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Fandom Leap - Chapter 8

Series Masterlist

Word count: 1.8k

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

A/N: My contribution is finally here! Just wanna say I'm flattered to be in this project with such wonderful authors! @nickfowlerrr @unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men @crazyunsexycool @swiftlymoniquesblog @missvelvetsstuff @vibraniumarm06-bucket @rosedpetal @imyourbratzdoll @herdreamywasteland @jamneuromain @potterhead2207@supraveng

Previous chapter || You can both feel a shift in the air around you. Sitting in each other's presence the feeling begins to come over you, “Buck, I don’t wanna go” You whisper softly gripping his hand tight. “Please don’t leave me, Doll” his voice trembling in fear, You can’t help but shed some tears because You don’t want to go either, but You have no control over this. “Come back to me baby, please” He whispers holding you close to him, his please sounds absolutely broken which makes your heart heavier. “I love y-,” as the shift overtakes You, You can still feel his presence. Shedding a few tears your heart feels heavy and You hope that where you end up next is a place in which you will be safe and protected like how You were with Bucky.

There was a pounding in your head. Your eyelids were heavy when you opened them, and by the way your stomach rumbled, you knew you had to eat something rather sooner than later.

You looked at your surroundings. You were lying in a queen-sized bed with a cherry print bedding set, a nightstand to your left that had a pink alarm clock that seemed to be broken by having been beaten against the wall too many times.

"Wakey-wakey."

You screamed. You finally acknowledged the pretty blonde that was lying next to you.

"Caroline Forbes?"

It really was her. Her perfect golden locks were around her head like a halo, and her shiny green eyes had smudged mascara around them.

She was as stunning as a beauty queen, all the same.

"Are we on a full-name basis now, Y/N L/N?" She teased you, and yawned, stretching her arms and sitting up in the bed.

"What happened last night?" You asked, the memories all blurred and confusing in your head.

She grinned at you. "Before or after you confessed to Elijah Mikaelson that he was the hottest man on earth?"

Oh. My. God.

"I need context, Care."

She squinted her eyes at you.

"I knew we shouldn't have let you get in a drinking contest with Damon."

"Damon Salvatore?"

"Who else would it be? You're so weird this morning, jeez."

Of course. You were in The Vampire Diaries universe. You didn't know where this left you, or why you had a previous life here. Maybe it was a pattern. The first two times you didn't belong. The third, you did. In other universes, you were an anomaly. A version of you probably didn't exist in those places.

Here, you could see by the memory board in the wall with pictures of you with Bonnie Bennett, Elena Gilbert, Tyler Lockwood, Matt Donovan and the Salvatore siblings that you actually belonged here.

Hell, there even was a polaroid taken by you of Rebekah Mikaelson flipping the camera (you) off, the caption "Barbie Klaus" written with permanent marker under the picture.

Like everything was right.

Except, something was missing.

As your mind drifted to Bucky's lovingly gaze on you and the feel of his hand in your strong grip, the way you were holding on for dear life when you shifted again...

You got up too fast, almost falling in the process, and ran to the toilet. Caroline was behind you next, holding your hair while you threw up.

You had tears in your eyes when she turned the shower on and helped you out of your clothes, washing your hair without another word as you sobbed uncontrollably.

Caroline held you in her arms when you couldn't formulate words, brushing your hair and getting you into something comfortable.

"Do you want to lay down?"

You nodded your head negatively.

"I need to tell you something, Care."

"What is it?" Her voice was soft but you knew she was worried about you. She was your best friend in the whole world.

This world, at least.

"I'm not Y/N. Well, not the Y/N you grew up with, at least. I'm from another universe, and I'm scared to death because I want to go back to my fiancé, but I don't belong there either."

You told her the whole story, from how you were just struggling with too much work and had nothing going on in your life, to the Comic Con event and how you just woke up the next day to find yourself in Bucky's universe. How you jumped through dimensions, finding your favorite characters and bonding with them.

You left out the part that you were obsessed with The Vampire Diaries in your teens. You were not about to tell Caroline she was a character in a show and all the shit that was about to happen to her and each one of your friends in Mystic Falls.

After you finished, Caroline stared at you with wide eyes. "We can't seem to catch a break, can we?"

"What do I do now, Care?"

"Babe, you're friends with vampires, witches, a werewolf and the originals. You have Matt too, but he's human like you so he's useless about anything involving the supernatural. No offense. We'll find a way."

You sniffed, hugging her. "Thank you, Care. Now tell me what the hell was last night about!"

She laughed.

"We threw you a birthday party. Bonnie casted a spell on you so you wouldn't get too drunk when you and Damon started taking shots."

"Oh, crap. And why Elijah was there? Doesn't seem like his type of fun."

"It's not." She snorted. "But he came anyway because he adores you."

It felt weird when she said that, the thought of you with another man making you sick. There was a little flirting now and then, but you couldn't forget that you were about to get married.

Why did it hurt so fucking much?

"Now get up! We're doing research before you leave us too." Caroline laughed humorlessly. Deep down, you knew she was just as afraid as you.

"So, you've made all of us come here, and not that I want to bitch about it, but I had to change shifts last minute, just for you to come with this nonsense story when in reality Y/N could just be losing her shit?"

"Matt!" Elena glared at him.

"I'm not blaming her! I'm just saying, with all the things we have to go through because of you guys, maybe she's just so stressed that her mind is finally shattering?"

"For the love of Taylor Swift, shut up." Damon rolled his eyes at Matt. "Don't worry, kid. We all believe you and we know you're not crazy."

"Not that I'm condoning with that asshole, but what if Y/N is really going insane?"

"Tyler, I'm right here!" You crossed your arms, outraged. "I didn't give you this shit when I found out you were a werewolf." You complained.

Caroline called everyone to the Salvatore's boarding house, just so you didn't have to repeat the same story over and over again. That's why she had the Mikaelson siblings on the speakerphone too.

"Bon, what do you think?" Elena turned to the witch, who had a serious look on her face.

"I don't know. Granny never had the chance to explain to me about multiple simultaneous lives. Let alone the multiverse jumping. All I know is that is possible, but I don't play with this kind of magic. It bends all the rules we know of."

"I'd ask my mother if she wasn't dead." Klaus finally spoke on the other side, and you almost smiled at his words. "The best I can do to help sweet Y/N is get Freya to do some research."

"Thank you so much, Klaus." You sighed, feeling a little bit better.

"In the meanwhile, what can we do?" Stefan asked.

"If there's nothing we can do, we can put her in a straitjacket."

"Too soon, Damon." You murmured, sending him a death glare.

Caroline took on a mission to distract you from your distress. She dressed you up and took you to the Mystic Grill, ordered pancakes and soda for you both, and took you to see the most important spots in the city.

"That's Elena's house. We tried to smoke cigarettes in her room when we were fifth graders and we spent a whole bottle of her mother's perfume to mask the tobacco scent. There's a spot under her rug where we put them out."

"In Bonnie's place, she finally told you she was a witch."

"Damon and you were playing stupid games as always, and he dared you to go to the forest on a full moon, that's when Tyler almost bit you. I tried to save you and he bit me instead, so Klaus had to come here and cure me."

"Matt, Vicky and you used to play hide and seek in the church when you guys were little."

"Oh! You're gonna love this one! Elijah gave you a daylight ring right there in the gazebo! He told that if you ever transitioned you'd need one and it would be nice if that was already taken care of."

The memories were permanently imprinted on you. How you and Caroline always teamed up against Bonnie and Elena when the four of you fought, how angry you were at Matt when he couldn't let Elena move on, how heartbroken you became at Vicky's funeral.

And the day Elijah gave you the daylight ring, you were so touched by his gesture that you spilled "I love you." in a serious tone before hugging him. He was taken back by your reaction, but he hugged you back.

The sun was setting in the horizon, when Caroline received a call. She smiled at you in a cryptic way.

"Okay, I'm taking her."

The whole drive back to the Salvatore's board house was silent. You suddenly had a feeling your time in Mystic Falls was ending.

Caroline pulled over and walked you to the front door. She sighed.

"This is my cue. I hope you find what you're looking for, Y/N. And I just want you to know that you are my best friend and you are loved in every universe you exist. Please, never forget me."

You sniffed, and hugged her tight. Caroline's delicate form embraced you.

"Thank you, Care. I love you to the moon and back. And hopefully, in a few hours, you'll have your Y/N version back."

Caroline took off full vampire speed, leaving you alone on the Salvatore doorstep. The door opened, and a gasp left your lips.

"Elijah?"

"Whenever you say "I love you", you always say "to the moon and back" too. Must've been too much on her."

You looked over your shoulder, grateful for everything Caroline has done for you in the last hours. She let you go without putting up a fight, just so you didn't have to worry about her too.

"I guess we are alone?" You raised your brow, and Elijah's lip curled upwards.

He offered you his hand and as you took it in your own, he guided you to the living room.

"Freya and Bonnie crafted this." He took a little bottle of his pocket, the content a red liquid that resembled blood. "You just have to drink it, and you'll be off again. I guess you'd like to finally do this in your own terms."

"I don't know what to say."

"Then allow me, Y/N. You are a kind soul. You told me once that I deserved to have a life of my own and pursue my own dreams instead of always taking care of Niklaus. You were the one who confronted him when everyone was walking on eggshells around him, and you captivated all of us. You deserve to have a life of your own too, Y/N, and I know it's gonna be brilliant."

As he spoke, Elijah brought the bottle to your lips, and you drank its rich liquid. As you felt the ground swirl under your feet and Elijah becoming more and more distant, all you could keep was an opal daylight ring.

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Yammy's 1k Followers Celebration

I finally hit 1k followers again on my new blog! I'm sorry that it has taken me so long to release my 1k followers celebration event, I've just been really unmotivated recently. Thank you all so, so much for getting me to 1k followers. I would not have got this far if it was not for all of you. So, since I have been a little unmotivated and have had writers block recently, there isn't going to be as much prompts for this one because I don't think I will be able to have a lot of prompts because of that.

I will have smut and fluff prompts for my 1k followers event and I will put the rules for this event down below.

Event Start: Sunday, March 21st 2023

Event End: Sunday, March 26th 2023

Rules

I ask that everyone please follows these rules if you are going to participate in my 1k followers event.

You can only select from the characters that are listed on this post. I a character or fandom is not posted then I'm most likely not writing for them for this event but, you can still ask if you're curious.

Please only do one prompt per request because, since I have writers block I find it much harder to write for multiple prompts in one fic but, eventually I'll be back to doing more than one prompt in a fic.

