#a 5 year old told him to suck a lemon

[hermit-searching]

Shredder 2003, 2012, Rise: It's futile. The world will betray you. Why fight at all? Why risk your life for those who will persecute you later.

Shredder, 1987: AHAHAHA coughcoughcoughcoughcoughcough hahahaha......welcome to Tilted Towers.

[margoisthemoon2]

Give me 5 more minutes // Viktor x reader Smut

Words: Bro dont ever ask me this the answer is always the same idk

Warnings: smut/lemon, PiV, eating out, a few dirty words, Afab,

Two smut stories in two days LETS GOOOO!!! I love my crippled boy. Viktor brainrot all the way. I’m tired of reading smut of him and he is basically a bottom/sub in each one. NOT in this one though haha!😈 EH MINORS DNI!!!! Uhh viktor has an age in this story but this takes place before he met Jayce and hextech and all that.

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The loud sound of the alarm goes off. You stir in bed reaching over to turn it off. You fell movement beside you. It’s Viktor. You and Vik have been dating for a year. The young 23 year old man moves a bit giving you a kiss on your cheek. You smile still half asleep. But not for long you feel him kiss your lips and then your neck. His arms goes around your waist and he pulls you closer “Goodmorning” he says in his sleepy voice “morning” you let out. He continues to kiss your neck. His hand leaving your waist and catching a feel of your covered breast. “Viktor you have to go” you say groggily “yes but not immediately my dear” he says, he starts sucking on your neck. “What are you a vampire?” You say jokingly your eyes still closed “only for you my dear” he says. You feel his weight shift and he’s now between your legs as his kisses travel down to your chest.

The silk nightgown you wear is slightly pulled down exposing your breast. Viktor kisses each breast and latches onto one, you lightly moan as he grabs the other mound and massages it with his hand occasionally pulling the nipple and twisting. “Mmph” you moan out. “Thats my girl” he says as he comes back up to kiss you on the lips.

The kisses get heavy and heated. Viktor uses his free hand to snake down your torso and into your underwear. Lightly touching your clit and coating his fingers in your juices. He bends down and kisses and suck your neck. In a quivk movement he shoves two of his slender fingers into your warm heat. In shock you grab his arm and arch your back. He works his finger in and out of you looking down at your face admiring every face you make in bliss. Your moaning is getting louder and louder. Soon you wrap your arms around his neck as you shake and come around his fingers. As you come down from your high viktor kisses your forehead and sits next to you leaning against the headboard. You get up removing your underwear and watches as he slides his boxers down watching him jerk off a few times. You climb on top of him positioning yourself over him. “Have i ever told you on how beautiful you look” Viktor says kissing your chest and neck, you respond by lowering yourself onto him the both of you gasp as he fully sheathed inside of you. He puts his hands on your waist as you slowly lifts up but not to dar leaving his tip inside of you “yes all the time” you respond before slamming yourself down onto him. You repeat these movements. You and him stare into eachother eyes with so much love and trust, the room getting hotter and your moans mixing in with eachothers. His hands roam around your body admiring your curves and flaws. You lean down and deeply kiss him. He buries his face into your breast “oh stars im close” he says you hold his head against you feeling yourself clinch around him. “So am i” you sat picking up your pace his hands grab your azz and you lift up as he cums directly on your stomach and thighs. “Ah that was fun” you say attempting to get up. Before you can viktor grabs your hand pulling you towards him you stand above him as he positions your cunt above him. “Im not finished just give me 5 more minutes” he says before disappearing under you. You feel his hot mouth and he planted a series of kisses on your clit. You feel him kiss your thigh before he dived into you. His hot tongue opens your folds as he dips in between your wetness. He eats you like your his last meal on earth. You grab his hair and rock inti him his long nose and tongue doing you alot of justice. You feel another climax coming and your legs are about to give out. He grabs you waist tightly holding you up. You try to push him away but he doesn’t move. “Fuck!” You scream as he dives his tongue deep into you. You shake and quiver hearing vik drink your juices as you came. He pulls back and lets you go. You fall back onto the bed. Heavy breathing.

As you take a look up you see viktor wet chest and your juices covering his nose and mouth. He looks at you “you are so divine my darling” he says. He gets up and off the bed grabbing his cane. “Do you wish to shower with me? I obviously can’t go into work like this” he says snickering a bit. You nod your head and get off the bed grabbing his hand and the two of you walk to the bathroom.

I’m gonna freaking scream. The last part was kinda hard to type as I didn’t have much coming into my head. Uhh for my spiderpunk/miguel, silco and viktor smuts i plan on making a visual list of corn you can watch to know what is going on. Keep a lookout 👀.

[rosenallies]

single mom anetra au yes pls😌

Ok idk how I feel abt this but uhh here is a bit of this ??<3 lmk what y'all think<333

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Anetra sat at the bar, nursing a Margarita, stirring the drink around with her straw. She watched from the corner of her eye at couples on the dance floor, kissing and touching one another like they were completely alone. She envied them. There was a part of her that regretted her divorce, but she couldn’t shake the negative feelings she harbored toward her now ex-husband when she told him she thought she was bisexual and he blew up at her. She wasn’t even asking to explore that with anyone else, she just thought she could confide in him; after all he’d been with her since high school. He put a ring on her finger and had given her a daughter all before the age of 21, now at 26 she was divorced and single in the midst of a sexuality crisis with sole custody of their 5 year old daughter, Aurora. 

The thought of her daughter reminded her to check in with the babysitters. She didn’t leave Aurora with anyone else very often, but when the teenage twins next door offered to babysit in exchange for only $10 an hour, she figured she could use a night out; the girls were a bit ditzy but between the two of them, she figured they’d be fine, which they confirmed with several ‘thumbs up’ emojis when she texted them asking how things were going. 

Anetra sighed and slipped her phone back in her purse, debating just heading home, it was still early enough for her to curl up on the couch with a bottle of wine and a DVR full of reality tv shows she’d recorded. She sucked down the last of her drink when someone approached her, sliding themself between her and the person on the stool next to her.

“I’ll take a lemon drop martini and whatever she’s having,” they said to the bartender, gesturing to her. 

“Oh, um, just a regular Margarita, please.”

“I’m Marcia,” they said, tossing their silky blonde hair over their shoulder with a smile.

“Anetra, it’s nice to meet you.”

“You too, so what brings you here? All by your lonesome,” they giggled.

Anetra hesitated, shrugging and sipping her drink. “Just hanging out, I guess.”

Marcia hummed, trailing a delicate finger up her arm. “Would you care to maybe hang out somewhere else?”

“Oh, um, I don’t know-I have to get home, I have work in the morning and-”

“So do I,” they said, smiling, “my backseat is roomy.”

Heat pooled in Anetra’s stomach and she found herself nodding.

“Good, well, let me show you a good time, yeah?”

They led her out to the parking lot by the hand and all Anetra could think about was how she hoped Marcia couldn’t feel how sweaty her palms were.

Marcia wasn’t kidding about the good time they’d promised as they had Anetra coming apart under their tongue quicker than her ex had ever been capable of. 

“Do you want to come stay the night at my place? I’d be glad to keep the night going,” Marcia said breathlessly after they’d let Anetra play with them until they finished on her fingers with a high pitched moan. 

“Oh, I really have to get going, but thank you for the offer. I had fun.”

Before Marcia had a chance to ask for her number or give her theirs, Anetra yanked her dress back into place and left the car, hailing a taxi and heading home, Marcia’s delicate begging to finish playing in her mind on a loop.

When she got home, she paid the twins, just glad they didn’t set the kitchen on fire making the kraft mac n’ cheese she’d left for them to give Aurora for dinner and sent them on their way, chuckling to herself as they bickered down the hallway about who deserved the bigger cut, despite her paying them an even number that they could easily split. 

Once the girls left, she stood in the kitchen, suddenly feeling more alone than ever. She quickly scarfed down the last of the leftover mac n’ cheese and dumped the bowl in the kitchen sink to do later. About to head to bed, the sound of small feet could be heard pattering down the hallway.

“Mommy?” Aurora said, sleepily rubbing at her eyes that seemed to be stained pink and glittery.

“Hi, princess,” she replied, “how was your night?”

She nodded. “Good! Sugar did my makeup and said I look like a princess!”

“You are a princess, my princess. How come you’re still up?”

Aurora shrugged. “I just wanted to see you.”

Guilt made Anetra’s stomach twist, a feeling she couldn’t shake since her divorce, despite her therapist assuring her she did what was best for her and Aurora. 

“Do you want to come sleep in my bed?” Anetra asked, a sneaking suspicion. Since the divorce and the move to a new city in a new apartment, Aurora had slept in her bed more nights than her own and honestly, Anetra couldn’t blame her. Even she felt lonely in bed at night.

“Can I?”

Anetra smiled and pet her hair. “Of course, darling, we’ve gotta get up early for your first dance class in the morning, anyway.”

“Oh yay!” Aurora exclaimed, clapping her hands and hugging her mother’s legs, “I’m so excited!”

The next morning, Anetra woke up to a little foot in her face and an ache in her back, just a small reminder that just last night she was laid in the back of a stranger’s car, moaning their name. She ignored the ache in her loins as she thought about it while she showered and ignored the thought of Marcia’s sweet smile while she drove Aurora to her dance class, Disney songs playing softly from her car’s speaker. 

When they arrived, she walked Aurora into the lobby where other parents lingered, sipping expensive coffee as they chatted about how their kid was gonna be the next big thing. 

“Hi, are you here for the beginning ballet class?” An older woman with a tight ponytail approached her, smiling down at Aurora in her pink leotard and skirt.

“Yes, are you the teacher?”

“No, my name is Sasha, I own the studio and I just wanted to come in to welcome all our new dancers, there’s quite a few starting today.”

Anetra nodded along. “I’m Anetra, and this is my daughter, Aurora.”

“Welcome, we’re glad to have you, you’ll find her teacher in the studio right over to the left if you’d like to get acquainted with them, they’re lovely!”

“Great, thank you so much.”

Sasha nodded curtly and walked away, leaving her and Aurora to make their way to the studio where her class would be held.

 It seemed they were the only ones there as when they entered, the studio was empty, save for the blonde bent over the speaker, fiddling with the cords.

“Hello,” Anetra said, awkwardly getting their attention.

The blonde gasped and dropped the cords, turning around. Anetra felt the blood drain from her face as the memories of the night prior came flooding back once again, despite her attempts to push them away.

“I’m Marcia,” they said brightly with a smile, “and you two are?”

Anetra swallowed, unsure as to whether they were playing dumb or if they genuinely don’t remember. As far as Anetra could tell, they were relatively sober last night, so they must’ve remembered.

“I’m Anetra and this is my daughter Aurora.”

“Welcome to class, Aurora, I love your leotard, pink is my favorite color!”

Aurora looked up at her mother excitedly, then back at Marcia. “It’s mine too! I’m really excited to be in dance class, my mommy said since her and daddy divorced I needed something to cheer me up!”

At that moment, Anetra felt like she wanted to be swallowed up whole by the universe, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“Well, dance is a perfect way to cheer yourself up, I’m so glad both of you are here! Do you wanna say bye to mommy?”

Anetra squatted down to her level, smoothing down a hair that flew away from the rest of her bun, the same strand of hair that she could never get to sit flat ever since Aurora was born. “You be good now, okay, princess? Mommy will be back in an hour, don’t be scared, I will be back, okay?”

“Okay! Bye mommy!”

Excited as ever, Aurora skipped over to where Marcia was, a group of other little girls starting to form a huddle around them. It seemed as if Anetra was more anxious about it than she was. Sighing, Anetra slipped out of the studio and back into her car where she decided she’d wait. 

An hour of mindlessly scrolling through her phone went by slowly and when it was finally time, she went back inside to collect her daughter, who spun around in circles excitedly, showing off her newly learned moves.

Marcia approached her, a soft hand on her shoulder. “Cute kiddo. Let me know if mommy ever needs some cheering up too,” they said, slipping a folded up index card into her hand before turning their attention back to the other parents coming to collect their kids. Unfolding the card, Anetra noticed it was their phone number, with ‘call me’ written in loopy writing, signed off with a heart and a smiley face.

[arctimon]

What If...? (Big Hero 6 Edition)

So the next Marvel series set to release is What If...?, a series of nine episodes that will focus on alternate events and timelines that occur within the Marvel Cinematic Universe.  The series, based off of the comic series of the same name, will premiere on August 11th, running straight through October 6th. The show was suppose to have ten episodes in both Season 1 and 2 (which is already being worked on), but producer Brad Winderbaum mentions in an interview that they had to push an episode back because of, you guessed it, the pandemic:

"We had to push an episode into Season 2. It was just, honestly, like everything else, that was a COVID impact," Winderbaum told Collider. "There was an episode that just wouldn't hit the completion date, but luckily we do get to see it in the second season of the show."

Judging by both the poster and the trailer, we know of a few scenarios: Peggy Carter becoming Captain America, an alternate Avengers lineup battling at New York, Black Panther as Star Lord, Marvel Zombies (of course there’s zombies), and Spider-Man as the Sorcerer Supreme.  Inverse has an article breaking all of the possibilities down.

A lot of the actors who portray their characters in live action will reprise their roles for the animated series, including the late Chadwick Boseman as Black Panther/Star Lord.  Star...Panther?  Black Lord? That last one sounds wrong. Among those not coming back are Robert Downey Jr. as Iron Man, Chris Evans as Steve Rogers, and Dave Bautista as Drax.  Bautista was, according to the man himself, wasn’t even asked to come back to voice Drax.  Others include Brie Larson as Carol Danvers, Tom Holland as Spider-Man, James Spader as Ultron, Zoe Saldana as Gamora, Elizabeth Olson as the Scarlet Witch, Letitia Wright as Shuri, Gweneth Paltrow as Pepper Potts, and various members of the Dora Milaje.  They have all apparently been confirmed to be appearing in What If...? in some form or another, but voiced by different people.

It will certainly be an interesting show, but I hope you can see where I’m going with this.

The Big Hero 6 fanbase has a lot of burning questions for the show and movie, and it’s not all just unanswered ones about what happens after the show ended.  I think collectively there are a few common “what-ifs” that we have in our minds about the team.  I think the most obvious one involves one of the Hamada brothers, and that branches off into other what-ifs as well.

