalt as your tiny steps attempted to keep up with his strides.

He knew that the next 20 minutes were going to be difficult.

He didn’t mind the roadie, even if he thought about flying you out while in the midst of it. The anticipation that had built up between you two excited him; but he knew that his patience had worn thin.

He couldn’t keep up the civilized act in the club, around the whole organization and teammates, let alone in this empty parking lot.

He knew that if he slowed down, or picked you up, or even glanced at you, that he was going to rip that tiny dress right off your body and take you right then and there.

So he kept his gaze stuck to his shoes as he hurried you through the night, opening the car door. with an excited giggle that he couldn’t contain as he peeked at you slipping in the seat.

“Jack, you’re so-“

“Shut up.” he interrupted you, his face changing shades as he shut the door swiftly.

It was bad enough that you heard him giggling like an idiot schoolboy; he didn’t need your chirping.

You got on the road quickly, Jack pushing down on the gas pedal harder than he should have as his speakers began playing, coincidentally, the sultriest playlist he had.

He inhaled sharply as the engine of his vehicle roared, giving his impatience away.

“You okay, babe?”you asked, peeking over at him with a smile.

It was almost adorable how hard he was trying to keep himself tamed.

“I can’t wait to get you in my sheets, Y/N.” He uttered, running his clammy hand through his thick locks.

You instinctively bit your lip in excitement, your body betraying you as you let a whimper out.

He tried to hide it, but you could see him smirk when he turned his head slightly towards his window.

“I, um, I can’t wait either.” You uttered.

As you looked around the slick interior of his sports car, the dark and empty road moving fast around you, you let your mind wander for a little too long.

Perhaps it was the drinks, or just him, but you turned yourself towards him, ending up with your knees on the seat and your elbows on the console.

The initial cheek kiss that you gave him made the both of you blush, his bashful eyes battering over at you slightly. But the more kisses you planted, the louder your humming against his chiseled jaw became, the thicker the air felt around you.

“Wh-, what are you doing?” He gulped.

“Am I distracting you, Jack?” You asked, unconsciously seductive.

“I don’t mind that it’s you distracting me…”

“Can you stay focused?” You continued, placing more kisses on his face, by his cheekbones and sideburns.

“…Yeah.” He responded after a couple of beats.

“You can?” you whispered into his skin, now lowering your lips against the back of his ear, his neck and collarbones.

“Mm, yes. I can.” he said, his low voice quivering.

“Right.” you said, your free hand slithering over onto his throbbing bulge, his cock pressing painfully against his fly.

Your skin absorbed the pulsations of his cock as you undid his pants, silky fingertips feeling the ridges of his member through his boxers.

“God, baby, you’re such a tease.” He quivered as you circled your nail around the wet spot that he was leaving on the fabric.

“I don’t have to be.”

Hastily, you moved your head down, letting his cock hit your face as you pulled the boxers away from him and his length into your throat immediately.

The car swerved slightly as a moan violently left Jack.

“Baby…?” you asked, batting your eyelashes up at him.

“I can do it, I can do it” he reiterated, not brave enough to face you. “Just took me by surprise, that’s all.”

You chuckled as you closed your mouth around him once again, swirling your tongue and mixing your spit with his salty precum, making out with the head of his cock, now bright red and palpitating.

“You’re a dream, you’re a fucking dream.” he moaned, the leather of the steering wheel creaking under his tightening grip, knuckles fading into a creamy white of frustration.

You took him deep again, choking on his girth as he hit the back of your throat. His hand flew into your hair as he praised you through gritted teeth, the way you were hollowing out your cheeks as you bobbed up and down had his muscles clenching involuntary.

“Fuck yeah, baby.” he groaned, still responsibly keeping his eyes on the street signs as began to unravel under you.

Muffled and choked moans were the only thing coming out of you, spit dripping down from your throat and seeping into his pubic hair, his balls, his clothes.

“Wait, wait, wait.” he said, pushing you off him a little too harshly. “Uh, you’re going to make me cum, baby.”

Jack made sure to wipe your bottom lip as you came up, the rough texture of his fingertips recoiling against your plump mouth. He did everything to stop his thumb from sneaking inside you, the vision of you sucking on his digits too much to take.

“We’re almost there, baby. Just a little more.” You whispered against his hand, rubbing his clenched arm. He couldn’t stay away from you, and you could see it was truly taking a toll on him.

All Jack could think about was touching you.

Evidently, he had more self control than you, but not by much. His eyes kept darting over to your legs, your skin tight dress having raised up just enough to have him twitching in anticipation.

It was becoming more unbearable to focus on the running pavement in front of him, the sounds of your heavy, exasperated breathing muffling the music.

“Fuck it.” he muttered. “Spread your legs, angel.”

You did as commanded, no reluctance, and watched his hand lower onto your heat right away.

“Holy fuck.”

He pulled your panties to the side, still as focused as he could be driving, and wasted no time in dipping his fingers inside your dripping pussy.

“God, baby.” He groaned, moving uncomfortably in his seat.

Jack’s eyes struggled to stay on the road, his light brown irises moving back and forth in pleasure. The more he played with you, the more he could feel you get wetter around his digits, his skin wrinkling as you soaked your desire within his touch.

All he wanted was to see you.

He didn’t want to be around anyone else.

He for sure didn’t want to be driving.

He had spent weeks away from you, dreaming about lowering his head in between your thighs so you could finally reveal the heaven he had fantasized about so much.

And now, he found himself painfully stuck feeling you only, piecing you together by touch only.

Running his fingertip up and down your folds, Jack felt every single inch and crevice of your cunt.

The warmth of you transpiring onto him as he rubbed your clit with his thumb, reaching his long fingers around to feel more of you.

He was able to mostly keep it together, puzzling you inside his mind as the sounds of your moaning made his skin raise into delicious goosebumps.

That’s what ultimately drove him mad.

He couldn’t bear to listen to you like this and not see it, not be closer to you and present.

“You’re making it so fucking hard to hold back.” He said, his jaw clenched. “Look how hard you’re making me.”

Your eyes darted over to him, his cock sitting up, dripping and making a mess over him. The sight made you twitch onto his fingers, calling for a moan out of you both.

Jack thought about it for two seconds, but seeing your hips grind on his fingers when he peeked over at you solidified it.

“Fuck this.” he said. “I’m pulling over.”

Thankfully, he was able to find a secluded spot quickly, his bicep visibly clenching through his dress shirt as he pulled on the parking break.

“I’m going to fuck your brains out.” he said, immediately turning to you and wrapping his hands around your cheeks, holding your face.

You both laughed as you ran to the backseat. It took no time for him to get settled, spreading his thighs in the middle seat as you straddled him at the same time.

Your hands ripped his button up open, revealing his flushed chest as he let your breasts trickle out of your dress, directly burying his face in them while you began to rub yourself up and down his shaft, circling your pelvis instinctively.

“You ready?” He asked as he came up for air, his grip tight on your hips, angling you above his leaking cock.

“I’ve been ready since I saw you hours ago.”

Jack threw his head back with a smile, the warm, golden light of love rushing through him at your words. He could see your illuminating smile fade into a gasp with him as you sunk down onto his cock.

The moment you two had been waiting so long for, yearning for weeks, and…

… it wasn’t enough.

As tight and overwhelmingly good it felt, Jack just felt the need for you increase.

He wanted, needed to move inside you.

He craved the waves of pleasure to thunder through your bodies, electricity jumping through his nervous system with arching hedonism.

Jack’s hands began to roam as you started to bounce on top of him, tearing your dress off in as many ways as he desperately could.

His extremities started tingling in pleasure as you kept moving, bouncing and grinding, letting your body seek out gratification and ecstasy on its own and driving him further and closer to his peak.

He was grabbing you perilously, as if he had never felt skin before, reaching for indulgence in every possible way.

“Jack, oh my god.”

