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jimlingss · 5 years ago

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The Art of Benefits

➜ Words: 9.8k

➜ Genres: 50% Fluff, 50% Smut, FWB!AU

➜ Summary: There's only one aspect of your life that's missing: sex. But you know yourself. You catch feelings as quickly as you catch colds. But when your friend arranges a meeting with a certain Park Jimin, you'll become inclined to learn the craft of detachment, aka. the art of benefits.

➜ Warning: sex, sexual discussions, toys, sucking dick, period sex, etc.

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[2nd Year Fall Semester] Life as a sophomore wasn’t shabby. Assignments, papers and midterms came and went with decent grades that you eventually forgot about. Lectures, club meetings, and studying took most of your time too. But Christmas was arriving and that meant it was sweater weather. It also meant that snow was dusting from the sky and you were watching couples cozying up and keeping each other warm from across the dining center. It was unfair really. You were cold too. In fact, most of the time you happen to be cold. And while relationships were too much of a time commitment for you to take on, you deserved a cuddle buddy just as much as the next person. Or a fuck buddy. Either works really. You’ve never been opposed to a friends with benefits relationship. The only problem is, it would never work for you. But if you somehow learnt to detach your emotions, it could be the most efficient thing yet. After all, good sex with another warm body was the only aspect in your life that you were missing. “I mean it’s possible. A lot of people start friends with benefits relationships on campus,” Wendy says as she stuffs her face with her sub sandwich and muses mid-chew, “There’s actually a lot of candidates to choose from.” You’re exasperated at her nonchalance. As if it’s as easy as going to the supermarket and picking someone up. “Who?!” You need someone who would be on the same page as you, with the same priorities, a good sex partner who wouldn’t catch feelings either. But frankly, you don’t know that many people. “Well, what about that guy from your class that you were crushing on? Didn’t you say he was super smart? Might help you on your assignments too.” “Namjoon?” You shake your head. “He’s got a girlfriend.” “Okay. What about that older guy in your board games club?” “No. Seokjin’s graduating next semester.” Wendy hums, eyes flickering around the dining hall center as she contemplates. “How about Yoongi? From what you’ve told me, he seems pretty cool.” You loll your head to one side and stab your sweet and sour chicken. “I’m not going to sleep with someone from work. That sounds like a disaster waiting.” “Jungkook?” “That’s weird. We went to the same elementary school together.” You can still remember his bowl cut hair as clear as day, and not to mention, the two of you share a group of friends. If things go downhill, it would be a complete mess. The epitome of inefficiency. Which is counterproductive to your goal. “Taehyung?” At this point, Wendy’s just listing out random people that you know, but you play along just for amusement. “Nah. Yena has a crush on him.” She takes another clean bite of her sandwich. “What about that guy that works at that McDonalds that you find cute. What’s his name? Hugo? Howard?” “Hoseok,” you correct with a feigned glare that makes her smile. “And that’s a big fat no. He doesn’t even know I exist. What am I supposed to do? Waltz up to him and ask to be fuck buddies?” She grins. “Well, I mean—” “It wouldn’t work,” you deadpan before she laughs and in turn, makes you giggle too. The chatter of the room settles in your ears as background noise. You gaze out the window to the sparkling snow piles that reflect the lampposts soft, white light. The sun has long fallen even though it’s only six p.m. The low lights peeking through the somber clouds covering the horizon does little. You dread the thought of having to venture out into the cold and catch the bus home. You don’t notice how Wendy’s looking at you while she sips on her water. Not until she hums. “You know what? I know someone I could hook you up with.” Your brow cocks and the corner of your mouth twitches. “Is he a fuckboy?” Your long time friend shrugs with a glint in her eyes that makes you unsure if she’s serious or not. Wendy once joked that she had a boyfriend from Northern Canada and convinced you hard enough that you legitimately believed her for a good month. So you can never be quite certain when it comes to her. For all you know, she could just be making it up to entertain you. “Sort of, but he’s a nice one.” Wendy stays vague. “He was my lab partner.” You stare at her and when her expression remains blank, you scoff. “Sure, sure,” you draw out the syllables with a small laugh and bat the air with your hand just to end the conversation. And when it’s never discussed again, Wendy moving on to tell you a story about something she suddenly remembers, you’d one day come to realize that was a terrible, terrible mistake. // That one day is now. 3:50pm. Wendy: hey i set up a meeting what that guy 3:50pm. Wendy: third floor library 3:50pm. Wendy: he’s in a red hat btw The text comes right when you’re leaving your last lecture of the day. 3:51pm. Y/N: what guy 3:53pm. Wendy: your future fwb 3:53pm. Y/N: ?????????????????????????????????/ 3:53pm. Y/N: ???????????????? 3:54pm. Y/N: wtf i wasn’t SERIOUS 3:54pm. Wendy: wat 3:54pm. Y/N: I THOUGHT YOU WERE JOKING 3:56pm. Wendy: lmao too late 3:56pm. Wendy: at least meet him he’s waiting sis 3:54pm. Y/N: can’t you cancel????????? 3:57pm. Wendy: n a h You nearly burst an artery in your temple at the emojis and memes she spams to you. 3:59pm. Wendy: I already told him the gist btw 4:00pm. Wendy: don’t chicken out With no other choice, you make a u-turn and head towards the library with too many thoughts swirling inside your brain. Chances are this stranger is going to see you, think you’re ugly as shit and try to back out of it. It’s going to be awkward as all hell and you’re not sure you’re ready to have this traumatizing memory for the rest of your life. Then again, you wonder how Wendy even convinced this dude to meet up. If he’s really that easy going. If this is a typical thing people do now. Or maybe Wendy showed a picture of you on your insta and he agreed afterwards — it wouldn’t be the first time she did that, much to your embarrassment. But you hope it’s the latter case. At least that eliminates the possibility of him trying to backpedal his way out of it after seeing your face. You also wonder how the hell you’re going to find him. The library is full of students, the rowdy ones and the studious ones being disturbed by them. You wonder what he looks like, what he’ll be like. Third floor. Male. Red hat. You arrive at the appropriate floor and begin scanning the premise, walking around as your eyes sweep the area. Almost immediately you catch a brunette hunched over and on his phone by the table. He’s wearing a red cap on backwards, purple tee shirt. He has a frat boy aesthetic. Not really the type you go for. Looking over him, you round the computers, bookshelves and tables. But finding no one else with a red hat on the third floor, you sharply inhale and approach the boy with his fluffy cheek rested in his hand, arm propped up on the table lazily. Scrolling through his phone. “Excuse me.” Your voice is light and hesitant as if you were asking help from someone at the front desk and not seeing if this was a potential fuck buddy. It’s mortifying to say the least. His head lifts, brown eyes catching the lights. You clear your throat. “Wendy…” “Oh. You’re her, right?” He smiles and thankfully, doesn’t seem to be disappointed. “Wendy’s friend?” “Yeah. I’m Y/N.” “Jimin.” Now that you get a closer look, he’s kind of cute. But you don’t dwell. Or look him in the eye. It feels like a job interview. But worse. “You were Wendy’s lab partner?” “That’s me.” He pockets his phone. “I’m a kines major. You?” “I’m in the arts faculty. Political science.” “Cool, cool.” Jimin nods and then gets to business without any shame, “So Wendy already told me about it. You’re looking to have a friends with benefits relationship?” “Yeah….about that….” “I’m down if you are.” His hand opens up, gesturing to you. You’re not sure how you feel about how laid-back he is, but he remains upfront which you suppose is the right thing to do. “I have a dorm room in the Sierra building by the engineering faculty building if you know where that is.” “I’ve walked past it before.” “Cool. Anyway, my last f.w.b. ended two months ago and I kind of miss it,” he quickly clarifies, “The sex, I mean.” You’re speechless and contemplating if you really want to do this. You know if it works out, it’ll be fairly efficient. You’ve always gotten off by yourself and while it works, it’s not something you’d call completely satisfying. Having someone’s help— good help — is a change you’ve been considering. But a friends with benefits situation has always been one of those ‘what if’ scenarios. You've just never had an opportunity like this to make it actually happen. Jimin senses your hesitance and leans forward. He lowers his volume. “Are you a virgin? Cause I’m cool with—” You scoff. “No. I’m not. I just...haven’t done something like this before.” “Friends with benefits?” His question is answered by your body language. “It’s not bad. Safer than one night stands and more consistent too. You don’t have to go out and find someone every time you want to have sex. And it’s a low level commitment.” The corner of your mouth pulls and you agree. “It’s efficient. But...I need time to think about it.” “Sure. Tell me when you make up your mind. I’ll give you my number.” He opens his hand again and you pass him your phone. He quickly types it in. “Take your time.” // And you do. You weigh the pros and cons against each other, considering every possibility and all the consequences. Part of you wants to just go for it. The same part that once decided in high school at midnight that bangs would be a hot look on you. (It wasn’t). The part of you that dyed your hair blue that one summer on a whim. The part that doesn’t want to think and wants to jump head first into things. Jimin made a lot of good pointers too and you’re certain this would be a good outlet. An experience. It helps that he’s quite attractive too and seems to be trustworthy and rational. Yet, part of you wonders if it would be a bad decision. There’s a chance that you might catch feelings. For you, it wouldn’t be unheard of either. You have a tendency to catch feelings as fast as you catch colds. And you already know that’s the demise of these kinds of relationships. Once a party gets involved too deep, it’s game over. There’s nothing but heartbreak. The only way it would work is if you minimize your interactions with him. The less attached you are, the less likely you are to develop feelings for him since the only way you would like anyone is if you knew them. So the less you know, the better the outcome. It’s an equation. It’s the art of the benefits. And if that works, if you master the art, it would solve every potential issue. The dorms for sophomores are bigger than the ones for first year freshmen. Instead of a single room with two beds on either side by the walls, there are private bedrooms with just a shared bathroom, a main living space and kitchen. “Bathrooms are over here,” Jimin gestures. There’s one room at the end of the hall and another one beside his. “Both my roommates are out, so you don’t have to worry. They’re pretty nice.” You feel awkward lingering at the entryway with your backpack on. You clear your throat. “Can I get a drink?” “Oh yeah. There’s new water bottles by the sink, I think, and there’s orange juice in the fridge if you’d like.” “No, I mean, do you have anything alcoholic?” you correct and he blinks at you owlishly before smiling. You drop your bag and find it in the fridge, a whole vodka bottle. You fill a shot up with a glass on the drying rack. The clear liquid burns as it travels to the back of your throat. The bitter taste nearly makes you gag, but you feel your face warm and you ease even more, knowing it works. In the meanwhile, Jimin studies you, standing from across the kitchen island. His hands are casually dug into the pockets of his gray sweats. “We won’t have to follow through with this, you know. I’m fine either way.” “No,” you quickly refute, irrationally afraid he’s changed his mind. And the words spill out of you as you cringe, “I’m horny as shit, I’mjustnervous.” The guy smiles, eyes slightly crinkled when he does so. “Of what?” “A lot of things.” You don’t pour a second shot even though you kind of want to. But you have things to do tomorrow, so you can’t nurse a hangover and you most certainly don’t want to be drunk while doing this. “If you didn’t notice, I don’t do this often.” While you’re at it, you tell him, “I don’t know how to suck dick.” He leans against the counter, grinning. “Okay. I don’t mind.” “Also, if you haven’t noticed either, my ass is kind of deflated.” Jimin shrugs. “I’m more of a boob man anyway.” You narrow your eyes, not sure if he’s lying or trying to make you feel better. But there’s no time to dwell when he seriously asks— “Do you still want to do this?” It takes a second for you to muster your courage. And once you do, you know you won’t back down. “All right. Let’s do this!” You walk into his room like you’re about to go fight off a monster. Behind you, Jimin grins and it takes a good moment for him to calm you down. “Are you okay with kissing?” he asks, door shut and distance closed. He’s intimately close and you nod. Finally, your brain stops overthinking and you let yourself feel. Jimin’s lips are full and plush, and they’re good against yours. The soft smacking fills his room. The two of you kiss until your lips part and he begins to lick into your mouth, tongue entering without much hesitation. You fall back onto the mattress, noticing that the bed’s been made sloppily, but better than your own. The pair of you keep kissing and he hovers over you, capturing you against the sheets. Pathetically enough, you already begin to feel your center throbbing and it’s a relief when you both get rid of your clothes. He doesn’t talk much — doesn’t give much commentary or even dirty talk. But you don’t mind. All you’re offering after all is soft sighs and quiet moans. Jimin squeezes your breasts and fingers you for a good minute. He’s surprised to see how wet you are, even letting out an ‘oh shit’, but you make no efforts to come up with an excuse. The stretch feels good from his thick fingers, but you bet it’ll feel good around his girthy cock too. He goes to grab a condom from his drawer, but pauses. “Do...you want me to eat you out?” “I’m good,” you politely decline, afraid it might be too intimate. You’re not sure where the lines are drawn, but it’s something you’ll have to gauge while you go. “Do you want me to suck your dick? You might have to teach me though.” The corner of his mouth tugs. “I’m good too.” As Jimin rips open the condom package, you turn yourself around and get onto all fours. He doesn’t protest and when he enters you, it feels good enough for you to fall forward into the pillows. His cock is of average size, but he’s girthy and your cunt stretches to accommodate him. He groans in his throat when you clench — and the sound gets you off, making you squeeze again. Jimin pounds into you, his pelvis hitting the meat of your ass, cock drawing in and out against your tight, warm walls. You do your best to meet his thrusts halfway, jerking your hips back and you stifle your moans with your teeth sunk into your bottom lip. The sloppy sounds of slapping and the creaking of his bed makes you glad his roommates are gone. And while the sex is not mind-blowing per se, it’s still good. Enough that you climax once he rubs your clit several times and he unloads into the condom too. It’s easier than you thought it would be. Not a big deal whatsoever. It took ten minutes in total and it felt good. It’s just sex — and that’s exactly it. Just sex. The very lesson of the art of benefits. You pick up your clothes off the floor, slipping them back on. “I gotta get going.” There’s no snuggling, no cuddling, no pillow talks. And it doesn’t seem like he minds whatsoever. “‘Kay.” Jimin picks up his phone off his bedside table to check his texts and waves goodbye without even looking at you. You leave, walking yourself out and humming as you stride down the hall. You’re glad you went through with it.

[2nd Year Winter Semester] You run there with your sandwich stuffed in your cheek. By the time Jimin opens the door, you’re still chewing while panting. It’s a comical sight by the way he smiles at you. You’re already winded before anything’s started. “I hadn’t eaten yet and I needed to get my blood sugar up.” Jimin’s lips are quirked. “We can always eat beforehand, you know. There’s food in the fridge.” “Nah, I’m good.” Having meals with your friends with benefits is the last thing on your mind. He shrugs. “Suit yourself.” You use his bathroom, releasing your bladder and rinsing your mouth thoroughly. You know yourself and you’re not a novice on how these relationships work. The less interaction and knowledge you have about him, the more you can keep your distance. “G-God,” he exhales shakingly, hand fisted in your hair. “You’re getting b-better at this….” Jimin watches through heavy lids as you’re slobbering over his cock. He tries his best to watch, but when you run your tongue over the weeping slit at the bulborous head, his eyes shut and his head naturally knocks back. You’ve gotten better at a lot of things in the few months that have passed, namely sucking dick, but your jaw aches and you wonder when he’s going to cum. It’s worth it though. You might be the one kneeling in front of him, but you feel powerful. It’s too easy to make him crumble. To make him moan like that. It makes you wet to hear him and knowing you could bite off his dick or make him lose a load, the sheer power eggs you on. Like you were taught, you inhale, ease your muscles and take Jimin as far as you can. He chokes as his cock hits the back of your throat. Your gag reflexes threaten your endeavour but you keep them at bay and Jimin’s hand in your hair tightens. Especially when you swallow. “Fuck. I-I’m going to cum.” Thank god. Finally! Usually, you let off so he can cum elsewhere (god forbid in your hair) or if he accidentally does it in your mouth, you spit it out on tissue. But this time, you made a commitment to yourself. You came here with a goal. So you inhale again and deep throat him, sucking as much as you can. With his curly pubic hair grazing your nose, Jimin cums. His groans staccato. His cock twitches. And you swallow the bitter, white fluid that comes out in ribbons. After a few seconds, you finally withdraw. Jimin opens his eyes, staring at you in wonderment. There are strands of saliva from between his softened cock to your lips and you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. “Not gonna lie.” You clear your throat and swallow down the remaining taste. “That’s really nasty.” Jimin bursts out laughing. “Thanks.” “It’s the least I can do.” You stand up, shaking your left leg awake. It feels like pins and needles when you step around. “I’ve sat on your face like twice already.” You toss Jimin his pants off the ground and you get your cardigan back on. “You wanna come over on Friday?” “Uh…” You grab your phone from your jacket that’s also been discarded and check your calendar. “Sorry. Can’t. I’m busy on that day.” His brows raise, but he doesn’t question it. “How about Saturday?” you offer. “No. I have a kines exam scheduled.” Your face twists in disgust. “On a Saturday?” “Yep. I know. It sucks.” You sympathize, but you’re also surprised. “I didn’t know you were a kines major.” “What? I thought I told you.” “Guess I forgot.” You put yourself back together and a thought strikes you. Your eyes light up and you turn to your friend with glittering eyes. “Does that mean you can crack bones? I’ve always wanted to go to a chiropractor since my lower back always hurts. You should crack it for me.” Jimin grins. “Sorry, I don’t know how to do that. They don’t really teach you that kind of stuff.” “Oh.” Your eyes dim and you don’t try to hide your disappointment. You almost thought you could get a little more out of him, but you suppose decent sex is enough. As you grab your bag, you notice that his phone lights up. “You got a text from Victoria.” “Thanks.” He reaches over, but the curious expression on your face must be visible, since he says, “Don’t worry. She’s not my girlfriend or anything. She’s just someone I’m kind of into.” “Nice!” The corner of Jimin’s mouth quirks at your genuinely excited response even though he never looks away from the screen. You’re psyched though. If he has an interest in someone else, there’s less chance for anyone to catch feelings. Fewer connections. More distance. “If you ever want to end this, just let me know.” You throw your backpack on that’s heavy with your laptop and textbooks inside. “Yeah.” “I’m going now.” “Bye.” Jimin’s fingers fly across the screen to text the other girl back and neither of you spare each other a glance. The door shuts moments later and the noise echoes through the walls.

[3rd Year Fall Semester] In spite of being a junior now, things have relatively remained the same. According to course outlines, lectures are more in-depth in their content, but there’s still assignments, papers, and midterms. The grading schemes haven’t changed and you know there’s a shit ton of work waiting for you in the coming months. But you find pleasure wherever you can. The door opens, but it’s not Jimin on the other side. “Hey, Y/N.” Taemin, his roommate, is eating chips. “He’s in his room.” “Thanks.” You shuffle inside and after briefly greeting Jongin, the other roommate, who’s busy playing Animal Crossing on the living room couch, you beeline to his room. You find Jimin hunched over his messy desk, rounded spectacles on the bridge of his nose as he’s tapping furiously across his laptop keyboard. He glances at you. “Sorry. I need a second.” “Take your time.” You set down your bag and shed your coat, tossing it aside. You’re not sure what he’s doing, but you don’t ask. Instead, you pull out your phone and run through your usual apps. With no messages to answer or anything to scroll through, you check your email and find the words ‘emergency’ in one of the subject lines. After a minute, Jimin saves his document and closes the lid of his laptop. He stretches above his head with a groan and turns around, only to find you now hunched over your own device. “Sorry,” you mutter once you feel his gaze on you. “My manager needs me to fill out my timesheet and send it to her.” “I didn’t know you worked.” “Just part-time at the admissions office here on campus.” You go quiet as you skim over your email again to ensure it makes sense. “It’s a pretty easy gig.” He hums and you finish, shutting your laptop and sticking it back into your bag. That’s when you finally get a good look at the boy across the room — dark hair, blue shirt and gray sweats — and you notice how tan he’s gotten. It’s a good look. Your mouth tugs. “Did you travel over the summer?” “I went to the Caribbean with my family for like two weeks.” “Fancy.” “It was alright.” He gets up and re-stacks the textbooks on his desk into a single pile. Jimin notices the stack of flyers he was supposed to distribute. “Oh yeah. Do you want to join the crayon club?” Your brow lifts. “The crayon club?” “Yeah, you can come colour every Wednesday night and just hang out with people.” Jimin grins boyishly. “My friend wanted to make a club and he made me the communications executive. I’m supposed to get people to join. You don’t have to, but the first meet and greet is this Friday, and the more people the better. There’s gonna be free food by the way, if that helps.” You’re not sure that's a good idea. The two of you have never really met up outside of his dormitory, aside from the first time you met at the library. “Let me check my calendar.” You grab your phone again and thoughtlessly mumble, “Sometimes I’m busy on Friday. I’m part of the board games club and we meet up every other week…..don’t judge.” “I’m not.” Still, Jimin's smile widens and you feign a pout. You’re free this week. “I’ll come if you make me an executive too,” you quip carelessly while tossing your phone aside. “It’ll look good on my law application.” Jimin quirks his head. He didn’t know you were aiming for law school. “Okay.” “Wait.” You’re taken off guard, eyes as wide as saucers. “Seriously?!” He with a small laugh. Jimin gets up and closes the distance, making you lean against the headboard until he’s completely hovering over you, mere inches away. “We actually need a position filled anyway, so you just saved me some trouble.” “You better keep your promise, Park.” You end up showing with Wendy and Tiffany in tow — the former who wants to raid whatever food there is and the latter genuinely interested in colouring as a means of relaxation. It’s a bit awkward to meet so many new people at once and Jimin’s friends at that, but you can tell they’re nice at heart. Albeit, a bit rambunctious and too friendly. And you’re a bit horrified when one of them tries to eat a crayon to further advertise the club. “So, what’s up with you and Jimin?” Tiffany asks, peering up at you as she colours in the lines carefully. She’s unaware of your arrangement with the boy. It’s not something you’ve told many. You feign ignorance, not wanting to get into the details with strangers around. “What do you mean?” “Are you dating him?” You scoff. “I wish.” Immediately, Wendy’s brows raise to her hairline and the words that fumbled out of you thoughtlessly finally sink in. “I mean, no, we’re not. Not I wish.” Luckily, Tiffany spares you and doesn’t pry. But you’re mortified and you glance at Jimin from across the room laughing noisily with his friend. You turn away from him, trying to create more distance.