Also some people do this anonamysly but, please don't spam me multiple requests whether its anon or not. It's very overwhelming and a little annoying. You can of course request more than one but, please no spam.

If I write a fic too short, please don't come at me for it. It just depends on how much of an idea I have for the fic for how long it's going to be and when fic requests aren't that detailed it makes it a little harder for me to write a long one so, I just don't know what lengths each fic is going to be until after I write it.

Please just follow these rules 💗💗

Fandoms/Characters

Outer Banks

John B Routledge

JJ Maybank

Pope Heyward

Kiara Carrera

Sarah Cameron

Rafe Cameron

Topper Thornton

Cleo

Outer Banks Cast

Chase Stokes

Rudy Pankow

Drew Starkey

Austin North

The Vampire Diaries Universe

Damon Salvatore

Stefan Salvatore

Katherine Pierce

Klaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Elena Gilbert

Caroline Forbes

Bonnie Bennett

Enzo St. John

Marcel Gerard

Hayley Marshall

Euphoria

Rue Bennett

Maddy Perez

Cassie Howard

Nate Jacobs

Fezco

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson

Jonathan Byers

Robin Buckley

Nancy Wheeler

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Smut Prompts

“You look so hot in my clothes.”

“You’re not going out in that outfit.”

“You want me to give your (phone, book, etc.) back? Make me.”

“Please just let me finish this level and I swear I’ll fuck you just how you like it.”

“I’m not jealous! It’s just… you’re mine.”

“You better shut that pretty little mouth before I put it to work, doll.”

“Don’t fucking touch what’s not yours.”

“Please, remind me again why we are having sex behind a tree?”

“God damnit! Now all I can think about is you licking my cock like it’s that ice cream cone.”

“Let me show you why you should stay in bed.”

“I see you’ve started without me.”

“You’re really going to make me beg for it?”

“Are you going to eye fuck me all night or are you going to do something about it?”

“This cock isn’t gonna suck itself.”

“You’re mine. I don’t share.”

Fluff Prompts

“You look so cute with your baby bump!”

“You look beautiful in anything.”

“May I have this dance?”

“Do you think it’s possible that I… might be… pregnant?”

“Thank you for making me a mommy.” “Thank you for making me a daddy.”

 “Every inch of you is breathtaking.”

“I’ve been excited to see you all day.”

 "I’ll keep you warm.”

“Are you my secret admirer? The one whose been sending me all those flowers and notes?”

“Can you pretend to be my partner for my friend’s wedding? I told them I’d have a plus one.”

 “Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.”

“You give my butterflies.”

“Wait! Baby, my lip gloss is all over your lips.”

“Would it be alright if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.”

“I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

So I picked 30 prompts, 15 for both fluff and smut since that is all I feel like I can do at the moment. I look forward to seeing all of your requests and again I just wanted to say thank you for getting me to 1k again. Requests for the event will be opened for one week from now until next Sunday but, yeah lmao.

Tagging People Below

@pankhoeforlife @strokesofstokes @samxslaughter @drewbooooo @cecespeach @blueicequeen19 @gillybear17 @lovedetlost

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hi babies, I'm Wiktoria and I love daydreaming

17 yrs old

im in 12 grade and next year I'm planning to go to university !

intj, phlegmatic

taurus sun, gemini moon, virgo rising

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music artistis: lana del rey, sade, Amy winehouse, mitski, classical music

hobbies: reading, learning japanese, watching movies and girlblogging

business and psychology lover

love reading girly articles and Forbes

favorite movies: valley of the dolls, virgin suicides and black swan

favorite books: picture of dorian gray, bell jar

I believe that money, peace, self-obsession and sex can bring you happiness.

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How Has Barbie’s Body Changed Over the Years to Be More Inclusive?

“Barbie’s got a new body” (Dockterman). In January of 2016, Barbie dolls got a brand new body. These bodies included curvy, tall, and petite to represent a wide variety of body types that are more realistic than the original Barbie body our society has grown accustomed to. However, has this diversity in body types actually made a difference in how women view their bodies? Does this change make females more confident with their body types? Unfortunately, it does not.  The “Meanings of ‘thin’ and ‘fat’ are taught, so in a larger sense, it doesn’t matter what the dolls look like,” said Siewert, who cited a 2015 National survey that found about 90 percent of all women responding said they worried about their weight and had tried some kind of diet. “Living daily life as a woman, we’re so influenced by thin identity culture.” Body image issues have more to do with our treatment of others, than just with the dolls we play with at a young age. Body image issues are an epidemic in our world. At the end of the day, society has made people feel like they have to be as skinny as possible even before Barbie dolls were made. These issues have especially made it challenging for women whose looks seem to be held at a higher standard than men. As America Ferrera perfectly stated in her moving monologue in The Barbie Movie, “You have to be thin, but not too thin. And you can never say you want to be thin. You have to say you want to be healthy, but also you have to be thin…” (Gerwig). The Barbie Movie brought females together as we all truly thought about how challenging it is to be a woman. Females have always had such high standards put on them that are impossible to meet. When you make a doll with a “perfect” body, you are just emphasizing these harmful thoughts. Barbies were made to, “...inspire young girls that they can be anything they want to be and do not have to listen to the social norms. Ruth Handler wanted “to show her daughter she could aspire to a life and career that extended beyond taking care of babies” (McGarth and Forbes Team). We are finally getting to a place where we are also showing girls the true purpose of the meaning behind Barbie dolls. Barbie shows little girls that they can be whoever they want to be. They do not have to listen to the social norms that tell them they cannot be in male-dominated career fields but need to stay in their own realm of being a stay-at-home mom. And, we are doing this with Barbie that finally represents real female bodies. Mattel is now also making Barbie dolls with different skin tones, hair colors, styles, and now has one with Down syndrome. We are showing young girls it is natural to be different and not all the same. I hope that in the future, Barbie dolls get even more diverse.

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Worn by Caroline Forbes on the Vampire Diaries on season 4 episode 6

Free People grassland floral lace baby doll tank

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Supermodel MIRANDA KERR

Miranda May Kerr (born 1983) is an Australian model. She rose to prominence in 2007 as one of the Victoria’s Secret Angels. Kerr was the first Australian Victoria’s Secret model and also represented the Australian department store chain David Jones. She has launched her own brand of organic skincare products, KORA Organics, and has written a self-help book.

Miranda Kerr began modelling in the fashion industry when she was 13, winning the 1997 Dolly magazine model search competition. Since 2008, Kerr has consistently ranked on the Forbes list of highest earning models.

At age 13, Kerr entered and won the 1997 annual Dolly magazine/Impulse model competition. She was flown to Sydney a week before her 14th birthday to shoot for the magazine. Upon Kerr’s win, local media expressed “concerned outrage” at her young age. The controversy raised concerns about the glorification of young girls within the fashion, beauty, and entertainment industries.

Miranda Kerr signed to Chic Management’s Sydney division. She received considerable commercial exposure after a series of beachwear ads predominantly for Australian surf chain Billabong, in which Kerr modelled surf brands Tigerlily, Roxy, Billabong Girls, and One Teaspoon. Kerr was also the brand ambassador of Australia’s most recognised swimwear brand, Seafolly in 2001. This increased her profile in the Australian and Asian markets, after which Kerr relocated to New York where she became co-owner of the Bowery Ballroom.

In New York, Kerr had a multitude of runway appearances and then signed with NEXT Model Management in early 2004. From there, she was booked for runway and print campaigns for labels, including Alex Perry, Baby Phat, Lisa Ho, Voodoo Dolls, Levi’s, Bettina Liano, Nicola Finetti, L.A.M.B., Heatherette, Betsey Johnson, Trelise Cooper, Jets, John Richmond, Blumarine Swimwear, Neiman Marcus, Seafolly Swimwear, Anna Molinari, Rock and Republic, Roberto Cavalli, and Ober Jeans. Kerr was also booked for print in magazines such as Elle, Australian Vogue and Harper’s Bazaar, and was featured in Australian television advertisements for clothing and hair-removal products.

In early 2006, Kerr appeared on the TV show Project Runway, modelling clothes for contestant Daniel Vosovic’s final collection. She signed a contract with cosmetics firm Maybelline New York. Along with several other Victoria’s Secret and Next agency models, Kerr was also featured in a music video for the single “Number One” by artists Kanye West and Pharrell.

Following her success with Maybelline, Kerr became the first Australian model to be offered a contract with Victoria’s Secret in 2007. Upon her acceptance, she became the first ever Australian Victoria’s Secret Angel joining models Alessandra Ambrosio, Karolína Kurková, Adriana Lima, Selita Ebanks, Izabel Goulart, and Heidi Klum. Before becoming an Angel in 2007, Kerr was already picked to become the successor of Alessandra Ambrosio as the face of PINK in 2006. Kerr’s popularity continued to increase as one of the globally recognised Angels when she appeared in the Victoria’s Secret 2006 every year till 2009 televised runway shows, which aired on four continents.

In 2007, Kerr signed on as the face of Californian fashion retailer Arden B. After debuting in their spring and summer ad campaigns, Kerr returned for their fall 2007 campaign, shot by fashion photographer Diego Uchitel. Following her modeling success with Victoria’s Secret, Kerr made a small guest appearance in the CBS sitcom How I Met Your Mother alongside fellow Angels Adriana Lima, Marisa Miller, Alessandra Ambrosio, Heidi Klum and Selita Ebanks.

In 2008, Kerr became the new face of the fragrance Clinique Happy and signed a six-figure deal to be the new face of Australian department store David Jones, replacing model Megan Gale. She also appeared on the cover of British Harper’s Bazaar. Earning an estimated $3.5 million over the previous 12 months, Forbes placed Kerr at №10 on the list of the world’s top-earning models.

In June 2009, Kerr posed naked, chained to a tree, for an issue of Rolling Stone Australia, to raise awareness for the endangered koalas. In August, Kerr released an inspirational self-esteem, self-help book, Treasure Yourself. Treasure Yourself is aimed at female teenagers. In October, Kerr launched her own brand of organic skincare products, KORA Organics, with George Moss and became the face for the company. She also shot a spring/summer ad campaign for XOXO. Kerr appeared in Forbes 2009 list of the world’s highest-paid models, ranking at №9 with estimated earnings of $3 million. She left NEXT Model Management and signed with IMG Models. She then ended the year walking in the annual Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show.