The look of delirious pleasure, the way he was reaching for you, groaning and growling loudly, squeezing you a little too hard and even accidentally scratching at times, made you move faster. He was completely unhinged and primal, running his tongue up your neck, you tits as your nails trembled from gripping onto his thick shoulders so hard.

“Fuck, baby, I’m so close already.” He said against your arm, planting sloppy kisses in between words.

You were covered in each other, all around, making the windows fog.

The wheels of the car began to move just by the slight force of you riding him as he gave into his instincts and stated fucking back up into you, his cock reaching even deeper than before.

He could feel how gushy you were inside, your temperature heating him up and covering his twitching member in your desire. The louder he groaned and let go, the harsher he thrashed into your cunt, hitting the perfect spot to make you see stars.

“Jack, I’m, I’m-“ you warned him.

Jack felt your heels shake against his shin, as you started to lose control of your muscles at the edge of your orgasm.

“Don’t hold back, baby.” He coaxed, making sure he could see your clearly by holding your hair back.

“Cum all over me, fucking cover me in it, baby.” He said breathlessly. “Mark my car, my seats, I don’t give a fuck.”

His words made the floodgates open, a gush of syrupy cum ripping out of you with enough force to make you convulse in his lap, moaning as no one in the world would be able to hear you.

“Holy fucking-, you’re going to make me cum. Oh, baby.” He gulped in response, his eyes following your every expression.

The passion had built enough to release, becoming to powerful for either of you to take, as you came over each other. You gripped him hard, his hands clenching on your ruched up dress as he emptied his load inside you, audibly hyperventilating and growling deeply into your chest as you clutched his soft hair, coming down, shaking.

You both trembled for a while, quivering and wavering in each other’s arms as you let the chemicals run through your veins; only pulling back after a while, Jack staring up at you, dumbfounded.

“You’re an angel, I think.” He said, bringing you down to kiss him as you wiped the sweat beads off his forehead gently.

Hours could have passed before you decided to leave; keeping each other breathless as you sat together, his cock soaking the mixture of cum as you kept kissing, ending the night just how it had began, before you headed home to do it all over again.

[co-arch]

CESARIN SHOWCOOKING

Uno spazio teatrale per lo showcooking in legno all’interno di una fabbrica produttiva di frutta candita. Ci troviamo all’interno di una fabbrica che produce frutta candita, da più di cent’anni, nella Valdalpone, area agricola tra Verona e Vicenza famosa per le piantagioni di Prunus Avium, gli alberi di ciliegie. L’intervento è al primo piano di una palazzina produttiva con tetto a falda, un’altezza interna di circa cinque metri e doppie finestre sul perimetro. L’esigenza era quella di realizzare uno spazio showcooking dove poter girare video dimostrativi per l’impiego dei loro prodotti di pasticceria, una cucina con i relativi servizi e una nuova sala riunioni. Data l’altezza dello spazio interno, la strategia è stata quella di inserire un nuovo volume in legno a doppia altezza che si distaccasse dall’interno esistente industriale e che potesse ospitare tutte le funzioni richieste. L'eredità industriale è visibile nelle putrelle a vista sulle pareti perimetrali, che, verniciate come le pareti, sono come una tela bianca che mette in risalto le linee del progetto. Il volume in legno mette in evidenza l'altezza del soffitto, definendo con giochi di pieni e di vuoti il ritmo degli spazi e creando visuali interne inedite. Il nuovo volume è stato progettato come un grande mobile, ispirato al quadro di Antonello da Messina “San Girolamo nello studio”, vera e propria ossessione, in cui un uomo rinascimentale lavora all’interno di un mobile abitabile. Dipinto noto anche per l’uso impeccabile della prospettiva, restituendo l’immagine di uno spazio vissuto ma insieme utopico e rigoroso. L’altro richiamo è al teatro dovendo realizzare un’area scenica non immediatamente visibile entrando. Per enfatizzare l’aspetto teatrale dello spazio sono state utilizzate, per oscurare le numerose finestre, tende chiare ondulate, che ricordano il sipario. Il volume è stato progettato come una vera e propria casa in legno, con struttura a balloon frame con pilastri e travi in abete, rivestiti in legno di Okumè, che ricorda nel colore il legno del ciliegio; infatti, il prodotto di punta dell’azienda sono le ciliegie. La tecnologia di costruzione è stata scelta per la leggerezza e per facilitare il trasporto e il montaggio. Gli interni del nuovo volume sono stati progettati per contenere tutte le funzioni richieste: a piano terra vicino all’ingresso una piccola area caffè, una seduta e una zona guardaroba, poi proseguendo lungo il corridoio una scala porta al piano soppalco, dietro una porta a filo muro ci sono i bagni dei clienti e proseguendo si apre la sala principale dove si trova il bancone, la cucina con il magazzino e il bagno del personale. Al piano soppalco una sala riunioni con un grande tavolo centrale. La struttura in legno è stata realizzata da una carpenteria dell’Alto Adige. Con cui è stato fatto un lavoro molto interessante sulla prefabbricazione degli elementi strutturali, che ha consentito oltre a velocità e precisione, una qualità altrimenti impossibile. Brand ARREDI E RIVESTIMENTO – Furniture and wood - Rabatto S.r.l. STRUTTURA LEGNO – Wood structure Idealhouse SRL – GMBH / Ainhauser GMBH TENDE – Curtains B&B Group srl PAVIMENTI E RIVESTIMENTI - Flooring Forbo S.r.l. INSTALLAZIONE RIVESTIMENTI DA – Flooring Biraschi S.r.l. IMPIANTO ELETTRICO – Electrical and light Flli Bari S.r.l. IMPIANTO IDRAULICO – HVAC Termoidraulica Valdalpone S.r.l. Luci / Lights Rossini Group S.r.l. https://rossinigroup.it/serie/hole/ Creative Cable https://www.creative-cables.it/sospensioni-con-paralume/19544-lampada-a-sospensione-made-in-italy-completa-di-lampadina-cavo-tessile-paralume-tub-e14-e-finiture-in-metallo.html Sedute / Seating Bd15 chairs – Equilibri Furniture ( design co.arch studio) https://www.equilibri-furniture.com/prodotti/bd15/ PROGETTO DEFINITIVO ESECUTIVO E DIREZIONE LAVORI A project by co.arch studio ARCHITECTURE Principal architects Andrea Pezzoli and Giulia Urciuoli team Matteo Torti, Deniz Agaoglu http://coarchstudio.it https://www.instagram.com/co.arch.studio/ ENGENEERING Ing Emanuele Fornalè https://studiofornale.it/ Photos by SIMONE BOSSI https://www.simonebossi.it/photographer/ https://www.instagram.com/simonebossiphotographer/ RASSEGNA STAMPA https://www.archdaily.com/997399/cesarin-showcooking-crch-studio https://divisare.com/journals/940 https://decor.design/it/cesarin-showcooking-studio-co-arch/ https://divisare.com/projects/475901-co-arch-simone-bossi-cesarin-showcooking https://homeadore.com/2023/04/21/cesarin-showcooking-industrial-design-meets-wooden-elegance/ https://www.gooood.cn/cesarin-showcooking-by-co-arch-studio.htm https://www.archiportale.com/news/2023/04/case-interni/uno-spazio-teatrale-per-il-cesarin-showcooking_93424_53.html https://wooooooow.cn/cesarin-showcooking-italy-co-arch-studio/ https://www.matrix4design.com/it/architettura/co-arch-uno-spazio-teatrale-per-lo-showcooking-in-azienda/ https://www.thisispaper.com/mag/cesarin-project-co-arch

[priokskfm]