[3rd Year Winter Semester] With exam season here, you and Jimin hadn’t seen each other in a while. Luckily, Spring break was approaching, so you at least had something to look forward to. The idea of being able to lay in bed and sleep in automatically puts you in a good mood. Jimin, however, seems less than stoked. You watch from the bed as he runs a hand through his hair, messing it up before you’ve gotten a chance to. He was frowning when he opened the door, greeted you with one word and in general, has been quieter than usual. “Is….everything alright?” You wonder if you did something to piss him off, but then he says— “I flunked my final.” Oh. That explains his bad mood. “The one you took this morning?” you ask. “Yeah.” Jimin deflates with an extended sigh. “I didn’t get the first twenty questions and then I fucking ran out of time….” There’s a pause that lingers. “Well, you’re not sure if you actually failed, right?” You lean closer to him, quirking your head to the side. “The marks haven’t been released and who knows, the prof might curve it.” “Maybe. I don’t know.” Jimin scrubs a hand over his face, uncertain and stressed. “This ruins everything. I’m trying to get an internship at a clinical rehabilitation facility and I want to apply for a masters and now...fuck.” You’re surprised. You didn’t know he had so many goals. “I’m screwed.” Jimin flops back onto his mattress, staring at the ceiling. You loom over him, blocking his view. “Does the internship look at your GPA?” “They want a three point o average or more.” “What do you have now?” “Three point five.” The corner of your mouth pulls and a rush of air leaves your nose in a snort. “Then you’ll make it! Even if you failed one exam, it wouldn’t tank past a three. It can’t be too bad, right?” “Yeah, I guess.” Jimin sighs and absentmindedly tugs on your strand of hair that’s fallen in front of your face and is grazing against his cheek. “I just don’t know anymore.” “It’s going to be fine,” you reassure, slapping your hand on his shoulder. “You’re just overthinking it.” “Maybe,” he hums. A sudden thought comes across your mind and your small smile turns devious. “Let me make you feel better.” You shift to straddle his hips and instantly, his hands lift to your waist. Jimin starts to grin as you pull at his shirt, trying to get him to strip. And you do your best to pleasure him. It doesn’t take much effort considering Jimin’s hand is already tightening in your hair the minute you run your tongue along his shaft. But he doesn’t let you suck him for too long, eager to feel you inside instead and pleasure you just the same. It’s eager and messy sex. You’re on top until your thighs begin to burn and you lose your pace. Then he re-repositions the both of you, so you’re flat on your back and he’s doing most of the work. You end up cumming twice. Once around his covered cock and the other time after he coaxes you around his stiff tongue and eggs you on, even when you’re sobbing from the overstimulation. It feels good. Better than good. Over time, the pair of you have gotten to know each other’s bodies better, what works and what doesn’t. Your relationship with Jimin is an investment that feels worth it. “Hey…” You’re both facing away from each other as you put your clothes back on. Jimin turns his head and you cast him a glance. “I was thinking of maybe starting birth control…” He blinks. “If you go get yourself checked out and make sure you’re clean, we can do it without condoms.” You pull down your sweater over your head and you both stare at each other. He looks surprised and responds in a delayed manner, “Okay. Cool. I’m down. I’ll get myself checked out this weekend. I haven’t really slept with anyone else since this started though.” It’s your turn to be caught off guard. “Really? What...about that girl you were into? Vicky?” “You mean Victoria?” He jumps as he puts on his sweatpants, getting both legs through at once. “Nah. It didn’t end up working out.” “Oh.” He’s entirely nonchalant about it, so you merely nod. Jimin walks you to the door and you notice that he’s in a better mood than earlier. You hide your smile to yourself, glad that it was mutually beneficial. Two weeks later, he gets an email before the two of you get down and dirty, and you’re the first one in his life to know that he got the summer internship. His excitement is infectious and you genuinely feel happy for him.

[4th Year Fall Semester] It’s so close, you can taste it. A whole new semester and cart of overpriced textbooks later meant you were a senior now. It also meant that there was just this year left and you were out of here. Finished at least one degree. A step closer to making the big bucks and being a whole ass adult. The idea is both exhilarating and frightening. 2:20pm. Jimin: Wanna come over? The text mocks you, but the temptation is tangible. Like a carrot tied at the end of a stick that’s attached to a hungry rabbit. You’ve been sexually frustrated since last night, feeling it in your loins since morning, and fidgeting and rubbing your thighs underneath tables and desks. The thought of getting that sweet relief properly is enough for you to want to ditch class altogether, but you can’t. Not for the next few days. 2:22pm. Y/N: can’t. 2:22pm. Y/N: I’m on my period :(( 2:23pm. Jimin: I don’t mind 2:23pm. Y/N: really???? 2:24pm. Y/N: are you sure 2:25pm. Jimin: lmao 2:25pm. Jimin: yes You brace through the rest of the lecture, paying more attention as the anticipation swells. And when it’s all over, you race across campus to the dormitory building you’ve become familiar with. Jimin opens the door before you need to knock and he plants a chaste kiss against your lips in greeting. You’re taken off guard, but don’t pay too much attention to it. “How was class?” “Good. You?” “Same,” he hums. You drop your bag in his room and gesture below your waist. “I’m going to need to wash up. The nether regions are a bit…” He smiles. “Sure. I got spare towels I can set down too.” You self-consciously linger for a moment as he goes to his closet to the upper shelf. The towels are luckily green and not white. “I’m surprised you’re okay with it. Having period sex, I mean.” “Why wouldn’t I be?” Jimin pushes his blanket aside and puts a towel down. “As long as you’re fine with it, then I am too.” “I don’t know. Doesn’t blood gross you out?” “Not really? Most of the time I’m the one making the mess, so it’s actually nice to have someone else make the mess for once. Plus sex is sex. What’s there to complain about?” His brow lifts and he looks at you. You scoff and it makes Jimin grin. You wash yourself up and he fucks you in missionary position on top of the towels. The pair of you have only done so a few times before. Typically, you’re face down, bent over, on all fours or looking away from each other. But the change is welcome. Jimin hovers over you and you can kiss him when you want to. “F-Fuck.” A pitched moan unintentionally spills from you when he hits a spot at your walls that has your toes curling. “Ji...min.” It’s more lubricated than usual, making the strokes easier. He goes softer too. Deeper. Jimin presses your thighs to your chest and makes you feel him all the way to your throat. The boy smiles tenderly at your reaction in spite of panting himself. “Feel good, baby?” “Y-Yeah.” You nod, eyes shut tight. You grip his forearms when he bottoms out again. “Always does.” Your warm walls pulse around his thick cock and you end up cumming soon after. He groans into your neck at how you tighten around him like a vice grip and he thrusts into you one more time before his cum fills you. The pair of you jump in the shower together to get cleaned up and then you’re picking up your clothes while he tosses the towels in the laundry. “What were you working on, on Thursday?” You blink, realizing that you texted him vaguely about being swamped and unable to come over, and that’s enough for you to unload and go on a tangent. “God, don’t remind me. It was my fucking thesis. I barely managed to finish it but I don’t even know if it makes sense and now I have to edit like fifty pages by myself before giving it to my supervisor, so that’s fun.” It feels good to let it off your chest. Jimin smiles subtly at your venting. “I could always edit it for you.” “What? Seriously?” “Sure.” He shrugs. “I’m not in poly sci, but that might make me a bit more unbiased. I’m not doing much these days either.” “Oh my god.” There’s an overpowering urge to bow at his feet or suck his dick until you’re gagging or do both. “You’re a life-saver!” Jimin laughs and it’s the sound of angels singing. “Just send it over. I can get it done by tomorrow. You have my email, right?” “Of course I do. Duh!” Your grin is big enough that your cheeks hurt and he has one that matches it as well. // A few weeks fly by and things calm down enough that you can finally breathe. But that’s when you receive a little text from a certain someone that has you skeptical if you can rest easy. 6:48pm. Jimin: I have a surprise for you 6:48pm. Jimin: I forgot about it You’re not sure what it is, but asking would be like pulling teeth with him. Jimin hates spoilers and he likes surprises all too much. Lately, you’ve both been getting into some freaky shit. Buying toys, blindfolds, handcuffs. As adventurous as college kids with a limited budget can get. It was rather fun for the pair of you, and expectedly, some experiments work out better than others. It sends goosebumps all over your skin every time he talks dirty. You like it when Jimin spanks you too. Although, you’re still unsure about the whole candle wax on your body idea. But there’s one thing for sure — Jimin can most definitely not role play for his life. The whole school girl fantasy lasted a good five minutes before he started bursting into giggles and breaking character every other second. Playing doctor only made you realize how ticklish he was too. And the tickle fight that followed was definitely not something one would call ‘sexy’. Even if it did lead to the deed being done. “Hey.” Jimin greets you with a grin and a chaste peck against your lips. “How was studying?” “Fine.” You brush off the question quickly, too curious of what he has in store. “Jimin, I’m not going to use that twelve inch dildo unless you want to drive me to the ER.” He bursts out laughing. “That’s not it. Good try though.” Instead of going to his room like you usually do, Jimin leads you past the kitchen area to the table. It’s been cleared off and you give an inquisitive expression. He grins and then gestures to it. “Lay down.” “What?” “Just lay down.” He takes your hand, guiding you on it and you obey wordlessly. It doesn’t seem like any of his roommates are home and you hope they don’t come back any time soon lest they find you lying face down on their dinner table. You feel Jimin round the table and pull your ankles together. You tilt yourself up to peek at him, but then he barks— “Down.” With a pout, you return to your position, arms folded underneath your head. You hope he isn’t about to rub spices on you and roast you in his oven like it feels like he’s doing. You feel the gentle pressure of Jimin’s hands against your spine, his thumbs pressing into your skin and he hums, “Relax. Okay. Breathe in for me.” An inhale is taken and his hands suddenly press into the middle of your back. You hear your bones crack loudly. It catches you off guard and you turn yourself with wide eyes. “You know how to do it?!” He boyishly grins. “I might’ve learnt a thing or two during my internship.” “Keep going, keep going.” You flip yourself over again, gesturing to your back and he laughs, going down your body and cracking your bones. You become butter in his fingertips, lower back feeling better already. “Lift your leg for me.” You follow his instructions to a t. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” you ask sleepily, lulled by his care. If he massaged you too, you might just cream your pants. “I got this, I got this,” he reassures with a bit of arrogance. “I’m not a professional, but I know what I’m doing. You trust me, right?” A noise is made at the back of your throat. “If you break a bone on accident, I’ll sue you,” you mumble as he turns you over. “God, feels good.” After a while, Jimin gets you to sit up and continues. He looks nice when he’s concentrating. Expression blank. Lips plump and in a line. Brows only slightly furrowed. “Considering you don’t have any ailments, you don’t need to get your bones cracked often. You should stretch and do some exercise instead.” You scoff. “Having sex with you is enough exercise.” To prove your point, you latch onto his arm and tug him towards you. Jimin smiles and the two of you break a sweat against each other on the table before either of his roommates come home.

[4th Year Winter Semester] It was an invitation that you would’ve called yourself crazy for offering a year ago. But if it wasn’t for him editing your thesis and taking a load off your mind, you would’ve had a harder time. You had him to thank for that. “So?” Jimin’s seated across from you at the restaurant booth. It wasn’t surprisingly difficult to ask him to grab a bite with you. For some reason, you thought he would reject. “What’s the big news?” Instead of answering, you reach into your bag and slide the envelope across the table. He’s curious and takes it, pulling out the letter to read. You sip on your water, watching his expression intently. He mutters the words and it takes him through the first paragraph before he realizes. Then, at once, Jimin’s eyes widen. His mouth drops and he looks at you proudly. “You got into law school?” “Three of them,” you tell with a cheesy grin. “T-That’s….fucking amazing. Holy fuck.” He reaches over and hugs you. It’s awkward considering there’s a whole table in the way, but you appreciate the sentiment. You’re giddy and giggling at how excited he is. It makes you feel like the first time you opened the letter yourself. Jimin presses a kiss against your hair before withdrawing. “When did you find out?” “Two days ago. I really thought I wasn’t going to get in since I got rejection letters last week from the other schools, but then three of them came in rapid succession.” He shakes his head, still in awe. “Congratulations. Seriously. You deserve it, Y/N. God knows how hard you worked.” “Thanks.” You smile to yourself, fiddling with the hem of your blouse. “I was thinking of maybe leaving the city to a different uni, but….I’m going to stay with my parents for as long as I can to save up on loans.” “Yeah, sounds good.” He nods. “Moving out can be expensive.” “What about you? Have you applied to your masters program yet?” Jimin laughs. “Actually, I was planning on telling you that today too. I didn’t bring any fancy letter with me though.” You lean closer, sitting on the edge of your seat. “You got in?” “I did. Yesterday.” His enormous smile causes your own to expand. “I’m gonna do it part-time while working at the same facility I did my internship at.” You’re happy for him and you can tell by his expression that he’s genuinely excited for you too. The pair of you were taking steps forward for your future and while it was a little scary, for now, you enjoy the victory and pig out at the restaurant with little restraints. At the end of the night, you’re both wine drunk when you stumble back to his dorm room and soon, you’re trying to muffle your whimpers with your teeth sunk into your bottom lip. It doesn’t help when he presses the humming vibrator to your clit harder. “J-Jimin,” you sob, fingers twisting into his sheets. You’re slumped against the headboard as he surrounds you. “Louder,” he commands, watching you through heavy lidded eyes. The cold air of his bedroom made your nipples hardened, yet you feel hot all over, under his gaze and ruthlessness. Your hand curls around his wrist. “Your roommates are sleep—” You cry and keen against his chest when he plunges the toy into your swollen cunt that’s leaking down your ass and thighs. “It’s okay,” he murmurs in a low voice against your ear, “Let it go.” You feel the toy nudge against your cervix, the vibrations trembling through your body and you orgasm hard with your forehead pressed against Jimin’s shoulder. Even then, he continues to draw it in and out of you, studying how you’ve creamed around the vibrator, how your slick is dripping to his sheets that are already stained with the scent of your shampoo. “J-Jimin,” you whine loudly, not knowing if you’re trying to lean away from his touch or closer. “T-...too m-much!” “You can take it,” Jimin softly coaxes and you nod. You cum again after a minute and he immediately kisses you with a big smile before peppering pecks down to your neck. It makes you feel ticklish and winded. “Hey...Jimin…” “Hmm?” “Are we still gonna do this after we graduate?” you ask in a quiet voice, laying back in the ruined sheets. “I’m gonna be busy and you are too.” “We’ll figure it out.” He flops beside you and you both face each other. Jimin’s arm is draped over your waist and you stare at one another for a moment before he closes the distance. Jimin nudges you for a languid kiss, your noses brushing as his soft, plush lips press against yours. It’s unhurried. Slow. He urges your mouth to part for him and his tongue slips in as you whimper, giving you a chance to properly taste him. Sloppy, wet noises fill the room while heat rises to your cheeks. But you’re unbothered while swapping spit with Park Jimin. It’s lazy, yet it feels good. So much so that you’ve relaxed entirely. In the back of your mind, you know you should get up and put some clothes on. Any cuddling or post-sex touching has largely been unprecedented before this and it’s not good to make habits you’ll have to eventually break. You should get your sweater off the floor, or at least slip on his purple t-shirt…. But you give into the temptation and shut your eyes for one second. One mere second. That’s enough for you to doze off. When Jimin realizes you’ve accidentally fallen asleep, he smiles to himself and tugs the blankets up to your shoulders, securing you in warmly. // You stifle another yawn with your hand. It’s 9:30 in the goddamn morning and way too early for you. There’s a reason you pick afternoon classes, go to work afterwards and then go see Jimin to end your day off. There’s no situation good enough that warrants your alarm blaring before eight — but you suppose a graduation ceremony could be an exception. “There’s so many people,” your dad gasps in wonderment, looking around the vast hall. “Do you know them all?” “No.” You hold in your sigh. “I don’t.” For the past twenty minutes, you’ve been running around looking for your parents after they’ve wandered off and gotten lost. If they weren’t spamming their cameras on their phone and telling you to smile in front of the odd statue or the meaningless bulletin board that wasn’t even part of your faculty, it was calling your name as loud as they could to find you in the crowds. You’re happy over their enthusiasm but also burdened. It’s a lot of mixed feelings. “Y/N?” Dark hair and brown eyes — a certain someone who you weren’t expecting to run into is staring right at you with a boyish smile. “Jimin?” He looks good, a suit underneath and a black graduation gown over it that falls to his calf. His gown has a golden hood and tassel while yours is white — the colours symbolizing your different faculties and areas of study. “Hey.” His gaze is warm. “You look nice.” “Thanks. You too.” You don’t linger on him for long, not when his parents are right by his side. You divert your vision and greet them politely. Jimin surprisingly looks a lot like his dad and his mom has a kind face. They seem like sweet people and you’re suddenly breaking into a sweat. “Nice to meet you.” Your own parents make themselves known and you feel like your worlds are colliding as they shake hands and exchange names, congratulating each other on their child’s graduation. You’re about to get them moving along when your mom nudges you. “Is this your boyfriend?” Her voice is way too loud and you feel yourself burn in embarrassment. “No. He’s just a friend,” you whisper it sharply but much your dismay, they look unconvinced. You miss the way Jimin smiles to himself. “We should get a picture!” his dad declares and your own dad looks even more elated at the idea of spamming more pictures. You already had to delete a hundred blurry ones, but your mom ignores your groan and pushes you both towards some weird artwork on the wall. “Stand over here! Over here! Smile!” Your parents end up sitting next to each other on the rows and you have no words, forced to sit at the bottom with the rest of your graduating class. It’s a wonder that the Arts Faculty was scheduled right before the Faculty of Kines. Fate or coincidence, you’re not sure yet. But it’s still nice to see Jimin walk the stage and be able to cheer for him. “Congratulations, Mr. Park.” He grins. “Congratulations to you too, Miss L/N.” It’s certain that the numerous celebrations with family, friends and relatives will be chaotic, so you take advantage of the opportunity while you still can. You steal just a little moment for your selfish desires by standing outside before you’re both bombarded by your circle of people. “You know, I couldn’t have done it without you.” “Oh, stop it with the sappiness.” You can’t feign a roll of your eyes when your smile is so big. He swings an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close and laughing. “Why? Don’t like it?” And the little shit slyly leans in to whisper, “You like it when I call you my baby though.” “Jimin!” He laughs and you sigh with a smile. You’re glad you ran into him.