Kerr appeared in the 2010 Pirelli Calendar, photographed by Terry Richardson in Bahia, Brazil. Previously better known for her Victoria’s Secret status rather than her high fashion work. She appeared on the Forbes 2010 list of the world’s highest-paid models, ranking at №9 where she earned $4 million.

In January 2011, Kerr became the first pregnant model for Vogue when featured in Vogue Australia, being six months pregnant at the time of the shoot. In January 2012, she was named ambassador for Qantas. In March, Kerr walked for Chanel and Miu Miu at Fall/Winter Paris Fashion Week. She was featured on the June cover of Numéro Tokyo, shot by Nino Muñoz. In August, Kerr appeared on the cover of Vogue Turkey and in November, was named the new face of high street brand Mango, replacing Kate Moss for its spring/summer 2013 campaign.[34][35][36] Kerr placed at №7 in Forbes 2012 list of the world’s highest-paid models with earnings of $4 million

In 2013, Kerr headlined the April issue of Vogue Australia and the July issue of Vogue Korea. She was ranked №2 in Forbes 2013 list of the world’s highest-paid models, with estimated earnings of $7.2 million, which is $3.2 million more and a jump of five places in the list from the previous year. In October, Kerr was named the face of Austrian crystal house Swarovski for their fall 2013 campaign, and that December she starred in social shopping website Shop Style’s first national campaign.

In February 2014, Kerr became the face of Swedish clothing brand H&M. She then featured in high-profile campaigns for Reebok and Wonderbra. In March, Kerr opened and closed for Sonia Rykiel at Fall/Winter Paris Fashion Week Kerr modelled for the covers of the May issue of Vogue Taiwan and the July issue of Vogue Australia. She was among the 50 models on the September cover of Vogue Italia, celebrating the magazine’s 50th anniversary. She was also prominently featured in the November, 15-year anniversary issue of Vogue Japan, shot by Mario Testino. Kerr ranked №3 on the 2014 Forbes list of highest earning models, earning an estimated $7 million.

Kerr was the cover model for the February 2015 issue of American Harper’s Bazaar, shot by Richardson. She also covered the March issue of Australian Harper’s Bazaar, shot by Kai Z Feng. Kerr ranked №6 on the 2015 Forbes list of highest earning models, earning an estimated $6.5 million. She then appeared on the December cover of Vogue Thailand.

Kerr began 2016 fronting Riccardo Tisci’s Spring/Summer campaign for Givenchy, alongside models including Joan Smalls, Natalia Vodianova and fellow Australian, Gemma Ward. Her January/February cover for Australian Harper’s Bazaar sparked controversy, depicting a nude Kerr under the cover line “What Lies Beneath.” The cover was later pulled from the national supermarket chain, Coles. She also featured on international covers of Elle, Harper’s Bazaar, Madame Figaro and L’Officiel. Kerr ranked №10 on the 2016 Forbes list of highest paid models, earning an estimated $6 million.

Miranda Kerr has frequently been said to be one of the sexiest women in the world. Models.com ranks her number 4 on the Top 20 sexiest models. She has been ranked in FHM’s ‘100 Sexiest Women’ poll at №56 in 2009, №36 in 2010, №44 in 2011, №51 in 2012, №56 in 2013 and №48 in 2014. Kerr was named one of the “100 Hottest Women of All-Time” by Men’s Health beating the likes of Audrey Hepburn, Grace Kelly and Sophia Loren.

Kerr’s model trademark is her dimples. Celebrity photographer Russell James stated.

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what are the admin's favourite kpop (or non-kpop) songs atm :-)

It may not seem like I limited myself but I REALLY DID!

There are MANY more songs that I enjoy listening to at the moment. I'm THAT MUCH of a music fan.

~Savie

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Regular/Foreign (not kpop)

Salam, Let Go, Lamaallem- Saad Lamjarred

Animal, Hysteria, Let's get rocketed, you're so beautiful- Def Leppard

Don't know what you got till it's gone, Shake me, Night Songs, Nobodies Fool- CInderella

Infinity- jaymes Young

Bed are burning- Midnight Oil

Left hand free- Alt-J

Women, Boss bitch- Doja Cat

New divide, Faint, Burn it down, In the end, Crawling, - linkin park

Dancing with a stranger- Sam smith

Uprising, Supermassive blackhole, madness- Muse

South texas deathride- The union underground

Killer- Eminem

heat waves- Glass Animals

Miss you, Hot demon bitches near you, E-girls are ruining my life- Corpse

Dragula- Rob zombie

WAP- Cardi B

Body- megan the stallion

That's what I want, Montero, Sun goes down, Industry baby- Lil nas X

Burn- 2wei

automatic- Brothers conti

Demeanor- Pop smoke

headbang gang- Trampa

Lady marmalade- Christina aguilera

Family Affair- Mary J. blige

Earth song, Thriller, Will you be there- Michael jackson

My type, Tap in- Saweetie

Blackout- Breathe carolina

One of the living- TIna Turner

Drops of jupiter- Train

Applause, Judas, Born this way- Lady gaga

Fast- Sueco

Fed up- Ghostmane

Radioactive- Imagine Dragons

Him & I, Say less, Forbes, I mean it, No limit- G-Eazy

Rebellious, Rainy day- Ling Chao

On call, Excited, Skin to Skin, Catch me when I fall- Luhan

Again, Fly Away- Lenny Kravitz

Sadness, Gravity of Love, Seven lives, Return to innocence- Enigma

Original me- Yungblud

Hold me now- THompson twins

paradise City, November rain, Welcome to the jungle- GUns N Roses

Blue- The birthday massacre

Incubus- Munro

Prayer- Disturbed

Stick to your guns- Sick puppies

man I feel like a woman- Shania Twain

Cowboy casanova- carrie Underwood

Little Lies- Fleetwood Mac

Blinding lights, Starboy- The weeknd

better- Khalid

Cave me in- Gallant

Everything to me- great good fime ok

Up&up, clocks, Paradise- Coldplay

feel invincible- Skillet

Arbor, Chroma- Zmolian

bailamos, Tonight, I like it, Hero- Enrique Iglesias

KPOP/Korean

Teasure, Hala Hala, Pirate King, Say my name, Wonderland, Aurora, Twilight, etc. etc etc etc--- ATEEZ

Victory song, Side Effects, Gods menu, Double knot, Miroh- Stray Kids

Highway to heaven, kick it, Turn back time, Take off, Cherry Bomb, The 7th sense, Whiplash, boos, Go, We young, Paradise, Touch, my page, We go up, etc etc etc--- NCT/Dream/Wayv

Dream in a dream, New heroes- Ten

Look at me now, What U, Don't tease me- Speed

HookGA- High 420

OMGT, Yolo- Madtown

Cider, Sse sse sse, Anck su namum- Yezi

Eoeo- Uniq

Take a shot, Hotshot- Hotshot

Bounce, Witch- Boyfriend

Superfly- 24K

Good luck- Beast

Black or white- Cross Gene

Minimanimo, miss you- Tiny-G

Good bye bye, Face, Action- Nu-est

Love me love me, Really really- Winner

Breathe- ZE:A

Wake me up, Hands up, Warrior, Power, badman, 1004- B.a.p

pretty pretty, Galaxy- ladies' code

Red light, Dracula, Electric shock, milk, butterfly, paper heart- F(x)

Can't help myself- Eric Nam

Catallena- Orange caramel

Very good, Nalina- Block B

Zero for conduct- Bastarz

Noir-Sunmi

Gotta gp- Chungha

I am the best- 2ne1

Voodoo doll, On and on- Vixx

A, Aorund the world, Girls girls girls- Got7

number nine- T-ara

Trouble maker- Trouble Maker

Maria- Hwasa

Goblin, Savage,

Criminal, Want, Move, Danger- Taemin

Replay- Shinee

Don't recall- kard

Sleep, Color blind- Maddox

OK, A lie- B1a4

Rocking, Supa Luv- Teen top

Now or never, fanfare, Roar, K.O- SF9

OMG_ Double K

More- K/da

Me like yuh, All I wanna do, Mommae- J park

Cold blooded, Gucci- Jessi

Libido- Onlyoneof

Run devil run, Mr mr, Gee- Girl's generation

Hello bitches- CL

Different- Woodz

Evanesce- Super Junior

Rewind- Zhoumi

Up&down- Exid

The chaser, Bad- Infinite

crazy- 4minute

Roll deep- Hyuna

I- Taeyeon

Tresspass, hero, Who do you love- Monsta X

Doom dada- TOP

Holup!- Bobby

Cure- Taeyong

Swagger time- Map6

This and that- 5dolls

Chewy- D.Holic

She's mine- VAV

Hello- B.I.G

Starry night- mamamoo

Crown, Eternally- txt

palace- D-crunch

Electricity- 2pm

Eat you up- Boa

Stress come on!- Big Byung

[cupcakemolotov]

Twisted Intentions: Chapter Two

@accidental-rambler​ let us not go back and check how long this chapter has been coming, yeah? But I think its finally finished? Probably. We are ending it here, at least.

Everyone please be checking the tags on this one. It is a fairly more darker take than I usually do, these two crazy murder fiends, and there is smut. The first scene below has some murder to it, but nothing smutty. You can find both chapters on A03: Chapter One, Chapter Two.

Warnings: Alternate Universe - Regency; Alternate Universe - Pre-Canon; Possessive Klaus Mikaelson; Vampire Caroline; F/F Smut; M/F smut; Non-Klaroline Smut (referenced); Referenced Threesome F/F/M; Canon-Typical Violence; Not Canon Compliant; Dark Caroline Forbes; Past-Prostitution; Klaroline End Game; no non-con; Suggested Sexual Coercion; Vampire Klaus Mikaelson; Hybrid Klaus Mikaelson; Compulsion; Murder; Dark; Violence; Smut; Orgasm Delay/Denial; Oral Sex; Sex; Murder Kink; Biting; Blood Kink;  Mutual Masturbation  

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The pub was quiet so early in the evening, dust lingering the corners the same as the plague lingered on the street. It was not a place she would have willingly visited, but some summons could not be ignored. Casually, she ran her fingers over her lips to make sure she’d cleaned up any of the blood that might have lingered.

Today was her third day as a vampire, and tonight had been her first solo deliberate kill. Her sire had taught her how to compel a man, the taste of a rabbiting pulse against her tongue, the fastest way to a heart with her fingers, and she had taken well to the hunt. Caroline felt no shame in learning to enjoy what she had become, to embrace the choice that she had been given, that she had made.

