#ella french ass!

[crazycolorstarfish]

I'm sure that's probably true that Cerelyn Davis has a Phat Ass.

Her Gyatt is vibrating. Aréanah Preston's Jiggly Level 7 Gyatt is vibrating.

Cerelyn Davis has a Phat Gyatt. Her Gyatt is so Phat.

I know what turns Cerelyn Davis into a vampire, is a blood sucking bat.

I really like her Phat Gyatt, she makes it clap like a good girl.

[softlyella]

SOFTLY ELLA WELCOME PAGE

🌟 staring: Ella

🌹 intro: Hi, i'm Ella, a 30 something woman (she/her) in France who loves to write and decided to share her writings with he world. Thus the birth of this blog, where you'll find writings, musings, and the occasional horny posting.

🌿 me: 

i'm quite tall, and curvy;

Hopeless Romantic, I believe in true lov and divine unions;

Spiritual. I meditate a lot. Read tarot and learned energy & astrology through my lineage & my ancestors;

I am artistic & a little nerdy; I love to paint and write, and read. I like animes, mangas, manwha. and the IT crowd. (that's a joke and if you get it, there's a kiss for you!).

I also love cooking, particularly for others.

I'm pretty introverted and quiet irl. There's only so much "people-ing" I can take. If I'm comfortable with you, I can either talk your ear off or sit in comfortable silence for 5h.

I'm very sensitive, have quite an emotional depth.

I'm very sexual. (That does not mean I'm your slut or your personal sex toy. And I'm very clear about that boundary.) It's pretty impossible for me to be intimate with someone I have no feelings for.

I'm very flirty, and it's honestly a natural state of being, that's how I talk with people.

For the astrology girlies, boy lies and theylies, yes I am a Libra. Stellium. Do with that as you wish.

Note that I do not feel comfortable chatting with anyone under the age the 20.

© Sofltyella. All rights reserved. Any reposting, modifying any of my creative work is not allowed. Translating my creative pieces is not allowed.

👑 Boundaries: You can send me asks. Introduce yourself, be nice & polite. Or be naughty, but I won't be as nice…. You can compliment my writing, react to something I've written, ask if I can write a story...

⚔️Don't call me yours. That's only with my consent. Please don't call me mistress either. It makes me feel like a school teacher (it sounds the same in french). Cute names are reserved for the people I know and chat with. You can call me Miss Ella.

🪷My Dms are blocked. That's reserved for mutuals or people I've gotten to know and appreciate. My DMs were filled with rude ass, entitled men demanding my attention or that I 'play' with them, helping them get them off. And they turned really disgusting when I drew boundaries. So since y'all can't behave, you're cut off.

I am a woman. If you want my attention, you need to earn it.

[fraudulent-cheese]

So i watched episodes 3 to 8 of Pahkitew Island

Again, watched these with my buddy @rockin-it-rusty! And, holy shit these episodes have got me genuinly wondering why Pahkitew's so hated.

I'll go over the negatives first; the challenges are kinda eh. The Truth or Scare one is great, and the cave one is interesting due to it's hints at the Fake Island reveal (as heavy handed as they were), but most of these were just pretty out there to me? They mostly felt like an excuse to put the characters in situations mostly. Just have Topher make a narration joke, give Max and Scarlett an interaction, have Sky and Dave dance around eachother all due to a thing the challenge made them do. I don't mind the first two much, but the last one gets super repetitive man. Glad they mixed it up a bit by making Shawn try to wingman Dave though, i like their friendship! im a bigger dashawn shipper now oops

ANYWAYS IMA TALK ABOUT THE CHARACTERS NOW BECAUSE LET'S BE HONEST, THE CHARACTERS CARRY THE SHOW!

Amy... Ok im very mixed on her. On one hand, she serves her role as the mean twin relatively well. But on the other, that's all she really is! Her one trait is being mean and hating her sister, and that's all she really does! Granted she has a thing? Where she gets sayings (?) wrong, or just gets words wrong (she says parfait is german. it's french. i would know) which! could hint at something! (maybe less smart than her sister?) but they don't do shit with her outside of her swimming back to the island in episode 5. god i wanna rewrite this season so badly now to give her a bigger role. idk shoutouts to Twinning with a Twist for redeeming her while still giving her some edge ig.

Rodney. i uh

I haven't thought about him since his elimination honestly. I just doooooon't care about him it's crazy. Most forgettable guy in the entire series.

Sammy! Ok back to the siblings rambles! I wish the show leaned into her scheming more. Girl in five episodes pulled identity theft and did nothing else. Why. Her relationship with Jasmine is adorable, and i wish she got Jasmine to call her by her actual name, and a personality too! It's really a shame man :(

Sidenote, but like her team fucking hated her for some reason??? Like what. I know it's because of that one scene, but really?