Granted, not all of these are reality-altering hypotheticals like there are in the show or comics, but they can still change the course of the movie or show in a huge way.

1.) What if...Tadashi had survived the fire?

Tadashi being a survivor of the fire that takes down the exhibition hall brings up a few interesting conundrums.  Would he be scarred for life?  Would he even be able to complete school?

And if Hiro still made the team, would he end up becoming Sunfire like a lot of fans theorize?

The thing is that Callaghan knows that Tadashi died in the fire.  If he knew that he didn’t, would that change his motivations?  Would he still be using the Microbots knowing that the person that was trying to “stop” him was still alive? Alternatively, you also have...

2.) What if...Hiro had died instead of Tadashi?

Hiro was probably about two seconds away from being fully engulfed in that giant fireball.  It’s entirely plausible that he (or possibly both Hamadas) could have perished in the fire instead of his brother, which sort of leads to the same circumstances as the first question, just with different powersets.  Tadashi would no longer be tied to fire-based powers but the magnetic equipment that that Hiro currently uses.

But one has to think about whether Tadashi would be in the right state of mind to be a hero long term.  Seeing his kid brother perish in the accident would probably cause him to go insane, and perhaps the rest of the team would have to reel him in.

3.) What if...Baymax had killed Callaghan?

It’s worth noting that if Honey Lemon had been about three seconds later on getting the healthcare chip back into Baymax, this wouldn’t have been a “What If?” question.

And sure, the team would have saved the day, but at what cost?  The permanent scarring of a fourteen-year-old?  And what would have come of the major revelations after that fight concerning Project Silent Sparrow and Abigail?

Maybe they would have been the ones to build the portal to the other dimension to try to save her.  That would similar to what happened in the original manga (where Tadashi actually helps with the construction of the original portal and got sucked in as a result). 4.) What if...Baymax had saved Obake in “Countdown to Catastrophe”?

Obake dismissed Baymax after his hideout started collapsing near the end of Part 2, and you could tell that Baymax was seriously considering rescuing him before leaving him in his chair amongst the rubble.  Ultimately, however, he did leave him behind after Obake’s insistence.

Imagine what would have happened if he had gone against his programming and saved his life.

The relieved group hug on the beach would have been replaced with a disheveled (and probably a little damp) Obake.  Hiro would have been staring hiim down in disbelief.  Perhaps there would even be another fight, or at least the makings of one.

And then Obake would give himself up for arrest.

Maybe that’s where Chief Cruz could have been introduced.  It would have given a good lead into the next season, and it would give Megan’s meeting with Hiro in Season 2 a little bit more meaning.

And finally, because I’m a shipper and we have to go there:

5.) What if...Karmi had never left SFIT at the end of “City of Monsters”?

We know from the boards that Bob Schooley posted that “City of Monsters” was originally going to end very differently than what actually made the final cut.  It seemed that Karmi, in addition to getting a nonsensical boyfriend named “Flammarion”, was not suppose to leave SFIT in the early draft.

So what if Hiro had shown up to her lab, and instead of seeing this...

He saw this?

Or...something a little less dramatic?  Maybe just her packing up stuff because she’s in the process of leaving?  And Hiro had to say something in order for her to stop what she was doing? And how exactly would you achieve that? See, if that scenario happened, I think that this particular point would be where Hiro told her about being in Big Hero 6.  And of course Karmi wouldn’t believe him, even though she’s now in love with him crushing on him.

Then, he takes her to the base.

And she turns back to him with an incredulous look.

And roll credits.  What a cliffhanger to go into Season 3 with. I vaguely remember fanart depicting that exact scene (Hiro taking Karmi to the base), but I don’t remember who did it.  I would like to give them the proper credit. Season 3 would have looked totally different if that took place.  Maybe it would have been an actual season and not a bunch of mini stories.  Also...perhaps Karmi would have joined the team proper.

And maybe we would have finally had a giant canonical Karmiro moment.

...Now that is a big “What if?”.

(Marvel’s What If...? premieres on Wednesday, August 11th on Disney+.)

[manonblaqkbeak]

The Reunion

Day 5--I had completely forgotten that I had written this lol. It’s more fluff as usual. Can’t wait to read everyone else’s later on!

Enjoy! :)

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Rowan couldn't wait to get home. Today had been...exhausting, to say the least. He was a personal trainer, and with that came the territory that people would talk about their issues while working out. Which was fine, Rowan understood that letting out emotional issues when working out helped people to stay motivated. He himself had been known to rant about his issues when working out himself.

But today had been a lot. One of his regulars had put on weight over the Yulemas holidays and was beating himself up over it. Another regulars marriage was over and was dealing with that guilt.  Someone had lost a favourite aunt. Another one had to break off an engagement because it was a loveless relationship. And on and on the issues piled up.

Rowan was good at compartmentalizing, but after a while, he ignored his lunch break in order to go to the park to just...not think for a while.

Being at the park cheered him up a little, but his break was soon too over. And he was back to work, and that was when the skies decided to open up and pour down buckets of rain. Making a bad day into a shittier one.

His wipers were on the fastest setting and he was driving at a snails pace when he looked away for one second, one fucking second, when he heard a thump and a feminine voice yell out “what the fuck!”

Slamming on the brakes, Rowan came to a speedy conclusion.

He was at a pedestrian crossing and he just hit someone with his car.

He just hit someone with his car.

“Fucking hell!”

Pulling up the handbrake, Rowan got out, not sure what to say or do when he came across a golden haired woman, her eyes spitting out blue and gold fire.

Rowan blinked at her, because despite being covered in rain and sitting on her behind, hand rubbing at her hip, she looked familiar.

But now wasn't the time to thinking about that. He had to see if she was okay. “I'm so sorry,” he got out, “I have no idea what happened. I looked away for a second, that was all. I'm so fucking sorry. Are you okay?”

“My hip and my ass hurt, and I suspect that I'm going to have a wicked bruise, but I think I'm okay,” the stranger said. “You should really watch what you're doing, though.”

“I know. I'm sorry, again.”

The stranger sighed, and even that sounded familiar. “What a fucking day I'm having,” she mumbled.

“Bad day?” He probably made it worse, too. He should also really get her into his car, but she starting ranting before he could do anything about it.

“The fucking worst. I'm facing a deadline that I can't finish, because I'm having dreadful writers block. My landlord is a fucking creep who came to my place today saying that my underwear 'accidentally' got mixed in with his laundry. My cousin's dad recently came back into his life, so now he's angry all the damned time and it's leeching into me. And you just hit me with your car.”

Rowan nodded in understanding, but only could manage to say, “Yeah, your day definitely sucks.”

She glared at him, silently telling him that that wasn't really the best way to respond, but he was having a bad day, also.

Which wasn't an excuse he knew, but Gods, it wasn't really his day either.

Rowan helped her up, her hands warm despite the cold and took her to his passenger seat and pulled over to the side. He couldn't help but notice that she smelled like jasmine and lemon verbena. A calming scent.

“I'm not sure what the protocol is,” he admitted after handing her a hand towel from the glove box. “Do we call the police? Or my insurance? I should take you to the hospital, I know that much.” Even if all she said was that she hurt her behind and hip, it'd be best to ensure that she didn't fracture anything.

When she said nothing after a moment, Rowan turned, noting that the silence from the woman was a little concerning, scared to death that maybe she hit her head and was going into shock.

Her blue-gold eyes were wide. “Are you okay?” he asked again. He really should get her to the hospital.

“Are you...? This is...you couldn't be. Rowan? Rowan Whitethorn?”

Rowan blinked, his concern turning inward. “Yes, that's my name. How did you—?”

“I, uh, it's me. Aelin Ashryver Gala—”

“Galathynius?” He finished for her. She nodded.

They sat in silence as Rowan stared at her, taking in her blue-gold eyes, golden hair, the lemon verbena and jasmine smell of her. Recalling the familiar sigh. All of it.

Rowan wanted to bang his head on the steering wheel when all of it came crashing down on him. He had just hit his high school crush with his car.

Rowan, for whatever reason that he couldn't name, wanted to laugh. He never would have suspected that he would hit Aelin Galathynius with his car ten years after high school graduation.

He was fairly certain that high school him had been in love with her from the moment he saw her. Rowan had wanted to ask her out at least a dozen times, but he was an awkward seventeen year old that didn't know how to talk to women that weren't family members and never gained the courage to do so.

It was one of his biggest regrets from his teenage years.

The last time he had seen her was at the after party of their graduating day. She wore a daisy flower crown and was sparkling in a golden dress. He had never seen someone as beautiful as her—even to this day.

Unbeknownst to Rowan, Aelin had felt the same way. She was confident back then as she was now, but every time she wanted to go up to Rowan to talk to him, to get to know him, the butterflies in her stomach threatened to strangle her.

So she never did ask him out. And here she was now, ten years later, in his car. He was still the most handsome man she'd ever seen.

She was still pissed as hell though that he hit her with his car.

It had only taken a moment, a single moment, for her to realise who it was she was sitting next to. The moment that the hand towel touched her face and she breathed in the pine and snow scent of it, she was transported back to the past.

“How have you been?” Rowan asked her after long minutes. His green eyes still as pretty as the day Aelin saw them. She was sure that was what she loved about him the most all those years ago. Other than Lysandra's, Aelin had never seen such a stunning green.

Aelin snorted, her fond memories disappearing at the inane question. “You were listening when I was ranting, weren't you? My day has been shit.”

Rowan gave her a small smile, and her heart skipped a beat. He still smiled the same. She had liked that about him, too. Still did, apparently.

“No, I mean how's life been since graduation? You mentioned writers block. Are you a writer then?”

She nodded. “Yeah. I write fantasy-adventure-romance novels under the name of Celaena Sardothien.” She had liked the animosity of it all, with none of her books containing a single photograph of her.

“That's amaz—wait. You mean to tell me that you're the writer of the 'Fireheart' series?”

Aelin smiled proudly. “That's me. Have you read them?”

“I have. It's one of my favourite series.” They were his guilty pleasure, really, but it felt rude to say that out loud, as if it was shameful.

Aelin blinked, taken aback at the confession. “Really? You mean to tell me that brooding Rowan Whitethorn reads romance novels?”

Rowan frowned a little bit at that. “I don't brood. Not anymore.”

“You're brooding right now.”

Rowan grumbled. Okay, maybe he was, just a little bit, however.

“How about you, though?” Aelin asked. “How's life been?”

“Busy. And right now, it's a bit shitty. I'm sorry for hitting you with my car, truly. We should get you to a hospital, though. Just to make sure that you're okay, please,” he added, when he saw that she opened her mouth to likely protest. “I won't be able to sleep if it turns out you need a hip replacement or something and I didn't take you to get checked out.”

Aelin truly doubted she would need a hip replacement, but nodded anyway. “Okay, you can take me to the hospital. And then afterwards, I'll give you my number and you can take me out to dinner.”

Rowan blinked at that and then smiled. He had always like confidence in a person. “Okay, it's a date.”

“I've never had a date after a hospital visit.”

“Well, then, I better make it great.”

Aelin smiled, warmth filling her. The day turning out a little nicely, despite it all. “You better.”

x x x x x

As Rowan lead Aelin to the dance floor, he couldn't believe his luck. Never in a thousand years did he think that accidentally hitting Aelin with his car would lead to this.

To their first dance as husband and wife.

It had been exactly one year to the day when he saw her again after ten years. It was very much an Aelin thing to want to have their wedding anniversary to match the date.

The story had been re-told by a slightly tipsy Fenrys as part of his best man speech, about how Rowan would be the only man in the world to meet his future wife by way of a car accident. The story always made people laugh, with people saying that the universe must have wanted to get them together and was sick of them taking too long.

Because as it turned out, when Rowan and Aelin's relationship grew and they learned more about their ten years of life, they were always somehow minutes away from running into each other. From when Rowan was starting his hike in the Southern Continent, Aelin had just finished hers and was going back to her hotel—the very fact that they were staying at the same hotel, but floors apart.

When Rowan had missed out on book tickets to a signing of her third novel in the Fireheart series, and he had to turn around and leave the bookstore since it was a private function just as Aelin was moments away from going on.

From going to the same concerts, to the same festivals, from seemingly everything that they had in common, they had missed each other by minutes.

They silently thanked the universe, even if the way they ran into each other was less than ideal. But they wouldn't change it for the world.

Rowan kissed his wife and thanked his lucky stars.

[red1culous]

Oh part 1

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Standing in front of that imposing building you felt your resolve falter slightly. It looked as though nothing had changed in years. Even the grove of trees that lined the driveway, tall and graceful, seemed to be frozen in time.

One foot in front of the other, you coax yourself. 

You suck in a laboured breath and walk into the large courtyard stopping once again as you take in your surroundings. You had hoped to be able to come and go without notice but the gravel covering the courtyard was doing a great job in announcing your arrival. 

This is new, you think to yourself slightly amused at your naivety thinking things would have stood still just because you left.

You hadn’t been back in over a decade after that little incident and if anyone had told you you would be standing where you were right now, you would have laughed in their faces before smacking them across it. 

You walk through a smaller sylvan courtyard of blooming orange trees. In its centre you see a fish pond. Smiling you look into it and search for the red and gold koi you had put there when you built the pond as a birthday present for Tony. It swims up to the surface as if it recognises you and if it weren’t for the boxes you were lugging about you might have even bent down to poke at its mouth.

For a split second you consider turning around and walking, no, running away. Screw the freshly baked muffins that were precariously balanced on you. You could just head back to the shop and sell them off at half price. You didn’t need the huge commission that the Avengers had agreed to pay for them. No you definitely didn’t need it…

…you also definitely did not need your business partner chewing off your ear about passing off said commission. 

Think of all the rich people eating your food? you can hear her clawing voice bounce about in your head. 

In truth you knew that the Avengers could easily afford a better baker. The best pastry chefs this side of the globe would happily saw off their left foot to be able to cater for them. But Pepper rings your mobile phone, claiming she meant to actually dial the shop, to place an order…a significantly large one…one she knew you would not be able to resist.

“Shit…” you mumble under your breath seeing the cause of your stress marching towards you a huge smile on her face.

“Is that how you greet an old friend?” Pepper says holding onto your upper arms and leaning in to place air kisses on your cheeks.