[Post-Graduation] You open the door, welcoming yourself in. “Hey.” Jimin’s on the couch and glances at you, unfazed at how you’ve waltzed right into his apartment with little warning. You’ve always knocked out of courtesy for his roommates, but ever since he moved out of the dormitories, you find little need to make him walk all the way to the door. He’s watching a thriller and you flop down on his couch, leaning over to plant a quick peck against his mouth as a greeting. “How was work?” “It was okay. A bit busy. I met this nice old lady and we chatted for a bit. She called me handsome, so there’s that.” He grins and you scoff lightly, leaning your cheek on his shoulder as you watch the main character venture into an abandoned house on screen. Jimin loves his praises, so you’re not wholly surprised he’s kept a mental note of it. You’re not sure why it’s important though. Anyone with eyes would agree he’s good-looking. “How was class?” “Awful,” you mumble, feeling tired against him. You came over to get rid of some sexual frustration, but you’re not even sure you have the energy to do anything anymore. “Commuting was brutal this morning. Traffic was backed up on the highway and I was late, and yesterday I had to drive back at night. My parents are driving me nuts too. I can’t study properly.” Jimin hums a soothing note and slings an arm at the back of the couch where you’re sitting, letting you lean into him. It goes quiet as the two of you watch the suspenseful scene and then he absentmindedly pipes up after a minute, “You could always move in with me.” He continues, “It’s closer to the university and it’s quiet during the day, so you can study. We could always study together too.” It’s a good idea, but— “I can’t afford that.” “I don’t mind paying rent for a while. It’s the same either way.” It takes a second for the words sink in and then you’re peeling yourself off of him. Your gaze is met with Jimin’s, eyes locking into one another and the movie is left in the background. “As roommates?” He shrugs. “There’s only one bedroom, but sure.” A studio apartment. One bed shared. Two people. Watching movies. Having sex. Eating together. It doesn’t sound bad to you whatsoever, but you contemplate it. It swirls around inside your head and you murmur, “Isn’t that breaking the rules of being friends with benefits?” And you don't know why but Wendy’s words from the other day are echoing inside the caverns of your brain at the worst moment. “You know, your relationship with Jimin isn’t exactly normal.” You weren’t sure what she meant and you still don’t know. Not when she had advertised and encouraged this kind of arrangement all those years ago. When she had told you many people got involved in each other like this. But you’re starting to wonder if something is off. Did you do something wrong? Did your relationship with Jimin spiral out of control? But everything feels normal. After three years, you’d think you would’ve mastered the art of benefits by now. You sigh, getting a headache. Yet, Jimin merely shrugs. As if the definitions and boundaries don’t bother him whatsoever. “Is it?” “Kind of. I mean, living together, being mutually exclusive. It almost sounds like….” “Like what?” His brows lift. “Like we’re dating?” You feel hot in your face, skin toasted like a furnace. Maybe you’re being delusional or silly. Maybe he’s going to laugh at you. “This is what couples who are going to get engaged do.” “Maybe we should date then…?” The pitch of Jimin’s voice raises at the end, not necessarily a question but neither a statement. It’s questionable like he’s unsure how you feel. Like he’s playing a guessing game. And then he smiles at your shocked expression. Jimin turns to face you fully. His gaze is heavy, earnest. “Maybe we should date.” This time, it’s repeated as an assertion. Confident. Unwavering. Sincere. Jimin leans in to kiss you as if he can’t resist anymore. It’s tender, taking you off guard and you lean into him, finally allowing yourself to become surrounded by him. Mind. Body. And soul. When the two of you pull away, he smiles while catching his breath. “I-I’m down if you are. This apartment can be yours and you can study here and sleep here and whatever. We can eat together and I’ll buy you take out or cook. It’s fine if you don’t want to. I’m cool with anything. We can keep being friends with benefits, if that’s what you want….so…......what do you want?” You exhale lightly, feeling warm. “This...is a lot.” “Is it?” Instantly, Jimin appears panicked and you hold back a laugh. “We’ve technically been together for three years and...what we’ve been doing recently is basically dating. In my opinion.” “Did Wendy put you up to this?” “No.” He shakes his head. “Frankly, the person I talk to most these days is you. And I like it that way.” God, you hate him. You pull Jimin in for another kiss, an aggressive and eager one. Enough that you can feel the heat off of his own face. You move to straddle his thighs and when you break apart, you muster a glare at him. “You know, I’ve been trying so hard not to catch feelings. You’re ruining all my efforts, you know that, Park?” He grins. “Is this a yes?” “It is.” This time, he’s the one to kiss you, sealing your lips together as he smiles against your mouth and squeezes giggles out of you. Even if he doesn’t say it, even if he’s saving it for another day, you know from his tender touches that he loves you. And it’s mutual. No longer do you need to worry — leave right after the deed is done or be panicked when you’ve accidentally fallen asleep in his bed. You’re unashamed when he kisses you harder as a greeting, when he holds your hand, when you go out together. You can have pillow talks without needing to guard yourself, cuddle him, call him yours. And when Christmas arrives, meaning sweater weather and snow dusting from the sky, you have someone to keep you warm. Someone who you can come back to and call your home.

#bts fanfic #bts smut #jimin smut #bts scenario #jimin fanfic #jimin scenario #lol I can finally use the smut tag #I know this ain't sfw y'all but I really wasn't kidding when I said I was experimenting a bit more with smut #with that being said I actually really like this fic #IT'S FLUFF AND SOFT AF #I LOVE ME SOME CUTE CHIM DON'T FIGHT ME

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mind games [part eleven]

masterlist | part ten | part twelve

zuko x fem!reader fluff, angst smau (it has the social media elements, but not as much as the last series)

avatar: the last airbender

summary - being zuko’s best friend is the easiest thing in the world. until he gets a girlfriend and you realize you’re in love with him

warnings / includes (this counts for any/all chapters) - fighting, suggestive, language, crying, alcohol, cheating, talk about injuries, making out, alluding to sex, talks about sex. you are sokka and katara’s older sister. you, mai, and zuko are seniors in college, sokka and suki are juniors, katara, aang, and toph are sophomores.

note - so for this one im gonna be switching pov’s. so for the first half it’ll be 2nd point of view with y/n and the second half it'll be like 2nd point of view but with jet (hope this made sense lol)

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“so, how has living with jet been?” aang asked.

“really good,” you smiled. “he’s a really good housemate. he cooks, actually cleans. doesn’t mind that i had to take up a little more closet space.”

“wow, sounds like you have the perfect man,” suki smirked. “i do,” you sighed dreamily.

you and jet had been dating now for a little more than 4 1/2 months. you two decided that it was time to move in together. you two had already practically been living together so it seemed right to start the next phase of your relationship. you weren’t at jet’s, though. you were at an ice cream shop downtown with your friends.

living with jet was amazing, as stated, but you rarely saw your friends. college was coming to an end, too. with you and between that and looking for jobs and picking up extra shifts at the JD, it had been very busy. but you had just finished all your finals and was now ready to graduate in the next week, so you were able to relax, finally.

“how about you guys, how have you been?” you asked.

“really good! i can’t believe you won’t be at school with us,” katara frowned.

“yeah, i hate to admit it, but i’m gonna miss you,” sokka said.

you chuckled, “thanks, sokka. well, i’m not planning one really going anywhere. i’ll just be out of school, which thank the spirits for that.”

“must be nice knowing you don’t have to deal with finals anymore,” toph suck her tongue out in disgust.

“yeah, i definitely won’t miss that,” you snorted, taking a bite of your ice cream cone.

“have you found a job yet?” toph asked. ”i’ve found a few. i have yet get interviews, though. i’m waiting until the july to so i can enjoy there summer,” you explained.

“makes sense. we’ll miss you at the JD,” katara said.

“yeah, you’re the only one who makes good frappuccinos,” aang chortled.

“i know. zuko and katara just can’t grasp the recipe,” you teased.

“i can! i just prefer to make the tea. it’s a lot easier,” katara deafened.

“don’t worry. i agree,” you smiled. your phone vibrated on the table.

you turned it over, seeing that there as a text from zuko.

“is that zuko?” aang asked. “yeah, how did you know?” i asked.

“he’s been missing you lately,” sokka explained.

“oh, really? we hung out a couple weeks ago, though,” you said. “exactly. he knows you been busy so he hasn’t asked you to hang out yet, but we told him you’re less busy now,” aang said.

“oh,” you frowned. “well, he asked if we could hang out today. you guys okay if i go?”

“yeah, of course! we’ve been here for hours, anyways,” suki said.

“great. still on for the sleepover tonight?” you asked, getting up and grabbing your purse.

“you know it! have fun,” katara smiled.

“will do,” you smiled back, waving goodbye at them.

you walked to your car, getting in and driving to your friend’s and sibling’s house. you parked in the garage, going in and seeing zuko on the couch.

“hey, stranger,” you smiled, taking off your shoes.

“hey, long time no see,” zuko smiled, getting up. you hummed in reply, opening your arms out and hugging him.

“i’ve missed you,” zuko whispered.

“i’ve missed you, too. i’m sorry i haven’t reached out,” you sighed, pulling away.

“no worries. we aren’t kids anymore. we have our own life,” zuko smiled reassuringly.

“right. so, you said you wanted to talk about our plan?” you asked, walking over with zuko to the couch.

“yeah. so, how do i approach her?” zuko ask. “well, i wouldn’t suggest doing it over a date. do it at night so you can go somewhere else and sleep immediately. you two are living together, right?” you asked.

“yeah,” zuko nodded. “great, well, just tell her you need to talk to her. don’t hint at anything, be neutral about it all and break the news to her,” you explained.

“easier said than done,” zuko chuckled.

you furrowed your brows and studied his face, seeing the guilt and confusion in his eyes. you leaned against the couch and put your hand on his forearm comfortingly.

“are you sure you want to do this?” you asked. “i am,” zuko nodded.

“are you sure? like 100% positive?” you checked with him.

zuko chuckled, “yes, i am. plus, i…i like someone else.”

your eyes widened, “o-oh. this is new info. who is it?” your heart started to race and you began to feel very nervous thinking about who he could like.

“i’d rather not say just yet,” he said, averting his gaze from you.

“alright. well, no pressure,” you smiled softly. your phone then started to vibrate in your back pocket. you pulled it out, seeing that jet was calling you.

you answered it quickly. “hey, babe, what’s up?”

“hey, when’re you coming home?” jet asked.

“oh, um…” your voice trailed off as you looked at the clock. “tomorrow? i’m hanging out with zuko right now, and you know i’m having a little sleepover with the girls.”

“oh, right,” jet muttered. you furrowed your brows as he sounded annoyed and sad. you stood up off the couch, holding your first finger up to zuko to let him know you’ll be back in a minute.

you walked into the kitchen and leaned against the island counter. “hey, you sound sad. everything okay?”

“yeah, i just miss you,” jet sighed. you smiled, “i miss you, too, but i haven't seen zuko or my friends in a while.” “i know, i know. i wasn’t going to make you come home, don’t worry,” jet said.

“i didn’t think you were. i know you’re understanding.”

you and jet sat on the phone in an uncomfortable silence for a few minutes before you spoke up. you did a little awkward cough before speaking.

“so, um, i better go,” you said.

“oh, yeah, yeah, of course. i’ll see you tomorrow,” jet said.

“see you tomorrow. i love you.” “i love you, too,” jet smiled, hanging up the phone.

he sighed and gently threw his phone on the bed. he laid down, running his hands through his hair and down his face. he felt so jealous. so jealous of you and zuko. he knew it was silly since you have been nothing but loyal to him, but the unwanted thoughts of you and zuko still crept into his mind every so often. he was thankful you two didn’t live together anymore and that you lived with him now, but jet was beginning to think that wasn’t enough.

even though you and zuko weren’t living together and didn’t hang out as often, you two were constantly texting and calling. jet often found you downstairs late at night texting zuko, smiling and laughing at whatever he said. it made jet’s blood boil to see another guy making you happy, especially since it was a known fact - not between you and zuko, though - that you had a thing for zuko a while back. jet was positive that you still had a thing for him, no matter how much you denied it.

he sat up on his bed and grabbed his phone, getting up and going to the only person he knew would understand; mai.

he drove to her house, going up and knocking on the door. mai answered the door almost immediately, a surprised but pleasant smile on her face.

“hey, jet. what’re you doing here?” she asked.

“i was just seeing if you were free. y/n and zuko are hanging out, and we haven’t hung out in a while,” jet shrugged.

“right, right. well, come in,” mai held the door open for him. jet stepped in with a smile, walking into the living room.

“i like what you did with the place,” jet noted, looking around at the new furniture and decorations. there were a lot more brighter colours than he remembered.

“thanks. ty lee said i should make the place more lively,” mai chuckled.

“glad you took her advice,” jet smiled.

mai nodded, “are you hungry? i was just about to eat some leftover pizza.”

“yeah, sure. you got any beers?” jet asked.

“yep,” mai said, going over to the kitchen. “make yourself comfortable!”

“thanks,” jet said and sat down on the couch.

mai came in with a pizza both and a six pack bottle of beer. mai and jet watched tv for a while, getting drunk on the beer. after a while of silence, mai decided to ask jet about what he thought about you and zuko.

“so, you jealous of zuko and y/n, too?” zuko asked.

jet’s brows raised, “w-what?”

mai smirked and turned fully to him. “that’s the reason why you came here, because of zuko and y/n.”

jet sighed, turning to her. “yeah. you caught me.”

“they act like they’re dating each other,” mai rolled her eyes. “zuko is always like “y/n this”, “y/n that”, “look what y/n said”, “sorry, i’m talking to y/n”. god, it’s all so annoying.” “and they always stay up late talking to each other! like, i understand they’re each other’s best friends, but we’re here, too.” “right!” mai nodded. “i wouldn’t be surprised if they were making out right now.” jet frowned and looked down. “you think they are?”

“mmm, i wouldn’t doubt it,” mai shrugged.

jet looked up at mai, his eyes meeting her’s. he studied her face for a few moments, his eyes roaming her face and stopping at her lips. mai noticed his gaze and smirked, scooting closer to him. she put her hand on his thigh, her fingers snaking up his leg.

“m-mai, what’re you doing?” jet stammered. his heart was racing a million beats per second.

“c’mon, we both know zuko and y/n are in love with each other. plus, i’m pretty sure zuko is going to break up with me soon. let’s just have some fun, okay?” mai gave jet a flirtatious look, biting her lip and batting her lashes.

jet sighed, looking into mai’s eyes. he knew in his heart that you weren’t cheating on him with zuko, or anyone, but the just thought of you with zuko, kissing him, running your fingernails all over his back, moaning his name, it clouded jet’s mind with anger and fear. without thinking rationally, jet smashed his lips onto mai’s.

both melted into the kiss immediately, grabbing at each other and pressing themselves closer to each other. after a few moments of kissing, jet pulled away, looking a mai with wide, shocked eyes. the kiss with mai honestly felt amazing.

mai smiled at him, taking his hand into her’s. “wanna go upstairs?”

jet nodded furiously, getting up off the couch, mai leading him up to her bedroom.

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ssatoritendou · 4 years ago

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Stay at Home Valentine’s Day

Pairing: Matsukawa/reader

Issei Matsukawa

Word count: 1.4k

+ summary: You and your friend Mattsun stay in together on Valentine's Day with Movies and take out and possibly more

Genre: fluff

Warning: none

“So who are you going out with on Valentine's Day?” A work friend asked you as you were filling some files away for your boss. “I don’t think I’m going out with anyone. I’ve been thinking about my couch all week and beer.” She gave you a weird look and pouted. “But it is Valentine's Day the day of love.” “It’s a date. A holiday. It really doesn’t mean anything it doesn’t bother me. I’m not a sucker for a greeting card holiday.” “Well, I can’t. I got a date with my ex.” “The weird puppet guy?” “No not him.” She said unconvincingly. You stared her down. “Ok yes. But I don’t want to be alone on Valentine's Day.” “Fine. But text me if you are in trouble.”

“How can he get a date and not me on Valentine's Day?” Mattsun complained for the billionth time. “Issei stop complaining. It’s one day out of the year. And you have been on enough dates in the past year to cover 10 Valentine's Days.” He grumbled. “Are you going out tonight?” “No. I have movies and I’m ordering in. You are more than welcome to join instead of doing what you are going to do.” You commented sipping on your beer. Mattsun was curious about what you were talking about and moved from the kitchen to the living room. “What are you talking about?” He asked. You sighed ready to answer his question. However, Maki had made his way out of his room spinning around giving the two of you finger guns. “How do I look?” “Like a jackass.” Mattsun hummed putting his hands on his hips. You walked over to the male and squished his cheeks. “Don’t listen to him, he’s jealous. You look handsome.” “Don’t baby me. I’m a man.” “A man without a job.” “Oh, and working in a funeral home is all exciting.” You had already moved to the kitchen grabbing a snack. Watching from the counter the two of them argue. To say this didn’t happen often would be lying. Mostly they were arguing about clothes because they do their laundry together. Yes, you were living with these two idiots. You often had to break their minor fights. “Hey! Hey! Hey! Knock it off. All of this because he got a date and you didn’t? Is it worth it? Are you going to still be mad at him tomorrow about this? It’s one day that people hype up and you get discounts for something you should be doing every day when you have a significant other.” “That is expensive ___ not everyone can afford that type of treatment.” “Maybe you can’t.” “Matsukawa Issei!” You shouted. “You are being rude. In fact, you sound jealous that Maki is not going to be here. Say your sorry you only get one best friend.” “I’m sorry I’m being jealous,” Mattsun said. “I’m sorry for throwing my Valentine's date in your face.” You smiled and walked over to them and hugged them. “There, all better. Now here is the gift card to that restaurant Maki.” Mattsun looked at you and rolled his eyes. You stepped on his foot. You pushed Maki out the door. “Have fun with your Date. And if comes up on who’s house to stay at hers.” You closed the door. “You gave him the gift card I got you for your birthday to your favorite restaurant for some cheap valentines day hook up.” “A hook up your jealous about. And believe me, she isn’t a cheap hook up.” “You know who she is?” “Yeah, it's ____.” “Your friend from work?” “Yep. She said she was going out with her Ex tonight but I know she would never go out with him again. Plus she and Maki have been flirting a lot.” “When have they been flirting?” “You are not good at paying attention. First, they met last year at a Christmas party. Then during Christmas, he needed work and my office is always hiring during the holidays. He was just a tempt at the time, he still is. They are flirting around the office. There is a pool going around to see when they would hook up. I’m going to win.” “How did you know?” “I know ____ lying face. Maki asked for a nice restaurant to take a girl he has been flirting with. And the way he has been looking at her I know he wanted to take her out.” “How much is the pool?” “It's 500 for a date. +100 if they do it.” He stopped mid drink and nearly spit out his beer. “I really should be more involved in your life. What are you going to do with the money?” “I going to the restaurant I love their steak and desserts.” You hummed with your eyes closed thinking about the dinner. “What did you mean before? About what I wanted to do.” “Oh get dressed up, go to a bar, and hit on girls that got dumped. And then bring the sad girl back and fuck her not at your best.” “I wasn’t going to do that.” “Liar.” You said. “What do you want to eat?” “Ramen.” He said. “What movies do you have?” You walked over to the coffee table and looked at the DVDs. “A lot of action movies, a couple of comedies, a few romance ones.” “We don’t have a DVD player.” “But we have a gaming station. It works. It is said that people don’t use DVDs anymore or even VHS tapes. This was my whole childhood during the winter.” “Yeah, I remember watching movies with my parents every Sunday.” “You can pick the movie. While I order the food.” “Tan-tan mein.” “Tan-tan mein.” You both said at the same time. He smiled nodded looking at the movies.

You were on your 4th beer and halfway through your 2nd movie. “So Europe is dangerous for women in their early 20s.” “For some reason, I think Oikawa would identify with his daughter a lot.” You were vaguely familiar with Maki and Mattsun’s friends Iwaizumi and Oikawa. You had some dinners with them. “Does that make Iwaizumi the father? What would his special set of skills be?” “I mean his punches hurt. I guess he would be just the same and something tells me he would figure out how to use a gun.” “Are we coming up with Oikawa and Iwaizumi fan fiction?” You laughed. He laughed and rolled into you, laying his head on your laugh. “Thanks for convincing me to stay in.” “Oh please anytime. Don’t tell Maki this but I think you are way more fun.” “You think I’m not going to tell him that you think I’m way more fun.” He stared up at you and hummed. “What are you looking at?” “I was just thinking.” “About?” “Oh, nothing. Just thinking about the day I met you.” You began thinking. Maki had put up a flyer for a roommate. You thought it was just him. When you went for the interview and you saw both of them you were shocked to see two males. Mattsun looked stunned interviewing you. You didn’t think you were going to get picked. But then you got a call 2 days later from him and they agreed to help you move in. “Yeah, I remember that day. You moved more boxes than Maki.” “Of course I did I had a major crush on you. I had to grovel with Maki to choose you. It wasn’t like Maki didn’t like you, it was between you and this other guy.” “You had a crush on me?” “Yeah. I was hitting on you for like a solid 4 months. But I figured you didn’t reciprocate the feelings and I didn’t want to scare you off.” “You gotta be kidding, I had a major crush on you for like a year.” “Ha, no kidding.” He laughed laying back down. You could feel this awkward tension in the air. “We were stupid.” “Yeah…” He said his mind drifting off to the idea of dating you. He liked the idea you took care of him and Maki. You cooked, you cleaned, plus you were fun to be around. You liked playing video games and you enjoyed watching sports with them. You made an effort to know their friends. You helped Maki and him save a fortune on food. “Hey ___ I want to say you are the best Valentine's Day Date. I think we should do it again sometime.” “You wanna go on another date? Like a real date?” “Yeah. Don’t think those feelings ever went away.” “Mine too.” You clinked your beers together. “When I get that money we can go that date. Let me just text Maki that there are condoms in the glove department.” You smiled. “God, you are amazing.”

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whatdoesshedotothem · 3 years ago

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Tuesday 29 October 1839

7 40/..

1 25/..

fine morning – ground covered with snow 2 or 3 in.? deep first time nothing but a mere sprinkling yesterday morning – F61 ¼° now at 8 40/.. am what it is out of doors I know not as yet – breakfast at 9 25/.. to 10 ¼ - then read a little of Murray article Turkey in Asia Syria – then paid Leopold up to today for little things – as to his wages that matter to be settled by and by – asked Gross if he would be able to go behind the carriage – yes! he should not mind but for the language – I said that did not signify and came away (having had him merely a moment in the dining room) – then had Mrs. Howard I should think near an hour – furs to come at 9am tomorrow to be looked at – the fair at Nigenery novgorod [Nižnij Novgorod?] begins 20 July O.S. a steamer from St. P. to N. and Kasan and Astracan [Astrachan’] – from here must go by Land to the Oka to get into the steamer – Colonel Cameron who was in the Persian service on his return passed thro’ here – had a Mr. Fay, a Russian, with him – this C- seems to be of the Lochiel family? – Mr. Cammidge [Camidge] will call – his wife in England – said to be deranged – he was chaplain to Lord Harrowly – should make calls here from 11 to 12 – to go tomorrow about this hour to call on Madame Fischer – perhaps might meet people we might not like at M. Thals’ – Mr. Thal a dry merchant – I suppose buys [dyering] woods [?] Mr. Howard had a dyering establishment – much trouble with his English overlooker, salary £200 a year – and now the materials so dear, no profit – so does nothing at present – will have him up some evening to tell us about the trade here, and roads etc. – Mrs. Howard was a Miss Davis and her paternal’s grandmother a Miss Ogilvie of the Scotch Ogilvies – then sat talking to A- and had just written all but the first 2 lines of today now at 1 50/.. – out at 2 20/.. to the boulevard near here – the snow swept off – nice clean gravel walk, and A- and I took 2 turns

SH:7/ML/E/23/0116

in 35 minutes – not so cold as yesterday – talked as we walked of Archangel in January – and being off to Lake Baikal in February – then to the boot shop – Mrs. Howard had said 4/. the man asked 9/. offered 5/. in vain and came away from Corolivas’ where we had been upstairs in a regular little bootroom – then asked as we came out 7/. – drove to another shop – asked 7/. paid 5/. for boots lined with fur just as good as the others – then at 3 50/.. off to the Enfas trouvés – saw the 2 ladies – agreed to take the 1st of the 2 – girls we saw the last time – to give her 10/. per month and keep her at this rate as long, or as short a time as we liked – she is to be taken back again at any time – to come on Thursday afternoon – we to send the carriage for her – Gave the superior 15/. to buy the girl a gown and gave 16/. to buy muslin for a pelerine for her to broder – said I should feel better satisfied if the aide came to see where and to what the girl was coming – Madame the aide only goes out on Wednesdays and will call some day – passes here on her weekly way to see her daughter I mentioned the subject of religion – as to the future the aide (the English speaking lady) wisely observed, leave that 1st see whether the girl suited us – sufficient for the present that we let her go to church once a month! – to go to the Institution every 4th Sunday and then she would go to church with the rest and that would be enough – It was enough if she went to church once a month – about ½ hour with the 2 ladies – home at 5 40/.. – dressed – dinner at 6 in ¾ hour – then walked about the room – then read a little of Schnitzler ‘Le Russie la Pologne et la Finlande’ 2nd volume Paris 1835.