Some monsters, after all, were not nearly so kind as to show their devil’s bargains with fangs and eyes, though she had learned to recognize them all the same. But while the life of a whore had taught her many things, this new existence had been illuminating. Caroline had learned to avoid the sun, begun to learn the language of the night outside of the stained sheets of her old bedroom, and not once had she gone hungry. Here in the midst of the plague, blood was as easy to steal as the streets made dying, and for the first time in her seventeen years, she felt strong. Powerful. The predator instead of prey, and it was a heady feeling after years of being powerless.

But dangerous. She could not forget the dangers of this new life. Dangerous that she had not yet fully come to recognize. While her sire was indulgent of his newest creations, she was not such a fool to take his pretty did not hide a terrible sort of lethal practicality. Those dimples masked a violence she had caught lingering in his eyes, and every instinct she had warned her that there was more to him than he wanted her to know. He was deliberately mysterious, and while he’d offered so few expectations for their behavior, showing them how best to indulge their sins, and Caroline wondered why.

Compulsion was no idle tool, and though it had opened the world to so many whims, greed was a risk she was not willing to indulge in. Not yet. Humans might easily be bent to her will, but she would do well to remember the lessons she’d learned and been taught in her handful of years. Avarice could leave her the fattened calf for others as easily she could take from those less wise. She was not the only creation her sire had made, and from his offhand comments, age seemed to make a difference in strength.

Better then, to teach herself control, to master every instinct and then indulge only when she controlled every aspect of the experience. She had no intention of letting the gift she had been given control her, not when she’d vowed never again would she have a master except herself.

Never again.

Though she would have to be careful.

Glancing towards the back of the room, she pursed her lips at the trio of men who unknowingly awaited her presence at a table. Caroline recognized two of them from her lessons, though her sire had not introduced her to them. She had not asked to know them, not when she understood how they watched her. Lustful, but stupid.

They thought themselves clever, and the new monster that lived in her bone and marrow that she knew in the back of her throat as hunger, did not approve of their ilk. They’d smelled weak. Eager. It wasn’t her place to judge her sire’s choices, but she’d been certain he’d picked up on her disapproval.

Chosen to be amused rather than offended.

Tonight, the blood that stained their clothing, the scent of sex and death that lingered on their skin did nothing endure her to them. Mixing those pleasures when you had so little control told her that her original assessment had been correct. Wrinkling her nose, Caroline wondered if leaving would be a mark against her.

She was not given the chance to find out.

Awareness and warning prickled down her spine, and Caroline turned to find her sire watching her from the doorway. His lips curled at the edges, a hint of dimple catching in one cheek, and he strode forward to meet her. “Good evening, love. I must say, your new life suits you.”

His eyes dropped from her face to skim her figure, the dimple deepening. Caroline gave the endearment little meaning, he dolled out charm too easily for it to be sincere. But even knowing some of his truth, the impact of him was unavoidable. Her sire was a feast for her eyes and the monster she had become did not find the violence of him unbecoming.

However, the compliment was sincere, so she allowed a smile to touch her lips. Her new dress was well made, but not so expensive to draw attention, but it was pretty and hers. It had been a very long time since she owned her own clothes.

“Thank you.”

His gaze swept back to her face as he approached and offered her his arm. She took it, because she would not be accused of not having manners, and he sighed, head angling as if letting her into his confidence. She took no stock in that either.

“It is a pity that the same cannot be said for the rest.”

Klaus, Caroline had learned, was as mercurial with his violence as he was with his mercy. He’d plucked her from the street as easily as he’d left others to die, had shown her the fastest way to a man’s heart with dimples and bloody clothes. Tonight, there was something in his voice, a hint of roughness that did not bode well for any of them and she had no intention of being a target for that rage.

“They seem to lack some... subtlety,” she agreed.

His smile shifted to a sort of dangerous amusement. “Let’s find out just how little they have exhibited, shall we?”

Very aware that this was not her choice, Caroline merely hummed in agreement and let him escort her to the table. Violence did not frighten her, but something about the way he moved, the pleasant tilt of his lips, was unnerving.

“Hello, lads. It seems that you have enjoyed yourselves.”

They went still in front of her, a court very aware of its king’s displeasure, for all that he was smiling. Lifting Caroline’s hand from his arm, he brushed her knuckles lightly with his lips. “Do make yourself comfortable, sweetheart.”

In the next heartbeat, he’d twisted and was suddenly holding a twitching heart in his left hand. Caroline paused from where she’d gathered her skirts to settle, her heart a thump in her throat at the ease, the speed of his strike. But it wasn’t exactly fear that danced beneath her skin, though wariness had her watching him carefully. Settling the heart casually on the table, he motioned for her to sit on the empty seat.

She sat.

Reaching into his pocket, Klaus removed a handkerchief and meticulously began to clean his hand. “It really is so much easier to deal with baby vampires when the sire bond exists, but I suppose you can’t win them all.” His smile widened at the sudden, sharp stink of fear. “I am a benevolent ruler, but there are some lines that will not be tolerated being crossed. Leaving bodies where they can be found by anyone, even during a plague, will not be allowed. Is that understood?”

Next to them, the body finally toppled to the floor, as if it had finally understood it was dead. Caroline stared at the heartless vampire, considered how quickly his life had been snuffed out, and she arranged her skirts to avoid the growing puddle of blood while wondering why she was here. She had not been so careless with her teeth or metaphorical cock.

Across from her, the remaining vampires stammered their understanding, but when her eyes returned to her sire’s face, it was to find him watching her. There was something about his expression, the set of his jaw, that left her very certain that this mess was much as a message for her as for them, and she worked through the whys. The point of this little warning. This show.

She had no care for these men, and she was certain, neither did her sire. Even with this warning, it was likely the remaining two vampires would be dead within the week. Klaus had never struck her as anything but calculating, even in his whims, and it dawned on her that perhaps that was his point.

Her sire wanted her to see just how easily he would snuff the life from his creations, should it be necessary. Should they make it necessary... Vampires were monsters, but they were hidden, tucked carefully between the shadows of the nights and humanity’s soft dreams of safety.

But if they did, he might offer a quick, clean death. That message was for these men. Her message was tangled in the quickness of the death, the way he had offered her his arm before leading her to this little slaughter. He might find her amusing, might be indulgent of her opinions, but she could not count on that indulgence to save her.

Caroline tipped her in silent acknowledgement of his message. Betrayal, she knew without it being said, would have far more dire consequences.

Link: A03

[island876]

[knifeshoeoreofight]

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

TW: Discussion of animal/human abuse, death, and slavery as it applies to the Russian serf/feudal system

Sidney’s memories of the ride home from the ball are hazy the next day, but he remembers enough to blush at the speculative look Zhenya gives him across the breakfast table the following day. Well, luncheon table, perhaps, as they both sleep until noon after such a late night. 

Sidney has never really been the type for liaisons. He’d had a few brief affairs with close friends at Oxford, but that was all it had been. Mutually agreeable, and a comfortable assurance at the time that come his wedding night, he would have at least some idea of what to do. 

He’s never really felt the urge for more than that. He’d admire a beautiful person without much desire to act upon that admiration in any way. No one sets fire to his blood like Zhenya does. 

He tries to read his correspondence but fails miserably. Zhenya is sitting right there, worrying that voluptuous lower lip of his between his teeth as he muddles through the book he’s currently reading. 

Sidney is getting a little lost pretending he isn’t watching Zhenyas’s big hands carefully turn the pages of his book, when McCann practically skids into the room. 

“Forgive me, your lordships, but Mr. Heinze said to alert you with all haste, we have an unexpected visitor, she--”

“Sidney Patrick Forbes-Crosby!” rings out a clear, familiar voice from the hall. 

“Oh no,” is all Sidney has time to say before, with an indignant rustle of silk skirts,  his sister sweeps into the room. 

***

Sidney was prepared for Taylor perhaps to be angry with him, but he is not prepared for the brittleness to her voice when, after she cordially greets Zhenya and lets him bow over her hand, she draws Sidney aside to speak to him. 

“Sid,” she says, and just looks at him, eye swimming with tears. “Why--” 

“Oh, Tay,” he says softly. “I’m sorry.” She lets him embrace her, but removes her gloves and whacks him with them when he releases her. 

“So. What is your excuse for marrying with only a letter to me after the fact?” she says. “Tristen and I were traveling and that delayed our receiving the letter even longer. What was so urgent, Sidney, that you--” She pauses again, to compose herself. 

“Evgeni’s life,” Sidney says simply, and she shakes her head. 

“How very like you, Sid,” she tells him. “Tell me everything?” 

“I’ll tell it with Evgeni,” he says, and they do.

***

After they’re through recounting the entire affair, Taylor looks at the both of them for a long time, evaluating. Her eyes linger on Zhenya, who fidgets a little under her gaze but meets it all the same. 

Taylor sighs. “Magistrate Bettman is a blackguard.If the both of you are happy, I’m happy as well.” It’s an olive branch, and Sidney is grateful for it. 

Zhenya looks a little shocked to have his well-being included, and Sidney reaches over to squeeze his hand where it lies on the arm of his chair. That’s just how his sister is. Her kindness runs deep.

“Now that that’s all been explained, I have some news of my own,” Taylor says, sitting up very straight in her chair. “You are to be an uncle. Well, both of you, I suppose.” 

“Taylor!” Sidney starts out of his chair. “Oh, Tay, truly?” When she nods, a brilliant smile taking over her face, Sidney sinks back down, and has to pass his hand over his tear-filled eyes. Zhenya settles a heavy hand on the back of his neck, squeezing gently. When Sid looks over at him, Zhenya smiles. 

“So good, Sid,” Zhenya says, and Sidney can only nod.

Taylor regards the two of them with an odd little smile, but something else occurs to Sidney before he has time to try and parse what is going through that head of hers. 

“Where the devil is Tristan? He left you to travel alone?”

Taylor waves her hand. “Don’t be difficult, Sidney. It’s very early days. And Tristan should be here tomorrow or thereabouts. He had some business to take care of and I insisted he do so. I’m not a porcelain doll. Tristan trusted me when I told him I was fine.”

Sidney grumbles a bit, and Zhenya gives him a fond look. 

“Let lady decide own life always,” he says, and Taylor laughs. 

“Exactly, I think I like you,” she declares, and Zhenya beams. 

“Now who is this?” she asks, and rises to lift Koshka from where she’d been sprawling luxuriously on the rug. 