“No of course not…it’s just…umm…” you stutter as your heart thumps so hard it rattles its ribcage.

“I know…it’s a little weird being back” she says hands still holding you in place as if she knew you were about to bolt right out of there.

You shrug chuckling a little. “It’s stupid isn’t it?” you adopt a wide smile which had always been effective when dealing with difficult customers.

“Don’t give me that look” she swipes at your chin, “and it’s not stupid either. Just so you know, we’re all on your side.” She adds giving you a sympathetic look and you calm slightly at her words. 

“Thanks Pep.”

“Ok you head in. I’ll meet you inside in a bit, you don’t mind do you? Tony ordered a grand piano and it’s just arrived…” she trails off.

“Sure, I know my way around” you say smiling as she squeezes your arms before letting you go. Of course you knew your way around. After all, this had been your home too for over 5 years. 

5 years of bliss with her. 

You mentally chide yourself. Nope, not gonna go back there. 

As you climb the white marbled steps that led to the main door of the mansion you steal a glance at the silent looming windows glinting in the early morning light. You hesitate a little seeing a shadow pass quickly across one of them. 

Shit. 

Shaking your head, yet again, you finally reach the large oak doors. The bright and zesty scent of your lemon muffins waft into the air and as you are about to ring the doorbell the solid doors open revealing a tanned and muscled man in a shirt way too small for his body.

“STEVEN!” you shout whisper as his face splits into a wide grin.

“Y/N! Wh-what are you doing here?” he almost engulfs you in a hug stopping at the very last moment realising your arms were occupied.

“I-I…umm, muffins?” you return his grin looking down at your packages.

His eyes widen a little before taking some of the boxes from you. He balances 3 with ease in one hand as he pulls you inside. “No I mean I knew we had ordered from you…,” he says walking with you towards the kitchen, “…but I thought you said you were going to send a runner or something.”

“Well I was but our regular guy called in sick” you say gently placing the boxes onto the kitchen island.

“Well isn’t that unfortunate” he eyes you winking when you catch his gaze.

You roll your eyes at him. “No Steve, it’s the very opposite of what you mean.”

“Oh come on Y/N,” he shuffles up beside you to bump your shoulder, “it’s been so long.”

“It has...but hey! I get to see you again!” you bump his shoulder back and he pretends like it hurts him. “Ok so these need to be consumed within 3 days…”

“Woah woah woah now…” he cuts you off, “…you’re talking like you’re about to leave.”

He gives you a sad pouting face. His crisply parted hair makes him look like a choirboy albeit a very well built one. You almost feel sorry for him. 

“Steve you know I don’t belong here” you say fingering the hem of your shirt.

Your answer seems to baffle him. He straightens up and stares at you for a moment narrowing his eyes slightly. “I’m skipping my morning run just to hang out with you, so you can at least spend some time with me.”

“Steve…” you protest before he cuts you off again.

He raises a hand in your face. “Not hearing any of it” he says grabbing yours and leading you out of the kitchen, “…we’re going to take a walk and you’re going to meet some of your family.” 

You knew there was no use arguing with him. The death grip he had on you meant that you couldn’t even try to make a dash for it. “Steve if she…” you add and he cuts you off. Third one in a row. This was getting ridiculous.

“Shh!” and that was final. He leads you into the giant library where that vapid painting by Albert Ryder still hung on the wall. You hated that massive eye sore and always wandered what Tony liked about it. You’d always pegged him for the colourful extravagant type and this painting was just so out of character.

“Sam! Look who’s here?” Steve’s voice bellows out interrupting your thoughts. Your eyes trail up the curving mahogany spiral stairs that Steve is looking at and onto another floor of bookcases that were bathed in sunlight pouring in through a round skylight on the ceiling. 

“OMG Y/N?!” Sam almost shrieks as he bounds down the steps at a dangerous pace to collect you in a massive bear hug. “What are you doing here?!” he adds still crushing you in his arms.

“I came with the cupcakes…” you giggle as he picks you up and twirls you around. “Th-They brought me as their plus one.”

He puts you down to really look at you as if committing you to memory. A large smile sits on his face. “I see the sass is still there?”

“It never really left, big guy” you raise an eyebrow smirking as he hugs you one more time. 

“Pleaseee tell me you’re here for the party?” he groans wrapping an arm around your shoulders looking at you hopefully. “Parties here have been so sad since you’ve been gone.”

You hum about to answer as out of nowhere two slender arms wrap around you. It knocks the wind out of you and you instinctively hug back letting the smell of cinnamon and spice invade your senses. “Wanda!” you yelp.

“You didn’t tell me you were coming” she squeals smacking you across the arm.

You giggle at her pout. “I didn’t know I was coming, malyshka.”

She grins at your use of the word. “Ok let’s go” she says to a chorus of groans. 

“Excuse me! You are not taking her any where!” Sam blurts out grabbing your free hand.

“Sorry guys but I found her first” Steve adds standing in front of you and placing an authoritative hand on your shoulder his fingernails biting into the flesh there. 

“Guys…” you cough nervously, “how about we take a walk…together” you say quietly and sigh in relief as everyone starts smiling and pestering you with questions again. 

I guess nothing’s really changed after all.

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wanna see you keep talking about AT: what's your biggest criticism with each character in the series (as in a writing failure/something you didn't like about them, things of that sort)

Aww fuck! Now you’re asking. 

Everyone: Sometimes they went a bit too far with making the characters act dumb, sociopathic, etc. The show would usually be pretty consistent with having them react humanely. It was season 5, when the show had started taking itself seriously, that the characters acting sociopathic felt like a bit too much. 

Finn:  In his “jerk arc” he went too far. He had no empathy for the lemon people, he had even less than PB, who was already acting pretty sociopathic. He legitimately harrassed both FP and PB. He touched FP’s shoulder and made her uncomfortable. He stroked PB’s hand after the high five in Too Old, which by the way has actually been cut in many countries due to how gross it was. He got super weird in Rattleballs where he was a total simp and told PB about the robot even though he knew she’d kill him, just because he wanted to impress her.  Then in The Tower, he had tunnel vision and legitimately KILLED like a dozen candy people with his tower, which was hilariously referenced in Hot Diggety Doom when he said the candy people don’t trust him anymore.  I didn’t like that they made his arm grow back. Or that he kissed a million princesses in Breezy, which is a poor reflection on the crew’s treatment of girl characters in the show :P I know we ended up with the awesome Fern arc, and Finn got over his romantic hangups in a satisfying way, but the amount of people the episode alienated is unreal. It did a lot of damage to the fandom.  

PB: I hate the entire way they baited her having feelings for Finn. If you remove that kiss in Too Young, her character makes much more sense. Reading her around it makes the ep seem like a massive inconsistency. I don’t like they waited four seasons to work on her as an actual character.  I feel like they went a bit too far in making her cold and pragmatic or sociopathic. Just a smidgen. This is because some of her actions verge on irredeemable. I’m mostly thinking about her relationship with Flame Princess. It doesn’t seem right she’d have no feelings about ruining the life of a fairly innocent child. Also she totally got a bunch of flame people killed in The Cooler. At least in The Cooler, she demonstrated a modicum of doubt before taking apart the sacred Fire Giants. She’s certainly not like the Diamonds, but FP was right to say she was a bad person, and I’m glad she was horrified by what she was becoming, but couldn’t immediately turn off her paranoia or bad instincts - it’s something she works on for the rest of the show and post-canon. (It’s also why shes a million times better than the Diamonds) I think her character in season 10 could have been better handled. For start we got no followup to Elements. It’s pretty significant she became a giant candy monster and brainwashed all of Ooo, no???? It did take them two seasons but they eventually showed she was impacted by having been possessed by the Lich. I was hoping we’d get exploration with Elements too, especially because of how much she unintentionally hurt everyone, like Marceline. They tied her actions in the series far too much to her character for it to feel like something that could be brushed off.    But what was weirdest was that she wanted to go to war with one of her creations. That didn’t seem right. Pb has a complicated relationship with Lemongrab, shown right up through to the same finale (even exploring how they would currently interact in Diamonds & Lemons), and she didn’t want to go to war with him, but she did want to get him usurped by Lemonhope. If she is willing to stoop to war now, why didn’t she just... yknow.... have Gumbald executed? Stealth plan? It seems far more up her alley, and he even tried the same thing. The season finale tried to say she felt under pressure to go to war, but I don’t think it does a good job at communicating why. Why wouldn’t a secret mission work? Would it count as a war crime? If it did, who would sanction her? Gumbald in general sucks. There are better “dark reflections” of Bubblegum in the series, and Patience was a much better villain. I wonder how things would have been different if the season could conclude at its intended pace? 

Marceline: My criticism with Marceline is a lot easier to summarise, because I’ve thought about her less and she’s less involved with the show.... which is the WHOLE PROBLEM!   

1. Put Marceline in the show more. She was barely in the first six seasons at all! She’s such an awesome and fun character when they let her be. More eps like Go With Me would have been awesome.  Even more eps like Princess Day or Be Sweet, where she was LSP’s bestie. 

2. Her character’s personality, for a long time, revolved around being a source of angst. She wasn’t demonstrating her fun side at all. I guess they didn’t want to write her continuing to be a big jerk, but it meant she paled when pitched against the rest of the cast - especially PB and Ice King, who were always great, and if they were in an ep with Marceline, their characters always outshone her. This could have been repaired by having her go on more adventures with Finn and Jake, and developing Marceline’s reactions to various situations. Give her more complexity.     I really love Obsidian because Marceline demonstrates her wild side in this ep and goes on an adventure which is very personal to her. She has some cool action scenes near the start, and this episode connects her more serious personality with the comedic representation at the start of the series. I think this is the best Marceline episode, followed by Varmints (she was so fun but mature in this ep). I like how she was during and after Stakes too. She had far more personality when they were putting her in eps with multiple other characters.   

Ice King: I have no massive thoughts here. I think some of the things he did were a bit too messed up. He killed a bunch of cloud people and furniture in season 6. His actions before that point were far more innocuous, though he did accidentally kill PB those two times, and he did threaten to kill princesses after kidnapping them in season 1. I LOVE Ice King season 7 and up though. He’s so good. I was shocked at the finale when they “killed” him, had him revert into Simon with very few consequences, like all those years as Ice King had vanished. I was so glad to see Simon struggling with his past identity in Obsidian. “This is how I cope!” 

Jake: Like the others barring Marceline, I thought that Jake occasionally did stuff that was too messed up. But because he’s a less serious character, who is already verging on chaotic good/neutral, it isn’t as impactful. I don’t have any major issues with Jake. Maybe I’ll change my mind on rewatch? But I love how he can be so self-contradictory. 

Flame Princess: Last one I want to bring up. This character is a mess. Rebecca intended her to be this very innocent person, having new experiences. This was how she was characterised right through to Earth and Water, but after that episode, her character got... an unfortunate reset. Suddenly a mature and BORING ruler who barely appeared anymore in the show. I felt a lot more could have been done with Flame Princess, and they shouldn’t have made her so dull later on. They played her as a virtuous character who got over her breakup with maturity, and led her kingdom with honesty, to further the development of two entirely different characters rather than to make FP interesting in herself. 

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Blood For Gold Part 5

Wooo lemon ahead. And backstory, SO MUCH BACKSTORY. And understanding. Again, many thanks to @kriskukko​ for indulging my regency era orc fantasy. Many thanks to @punkhorse96​ for all your amazing feedback. It’s time for more of that zesty lemony good good. lol. Enjoy. 

Blood For Gold 

Part 5

But life had other plans. Demsey then found himself absolutely swamped with work. Between shipments arriving wrong or late and to make things worse, his nagging guilt concerning you seemed to eat away at him and what little sleep he did get was plagued by dreams of you, your face on Audra Draft’s body and losing himself completely in you. 

It was the day before the ball at Havenfield and Demsey felt if he did not find some relief from these frustrations, he was going to internally combust. 

Meanwhile your own life became a little hectic as well. Agnes and Jane came by nearly every day to deliver directions and advice- basically it was how to be a lady in high society lessons, made sure you could dance all the dances, make sure you minded your manners and made sure that it was practically drilled into you what was “acceptable” and what was “unacceptable” behavior. It was so much you wanted to just scream and by now, your staff knew to give you a proper feast right before bed after Jane and Agnes left so that at least you didn’t go to bed hungry but you had another hunger that could not be satisfied no matter how many times you tried to satisfy it yourself. 

The day before the ball at Havenfeild, you managed to shirk Agnes and Jane and insisted that you needed the day to yourself so that you could prepare, and do an elaborate beauty treatment, which was a half truth. But the beauty treatment could be done within about an hour or two. Not necessarily all day but you didn’t want to admit that to them. 

Instead you dressed in one of your more seductive dresses in the moura style instead of the regency, had Malcom take you back to The Red Velvet Rope, drop you off, take the carriage around the parks so that it appeared you were taking a tour of the parks instead of getting a good rutting and you were willing to spend at least fifty pounds if it meant you could have Draft all to yourself, for about an hour or so. You wanted to be made love to- in every way possible in every position you could think of and you wanted to actually feast on real food along with feasting on Mr. Draft too. 

“Welcome back Lass, what will it be for you today?” Annie greeted with a grin as she readily handed you a gold mask which you eagerly put on. 

“Is it possible to get Mr. Draft for say, an hour? And do you have any food you can serve up there? Because I’m hungering in more ways than one.” You asked hopefully. 

“Oh of course Love, here’s a menu.” She offered as you took the menu and read it over, the English side of the menu left you leaving your nose crinkled until you turned it over and read the back and your eyes lit up and a smile bloomed on your face when you recognized an actual moura menu from almost every moura court back in the stables which you happily ordered off of. 

“Then you’ll be needing a proper suite that has a table in it eat off of. You’ll need suite 23. I’ll be sending Draft up to you when he’s done with his current guest.” She assured you as you happily paid Annie for not just the suite and Draft, but dinner too. 

“Thank you.” You practically sang as she unlatched the thick velvet rope and you practically ran up the stairs to your room on the second floor this time. 

Meanwhile Demsey had also come into the gentlemen’s side of the building and strode right over to the second desk to see Maria there. 

“Good evening Sir, what can I do for you?” She asked. 

“I would like a rut with Audra again, if she’s available, perhaps for a little longer than last time.” He answered. 