Government of Orenbourg 701/744 et seq. – Race Ouraline ou Finnoise 586/744 et seq. and vid. p. 411 family of Radziville – tea at 8 in ¼ hour – had just written so far at 9pm. then reading Schnitzler on the Finns, and on Kasan etc. till (had Grotza at 10 1/2) 11 ¾ - a little flying about small snow while we walked today but very little not enough to incommode us – otherwise fine winters’ day – warmer than [missing word] – our apartment too warmer F63 ¼° on my table now at 12 ¼ tonight

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the-broken-truth · 4 years ago

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The Cousins' Meeting

Broken Truth: Imagine like a Lords' Meeting, but...pint-sized. (Starts laughing before I attacked by an unkindness of ravens) OW!! HEY, I'M SORRY! MERCY!!! (Runs off)

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[Location - In the Heart of the Village Forest]

[The forest was vast and thick with trees but also dangerous, no one was really willing to travel into the forest in fear of death. On the edge of the forest rested a lake where the light of the full moon shined upon the water like a mirror. Standing on solid ground was a young girl with long black hair with black eyes and pale skin, clothed in a black dress and upon her shoulder...was a raven with eyes made of glass. She looked at the water and waited until ripples in the water made her smile as another figure smiled - a taller male with dark red hair and red eyes with pale skin, he wasn't wearing a shirt but he did wear long black pants that were soaked as he walked out of the water and closed the gills on the sides of his neck as he walked to the ground.]

Diedre (Looking at her cousin with a smirk): About time you got here, Sebastian; Eliza is waiting for us. (Took a step to the side and pointed at the light brown satchel that bore the crest of House Moreau on the flip) Your possessions are over there.

Sebastian (Walked over to the satchel and lifted it in his hands as he looked at his younger cousin): Sorry for being late. I had to make sure Father was asleep or he was going to know something was up. Thanks for holding on to this.

Diedre (Strokes under her raven's beak with one finger): It's fine, Cousin. Just get dressed and let's get a move on - the only one who hasn't shown up yet is that loudmouth, Heisenberg.

Sebastian (Groans): Of course he hasn't.

[Diedre turned her attention back to the water as Sebastian went into the darkness of the forest and proceeded to dry off with the towel in his satchel before getting dressed in the foggy green shirt with a dark green collar, another pair of black pants, black boots, and his trademark - the dark green cloak-jacket with the House of Moreau Crest on his back.]

Sebastian: I'm done. Let's get a move on.

[Without words - the Young Heirs of Beneviento & Moreau walked down the dark forest path until they reached a large cave that opened up at the side of the mountain.]

[A Few Years Ago - The Cousins found this cave and discovered an entire war room - a large round stone table with maps and cabinets, there were barracks and other rooms where old guns have well rusted, there was even a training room; some of the equipment was useless but there were some Kaleb and Sebastian could salvage and make new. They decided this was going to be their base - their Meeting Location. They rebuilt or bought what they needed to and cleaned the place up so it was more presentable for the Young Lords of the Village and - while it was unspoken - since Kaleb was the strongest out of them, he was considered the leader with Eliza as second in command; that left Diedre was the Surveillance Specialist for new targets while Sebastian kept any tabs their location being discovered by the villagers or their parents. When the disappearances, they agreed to meet once a month on the full moon so that their parents didn't get suspicious.]

[The Children of the 2nd and 3rd Lords walked into the cave and opened the gate with their custom keys - Kaleb made them with his powers - and walked down the hall to the meeting room. Eliza was already there, sitting in her chair with her journal before her on the table, resting on the Dimitrescu Crest on the table; using his artistic skills, Sebastian carved the House Crests in the table so everyone had a place at the table.]

Eliza (Looks at her cousins): About time you both got here, I've been waiting for 30 minutes at most.

Diedre (Sits in her chair - her raven jumping off her shoulder and onto the table): Do forgive us, Eldest Cousin; Sebastian was late because he was waiting for his father to go to sleep.

Sebastian (Sits in his chair): Yes, sorry.

Eliza (Waves her hand in a dismissive gesture): It's nothing.

Broken Truth: Oh, I forgot: Eliza is the Oldest of the Cousins, Followed by Kaleb, then Sebastian, and lastly is Diedre. Sorry for not explaining that...AHH! (Runs from the unkindness of ravens coming for me)

Sebastian (Opening his satchel and pulls out his journal): Where is Heisenberg? Shouldn't he be here by now?

[Just then - Kaleb Heisenberg comes in with his hat and his jacket over his shoulders.]

Kaleb: Hello, peasants! Your King has arrived! (Sits in his chair with a smirk)

Eliza (Eyebrow twitching): You may be the so-called leader and the strongest out of all of us but that doesn't make you a King, you metal-brained fool.

Sebastian (Nods): Praise Mother Miranda on that.

Kaleb (Stands up and points at them): You're just haters!

Eliza (Stands up and glaring at him): No, you're just an idiot!

Diedre & Sebastian (Watching them & thinks the same thing): 'They are just like aunt and uncle...'

Diedre (Clearing her throat): Can we please get to the purpose of this meeting? We've already wasted enough time and there is much to cover.

[The air got dense and the children of the 1st and 4th Lords silenced themselves and sat down. Kaleb removed his hat and glasses, showing the seriousness on his face, placing them both before him on the table before reaching into the inside of his jacket and pulled out his own journal.]

Kaleb: Who wants to go first?

Eliza: I'll start. (Opens her journal and gives her report) The rumors of multiple male deaths have reached the ears of my older sisters, thus the ears of my mother at Castle Dimitrescu. The problem is that Mother and my sisters ask me if I know anything about the murders, I deny knowing anything but mother gives me that look when she knows I'm hiding something. I think she's starting to suspect me of something.

Diedre: The same with me - I used mother's veil to masquerade as her, I took Angie along to. I found some rather...distasteful things that were being said about my mother; this is the day I was in the company of Eliza.

Kaleb (Looks at them): What's the damage report?

Diedre: There were 4 - the one male Eliza killed for disrespecting her mother, the one female whose body I broke to make an example of those who disrespect House Beneviento's Head, and the other two got away threatened but scarred for life, I'm sure.

Kaleb (Nods): Understood. (Looks at Sebastian) What about you, Sebastian?

Sebastian: I took on 2 casualties - both male. They spoke ill of my father and they paid the price for it.

Kaleb: Understood - I took one 3 but I haven't killed them, not yet; I'm currently using them to make a Lycan Serum that is stronger than my father's.

Sebastian: You mean My Father - He is the one who made the Lycan Serum and Uncle Heisenberg took it from him.

Kaleb: As wise as he is, Uncle Moreau was not a capable master for the lycans. He wouldn't know what to do with the Lycans; he couldn't even control them. I'm not speaking down on him, Sebastian, but even our parents have limits; you know this.

Sebastian (Opened his mouth to speak but closed it and nodded): Yes, I am aware of this.

Eliza: Speaking of the Lycans - did you send any to deal with the bodies at the disposal site?

Kaleb: Yes, I have a group of 5 there; the bodies should be taken care of in 3 days if they are hungry enough.

Diedre: There's also something I need to mention - Angie almost outed me to mother as to why I took her with me into town.

Sebastian: That could be a problem.

Kaleb: Indeed, Diedre, it would be best if you left Angie with Aunt Donna from now on - we can't risk our parents or even Mother Miranda knowing about this.

Diedre: Understood. It's with pleasure that I announce my project is ready. (Gestures at the raven)

Kaleb: A Fake Raven?

Diedre: Not just that. I was able to use a bit of my own power to create an unkindness of ravens that can keep an eye on things for us and let us know when there are those we need to be taken care of. With the cameras and microphones Kaleb supplied me with, we shall know if someone disrespects our parents without being there.

Eliza: Sound good - the most horrible things are said when they think they are safe.

Kaleb: Okay, this project is perfect for surveillance but try to keep any interactions with the ravens out of sight.

Diedre: Understood.

Kaleb: Now, onto other matters.

[The Cousins talked for a few hours until Sebastian and Kaleb decided to blow off some steam and began fighting in the training room with Eliza and Diedre watching from the sidelines.]

Eliza (Uncaring): Do you think they can ever get along?

Diedre (Unsure): Well...

Kaleb (Dodging Sebastian's punches): Is that all you've got, Moreau?! Are you sure you're worthy of the House Name?

Sebastian (Getting angrier and faster with his strikes): Shut it! Shut up!!!

Diedre: Let's just hope they get along...

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yukina-otome · 4 years ago

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Otome game MC’S

Hello everyone ! Today i am gonna tell you about my opinion on the mc’s of the otome games i played ! Again this is just my opinion so feel free to share yours or complete with your opinion on mc’s of otome games i didnt include !

This is not a ranking btw !

MLQC MC: Youran

Job: Producer | Queen

Age : 22 year old

Good points : 1-Brave and take risks 2-Never give up 3-Smoll bean (seriously she's so cute) 4-Really nice and helpfull (walk around the city for hours every week to help anyone in need) 5-Hardworking 6-Tell whats on her mind and doesnt hide her feelings 7-Can play piano

Bad points: 1-Bad decision making 2-Rely on the boys too much 3-Mary sue 4-Clumsy AF 5-Sneez\ stomach noises when boy is about to kiss her

Mystic messenger mc:

Age and Job: Depends

Depend on the route 1-Yoosung : Super patient and mature 2-Jaehee: Supportive 3-Jumin : God levels of patience but also kinda always have to agree with jumin which i hate 4-Seven : Happy go lucky and clueless about her whole situation (Seven : There is a BOMB | MC:LOL OK) 5-Another story : Guillible but also very patient. (i would take none of that s**t) Common to all routes : Have no eyes

My candy love MC: Lyn Darcy AKA Candy

Age : 17 during 1st season \ 23 during 2nd season \ 25 during 3rd season

Job : High schooler\ college student\ coffee owner

Good points: 1-Friendly 2-Helpful 3-Open minded 4-Pretty 5-Very strong mentally (during the highschool part) 6-Appearance can be customized 7-Energetic 8-Can get angry and speak her mind (depend on your choices)

Bad points: 1-Nosy AF 2-Mary sue 3-Play terapist with literally anyone she meet even if that mean getting herself in trouble and ignoring her own love life 4-Paranoid 5-Childish (even for a highschooler and even more in campus life)

7hotties MC AKA the worst mc (No pic for her cause tumblr says only 10 pic per post)

Job : Freelance designer Age : middle 20′s

Good points :

1-None

2-Nothing

3-Absolutely nothing

Bad points: 1-Weak 2-Useless 3-Doormat 4-Almost jobless (never seen her work aside from keita's route because he is the one who gave her the job) 5-Bland AF 6-Forgive everything a guy do to her (even rape) 7-Never actually get mad (even after a guy sleep with her and dump her literally right after she's like "pls don't abandon me! Tell me if i did anything wrong ! I'll fix it")

SSS MC:

Job: Concierge at the royal shining

Age : Early 20′s

Good points: 1-Sassy 2-Have a goal in her life and a dream she will not abandon no matter what 3-Can solve mental illness with love (because otome game power) 4-Described as extra pretty (All the boys at her workplace like her) 5-Doesnt give up easily 6-Actually got some backstory 7-Thirsty AF 8-Relatable

Bad points: 1-Forgive too easily (Minami's route !!) 2-Always get caught when spying or listening on someone's conversation 3-Clumsy AF 4-Can't brew coffee even after two weeks of trying (toma's route) 5-Actually not so good at her job but she's trying really hard

Le secret d'henri\Henri's secret MC: Lyla (Actually not an otome game, more like a visual novel but i wanted to include it because i absolutely love the mc and also because it's getting a remake and i wanted to promote it a bit)

Job : Highschooler

Age: 17 then 18

Good points: 1-Strong 2-Naive in all the right ways (she know how naïve she is but still choose to be naïve because she'd rather get backstabbed because she trusted than miss the opportunity to know a good person because she didn't trust)

3-Very pretty (Said to be the prettiest girl in all the high school and literally every boy she met aside from her brother and clement her bestie want to date her.)

4-Very popular 5-She is so nice even Henri call her a saint 6-Have the best family 7-Have the best friends 8-Supportive 9-Likes to play detective and solve people's problem 10-You really get attached to her by the end of the story you are almost sad because you wont get to see her again

Bad points: 1-Overreact 2-Drama queen (I understand tho as she is still a highschooler so she get emotional and depressed quite easily specially when it comes to a certain someone)

3-A bit too perfect sometime : Pretty girl, nice , friendly, cool, like nailpolish and fashion but also manga and video games, smart etc etc 4-MARY SUE 5-Nosy but not in an annoying way

Ikevamp MC:

Job: Travel agent and blogger | Housemaid

Age: Early to middle twenties

Good points : 1-She's said to be very beautiful (leo's route) 2-Speak many languages and seem to have a wide board of interests 3-Adapt fast to her new environment (depend on the routes) 4-Mentally strong (specially in napoleon's route) 5-Kinda mature (sometimes and depend on the route) Bad points: 1-Inconsistent personality even in the same route 2-Mary sue 3-Can be very weak and submissive (depend on the route) 4-Have no reason to stay aside for the boy she loves (what I mean is that by the end of the route the only thing she have in 19th century France is her boyfriend, in some routes she doesn't even meet or talk to most of the other resident and she have no job aside from cleaning the mansion with Sebastian)

5-Also get kidnapped every route (don't know yet for Theo) 6-Always wear the same clothes

Ikerev MC : Alice

Job: Help at a bakery ?

Age: Early twenties (saw somewhere that she was the same age as ray, not sure tho)

Good points : 1-Like food 2-Foodie 3-Enjoy food 4-Food = Happiness 5-More seriously she's super positive and optimistic and adapt really fast to her environment 6-Friendly and happy go lucky 7-Have the power to repel magic and protect herself and sometime her suitor to some degrees

Bad points: 1-Clueless 2-Dumb AF 3-Bad decision making 4-Get kidnapped almost every route 5-Zero observation and deduction skills (Oliver's route) 6-Technically squat at the black\red army headquarter\Oliver and Blanc's house or Harr and Loki's house

Ikesen MC : Mai AKA the queen AKA the fireball AKA the little mouse AKA The godess AKA the wild boar

Job: Seamstress

Age: around 25

Good points : 1-Strong AF 2-Take no sh*t (Kenshin's route\ Nobunaga's route...) 3-Adapt quite fast to her new and very dangerous environement (if i was her i would not leave my room for the next 3 months) 4-Fireball 5-Saved her suitor in many routes (Kenshin, Ieyasu, Shingen...) 6-Sass Queen 7-Have a life in sengoku era aside from her suitor (kinda the opposite of ikevamp mc as i said in bad point 4) 8-Have a dream and a goal 9-Very beautiful (even kenshin said so outside of his route and he was not in love with her!) 10-A lot of chemistry with all of the boys even outside of their routes.

Bad points : 1-Mary Sue 2-In some routes she is weaker but it never really disturbed me as it suited the love interest of the route(Sasuke and mitsuhide's route) 3-Kidnapping

Midcin MC:

Job : Princess

Age: Heard somewhere that she is 19 but not sure about it

Good points : 1-Adapt fast to her new situation 2-Try her best to learn everything 3-Try to take responsibility as the new princess 4-Can't think of anything else for her...

Bad points : 1-Weak 2-Bland 3-Doesnt speak up when she actually need to (The dumpster fire that is Alyn's ever after) 4-Kidnapping sometime twice in the same route 5-Submissive depending on the suitor

Okko's games MC'S : Honestly they r all the same so reunited them all in one

Job and age : Depend on the game

Good points: 1-Hard working 2-Have goals and dreams 3-Usually have a backstory 4-Some of them are sassy 5-Pretty but doesn't take care of herself 6-Always have a very fashionable bestie with a lot of experience with dating that help her and listen to her problems

Bad points: 1-Emotional maturity of a middle school girl 2-Doesnt want to admit her feelings and keep denying them even when there is no reason to 3-Self sabotage 4-Blame herself for every bad thing that happens 5-Some of them are very weak and submissive

And that’s pretty much it ! Thank you for reading until the end ! Pls feel free to reblog and add on those with your opinion !

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ghostofthefourforest · 4 years ago

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You’ve all known the story of Harry Potter. A magical child who lost his parents way too soon, then stay with his aunt Petunia, uncle Vernon and cousin Dursley. Its a pretty dark and sad story. It wasn’t until Harry was 11 and receive a letter from Hogwarts School of Witch and Wizardry that this story began to have spots of lightness and joy, even though there’ll be much tragedy along the way before it finally does have a happy ending.

Some people find that story too light. Others find it too dark. And so, stories of Harry Potter grew faster than fungus. In some, he will find happiness sooner. In others, he never really did. Some had him placed with different people, some had him met and angel (and a demon), and some had him transported to a different time or different worlds.

In another story, he simply got transported to a different place, and in turn, found happiness a whole lot sooner

Another Harry Potter What If

What if, once, at the age of 5, after one awful first day at kindergarten where Dudley yelled at Harry, and Harry yelled back, and yelling turned to brawls and the teacher called Petunia to school, a day that end up with Petunia hit Harry with a pan and Vernon practically threw him into the cupboard under the stairs, Harry did not end the day with crying himself to sleep. Instead, what he did was crying so hard, crying and begged to every Powers That Be so he would be taken away from this awful, wretched family and got a new, kinder, happier family.

What if the Powers That Be heard, and granted that wish, that in the morning Harry woke up, still in his ratty previous day’s clothes, at a bench in a park, 300 miles away from Surrey.

What if the first person he ran to was a kind milkman, a married-man, father-of-two who had just finished his delivery. And this milkman was both outraged and concerned that a young child in inadequate clothes was alone in the park with split lip and half his face bruised.

What if the milkman is friends with the closest pediatrics and in good relationship with half of the policemen on town (partially because he’d been delivering their milk for years), and so when he came to them with a wounded, half-emaciated boy, they believed his story without question.

What if, partly due to the concussion and part by having his relatives calling him derogatory names for years instead of his real name, when asked for his name, Harry immediately answered with ‘freak’. An answer that at first confuse but then with further explanation enraged everyone who heard, milkman, doctor, nurses and policemen alike.

What if, when gently persuaded to give the names of his relatives (in good intention, mind you, the policemen did meant to investigate these individuals and have them charged with child abuse) Harry panicked and burst into tears and tell them “I don’t want to go back please don’t make me” that they eventually give up on questioning.

What if said milkman was so worried about this poor, poor thin child who was only a smidge larger than his eldest 4 years old kid a that he discussed with his wife whether they could foster said child for a while than letting him stay in an orphanage.

What if said wife agreed, and the milkman brought the boy home, and the sight of this kind red-haired lady offering him warm soup, bath and pyjamas nearly made him cry.

What if said milkman was a John Creevey who lived in Allendale Town, UK with his wife Bethany and two sons, Colin and Dennis.

What if Bethany had an Evans somewhere on her family tree although the family had fallen out of contact with the Evans side sometimes after the second world war.

What if, in the morning, Colin Creevey enthusiastically welcome the kid his father brought home. After all, his mom was busy with Dennis and cooking and cleaning most of the time, therefore, someone to play with *in the house* is very welcome. Chores were easier with four hands, he’ll gladly found.

What if, after nearly three months living with the Creeveys, Harry found himself *never* wanted another family. Authorities had placed him oficially with the Creeveys, he’d started to attend year one at local school (and Colin *finally* want to go to pre-school now that Harry has to go).

What if, after months of evading questions of Harry’s whereabouts, Vernon and Petunia Dursley finally told their neighbours that they’d sent Harry away to stay with Vernon’s sister in order to ‘fix his abhorrent attitude.’

What if, finally, after wondering and then hearing from the Dursleys, Arabella Figg finally report Harry’s whereabouts to Albus Dumbledore.

What if magic, while in most part, constant, it can also be fickle; and blood magic is no exception. While Albus Dumbledore had altered Lily Evan’s protection over her son and tied it to her sister Petunia, the magic had transferred to Bethany Creevey; slowly, gradually as love grew between Harry and the Creeveys. It had completed its transfer so thoroughly in quite short amount of time for such a complicated nature of magic that when Dumbledore checked on Harry magically, the protection was in such perfect condition he refrained from visiting to see Harry’s condition with his own eyes. Something he will come to regret in later years.