#MixOfDay #Podcast #Radioshow #LiveDjset So What Radioshow 474/Big Pack [4th Resident] Follow Big Pack on Soundcloud, Facebook & Instagram and on the So What! Radioshow as a Resident DJ Follow also House Salad Music on Soundcloud, Facebook & Instagram @bigpack @housesaladmusic https://ift.tt/otvsw1I https://ift.tt/V51pTgj https://ift.tt/iL4r7dN https://ift.tt/qiZW2xF Biography: Enrique Jimenez aka Big Pack is the House Salad Music label boss out of Mexico City. He discovered his love for electronic music in the mid 90's when he attended house and techno parties with local DJs. From then on, his intimate love affair with house music began. The sound of Chicago with labels like Cajual and Relief and Prescription brought him the most inspiration. His whole trajectory changed and music became his life. The task of discovering music became an infinite loop of collecting records. After 11 years of touring dance floors as a spectator and amateur DJ, in 2005 he acquired his first turntables, technics 1200s. When he finally felt he had an extensive vinyl collection, he decided to venture into the world of DJing professionally. Now, with some years of experience, Big Pack has played in key clubs all over Mexico, opening for artists such as Kevin Saunderson, Kenny Larkin, Derrick Carter, Phil Weeks, Wally Callerio, Andrew Emil, JT Donaldson , Oliver Dollar, 1200 Warriors, to name a few. He is busy with several internet radio show residencies on Sugarshackradio.com, Radio Webphre and his own podcast & label, House Salad Music, featuring the best DJs in house music. He is in his 700th episode of HSM podcast and has yet to put one of his own mixes on this platform. Convinced of the timelessness of music, his mixes are a real tunnel of time, where he plays classics combined with the freshest of modern house. House Salad Music | Dustpan Recordings | Doin' Work Records More info: @bigpack https://ift.tt/otvsw1I Tracklist: 01 Felix Leifur - The Tarleton Appreciation Club [Bobby Donny] 02 Bobby Donny Soundsystem - Breaklights [Bobby Donny] 03 Lawrence - The Swamp [Smallville Records] 04 Jason Hersco - Jazz Thing [Lisztomania] 05 Pedro D'Alessandro - El Parque [Ondulé Recordings] 06 Pedro D'Alessandro - Fantomatique [Ondule Recordings] 07 Marlon George - Theo [Robsoul Recordings] 08 Keita Sano - Full Gain [Esuoh] 09 Slxm Sol - Galaxy [Soul Quest Records] 10 Lawrence - Gravity Hill [Smallville Records] 11 Farhad - Feel it (Soul Groove late night Dub) [Feedasoul Records] 12 Classonix - Rhythmica [Dobro] 13 Glenn Davis - Girl You Gotta (Mark Hand Remix)[Inner_Ear_Master] 14 IMGADSDEN - No Guarantee [House Salad Music] 15 Intr0beatz - Clare [Moment Cinetique] 16 Lucas Moinet - Speed Limit (Retromigration_remix) [APRH Records] 17 Dj Ibanez - Dusk Till Dawn [House Salad Music] 18 Tuccillo - The Waves [Kaoz Theory] 19 Josh Butler - Be True [Cajual Records] 20 Ezel & Rona Ray - Forest Gump [Bayacou Records 21 Josh Butler - Let Me Hold You [Cajual Records] 22 Jason Hodges, Joey Coco - Valentino feat. Emerson Alexander [Refuge Recordings] 23 DJ Steaw - Don't Stop [Kaoz Theory] 24 Flaze - Off The Block [Esuoh] 25 Nebulaee - Stellar Funk [Borderline Black] 26 Scan 7 - All for Me [Heist Recordings] 27 Ezel & Rona Ray - Take me Home [Bayacou Records] Radioshow, "House Music", "Electronic Music", "Dj Mix", "Big Pack", "So What", "So What! Radioshow", "Radio Webphré" www.priokskfm.online https://ift.tt/L1rm2Uw

[jieyu]

The concert hall. Sound space creation in all directions, space creation in a continuum. [28] Rejuvenation of particularities. Ondulation of the sum. [29]

The hall — a sophisticated form in sophisticated surroundings, a space subtracted from the whole, exposition of shifting thicknesses of walls and floors. [19] — suspended with lightweight steel connectors in an abstract composition that linked the rehearsal rooms to one another. [46] The ceiling cut open; exposed.The collected brass of the openings, fused into a colossal euphonium, reaching into the troposphere. Kaleidoscopic fireworks of a thousand suns.Touching the luminous troposphere.

[whomp-whump]

R. E. M.

Sometimes Michael needs it. His head gets full of words, especially after a day of training the new recruits.

They all look at him like he's got the meaning of life balanced on the tip of his tongue. He tells them to keep their head down, answer yes madame and yes sir. Those eyes keep burning in the back of his mind.

Master Faust is busy, but he likes to reserve a few quiet moments to his personal enjoyment. Michael is always moved when he's invited to participate.

He lies with his head on Master's lap, body gone slack. He's vaguely aware of the drool dripping down his cheek and on the floor. Master cards long, expert fingers through his hair, knuckles stroking his scalp.

Michael is blinking, on and off. Master keeps an open book on his folded knee, but every so often Michael feels the pull of his gaze. If his neck wasn't heavy as cement, he'd have craned it back to watch.

He whines: Master's caught a knot. "Shush," he says, and the soft buzzing in Michael's ears gets more intense.

- He rakes at his temples, trying to keep his skull from splitting in two. "Stop." Is that his voice? Is it him talking?

"Stop!" -

Dreaming. Remembering. Forgetting. Dreaming? Michael feels his brain melting, turn into soda and fizzling away. He hasn't drank soda in years.

- The wind bites cold, so they get closer to the fire. Someone hands him a can, purple and covered in flashy writing. "They don't have any beer but they keep this shit? Ah, fuck." -

Master has stopped tugging at his hair. Michael mouths a "what", which ends up sounding more like a wail. Faust brushes the bridge of his nose, thumb skimming over a cheekbone.

He's thinking, Michael can tell. He wants to ask him, but his eyes keep shutting off, rolling back, completely gone. He feels Master's hand move from head to thigh.

- "Don't touch me, you fucking freak!" Faust's lips quirk in a tight smile. He's having fun. That's probably the most terrifying thing Michael's ever seen. Fast as lightning, he grasps at Michael's throat. -

The ondulating movement lulls him. His body feels limp and strung up at the same time, breath leaving his lungs in big clouds. Faust digs his palm against him, methodical, a little harsh.

- "I believe the rules have changed, sergeant." He scoffs at the word. "Sergeant. Look at you, poor dear. Who stole you from the Nursery? You must've been the prettiest puppy in the facility."

Michael spits a gulp of blood. Faust's nostrils flare. "Go to hell." -

[chibiclem]