“Sid’s baby,” Zhenya says with a grin, and Taylor snorts. 

“Seems I’m an auntie as well,” she teases, and although Sidney senses that his future is likely to contain a lot of Taylor and Zhenya joining forces to tease him, he cannot help but be ridiculously pleased about it.

***

They have a dinner party of their close friends in honor of Taylor and Tristan’s felicitous news. Zhenya seems more comfortable with everyone now. He compliments Catherine on her gown which results in an enthusiastic conversation about brocade that Sidney cannot quite follow.

Zhenya overhears Julie mention potentially investing in a particular shipping endeavor and stops her. He knows the waters and ships she speaks of, and knows the scheme is a swindle through and through, according to him. 

As she thanks him for the information Sidney help but smile proudly and perhaps too fondly across the table at his husband. 

Taylor elbows him and he turns to her. 

“I was really worried, you know,” she says softly, so they are not overhead. “I thought you had made the greatest mistake of your life. I’m so glad I was wrong. Anyone could see how much you love each other.” 

Sidney tries to reveal nothing, but there must be a flicker of what he feels in his eyes. Taylor could always read him better than anyone. 

“Sid?” 

Sidney looks at his hands. He’s twisting a linen napkin into a shapeless wad. 

“You’re half right, Tay. I love him.” 

Taylor looks stricken, then glances across the table. Zhenya is watching them, frowning a little. He tilts his head inquiringly, as if to ask if everything is alright. Sidney shakes his head, and smiles at him. Zhenya, partially mollified, turns back to Letang, with whom he’s comparing cuff styles. He keeps glancing across the table though, still a little concerned for Sidney’s wellbeing. It makes Sidney smile helplessly again, down at his plate so that no one sees. 

“Are you quite sure, brother?” Taylor asks him. “The way he--” 

“Please, Tay,” Sid begs her, and she mercifully keeps her peace. 

***

Spring, along with visitors, brings the annual horse fair to Truro. The horse fair is more apt to boast farm and cart horses- more finely bred animals are typically found by inquiring with wealthy gentlemen. Sidney has a feeling, though, that some hot-blooded, nervous Thoroughbred is not what would set Zhenya at ease. For, like it or not, he needs a horse of his own.

“You like Cole well enough,” Sidney cajoles, as Zhenya leans away from the inquiring nose of a massive Clydesdale.  

“Only him,” Zhenya retorts. 

He cannot be coaxed into more then cautiously patting a few promising animals on their flanks, staying far back as Sidney tries a few of them under saddle. There’s a nice chesnut gelding, but his action is jolting and he makes an unpleasant mount. Sid finds another draft cross like Cole, sturdy enough to carry a man of Zhenya’s height, but he lays his ears back and makes as if to bite Zhenya in the arm, and that is nearly enough to make Zhenya leave the premises altogether.

Sidney has almost given up when Zhenya stops head in his tracks, staring. Sidney follows his gaze and his heart sinks. 

There is almost nothing that makes Sidney angrier than a basely used horse, and the poor animal before them has seen the roughest of handling. It’s a big grey mare, with an ugly, course head and a ratty mane and tail all filthy knots. Her ribs stand out like a washboard and her hip bones jut cruelly. She has raw sores from ill-fitting tack  and she stands with her head hanging, as if her spirit has been completely crushed. 

“That is a travesty,” Sidney says, and starts a little when he looks at his husband to see how deep the fury is that burns in his eyes. 

“I-” he looks as if he is struggling to gather his words. When he does, he spits them through clenched teeth “I’m know how that feels.”

He gestures at the emaciated animal, and Sid feels his blood run cold. 

“We take her,” Zhenya says, and there’s iron in how he says it. Sidney shakes his head a little. It’s unwise in the extreme, but he can deny Zhenya nothing. And perhaps the poor thing can pass away in comfort at least, safe in their stables. 

They approach, and the disreputable scum at the other end of the mare’s lead tries to obsequiously engage them in conversation but Sidney holds up his hand. 

“Do not speak to me,” he says, and watches as Zhenya holds out his hand for the horse to sniff.She barely moves. This close, Sidney can see the lines of healed whip marks criss-crossing her back. 

Zhenya is murmuring to her in Russian, one hand supporting her head and the other gently stroking her from forehead to muzzle. She takes one tottering step forward and presses her forehead to Zhenya’s chest, then closes her eyes with a sigh. Zhenya presses a kiss to her forelock and looks up at Sidney with watery but flinty eyes. 

Sidney nods, and turns to the owner. “You should be in the stocks for this.” He hands him a few coins, and glares when the man makes as if to dispute the amount. “Out of my sight.” 

He turns back to Zhenya and says, gentle as he can, “She may not live, my dear.” 

Zhenya raises his chin stubbornly. “I did.” 

“Zhenya,” Sidney says, sick with the idea of his being, at any point in his life, so ill-used. He cannot help himself, he lays his hand along Zhenya’s beloved face. Zhenya looks solemnly back at him.

“We shall give her the best chance possible,” is all he can promise, and he lets a single stroke of his thumb along Zhenya’s cheek suffice for the gentle kiss he wants to press to Evgeni’s tremulous mouth. 

***

The mare is too weak to travel that day. Sidney proposes they take her to the stable of an inn he trusts, to get some good food and clean water inside her and to let her rest for the trip to Ydhyn Dhu. 

The ostler at the stables gapes at the scarecrow of an animal they deliver to him. Sidney hands him a generous handful of coins and explains.

“We visited the fair today, and my husband would not leave her to the tender mercies of the reprobate trying to sell her.”

“Oh aye,” the man says, nodding. “My eldest is just like that. Always takin’ in stray mongrels and hurt birds and wee squirrels what have fallen out o’ the nest.  A lassie with a soft heart, she is.”

Sidney watches Zhenya coax the mare into lipping at some wisps of hay, murmuring to her in Russian and running his free hand along her bony neck. 

“His heart, too. A good man,” he says. “The best.” 

“You’re a fortunate one, then, milord, if I may be so bold.” 

“I am,” Sidney tells the ostler. “I am.”

***

Sidney is not terribly surprised when Zhenya digs his heels in and doesn’t want to leave the horse behind to return home. 

Sidney does not brook any argument, but merely sets their carriage horses up in the stables as well, and sends word back home to expect their return in a day or two. 

“Sorry, Sid,” Zhenya tells him, abashed. He’s still fussing over the horse, overseeing the stableboy’s treatment of her sores and making another attempt to untangle the knots in her mane. 

“No trouble at all, my dear,” Sidney reassures. “We can get some shopping done and I can meet with our solicitor.” Sidney does not need to meet with his solicitor and there is nothing they presently need to buy, but he supposes he will think of something. 

At the very least he can order Evgeni more waistcoats. 

***

 Another problem presents itself when they speak with the innkeeper. When Sidney inquires into a set of rooms she wrings her apron in her hands and apologizes over and over that she only has the one singular room fine enough for “gentlefolk.” 

“Please, do not trouble yourself for a moment,” Sidney says, with an alarmed glance over her head at Zhenya. 

Zhenya rescues him with a charming smile for the innkeeper. “I hear man in stables say you have best saffron buns in Truro?” 

“Oh, well!” she says, fluttering and blushing as she tells Zhenya that they do their best, what with the price of saffron, keeping good old Cornish traditions is important, et cetera. Zhenya listens attentively, nodding and agreeing with her until her fit of nerves is quite subsided. 

“Thank you,” Sidney says as they climb the stairs. Zhenya makes a low, amused laugh that sends a shiver down Sidney’s back. 

“Poor Sid,” Zhenya teases. “Scare old ladies. Fancy lord, big inconvenience.” 

“Oh, come now,” Sidney protests, with a glance at the maid leading them to their room. But she merely deposits them at the door before curtseying and scurrying away. 

Sidney almost stops short in the doorway. The room is plainly furnished but clean, and the singular four poster bed it contains is on the small side. He swallows. In the hubbub of speaking to the innkeeper, he’d forgotten this would most likely be the case. 

“Will this be alright?” he asks Zhenya. Zhenya takes a long look at him. 

“Alright with you?” 

Sidney feels a flash of irritation. Why turn the question back around to himself? But he answers truthfully with, “If you don’t mind, I don’t mind.” 

Zhenya just shrugs, and Sid walks into the room with a sigh. It really can’t be helped. 

***

They eat supper at the little table and chairs in their room. Zhenya had looked tired around the eyes and Sid had decided to ask for food to be sent up to them instead of eating in the public dining room. The sitting area features a large diamond-paned window overlooking the street. Sidney sits back and watches a lamplighter ply his trade as dusk falls. He glances at Zhenya who looks lost in thought, and considers their kiss at the ball, and the subsequent lack of any and all overtures since. 

Sidney wonders sometimes if he embarrassed himself that night, too lovelorn and drunk to control himself. He wonders what will happen now, with the two of them sharing a bed for the first time since their wedding night. 

Zhenya, however, seems far away. He picks at his food, and joins Sidney in staring out the window as the town goes to sleep and the light dies in the west. 

“What is it?” Sidney asks, the “my love” he’d wanted to add lying tender and unspoken on his tongue. “Is it the mare? Are you worried?” 

Sidney watches their burry, disjointed reflections in the window glass, watches Evgeni’s shoulders rise and fall as he sighs deeply and leans back in his chair. 

“She’s remind me of a lot of things,” Evgeni says, but doesn’t explain. 

***

They undress for bed. Ordinarily Sidney might be beside himself at the sight of Zhenya only in his shirt and smallclothes, the breadth of his shoulders and the vulnerable nape of his neck as he bends to splash his face with water from the ewer on the dressing table. The way the lamplight makes soft shadows in the hollows of his neck and collarbone. The way Sidney wants to press his mouth there. 

He does, briefly, think about those things, but he also marks the continued distant expression on Zhenya’s face, and he wishes most of all he could take that look away. 

“My dear,” he says, and catches at Zhenya’s sleeve. “Can I do anything for you?”

Zhenya covers Sidney’s hand with his own, but does not look at him. He just tugs him towards the bed, and gets in, sitting up against the pillows, staring at his hands. 

Sidney moves about the room, blowing out all the candles save the one burning at the bedside. He pulls down the coverlet on his side of the bed and slides in. And then he waits, watching Zhenya’s face until he feels ready to speak. 

“Do you know what крепостной is?” he finally says. 

“Krepostnoi…” Sidney tries out the unfamiliar word. “No, I’ve never heard the term before.” 