What if, five years past and not a single word heard about Harry’s relatives. No one had came forward with information either. He’d forgotten his name Harry and had gotten used to being called Arthur (Artie) for five years. Compared with his previous life with the Dursleys (whose names he still has not mention to anyone) recent years had been a walk in the park, minor improbabilities aside, ones that John and Bethany (and sometimes Colin) disregard as ‘minor miracles’ while looking fondly at an oblivious Dennis. Artie privately think that it wasn’t all Dennis but he kept quiet.

What if, finally, John and Bethany finally got approval to adopt Artie and they talked to him about it. Artie cried and hugged them and agreed wholeheartedly. Not long afterwards, Arthur Smith officially became Arthur Creevey.

What if, at July the next year, a letter came to the Creevey’s residence, delivered by a brown owl, addressed to

Harry James Arthur Potter-Creevey

2nd bedroom,

11th Ratcliffe Road, Haydon Bridge

Northumberland

#harry potter #what ifs #colin creevey

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daprec · 4 years ago

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Unspoken and Spoken Mat Rules At Combat Room Miramar #jiujitsufirst

Some of these were borrowed from BJJEE and Gentlemen Grappler, some were modified by me, and others are my own rules or rules that have been passed down and seen as tradition

1. Shake the hands of the black belts when you enter and when you leave the mat. Additionally, after greeting the blackbelt please greet your teammates with the JJ handshake and smile 🙂

2. If a higher belt invites you to roll, you roll. They will invite you politely, if you say no they might not ask you again (except on special situations such as injuries, necessary rest for competition and others).

3. If a black belt is rolling near you, stop and move. If you are a black belt and you have a stable position and the lower belts around you are scrambling or with a submission locked in, don’t be a tyrant, be humble, you move.

4. Be stoic. If you get a submission, don’t celebrate, don’t show any joy. If you are submitted, don’t show frustration, shake hands and restart.

5. If the pain is tolerable don’t stop. Don’t talk to your partner about it, don’t expect them to say they are sorry, most of the times they didn’t even realized what happened. Keep it to yourself.

6. No excuses, a tap is a tap, crank or no crank. Don’t waste time massaging your ego explaining why you tapped, focus on what you should had done instead.

7. During the explanation of a position be attentive, listen carefully. Don’t expect the full attention of your professor if you didn’t give him any.

8. Payback rule, whatever you do, it will be done to you. If you are rough we will be rough on you. If you dedicate yourself to Jiu-Jitsu we will dedicate ourselves to you.

9. Do not cheer for teammates while you watch them roll. If you are on the side watching a roll, please keep your outbursts of joy that your teammate got a sub on your other teammate. It’s not fair and doesn’t help the person who got sub’d at all.

10. No coaching from the sidelines unless you’re a purple belt or above. If you ARE purple and above, please do not coach if the head coach, instructor or Professor is coaching. Too many people shouting instructions at 1 practitioner doesn’t help anyone and it’s the Professors job to coach his/her students. If Professor isn’t there (in a tournament scenario), then the high belt coaches

11. Whitebelts are not allowed to make rules or teach. You’re a whitebelt and with all due respect, you don’t know much at this stage. Unless you’re a D1 All American Wrestler or Judo World Champion who are joining up in BJJ, you are not allowed to teach newcomers or other whitebelts, and you most certainly are not allowed to make rules on the mats.

12. Always make a bow before stepping onto the mats. This is a quick and nice way to check your mind and body onto the tatame, and focus on training, leaving your job and real world problems behind.

13. No barefeet off of the mats ESPECIALLY WHEN GOING TO THE TOILETS. If I need to explain why then you owe me 3000 pushups.

14. In general lower belts are not allowed to ask higher belts to roll. There are always exceptions but this rule must always be adhered to unless an arrangement or conversation has been had by the individual high belt. This also goes for male whitebelts asking other women whitebelts to roll. At this stage the technique isn’t there yet and we want to mitigate unintentional injury as much as possible.

15. NEVER ask when you’re going to be promoted, or when another student is going to be promoted. Instructors have their reasons why/when/if to promote a student and their judgement must be respected at all times, regardless if you understand or disagree with the decision. This is simply how it’s always been.

16. Training at other gyms. One-off training is fine if you want to visit another gym to get a different experience or have friends there. But regular training at other gyms isn’t cool for a variety of reasons. The 1st being your grading process, and the 2nd being the fact that coaches invest a lot of time and effort into your training. Training at HQ or other Combat Rooms is strongly encouraged, but you do not earn credit at CR Miramar from training at other CRs.

17. If late to class – please wait to be waved onto the mats by your Professor. This is so that he/she knows you’re on the mats to help keep track of attendance and safety. Additionally without question 20 pushups is owed as penalty for being late.

18. Forgetting your belt. Whitebelts owe 20 pushups, Bluebelts owe 40 pushups, Purplebelts owe 40 pushups + 40 burpees. Brown and Blackbelts never forget their belts because punishment works.

19. Start and finish class with a bow. As previously mentioned this is more of a handshake rather than any sort of reverence. Its more to pay respect to each other: the instructor to you, and you to the instructor.

20. Line up according to rank. (yes even in the picture) The people who have put in more mat time have not only earned this right, but also have more knowledge than the lower belts. This is attributed to the “Martial” part of “Martial (Military) Arts (Subjective Craft)”

21. Blackbelts are called “Professor or Sensei”. If your gym has purple/brown belts who are official gym instructors named by the head instructor, they are called “Coach”

22. Always have a clean gi or no-gi uniforms. “No one wants to essmell you esstink” – Rey Diogo

23. Please trim your finger and toe nails. We don’t know how to fight wolverines yet

24. Be a good training partner and/or Uke. When practicing technique with a partner, or if Professor calls upon you to demonstrate a technique, please don’t act like this is a live sparring event. Practice is practice, rolling is rolling, demonstration is DEMONSTRATION. If you resist or start defending, Professor will not call on you again to help.

25. Train in a controlled and methodical manner. We are not here to injure our teammates or “break our toys” as I like to say. Beginners don’t have the technique yet to implement this philosophy at first, so upper belts please don’t get frustrated. Help them along the way, as upper belts did for you when you were a beginner. Beginners, no one is going to kill you, so try to remain calm during a roll and learn something.

26. Please stick to the IBJJF ruleset of submissions unless you have verbally agreed with your training partner otherwise.

This means:

No neck cranks, cervical locks or heel hooks

No slamming

No footlocks or kneebars for white belts (straight ankle locks are IBJJF approved for all belts)

No fish hooking, eye gouging or grabbing fingers individually

Avoid chokes along the jaw, chin, teeth or face

ALWAYS respect the tap, and allow partners time to tap

27. Go slow when applying a submission. Most joint locks can cause severe damage, especially the arm and shoulder locks. I know it’s exciting, but please go slow enough to give your partners a second to tap or don’t apply the submission 150%

28. Tap early and a lot. Everyone taps – this is part of the game. Think of it as a game of “gotcha” rather than a game of wining or losing. Most of my taps usually end with a giggle and a “that was awesome well done”. This is how we learn. This is the realtime feedback that illustrates a mistake on our part that needs addressing. Work on your weaknesses.

29. Please invest in a mouthguard. Accidents do happen, and as adult humans our teeth do not grow back. Pay the money on a good one, it’s worth it. This is not mandatory, but strongly advised.

30. MINIMUM attendance for promotion consideration is 3 days a week. I need to see you on the mats at least 3 days a week consistently for 6 months for you to be considered for a stripe or promotion. This does NOT include going to HQ or other gyms or open mat (free rolling days). You need to be on the mats in Miramar to qualify for a promotion. If you can tap and sweep everyone in the gym but are only showing up 1 day a week then you most likely won’t get promoted.

31. Always come to class with a positive and open mindset

32. During technique practice please do NOT talk the entire time. Not only is this disrespectful to your Professor, you are wasting your training partners time as well as your own time. Technique practice time is the single most important part of class and is the only time I expect full focus from all of my students. We only get 3 hours a week to train, and only 1/2 that time to practice technique to please avoid socializing and practice the technique.

33. Do not attend class if you are sick. Please stay home until you are completely well and ready to train. Do not come to class to watch if you still have symptoms

34. Do not train injured. If you are injured please come to class to watch, but as difficult as it may be, please don’t train. Injuries can linger for YEARS if you do not take the time to heal properly. You’ve already dedicated yourself to JJ, it’s not going anywhere. Rest up, heal up and come back stronger!

35. Please remove all jewelery, earrings, bracelets before class

36. If you are on the side watching people roll, it is your job to help prevent collisions happening on the mats. Step inbetween 2 groups of people rolling and do your best to either protect their heads or if they get too close let them know they should move. The higher belts have the mat priority, so lower belts move for them.

37. High belts are responsible for the mats after class and locking up. If I’m not around to mop the mats, high belts are responsible. It’s really EVERYONES job. Make sure the mats are mopped and stacked before leaving the gym. Don’t wait for someone else to do it, please help. Also if there is no one else in the gym, the high belt (bluebelt and up) is responsible to lock up.

38. NO SHOES ON THE MAT EVER. I shouldn’t even have to type this, but sadly I do.

39. *AMENDED* Leave drama off of the mat AND out of the group chat please. If it’s mat drama please deal with it off of the mats in a kind and respectful way. If it’s chat drama please deal with it off the chat in person in a kind and respectful way.

Please keep in mind I work 50-60hr weeks PLUS teach BJJ – 2 jobs. I would appreciate it if people could figure it out among themselves. Keep in mind I’m only qualified to give you Jiu Jitsu and Motion Capture Animation advice 😊

If you find yourself consistently at the center of issues at the gym or the chat, perhaps step away for a bit and think about what the common denominator is and how you can improve/fix things and come back with a different mind set. If things can’t be settled then speak to me about a different solution, but please try the above avenues prior to reaching out to me.

All of that said I’m always here for my students and can/will help however possible, but if it’s things I don’t need to be involved in, please help me and be #mindful in that regard.🙏

40. Guys – don’t hit on the ladies. Our gym has a unique and large female presence and I want to keep it that way. We haven’t had a problem yet that I know of and it’s going to stay that way.

41. Saying “Oss” is an affirmation. This is a very traditional method of either saying “you understand”, or “I give you permission to practice on me and I on you” or just a sign of gratitude and respect. Oss is cool

42. What happens on the mats stays on the mats. I know we all get excited and our ego’s pumped when we sweep or tap out someone. But lets keep that to ourselves – we don’t need to gloat off the mats about sweeping a 1 stripe whitebelt, or how we heelhooked a 12 year old, or how we passed a blackbelts guard (who 99.99% let you anyway). We especially find it tacky and uncool posting these kinds of things on social media so keep it in the gym.

43. Beginners, yes the higher belt let you have it, unless they said you legitimately “got them”, so please hold off on launching the blimp and having a parade until you have confirmation. Its the higher belts job to help guide you along this path, and at some point you will stop being given chances.

***UPDATE 01***

44. Whatever special arrangements I’ve made with an individual apply to that individual ONLY. Sometimes there are things in life that are out of our control, and we cannot manage to abide by some of these rules. If a student has spoken directly to me about some life event or change and we need to come up with a plan specific to them, that does NOT mean it applies to everyone. Every student is responsible to speak to me about their situations.

***UPDATE 02***

45. Visiting guests from another gyms. Of course always be courteous and welcoming, but the general unspoken rule is to smoke them when rolling – usually when matched to your belt level 😃. This is a worldwide unspoken standard within BJJ gyms. The thinking is when they leave our gym and go back to their home gym, they’ll know that we practice good Jiu Jitsu and train hard. This helps keep quality and standards up within the BJJ community and increases the drive at other clubs to improve. It’s kind of a weird quality control, but hey we’re learning how to fight so it isn’t always pretty. There are ALWAYS exceptions to the rules, but this is the general “Old School” way of doing things, that as far as I know is still an unspoken standard.

46. Visiting other schools. Be respectful and courteous – mind your manners at all times. Give them a call or an email before showing up to ask if it’s OK to jump into a class. Greet the Black Belt or head coach 1st. Treat the tatami how you would treat your own school regardless if they do not practice the same etiquette as your home gym. Train hard, be technical, – don’t be a meat head.

“It’s better to know your manners and not need them instead of needing your manners and not knowing them.” – Miyamoto Musashi I think 😛

***UPDATE 03***

47. Gi and no-gi uniform. Being that we’re still in a Covid pandemic, we still must continue practicing safe hygene. This means wearing leggings and rash guards under your gi. This means wearing leggings, shorts and long sleeve rash guards for no-gi. We’ll continue this practice when we eventually are a post-Covid world.

***UPDATE 04***

48. ZERO TOLERANCE of sexual harassment. Ladies if anything of the such happens at our club, however unlikely, please bring it to my attention IMMEDIATELY. I have a 1 strike and you’re out policy and will not condone this kind of behavior from any of my students.

Other thoughts

You’re going to want to quit. Don’t worry we have all felt that throughout this journey. BJJ is hard. Some say the hardest thing they’ve ever done. The learning never ends – the same goes with life and anything else you want to master. And just as in life, running from your problems never solves anything so call timeout, recharge, and come back!

Ask yourself what kind of student do you want to be? One that’s made of rubber? Bouncing back and forth to class, disappearing for months, reappearing for months again and again? One that’s made of wood? After a couple breaks or if things get too hard they quit, never to return? Or one that’s made of steel? A student who regardless of the injuries, hits to the ego, damage to the body, never bends or breaks and always shows up ready to train.

Rubber, Wood or Steel – which are you?

For most all practicioners, the mats are a sacred space. We train because not only do we love the art, but our time on the mats is a cathertic experience. We can forget our daily lives, our jobs, families, friends, pets etc and focus 100% on ourselves, our minds and our bodies while learning something usefull and cool.

Lets not forget what this means to everyone and always give and pay the tatame and class the reverence it deserves. Oss!

*Over time this rule set can and will be amended*

Unspoken and Spoken Mat Rules At Combat Room Miramar #jiujitsufirst was originally published on davepreciado

#mindful

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lynelovespopculture · 4 years ago

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THE CHILLING ADVENTURES OF ZELDA CHAPTER 10-SECOND HONEYMOON PLEASE COMMENT & REBLOG!

CHAPTER 10-SECOND HONEYMOON

ZELDA AND FAUSTUS JOURNEY TO ROME TO FACE THE COUNCIL. THEY LEARN OF A SECRET THAT WORKS IN ZELDA’S FAVOUR, BUT EVEN THEN THE PRICE MAY BE TOO HIGH TO PAY.

The loud cry pierced the quiet night. Zelda Spellman knew instantly that her daughter was awake.

“Coming, Cordelia!” But Zelda found she had a problem. Her body wouldn’t obey and get off the bed. Her damned eyes wouldn’t even open! While Zelda tried to get up a 2nd time, she felt a hand on a shoulder and a kiss on her cheek.

“I’ll go.” Faustus whispered into her ear.

“But it’s my turn,” Zelda muttered.

“Don’t wake yourself, dearest,” As Zelda fell back asleep, Faustus rolled over, got up, and grabbed his robe as he left their room. During his short walk down the hallway, Faustus put on his robe and tied it as he turned into the nursery. A lot had happened in the 2 and a half months since Cordelia’s birth. Due to Mambo Marie’s sudden move and Lovecraft’s murder, the Academy of Unseen Arts was getting dangerously understaffed. So, although Faustus didn’t like it, he completely understood when Zelda canceled her maternity leave and returned to work, early in the 3rd week of their baby’s life. Prudence and Dorcus were training to become full-time teachers. Agatha would have loved to join her sisters, but she still had a year to make up before graduation. Hilda picked up more classes. Since everyone was so busy at the school, and he refused to return to teaching when Zelda offered him the job, Faustus found himself picking up much of the slack at home. He cooked, cleaned, was Cordelia’s primary caregiver during the day, and after Hilda and Zelda gave him a crash course on how, Faustus started to take care of the business end of running the funeral home. In other words, Faustus was becoming a house husband and he was loving every minute of it! He was still working at the bookstore, but mostly on weekends when someone else could watch Cordelia or when Hilda could swap places with him. What Faustus was most proud of that he was becoming more and more a fully functioning member of the Spellman family. A loving and supportive family that Faustus felt more and more accepted by each day. But everything wasn’t always rosy. Now that he fully had his magic back, Faustus seriously stepped up his efforts to find Blackwood and the twins. Every time Faustus thought he found a tracking spell that would work, he would perform the spell right there in the house or he would settle Cordelia in her car seat and headed out to the woods, depending on the spell. None of which worked. All Faustus knew was that the spellbook written by a mortal was a completely fake. After talking about all his setbacks and his frustration with Prudence, his daughter suggested they try the blood spell again. They used 2 maps, 1 of Greendale; 1 of the world but something strange happened. Prudence, who went first, expected her spilled blood to immediately find a spot on the Greendale map but instead her blood slid off the map completely and the blood pooled neatly on the table, just off the map. Prudence gave a confused look and tried it again, only with the world map but the same thing happened. Faustus tried the spell himself with both maps and had the same results. He didn’t tell Prudence but he had a gut feeling that Blackwood was no longer in Greendale and signs pointed to the twins still being with him. Faustus had to thank Hecate for Zelda. No matter how busy she was, no matter how much she missed the twins herself, she was always there for him. Whether it a shoulder to cry on after yet another failed spell or a sounding board once he got a new idea, and Zelda had plenty on her plate lately. Aside from being high priestess, headmistress, and a brand-new mother to Cordelia, Zelda was still Lilith’s mid-wife and put aside her own busy life once a month to go down to hell and look after Lilith. Speaking of Lilith, who was due next month, was growing more and more desperate as her pregnancy drew to its close. She even asked Zelda to find her a spell to pause her pregnancy altogether. That was absurd, of course, everyone knew that there was no magic to delay nature, neither for mortals or witches. However, there was only 1 baby Faustus was concerned about at the moment.

“Hello princess,” Faustus smiled as he leaned into her crib and picked up his daughter. After getting her a fresh diaper change, Faustus sat down in a rocking chair. He held out his hand just long enough for a perfectly warmed bottle to appear out of thin air and fed it to Cordelia.

“There you go. Do you want to know something, Cordelia?” Faustus asked his daughter. “Daddy loves to get up with you. Even in the middle of the night. You see, my little one, oh, how do I explain this to you? We all know that I am a very proud father of 4 and I love both your sisters and your brother but this is my 1st chance to be a proper daddy.” Cordelia gurgled and Faustus chuckled. “It’s true. Let’s see, with Prudence, I tried so hard to be there for her but I couldn’t claim her as my own because your big old meanie of a grandfather threatened to kill her and I couldn’t allow that. The curse was on me by the time the twins were born and it only got worse as they grew older. I was there, I could see and hear them but I couldn’t interact with them. It was maddening. It was like watching Letitia and Judas through a 1-way mirror for the last 16 years. But not now, I’m fine now. Your grandfather is dead and your mother broke the curse. Your mother is the love of my life, she always was and always will be. I know that babies don’t get to pick their mothers but when both Madeline and Constance were pregnant, I wondered more than once, why can’t it be Zelda carrying my child? In fact, I remember when we were young and I hope that Zelda would get pregnant by accident so your uncle Edward would allow me to marry her. It never happened and despite Edward’s attempts to keep us apart, Zelda and I did manage to marry and have you. All that time stuck inside that stupid curse and the life I always wanted was just waiting for me to come home.” Faustus smiled at his infant as he put the now empty bottle on the table beside him. When he burped her, Faustus glanced up at the wall clock. “Oh my, look at the time! We better get to bed. You, me, and mommy have a plane to catch in less than 5 hours.” Right after Zelda returned to work, word came from Rome. The council was holding a summit to discuss the very badly needed religious reformation. It wasn’t just for the church of night. High priests from churches and covens all over the world would be there. Faustus thought it was a perfect opportunity to legitimatize the Order of Hecate and ordain Zelda as a high priestess. Zelda, was to put it lightly, less excited. Although Faustus had kept his part of the deal by being baptized into the coven. Since then, Zelda almost never spoke of the council. After the news of the summit, Zelda still showed no intention of going to Rome. When Faustus pushed her on the subject, Zelda admitted to being afraid for his sake. After all, as far as the witches council knew, they were still the church of night and Faustus was still in charge as high priest. Yet Faustus was proud of all of Zelda’s hard work and knew she deserved to be recognized for it. So, Faustus wrote a really long letter, detailing everything. His curse, how it snowballed into the fall of the church of night, the short-lived church of Judas and all that followed before Zelda stepped up and saved the coven by founding the order of Hecate. Faustus wrote and wrote, leaving nothing out. It was an ancient law that no witch can be held accountable for his or her actions while under a curse. Faustus made a photocopy of Edward’s deal with Lucifer and mailed that in along with the letter, to the council. He was certain that he was doing the right thing. The same couldn’t be said of Zelda.

“Faustus, have you completely lost your mind?!” Was Zelda’s exact words when Faustus told her about the letter. That night, Faustus made a new deal with his wife. If, after a week, there was no news from the council, they would attend the summit. 7 days and 7 nights passed by, and Faustus booked their flight although Zelda still had major doubts. Of course, Zelda would never admit to be nervous but from the day she agreed to go to Rome, she had her head in her completed manifesto, every free moment she had. Faustus had even seen Zelda fall asleep on it, twice. His wife also seemed to forget that he originally pitched the trip to Rome as a 2nd honeymoon but Faustus didn’t mind. Zelda would just be more shocked when Zelda found the romantic surprises Faustus had in store for his wife. The baby moved, pulling Faustus out of his thoughts. He stood up and walked across the room.