The Ace of Hearts and his Jack

" Feliciano never expected the situation to be this complicated... For the Jack of Heart to have been dispatched far from his King and Queen it was an event, but to even have sent him to the border of the No Man's Land, the Joker's territory....By The embodiment of Heart! He really knew something had been off . But what exactly.... Even Kiku..-well I mean his Highness- who was the one to give the alert about strange phenomenons couldn't tell him exactly what he was supposed to find. And even Gilbert the Joker who often came to tease his King would only smile widly at the question, exposing his sharp teeth, and say something like " Kesese !! It's so exciting and awesome you will see!! It's something long forgotten but that will awaken to furfill it's purpose once more! But I can't tell you more, you will have to find out by yourself!" The Heck was that seriously?! It was hella scary now!! Don't get him wrong, Gilbert was mostly friendly to the Heart's hierarchy in general, but he was a JOKER, a malicious and suspicious being, and thus, couldn't be trust. Nobody knew what he really was, nor the extend of his power...nor his purpose. And after saying such things, he would just vanish in a "pouf!", nowhere to be seen ( like usual), letting the poor Jack having to go check all the things out. At least his Highness told him to be carefull not to go too far behind the border and to retreate if any danger was around, which the Jack was to gladly obliged! Still, he had been scared to the core, being the one being send for one of his first real mission, near the abandonned and scary land where nobody from the 4 kingdom would ever go excepted banished ones! Tales said it was full of monsters, or people that didn't belong to any of the 4 kingdoms .(He prefered the second kind to the first honestly.) He eventually had left with his faithfull horse, Isabella, after a 3-hour lecture about how to call help and flee AT THE LAST TIME by his King, and had ran for 4 days before reaching the borders, gulping at the sight of the devastated landscape and the narrow mountain looking like shark teeth. The checkpoint tower's guardians were really brave, he had though, to be able to stay there. Hearts soldiers were known for their discipline and here was the extreme example of that! Stopping by the tower, the Jack had tried to give a confident vibe and had proposed himself to go on an inspection, alone. He didn't know why he had said that at that moment, maybe because he had always wanted to prove he wasn't useless to Ludwig, but he had regretted it immediatly afterward, when he had started to walk along the borders. Before him had been standing the mountains he had seen earlier, and the sight of a desert, the air being dry and heavy and the sun burning good despite the purple smoke emanating from the floor. "Vee!!!" would he cry out when he though he spotted a movement, or a sound. He really wanted this to be over soon, but he still had to go there. And surprisingly even to him, he did. Shortly enough, he had been surrounded by rocks, but still could see the reassuring tower behind him. After 1h, seeing that nothing was happening and that he couldn't spot anything wrong, he had though about fleeing when he had suddenly realized there was an extra shadow covering him. Just after that, he had heard a soft whistle and had felt the air being moved behind him. At this point, he had hoped for a bird, but when he had turned around what he had found...was the most strange humanoid he had never seen: A blond humanoïd man (or woman? He couldn't tell), wearing some bizarre clothes with a heart printed on it, and with a huge tail also shaped as a Heart, floating by him and looking at him with wide eyes. Wide eyes he had exchanged for long seconds while gasping and holding his lance near him as if it was a ramp to save him from falling. "Vee!!! Don't...don't hurt me please!! I don't taste good!" he had said out of habbit. At that, the blondy had started smiling and  waltzing right and left in the air with excitement, singing musical notes so fast that even the Jack confused spirit came to notice it was like he was trying talking to him. Without much warning he could have understand, the thing was hugging him with strengh, seemingly very happy to see him, whereas the Jack had started screaming. More minutes had been needing for him to fully recover that encounter. When the half-humanoïd floating hazard had let go of him, sniffing him around, he really did start to examinate him. "Ve..you scared me! But what are you exactly? I've never seen such creature before...Oww...nobody will believe me.." How was he gonna explain that? No, was that even real? He couldn't have told at that moment. Besides, he didn't know if it was the thing he was looking for. So what to do? Well, he had asked! "Are you...the one who was supposed to awaken?" To his surprise (not that he wasn't already, but it was pilling up), the humanoid had seemed to understand and waved his head, then ondulated and caressed the Jack's hand with his nose. It was like...a floating giant humanoid cat asking for a hug! Feliciano had patted him back cautiously, allowing himself to relax until he had remembered his mission with a serious dead face. "Sorry buddy...I've to report you to the King and the Queen! But I should still search a little more...Could you stay there for a while ?" He had told the Blondy. Yeah, he really did believe it to stay kindly there, but the night and the day afterward proved him wrong. And here he was right now, straddling back to the castle Isabella with the dragon-thingy flying and playing with his lance, trying to steal hugs here and there or floating around him like he was the sun and him an hyperactive moon. Heck he never actually believed nobody in the tower saw the Blondy before he left. It was like he could dissapear in thin air as soon he tried mentioning him and then come back waking him up in his bedroom, when everybody he had tried to explain what he saw was soundly asleep. At least, it was following him so his highnesses could see him! It was better than what Feliciano hoped! But now he was thinking....what was going on exactly, and if the floating hazard was the thing to awaken...what was his purpose? Was he gonna be scolded by the King once again for bringing it to the castle? Heavy thoughs would accompagny him all during his trip, while the Ace of heart seemed perfectly fine and playfull! Fa Fa Mi Sol, It felt good to be awake!" *** From a serie I will call "Ace awakening", with for setting the Hetalia Cardverse universe and his representation I have of it! *Hearts : For me, Heart is a valiant kingdom, know mostly for his strong army but also hard workers community, which is appreciated among the others kingdoms. However, the" Land of Love and Faith " has some like to call it suffers from a lack of ressources, and are very dependant of the others kingdoms, specially since it is one of the most populated kingdom. Thus, only ties with Clubs (a manufacturing specialized kingdom) are a strong one since a long time, the others really being for necessity and commerce mostly, even if the Queen of Spades and Hearts are quite close together. Poland, Ace of Hearts : “Fé” is the most sociable, expressive and malicious of all the Aces. Like an hyperactive cat,  He likes to give hugs, to eat with the royalties, expressing his joy by singing (he is quite “talkative” ) and waltzing in the air like crazy!  The Kingdom of Hearts in my story is the Kingdom of the mind and spirit : Motivation, Determination (hehe, remind you of something?), Bravery, Valor, etc…As his Queen, he have the power to control bodies and of course, can do it to more than 2 or 3 person! *The royals and their Jack : As a result of these weakness the others could exploit, the King Ludwig has to lead his kingdom with an iron hand and thus has it very strict about many aspect in life, at least in public. He had to for most his life, and if it wasn't for the help of his Queen Kiku and his Jack Feliciano, certanly he could evolve in a scary and cold king that have to keep an appareance even among his own people. However he is quite loved, which is not totally the same with his wife Kiku, a foreigner that was born from Spades parents but that showed the Heart mark. Why would the at-the-time Prince choose a stranger among all the candidates? Well, Ludwig wasn't much for love but he felt Kiku and him where on the same vibes, as they both could be strict with things. And he was right, since they became allies quite fast. Kiku is a secretive Queen, not showing much of his emotions and used to not be liked. He was almost pulled out of his family, magical scientist from Spades, and forced to marry the Heart King. Having a strong will to respect the rules, he still initially held a grudge against the Hearts but then thanks to Feliciano discovered the hidden side of Ludwig, the kind one he never showed, and progressively felt like a part of the family himself, becoming the most precious ally of his husband. Still, even if he was never borned with a Spade symbol, he sometimes crave for his old place. That's how he became friend with Queen Arthur, as they are both quite found of spells and magic! He always though that Spades had the key of all the magic power hidden in each kingdom and behind their marks, and he likes to borrow books to deepen his knowledge about it! Feliciano him was Ludwig's devoted Jack since they were children. The poor one wasn't really good at it (he could be scared of many things and run away without warning!), but only him could make him show his warm side, and thus he kept the honor of his family, working for the Heart Monarchy for generations, intact! Besides, the young brunette was strong as all the citizen of hearts, and some had made a mistake by underestimating him. It's rare, but it's only when he wants to! He has an older brother who's ended up being diamound and they were separated very young. They still saw each other from time to time since Lovino was taken care of by a close friend of Francis, Antonio; but there's still a gap between them... It's probably this missing brother that made Feliciano be so clingy with Ludwig and after Kiku. Like that, the trio has an alchemy that none other Kingdom royalties can relate to. ****

Links to others Cardverse related art: https://chibiclem.tumblr.com/tagged/cardverse

I’m making a test to see if it is better that way than making this in as a picture post!^^

[archeyesmagazine]

© Rob ‘t Hart

Completed in 1997, Villa VPRO was the first realized project by MVRDV architecture firm. The proposal departs from traditional cellular office environments by inviting occupants to transition seamlessly from one floor to the next through an undulating and stepped concrete landscape. MVRDV’s revolutionary approach was informed by an ambitious brief and employees’ desire for the perfect work environment.