Ella!! My sweet girl Ella!!! She didn't do anything wrong man she just likes singing leave her alone!!! Chris really fucking hates her and it's pretty entertaining at least, but i'd say his beef with Topher's funnier. She has a nice singing voice, and i love how passionate she is about fairytales and stuff. You could do so much with the Prince thing and the show... didn't. Like what even was that. Conflict that wasn't one that lasts an episode. what

Gotta say though, her elimination was fucking ass, Max 100% should've been kicked instead of her.

Topher. Ah the opher. He's a special case, even in the context of Pahkitew Island itself! Because the dude's not here for the game. He's here to meet his idol, Chris Mclean (he really knows how to pick em, huh). I like the progression he's got, from wanting his approval to straight up wanting to host the game instead of him. I'll admit, my opinion's a little skewed since i am mutuals with the Topher guy on Tumblr, but i like him regardless!

His relationship with Chris is easily one of the more interesting parts of the season, mostly because a 30-something year old dude having beef with a teenage fan is hilarious, and you could definitely spin it in a sad way from Topher's perspective.

It also helps that he's genuinely funny! His few interactions with the other campers are also pretty fun, he dgaf about them it's great.

Im kind of mixed on Dave, i'll be real. On one hand, im glad they ditched the whole "he doesn't like anyone on this Island" trait three episodes in because that would've gotten. SO ANNOYING. SO FAST. (hell i'd argue it was already annoying), and him being a hopeless romantic could be a fun trait, if done right. It also helps that he's really pathetic and i find that funny. His friendship with Shawn's fun too!

But on the other hand... Yeah, even before the finale the Skave plotline's really boringgg. They just dance around eachother for half the season for like! No reason! Please just have a conversation, even if it takes other people to sit them down to have it! I know why they didn't because the finale needed them to not actually talk about it but at least have Sky tell him she'll explain later or have him not be a coward and ask her about it himself!!! ack!!

Also the thing with him and Ella went literally nowhere. I have 0 feelings about it because it's just there for some reason. Idk they just really wanted to shoehorn in romance for every girl this season huh.

Scarlett's a really underutilized character pre-Island reveal. The bulk of her interactions with the other campers are with Max, who has a ton of screentime for some reason (which i don't personally really mind but i'll explain later) which honestly sucks because she's a fun character! I want to compare her to Twilight Sparkle at the very start of MLP. She's smart, she knows it, she can communicate with her teammates just fine and just chooses not to usually. I like her alot! Im just... really disapointed that she's so in the background usually; if anyone's a wasted character in tdpi, outside of the Twins i'd say it's her.

Her legit wanting to kill Max is great though. That's how i'd react to him irl. Don't get the Max saying she had a crush on him three episodes in, or the quip Chris made during the team switching tho.

SPEAKING OF WHICH, MAX! I swear, i was convinced i'd find this guy annoying pre-watch but uh... I like this guy! No really, i do! He's like Mal, only the narrative doesn't take him seriously in the slightest and it's hilarious to watch! Im like Sugar in that one clip, i am laughing at this buffoon's intelligence, and his stupid catchphrase, and his "evil" plans, and his general delivery! Max is funny!

Even when the Scarlett "minion" thing kicked in i still found him funny! Don't get me wrong, i wish he'd gotten out earlier (ESPECIALLY when he was supposed to get kicked in the episode Ella got eliminated into) or just gotten less screentime in general, but in the season proper, yeah he's a funny guy! Big gimmick, but i like him! Please don't add nuance to him, i don't care

Jasmine... certaintly exists! I'd call her the Season's rock, the one character that's emotionally intelligent on the show. She's fun in general, and also the only one noticing things going wrong with the robotic island. As said before, her relationship with Sammy is great to see, and i wished we'd see more of her and Sky's friendship and uh. For there to be more between her and Shawn? Because the only things i've retained is that they blushed at eachother once and then trust issues party because he hit her once during a challenge and that completely broke her trust in him - which, could be an interesting aspect of her character to explore since if that's all it took for her to pull a 180 on Shawn, the girl must have a complicated relationship with trust. That's an interesting flaw! It also shows up with her rapport in Sky in the later episodes of this batch, and. GOD. I wish it was developped man!

The issue? Yeah it's dragged on so longggg man! It's frustating to watch frankly because i really wish they'd resolve this conflict quicker since it's like. The same thing every episode :( to my knowledge it's solved in episode 9, but it did NOT need to be dragged out for 4 episodes.

Unrelated to her charater, but her height difference with the other campers is kind of ridiculous. In some shots the characters look so small compared to her it's crazyyy

Ok, now. Sugar. I'll be honest? She's great! She's just a menace and doing her own thing and it's fun to watch! She's also interesting in terms of backstory since she's canonically a pageant queen; her relationship with Ella is greatly impacted by this, since she heavily suspects her of lying to her face when it's just. Ella being Ella. Similar thing to her opinion on Topher; she doesn't like him for his sucking up to Chris, the host (something that Rusty probably agrees with). I fucking wish she was more popular because then people would look into her more, but alas. She's a female, plus sized character in Pahkitew Island, so considering the Fandom's biases, it was never going to happen. U_U

OK TIME FOR ZOMBIE BOY. So, Shawn. He's definitely more present in these episodes than he was before, and, again, i think he's fun! He's a weird little guy. He's got interesting skills (his camouflage, legit parkour, general athleticism) and his personality's interesting as well compared to the other guys. The zombie thing is fine, actually, because they do different things with it over the course of these episodes. Not much to say about him, he's a solid character to me and i wish he had more interactions with the cast outside of Dave and his pining for Jasmine. Who he's talked to like, five times at this point? Again, they probably should've talked stuff out faster than this for me to actually enjoy it. Oh well.