“You love your mommy, don’t you, Cordy?” He whispered before kissing his daughter’s brow and gently laying her in the crib. “I love your mommy, too. I love her so much I would give her the whole wide world if I could.”

After 1 last look at the now sleeping baby, Faustus turned, walked back to his room and got into bed. He was surprised when Zelda turned around, stole under the crook of his arm, and kissed him.

“I love you too, Faustus.”

Faustus pretended to be upset but the smile was a dead giveaway. “Excuse me, lady. Were you listening in to a private conversation between me and my daughter?”

“No,” Zelda replied. “But it you prefer to keep your midnight chats with our daughter to be hush-hush, I suggest you turn off the baby monitor. It might be a mortal tool but it works just as well.”

Faustus couldn’t help but chuckle. “Good point.”

“Do you want to check my carry-on?” It was right after breakfast the next day and Faustus and Zelda were doing some last-minute packing.

In response of Faustus’s question, Zelda frowned as she looked up. “Why? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Faustus answered, “I just thought I would give you a chance to look for a music box.”

“Faustus, that’s not funny.”

“But you did smile,” he pointed out.

Zelda left her bag, walked across the room, put her arms around her husband’s neck and kissed him. “Yes, I smiled. I smiled because I love you and I trust you. I trust you so much that I somehow, let you talk me into going on this fool’s errand.”

“It is not a fool’s errand!” Faustus protested. “You really are going to be the first witch put in office by the council. I just know it.”

Before Zelda could think of a rebuttal, Faustus kissed her again. They were still kissing when a knock can at the door. They turned to see Hilda in the doorway, holding Cordelia.

“Excuse me, this little girl is all packed and is ready to go. All she needs now is someone to buckled her into her car seat.”

“Daddy will do it!” Faustus held out his arms and scooped up the baby, who gave a squeal of glee. On his way out the door, Faustus leaned down and whispered in Hilda’s ear, “Maybe you can give your sister some words of encouragement? She won’t listen to me.”

Faustus left with the baby and Hilda moved more into the room. “So, how’re you feeling, Zelds?”

Zelda turned to face her sister, wringing her hands. “To be honest, Hildie, I don’t know if I going to faint or throw up.”

Hilda smiled. “That’s easy. You’ve never fainted in your life and you ate too little at breakfast to throw up.”

“I feel like I should get my head examined just for agreeing to go on this trip. I mean, in a 1000-year history, the council has never, ever, appointed a high priestess.” Zelda pointed out.

“Well, it’s important to remember that, no matter what happens in Rome, sister, you will still be the leader of the Greendale coven. Your dealings with the council are just a mere formality.”

“If it’s a mere formality, as you claim, why go at all?” Zelda muttered as she sat down on her bed.

Hilda joined her. “A few reasons. The order of Hecate is just as valid a faith as the church of night. Plus, you, Zelda Spellman, have proven yourself to be a strong, caring and above all, capable leader, who rebuilt this coven from the ground up. For that, you deserved the support, the rights and rewards granted to any other high priests.”

“Thank you for your kind words, Hilda, and I hate for you to think I’m just dismissing your words because I’m not but I’ve seen the witches council in all their sexist glory and why should I believe that they will listen to me?”

“Because you’re the freakin’ best, Auntie Z!”

Both sisters turned to see a smiling Sabrina in the doorway.

Zelda sighed. “Between you 2 showering me with praise and Faustus’s confessional letter, I don’t have a choice, do I?”

“No.” Hilda and Sabrina said the word together and both smiling.

Zelda sighed as she got up off the bed, shut her suitcase, and when to leave, pausing to kiss Sabrina’s forehead.

“No matter what happens, we’ll be back in a week.”

The 3 women went downstairs and out the front door. Zelda was shocked to see most of the coven, plus Sabrina’s friends, came out to see their high priestess off. Some even brought flowers. Zelda gave them to Hilda, to bring into the house, before Zelda got into the backseat of the car and smiled down at Cordelia, who was in her car seat beside her mother as Faustus drove off. Greendale was a small town that didn’t have an airport so Zelda, Faustus and Cordelia drove an hour and a half to the nearest airport in a town called Riverdale. The family of 3 boarded their 10-hour flight to Rome. Zelda and Faustus had the silent spells ready for Cordelia but the baby proved to be a great flyer. Halfway through the flight, Faustus woke up from a nap to find Zelda holding Cordelia and frowning.

“Is something wrong, dearest?”

“Not really,” Zelda replied. “I just playing ‘where’s the baby?’ with Cordelia. It was Letitia’s favorite game, which used to make her laugh like crazy, but for Cordy, here? Not even a smile.”

“Well, that’s because our youngest girl is more into a good game of ‘got your nose.’” Faustus put his thumb between his fingers and showed the baby. Sure enough, Cordelia started to giggle.

Zelda looked up at her husband. “Showoff!”

It was already dark when they landed in Rome. Since they were no longer members of the church of night, Zelda and Faustus were not invited to stay at the Vatican necropolis. Instead, Faustus booked a room in a hotel nearby to where the council was holding their summit. The 1st surprise that Faustus planned for Zelda occurred while they were checking in. Zelda spoke 15 languages perfectly and understood every word Faustus and the desk clerk said.

Zelda looked up at her husband and smiled. “You booked us into the honeymoon suite?!”

Faustus beamed down at her. “All week long.”

They collected their key cards from the desk clerk and went upstairs to the suite. Faustus held the door open as Zelda crossed the threshold and gasped in utter amazement.

“Look at this. Look at the wonderful room Daddy got for us, Cordy!” Zelda excitedly told her daughter while holding on to the baby’s carrier. While Faustus helped the bellhop with the bags, Zelda and Cordelia took a look around. There was a dining room and sitting room but the bedroom and the bathroom were the main attraction. The bedroom had a sleek, modern design with a huge flat screen and a giant king-sized bed. The bathroom was sparkling clean, done mostly in white marble and had a stand-alone shower because the tub was in the shape of a huge bright red heart. Zelda was studying it from the doorway when Faustus came up behind her, wrapping his arm around her waist.

“So, did your husband do good?” Faustus asked.

“My husband did great,” Zelda replied with a smile.

“I wonder if that heart tub has any water jets? We could have some fun.”

“We could.” Zelda nodded and Faustus leaned in to kiss her but before he could, Zelda yawned. Horrified, Zelda covered her mouth with her hand. “Oh, I’m so sorry.”

Faustus gently kissed her on the top of the head. “Don’t be. It’s been a long day, dearest. I’m tired too. I’m just going to take a fast shower before bed.”

Zelda left the room, leaving Faustus to shower in peace. She placed the car seat on the bed, as Zelda found and threw on her gown and put a bottle in the microwave for Cordelia. After grabbing the diaper bag, Zelda changed her daughter and put her in a nighttime onesie. As she gently fought with the infant, Zelda got ahold of Cordelia’s chubby arm and stared at the crescent moon birthmark on the baby’s left wrist that she was not born with. The mark came when Cordelia was 2 days old during a ceremony called the presenting. At first, the family thought it may just be dirt but after a few days and a few baths later, it became clear that the birthmark was here to stay. Although both Ambrose and Faustus both tried to research the birthmark, they found nothing and they still had no idea what it all meant. Zelda was brought back to reality when a glass of gin and a cigarette magically showed up on the nightstand. She looked up and saw that Faustus was out of the shower and smiled down at her before he got the now ready bottle on the way to the bed. Once he got to the bed, he took Cordelia into his arms and fed her the bottle. Before Cordelia was even born, Faustus promised Zelda that he would try his very best to be an equal partner not only in their marriage but also in parenthood. So far, Zelda thought he was doing an excellent job. Zelda took a sip from her glass, kissed Cordelia on her forehead, and Faustus on his cheek before settling back, cigarette holder on her finger, remote in hand. She flipped through the channel for a little while until she happened upon an old black and white movie called the House of Wax. Zelda had a sudden urge to tease her husband.

“Oh, look Faustus, it’s your favorite actor.”

Faustus looked at the screen but frowned when he realized what he was looking at. “Oh, it’s only him.”

Zelda shook her head. “Will you ever stop being angry with Vincent Price?”

“Why should I?” Faustus asked. “The guy cheated off me all the time when we were all at school together. Good thing he became an actor, he would never make it as a warlock.”

Zelda smiled. “How did Dr. Cerberus take it when you told him that a horror star was one of us?”

Faustus laughed. “You should have seen his face.”

Zelda laughed too and because it was almost over, they decided to finish watching the movie. By the time the end credits were rolling, Cordelia was sound asleep in her basket as her parents were in each other’s arms, making out. Right as he was about to unbutton Zelda’s gown, Faustus stopped himself.

“I thought we were both too tired to do this night.”

Zelda smiled. “Well, I must have gotten my 2nd wind. Of course, if you don’t want to”

Faustus smiled, pointed to the tv to magically close it, and then made love to his wife.

The witches’ council’s summit started sharply at 9 the next morning. Cordelia’s sitter arrived sharply at 8:30, but Zelda was still getting ready.

“Zelda, dearest, come on, we’ll be late.”

“Coming.” Zelda came out of the bathroom and took Faustus’s breath away. Zelda wore a long-shelve black gown, her red hair was swept up in a bun. Magda’s pearls were at her throat. Zelda also wore the charm bracelet that Faustus gave her last Yule. Her fingers were bare, except for her wedding ring. “Will I do?” Zelda asked.

“Do? You’re stunning, high priestess,” Faustus took his wife’s hand and kissed it. “Now, come on. We don’t want to be late.”

Turns out that they didn’t need to worry about being late. The council’s main concern was the affairs of the church of night. That took all morning and some of the afternoon. When the council finally got to the new faiths, Zelda was annoyed to learn that the order of Hecate was the very last on the list. Finally, at 5:30 pm, Zelda stood before the council after the announcer, who had been professional all day, laughed and stumbled over the words, high priestess. The council let some of the high priests go on for hours. Zelda got 20 minutes, barely even enough time to tell of the faith’s general information. On that 1st day of the summit, Zelda left feeling absolutely furious.

A few hours later, after checking on the baby, Zelda sat down with a glass of wine and her manifesto. The manifesto had been completed weeks ago and Zelda had committed it to memory just as quickly. Yet, Zelda kept reading it over and over, even she didn’t know why. It was like a nervous tick. Anyway, Zelda had literally just sat down when her husband called out to her from the bathroom.

“Zelda! Will you come here a minute?”

“Faustus! I just sat down.” Zelda frowned.

“Please! It will only take a second.”

Zelda sighed as she got up and opened the bathroom door. “What do you want because-“ Zelda’s voice died away as she looked around the bathroom. The room was bathed in candlelight, with candles everywhere. The heart tub was filled with water and beside the tub were 2 filled champagne flutes with the bottle resting in an ice bucket nearby. It was only then that Faustus, who was hiding behind the door, appeared, in nothing but a towel and a smile.

“Faustus? What’s all this?” Zelda asked with a smile.

Her husband returned her smile. “Can’t a guy celebrate with his wife?” As he asked, Faustus walked to the glasses, he took a gulp out of 1 and offered the other.

She took the glass but was not happy. “There’s nothing to celebrate, really. I barely got any time in front of the council.”

“I disagree, dearest. We’re not celebrating anything to do with the council. We’re celebrating how proud I am of you for even coming here. Zelda, I know you’re angry and you have every right to be but”

“But I should just let it go.” Zelda sighed.

Faustus shook his head. “No. That wasn’t what I was going to say, at all. I was actually thinking that you need to use that anger on the council. Today you tried to played by their rules and got nothing. Tomorrow, when you’re in front of the council, stand your ground, take whatever time you need to, make them feel what I feel when I’m with you.”

“And how’s that?”

“Honored just to be in the same room as you.”

Zelda smiled before she kissed Faustus deeply.

“If it pleases your excellency,” Faustus smiled. “I have been daydreaming all day of taking that dress off of you.”

“Permission granted.”

Faustus kissed her as he reached around to her back and unzipped the dress. As he slowly lowered it, he kissed all of her exposed skin. “You’re so beautiful, my 1st, last and only love. Sometimes, I think that you’re the goddess we should be worshipping.”

“You heretic!” Zelda swatted his shoulder playfully.

Losing his patience, Faustus let the dress fall to the floor and with a single wave of his hand, Zelda’s underwear disappeared. Faustus then swept up the now naked Zelda into his arms and seated her in the tub. After taking off his towel, Faustus joined her in the bath. He reached for her and took Zelda into his lap. They were still kissing and petting each other when they both heard a baby crying.

Zelda sighed. “That would be Cordelia.”

Zelda started to move but Faustus stopped her. “I get her.” He kissed her. “Don’t you dare move.”

5 minutes later, Faustus came back into the bathroom, holding their daughter in front of him. “She needed a new diaper but she wanted Mommy.” He explained.

“Oh, Mommy’s right here, sweetheart.” Zelda purred during the handover.

Wearing only a diaper, Cordelia had a ball splashing in the water. Faustus got back in and magically added some bubble bath. The family enjoyed their bath time fun. Faustus and Zelda had no problem picking up their sexy time once Cordelia was in bed.

“The council recognizes the Order of He-Heca-Hecate and its hi-high pri-priestess, Zelda Spellman.”

Zelda shot the giggling idiot of an announcer a deadly stare as she passed him and stood at the platform before the council.

“Sister Zelda, we are truly surprised to see you back here.”

Zelda knew they only wanted to see a rise out of her but Zelda refused to give it to them. “Why is that, my lords? Is this not only the 2nd day of a 6-day summit?”

“Damn it, woman!” Snapped the 2nd of the 8 council members. “Do we have to spell it out for you! You are not welcome here! The only reason we allowed you to speak yesterday was out of respect for your brother.”

“My work has nothing to do with Edward!” Zelda said firmly.

“Pity.” Sighed council member #4. “And with that, we lost any interest in you.” #4 gestured to the announcer to escort Zelda back to her seat but Zelda held up her hand and the announcer was back in his own chair so fast, it rocked.

“I am not finished!”

“Oh yes, you are!” Boomed #1.

“I don’t understand, my lords. I mean, why hold a summit at all if you’re not open to listening to new ideas?”

“Oh, we are open to listening to new ideas,” Reassured #2. “But only by men, you know, the ones with experience.”

“Experience?” Suddenly, Zelda had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. “No disrespect to the other coven leaders, but some of these men are so young, they could be mistaken for 1 of my academy students. I wouldn’t be surprised if they never even spoke to a high priest. I, however, grew up not with 1 high priest but 2, my brother and my husband.”

“Which brings us to a valid point,” Stated #1. “Why should we support you when your own husband doesn’t?”

“Who told you that? That is an out and out lie!” Zelda snapped.

“Faustus Blackwood, come before us! Faustus Blackwood, come before us! Faustus Blackwood, come before us!” All the council chanted.

From his place way, way, in the back, Faustus sighed, rolled his eyes, got up, and went to join his wife. “Did you get my letter, my lord?” He asked.

“We did,” confirmed #1.

“Then you fully know that my name is Faustus Spellman. Now, what’s this nonsense about me not supporting my wife?”

Council member #4 snapped his fingers and an image appeared before the council as if by an invisible projector. The image was of the academy’s office. They could also see Zelda, Sabrina, and Faustus in the scene but it was only Faustus spoke, “there will never be a high priestess of the church of night.”

#4 snapped his fingers again and the image disappeared. “Do you deny that you made that statement, brother Faustus?”

“I did say that,” Faustus answered. “But that was when that curse, I wrote to you about, was getting stronger each day. Anyway, I was right; there is no high priestess of the church of night.”

Zelda gave her husband a sideways glance. Where was he going with this?

“But there will be a high priestess in the Order of Hecate. I misspoke, there already is a high priestess in the Order of Hecate and if it is Hecate’s will, there may be many more, not for many, many years, of course.” Faustus smiled at her and Zelda felt herself falling deeper in love with a man she already adored.

“We’re getting sidetracked,” muttered #5. “This is just a lame attempt to get you sorry self back into power.”

“Hey, you the ones who called me up here,” Faustus pointed out. “I assure you; I have no desire for power and all of Zelda’s hard work is strictly her own.”

“So, you do support your wife in this?” #4 wanted to know. “Would you, for example, ever consider being baptized into the order of Hecate?”

“I already have. About 2 months ago.”

“Who performed the ceremony?” demanded #5.

“I did.” Answered Zelda.

“You?” #1 snorted. “We haven’t given you permission to be ordained yet, let alone perform rites like baptism.”

“Well, it worked.” Zelda shrugged. “Hecate gave Faustus his magic back right then. Also, I didn’t come here for permission, I came here to inform you as a professional courtesy.”

#2 smirked. “I think you overstated your abilities, Sister Zelda.”

“I think that the mighty council is afraid to work with a woman.”

#1 looked as if he just smelled something foul. “That’s not true.”

Zelda’s eyebrow rose. “Oh no? You call yourself the witches council and yet…there is not a single witch among you.”

Council member #3 shifted in his seat but it was #2 who spoke next. “A high priestess who performs rites and who thinks she doesn’t need our approval? What’s next? Did she write her own manifesto?”

Zelda knew he was mocking her but she went on regardless. “As a matter of fact, I did.” Zelda took some papers out of a leather parchment. “These are the 5 facets of Hecate,” Zelda began.

1. As they are all the beloved children of our beloved dark mother, Hecate, witches and warlocks are and must be equal.” The crowd grew noisy with outrage. Yet, Zelda went on. “They share a common culture, education, and home. Rewards will be earned by individuals, not gender.

2. Feelings, such as love, friendship, kindness and tenderness are right, just and not only for mortals. One should care for one’s family and friends as one cares for oneself.

3. Witches may reveal themselves to mortals. However, with the tragedies of the Greendale 13 and the Salem witch trials in mind, they are encouraged to do so with extreme caution.

4. Our rites and holidays, especially those that includes blood and cannibalism will be revised.

5. No much how troubled, no soul deserves to abandoned or left behind. These are our mother’s words and we will follow them as faithfully as we will Hecate.”

#1 shook his head and frowned. “Most of what you said is heresy, Sister Zelda.”

“Mother Spellman.”

“What?”

“Every high priest is called father and his surname. Why should I expect any less?”

“Why should you expect anything at all?” Demanded #2. “Whose support do you have?”

“My coven’s,” Zelda replied.

“The Greendale coven will follow whoever we say.”

“No, we won’t.”

Everyone turned to see who spoke and Zelda was surprised to see Malcolm White, a shy warlock from home.

“Brother Malcolm? What are you doing here?” asked Zelda.

“I have a friend from another coven, whose high priest is attending this very summit. We got to talking and it turns out that you need a member of the coven to serve as a character witness. Since you never mentioned this, we wondered if you even knew.”

“No, I didn’t,” Zelda frowned and turned back to face the council. “You never told me I needed a witness but I know why you did it. To discredit me, to make me look unprofessional and unready and even worse, to make it look like none of my own coven supported me.”

“Witness day is tomorrow, Mother Spellman,” was all #1 could say.

“You were amazing, dearest, simply amazing. Have I told you yet just how proud I am of you?”

“Only about a dozen times, Faustus, but who’s counting?” Zelda smiled.

An hour after Zelda’s big showdown with the council, today’s session was over. After thanking him for coming all the way to Rome, Faustus and Zelda got an extra hotel room for Malcolm, who kindly offered to be Zelda’s witness for the next day. As Zelda got Malcolm settled, Faustus went out to get them some take-out pasta for dinner. Dinner was just winding down when Faustus smiled, stood and went to his wife.

“Well, I am proud of you and I don’t care if I have to say it 1000 times.” Faustus kissed Zelda on top of the head and then on her lips. Zelda stood up, deepening the kiss. Just as Faustus was thinking of taking his wife to bed, there was a knock at the door.

“I get it,” Faustus sighed. He went to the door and used the peephole. “Oh Hecate! It’s Brother Maxwell! What’s he doing here?”

Zelda knew that Brother Maxwell was #3 in the council lineup today. What she didn’t know was what he was doing here. “Let him in,” she told Faustus and as her husband did so, Zelda took a gulp of wine from her glass before greeting their guest. “Brother Maxwell, to what do we owe this unexpected pleasure?”

“Please forgive my visit at this late hour,” Said Maxwell “but I was really impressed with your report today.”

“Thank you.”

“No, I mean really impressed. I’ve seen women stand up for themselves before but never quite like that. I knew you were special when you pointed out that there are no witches on the witches council. Before you, only the great queen Elizabeth, dare bring it up. In fact, after much thought, I decided to let you in on my deepest secret.”

Zelda had no idea what Maxwell was referring to so she just nodded.

Maxwell let his eyes drift over to Faustus. “Is he trustworthy?”

“Yes,” Zelda said immediately. “I trust my husband completely.”

“I just can’t be too careful with my secret,” Maxwell explained. “You see, I’m not what I seem. All of this,” Maxwell used both his hands to gesture all over his body. “This is just a glamour. In fact, my name isn’t even Maxwell, it’s Maxine.” He snapped his fingers and instantly transformed from a white-haired, dark robbed old man into a blond-haired woman who looked about Faustus and Zelda’s age.

“You’re a witch,” Zelda said in disbelief.

“You’re a witch, who has a seat on the council.” Added Faustus.

“Yes,” Maxine said proudly. “And thanks to my glamour spell, I had that seat for over 3 centuries.”

Zelda was confused. “The other council members don’t know?”

“Or even suspect?” added Faustus.

“Oh, dark lord, no!” Maxine remarked. “Those unholier than thou idiots can’t see anything beyond their own dicks!”

There was giggling coming from the hallway.

“You’re not alone?” asked Zelda.

“It’s alright, girls. You can come in now,” Maxine called out.