“Aye, Audrey is with a client at the moment, but she’ll be ready in just a little bit, if you’re wanting a longer time for her, might I suggest a proper suite then? Less likely you’ll be disturbed.” She offered. 

“Perfect.” Demsey nodded. 

“Room 24 then, on the second floor,” she informed him before Demsey paid for Audra and the suite before ascending the steps and once he got to the second floor and into the hallway, he caught sight of Audra practically marching down the hallway and his own smile bloomed brightly. “Oh please tell me you’re here to see me Demsey.” You purred as you outright strutted and sauntered your way up to him. 

“Why else would I come? I couldn’t stay away.” Demsey grinned.

“Good, I hope you’re hungry, I have a feast ordered for us, a proper moura one too, and I hope you’ll eat it as well as you will me.” You purred as you took his hand and led him to room 23 as Demsey was powerless to resist and was liable to agree to anything, even his own birthrights the way Audra purred her desires at him, if she asked for his company in that tone, he would happily hand it over and the second the door was closed and the little ‘do not disturb, except for food’ pillows were hung on the door handle. You took off your coat to reveal one of the sexiest dresses you owned and it had Demsey’s jaw on the floor. He was used to seeing black lace, but not a dress made up of nothing of, beautifully sheer black lace where next to nothing was left up to the imagination and your gold moura marks on your skin underneath, glowing and pulsing, was utterly hypnotizing again. 

“Do you like it?” You asked as you struck a pose for him before you twirled in place for him. 

“Very much so,” Demsey readily agreed as his gaze devoured you first before his hands found their way to you and pulled you to himself so he could finally kiss you as your own hands made quick work of his clothes. 

“So many clothes and layers to get through, you sure do make me work to get at you Demsey but by the gods are you ever worth it.” You praised and Demsey fought not to literally tear his actual clothes off because nothing that anyone had ever said to him made him feel more powerful or desired as he readily figured out how to undress you, surprised when it was just a simple dress with structure for your bosom but you were not wearing a thing under it and the way you were walking him towards the bed, pieces of his own attire being tossed aside the moment they were loosed from his frame until you had bared him completely as he kicked his own boots and trousers off as you laid back on the bed. 

“Now, eat my cunny like it’s your last meal.” You ordered as you propped yourself up on your elbows with your legs open wide in invitation and Demsey didn’t need to be told twice. Granted he hadn’t really eaten a woman’s cunny...ever. But he was willing to try and willing to make a good go of it as he happily laid down on his stomach, with his head between your legs and tried to go to work and the way your thighs came to rest on his shoulders and the way your hands clawed into his hair and scalp and the way his name came off your lips like a dreamy sigh as he tried adding his fingers to the mix, to see if that would work also, had him feeling happy and relieved when that seemed to help and was what you wanted and needed from him. 

You were practically writhing, moaning and keening desperately as your pelvis bucked and grinded in his face, needing more contact as you also guided him and his movements until he seemed to finally learn you and put it all together and found just the right touch, with the right pressure, the right movements, not too fast or too hard, the right suction on your nub and using his fingers to curl and press at something that felt like a soft..walnut shell on the inside of your canal and watched as your moura marks continued to pulse faster and brighter as you were pulling on his hair so tight, he almost feared you would scalp him but the taste of your cunny was addictive, slightly odd at first, but the more he “ate” the more hungry he became and the thirstier he got for your sweet nectar that flowed from it as he was surprised how quickly he acquired a taste for it and how much it fueled his own desire and especially to hear you say his name like it was your greatest desire and want, only spurned him onward as he ground his own erection that wept almost pitifully into the blankets on the bed as it seemed to want a piece of it too and when you finally came, your canal practically gushing into his mouth as he greedily sucked it down while your moura marks lit up and stayed alight while you rode out your orgasm on his face as your legs kicked out as your thighs squeezed his head so tight he felt dizzy, but he could die happy before your whole body laxed as the light in your gold moura marks faded. 

“Wow.” You breathed as you fought to catch your breath as you basked in the afterglow as Demsey gave your cunny one last long lick before you pushed his forehead down and away. 

“Easy, I’m over sensitive now.” You pleaded. 

“Good?” Demsey asked as he licked his chops. 

“Very good.” You praised as it had been literal years since the last time you were eaten so enthusiastically, you were at the stables still and having a friend’s brother do that for you from time to time just to keep you pleasant since oral sex was allowed between non married moura partners and it was a good way to keep moura brides satisfied while keeping them “pure” for their future husbands and it wasn’t unusual for a moura gentlemen to have several women he “serviced” in addition to his work, in fact there were special breaks for it during the work day. And since mouras had a unique gift in that they never got sick. In fact the only things to ever kill a moura before and after the plague was a broken heart and old age, they could even drink literal poison and it would act like alcohol to them. They were immune to every other disease and didn’t get any sexually transmitted disease and often laying with one could cure you if you already had one while they remained unharmed as long as feelings and attachments weren’t involved, you could theoretically give and receive as much oral and even anal sex as you wanted. In fact it was usually a skill most moura brides could pride themselves on in giving a good suck and often worked quite hard on suppressing their own gag reflex so they could please their future husbands well, which was made easier by a very stretchy throat, a bygone gift from the evolution of the species having a croup no matter their form, there was even a small airway that connected the nose straight to the lungs, like a glottis on a snake, so she could keep breathing while sucking off a cock, or even eating and it also meant the throat was simply extra stretchy, letting moura brides take a cock of just about any size deep into their throats to almost their stomachs, and also to accommodate a mate of any size or species, most moura womanly canals were super stretchy too to accommodate whatever she needed to and large wombs to carry babies of most sizes and their pelvis could unhinge like a snake’s jaw to give birth easier. There were even special muscles in a moura’s abdomen to help carry a child better and birth easier. There was even a class on how to be good in bed that was taught right before a bride would leave, although most of it, she could figure out herself well before then. 

Demsey happily gathered you into his arms and was content to hold you while you recovered. 

“Ok, your turn.” You decided after you recovered enough. 

“My turn for what?” Demsey asked as you pushed him to lay back on the bed as his cock was still hard enough to drill through a wall of bricks as you simply giggled and settled yourself down and started to lick and sucked on the tip while giving him a hungry sultry look. 

“Oh,” Demsey breathed as he suddenly realized what you were getting at as he laid there and watched as your mouth lowered down as you started sucking him off enthusiastically before he couldn’t help but reach up and grasp your face reverently, running hands down your haw and your neck and shoulders.

“Scratch my back would you Love?” You requested as you popped off to ask that before you went back to sucking. Gods in the heavens above and in the waters below, was he delicious. Fresh and clean yet his precum was heady but addictive. 

Demsey readily scratched your back as he fought to keep his eyes open and then to feel you settle in his lap, your breasts squished against his balls as your arms laid over his thighs while your hands dug in between his cheeks and the mattress to get good handfuls of it to anchor you before you moved down so that his cock was aimed rather straight down before you opened your jaw and aligned him just right as you put your weight on your knees while your rear rose high in the air and then used your knees to power your body forward to take all of his glorious cock down your throat causing Demsey to nearly yell in surprise, because nothing like that had ever been done to him before and he was left to sit there and stare in astonishment. 

“Are..are you ok? Can you even breathe?” He asked worriedly but could feel your noiseless giggling breath from your nose into his own forest of hair around his cock as you nodded yes as Demsney’s eyes nearly rolled back to feel his cock rub so gloriously in your throat as you triggered your swallowing muscles to swallow around him, as humans had a muscle on the back of their trachea to assist in swallowing, mouras had muscles on every side of theirs and that nearly undid him before you started sucking him down until your lips were firmly around the base, his dark hair tickling the tip of your nose as it buried itself in it as you inhaled deeply his heady scent as your throat continued to swallow and slowly flutter down his cock as it was his turn to gasp and moan and keen and growl ever so deliciously as his finger tips threatened to claw at your own back because he didn’t want to leave any marks as he realized, this was why moura harlots were so expensive, because they could do this, because most could never do this and continue to breathe but mouras could. This was one of the greatest pleasures of his life as a series of praises sprinkled with words of profanity began to fall from his mouth along with chanting your own name as you continued to suck away before one of your hands went to his ball sack and started to fondle them and stroke them and scratch at them ever so amazingly before you reached into him to try to find his prostate to massage that and that finally undid him as he couldn’t help but cry out desperately as he emptied himself down your throat while you smiled in satisfaction around him as you rolled your head from side to side with your chest so that his cock twisted inside you as Demsey’s whole body shuddered and shivered. 

“Please, I beg for mercy, it’s too much.” Demsey whimpered just as there was a knock on the door. 

“I have the moura Sultan’s feast?” Came a masculine voice as he opened the door just as you got back on your knees and slowly pulled your head out of Demsey’s lap as his softening cock now gently bended as it slipped out like a dead snake before it plopped onto the bed as Demsey laid there and basked in his own afterglow as the real Draft and Audrey lowkey watched on curiously as they were both impressed by the feat, but also in awe of your moura marks. Since neither of them had ever seen anything as grand as yours. You must be a moura straight from the colonies or more likely, the stables. 

“Thank you.” You happily thanked him as you took one of the robes hanging off a nearby dressing curtain and wrapped it around yourself as you adjusted your gold mask as both of them realized you were both wearing gold masks. You were both clients while they were in black silk masks as Audrey and Draft gave each other a meaningful look before they took your generous tips with grace and then quickly left again. 

“You still alive my Dear Demsey?” You cooed as you seated yourself at the table and began to fix your plate how you wanted. 

“What?” He managed to ask as he just now managed to peak an eye open to see you sitting pretty, looking like a dish yourself at the table. 

“Do you have no appetite?” You asked as you looked over your shoulder at him with a grin. 

“Oh I do, I just...men only have three hungers, one for food, one for release and one for sleep and you have managed to somehow make the one far more grand and important than the others.” He praised as he barely managed to gather himself together and get up and managed to get one of the larger robes and put it around himself and walk rather unsteadily towards the table. 

“So what is all this then?” He asked.

“Oh you poor thing, does no one order for you a proper Moura Sultan feast? Or is it too unpatriotic for an Englishmen to eat any other food that is common here?” You asked before you went around the table as you told him about each dish as he eagerly tried each thing, an explosion of flavors blooming on his tongue. 

“It’s actually this, that is the reasons moura are on earth and it is because of this that mouras are still alive.” You noted as you held up a hunk of turkish delight. 

“Turkish delight?” Demsey asked as he took it and ate it, although it was one of the most amazing confections. 

“Has your mother never told you of our history?” You asked as Demsey nodded no. The only history Demsey really knew was of his own orcish and English heritage but you clearly frowned underneath that beautiful gold silk mask. 

“To be so divorced from our history. Ok, so five millenia ago, it was the surface dwellers, making delicious foods, with fires that had smoke traveling oh so high with the scent of roasting meat and spices going up even to the heavens. Before then, mouras only associated with angles, since they were the closest neighbors. But it was food, rich spices, meats and fats and sweets and breads and it was the creation of delicious foods that tempted the first mouras down to the surface, first as angles, then as humans when some were too frightened of their angel form.” You began as Demsey happily sat and continued to eat and listen to you attentively. 

“But alas, no one ever gives something away for free what they worked so hard on themselves. And in an effort to find something that the surface dwellers would take in exchange for that delicious food, the heavenly moura picked up the rocks at their feet, used the very sunshine that gave them everything they needed, warmth, sustenance, life- and turned it into gold in exchange. But while that worked for a time and more and more mouras changed into their human form to walk amongst the surface dwellers, trying everything they could get their hands on, most of the time traveling in flocks, crashing weddings and festivals, gifting pure gold in exchange for a seat at the feasting tables, which their hosts happily accepted, using their moura cloaks to mimic whatever clothes they saw and even invented new styles of clothes for themselves out of it for a moura was both their clothing and their wings or simply a feathered cloak.” You explained as you gestured to the gold peacock feathers on your own skin. 

“But it did not last too long, for all the gold they gave soon incited The Great Danger, where surface dwellers cooked elaborate feasts, threw false weddings and festivals, and the purpose was to set a trap for as many mouras as possible so that all of them could turn mounds of stone and rubble and especially bricks of mud into gold and only when the mouras turned their own body weight in gold, were they released. And it is that gold that was the seed for every great king, emperor, czar, cesar and pharaoh came into power, because they employed the golden rule- whoever has the gold- makes the rules.” You divulged as Demsey’s eyes got wide in realization, because he had heard versions of this story as legends. But they were always from the ‘I captured a moura as a bride and now I’m king’ kind of legends. But to hear it from the moura’s point of view, was almost heartbreaking. 

“In answer- mouras divided themselves into two kingdoms, one- was against any moura from ever touching the surface of the planet ever again. The other, more tolerant simply set up rules in place for going to the surface but both kingdoms decided to gain a good defense. That is when mouras domesticated phoenixes and bred themselves to them since mouras used to be shapeshifters, having three forms, a human, an angel or a bird of their choice, including a pheonix. And thanks to breeding with the phoenixes, gained the phoenixes powers of spewing fire and rising from the ashes, and thus gained a small measure of immortality and turned a life span of two hundred years to up a lifespan of over 500 years, as long as they were rebirthed in the ashes, even though they were immune to phoenix and dragonfire already, if they chose to be reborn in the ashes, they can choose how hot the flames can be to be reborn. The hotter the quicker the burn, and the more painful but the lower the temperature, the longer it takes, so it’s a matter of slow and low or high and fast.” You explained. 

“Have you ever done it? Being reborn in the ashes?” Demsey asked. 