“People who live on land. Belong to land. If land is sold, people sold also. They cannot leave. They have to work or they starve. Sometimes starve anyway. Man who owns land can do anything he want to them.” 

Sidney’s blood runs cold. “That sounds like slavery.” 

“Almost,” Zhenya says. “My family, we were крепостной.” 

He stares off into the dark of the room, and Sidney reaches over to take one of his hands in his own. He hadn’t liked how they looked, laying still and empty on Zhenya’s lap. 

“Winters so hard,” Zhenya says, voice rough. “My mama always give us food first. Always tell us she’s not hungry.” 

Sidney tightens his grip on Zhenya’s hand. Zhenya has never mentioned his mother before. 

“One year, harvest is bad, and snows are so deep after that. Many die. Mama get thinner and thinner and she cough more and more. I’m too small to notice she doesn’t eat, just give food to us. Then one morning, she doesn’t wake up.” 

Sidney makes a soft, involuntary sound and brings Zhenya’s hand to his lips to kiss it. 

Zhenya continues. “Father die when I’m baby. My brother try to take care of me after mama die, but he’s also young. Hard life makes people hard, too. He has to work in the fields, and when I’m big enough, I do too. I’m always angry, in here.” He bring a fist to the center of his chest. “So angry. But I’m small and I’m young and alone, so I can do nothing. Only kind person is village priest. He’s teach me to read, he’s tell me about other places. About the sea. And I’m think, no one can touch me there. Nothing but water and sky. I can go far, far away.”  

Sidney gently kisses Zhenya’s hand again, and Zhenya goes on. “One summer I’m grow and grow. I’m always short before, but I’m get tall very fast. I think the landowner was little bit scared of me. I’m get beaten a lot, maybe I’m talk back, or maybe not, he doesn’t care. Just want me to keep working and not make any trouble. One day, I’m watch him beat a man almost to death. I’m done. I run away that night.” 

Zhenya pauses again, and Sidney cannot do anything but stroke his thumb against Zhenya’s hand. 

“Best and worst thing I’m ever do. Worst, because I leave my brother. Best, because I am free.” He looks down at Sidney, finally. “She’s remind me of that time, the horse. They use us like that.” 

Sidney slides up on the bed, settling in close to Zhenya. He hesitates a moment, then rests his head on Zhenya’s shoulder. To his relief, Zhenya raises his arm to tuck Sidney under it. 

“We can look for your brother,” Sidney offers. “Perhaps try writing to the priest?” 

“We can?” Zhenya asks, voice small. “And if we find, we buy?” 

Sidney shivers in revulsion. “He’d have to be bought? That’s monstr— of course Zhenya. Of course. My god.” 

He turns his head, and kisses Zhenya’s chest, right over the heart, as it turns out. “I’m so glad,” he murmurs. “That you’re safe now. That you’re here.” He hesitates a moment, wondering if he’s going too far. But he feels scraped raw by Zhenya’s story and he is tired of pretending he feels less than he does. 

“Here, with me,” he adds. Zhenya’s heart beats faster underneath his ear. 

“Sid,” Zhenya whispers shakily, followed by a long, liquid fall of Russian, the deep burr of it impossibly sweet to Sid’s ears. 

“Люби́мая,” Zhenya croons, as he slides a hand into Sid’s hair. It’s a word Sidney recognizes. He thinks it might be a name, or a term of address. 

He wonders dizzily if this— if perhaps— but he feels Zhenya’s hands tremble a little and when he sighs it’s deep and exhausted, not amorous. 

“Come here,” Sidney tells him, and arranges the pillows, blankets, and Zhenya to his satisfaction. He curls up behind Zhenya, one arm over his waist, pulling his back into Sid’s chest. “Is this all right?”

He feels Zhenya relax into him, and thread this fingers through Sidney’s. “Thank you, люби́мая,” Zhenya says. 

“Sleep,” Sidney tells him. Then, a little nonsensically, “I have you, darling, right here.” 

Zhenya drops off to sleep in moments, it seems like. Sidney lies awake for a long, long time, Zhenya in his arms and his heart aching with hope, and with pain.

[eggbertcare]

Here's another picture of the Peach for everyone! I took this one yesterday too but forgot to post it with the other. Fun fact, Peach Pit loves gardening! Also, I'd like everyone to know that those sunglasses are Blythe glasses! They have shorter ear... thingies... than other doll glasses and they fit both babies and adult furbies nicely. Go forth! Into the sunlight! With your forbs!

[tvdwardrobe]

Worn by Caroline Forbes on the Vampire Diaries on season 1 episode 3

Victoria’s Secret baby doll lingerie

[magpiedminx]

From above :    PSA on Britney Spears and the #FreeBritney movement for anyone that needs or wants more information on what is going on with her. It’s a fucking rabbit hole, so buckle up. A little backstory first. Britney was a child star starting at the age of 4 years old on Broadway, and then worked her way to the Mickey Mouse Club, and eventually the solo career we know today. Her career has been on autopilot her entire life. If you look back at her music, she’s been telling everyone for years she’s too controlled and treated as a product if you listen to the lyrics of most of her hits. Examples include: Lucky, Overprotected, My Perogative, Circus, Piece of Me and Gimme More. Her music videos, social media posts, tour props and photoshoots regularly show her in a cage or in chains. If anyone has ever seen videos of her when she was younger, you’d know her REAL singing voice is very similar to Christina Aguilera’s. Her record label didn’t like it, as they were both on the Mickey Mouse Club and about to release their debut albums at the same time. So they had her voice retrained to sing in the baby voice we all know today because they believed it to be more iconic and would create a brand and career for her instead of her real voice. It’s unhealthy, and it’s been destroying her voice over the years, thus why she is known for lip syncing. She wanted to make an acoustic type pop album in 2006 titled Original Doll and reinvent herself using her real voice. The album was shelved and cancelled once her label realized she would be singing in her real voice. She isn’t allowed to sing live because she will either fail terribly, or she’ll have to sing in her deep voice that she isn’t known for. Her entire career she has been treated like a product meant to sell. Now, for the real tea. Everyone remembers the 2007 meltdown. Everyone. Leading up the meltdown Britney was going thru a public divorce, had two children under the age of 2 at the time and was VERY much the focus of the public. We all saw her on every magazine cover. We all also saw the photo of her with one of her kids on her lap while driving. Go on YouTube once and look up ‘Britney Spears paparazzi’. You’ll watch her be chased and followed by hundreds of them, even trying to get into a public restroom to photograph her, videotaping her in tears asking them to leave her alone, and even filming her thru the windows of an ambulance while she was naked being taken away for her final mental health hold. After the public meltdown, shaving her head, locking herself in her home with her children, speaking in a british accent on regular basis, wearing the imfamous pink wig everywhere, and shopping naked, she was hospitalized twice. After the hospitalization, her father petitioned the courts to be a TEMPORARY conservator to her until she was mentally stable and for only one years time. 2 months after her hospitalization she did a guest appearance on How I Met Your Mother. 6 months after her hospitalization, she drops the Womanizer video and starts to promote her new album Circus with its worldwide tour that grossed $131.8 million. If she’s so unwell, why did she start working right away? Her father after one year petitioned the courts for the conservatorship to become permanent due to her ALLEGEDLY having EARLY ONSET DEMENTIA in her TWENTIES. It passed and has been that way ever since. For 12 years to be exact. Now for everyone that doesn’t understand what that means let me break it down for you. Britney Spears is a now 38 year old woman who is not allowed to do the following without her fathers permission or he can legally lock her up in a mental health facility: • drive a car • vote • get married • have children • spend HER OWN MONEY • see how her money is being spent • see her children (she has 30% custody of both of her boys due to her dad assaulting one of her sons) • leave her home • hire her own lawyer • have any control over her career • speak about the conservatorship publicly • do interviews that aren’t scripted and all final cuts are approved by her father as well • use a cell phone without being monitored • use social media unmonitored • contact ANYONE without being monitored or having them extremely vetted. (Iggy Azalea allegedly had her house searched for drugs top to bottom when they collaborated on a song together) • go shopping • go for a walk • get Starbucks A conservatorship is meant for people with mental health issues or decaying health. Most likely grandparents or people with actual dementia etc. They are meant for people who literally cannot take care of themselves. If she is so unwell that she isn’t mentally capable of doing anything for herself, why is she still working? Since the conservatorship began 12 years ago she has: • released 4 albums • done 3 worldwide tours • did a FOUR-year Vegas residency • was a full time judge on X-Factor • released multiple perfumes and a lingerie line • made $138 MILLION DOLLARS or so A YEAR In January of last year, Britney was placed in a mental health facility for 3 months after being seen driving her car to In-N-Out with her boyfriend without permission and for refusing to take the sedating medications her father has doctors prescribing her to keep her under control. She testified to a judge in documents that she was held there against her will by her father. After it was leaked to the press that she was there against her will, the Free Britney movement picked up speed causing a judge to open an investigation into the impact and legality her conservatorship has on her life. Britney’s mother Lynn was also liking and commenting on Free Britney posts saying she agrees that Britney is trapped by her father. Britney’s team had Twitter disable the Free Britney hashtag, and regularly threatens any celebrity that speaks out using the hashtag with a lawsuit if they don’t remove their support for the movement. She was seen shortly after leaving a hotel thru the front door (99% of celebrities park underground to avoid paparazzi unless they WANT to be photographed) stumbling while carrying her shoes, and out of it. Her team used that moment to justify to the public that she needs this conservatorship. She is not allowed to have any say in the hiring or firing of anyone on her team. Every year she pays $1.1 million dollars in fees for the conservatorship to continue, including paying her father a solid $100k+ salary and paying a lawyer she isn’t allowed to choose. She is allowed an allowance of around $1,500 a week for bills, shopping and essentials. Her net worth is $250 million. So, when everyone sees her on Instagram walking up and down her hallways like it’s a fashion show. That’s all she is allowed to do. She has NEVER had control over her life. I don’t care if you personally like her or her music, NO ONE DESERVES THIS. All this woman wants is to see her children, make the music she wants to make, and go get a frappuccino in her car. She is a light of sunshine in this world, and we must protect her at all costs. So please, do not make fun of her, support the Free Britney movement, and send good vibes her way. She has a court date this month to review the conservatorship and decide if it is abusive or will continue to be in place. There are so many details to this that i left out that would make this post entirely much longer than it is, but a simple search will show you what else is out there. Spread this far and wide. ❤️ Free Britney Edited to add some important links! Here’s a google doc of info https://docs.google.com/document/d/17jeZV78SCwgQGsOkad0H0PA8jqjgRsxgSqD9f_f1yAk/edit Petition by Danny H: https://petitions.whitehouse.gov/petition/conservatorship-and-civil-liberties-britney-spears Screenshots of leaked emails, voicemails, and other helpful links: https://www.businessinsider.com/inside-britney-spears-conservatorship-freebritney-movement-2020-2 https://www.latimes.com/california/story/2019-09-17/britney-spears-conservatorship-free-britney https://www.forbes.com/sites/trialandheirs/2019/05/15/making-sense-of-the-britney-spears-conservatorship-and-freebritney/#5ce808c94b74 Jayden going on Instagram live reporting they were being abused by his grandfather: https://theblast.com/c/britney-spears-son-jayden-james-instagram-live-video-free-britney This is a news article from USA Today about her father’s child abuse allegations filed by Kevin Federline. He reportedly had an altercation with Sean in September 2019: https://www.google.com/amp/s/amp.usatoday.com/amp/2362531001 Source from the opposing view pointing to the success of her conservatorship and that fans are wrong, I think it's weird she has made no formal appearances to contest the conservatorship in court but she said (link above) we were not being told the truth and the media is being manipulated: https://www.usatoday.com/story/entertainment/celebrities/2019/10/24/britney-spears-why-does-she-still-need-conservator/2288009001/ There's a lot of money at stake to keep her in this situation. Just seems too convenient that she can't care for herself considering her net worth, and considering the fact her male counterparts of equal stardom with public mental health battles have never been under this much control. This is an issue and question of abuse in conservatorships at large. Unfortunately, the princess of Pop has somehow become the poster child of this type of crisis. While conservatorships can be beneficial when the best interest is at heart, we can't ignore the fact there are companies that profit enormously from people with disabilities by keeping them under extensive legal control. Are they providing the best care? If Britney has been too unwell to care for herself these past 12 years, why would she be made to work tirelessly? World tours? Vegas? X-factor? Her perfume line? Why not let her rest? Here's a good excerpt from Forbes, it's just not clear what is going on, but my initial gut thinks there is something that is not right. "In this case, Jamie Spears did not have legal authority to force Britney into treatment or to take psychiatric medications. But that doesn't mean that Britney's reported claim that she was held against her will is wrong. Rather, because Jamie has so much control over Britney's life through the conservatorship - including decisions like whether to get married, to perform or live in Las Vegas, or even if she can drive a car - he easily could have refused to grant consent for Britney to do any number of things unless she agreed to his request to enter the mental health treatment facility. In other words, Jamie could have indirectly forced her into treatment even if he could not explicitly sign her in against her will. But, even if Jamie Spears did so, he may have done it out of an earnest believe that Britney needed the treatment. TMZ previously reported that Britney was not doing well and her old course of medications stopped working, necessitating heightened treatment." Take what you will from this, but here are a few petitions to reinstate her rights in August is here - http://chng.it/CMfngqyMBj https://www.change.org/p/team-britney-freebritney