Villa VPRO Technical Information

Architects: MVRDV

Team: Winy Maas, Jacob van Rijs and Nathalie de Vries with Stefan Witteman,Alex Brouwer, Joost Glissenaar, Arjan Mulder, Eline Strijkers, Willem Timmer, Jaap van Dijk, Fokke Moerel, Joost Kok

Location: Mediapark, Hilversum, The Netherlands

Client: PRO Broadcasting Corporation

Material: Concrete

Type: Commercial, Offices, studios,

Area: 10,500 m2

Budget: €10 Million 

Project Year: 1995-1997

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The question that became central to the design of Villa VPRO was whether the informal and flexible use of the old villas, which undeniably influenced the programs that were made in them, could be translated into a modern office designed for maximum efficiency.

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Villa VPRO Headquarters Photographs

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In 1997, the VPRO moved from its former premises, a group of 13 villas, to the new ‘Villa VPRO’. Over the years the villas had played a vital role in establishing the VPRO’s identity. The staff, who had previously worked in en-suite rooms, attics, sun lounges, and on first floors, were tasked with adapting to a ‘real’ office environment.

The question that became central to the design of Villa VPRO was whether the informal and flexible use of the old villas, which undeniably influenced the programs that were made in them, could be translated into a modern office designed for maximum efficiency. In other words, would ‘informality’ be able to survive the increase in scale? Was there any point in retaining the villa as a metaphor?

The VPRO headquarter – the so-called Villa VPRO – can be described using terms such as compactness (absence of long corridors) and spatial differentiation (a large number of different rooms) and in terms of its relationship to the landscape around it.

Given the present town-planning restrictions on the site – zoning plan boundaries and maximum building heights – compactness has led to ‘the deepest office building in the Netherlands’. ‘ Precision void bombing’ has produced serpentine-like patios in the building which allow the access of natural light to be combined with views over the surroundings.

The result is an open-plan office where the difference between inside and outside is vague. The greenery that stood where the building now stands has been replaced with a raised grass-covered roof under which lies a ‘geological formation’ of different floors. These floors are connected to one another by spatial devices such as ramps, stepped floors, monumental steps, and small rises, thus providing a route to the roof.

The structure of Villa VPRO, floors supported by a grid of columns and stabilizing props, ensures that rooms retain the greatest possible transparency. Technical facilities are hidden in the hollow floor, whose Spartan character serves as a commentary on the addictive aspects of present-day air-conditioning installations. The floors are fed with air, data, and electricity through semi-transparent shafts.

The differences in height in the resulting continuous interior, combined with the wings created by the gaps, make possible a wide range of work contexts in different office typologies to meet the ever-changing demands imposed by VPRO’s business.

Lounge, attic, hall, patio, and terrace types all serve to echo the old premises.

Villa VPRO Headquarters Plans

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About MVRDV

MVRDV is a Rotterdam, Netherlands-based architecture and urban design practice founded in 1993. The name is an acronym for the founding members: Winy Maas (1959), Jacob van Rijs (1964), and Nathalie de Vries (1965). Other works from MVRDV 

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[kithas]

The Forest of Brambles

I’ve already written the short story for the sixth day of #Demonchildrenweek2019, “Mind”! Check it out!

You can read the original version here, as always.

The girl tore through the spiky brambles that surrounded her in every direction as far as she could see. A dense forest of black brambles, and Kanae, the child, alone under the unforgiving cold moonlight. She had only wanted to see her again, to find Lee, but that… thing, it had taken her and brought her to that nightmare word. Getting continuously caught on the brambles, noticing of the small prickles in her arms and face, he didn’t surrender. Not yet, not before getting to that thing. A White wall, almost sparkling in the middle of the pitch-black forest. A building. Kanae knew all too well she wasn’t in her reality anymore, it was a sort of dream, and so, that building with white walls and many windows that looked so much like her own residence had to mean something.

Maybe, Kanae thought when she left the thickness and entered the building, she would find Lee’s room inside. She went through the main hallway, looking around, everything was the same as she remembered it, like that other time when Lee managed to get into the kitchen and filled everyone’s meal with pepper, making everyone (even herself) unable to taste anything for a whole week. Or that other time, when she got to the common room when nobody was looking and hacked the television screen to bypass TITAN’s censorship and show a grownups movie. Or that other time, when she took the left-wing stairs and drenched them in oil, just to take a makeshift sled and slide down the six floors in a one-way trip downstairs. That was actually really funny, almost as funny as when Lee filled the fire sprinklers tank with glitter, and the next fire drill was the most colorful anyone could remember in the education facility. She was like that, always slaking to the outside, but always thinking, tinkering with the rules, making the best scheme the schooling facility had seen just to have fun. She might not have been a good student, but Lee had a gift: To make her days brighter.

Was that a crime so bad to send Kanae to that hellish place, full of darkness, where the only thing she could look at was a somber copy of Lee’s bedroom? The girl heard something, a whisper. Someone was looking for her, the one that would give her all the answers she could ask for. The one she had gone there to speak with. Kanae got out of her friend’s room, took the stairs again, and before she could know it, she was at the rooftop terrace. Empty. Dark, in the night, with the only light that of the full moon. The girl looked around, searching for the one she was looking for, to no avail. She got to the wire fence, at the end of the terrace, and looked at the forest. A forest of brambles, under the moonlight. A forest that moved on its own, ondulating like it was alive. Like it had a mind. “Kanae” The whisper sent a shiver through her spine. “Kanae”. But nobody was there. “Kanae”. “Where are you?” the girl tried, looking around, scared. She didn’t want to do that, but she wanted to see Lee again, and if that was what she wanted, she had to go through thinks she didn’t like. “Sh-Show yourself” “I’m right here, Kanae…” The thing replied. “How can you not see me? I’m right here. You. Only. Have. To. Look”. Kanae adjusted her sight, and then… And then everything became clear. A body, covered in brambles, suspended on thin air with the full moon when the face should be. Because that was no moon, but a mask with two red eyes, looking narrowly at her. The demon lowered itself, controlling its vine-like body, just to talk with her, face to face. A demon against a scared child. Noticing at the brambles what surrounded his body, Kanae looked around again, and she realized there was never a forest, and all those brambles, all that barbed wire that had injured her arms and face on her way to the building was no other thing than the actual body of the creature, surrounding the building, the only building that was left in that place. “What?” The demon noticed her expression. “Have you already recognized this place? I know that I have made myself comfortable, but I have to say, little child, that at firs it worried me that you wouldn’t get to know your own mind”.

[choreographique]

Contemporary dance classes based on floor work, partnering work and simple acrobatic sequences led by dancer and choreographer Roser López Espinosa from Barcelona. This training approaches movement from the basis of an articulated, soft, agile, fast and powerful body, taking advantage of the movement capacity of the spine as a motor: curves, spirals, twists, riples and combined ondulating movements. We go through floor work, with rolls, glides, simple acrobatic movements and jumps. We do partnering exercises, from couple and group lifts and connections to building up architectures of “several bodies linked as one” or “knotts”, strategies that go from subtility to complex shared paths. We awaken the tuning and the sense of team to create together fast trajectories in space. We put into practice the different eye ranges, detail, imagination, precision and playfulness. www.roserlopez.com ROSER LÓPEZ ESPINOSA is a regular teacher at the Dance Conservatory of Barcelona / Institut del Teatre, a guest teacher at MTD in Amsterdam and ArtEZ Dansacademie in Arnhem (The Netherlands), La Caldera (Barcelona), Dansateliers (Rotterdam) and teaches workshops internationally. Her work and workshops have been programed at main European international festivals as well as in Egypt, Argentina, Chile, Panama, Canada and Japan. Music: Sérgio Mendes ft. Carlinhos Brown. Music used for educational purposes only. No author rights infringment intended.

[my-dear-anonym]

Falling Through Time: Book 2

Masterpost

Jamilton Series Masterpost

Basking in Firelight

Part Seven

Broke

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Warnings: Death, blood, threats, cussing, mental torture,

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"You know, when I came to Virginia and decided I might have to get a roommate, this is not what I had in mind," Hamilton stated. After a moment he added, "At least the rent's free."