“No, such things were lost in the plague. You see, do you remember the stories of gold raining down from heaven? It happened roughly a hundred and sixty seven years ago but the plague started twenty years before then. It happened with the birth of a prince in the high heavenly moura kingdom. All moura babies are born with a gold moura mark at the base of the skull, within the first year, a feather cloak, the moura cloak grows from it, and it looks like a blanket made of feathers. A selkie has a seal skin, a moura had a moura cloak. And with it- all of the moura powers. Powers to heal every affliction, powers to live hundreds of years, powers to turn whatever they wanted into gold, all powered by soaking up the sunshine. But what happened was Prince Theonore, his cloak never did grow, but instead the gold feathers appeared right on his skin. He could not fly, he could not change, he had no powers at all and as the feathers bloomed on his skin, the heavier he became, and the harder it was for him to breathe. Because the air is much, much thinner in the heavens than it is on the surface. There was no altitude above or below the clouds that he could breathe at. Not until there was on place for him except for in a moura colony in the mountains, and even there, he had a hard team breathing. It wasn’t until he came to the low valleys that he could breathe with ease. After that all babies born stopped growing cloaks, stopped being able to fly or have any of the moura gifts, the colonies and the stables were invaded by droves of anxious heavenly moura parents, eager to care for their children who could not stay in the clouds with them because heavenly moura had built fantastic palaces in the clouds, from the outside, it just looked like a cloud, on the inside though, every inch was covered in luxury. Diamonds embezzling most of the surfaces that weren’t otherwise gold, silver or white marble. But the phenomenon didn’t stop there, once the heavenly moura came down, the colony moura’s children and the stable moura children also followed suit. It was like something was in the air. Like dust on the wind, it traveled the world, soon every moura who had the potential of having a cloak, it was all replaced with these marks on their skin. But if it had simply stopped there, it would have been fair, but no.” You shook your head as you could still hear your grandparent’s voice tell you these harrowing stories of their youth. 

“At the time, every summer solstice and winter solstice, all mouras who were able, took flight, in the summer, they would follow the sun around the world. In the winter- they followed the moon. And between 18-20 summers and winters, all mouras able, took their first flight. The Prince, had to spend years building up his strength and ability to breathe the thinner air that is above the clouds. There was a special carriage built for him so that his subjects might fly him on his first flight. For it is only after the first flight, that he has to lead that shows he is a qualified ruling moura. But the moment he was hoisted above the clouds, the atmosphere was so thin, that he could not breathe, but worse, the moment the sun shone on him, his gold moura feathers instantly turned black and began to burn him and within moments he dissolved like ash, the black particles dissolving off of him and the particles were then taken with a stiff wind to all the mouras behind him. And the particles killed all the heavenly moura upon contact, and it turned them into gold dust which then collected in the clouds. The mountain moura saw this and dove for the ground but the moment the dust touched them, it started to turn their own wings to pure gold and suddenly countless moura plummeted to the ground and it was only the angels who dove after them to keep them from colliding with the surface but once on the ground, all the moura had to lay down with their wings to the earth because trying to get up would snap their spines because a moura’s wings and an angel’s wings were the same size, but instead of light feathers, sinewy muscles and hollowed out bones to help with bearing the weight of them, to be suddenly so heavy and solid gold, was too much. It took almost every angel in heaven to find a cure. A special spell in a special liquid that looked like electrum that was drank and once it was drunk the wings could be changed back to flesh and blood and bone, they could be drawn into the body again, but with it, nothing a moura ever touched would be turned into gold ever again but in order for all the mouras to be saved from the plague, it was given to all. Those whose wings had been out could draw them back in but never out again, instead, the golden feathers then spread to their skin too and with it, their hair turned golden blonde, and their eyes golden yellow and it was the golden feathers that replaced the real moura marks that used to light up and glow around each moura like the northern lights around the world. After that, with no heavenly moura to maintain their castles and estates in the clouds, they all slowly reverted back to clouds and heavenly moura have become only a memory for some and a fable for others. And then clouds scattered the gold dust all over the world with the rains which was in reality, the golden dust ash of countless heavenly moura. After that, all heavenly moura had two options, go into a colony where neither king nor class exists, where you have to fend for yourself and be completely self sufficient and learn how to take care of themselves but where your genetics didn’t matter, who you were as a person did, and you could marry for love for there was no other reason to marry or go into the stables, where there still was a class system, with servants and palaces and estates and hierarchy and royalty and prestige. I’ll let you guess where a majority of the heavenly moura decided to reside.” You hinted at with a grin. 

“But over time, the golden feathers have become fewer and fewer with every generation away from “pure” moura and I have already seen how the moura mark that every moura baby is born with- becomes less and less, until it’s barely a tiny dot. Until there is no moura mark at all and whatever traits mouras have, will become extinct just like the cloak, just like the heavenly moura. We are a dying breed, even now so many women have a hard time conceiving in the stables when mouras have always been renowned for the ability to conceive and carry with the utmost of ease. I do not know about the colonies, but at least in the stables. A whole country that used to be bursting with people, where there were literally tens and hundreds of thousands of families within the stables, and now instead of having dozens of family lines per district and quarter, there is only two or three families. I came from the Hanging Garden Quarter, it used to be the Sultanate Quarter, the Sultanate quarter catered to hundreds of Sultanate states in the middle east and far beyond. But as the Sultanate states fell one by one like dominoes, along with most other empires, the need for us became null and void and what used to be a court that was the same size as London is now…” You voice broke and became thick with emotion before Demsey reached out and simply held your hand. 

“Now it’s just five palaces under the Hanging Garden Quarter. It won’t be but two, maybe three generations before the stables collapse completely and Dorierra will just be another colony. We have already opened the doors to other mouras to take it over and there are so many from all over the world in different colonies who have taken it up so the country doesn’t fall to a peoples other than mouras. If not in kind, at least in name. After so many millennia of feeling like we were the apex of creation, our own obsession with perfection saw to our downfall and our own lust for power and riches saw to our own demise. That is why each gold moura mark is a sad reminder of what we used to be and used to have. So enjoy it while it lasts. Because it will not be around for forever.” You explained as Demsey now understood why Sultana Aurdravienne would not return to the stables. Because there was nothing for her to return to. 

“Do you think any of that would have ever happened had mouras never touched the ground?” Demsey asked. 

“I think it would have happened much, much sooner, and if we hadn’t, no moura would be alive today, or even one or maybe a few millennia ago. We would have died out long before and all we ever would have been is a myth that would have had no evidence of existence at all, the only evidence we have is the pictures the angles have taken of the heavenly moura over time. And they have gifted those pictures to the colonies and to the stables so that at least we have tangible proof instead of memories from our elders, but even now some just say they are pretty pictures painted by someone with an extreme imagination because the hot air balloons have gone up into the clouds and of course there’s no traces of heavenly moura left up there, there’s no palaces or estates or people.” You mused as you shook your head sadly. 

“Now you know.” You told him. 

“However that being said, this is the closest taste of home since I came here a lifetime ago. I wish this place would open a restaurant, and actually sell the food as is without the casino.” You murmured as you finally really dug into your feast as Demsey was now struck with an idea on how to charm Sultana Audravienne, he was going to bring this food to her. But first, he was going to ravish the Audra before him the moment she was done eating. 

Meanwhile Audrey and Draft had gone to Annie and Maria to inform them of what they saw. 

“I thought it was weird that she likened you to a draft horse instead of the brahma bull you are.” Annie mused to Draft. 

“And I thought it was weird that the gentleman got your name wrong. He called you Audra instead of Audrey. No one really ever get’s your name wrong. Not even the Dauphin Ramsey get’s your name wrong.” Maria realized. 

“So what are we going to do, because if either of them comes back and the other is not here, they will surely know something is wrong if they request us thinking it’s the other. And it would be ruin for the lady especially if who she is sharing that room with knows that she is a lady and not a harlot.” Audrey asked. 

“We will figure out something. They seem to come at the same time, maybe their coincidences will continue?” Draft ventured. 

“Maybe, but if they find out and want to continue, we can always keep one of the affair suites open for them, I mean there’s no reason why we can’t keep taking their money and why you two can’t keep taking their tips at least, if they’re paying for a service, let them pay.” Maria insisted with a shrug of her shoulder as the others nodded in agreement. 

“I have no problem taking the money, it’s not like I’m not rendering those services anyway.” Draft shrugged as Audrey nodded in agreement.

[chwetuan]

+ baby mama drama ; elementary teacher!yug + baker!reader

+ genre: fluff, humor, this is basically crack

+ category: drabble (wc - 949)

+ warnings: don’t let the title mislead you, also, mention of yug helicoptering his d*ick. enjoy 

“Pay attention to me!”

“You’re literally dressed like a wizard, Yugyeom.”

Sucking a sharp breath through his teeth and pinching the bridge of his nose, he responds. “I already told you, it was for work.”

He says it like it’s not the most obvious thing, as if the paint stains and specks of glitter in his hair don’t allude to the fact that he’s been cooped up in a classroom with 5-year-olds all day.

A childish giggle breaks the silence that settles after his very important declaration as you turn away from him. “I can’t take you seriously right now.”

He groans. “We need to talk about last night.”

“Not while you’re dressed like that. Not a chance.”

He stomps. He actually stomps.

“I’m serious!”

Dusting your palms on your apron and abandoning the bowl of batter in front of you, you turn to him.

He looks ridiculous — clutching his wizard’s hat and frowning.

“How about you go and shower?” You ask, hands coming to cup his cheeks. “Then we can talk about it.”

“Stop patronizing me.” He huffs out, clearly annoyed, pulling at your hands gently and slamming his wizard’s hat on the counter.

“Look, I know you’re annoyed right now, but our kitchen counters have done literally nothing to you.”