3 more witches appeared in the room.

“These are my 3 closest advisers,” Maxine explained. “There are 11 of us altogether. We formed our own council called the sisterhood. I report back to my sisters after every council meeting. Every now and then, we find a person or a group that we get really excited about something that I, or rather, Brother Maxwell, pushes extra hard for the witches council to approve of. You, Mother Spellman, and the order of Hecate had the sisterhood’s full support.”

“I’m honored,” It was all Zelda could say while trying to process all this new information.

“This is wonderful,” Faustus smiled. “I think this call for drinks all around.”

10 minutes later, there was a glass in each hand. Zelda, Faustus, Maxine, and 1 of the advisors were talking. The other 2 advisors went over to admire Cordelia in her basket but then they saw something.

“Maxine! This child bears the mark of the divine!”

Before either Zelda or Faustus could react, Maxine was by the baby, staring down at Cordelia’s crescent moon birthmark. “Where did you find this child?” she demanded of the couple.

“What do mean ‘find her?’” Zelda demanded back. “She ours.”

Maxine shook her head. “That’s impossible. That would mean” She didn’t finish her thought before turning her head. “Come, sisters, we must get this babe to somewhere safe before the council discovers her.”

Zelda felt shock and rage pulse through her body as she watched Maxine take Cordelia into her arms. As Maxine and her crew started for the door, Zelda stood in the way and took her baby back.

“There’s no way you’re leaving this room with my daughter!” Zelda snapped. “I already had to give up 1 baby girl. It isn’t happening again.”

Maxine sighed. “We have no time for this! That child needs to be protected.”

“I will protect her! I’m her mother!” Zelda shrieked.

“This child bears the mark of the divine. Do you even know what that means?”

“I don’t care if it means she’s the 2nd coming of Hecate, you are not taking my child!”

Now, ignoring Zelda completely, Maxine reached for Cordelia. However, Maxine was only able to touch the soft fabric of the baby blanket before she and her friends were body slammed up against the wall. It was an attack done by a furious Faustus.

“I’ll be damned if I let someone take a 3rd child of mine away! You 4 ladies are leaving right now. Either you can go by your own free will or I can deliver your dead bodies to the sisterhood!”

“If anything happens to me, the council will look into it,” Maxine warned.

“Then I guess I’ll have to kill them too!”

Maxine looked to Zelda. “Are you just going to stand there and let him talk to us like that?”

“Of course not. I would help him in the slaughter.”

“Give me that baby or you can forget about being a high priestess!”

Zelda shook her head. “If you truly knew me, you would know that’s no true threat! Now, get out!”

They left then and Faustus locked the door and performed a sealing spell for good measure. Zelda only managed to sit down before her legs gave out.

“So, what did they call it again?”

Faustus had put Ambrose and Prudence on speakerphone so he could bathe Cordelia and give her a night bottle. “They called it the mark of the divine. It must be a very big deal because 1 moment the sisterhood was praising Zelda and the next, they only wanted the baby.”

“We’ll try to help, uncle Faustus,” said Ambrose “but we only have home and the academy’s resources, you have all of Rome!”

“I know” Faustus agreed. “Your Aunt Zelda had been gone for over 3 hours, searching for answers. I offered to go but Zelda said the council’s library would easily buy her lie about being unprepared.”

“Yep, sound about right.” Muttered Prudence. “As Ambrose said, Father, we’ll try to find some information but we’re just about to start another school day and every teacher is already stressed to the limit.”

“Dang it, I forgot about the time change!”

It was right then that Faustus heard the door open and close. “It’s alright, children, I found the answers we need. Just focus on your school duties and we’ll see you all on Sunday.” Said Zelda

After exchanging goodbyes and pressing the button to hang up the phone, Zelda tossed her purse on the bed and when to the bar to fix herself a drink. Faustus, who was still feeding Cordelia, studied his wife from the bed. Had she been crying?

“Dearest, what’s wrong?” Faustus asked very gently. “What did you find, Zelda?”

“Do you remember when I said I didn’t care if Cordelia was the 2nd coming of Hecate?”

Faustus was confused. “Yes?”

“Well, I was close.”

“What?”

Zelda sighed, downed the rest of her drink, and when to sit beside her husband. “Thousands of years ago, the Greek gods fell into disgrace, Hecate among them. Hecate was able to send her 2 beloved grandchildren, a pair of cousins, 1 male and 1 female to earth. Because they were both of Hecate’s bloodline, they both had magic. The cousins didn’t get along and soon parted ways. The male cousin was lucky enough to settle in a village that accepted both him and his magic. The villagers even gave him a good-natured nicknamed, ‘the man who spells.’ His descendants would later take the surname, Spellman. The female cousin, meanwhile, had less luck with her life. People feared her because of her magic, the father of her child ran out on her. One day, some say out of spite, others say it was an accident, the female cousin bought down a thunderclap that started a wild forest fire. From that day on, she was known as ‘the lady of the blacken woods.’ Her family took the surname, Blackwood. Do you understand, Faustus? You and I are direct descendants of the 2 most ancient bloodlines in the history of magic. I looked it up and the cousins are the 2nd and 3rd witches, after Lilith but before Cain.”

“Then why aren’t they more well-known?” asked Faustus.

“I think it’s because some people think Greek gods are myths. Anyway, there’s a prophecy. If a Spellman and a Blackwood marry and have their own child, it will be Hecate’s bloodline reborn. The babe will grow up to be the most powerful witch ever born.”

After Faustus finished burping her, Zelda took Cordelia into her arms.

“It’s said that Hecate will recognize her bloodline during the child’s presenting and will bless her with the mark of the divine, a crescent moon birthmark, that proves that Cordelia is of Hecate’s true bloodline and will be the greatest witch to ever walk the earth.”

Finished with her tale, Zelda gently fingered her daughter’s birthmark as her eyes filled with tears. “Faustus, I’m so scared. They’ll never let us leave Rome with Cordelia now. I stupidly believed because I gave birth to her, I would get to keep the child this time.”

“Shh, Zelda,” Faustus put an arm around his wife and kissed her brow as Zelda’s put her head on his shoulder. “No one is going to take Cordelia away from us, not ever. I don’t care if we have to smuggle our daughter back to Greendale and sleep in shifts for the rest of our days to keep an eye on her. We are Spellmans, remember? We do what is right.”

Zelda’s proud smile broke into a deep yawn. “I should be worried sick, I mean, I am worried sick but at the same time, I can barely keep my eyes open.”

“Well, it’s no wonder, dearest. Today alone, you went through a full day summit meeting plus your brilliant showdown with the council, then the meeting with the sisterhood and then over 3 and half hours of research with only the words, the mark of the divine, to work with and then you came back and explain it all to me. I say that’s a long day, Zelda. Zelda?” He looked down to see that Zelda had already fallen asleep against his shoulder. He succeeded in gently ease her off him but when he tried to take the baby, Zelda awoke with a start.

“No! I want Cordelia near me tonight!”

Faustus placed his lips to hers. “She will be, dearest. Just give me a moment to get her, and you, settled. Lay down, my love.”

Zelda did as he asked, handing him the baby and lying down, fully clothed on the still made bed. Meanwhile, Faustus laid Cordelia in her basket. Looking around, Faustus took 2 suitcase stands and placed both of them near Zelda’s side of the bed and placed Cordelia’s basket on top of them, placing the baby next to her mother. With a wave of Faustus’s hand, Zelda’s clothes disappeared and were replaced by her nightgown. A snap and Zelda was under the covers. Faustus finished tucking in his wife and daughter with a kiss.

Zelda fell asleep immediately and remained deeply asleep for hours until Cordelia cried out for a bottle. Zelda opened her eyes, stretched, sat up in bed, took the baby into her arms and gave her the bottle. As Cordelia fed, and Zelda became more awake, she realized that Faustus wasn’t in bed beside her nor did she think he was in the bathroom.

“Where is your father?” Zelda asked Cordelia and laughed when her daughter’s only answer was to wriggle her nose. Zelda looked up when she heard the door open.

Faustus smiled. “Hello, my girls.”

“Where have you been, Faustus? It’s not even dawn yet.”

Faustus crossed the room and sat on the bed. “I’ve been talking with Maxine for 4 hours and I think we reached a compromise regarding Cordelia.”

Zelda was shocked. “What?! How did you even know where to find her?”

“Oh, I used a tracking spell on the glass she was using earlier, led me right to her. Anyway, the reason it took so long was that, at first, I couldn’t get her to listen. I mean, the 1st hour alone was just me repeating how, no matter what, Cordelia will be going home with us on Sunday. Once I allowed Maxine to perform a DNA spell on me, proving that we are indeed Cordy’s parents, she became much more…reasonable. Eventually, we reached a compromise. You and I will go home, raise our daughter as we see fit, and just occasionally report in with the sisterhood about her magical development. Don’t worry,” Faustus added when he saw Zelda’s frown, “I didn’t promise Maxine anything. I just said I would talk to you and we would talk to her together.”

Zelda shook her head. “It’s not that, Faustus. I agree that it’s a good compromise and I would have taken it too but we know nothing about the sisterhood. How can we be sure that they wouldn’t back out of the deal?”

“Excellent point, my love and 1 I’ve already considered. That’s why I called in a favor from an old friend and he gave me this.” Faustus gave Zelda a folded piece of paper.

“A suggestion spell?”

“Yes, if they try to take Cordelia away from us again, we perform this spell, suggest that they never saw the mark of the divine and that will be true for them.”

Zelda smiled. “You, my husband, are brilliant and I love you.”

Zelda had nothing to fear. Maxine had every intention of keeping her word. Both with the compromise and pushing Zelda for the council. She even apologized about the sisterhood’s behavior. She even laughed when the suggestion spell fell out of Faustus’s pocket. Later that week, Zelda found herself using magic to protect herself when part of the council got ‘handsy’ like 1 of them was with Hilda once. Thankfully, Faustus and ‘brother Maxwell’ found them in time. Zelda declined her husband’s offer of breaking the council members’ necks but she did agree for Maxine had to use the suggestion spell on the council so that they would vote Zelda in as a high priestess and it worked.

On their last day in Rome, Zelda was ordained as a high priestess of the Order of Hecate. The ceremony was private, witnessed only by the council. Faustus was a former high priest and knew all about the vows to protect the coven and order, her forehead marked and she signed her name on a document making the Order of Hecate a true and legal religion according to witch law. After the ceremony, there was a traditional ball to celebrate.

As they waltzed together around the floor, Faustus beamed at his wife. “You look so beautiful tonight, your excellency.”

“Thank you.”

“You know, Zelda, I can’t believe it was 17 years ago when I was dancing with Constance at my own celebrational ball and I remembering thinking how badly I wanted you in my arms.”

“It’s amazing how things can change in just 17 years.”

“I think we should go now,” Faustus whispered.

Zelda was confused. “The ball just started. Why do you want to leave?”

“This is the last night of not only the summit but also our honeymoon and I have a double surprise for you.”

“Wow!” They went to a grotto 20 minutes outside the city and Zelda was amazed. The blue-green water was so still the lake looked like a mirror.

“It’s so beautiful down here.”

“I found it 50 years ago and I promise myself I would bring you here someday.” Faustus kissed Zelda.

“What’s else?”

“What?”

“You said it was a double surprise.”

Faustus smiled and started to unbutton his shirt.

“I’ve seen that before,” Zelda teased.

“No, you haven’t” Faustus took off his shirt and Zelda saw that his church of night tattoo was gone and in its place was a hollowed-out heart. Inside the heart were words and numbers. When Zelda took a closer look, her own heart melted. The words were actually names, the names of Faustus’s children in birth order, Prudence, Letitia, Judas, and Cordelia. The numbers beside the names were their birth dates. At the bottom of the heart, Zelda saw her own name and 2 dates; their actual anniversary and the date of their vow renewal.

“Like it?” Faustus asked.

“Like it? I may have to get 1 of those myself.”

“Ruin your flawless skin with ink? I don’t think so.”

They skinny-dipped and made love twice. Once in the water and again on the shore. The next day saw them on a plane, going home. Zelda was exhausted from her busy week so she slept a lot on the flight. Zelda was grateful as she held her baby close and with her husband beside her, she was happy they were all together.

The sun was just setting when Zelda and Faustus got to the Spellman house.

“Sabrina! Ambrose! We’re home!” Zelda called out.

However, it was Hilda who came out of the kitchen. “Zelds? Thank Hecate, you are home. We tried to reach you at the hotel, this morning, but you had already left.”

“Why Hildie? What wrong?”

“Dezmelda died this morning.”

Zelda was sad to hear it. She had been fond of the wood witch and unsuccessfully tried to convince her to rejoin the coven. Yet Hilda wouldn’t have called Rome just to tell her of the old witch’s death. Zelda sensed that there was more and she was right.

“When they went to her hut, they discovered that Dezmelda wasn’t living alone. She kind of had a roommate,” Hilda explained.

Prudence then came out with said ‘roommate’, and when Zelda saw who it was, her eyes widened and her heart leaped into her throat.

“Letitia?”

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"You Have Lost Everything!"

Monday 2nd November 2020

Hello again everyone! Hope you're all having a good week, regardless of the new lockdown! It's been a bit of manic week for me as I don't know whether I'm coming or going with my own personal issues, but thankfully everything seems to be a bit more clearer now. Anyhow, let's jump right into Monday's episode. The previous episode ended on such a big cliff-hanger, I'm looking forward to seeing what this episode has in store.

From what I can tell, the episode starts the day after the events of the poker game. Martin and Ruby are discussing what happened. Does Martin perhaps feel guilty? He probably shouldn't have left his friend while he was so vulnerable and weak. But I love the fact that something doesn't fit right with Martin, he thinks that Suki must've known about Kush's gambling problem, otherwise she never would've toyed with him the way she did. Ruby plays dumb and and mentions that Suki only got lucky and that Kush should've been more careful. To me, it's like they're on two different sides, Ruby is wanting to ruin the Slaters, while Martin is just wanting peace, but something tells me Martin is going to flip when he finds out his wife is behind it, possibly causing his children to be homeless.

Meanwhile, at the Slaters - everyone appears to be gathering their things together in attempt to come up with some money. They're trying to sell their belongings to be able to afford a deposit for another place to live. Kush tries to console them telling them he's going to try and sort it. But Kat, Stacey and Jean don't have much hope. Kat declares that Kush is a gambling addict, to which he is still in denial. I do fear for the Slaters, I'd hate to see them down on their luck. Kush promises to try and fix his terrible mistake as Kat receives a phone call about another cleaning job, it may be rubbish but it seems they have no choice. They need all the money they can get right now.

At Jack's, Denise has come round to collect the rest of her things only to discover that Jack has already gathered her things in a box for her. They have a little quick discussion and Jack applauds Denise for taking Raymond in and states that he's lucky to have her. Even though they have sadly decided to go their separate ways, you can see they still care deeply for each other. Jack asks whether Phil has kept or word and whether she has heard from Ellie, Denise confirms that Ellie has simply disappeared. Phil has kept to his word for the time being so it would seem, but how long will it be until that changes?! Suddenly, Isaac calls Denise - we can heard crying in the back ground and Isaac is calling for Denise for help as Raymond is crying. It's going to take a long time for young Raymond to settle, but hopefully in time he'll start to enjoy his new family home.

On the Square, Honey is getting herself ready to meet with the police officer who is supporting her after her horrific ordeal. Jay approaches her and she asks whether they'll be to meet in the park later on, Honey doesn't feel quite ready to tell Billy what has happened, she certainly doesn't want the children finding out. As Jay and Honey agree to meet each other later on, Honey leaves to go and see the police officer, only as she leaves Billy approaches Jay and starts asking questions on who Honey is seeing. He states the fact that by the look of what the lady is wearing, it could either be an estate agent or police. He asks Jay what's going on but Jay is reluctant to say anything. But as Billy turns to ask Honey herself, Jay stops him in his tracks and instructs him to get inside, how is he going to find the words to explain what's happened to Honey?!

In the Cafe, Kheerat has joined his Mum, she appears to be gloating after her big win the previous night. As Kush walks in, he sheepishly approaches the Panesar's and asks whether they can have a quick word. Suki, at first, doesn't seem interested. She states that a bet is a bet, but Kush tries to plead to her and explains if it was just him, he would've moved out by the weekend, but there are children involved here, she needs to take them into consideration also. She agrees to hear him out and makes a slight dig if he's ready for another poker game, even though he's got nothing left to gamble. Kush begs her to give him a few more days just to scrape some money together, but Suki points out he can barely afford to pay the current month's rent. She even think's she's doing him a favour - Erm, how?! - Kush sees that his pleas are going on deaf ears, as he walks out slowly, Kheerat compliments his Mother on how clever she is. He makes an interesting statement, she has never won a poker game in her life and somehow she's managed to swindle Kush into losing their house. Can Kheerat smell a rat? I really don't think it's going to be long until Kheerat stands up to his Mum. He appears to be the only decent one out of the family and you can see he doesn't agree to the decisions his Mum has made - Jags, the Slaters, who is going to be her next victim and what is it going to take for him to finally break?!

Haha! Sorry but I have to mention Rainie and Stuart again, out of all of this doom and gloom happening with multiple families at the minute, it's just nice to see Rainie and Stuart enjoying married life. It's just that little bit of comedy that we need. Rainie's emotions are all over the place, considering she's pregnant. I just loved her outburst about the make-up artist using her lippy on a corpse. Of course, Stuart is trying his absolute best to support his wife, but it looks like she's driving him round the bend with her mood swings. I personally think they make a brilliant couple, they bounce off each other really well. What do you guys think? What is you opinion of Stuart and Rainie being together?

At the park, Honey is waiting patiently for Jay, she looks up and notices Jay is approaching with Billy following along behind. She greets him politely, making very little small talk as it's clear she doesn't want him knowing anything. But as Billy begins to speak and apologises to her, she realises that Jay has told him everything. When Billy asks what the police have said, she confirms that Paul had been arrested and she's waiting on hearing the results to confirm whether she has been sexually assaulted or not. She also informed them that the police had found the video on his phone of her lying in the alleyway. Billy is horrified to learn what Paul has done, he can't seem to keep his rage to himself and announces he's going to kill him, but Honey stops him in his tracks and claims that his reaction is the reason why she didn't want him knowing, because she knew he'd respond in that way. She points to Jay and mentions the fact that Jay is half his age and has been brilliant towards her, shown her every bit of support he can. As Billy walks away, Jay confides in Honey that he was trying to the right thing, he felt if he told Billy, it would give Honey that extra bit of support, but Honey explains that Billy does mean well, but he will never change his ways. Is anyone else sensing there could be a bit of romance on the cards for Jay and Honey? They're spending a lot of time together recently, I mean, of course Jay is trying to be there for Honey during her horrific ordeal, but could something grow between the pair and could they potentially end up falling for one another?!

Ooooh the next scene grabbed my attention straight away. It seems really interesting. Jean is on the Square, announcing to her neighbours what has happen to her family in recent events. Informing them that Suki is making them homeless, throwing them out on the street within a week. It looks as if she either pleading for help or she's trying to get the community on her side. She tries to explain to her friends and neighbours that the Panesar's are all out to get them, But before she can make anymore statements, Suki stops her in the path. Informing everyone that it was Kush who betted their house away, to which Jean responds (the truth) the she played him! Ooooo I do hope it'll all come out, everyone will see how dirty Suki is! Kheerat will disown his Mother, Martin will blame Ruby for causing his children to go homeless. Ooooh it's all going to kick off I can see it coming!! It may take a bit of time for it to come to light, and honestly I can't wait to see the reaction of people when it does! Meanwhile, as Jean is out on the Square with her neighbours, Martin decides to visit Kush at home. At first, Kush doesn't want to hear what he's got to say, as he's had an earful from everyone else. But Martin is just being the best friend he can be and has simply just come round to see how he was doing. Something tells me that he kind of blames himself as he was the one who introduced Kush to poker, but Kush reassures him that he is not to blame. Kush explains that before poker he used the gyms to get away and get rid of all the anger and kind of give himself some breathing space, some head space, but since the lockdown and the gyms being closed, he's felt lost and it turns out her turned to poker to relive that feeling of getting away from everything. Kush explains to his friend that he will sort things out, he considers even giving his Mum a call, but Martin says that he will be able to help him, but the first thing Kush needs to do is to admit that he's an addict, as that would be the first step to take control of the situation.

Out on the Square, Jack has delivered Denise's things to her, as she thanks him for dropping it off, Jack informs her that he's done a bit of research on Ellie during recent events and he tells her that 4 of her properties were raided, and it just so happens that Phil managed to get Raymond away on the same day. Jack seems think there is a coincidence, but Denise doesn't want to know anymore. As far as she's concerned, her son is home where his belongs and he's safe. It's understandable why Jack is trying to look out for her, I get that he's concerned about Phil, but Phil does still have a right to see his son, he is Raymond's Dad after all and I don't believe he would ever put Raymond in danger. Phil may have a bit of a reputation as being a hard man, but the one thing he would never let come to harm is his family, and I think that should be something that both Denise and Jack need to remember.