"And free food too," Jefferson said, grimacing at the disgusting pile of mush on his plate before shoveling it into his mouth.

"No electric bill. Or water."

"No mobs that try to kill you when you walk out the door."

"Just an occasional dick of a soldier."

"And all you have to do for admission is get shot."

"And lead a rebel army."

"Not half bad, I'd say."

"Not bad at all."

They both laughed.

Neither of them knew how long they'd been imprisoned. Neither of them knew what was happening in the outside world. If the revolution was still alive or if it was crushed. The war was over, why did this happen?

Because it wasn't over. It was never over. Nothing is ever over so easily. The rebels won a huge victory and everyone assumed it was the end of it all. The Government had other plans apparently, which evidently included kidnapping two of the heads of the rebel cause. Two of the greatest icons. It would have been a devastating blow to the cause. How many were still fighting? How many had given up? Hamilton wasn't sure if he wanted to know.

He was restless, he didn't understand how Jefferson could sit still for so long, how having nothing to do didn't drive him crazy. He just sat there and hummed. Hummed, always with the humming.

At least it wasn't silent. Humming was better than silence. Eventually, Hamilton started humming along. It was a tune he knew and it kept him occupied, so why not?

Hamilton paced, hands clasped behind his back. Jefferson sat in the corner, back straight, eyes closed. Hamilton stopped in front of him. "What are you doing," he asked Jefferson.

"Thinking."

"Thinking about what?"

"Lots of things."

"What kind of things."

"How to build a new nation."

"No, don't think about that," Hamilton said.

"Why not?" Jefferson asked, cracking an eye open.

"Because you suck at it, T. J."

"And you're even worse, Publius."

"You're insufferable."

"Alas, you're stuck with me. Roommates, remember?"

"Asshole."

"Bastard."

Hamilton sank against the wall, resting his head against the cool stone. He wished he had his cello. Just as Jefferson wished he had his violin. The nothingness was getting to both of them, Hamilton just showed it more.

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"Je ne peux pas attendre pour voir la couleur à nouveau. J'en ai marre de ces murs gris et de ces sols crasseux. Je veux voir les jaunes et les verts du printemps. Champs rouges de fleurs. Arbres ondulant dans le vent. Des étendues sans fin de plaines d'herbe. Je veux emmener mes chevaux et galoper à travers eux, puis pique-niquer au sommet d'une colline.(I can't wait to see color again. I'm tired of these gray walls and grimy floors. I want to see the yellows and greens of spring. Red fields of flowers. Trees waving in the wind. Endless stretches of grass plains. I want to take my horses out and just gallop through them and then have a picnic at the top of a hill)," Jefferson said with a soft smile.

"Est-ce avant ou après que vous ayez brûlé le monde entier(Is this before or after you have burned the whole world to the ground)?" Hamilton asked.

"Gravez-le pour le reconstruire. Meilleur. Plus libre(Burn it to rebuild it. Better. More free)."

"Si nous vivons(If we live)," Hamilton said.

"Si nous vivons(If we live)," Jefferson repeated

Hamilton replied after a few moments. "Nous allons vivre. Je vis toujours. Et si je peux le faire, vous le pouvez aussi(We will live. I always live. And if I can make it, so can you)."

The door swung open, "You," the man said, pointing at Jefferson, "we're going for a walk."

"How about you go for a walk and leave me the fuck alone? I'm not a fan of your company."

Hamilton snorted. The man strode into the room grabbed Jefferson by the hair and jerked his face into the floor. "Hey!" Hamilton leaped to his feet. "You can't come in here and smash his face into the ground just after I gave such a wonderful motivational speech."

The man turned to look at Hamilton. "Shut your face."

Jefferson had risen to his full height, towering over the man, grinning a grin that promised a bloody death. Hamilton realized just then how terrifying Jefferson could be. Before anyone could so much as breathe, Jefferson stepped back, wound up his fist, and slammed into the man's face right as he looked over his shoulder to see Jefferson standing and paled, sending him sprawling out the doorway.

"Shit, Jefferson," Hamilton swore.

Jefferson nodded toward the doorway, "Let's go." Hamilton nodded and they raced out the doorway, Hamilton stopping to steal the pistol from the man's belt. Jefferson must've really hit him hard, the guy was out cold. They ran down the hallway, taking turnings sharply, praying they didn't run into anyone else. Hamilton checked to see how much ammo he had. Eight rounds. Not enough.

Hamilton had great aim, so they could take out at least eight, and if they took the weapons from them too, they might just have a chance.

They rounded another corner only to come skidding to a halt. Jefferson and Hamilton stood face to face with a group of at least twenty soldiers. Well, shit. Hamilton's gun was already aimed squarely at his favorite person.

"Well, well, well," Hamilton sneered, "if it isn't none other than Jimmy Matthews. How are you doing to today? I ran all this way just to find out."

Matthews smiled sourly, "Just fine. I'll be better after I smear your brains all over the walls."

"So violent. What would your mother think?" Jefferson asked.

"At least I have one," Matthews sneered. Hamilton and Jefferson growled. "Now come quietly, you're outnumbered, there's no way you can make it out alive if you fight." Hamilton glanced at Jefferson who nodded in return. Hamilton slowly lowered his pistol. "Good," Matthews purred.

Hamilton and Jefferson bolted back the way they came and took a different route. "Find them!" Matthews screamed.

"Split up," Jefferson said, turning down a different hallway. Hamilton kept running. He and Jefferson could make it out. They could. They had to. So Hamilton ran.

Right into the butt of a gun.

He slammed into the ground, his world swimming, the gun smashed into his face again.

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He woke and was dragged from the room into another room with a massive window. One way glass. The room on the other side was empty, but the room he was in wasn't. Matthews stood there with several other guards. "Talk," he commanded.

Hamilton spat on the floor.

"I'm going to say this again, talk."

"Go fuck yourself."

"Bring him in," Matthews said.

Hamilton whirled and looked through the one-way glass as Jefferson was dragged into the room by his hair and thrown to the ground. His face was bloody and beaten up. His clothes were even more ragged than before. Jefferson struggled to his knees and stared defiantly into his captor's eyes.

"Talk," Matthews said again.

"Fuck you," Hamilton growled.

On the other side of the glass, Jefferson's captor aimed a gun at Jefferson's head.

"Talk," Matthews said again.

Hamilton grit his teeth, refusing to remove his gaze from Jefferson. Jefferson looked right at Hamilton as if he could see through the one-way glass.

"I said fuck you," Hamilton ground out.

Jefferson's captor pulled the trigger and Jefferson sank to the floor.

Hamilton snapped.

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[heloisebechuespace]

Zero by Snøhetta

Ce projet est un cube en marbre évidé placé dans une ville Norvégienne , où l’on peut s’y asseoir, s’y reposer ou manger. Des ondulations de marbre au sol créées l’assise, où l’on peut aussi se mettre en position allongé. Des cercles de lumière au plafond illuminent l’intérieur du cube.

Ce projet me plait car il joue sur les volumes au sol ainsi qu’a l”intérieur du cube. Il donne l’impression d’une pièce en plein-air.

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This project is an open-air marble cube located in a Norvegian town, where we can sit, rest or eat. The undulating floor created some kind of seats, where we can also be elongate? Cercles of lights on the ceiling are lightning the cube’s interior.

I enjoyed this project for its volumes at the ground but also inside of the cube. It gives the impression of an open-air room.