He rolls his eyes, turning away from you and walking down the hallway. “We will finish this discussion later.”

~~~

Later comes about 20 minutes after he leaves the kitchen. You sit on your king-sized bed which takes up about half of your bedroom, because Yugyeom is making little to nothing on his teacher’s salary and your work at the bakery isn’t boosting any numbers. It goes without saying that your house is tiny. Cute, in the millennial couple goes eco-friendly and minimalistic, but tiny.

His hair is damp, a towel slung over his shoulders and a simple black tank top on. He’s dropped the pout from earlier but you can still tell it’s bothering him.

He leaves the bathroom door open while he fiddles with his hair, tugging at the damn strands and flicking his bangs out of his eyes.

“So?” You decide to break the silence.

“I just,” He starts, turning the light off and coming to stand in front of you. “Your dad is never gonna look at me the same.”

“Yugyeom-“

“No, no,” He cuts you off. “Hear me out. I’ll never be able to look him in the eye.”

“Baby, I know it’s weird but, it’s not like he caught you with your dick out to some magazine porn. We were under the covers and the door was open for like three seconds before he realized what was happening and slammed the door shut and left the house. Immediately, I might add.”

“I know,” He shuts his eyes tight, as if the bare mention of the incident physically pains him. “I know, baby.”

“He left the house, Yugyeom.”

“Baby, I know-“

“And my dad is totally not the type to comment on it. He’s 50% emotionally stunted and 50% emotionally repressed. That man is not opening his mouth to say anything. If anything, this will encourage him to get out of our guest room faster...”

Yugyeom laughs internally at your comment, but there’s still a beat of silence as he gathers his thoughts. It would be nice if your dad moved out.

“I went soft.” He declares, defeated. “That has never happened before. Never!”

“Yugyeom,” You sigh out. “I have literally seen you helicopter your dick in front of the mirror for your own entertainment and you think I’m worried about you going soft?”

“First of all, that was one time and I already told you I was not-“

“Not swinging your dick in a circle simply because you thought it was entertaining to watch? Surely not, baby.”

His lower lip is jutting out when he continues.

“It’s just...We’ve been trying for so long and you’re ovulating and I don’t know if I’ll be able to-“

And it clicks. You don’t bother to ask how he knows when you’re ovulating.

“Yugyeom,” You coo, resting on your knees and brushing strands of hair out of his face. “We agreed that when we started trying, we’d let it happen when the time was right. The time will never be right if we keep stressing out over minuscule things like whether or not my dad heard you call me a slut or if he thinks your dick is small.”

“I literally said nothing about those two things but I’ll add them to my list.”

You sigh.

“My point is, I’m glad that you’re worried about what my dad thinks of you, but we’ve been together for so long that I can guarantee my dad thinks you’re amazing. Or else he would’ve told you to fuck off when you asked for his blessing.”

“Like he did when Jackson asked to marry your sister? The first time?”

“Exactly like that.”

It still makes him happy that Jackson had to ask your dad for his blessing to marry your sister twice, when he only asked him once. His own little victory.

It takes a few more minutes of pep-talking in between kisses before Yugyeom has to get back to lesson plans and you have to get back to perfecting that stupid lemon square recipe.

But in the end, it’s all fine. Your dad says nothing about the incident, Yugyeom has no problem popping a boner at the next situation that has you alone and in his space, and eventually, a few months down the line, you put a bun in the oven and hope he gets the joke.

Or, not-joke, rather.

. . .

(posted may 7th, 2020)

[une-nuit-pour-se-souvenir]

Russia Visit Balance

I flew on Lufhtansa four times. Very nice company as usual, no problems. Nice catering and support. Very nice pilot and copilot and crew that invited me to check out cockpit. I study this stuff so of course this was quite a treat and gave me an extra boost to finally finish this doctorate once and for all.

EXCEPT Frankfurt. All fine with the check and stuff (annoying and slow, but understandable). But the dumb arsehole on boarding gate ewww. I was told I couldn't take my cabin trolley and it had to be taken with heavy luggage. I had already flown with it in that company that week thrice, it had the right weight. I asked why, he wouldn't explain. "It sometimes happens." Why? He didn't answer. I insisted as that is my right, I wanted to know why only me and he told me he already explained 10x times. 10m on this. Until his boss came and said the reason. It's because of the weight distribution on the airplane and cabin was already full. I study this shit for a living, hell there is a course where we learn to calculate it BY HAND. I looked like a standard tourist so boarding dumb employee fancied himself not needing to explain. This pisses me off. For me, because I had the right to know and I was refused to, as well as all the "ignorant" who also ad the right to know but this dumbarse thinks himself unnacountable to these people either. At leat he got chewed off. Arsehole.

Saint Petersburg

I want to live a couple of months of the year there forever. 😭😭😭

A beautiful city, the "centre" feels like stopped in time, the old architecture and decorations, yet modern enough for you to feel its modern times. Wi-Fi everywhere. It sucks because you need to provide mobile phone and I'd have to pay roaming. At least that's what I got.

Near summer solstice (~21/06) the days are the biggest and nights the shortest, the sun went down at 22:30 and got up at 3:00. Its the contrary in he winter solstice (~21/12). This is why May to September is tourist season so it's packed full. The temperature was warm enough 12C - 20C, supposedly it rain here a lot but it never did. I wonder if visiting it in March / April would be too cold and rainy... I like cold and rain though.

Saint Petersburg looks like Venice, rivers and bridges. The Neva river and all the others smell "nice". I cannot say the same for other cities with rivers running through them (* looks at my own country *). Whole place was spotless clean, not a single piece of garbage floor. YOU CANNOT DRINK TAP WATER. There are "free" washrooms which are very clean. You ask for toilette like the French.

I visited half of the big places too quickly to really appreciate it but enough to entice me to return on my own. My favourites were the historic centre (buildings, rivers, bridges), Hermitage (not the 8116627228283762 Chinese groups though) and Summer Palace (also not the Chinese they were everywhere, I've travelled plenty and I've never seen so many or so much disrespectful). The other half was closed for repairs. What a tease.

Can get scammed in both street sellers (sometimes they trick you, they sold me matrioska with 3 instead of 5 like promised) as well as legitimate souvenir shops (double the price from the streets). I got the best deals in the streets though, so keep an eye on them as they have the same stuff but at half price. I highly recommend "summary" books in your language (they sell them "everywhere") for about 10€ or 500p (I got them outside for 5€). Here I was not scammed and I made really good deals. This will change of course, but carry a calculator as exchange is easy. Rubles divided by "70" to get € (I believe "60" to get $). On the other hand, multiply € /$ for "70" or "60". Check exchange and not that some will be more anal retentive about the exchange rate than others. About half of the places accept € / $ but charge slightly more. If you have VISA you can withdraw from ATM (most have English version) and the tax isn't high. Exchange rate is more favourable in Russian soil.

There are markets open "24/7" or close to it. I know this because I had to go search for super glue at six in the morning and there was one open. Another thing worth knowing is pharmacy > ANTEKA and the traditional green cross, there are many of them. "NOBODY" anywhere except museumz speaks english but they will usually try to help (no matter the age). Take mobile with Google translate, photos, or something to draw. Improvise too. I got them to understand caviar by bringing fish and eggs together.

I want to hate Holiday Inn because of an incident with my football team. I've spent several times in different ones and yet I could not hate it, yet again. Damn them. Recommend. I found their "interpretation" of my national dishes hilarious, this is something recurrent because there were French and Italians laughing about the same.

Lots of salads, which I'm a fan of. Also soup made of salad apparently. Small doses (blasphemy for my country). Very soft meat but not much fish (understandable). Huge mugs for weak coffee they drink anytime and everywhere, as well as black tea. I like my strong espresso like any shameless Mediterranean dweller. There was a machine at the hotels but nowhere else.

Good Vodka every meal, except for one which not only was awful made me cry because it was the last meal I had there. I was offered a Vodka bottle for my sadness which I'm already chugging. There was one with Gin and Lemon(?). Please someone give the recipe if you know what it is. I almost died from how good it was.

Moscow

Moscow is opposite. Very cosmopolite, its like three cities in one. The old one (like Petersburg), the random urban jungle one, and the futuristic one. The guide said, Petersburg was more artsy and Moscow more economical.

Moscow very beautiful at night. The lights really make the place "shine" (urgh). Saw much less there because if was raining like the end of the world. I saw an old religious peregrine place (if you're not Protestant you will find their churches breathtaking), Kremlim and Red Square (its not red), as well as everything else there (Basil, Lenin).

There was some fancy mall (GUM which had limited edition dior makeup where I spent all my pocket money). I also bought a cute Moscow umbrella with monuments and a Gargarin t-shirt (first human in space) which I'd chose over all the makeup no matter if if cost 10x less. Sometimes it's the little things. I also wanted to buy shirtless Putin mounted on a bear flag but I was afraid I'd be arrested. I was very tempted in buying a shirt with Putin with Trump behind him with the word "friends' over it. Again,what if I was arrested.

There were also oil canvas 30x20 sold in souvenir shops in both cities (150€ each) and an interesting "matrioska" with all the Russian presidents since Lenin (on of them had a defect). My heart broke and a bit stayed with them as I couldn't bring them with me.

Hotel this time was Marriott. Veryyy good and veryyy bad. Rooms were better, food was worse, the reception girls were super nice but some employee stole stuff from several rooms as well (money, "lame" souvenirs - da fuq, fur hat / stoles / coats, sunglasses, even some fancy face creams). I always shove everything inside the safe and bags with secret code so I was good but I still spent one hour waiting for an engineer to come SUBSTITUTE the whole safe door because they were that determined in opening it.

Taxis have unfortunate reputations on every country. Apparently Russian taxis are cool because they are government issued. I cannot confirm. I paid 200€ for a drive and the ones that came after us paid 70€. This is of course impossible. I'd rather go on subway (I recommend checking the ones on Moscow, some are beautiful) bit I was with old people who were afraid of getting lost (how hard could it be srly). Well then. Something got lost alright.

Highly recommend!

[thegayfromrulid]

Frkm 1 allll the way to 99. Also, the next SAO game eugeo lives as a sword and not die (thank GOD)

@2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

Chocolate bars- I will not eat lollipops. 

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

Cotton candy! I actually get super bad headaches from bubblegum.

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

Probably lonely genius...

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

Soda bottles!! I feel so fancy!! And old-timey.

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

I guess tomboy even though I’m a boy??

7. earbuds or headphones?

Aren’t these the same thing? I think I prefer over-ear headphones, but I don’t really like either. 

8. movies or tv shows?

Depends on the genre I guess. But as a main rule, live action- movies, animated- TV shows.

9. favorite smell in the summer?

Potato salad.

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

Frankly, I wasn’t good, but I was really good at pissing all the jocks off-

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

I make myself these homemade egg mcmuffins. I enjoy them a lot. I am very picky about breakfast.

12. name of your favorite playlist?

I only have one and it’s very generic: The Gay From Rulid’s Playlist. Yes it’s on Spotify. Yes, it’s 99% anime openings and endings and maybe Bet On It from HSM2. Be ashamed of me. Go on.

13. lanyard or key ring?

Lanyard! Mine is a BNHA one I bought from an artist at Nekocon!

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

Either Sweet Tarts or Nerds. 

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

I usually have one leg tucked up under me and the other stretched out.

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

A black and white pair of Skechers. They look like shit. They almost never are replaced by another shoe. Not even in the gross muggy heat.

18. ideal weather?

When it’s just warm enough to wear a t-shirt and sit in the sunshine, but cool enough that I’m not hot, and a little breeze is going. I think of this weather quite often. 

19. sleeping position?

On my belly kinda spread out like a shounen protagonist.

21. obsession from childhood?

J.R.R. Tolkien. Have always been obsessed with him and his works. 

22. role model?

Redundant, but Tolkien again. Linguist and writer. Living my dream. 

23. strange habits?

I unplug things like microwaves, lamps, and TVs when I am done using them. Very little remains plugged in at my place. The modem, the fridge, and the clock. That is it.

24. favorite crystal?

Amethyst. It’s my sister’s middle name. And I especially like the purple ones.

25. first song you remember hearing?

Blue by Eiffel 65. I don’t know why that song sticks out so much in my memory but it’s nostalgic for me. Tiny AJ hyperfixated on this song before anything else ya’ll. 

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

Curl up in the sun on a blanket and nap. 

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

Hot cocoa blanket cuddles. 

28. five songs to describe you?

Uhhhh...I’m not very musically literate. Let’s go with Born This Way (the first person I came out to sent me that song so it feels special!), I’m Free to Be Me by Jamie Grace, Praying by Kesha, Shake It Off by Taylor Swift ( @delicateeuphorias​ would you believe it xD), and right now thinking about someone dear to me who’s been gone See You Again is stuck in my brain.

30. places that you find sacred?

Arboretums or big botanical gardens where I can get lost in the plants for a moment and take in how pretty they all are. And old monuments/big things people of the past built. A lot of things were built by people with no rights/freedom and I think about them and how despite the fact that they had nothing, they made such a lasting impact on our world. 

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

*slips on my Owari no Seraph cosplay* I will kick ass in this sweet ass cape-

33. most used phrase in your phone?

My phone seems to think it’s “Kirito’s ass” and I want it to not think that.

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

O-O-O-O’REILLYYYYYYYYYY’S...Autooo PARTS.

35. average time you fall asleep?

I’m an insomniac it could be 10 pm it could be 3 am who knows I sleep for an hour I’m up again...

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

Fucking CAN I HAS CHEEZBURGR cats. 

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

This all boils down to how much I’m packing. Going for a sleepover? Duffel. Going to con? My giant suitcase with room for all the bells and whistles of cosplay.

38. lemonade or tea?

Tea!

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

Oh cruel I looooove lemon. The pie!

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

In high school here- so, aside from me being the resident weirdo (I DID come to school dressed as the TARDIS), my senior class decided to squirt hundreds of bottles of chocolate syrup on the sidewalks. We were an open campus so it’s all in front of our classroom doors- we had no hallways. And then they. They fucking EGGED ALL THE DOORS. The whole campus smelled like...ick.

41. last person you texted?

My father and mother in a group text to cry about customers treating me poorly. 

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

I prefer the jacket pockets because I still haven’t found a way to get men’s pants under the radar of my ever-watchful parents and women’s jeans pockets are SHITTY. Women gotta boycott this shit it is UNACCEPTABLE-

44. favorite scent for soap?

Peppermint...peppermint ^-^ I like to smell like...mint.

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

Fantasy!

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

Recently I was reminded I live alone and my new favorite sleeping outfit...is...just some boxer shorts. Suck it dysphoria. Manly nightwear.

47. favorite type of cheese?

Pepper jack, Swiss, or ricotta. 

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

Strawberry :3

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

I’m gonna sound so gay but when @disasterbikirito​ started laughing about a certain GIF and his laugh was so infectious I couldn’t help but laugh too. 

51. current stresses?

Are you shitting me it’s everything. Every. Single. Thing. I cannot breathe. I am having meltdowns. Someone fucking save me I cannot deal with COVID well.

52. favorite font?

Garamond for writing in my free time, Doulous SIL for all the linguistics IPA symbols my greedy heart desires. 

53. what is the current state of your hands?

Smooth but my fingertips have been gnawed on. I am stressed, okay?

54. what did you learn from your first job?

Gosh, lots of things. But the most important takeaway is that a good boss will genuinely care about you. I miss that man. He was so wonderful and so caring and taught me so much about theater. Technical things and artistic things and historical things. Sometimes I wish I could have made a career out of working under him. 

55. favorite fairy tale?

Beauty and the Beast (AH...AH...I SEE YOU ROLLING YOUR EYES BECAUSE I’M TRANS. I KNOW. I *KNOW*.)

56. favorite tradition?

It’s a family tradition kinda unique to my household. Each year, we draw a name from a hat, and that name comes with a lot of words that describe us and what we liked over that year. We then each take a $20 bill and we go to a little hobby shop with cheap things in it and use that $20 bill to fill a Christmas stocking. We then hang them back up and empty the stocking full of candies and random silly things and have a good laugh and guess who filled whose stocking. 