Am I right in thinking that in the next scene, Honey confirms to Jay that there was no sign of any sexual assault?! Maybe Jay chased Paul off before he could go through with his vile attack, which means Jay pretty much saved Honey. Honey discusses how Billy must be in the pub right now, downing his third pint in a way of dealing with the news he's been given. Jay informs her not to worry about Billy, she needs to focus on herself and try and get better. He politely says goodbye to her before leaving for work, BUT just around the corner, we see a very shaky hand holding a brick. Oh no, Billy! He's hiding behind a wall as he watches Paul leave his house - so it looks as if he's been let out on bail - Billy watches as he walks away and slowly begins to follow him with the brick in the hand, but before he can do any damage, Jay rushes to stop him. Jay tells him this is not the way to be helping Honey. I do feel sorry for Billy during this conversation, for him, it's like the past is repeating itself. He explains to Jay that the same thing happened to Little Mo after they got married, fans will remember that during one particular episode, Little Mo was left alone in the Queen Vic cleaning up and someone broke in and sexually assaulted her, all that could be heard were screams coming from the hall. He admits to Jay that he couldn't support Little Mo through her ordeal and he fears he won't be able to do the same for Honey, so instead he decides he needs to act as the man he should be. But Jay reassures him that beating the guy up won't make up for what happened to Little Mo, and it won't make up what's happened to Honey. It seems that Jay's words hit home and Billy eventually drops the brick.

Back with the comedy duo, Stuart and Rainie. After Rainie lashing out on their beautician, Stuart has been left to do the make-up for the deceased. I think it's brilliant how he walks in covered in make-up, and even stating that the body he was working on was smiling at him every time he walked around the room, which clearly made him feel uneasy. As they're discussing advertising for a beautician, Tiffany is informing Keegan (two characters we haven't seen for a long time!) that she's trying to find a job to save up to pay for Keegan owning his own sandwich stall on the market. It looks as if Rainie overhears their conversation and asks Tiffany whether she does make-up, it's then that Tiffany confirms she's almost a qualified beautician. Something tells me that Rainie is going to offer the job to Tiffany, BUT will Tiffany accept? For some reason, I can't see Tiffany working in an undertakers, but who knows? If she's desperate for the money, she might grab the opportunity with both hands! Meanwhile, Martin finds Ruby in Walford East and confides in her that he feels he's to blame for Kush's gambling addiction. He informs her that Kush is convinced that someone set him up, to which Ruby once again, plays dumb. She tries to console her husband and tells him that he's trying to be the good friend, which Kush really deserves right now. Oh and isn't it a coincidence that while they're having this conversation, Suki just happens to be walking around the restaurant. Martin clocks to her presence and as she walks past him, he makes the very snide remark that if she actually did play him, then she is just disgusting! It looks as if those words hit Ruby hard, is she seeing that this is also hurting her husband as much as it is hurting the Slater family?! Could she be feeling some form of guilt? Will it end up eating her up and will she come clean to her husband?!

At the Panesar's office, Stacey is cleaning out her desk and belongings. As she mentions to Kheerat that she'll leaving as she'll probably have no where to live in the next couple of days, she disrespects his Mum right in front of him. But Stacey can see right through Kheerat, she knows he doesn't approve of his Mum's actions and she tells him to tell that he doesn't agree. Suddenly Suki walks through the door and Stacey makes herself scarce. Kheerat tries to persuade his Mum to let the Slater's stay, he noticed that the shop was quiet all afternoon. If her actions to what she's done to the Slater's start to make an affect on the community, no one will want nothing from them and they will struggle with their businesses. Kheerat tells her that if all goes to pot she'll have to start working for him. Suki then possibly realises that her son has a point and changes her mind and announces that the Slaters can stay, under one condition, their rent goes up! So once again, they're playing to her tune again! How many times has she put the rent up for the Slater's alone? Two, three times? She assures her son that she always gets what she wants, one way or another! Ooooo I do hope that one day Suki will get her comeuppance, whether it be from the Square or from her own children.

Back at the club, Jack looks like he's called a meeting with Callum. Callum asks whether he wants information on Phil then he really isn't interested. But something doesn't sit right with Jack, he brings up the topic about Ellie's properties being raided and stating the fact it was the day that Phil got Raymond back. Callum comes up with the excuse that he heard something being mentioned in a night club and tries to explain that he no idea that the property was Ellie's! I kind of feel like Callum is keeping his word to the Mitchell's. Now he's been made one of the family, he can't turn his back on them because it would mean turning his back on Ben also. Jack informs Callum that even though Denise is struggling with Raymond, she is trying her absolute best to support the young boy. He warns him that if he does anything to ruin it for her, then there will be hell to pay!

The last scene of this episode, Kush is seen sat alone in the house, we see him react as he heard the front door opening and closing. It looks as if he's hoping it'll be Kat, but Stacey appears and informs him that she's gone out for a drink with some unknown security guard. Kush looks absolutely devastated and distraught. It's becoming clear to him that he has made things incredibly worse, not just for his family but for his relationship with Kat also. As Stacey yells at him, he puts his hands to his ears, trying to block it all out until the issue becomes louder and louder and he yells at the top of his voice "I'm an addict!" - He finally admits it, even though the truth is most likely ripping him apart inside. Stacey only wishes he could've admitted it earlier, she tells him that Alfie lied to Kat repeatedly and he was supposed to be the good one. But now he's not just lost the house, he has lost everything!

How in the world is Kush going to be able to fix things? How is he going to be able to make it up to Kat and the rest of the family? I just want to thank you guys for reading, I'll be back very soon with another post! Enjoy the rest of your day folks! Please feel free to message me on your thoughts and opinions on what's currently happening in the soap, I'd love to hear from you! Love you all xXx

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woollyslisterblog · 5 years ago

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1834 July Wednesday 2nd (part two)

Still upset about Monday night -

went to the bank each (H. Hentsch & Co) and then quite almost opposite to our hotel des Bergues - For £25 circular number 4096 received 11 double [unreadable] and 9 single ditto = 620 francs for which paid (agio on the gold) 7/50? or more for gold now costs 15 francs per thousand and this not considered dear – a month hence would be 20/. agio per thousand - forgot to ask for an account of what I received - suppose I paid 755 agio this would mean 620 + 7 slash 55 + (5 sols de Genèvre taken at sol French) /20. = 627 francs $0.75 = exchange at 25 francs 11 cents

from the bank to the grand Chemin des philosophies, chez Madam Bacle for pension for Eugenie - would take her giving her 2 ground floor rooms for 175 francs per month so that we could sleep a night or 2 there if we liked - but for on own living to pay 10 francs a day

- happening to enquire about Miss Pickford found she and Miss Maitland were chez Madame Palis - a house or 2 distant - went there - waited 20 minutes till 4 05 then sat with them till 4 1/2 - Miss Pickford said nothing but seemed surprised - was she not nervous? Looked well - told her of her letter received in Paris last July - they're going to England on Tuesday Paris via Dijon, by voiturin , the one from here they have had at Naples and everywhere - Miss Maitland a very tall large woman - asked me to stay an nd dine with them at the public table - Miss Pickford said nothing - she probably knew me better - declined very civilly on account of much to do and going to Chamonix tomorrow - Miss Pickford hardly seemed at ease - true she lost much (‘pretty well’) by Miss Threlfall who died 2 years ago - might have recovered it but it would cost more than it was worth -

the musée under repair could not be seen perhaps maybe a fortnight hence - 20 minutes in the botanical gardens goes up to M Eynard’s nice house and grounds - the garden arranged on the natural system - very ill kept - the unreadable full of workmen - then to the cathedral - full of workmen preparing for the grand Helvetic concert on the 28th instant – clean, handsome gothic pile - du temps Charlemagne the woman said - 3 fine painted glass windows in the aspses - Charlemagne in that on the right - home at 5 1/2 – dinner at 5:40 had just the loueur of the carriage - called the distance to Solange 15 lieues (instead of 12 or in truth 11) and asked 48/. - though he had agreed with the portion for 36/. – said people gave the cocher 3/. a day – 30/ and 4/ for cocher would have been enough the porter owned had it been last year - now foreign drive and 36/. - fair – offer[e]d to get me another carriage no! said I would go en poste - poste arranged as in France 30 sols per cheval and 1 extra cheval not put on for us at 20 sols - so I shall leave the carriage at Sellanche and Eugenie toos -

set long over dinner and dessert - broadly talking from 10 1/4 to 11:20 wrote the above of today – fine day till lower[in]g at 5 1/2 and between] 6 and 7 (and long afterwards flashes of lightning at intervals) heavy rain and a thunder storm – lightning very vivid and much thunder and 1 peal so near the house seemed coming down – F 72° now at 11 20/60 p.m. Miss Walker owns she has had whites again had them years ago and since these last two or three days burn her in making water [I] said she had rather affected me on Monday night.

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ilikeoldchangke · 5 years ago

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This is a work of fiction.

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I met my wife Kristin when I was volunteering at a old folks home. It was part of my company’s corporate social responsibility program while for Kristin, she goes there every month to interact with the old people and to chat with them.

I remembered I was mopping the floor when I saw her appear in front of me at the elevators.

The moment our eyes met, I was love struck and no words left my mouth even though I wanted to speak.

Kristin smiled at me before walking away. I could not take my eyes off her back view, that shapely body, that graceful walk and the radiant smile remained in my head for the whole day.

I finally mustered up enough courage to ask for her number at the end of the day and I was not disappointed.

I was literally shaking when I asked her for her name.

James : Hi…. Hi… I’m…. ermm… my name is James….

Kristin : hi… I’m Kristin…

James : Erm… I was wondering…. If… ermm.. you would like to grab a coffee after this…

Kristin smiled and agreed immediately.

Kristin : to be truthful….. I would have asked you out if you waited any longer….. I saw you loitering around for the past few hours… haha

James : hahah…. It’s… nerve wrecking … I’ve never done this before…

Kristin : neither have i… haha…

It was apparent to me by then that our attraction to each other are mutual.

Kristin and I hit it off from that very first coffee, before long, we were dating.

I’ve had a couple of relationships before and the feeling I get from Kristin is very different. It’s not just the usual puppy love or the fresh honeymoon period, I genuinely see Kristin as a life partner.

I love her. I really do.

I know she loves me as well.

We dated for 3 years and it was a magical time.

The passion, the love and of course the lust we had for each other’s body made the sex really good.

We fucked like bunnies whenever we could. We tried everything.

Bondage, role playing, outdoor fun, even exposing ourselves on the balcony on a cruise. Whenever something comes to mind, we would discuss it and we would try it.

I’ve even strapped Kristin down on a bed at the old folks home before using medical grade restraints designed to stop the patients from hurting themselves. With her immobilised, we role played that she was getting forced upon by robbers while volunteering.

We ended up wetting and soiling not only the bedsheets, but the floor of the empty ward as well.

Kristin has even pretended to be a ladyboy, holding me down while she pegged me in my anus while forcing me to wear her bra. There is nothing too dirty or taboo in our sex life except one thing.

The past.

It was a casual discussion. Somehow it drifted to the topic of my past relationships and of course, my sex life.

I was candid about it of course, it was all in the past. I don’t mind sharing, after all, she is the one that I want to marry and spend the rest of my life with.

I admitted that I had sex with all 3 ex girlfriends, but it was nothing fantastic or crazy. Just normal

Normal things couple do when they are in love, that’s all.

Compared it with the stuff Kristin and I get up to, those were nothing.

James : What about you ?? …

Kristin : what about me… ?

James : Your past relationship…. How’s the sex… ?

I never expected Kristin to clamp up when I asked her the question.

It was a little unexpected. I mean we have been pretty open with each other, talking about everything under the sun. I know she is not a virgin, I didn’t mind it at all.

I’m not one either anyway.

Kristin : nothing interesting…. Just normal…

Having been together for a couple of years, I could read her like a book. There’s no hiding that she is uncomfortable talking about it.

James : Dear…. It’s ok…. I mean…. If you are uncomfortable… there’s no need to….

Kristin : why are you so curious about my past… ?

James : why wouldn’t I be… ? I want to spend the rest of my life with you… but I’m not forcing you to share…..

Kristin : then you shouldn’t be so concerned about what happened before…isn’t it… ?

James : I didn’t say I’m concerned…. I’m just curious…. And why are you getting so defensive… ?

I never expected that simple discussion to lead to our very first quarrel.

I can’t say it’s exactly a quarrel, maybe a small argument, or disagreement on a subject.

Determined to have the last word, Kristin literally spit out the words in spite at the end.

Kristin : I have never been pregnant before…. If you are wondering about that… !

Well that statement came as a bit of a shock to me.

I didn’t expect her to say something like that.

I mean, just chill man.

We made up a couple of days later and we never spoke about it again.

I was indifferent, or so I thought.

There is something about the statement she made that seemed to linger in my head.

“ I have never been pregnant before “

Why would she say something like that ?

Why can’t she just say, yes, she is not a virgin, she has sex with her ex-boyfriend before, something I already knew. Why must it be said that way ?

That sentence slowly festered in my head.

It slowly consumed my mind.

I didn’t see it happening but like the seed of a evil thought, it slowly started to sprout.

I was never the jealous type but I started getting jealous when I think of Kristin and her ex-boyfriends.

What did they do when they were together ?

Sure, they had sex, but was it good ?

Did Kristin enjoy herself more with them or with me ?

I started to question my ability.

I started to decipher what Kristin meant by her sentence, drawing up different scenarios to fit it in my head.

I would think of her ex-boyfriend shooting their cum deep inside her as she moaned for them to go deeper.

It was a sick thought but I find myself getting aroused.

I would imagine Kristin sucking their dicks in the car, swallowing their semen and quenching her thirst with them.

I would imagine Kristin being fucked by both her ex-boyfriend at the same time like a slut. She would moan and cum while having her holes filled by their cocks and begging for more when it’s over.

It’s sick, I know but I was getting aroused by the thought.

The more I think about it, the harder my cock gets.

I still love Kristin, I still lust for her body and her touch but as the days go by, the arousal from imagining her getting fucked by her ex-boyfriends gets stronger.

It got to the point when I was fucking Kristin, I would close my eyes and imagine it was someone else that is doing the fucking, while I would be the one doing the watching.

It’s really weird.

I did what I could to suppress my feelings and emotions. These are things I cannot share with Kristin. She would think I’m mad.

Eventually I proposed to Kristin on her 28th birthday and she said yes.

It was an amazing night for us.

I proposed in the cable car, and we spent the night in a nice hotel in Sentosa.

The sex was as good as it gets but I knew something was wrong with me by then.

How can it be that, on the day I proposed, and while on the verge of having my orgasm, the picture I had in my head was of seeing Kristin being taken in a gangbang ?

I knew I was slowly being consumed by that mad thought.

As the days go by, I would start to propose roleplaying of other kinds.

Threesomes and gangbangs.

I would use dildos as a stand in, I would pretend I was a spectator and watch Kristine use the dildo on herself.

I would give her instructions on what to do, what I want to see.

I would tell her to fuck herself with the dildo in specific ways, and I would imagine I was giving instructions to the imaginary men that is fucking my wife to be.

Kristin felt it was weird but she went along.

About a year before our wedding, I floated the idea of a gangbang, something to mark the end of singlehood.

I suggested that we invite a stranger, someone we would never meet again.

Kristin was horrified at the idea.

She threw a fit.

I don’t blame her.

After all, who could imagine that a few months before you get hitch, your husband to be wants to see you fucking a stranger ?

I tried to explain to her, I told Kristin that I love her and I’m not going to force her to do it.

It’s just for discussion. I want to hear her views. It’s a fetish and fantasy, no different from any of the other things we have done so far. I came clean with her, telling Kristin about my fantasy and fetish.

We ended up quarrelling and left it hanging.

We made up again soon and life went back to normal. There’s a lot of things to get ready for the big day.

I still have sex with Kristin regularly and I no longer hid my interest and fetish.

We would always roleplay the gangbang scenario.

I would always watch Kristin make herself cum with the dildos before I fuck her and made her cum the 2nd round.

From using 1 dildo, we graduated to 2.

Then to 3.

I knew I needed help when I held a dildo for Kristin to suck while fucking her pussy with another when I could use my own dick. That’s not all, I had Kristin’s hands hold onto a dildo each, asking her to pretend she was being gangbanged.

The scenario was that she is stroking 2 men, sucking 1 and being fucked by another. A total of 4.

She came explosively.

So did i.

The more I did it, the deeper I sank. It was not just for me, it was for Kristin as well.

The more she used the dildos, the more she enjoyed them. The varying thickness and length going in and out of all her holes, her hands busy trying to pleasure and serve imaginary men with me encouraging her at the side, Kristin would soak the bed with her natural juices even before her first orgasm.

When vocal calls of lust and moans were no longer enough, I started to engage in conversation at Kristin. I wanted to talk to her, understand her perspective while playing the sick scenario.

James : you like his cock in your mouth ??

Kristin : slurpzzz.. slurpzz yes… ernghh. Yes… slyrpzz…

James : say you like to get gangbang….

Kristin : ernghh.. I like to get gangbang…..ernghh..ernghhh… I like to get gangbang…. Ernghhh

And while Kristin is moaning and saying what I want to hear, I would pleasure her holes with the dildos. The mental stimulation is stronger from the scene I’m seeing is better than the physical one I was feeling with my dick.

There was once I was masturbating while looking at Kristin pleasure herself with a dildo at least 1.5 times the length of my cock when she blurted something out by accident.

Remember I always encouraged her to say ‘ I like to get gangbang ‘, that day, when she came, Kristin shouted the words I want to hear but with a slight variation.

A very slight one.

Instead of ‘ I like ‘ , it came out as ‘I want’

Kristin : ernghhh… ernghhh.. ernghhhh !!!!! I want to get gangbang !!!!!! ernghhhhhhhhh

Just a simple change in the word caused my legs to go soft as I came while stroking my cock. I could have had sex with Kristin, I could have came inside my fiancé but I didn’t. I chose to wank myself off watching her get pleasured to orgasm.

3 months before our big day, Kristin finally relented.

She agreed.

I let as if someone punched me in my stomach.

That feeling cannot be describe.

She agreed to try.

To be fuck by others. To experience the cocks of other men.

I had to rub my eyes and make her say it again to make sure I was not hearing her wrong.

Kristin had some conditions which I had to agree to if she were to do this.

Kristin : I love you James…. I’m doing this for you…

James : I love you too… I really do…. I want to be sure you are ok with it….

She said she would only agree to it if all her conditions are satisfied.

James : ok…. Ok……

First, she will only do it one time. Never again.

James : Ok…. Just one time….

Kristin : I…i….. ….. they must not be people we know….. and we will never meet again… ever……it’s just one time….

That’s a reasonable condition.

I hugged my wife and she embraced me tightly as well. She told me she felt so shameful yet curious, she don’t know how to face me during and after it happens.

She volunteered to wear a blindfold and that I should be one of the participants of the gangbang as well.

Kristin : I want to know at least out of the different cocks I’m satisfying, one of it belongs to you….

My erection pushed hard against my pants the moment my mind processed that statement.

Kristin : and protections … definitely protection….

James : I love you Kristin…. I love you….. I agree … I agree…..

Kristin : and if we quarrel in the future…. This should never be brought up….

I held her hands and said I’m sorry.

James : I’m sorry…. I shouldn’t be asking this of you….

Kristin : I know you really want it….i’m doing it because it’s for you….

We kissed and Kristin continued with her conditions.

Kristin : the men must be.. …. Clean….. no smokers….

James : yes… yes I agree….

Kristin : sure… ?

James : yes….can we….. can we….

Kristin : can we what… ?

James : can we do it…. On our wedding night… ?

I could see the look of surprise on my wife-to-be’s face.

I told her we would have the wedding suite, plenty of alcohol. Once everything is over, we would be tired.

She would have no difficulty having a few drinks and getting tipsy. It would set the conditions right.

It would be a special night for us to mark the end of a chapter.

James : when we wake up…. Together….we will start the first day afresh…. As husband and wife….

Kristin looked away and thought about it for a while before nodding her head.

I hugged Kristin and I kissed her forehead.

The erection I had in my pants was on the verge of exploding.

My wife would get fuck by other men on my wedding night.

I would get to watch it.

This is a dream come true.

I am agreeable to the terms, to her conditions. I am agreeable to all of it.

However it’s only going to happen once.

Just once, never again.

If I don’t take the opportunity to do everything I want to, I might never get the chance again.

I took a few days to formulate my plan before I put something together.

It’s sick.

It’s perverted.

I can’t believe an idea like this is running through my head and I could not believe I was excited to be thinking about it.

I knew what I wanted to do.

Kristin agreed to 2 other.

Instead of just 2 man, I’m going to find 5 others.

That’s not all.

Since it’s going to happen only once, I want to record it.

I want to record what happened, keep it safe in a vault only I know of.

Then on nights when the urge gets irresistible, I will be able to replay that night not only in my head, but on a screen. I want to be able to relive that gangbang moment again.

My wedding night where I get to watch my wife being fucked by men she never met and will never meet again.

I could feel my heartrate go off the chart even just imagining what would happen.

What would the men do to Kristin ?

Will they follow my instructions ?

How will they undress her and remove her gown ?

How many times will my wife cum while having her holes filled ?

Will she be able to tell which one is me and which one is not ?

I’m even thinking of switching out totally, even if it’s just for a short moment.

A few precious seconds of just hanging back and taking in the scene of Kristin moaning while having all her holes filled.

All the variables and the possibilities are endless.

I only know I want to keep every moment of this etched into my head.

Every moment of it and Kristin must never know about the video and the photos.

Never.

Do I feel guilty ? Of course I do but the urge, the urge to do it is getting stronger every passing day.

Kristin agreed to it.

And for the last bit.

The most arousing thought of all.

I’m going to invite those men to my wedding as guests. This is something Kristin must never know about.

Right from the moment they step into the reception posing as friends or ex-colleagues, I want to see the look in their eyes.

I want to feel the same excitement they feel.

The excitement and anticipation of knowing that they are going to get to fuck the bride on her wedding night after the banquet is over.

First….

I would need to find the men who want to fuck Kristin, and something tells me it would not be a difficult task at all.

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