[punkakess]

Natsu and Gray - Trust

Gray moaned out loud when Natsu nudged something inside him that made his resolve crumble down. The raven was never one to let go completely, however Natsu was one of the only people who were able to get under his skin. Be it with teasing words or violence and now with burning touches and bruising kisses, even the smallest action ripped a reaction of him. The two man moved together, bodies sweat ondulating over the sheets, their breath grew heavier the closer they were of the edge. Gray was there first, launching himself fearless on the black abysm, knowing fully well that Natsu would follow him, because that's what Natsu did to him, stripped him from the fear and hesitation, gave him courage. When they hit the bottom of the abysm, love confession tumbled out of their mouth. Natsu barely caught himself before he crushed Gray under him, hissing when he put too much weight on his injured shoulder. "Tch, I should've been the one on top, you moron. Your shoulder doesn't look very good." Gray mumbled, his choice of tone was familiar but the words lacked the bitting heat. "Shhh... Don't ruin my after-glow, ice princess. Besides, your leg is not any better. Maybe when this all is over, you can ride me to your heart's contents." Natsu retorted in a whisper. It was a lie that Gray's leg was worse, but they couldn't afford having Gray not able to run at all if the time came, and it would, Natsu was sure. For now at least, they were secure and they could rest, gather as much strength and energy as possible. The next day would be dangerous and so many things could go wrong. "Let's sleep, tomorrow we have a busy day." Natsu made sure one gun was under the pillow and other was resting on the nightstand before spooning Gray from behind. "Yeah, or maybe you'll be the one riding me." Gray replayed with a smug voice, kissing his lover's hand quickly before relaxing his body and closing his eyes. -x- Shrill noises pierced through the air in calculated time, creating annoying patterns that awoke Gray from his slumber and made him grunt in displeasure for having his sleep interrupted. Slowly opening his blue eyes, the dark haired man concentrated on what exactly was the sound, jumping to a sitting position in alarm when his ears recognized the, by now familiar, sirens noises. It could not be, they had been found already. Shaking Natsu desperately, Gray wondered how this moron was able to infiltrate a fucking secret organization on a continental force like Alvarez, when even the siren of police he couldn't hear on his asleep like dead state. The pink haired man grunted and in no time was sitting up alert upon hearing the siren. Natsu got up, ignoring the fact he was butt naked and looked out of the window through a gap on the curtains. The cops were just getting out of the cars which gave them at least a few minutes. Natsu had made sure nobody would recognize them when he and Gray checked in on the hotel, more over, the cops would have to go in every bedroom that the receptionist informed that held two man, which is not a big information, this was a love hotel, after all. "How the fuck they found us already?" He complained and only earned an annoyed snort from Gray who was struggling with his pants. "What do you expect, we are being hunted down as State Enemies." Gray hissed while buttoning his pants and searching for one of the guns at the same time. "I know, but I wasn't expecting them to find us so fucking quickly. I thought we would have at least until lunch time to get ready." They both rushed around the room, gathering their belongs at the same time they finished dressing. "Fuck, we didn't even had time to eat breakfast." "Natsu, the god-damned police is after us and you're thinking about food." The dark haired boy accused with a frown. "Yesterday you kept complaining about wanting to go to the bathroom the whole day!" Natsu shout-whispered, his pink head poking out of the door, looking up and down to make sure there was no cops on their floor yet. "Well, pee is a natural need!" "As well as food. Now let's go, the path is clear." They tip-toed heading for the stairs. When the pair was half away from the roof, they heard the cops entering the floor of their room and breathed deep in relief. Unfortunately the relief was short lived because as the door for the stairs was threw open a bunch of cops entered the small space, guns ready and pointing up. "Fuck, did you locked the hotel door, Gray?" Natsu asked, knowing that every second the police wasted was a gift and necessary for their scape. With the door open it would be obvious they weren't on that bedroom. Gray's guilty expression was all the answer Natsu needed. Grabbing the raven's hand, Natsu started to climb the stairs in high speed, Gray tumbling behind him, his injured leg slowing him down. They kept their heads down, free arm protecting them from the bullets coming like tiny little missiles in their directions. And it wasn't long before the couple reached the door to the seiling, which Natsu opened with a powerful kick. The warm sunlight hit their faces full force, blinding them momentarily, but Natsu didn't stop, his grasp on Gray's hand tightening just a little bit more. He couldn't help a tiny smile when his raven returned the action. Gray closed the door this time and made sure to lock it as a way to get them enough time to escape. He looked around searching for the fire emergency stairway only to come out empty. "Natsu, how the fuck are we gonna escape?" "We jump." Was the simple answer and Gray would've laughed if his boyfriend didn't look so solemn. "What the fuck? What do you mean jump?" "To the roof of the neighbor building. Don't be idiot." Natsu said as his eyes rolled and Gray was about to snap out a retort when the noises of people trying to break down the door reached their ears. He turned to face Natsu, desperation clear in his features. But the pink haired man was already looking at him, waiting for an answer. "It's too far, my leg... I can't." Natsu kissed him suddenly, his always overly warm lips pressing firmly against his own. Tanned hands snaked into his ink hair and yanked softly, pulling Gray from the kiss until his eyes were gazing in deep emerald colored irises. "Do you trust me to not let you fall?" Gray nodded without hesitation and earned another peck from Natsu. The noises of the door close to give out made the couple snap out of their little world and face forward. The gap between the two building seemed to mock Gray and he squeezed Natsu's hand just this side of painful. They counted until three before sprinting in the direction of the edge of the roof, Gray's leg burned but Natsu kept pulling him by the hand, making the raven ignore the pain. When they reached the edge and used their legs to launch their bodies on the air, Gray closed his eyes, the only thing he was sure was Natsu's hand clinging to his own.

[lindaclarinibijoux]

79Story @lindaclarinibijoux #inspiration #jewellery #seashells #music #love https://youtu.be/MMYWWNKNxwg Check Doobie Brothers - What A Fool Believes (DJOK! Extended Club Mix of the Digital Vision Edit) #oneofmygoldlovesongs #attendsjetexplique Fais attention bombe atomique, ça fait longtemps que je danse sur celle-là, tu me vois #grandsourire, onduler des épaules, faire la vague en mode on fire ultra sexy Hahaha ! Toi aussi. Ah si t'es pas en train de vibrer sur ce son avec moi c'est que tu ne sais pas danser et ici c'est tous les jours. Oui oui c'est comme ça, j'ai changé le nom du club j'ai décidé que l'on avait suffisamment progressé en anglais, les leçons moi quand on me connaît... Galatée c'est pas ma vibe, je nous décrète le club des danseurs nés. Hum hum ! Regarde, tu entends les premières secondes tac tu souris direct tu groove smooth de gauche à droite en avant en arrière avec grâce (si les deux en même temps c'est ça le secret des danseurs nés si tu fais l'un après l'autre, t'es mort), tu as deux épaules oui sers t'en ça part de là souligne le doux balancement de ton corps avec les bras n'oublie pas tes doigts et un peu la tête (léger), les jambes souples (toujours), hop tourne quand tu le sens, tu mets des ailes à tes pieds en riant tellement c'est bon, tu t'envoles, évidemment il faut arrêter de te regarder et de réfléchir tu ne danses pas en rythme c'est le rythme qui danse avec toi, voilà prends de la place occupe l'espace t'es belle/t'es beau quand tu danses alors vas-y ne te cache pas, tu dois presque être partout en même temps, libère c'est ça tu vois ça monte juste t'écoutes et tu te balances yes laisse faire ton corps, les hanches ondulent (oui même les hommes) ferme les yeux si c'est trop fort pour toi mais yoh ne baisse jamais la tête, tu peux chanter aussi si t'es sweet dans la musique comme moi voilààà c'est çaaaaaa boum ! T'as vu il n'y a pas de point parce que danser c'est tout ça en même temps. Hahaha tu as compris c'est tout ton corps qui parle pour toi, résultat ils/elles veulent tou(te)s danser avec toi, même le dance floor en redemande. Aaaah elle tourne en boucle ici, elle est en or comme moi, oui toi aussi puisque tu es ici. (à Linda Clarini Bijoux en coquillages) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7oXIZUKki5/?igshid=rk1ayavysc3o

[omgmykpopfictionsandstuff]

It all comes to this

5 ans a cacher son mariage, à attendre la fin de son contrat… et au final elle n’avait simplement plus le courage. Aujourd’hui elle était en interview avec Tiffany pour parler ensemble de la vie après la KPOP avec Ellen. Elle était simplement assise là à écouter Tiffany parler quand Ellen l’interrompit.