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

The first one is coming to terms with knowing my dad has a severe illness. It really shook my family up, and it’s terrifying us right now with everything going on, but after a while, I learned that he was smiling, so I could smile, too.

The second one is my mother coming back from her tour in the Middle East on top of the murder of my godmother. Two very stressful things happened at once. My mother got very violent from her PTSD and her best friend died in a horrible way. It was an adjustment for everyone, and it kind of ripped my family to pieces. I can say, though, that my parents are still married and are getting better, and my sister and I are coming back to the family to be more open and healthy.

The third, and maybe some of my followers are aware, was getting rid of my ex-fiance. He was a man who sexually assaulted me repeatedly and I won’t go into details beyond that. It took me 5 years to get rid of him and accept what happened, but I am a much happier person now and while I work through the trauma that caused me, I have the most wonderful partner by my side and if you had told me back then I’d find someone as kind and patient and loving as him, I would have laughed and thought you were insane. 

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

Probably what I put on all my fanfic updates: “I know. I’m an asshole.”

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

Some kind of shoujo romance but it’s bi also I want a sword.

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

There was nothing more smartass than Alice Synthesis 30 in SAO 18 asking a reporter to open up his head and prove he was human I’m sorry like OOF-

63. five songs that would play in your club?

Get in losers, we’re playing Steppin’ Out by FLOW, Elle me dit by Mika, Blue by Eiffel 65, ADAMAS by LiSA, and Touch Off by UVERworld.

64. favorite website from your childhood?

I was on Webkinz more than I want to admit. 

65. any permanent scars?

Yup. I have one on my toe where I split the skin in half. I tripped. I have three surgical scars from when I had my appendix removed. And...the mystery scar. I was supposedly born with a scar it’s at the part where my foot meets my leg on my left side and you can see how it’s stretched over the years if you run your finger over it. The joke is that the doctor taking out my mom’s appendix scratched me in the womb. 

67. good luck charms?

Not really a charm but I do have a little Kirito keychain I carry everywhere I go that I fiddle with when I’m nervous.

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

Artificial bubblegum. Disgustiiiing.

70. left or right handed?

I am right-handed.

71. least favorite pattern?

Zig-zags. 

72. worst subject?

History...I am ashamed. It’s interesting, I just suck at it.

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

Gingerbread and marshmallow. I am a bit picky about mixing foods and flavors, so this was the weirdest I could think up. 

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

Can you hear that? It’s my hysterical laughter. 12 on a scale of 10. I get up there pretty frequently. Thank you, chronic crippling pain. 

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

I...I don’t remember...I don’t even remember...I think I had to be like what...kindergarten? 

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

THIS IS CRUEL I LOVE ALL POTATOS I LOVE THEM ALL SO MUCH-Au gratin.

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

Aloe!

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

Coffee from a gas station. Mark my words...I will never get grocery store sushi. Ever. Again. My stomach has not forgotten. What a mistake. That was. 

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

So, my driver’s license hasn’t had an updated photo since I was 15 and just had a learner’s so I look like I want to murder a man but my school ID I had just run about a mile in the cold because the bus wasn’t running that day and my face is red and I look like I’m crying...probably the school ID...

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

Jewel tones~~

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

I am from the South and we call ‘em lightnin’ bugs.

82. pc or console?

Errrrr console. I’m not a gamer by any means but there’s way fewer things to press on a console controller. 

84. podcasts or talk radio?

Neither...what...no...neither...they will put me to sleep...I will be out in seconds...the most dangerous things...people talking...and then I’m out...

84. barbie or polly pocket?

Barbie, she’s a LOT easier to dress. Those rubber clothes. SMH.

86. cookies or cupcakes?

Cookies but they gotta be the soft ones.

87. your greatest fear?

Being swallowed in the ocean. By a fish or a whale. I don’t play. Church kid don’t play with big things in the ocean with big mouths.

88. your greatest wish?

To make enough of a difference in someone’s life that they learn to love themself.

89. who would you put before everyone else?

Such a selfish thought...gosh...the mere thought of prioritizing someone troubles me. 

90. luckiest mistake?

Telling a cute guy sending me dog pictures was an excellent flirting technique as he sent me pictures of his puppy. I immediately thought “oh god I’ve fucked up bad” and at present we’re kinda head over heels for one another so maybe just be stupidly blunt once and a while you might find true love. 

91. boxes or bags?

Boxes. My cat didn’t force me to say that. Not at all. Sock, buddy, off the keyboard-

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

Sunlight. I like the sun. The sun is my friend. It is warm and would never betray me.

93. nicknames?

Sister calls me “spoony” when she’s being ridiculous. No, I don’t know what that means. Mama calls me “cakes.” I had friends who called me “Deku” because I’m a crybaby. Had a few people DM me and straight up call me “Eugeo” or “Eug.” AJ is technically a nickname. 

94. favorite season?

Springtime!!!!! It’s...HERE!

95. favorite app on your phone?

I use like three apps...so Discord.

96. desktop background?

It’s. It’s Kirito and Eugeo. What did you expect.

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

Mama’s, dad’s, mine, and my parents’ house number. And does the emergency 911 count (pahahaha). 

(I answered the others in delicateeuphoria’s ask!)

[thewincestgospel]

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143 Alice Grim Lane by runedgirl: Sam Winchester changed his name before he got to Stanford. Now Samuel Francis Wesson is a rising star at a California law firm with a reputation for championing the underdogs and bringing down the bad guys. He and Jess have a neon blue hybrid with a bike rack on top, and a cozy red stucco house with built-in bookshelves and hanging baskets of bougainvillea on the front porch. Sam Wesson has everything he ever wanted, except for the one thing he knew he shouldn’t. Dean is still a Winchester, still a hunter, still in love with Sam and determined not to admit it. Years of avoiding each other and their true feelings have left Sam and Dean strangers.  But when Sam’s luck changes and tragedy finds him, he turns in desperation to the older brother he walked away from years ago, hoping that the bond forged between them in childhood will prove strong enough to bring them back together.

After the Fire  by mznaughty01   “So, there’s something that I’ve been wanting to ask you,” Jensen replied with a smile that was more a lecherous leer than anything else. It still caused Jared’s heart to thump in triple time. “Are you religious? Because, I swear, you're the answer to all my prayers.”And... what? That come on had been bad even in Jared’s book and Jared was well aware of his penchant for being a giant doof. He huffed out a laugh. “Dude, really?”            

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Eyes on the Prize by soulmatecest  This is not how Jared wanted to start his first semester at college. And definitely not how he expected to end up hooking up with the hot RA who lives right in front of him — the one that Jared likes a little too much and may have been crushing on for several weeks —.But, as Chad likes to put it: when life gives him lemons, Jared ends up sucking Jensen Ackles’ dick in the laundry room.             

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Green Eyed Dean by ladyrhyanne: Protect the innocent by any means possible has always been one of the Winchester rules and when Dean realizes that a potential witness who could become the next victim is attracted to Sam, it seems the easiest in they’ve had in awhile.  But Sam isn’t the only Winchester who doesn’t like to share but Dean’s not jealous, he doesn’t do jealous.

Heat of the Blood  by queerly_it_is Summary: While camped out at a motel in a roasting Texas summer, Sam makes a new friend. Dean really isn’t happy about it.

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[obsidiancreates]

Watchful Eye

(No idea if I’ll continue this or not but it’s 5 am and all my self-control when it comes to writing has gone out the window, along with my hopes of a productive day once daylight comes. I had an idea, mashed it with my Gray Wings AU, and... this happened.)

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Silvia stared at the Archangel. “Wh-what?”

“Now, I know you’re one of our... younger operatives,” Gabriel said. “But that’s exactly what we need. Now, I’m sure you heard about the... incident, involving Armageddon.”

Silvia nodded. “Of course.” She had been waiting to go to battle, with a sword that felt too heavy and a tremor to her hands. But nothing had happened, and they’d been told to stand down.

“And you know, of course, that we planned to punish the angel responsible.”

“Right.”

Gabriel folded his hands behind his back. “Well, it didn’t go quite as we planned. He and his little... demon friend, are back on Earth. We’ve decided to leave them be, for... confidential reasons. But we think it would be best if someone were to... keep an eye on them.”

“But- but me?”

“Yes, well, you are one of the younger angels aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am.” Silvia was a mere one thousand, one hundred, and sixteen years old. A child, really.

Gabriel gave a quick smile that looked rather like he had just sucked on a lemon. “Great. You’re age will make it easier for you to conceal your true nature when you’re on Earth. With enough practice, they might not even realize you aren’t human!”

“But, but my most holy lord, surely there’s someone else better suited for the job!” Silvia pictured Earth, as she’d heard it described by the other angels. She’d rarely ever left the section of Heaven she worked in, certainly had never been to the human’s world, but it sounded dreadful.

“You’re one of the youngest angels, and the one we can most afford to lose,” he said. He shrugged. “Well!” He clapped his hands together. “Go get a body, and report back to us if those two do anything we should be concerned about! We’ll have someone drop you off near the bookshop Aziraphale runs.”

Silvia would have protested more, but she had no desire to Fall. It was very easy to Fall, so she just nodded and did as she was told.

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“Now really, my dear, you must slow down,” Aziraphale warned. “I am not in the mood to get drunk, and I’d like to have your sober company!”

Crowley rolled his eyes, but stopped pouring wine into his glass. “It’s your fault for hoarding so many good wines, Angel.”

“I don’t hoard them. I collect them.”

Crowley raised an eyebrow. “You can admit when you’re greedy now, Angel. No sides to disappoint, remember?”

Aziraphale took a small sip of his wine, and a large bite of a lovely chocolate biscuit that came from a tin Crowley had brought over. “I know that, Crowley, but I really don’t hoard them! I share them with you, don’t I?”

Crowley tipped the tip of the bottle towards his angel. “That is... okay, that’s fair. But you don’t share them with anyone else!”

“Why would I? No-one is quite as good drinking company as you.” Aziraphale grabbed another biscuit.

Crowley flushed and took a swig of wine. Ever since they’d escaped death, since their wings had gone gray and they’d truly separated from Heaven and Hell, Aziraphale had been much more casual about giving Crowley compliments or affection. It was small, just a “Ah, I was hoping to see you today!” or a “My dear” used to address the demon, but for the slow-moving angel it was a huge step. Crowley still wasn’t sure how to handle it.

Aziraphale nibbled at the biscuit, and then paused. “How long do you think we’ll get to go on like this?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, they must come up with some kind of... alternate punishment at some point, mustn’t they?” He set down the biscuit. “How long do you think this can last?”

“I...” Crowley fumbled for words, but the question had caught him off guard. “Let’s not worry about that now, Angel,” he finally got out. He reached over and filled Aziraphale’s glass with more wine. “Live in the moment, right?”

“I suppose. I just can’t help but worry.”

“No, you can’t.”

“Was that a joke of some kind?”

“Maybe.”

“I don’t worry that much.”

“Keep lying like that and those wings will start going completely dark gray.”

Aziraphale frowned at Crowley, who smirked back. They fell back into easy small-talk, and then into a comfortable silence.

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Silvia wasn’t sure how well Gabriel had thought this through. She’d managed to find, in one of the walls in the alley, a spot with a small hole in it. She could hear Aziraphale and Crowley’s conversations there, but...

Well, she was quite new to having a body, but she was sure she would need to keep it somewhere else when one of them walked out into the alley. She needed a base of operations of some kind.

She had never done a miracle before, but it was finally time. She got up, snapped her fingers, and walked to the building across the street from the bookshop.

Apparently there was an apartment for rent. There had never been an apartment before, the owner had thought, just an empty attic room. But there it was, with a bed and a kitchen and everything, all of it pure white. He had handed over the keys to the young woman, or perhaps she had somehow already had them. And then he left, scratching his head and wondering what the coffee shop was putting in their breakfast sandwiches.

Silvia looked out the window. A perfect view of the shop. A perfect vantage point. 

Maybe if she gave good enough reports, she’d be promoted back to Heaven before long!

She pulled up a stiff, spotless, chillingly white chair, that looked as though it came from Heaven itself. It probably did. She sat down and kept her eyes on the shop. She’d figure out how to listen to their conversations at the same time later.

For now, she’ll keep a watchful eye.

[i-am-my-own-goal]

The date from hell

(Since I shut down my dating tumblr, I’m gonna post this shit on here again)

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Where: local bar, chili’s, local brewery

Who paid: him, then he made me pay at the last bar

Second date: hell no

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We met at a bar by his house. I later found out that he hates bars, so I’m not sure why he chose to do that.

We were talking (well, I was trying to talk) and he cut me off to say I looked cute, nice dress, nice shoes, etc. but it was so forced and like...you asked me a question and won’t let me answer and your bullshit compliments are bullshit.

He asked me what shows I liked, I didn’t get to answer, and he recapped the entire series of game of thrones as if I was interested.

He was hell bent on ordering a “jack and coke with a twist.” He wouldn’t accept that “a twist” meant lime or lemon. I told him, the female bar tender told him, the male bartender told him. Finally he was like “oh! It has some lime in it” no fucking shit?!

We then went to chili’s cause I’m a whimp and didn’t know how to end the date. He proceeded to tell me stories of some of his sexual encounters. **Our waitress was super hot and I regret not leaving her my number.

In the parking lot, he explained what “true beauty” was and that girls who are ugly without makeup are just ugly and shouldn’t try. I called him an asshole and he said “why?”

The final stop was the brewery I love. He complained a lot about it. He wanted to order a Stella (which is such a shit beer. I think so anyway). I tried explaining to him that they only serve what they make themselves. He didn’t believe me. He tried to order it and was told they didn’t have it. I offered to suggest a beer to him but he said “I used to make my own beer when I was 18” and the bartender gave a taste test of a similar beer to Stella, he got that. This just peeved me a bit because 1) did he think I was inferior and couldn’t suggest a beer? 2) clearly he was lying because he literally wouldn’t pick a beer on his own cause he didn’t understand the menu

He talked a lot about how he’s “been through shit” and people don’t know how easy they really have it.

Did you know that most everyone has gone through “some shit?” You don’t get to your 30s without some terrible shit happening. If you do, congrats! That’s amazing and be thankful. But going through rough times in life doesn’t make you a special unique snowflake. I’ve had a few guys recently talk about how no one could understand them cause they’ve really had it bad. Yeah, we all have at times.

The night went on with him asking me questions and cutting me off one sentence in to talk about something else about him. He told me all women he’s been with have said he was the best sexually. Also he made sure I knew he dated a lot of older women in their 40s. He was 2 years younger than me and I think that made him feel insecure about his age. I told him he was conceited and he said “why? It’s the truth, they’ve all said it.”

I said I needed to get home. He called me 5 minutes after I left and said “...I’ve never not scored on a first date in 3 years. Why?”

Why?! What about that date seemed good to him?! He said “I felt like you didn’t like me” whaaaaat? What would make you think that.

He caught me off guard so I just went with it. I said, “well. You talked a lot and cut me off a lot. I didn’t get to answer anything because you’d cut me off” he said it was the pre workout he had earlier. 🤷🏻‍♀️ well that sucks but it’s not an excuse to be an asshole.

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Anyway, he has now become my worst dating story. He’s topped the guy who talked about how much he was over his ex and the younger guy I met who told me how he banged a 40 year old woman the day before he met me.

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(Tagging my dating stuff as “storytime” now in hopes that gross blogs won’t come after me on here from the tags I was using on my old blog.)

[silviasutton1989]