[pallabbose-blog]

World’s Top 20 Sexiest Models series- MIRANDA KERR

Miranda May Kerr (born 1983) is an Australian model. She rose to prominence in 2007 as one of the Victoria's Secret Angels. Kerr was the first Australian Victoria's Secret model and also represented the Australian department store chain David Jones. She has launched her own brand of organic skincare products, KORA Organics, and has written a self-help book.

Miranda Kerr began modelling in the fashion industry when she was 13, winning the 1997 Dolly magazine model search competition. Since 2008, Kerr has consistently ranked on the Forbes list of highest earning models.

At age 13, Kerr entered and won the 1997 annual Dolly magazine/Impulse model competition. She was flown to Sydney a week before her 14th birthday to shoot for the magazine. Upon Kerr's win, local media expressed "concerned outrage" at her young age. The controversy raised concerns about the glorification of young girls within the fashion, beauty, and entertainment industries.

Miranda Kerr signed to Chic Management's Sydney division. She received considerable commercial exposure after a series of beachwear ads predominantly for Australian surf chain Billabong, in which Kerr modelled surf brands Tigerlily, Roxy, Billabong Girls, and One Teaspoon. Kerr was also the brand ambassador of Australia's most recognised swimwear brand, Seafolly in 2001. This increased her profile in the Australian and Asian markets, after which Kerr relocated to New York where she became co-owner of the Bowery Ballroom.

In New York, Kerr had a multitude of runway appearances and then signed with NEXT Model Management in early 2004. From there, she was booked for runway and print campaigns for labels, including Alex Perry, Baby Phat, Lisa Ho, Voodoo Dolls, Levi's, Bettina Liano, Nicola Finetti, L.A.M.B., Heatherette, Betsey Johnson, Trelise Cooper, Jets, John Richmond, Blumarine Swimwear, Neiman Marcus, Seafolly Swimwear, Anna Molinari, Rock and Republic, Roberto Cavalli, and Ober Jeans. Kerr was also booked for print in magazines such as Elle, Australian Vogue and Harper's Bazaar, and was featured in Australian television advertisements for clothing and hair-removal products.

In early 2006, Kerr appeared on the TV show Project Runway, modelling clothes for contestant Daniel Vosovic's final collection. She signed a contract with cosmetics firm Maybelline New York. Along with several other Victoria's Secret and Next agency models, Kerr was also featured in a music video for the single "Number One" by artists Kanye West and Pharrell.

Following her success with Maybelline, Kerr became the first Australian model to be offered a contract with Victoria's Secret in 2007. Upon her acceptance, she became the first ever Australian Victoria's Secret Angel joining models Alessandra Ambrosio, Karolína Kurková, Adriana Lima, Selita Ebanks, Izabel Goulart, and Heidi Klum. Before becoming an Angel in 2007, Kerr was already picked to become the successor of Alessandra Ambrosio as the face of PINK in 2006. Kerr's popularity continued to increase as one of the globally recognised Angels when she appeared in the Victoria's Secret 2006 every year till 2009 televised runway shows, which aired on four continents.

In 2007, Kerr signed on as the face of Californian fashion retailer Arden B. After debuting in their spring and summer ad campaigns, Kerr returned for their fall 2007 campaign, shot by fashion photographer Diego Uchitel. Following her modeling success with Victoria's Secret, Kerr made a small guest appearance in the CBS sitcom How I Met Your Mother alongside fellow Angels Adriana Lima, Marisa Miller, Alessandra Ambrosio, Heidi Klum and Selita Ebanks.

In 2008, Kerr became the new face of the fragrance Clinique Happy and signed a six-figure deal to be the new face of Australian department store David Jones, replacing model Megan Gale. She also appeared on the cover of British Harper's Bazaar. Earning an estimated $3.5 million over the previous 12 months, Forbes placed Kerr at No. 10 on the list of the world's top-earning models.

In June 2009, Kerr posed naked, chained to a tree, for an issue of Rolling Stone Australia, to raise awareness for the endangered koalas. In August, Kerr released an inspirational self-esteem, self-help book, Treasure Yourself. Treasure Yourself is aimed at female teenagers. In October, Kerr launched her own brand of organic skincare products, KORA Organics, with George Moss and became the face for the company. She also shot a spring/summer ad campaign for XOXO. Kerr appeared in Forbes 2009 list of the world's highest-paid models, ranking at No. 9 with estimated earnings of $3 million. She left NEXT Model Management and signed with IMG Models. She then ended the year walking in the annual Victoria's Secret Fashion Show.

Kerr appeared in the 2010 Pirelli Calendar, photographed by Terry Richardson in Bahia, Brazil. Previously better known for her Victoria's Secret status rather than her high fashion work. She appeared on the Forbes 2010 list of the world's highest-paid models, ranking at No. 9 where she earned $4 million.

In January 2011, Kerr became the first pregnant model for Vogue when featured in Vogue Australia, being six months pregnant at the time of the shoot. In January 2012, she was named ambassador for Qantas. In March, Kerr walked for Chanel and Miu Miu at Fall/Winter Paris Fashion Week. She was featured on the June cover of Numéro Tokyo, shot by Nino Muñoz. In August, Kerr appeared on the cover of Vogue Turkey and in November, was named the new face of high street brand Mango, replacing Kate Moss for its spring/summer 2013 campaign. Kerr placed at No. 7 in Forbes 2012 list of the world's highest-paid models with earnings of $4 million

In 2013, Kerr headlined the April issue of Vogue Australia and the July issue of Vogue Korea. She was ranked No. 2 in Forbes 2013 list of the world's highest-paid models, with estimated earnings of $7.2 million, which is $3.2 million more and a jump of five places in the list from the previous year. In October, Kerr was named the face of Austrian crystal house Swarovski for their fall 2013 campaign, and that December she starred in social shopping website Shop Style's first national campaign.

In February 2014, Kerr became the face of Swedish clothing brand H&M. She then featured in high-profile campaigns for Reebok and Wonderbra. In March, Kerr opened and closed for Sonia Rykiel at Fall/Winter Paris Fashion Week Kerr modelled for the covers of the May issue of Vogue Taiwan and the July issue of Vogue Australia. She was among the 50 models on the September cover of Vogue Italia, celebrating the magazine's 50th anniversary. She was also prominently featured in the November, 15-year anniversary issue of Vogue Japan, shot by Mario Testino. Kerr ranked No. 3 on the 2014 Forbes list of highest earning models, earning an estimated $7 million.

Kerr was the cover model for the February 2015 issue of American Harper's Bazaar, shot by Richardson. She also covered the March issue of Australian Harper's Bazaar, shot by Kai Z Feng. Kerr ranked No. 6 on the 2015 Forbes list of highest earning models, earning an estimated $6.5 million. She then appeared on the December cover of Vogue Thailand.

Kerr began 2016 fronting Riccardo Tisci's Spring/Summer campaign for Givenchy, alongside models including Joan Smalls, Natalia Vodianova and fellow Australian, Gemma Ward. Her January/February cover for Australian Harper's Bazaar sparked controversy, depicting a nude Kerr under the cover line "What Lies Beneath." The cover was later pulled from the national supermarket chain, Coles. She also featured on international covers of Elle, Harper's Bazaar, Madame Figaro and L'Officiel. Kerr ranked No. 10 on the 2016 Forbes list of highest paid models, earning an estimated $6 million.