 “Excuse me sweetheart. But there’s someone who just arrived and she’s gonna takeover this interview.” Ellen se leva pour laisse rune sublime noiraude entré. “The floor’s yours” dit Ellen calmement

 La noiraude hocha la tête et la foule s’écria telle des fans en furies. La noiraude s’assit alors qu’Ellen s’installa dans le publique vachement contente de l’effet de la petite dame. Une robe rouge coller a ses formes un sublime décolleté dans le dos dévoilant les tatouages dans son dos. Elle avait un maquillage très sombre et un rouge à lèvres matte rouge intense. Tout ça n’avait que pour effet rendre ses yeux verts plus intenses. Elle avait ce sourire ravageur et se posa sur le bord de son fauteuil. Amber avait le cœur au bord des lèvres et Tiffany n’en croyait pas ses yeux.

 « Good evening ladies. » Elle sourit « I’m Mona » Elle rit en entendant la foule hurler « So Ellen said I could come interview anytime I wanted, if I was sure I wanted to reconvert into a talkshow host » Elle prit un petit carnet et rit doucement quand Tiffany se pinça le bras

“I’m not Diana sweetheart.” Mona sourit

“No offenses but you’re so inspirational!” dit Tiffany “You had two kids, raised them on your own and managed, to have such an enormous career.”

“Wrong information sweetheart.” Elle rit puis ouvrit son carnet “Let us delve into the more dark subjects. Dating.”

“Now that we’re free from the no-dating policy I think we could finally live…” Tiffany sourit

“Really ?” Morganna se tourna vers Amber “So… ?”

“Morganna…” Amber roula des yeux “You really wanna do this ?”

“I’ve been patient.” Morganna rit un peu “But they’re asking questions now so, either you answer or you don’t. I don’t care, its all up to you?”

“You know eachother ?” Tiffany demanda avec un peu de candeur dans la voix

 Amber se leva et prit la main de Morganna, même en talons aiguilles la petite irlandaise était plus petite et Amber soupira en riant nerveusement. Morganna caressa sa joue en riant. Elle s’apprêta a reculer, mais Amber la bascula en arrière pour l’embrasser avec passion. Elle redressa l’irlandaise et sortit de sa poche une bague qu’elle mit à son doigt.

 « My wife. » Fit Amber en montrant Morganna… « I said it… »

“You said it…” Morganna rit “Now we can tell the boys.”

“Oh god where are our sons ?” Amber was freaking out

“Jackie and Ian are taking care of them.” Morganna rit “Ellen you can come back, I’ve said what I wanted!”

“All right” Ellen revint calmement et Morganna s’apprêta a partir quand Amber la retint

« Stay… » marmonna Amber

« Heck, I know little to nothing about Kpop… » murmura Morganna

“I call bullshit.” Amber s’assit et prit Morganna sur ses genoux

“Oh !! How about you test the Kpop knowledge !”

 On lança un medley et Tiffany Amber et Morganna se levèrent. Le medley commença avec Gee et Morganna et Tiffany dansèrent en riant. Amber regardant de loin. On passa Nu Abo et les trois femmes dansèrent. Puis on passa quelques autres classiques quand une chanson irlandaise joua et Morganna prit le centre de la scène pour faire de la danse irlandaise en louboutin de 15 cm faisant halluciner Tiffany et Ellen. Morganna s’arrêta à la fin de la chanson et s’inclina en riant.

 « You’re unreal… » fit Tiffany

« Nah. » Morganna rit « I’ve just got a killer balance. » Morganna s’assit sur les genoux d’Amber

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  Amber s’était assise devant la caméra avec son fils sur les genoux et Morganna arriva avec le plus petit des deux.

 « Hi guys…. Soo live on instgram right now… » Amber souleva son aîné qui fixa Morganna s’installer

« Wanna go to mommy ? » soupira Amber

“No.” le petit garcon remonta simplement la couverture sur son petit frère “He catchy cold..”

« OH my heart…. » couina Amber

« He does this often. » dit Mona en souriant “Sooo our marriage, sons and all that jazz…”

“I’ll make a video for the explanations… I just wanted you guys to meet our sons…” dit-elle “Mona did all the work…”

“You supported me.” Morganna rit quand l’aîné s’assit entre elles et tendit les bras vers son frère, Morganna posa donc le plus jeune dans ses bras

« Quickly… Oldest is 3 and half, youngsest is just one. » dit Amber

“Called Jason and Niall” dit Morganna “Jason” montra l’aîné “Niall’ montrant le bébé “Our lil’ fellas.”

 Quelques jours plus tard Amber s’installa devant l’ordinateur pour voir le nombre d’articles scandaleux révélant sa relation avec Morganna. Amber haussa simplement les épaules quand elle leva les yeux pour voir sa femme, dans son t-shirt, sur la pointe des pieds dévoilant un petit string noir, en dentelle, prendre une boite de biscuits et la rejoindre. Ses cheveux tombaient sur ses épaules en ondulations hasardeuse et son visage démaquillé donnait à ses tâches de rousseurs toute la liberté de transparaître. Oui. Accepter de dévoilé son mariage en valait le coup. Elle se pencha pour prendre un biscuit et soupira enamourée.

 « I fucking love you. » dit-elle

“And you’ll love me evenmore…” dit Morganna en se penchant vers son Oreille “We are all alone tonight. No boys.” Dit-elle

“How ?!” Amber haussa les sourcils

“Wellllllllllllll Diana is in town and she said we could use some time alone, so… the boys are gonna stay at hers, Jackie is with them, Ian is too.. don’t worry. Diana raised three girls on her own… our boys won’t be a problem” dit Morganna

“Remind me to bow down to god…” dit Amber en attrapant les hanches de son épouse

“God, that’s me.” Dit Morganna “But I’d love to see you on your knees.”

“You’re a weirdo.” Dit Amber

“And you love it.” Dit Morganna en caressant sa joue

« I fucking love it. » dit-elle « You could do anything to me that I would beg for more… »

“I know.” Dit Morganna en s’en allant “Be ready to suffer love, they’re picking them up in half an hour.”

 Amber avala de travers….

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 Haletante et en sueur, Amber regardait sa belle noiraude, dans le même état qu’elle, lui sourire.

 « That’s why we’re married… » marmonna Amber

“I was gonna say the same thing.” Morganna se blottit dans ses bras “Oh by the way… I think Elrick got married.”

“Pray for that poor boy who married Satan.” Dit Amber

“You just don’t like him because I kissed him.” Dit Morganna

“Yeah… well nonetheless he’s Satan.” Dit Amber en riant

“I thought that was supposed to be Samael.” Nota Morganna

“Both are threats… you’re not gay.” Dit Amber

“Well I married you and not them.” Dit Morganna “So I’m very gay in my book.”

“… fair…” Amber rit et embrassa son front “So when are Jason and Niall back ?”

“In three days…” dit Morganna.

“So … “Amber sourit

“We can fuck everywhere, no one will burst in.” Morganna sourit

“Cue to the memory of your poor roommate when we started dating….” Dit Amber en riant

“Poor Zhen…” Morganna rit

“God…” Amber fixa son telephone “They married off Donghae for business…” Amber soupira “Poor oppa…”

“Maybe he’ll be lucky…” Morganna fixa l’article “Oh yeah he’s lucky… he’s marrying Sayuri Hanako. She’s the Japanese BoA.”

“Poor Donghae, he wanted a big lovestory… Oh shit… look at that… Heechul announced he was gay… and married…”

“TO MY SÖREN !!!?! Bitch what the fuck ? How ? When ? My poor baby …”

“Is older than you.” Dit Amber

“Still my baby…” Morganna secoua la tête “Speaking of satan there’s sorcery behind this !!”