T.T.K. Chapter 20.2 “Shock waves”

A/N: Hey guys here it is! I’m not going to say much about it but I really do hope you guys are still reading and I hope to post more over time.

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2200

Summary: Everyone is affected by the death of Constantine

Catch Up: MASTERLIST

"Good, morning Cordonia. I am Jade Perro, reporting to you live at the state funeral of former King Constantine I. As you can see behind me the procession has made it up to the chapel where the former King has now made his final journey. Walking close behind are his sons Leo and King Liam. As you can see the two men are showing great strength though the circumstances of their father's death was a great shock to us all. Sources say that he suffered a heart attack during the wedding of the Duke and Duchess of Valtoria, yet there has still been very little information of that fateful night from the monarchy. However, today let us focus on his life and his accomplishments as king. King Constantine:  the only child of King Leonard III and Queen Mother Maria, he worked to make his reign of over 30 years one of the most innovative in Cordonian history. He...."

"Uh...I can't watch this anymore!" Riley turns the tv on mute then tosses the remote aside. Keeping her eyes on the screen watching her Liam as he watched his father's coffin enter the church.

"Then don't." Drake counters. He knew a fight was coming so he braced himself against the nearest wall, his eyes closed his breaths deep and steady to calm him.

"We should be there with them. How can you call Liam your friend and you're not even by his side right now?" 

"I'm doing what's best for us Riley!" His tone was louder than he knew it needed to be so he took another breath. Look, just because the media doesn't know how Constantine died doesn't mean we should act like we don't. He was killed...hell he was electrocuted! Riley you're pregnant there's no way in hell I'm letting you anywhere near that chaos. Besides I talked to Olivia everyone is fine. Until we hear otherwise we should --we will stay where it's safe."

"Drake...." She wanted to say more, but she knew he was right. And any other time in any other situation she would have left the second she heard about the attack. But her child came first and so did Drake. Yet and still knowing that gave her little ease as she watched her friends all walk into the church. None of them together, all of them with the same fearful look on their faces. Nausea grew as she looked around her glorious mansion and she didn't know if it was morning sickness or the growing sense of guilt she now had.

Olivia walked three steps behind him. It was far enough for him to seem alone yet close enough for him to know she was still there. He hadn't spoke in days since the funeral. Other than the speeches she had written for him to during his several press conferences, he mostly stayed silent not even telling the staff good morning. She had also noticed he barley ate. She made a mental note to ask the cook to make lemon chicken soup for dinner tonight. Liam loved that as a kid. 

Liam opened the door of his chambers and like clockwork off went his tie and suit coat with his pants and shoes before he crawled into bed.

And just like the last passed few days it was up to her to clean his mess. In all honesty last week she loved it. Planning Constantine's funeral, handling the non disclosures of everyone that witnesses the electrocution. She knew she could run the country but actually doing it just made her feel that more accomplished. But as the days went on and the funeral well over Liam's daze never seemed to pass. Empathy was never Olivia's strong suit she was more of a "get things done cry never" sort of girl so as she picked up his dirty socks from the for she couldn't hold her tongue any longer.

"Look Liam we need to---"

A wrap at the door stops her short. It opens, not waiting for an answer and Leo storms though.

"Just thought I'd let the great king know I'm off." He looks at the large lump in the bed rolling his eyes before turning to walk out.

"Wait you can't just leave him like this. He needs you!" Olivia takes his arm. 

"Let him go!" his voice from the covers yell. "He didn't give a damn about this country before why once father's dead would he now!"

"Oh like you gave a damn about father?!"Leo charges towards the bed, yanking back the covers revealing his brother. "My father died because of you because you weren't there because your a horrible king and no one wants you here! I blame you for all of this! And...and if this country goes down by your hands then dammit I don't want any part in it."

"Yeah?! Well get the fuck out!" Liam shoot out from the bed shoving Leo. "I don't need some coward how couldn't fill the shoes I have to walk in every damn day tell me what the fuck I'm doing wrong! Who the hell do you think you are? Who the hell do you think you were to him? You were a disappointment! You were a screw up and out of the words of the great Constantine he always knew you couldn't be king. He was relieved when you abdicated Leo!"

Olivia could only watch as the men stared each other down. She could see Leo's hurt, his anger, and in some ways his guilt, but there was nothing in Liam's eyes, no hurt, no guilt, not even anger just...nothing. She clutched the clothes she had picked up off the floor to her chest, in that moment she had never noticed how much Liam looked like his father. In that moment he resembled Constantine more than Leo ever could.

"As king I order you to leave the grounds...my grounds immediately." The men straightened their spines in sync and Leo turned towards the door.  He looked to his brother one final time before slamming the door behind him.

Liam grabbed the cover from the floor wrapping it around him before landing back into the bed. And then the room was silent.

"Liam..." 

"Olivia. Don't."

"You just kicked your brother out of the palace. What if he never comes back?"

"I told him to leave now not forever. And trust me he will be back. Either he'll run out of money or we will have some function that he will weasel his way back to be in. He doesn't do anything but leave when things get tough...that's all he's ever been good at."

"Liam you don't mean--"

"It's my fault he's dead, Liv." he says quietly.

"No, it's no--"

"I went looking for you that night. You had ran off and you looked so scared and confused I just...I wanted to help you. It should have been me. They weren't trying to kill my father they were trying to kill me!"

She sat next to him on the bed and he pulls her underneath the covers. His lips crashing against hers, more pain than pleasure. Almost on purpose, as if he waned to hurt her. His hands rough pull at her pants yanking them as far down as he pleased.

"Liam..." Olivia breathes trying to slow him down but his tounge is intrusive as if to silence her.

"This is what you want, huh? Nobody else is here but you? You're all I have left Liv. " he kisses her neck and chest with his chapped dry lips. His body was warm, so warm warm against her own. 

"Liam I'm leaving." The words somehow seems to just flow right out. The kissing stopped and he stayed quiet. "I have to go Lythikos... tomorrow."

"You don't have to go. You want to go." turning his back to her as if she wasn't even there.

"It's both. I want to go and I have to. The winter festival is Lythikos' biggest event. Our ski lodges are all booked up.  Reports are coming back that this will be the highest amount of tourists we've ever seen and Lucretia has planned the entire thing. I have to go as duchess I have an obligation to--"

"No one is stopping you.  Good bye." 

"Liam..." she sighs trying to find the right words. "I know your father's death is weighing on you right now. But your country needs you more than ever. You have to get up. You can't lay here and--"

"Why are you still here?!  I will be fine...without you."

She wanted to slap him. But also to kiss him. To tell him to suck it up and that this feeling of loneliness he is feeling she has felt since she was 5 years old. But she also wanted to lay his head in her lap run her fingers through his hair and let him cry. She wanted to make love to him to make him happy to see that smile in his almond shaped eyes again. But instead she slowly walked out of his chambers wondering how far gone was that smile, and would she ever see it again.

Once Olivia made it to Lythikos there was only one thing she wanted to do...no she needed to do.

The sounds of the water trickling down onto the tile floor was the best sound she'd heard in months. The steam filled her bathroom and soon she was surrounded by fog. She let the water run down her her long red locks letting it drip down her body letting it wash away everything: her mother's past, Isaac's betrayal, Liam loosing himself, not to mention Boss being oddly silent since Constantine's death. She was home now and home isn't just a safe place to run to when the world reveals it's darkness, it's also a place to start over regroup to collect her thoughts and figure out how to fix it all.

She stood underneath the large shower head playing out her next moves, unaware of the large figure so close behind her. He had been waiting for her missing her almost.  He pressed himself against the shower glass just watching as she washed her body, her hands cleaning the places he couldn't wait to touch. 

Mick had been so patient with her. His days for the last few months had been nothing but labor getting ready for the festival. He learned a lot about Lythikos, and Olivia. He learned about her family and how they died when she was young, he learned of her accomplishments and her tenacity, but all of that meant little to him compared to the day he found her bedroom. There were many nights he spent in there imaging his hands around that porcelain neck just one more time. 

Ugh... it's so frustrating watching her. Her eyes shut so tight. He glues his waist to the shower glass needing it to feel like her body. Maybe he didn't have to wait. Just take her now right here. No! He could wait. And as he steps back from the shower his hand prints begin to fade away, hidden beneath the steamy fog.

"Your Majesty I must speak with you, urgently."

"Yes Bastien?" Liam straightens his tie once again, the damn thing had never felt so stifling before.

"It's the matter of the upcoming Winter Social, in Lythikos." Bastien had a look on his face as if he was walking in a minefield. "As you know I have been looking into the attacks starting with the very first one last year. We still believe the attackers were hired and more likely foreigners."

Bastien could hear Liam's knee bouncing against the table he sat at and knew he should just spit it out.

"Well we did obtain some surveillance from the night of the first attack and  were able to pin point those who were actual staff members from those who were probably the attackers."

He hands Liam a photo a large build man in a waiters suit. 

"As you know with the past riots and other invasions especially recently I have been more proactive with vetting the venues in which you will be attending. So it is no surprise that I have already researched Lythikos and.."

"What are you trying to say Bastien?" Liam's impatience was quick his voice sharp.

"I'm saying that this man here is most assuredly one of the attackers from the Homecoming Ball and he is also most assuredly an active staff member of Duchess Olivia Nevarkis."

Bastien hands him another photo one of the same man carrying wood into the Nevarkis mansion.

"No I don't... I can't believe this. Olivia wouldn't..." no other words came out. His forehead wrinkled in confusion as if the two photos in his hand made no since, as if nothing in the world made any sense. 

"Your Highness we must consider the facts and since the last attack against you resulted in the death of a former monarch, we must take action. I hate to say this but I am almost certain that the person who has been actively trying to kill you is none other than the Duchess of Lythikos."

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[afimi-mi]

all the odd #s

Wow, interesting..! Answer as many as 50 questions... Well, let's go!

1. What is you middle name?

My middle name is Filatova! In Russian it is similar to the word "owl"! ( ˙꒳​˙ )

3. When is your birthday?

May 24! (≧▽≦)

5. What is your favorite color?

I like so many colors.. But most of all I love pink, blue and white!❤💙

7. Do you have any pets?

Yes, I have a Yorkshire Terrier named Casper! 🐕

Nothing that I am going to attach a photo? He's just so cute...(´,,•ω•,,)♡

9. How tall are you?

I'm the lowest of my friends.. 158 cm ≈ 5'2 (´-ω-`)

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?

Oh, I don't even know..I can only remember 10 pairs 🤔

13. What talents do you have?

Probably drawing..? I'm not bad at painting..🎨

I'll also attach a couple of my works, I hope you don't mind..?(„ಡωಡ„)

15. Favorite song?

This is a very difficult question! I have so many favorite bands and songs, sometimes my favorite song is one and sometimes another. Today I'm in the mood for songs Gone.Fludd! o( ❛ᴗ❛ )o

I love the song "Crash Bash"!🎶

17. Who would be your ideal partner?

Mean a love partner..? Idate (￣▽￣*)ゞ

19. Do you want a church wedding?

I'm not religious, so no? Sounds very interesting, though..🤔

21. Have you ever been to the hospital?

I was a very sickly child, so yes, I was often taken to the hospital.. Luckily, now everything is better (o˘◡˘o)

23. Have you ever met any celebrities?

No, though once in my city came quite populary artist (he once lived here) but I missed the concert because I was sick o(TヘTo)

25. What color socks are you wearing?

Blue cute socks!! 🐻

God, I add too many pics, but just look at them!! o(≧▽≦)o

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?

Even know..On the one hand, it's cool, you have a lot of money, and you can buy good gifts to friends and family, provide for the family. You will have a lot of fans who will always support you...But there will also be haters, and I'm a little shy of a lot of attention to myself...(•ิ_•ิ)

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?

Lol what? You mean the sea? Not

31. What position do you usually sleep in?

I love sleeping and hugging the pillow! I have one huge one, when i sleep I like to imagine it's Idate..(*ﾉ∀`*)

33. What do you typically have for breakfast?

I love to drink tea and eat fruit bars! And a slice of lemon 💕🍋💕

35. Have you ever tried archery?

Just a toy. But it would be cool to try to shoot from real archery..ヽ(°〇°)ﾉ

37. Favorite swear word?

Oh, I don't have any favorite sweat word..I don't really like those words..

39. Do you have any scars?

Yes, I was very clumsy in my childhood. I've fallen a lot, so I still have little pale scars on my knees.. And one day I fell off the swing and I smashed my face, and there's a little invisible scar on my cheek that's almost gone!

41. Are you a good liar?

Terribly bad. I don't really like to lie, but when I try to get nervous and blush..😵

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?

My English teacher was always unhappy with my pronunciation, so no..(｡•́︿•̀｡)

45. What is your favorite accent?

I like the sound of French and Japanese! 🇫🇷🇯🇵

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?

I never really remember the prices, and the clothes I have are not branded, so it is not worth a lot.. But all I can think of is a jacket for 1500 rubles (~23$)👚

49. Are you an innie or an outie?

The translator did not clearly translate this question, so I do not know how to answer, sorry! (•ิ_•ิ)

51. Are you scared of spiders?

Yes! I'm terrified of spiders..Once I saw one in the kitchen and I almost fainted..god.. \(º □ º l|l)/

53. Favorite foreign food?

Oh..Sushi? They're delicious!(*´▽`*)

55. Most used phrased?

Um.. "You okay?", "Look at this cute dog!!", "I want summer.."

57. How long does it take for you to get ready?

Not so much! I don't wear makeup, and I have short hair that doesn't need to be braided! I'm getting ready fast enough👌

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?

I'm afraid to bite lollipops because I have fragile teeth, so suck it! ( ˙꒳​˙ )

61. Do you sing to yourself?

I like to sing lines of songs when I clean or draw..Of course I'm singing in my head!

63. Biggest Fear?

To disappoint the people who believe in me the most..σ(￣、￣〃)

65. Best dramatic movie you've seen?

Once I was flipping through the channels on TV and came across a movie where the story of a young girl with cancer. I watched it only from the middle and this movie really touched me.. I cried several times during the most tragic moments..! (ಥ﹏ಥ)

67.Can you name all 50 states of America?

To be honest

I don't know any of them

69. Extrovert or Introvert?

An introvert! Although with friends I turn into an extrovert ヽ(>∀

71. What makes you nervous?

There are actually a lot of things that make me nervous..When strangers talk to me, when the Internet disappears, when I can not draw something or when I see an insect..(×_×)

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?

Not in public. But if he's a good friend of mine, I'll be sure to tell him when it's just the two of us

75. Have you ever started a rumor?

Probably not..? I never really talked about anyone, so no..

77. Have you ever drink underage?

When I was 15 years old, my parents poured me some beer, but it was so bitter that I still do not want to drink..Also, I was allowed to taste the wine, and it was more delicious, but I still do not really like alcohol..┐( ´ д ` )┌

79. Who was your first real crush?

Well..to tell you the truth, in class 6, I fell in love with my friend and I was very embarrassed... I was sad because no one ever told me girls could date girls and I felt like it was bad ( >.

But last summer, I suddenly remembered that, and it turns out she loved me at the time, too..But now between us only friendly feelings \(＾∀＾)メ(＾∀＾)ノ

81. Can you roll your Rs?“

W..what is Rs...? (•ิ. •ิ)

83. How fast can you run?

I never thought about how fast I run..I had an average in gym class 。。。ミヽ(。＞＜)ノ

85. What color is your eyes?

Gray-blue.. I like the color of my eyes..💙

87. Do you keep a journal?

Yes! I have a nice diary, I like to write there! I have a lot of stickers and decorative tape, and colored pens and glitter!✨🎉

89. Do you like your age?

Um..Probably yes? Although I want to go back to early childhood..(っ˘ω˘ς )

91. Do you like your own name?

Yes! Anya..I like the way it sounds like a kitten yawning!🐈

93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child?

I don't want kids in reality..I have enough children with Idate, I love them very much! (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

95. What are your weaknesses?

When people say I'm good and cool or buy me a snack..But my biggest weakness is stroking my head and hugging.. ÚwÚ

97. Were your ancestors royalty?

I've always been interested in my pedigree, but I never really looked, but now I'm interested again..w(°ｏ°)w

99. Color of your bedspread?

Pink! Love my bed..🛌

Ohh, here we go..What a long post, hope it doesn't make you uncomfortable...(´-ω-`)

Also, thank you very much! Have a nice day!!