Miranda Kerr has frequently been said to be one of the sexiest women in the world. Models.com ranks her number 4 on the Top 20 sexiest models. She has been ranked in FHM's '100 Sexiest Women' poll at No. 56 in 2009, No. 36 in 2010, No. 44 in 2011, No. 51 in 2012, No. 56 in 2013 and No. 48 in 2014. Kerr was named one of the "100 Hottest Women of All-Time" by Men's Health beating the likes of Audrey Hepburn, Grace Kelly and Sophia Loren. 

Kerr's model trademark is her dimples. Celebrity photographer Russell James stated.

Blog written by PALLAB BOSE. He is a Career Coach, Motivational Speaker, Soft Skills Trainer, Show Director & Show Anchor, Content Writer, Blogger, Vlogger, Podcaster. He regularly writes articles and blogs on Soft skills, Motivation, Careers, Fashion, Beauty & Lifestyle, Movies, Travel, Tourism, Art & Culture etc.

[lifeofbouyd]

I Regret

Dear Bouyd,

Life ain’t always what it seems and I learnt that the hard way.

I left college in 2008 and headed straight into hotel industry with intentions of making something of life. I started out as bar manager and that’s where I made my name. In less than 2 tears I became the operations manager; overseeing the entire hotel and it’s associated properties close by. My life was looking fruitful and my bank account was on steady green. I was living the life I had always dreamt about; only issue was I still didn’t have me a Tom Cruise for a boyfriend. I had only had sex 3 times in my life and that was with 1 man. So I for a 26 year old I was still brand new. Throughout high school I didn’t see the need a boyfriend so I didn’t lose my virginity until my third year in college. A painful but memorable encounter. I started dating a Canadian guy who was a guest for a week at the resort. He was different in every way from your day to day guy. He dressed nicely, he smelled amazing and his voice had a melting tone. He operated his own business back in Canada and owned several properties. He was quite the business man. He was back within 3 months as we couldn’t wait to get under each other’s skin; we fucked in the moment he landed. His dick game was on point; deep strokes, sucking on my nipples, squeezing my ass and making me cum. We were like animals. It was the longest three days of my life. I wish he didn’t have to go back.for days I could feel him inside me; it felt as if he left a number on me.

I fell deep in love with this man and felt like I should spend the rest of my life with him. I wanted to be his last. I tried everything to make it work and eventually he saw my efforts. He invited me to come work and live with him which would result in us spending more time together. I thought about it hard and deep. This meant leaving my job, my family and my friends. I really loved my Job but I loved him even more so it was an easy decision for me to make. I booked my ticket and quit my job; heading into a new world for a new life. I spent my first 2 weeks in a hotel, he wanted me to experience luxurious Canadian lifestyle at its best. It made the r sorts back home look like villas. I applied for a job during my stay and started working a few days after my stay ended. I got along so well with everyone that within just 3 months I landed an acting site manager position.

Boss: Racquel, we’re gonna have a celebration dinner this weekend, bring someone.

It was the most well decorated event I’d ever been to. I could hardly speak when they called me up to congratulate me on my promotion. It all happened so fast I couldn’t find the words to express myself. Thinking that night couldn’t get any better, the music stopped. I saw him with the mike in his hand.

Joe: Racquel, I’ve got something to tell you.

I was shocked as I thought this was gonna turn out bad. A slow song started to play while he walked towards me. The lights were now focused on me as everyone turned to see what was going on. You make me happy, the happiest man there is and I want to wake up to that every morning. (Heart pounding) I wanna be everything that you need and I promise if you give me the chance I’ll prove that to you everyday. He went on his knees 🤭 Will you marry me?

For a second or two I was lost. I didn’t know how to answer. I’ve dreamt of saying yes so many times and so many ways but he caught me off guard. My proposal and my promotion in the same week. That’s like lightening striking the same place twice.

Joe: Racquel, will you marry me.

Me: Yes 😍 I’ll marry you, Again and again.

By the time he could slip the ring in my finger I had already jumped on him. Sucking on his lips as if I hadn’t seen him in years. Happy and horny we rushed home to fuck like animals. I was soaking wet long before I got out the car as I stroked his dick all the way home. As soon as I closed the door he grabbed me from behind, braced me against the wall and drilled my life out. Life was good. I was living the life of my dreams with the perfect man. We decided we’d get married within 5 months so I made preparations for my sister and my mom to come see me off. They landed 2 weeks before the wedding which gave us more than enough time to find the perfect dress. It was the first time in a few years we were so close and to be honest I really missed that.

I remember arriving at my wedding an hour late due to changing my makeup several times. I wanted it to be perfect, like a doll. I walked in to a thousand eyes staring at me and the man of my dreams on the alter crying like a baby. That’s the first time I saw him all dressed up. Gucci suite and red rolie was his motto. He looked like those millionaires on Forbes Magazine; young, rich and handsome. He looked me deep in the eyes and said his vows as if he wanted to touch my soul with his words. He promised he’d never cheat on me and he’d always treat me like a queen. He said we’d have the perfect life. An iced out 24k ring and a brand new car is what he gave me for my wedding present. I couldn’t stop looking at the ring, it reflected a rainbow across the alter when the sunlight hit the diamonds on top. The perfect wedding is what my mom called it. Even today it seems just like yesterday. I thought after a wedding like that my life would be perfect, I thought I’d have it all, I thought this was as good as life gets but I guess it was too good to be true. After a year of marriage I realized he started hiding stuff, he wasn’t the husband he used to be. I knew for a fact I wasn’t doing anything wrong because I fucked him twice before bed each night and before work in the morning. I asked him several times if everything was ok and he said he was so I figured he was going through a phase.

I had my sister come stay with me to go to college which turned out to be a big fucking mistake. I wanted to help her to get an education so she could get a better life but she had a different prize in mind. A friend told me she and my husband were going out but I didn’t believe. I trusted my sister and my heartbeat of a husband. I noticed some nights I’d wake up and he wouldn’t be in bed; but knowing him I thought he was in his office doing some work as always. One night I got curious and felt exotic. I wanted to go ride his dick in his office chair and have him water my baby’s head as u was 3 months pregnant. I stripped naked and walked slowly to the office but he wasn’t there. I checked the living room, the kitchen, the bathroom and 2 other rooms but he was no where to be found. I thought I’d go ask my sis if she saw him but what I saw I wish I had stay in bed and fingered myself ti sleep. I pushed my sister’s door open to see her sitting into my husband’s face while she sucks his dick. Wow 😮. I was beyond shock; my body was numb, my voice was gone. I shouted so many times but the words never came out. I stood there frozen watching him drink her dry. He had never sucked my pussy!!! Hey What the fuck is he doing, how can my sister do this to me, what did I ever do wrong? Tears flowed down my cheeks while anger ran through my veins. I wanted to kill them both but I couldn’t move. I had gotten a stroke. I watched them fuck like we used to until I blocked out.

I woke up 2 days later on a hospital bed to a doctor looking at me as if I had just risen from the dead.

Doctor: Welcome back to us. No sudden movements, you suffered a stroke and you are lucky to be alive. I’ll call your family to let them know you’re awake.

I fell asleep again shortly after. When I woke up I saw my husband sitting on a chair across from me, he had fallen asleep. I laid there looking at him and thought of all the ways I’d kill him but I could hardly move. He acted like nothing happened and when my sister got there she did the same. They acted as if they were strangers to each other. It made me question if I really saw them or if I was imagining things. I couldn’t stop thinking of them fucking each night while I was in the hospital. I had then on repeat and there was no stop button. To think I was sucking my sister’s pussy out my husband’s mouth got me so fucking angry I prayed they would die. He’s never given me heads, neither had I given him. I was a basic girl living a basic life in a new world. I had only seen oral sex in movies or on the net, there was no fine print on my marriage license that said oral sex was a must do. If he had asked I would have tried 🤦‍♂️. I couldn’t wait to get out that retched hospital and go home to my comfy bed. My friend came and got me the day I got released, I didn’t want either of them at home to come get me because I hated their guts. I came home to an empty house that afternoon as he didn’t leave work until 6 in the evenings and she’d normally have classes until 8. I made me a sandwich and decided to get some sleep until they get home. The noise in the house is what woke me up. They were in the living room playing like children. They had nothing on but their underwear; he was chasing her across the living room saying “I’m gonna punish you when I hold you”. Right then I realized my mind wasn’t playing tricks on me. My husband and my sister were having an affair. She finally stopped running and he held her in the couch and slipped her pantries off. She pulled his head like a gear stick all the way to her crotch. He caressed her pussy with his mouth like he was eating ice cream. And to think he was a decent guy 🤦‍♂️. My heart melted in my chest like butter in a hot frying pan. I shot them both dead and left them bleeding out on the floor. I caught the house and the vehicles on fire and watched it burned to the ground. At least that’s what I wanted to do but I just stood there watching them. By the time they realized I was watching I had already seen all I wanted to see or all that I didn’t want to see.

Joe: Honey I can explain, it’s not what it looks like.

Me: So you were not fucking my duster just now?

Joe: Actually she was riding me.

Me: 😳 wtf. I now think I married a fool because you think that makes it any different.

My sister sat on the sofa crying as if she expected me to feel sorry for her fucking my husband. They talked and talked but all I heard was rubbish. I didn’t even cry that day, I was too hurt to connect to my emotions. I slept in the beach house for about 2 months before moving out for good. I got myself an apartment in Ontario and left them both behind. I hadn’t seen or spoken to him until the baby was born. He came to sign his name on the baby’s papers. He kept crying and asking me to come home but I had outgrown my love him. I had and still have nothing but hate for him. I wanted to cut his dick off and feed it to him. I wanted to kill my sister for betraying me. I had achieved the life I had always wanted and she just came in and took it away. She reaped the seed that I had sewn and for that I’ll never forgive her. I’ve recently moved back to Jamaica for good and since I’ve been here I became a full fledge lesbian. I’ll never give another man a chance to hurt me the way he did. I’ve created a better life for me and my son here, my own businesses, a nice house and a few cars. I won’t say sometimes I don’t miss him because I really do but fuck him and fuck her too.

This is a lesson learnt. As they always say, “sorry fi maga dog him tun round bite yuh”. I learnt that the hard way and since then I don’t even trust my shadow anymore. My advise to everyone reading this is; be careful of the people you try to give a helping hand in life, it might just come to haunt you later. And the people closest to you are normally the ones to fuck you over fastest. I’ve always heard people say that but now I can really attest to it. But I’ll also say; love is rare and if you think you’ve found it don’t ever give up on it. Not every marriage will end up like mine. There are good people out there.

Yours Truly ,

Racquel