And finally, Sky. She's an interesting case for me? She's fine, mostly. She's the Normal Person™️ of the cast to me, and that means she really struggles to grab me. It's made worse by her main plot being a basic romance plot where the gimmick is that she's a reasonable human being and Dave isn't. And neither are able to have a normal fucking conversation about it either. The mixed signals thing could've been interesting, but this is Fresh TV writters, so of course it didn't end up that way. I assume the episodes without Dave are the ones where her personality shines more? Because so far she's just been really reserved and calm. And said she'd "focus on the competition only" And then. Doesn't. Really. God i wish this season treated it's female characters better :(

OK SO OVERALL THOUGHTS:

Im mixed on alot of the character decisions

god i wished these people talked more

the screentime is not well split among the cast

the romance plots and pacing of the Island plot are the weakest parts of this season

the challenges are fine

Why does Chef have 5 lines total.

Pahkitew Island does NOT deserve the overly negative rep it gets in this Fandom, at least based on the first 8 episodes.

[offorestsongs]

my OCs + their names

i always have fun naming my OCs, especially since it's always either something symbolic and meaningful or something totally random and kind of stupid. it's especially fun with TWST OCs since i try to follow the in-game naming conventions and those are just about the perfect mix of meaningful and kind of stupid, and since i'm sick and bored, here's some rambles about my OCs names

LYSANDER

theres actually no particular reason why i came up with this name lmao

it just kind of. popped up in my mind as i was trying to come up with a design for him (fun fact, i really just sat down one day and was all like "i'm just going to design my Yuu for funsies, i'm not going to do anything with it" and welp. look where i am now). my OCs just kinda name themselves sometimes. y'know how it is

but i had the name for him before i actually had his personality down and actually when coming up with his personality, i took a lot of inspiration from just the vibes his name gave me

also. this bitch

this bitch is the reason why i now dress like a victorian gentleman and i definitely had him on the back of my mind when making my own Lysander so you can see where some of his vibe came from

also in-universe Lysander named himself by just googling stuff like "fancy male names" and going on websites for baby names (the classic trans experience) lmao

since he doesn't remember his last name, i'm not really using it, but he does have one

his last name is actually Sinclair

i'm only saying that because it also has a kind of random backstory; there's a fanfic for a different fandom that rewired my brain chemistry when i was in high school. in that fic, the author used the last name Sinclair as a fanon name for one of the characters and i've been obsessed with it ever since lol

ROSIENNE MINUIT

Rosienne also kinda named himself

like, his name just popped up in my head when i was thinking about him and i was like OH MY GOD THAT'S GENIUS

like, it's an obvious pun on rose and it sounds kinda french so like. it's perfect

truly the only moment i've ever used my one singular braincell

also it's supposed to be pronounced Row-zien

i knew from the beginning i wanted his last name to be french from the beginning (since, you know, Beauty and the Beast is a french tale) so i just kinda flipped thru a dictionary lmao

his last name means "midnight" - i know in the Disney version Belle has to confess her love to the Beast before the last petal of the rose falls but i've seen some retellings of Beauty and the Beast where Belle has to do it before midnight of an x day or something idk

KALLE BRUNNE

heavens Kalle's name gave me SO MUCH trouble i was close to just giving up lmao

Kalle is a very obvious pun on "cauldron" because like, what else

i played around with a few different spellings of it before i settled on this one; i wanted to pick Kelle at first but that just kinda sounds bad

my first idea for their last name was Shard, as in, glass shard (since his signature spell is called Seaglass) but i discarded it because i wanted to play into the color theme the Octavinelle has going on with their names

"brunne" comes from "brun", which is brown in danish

danish because the author of the original Little Mermaid, Hans Christian Andersen was Danish and i love him (i grew up with this big ass book of his tales, it definitely gave me some trauma as a child) so i thought it would be a cute reference

ELIOTT EMBERS

his name definitely wins the "kind of stupid" category (and i say this with affection don't worry)

my thought process was literally just Cinderella -> Ella -> Eliott?

same with his last name; cinder, that's just ash, what are some other ash-related words?

and put together it has alliteration and that's always good in names

that's literally it i don't have anything else to add here lmao

SWALLOW REYNARD

as i've said in his intro post, his last name is a reference to Reynard the Fox, a character from medieval literature that was a partial inspiration for the Robin Hood movie

as you can see i like little literary references lmao

it was supposed to be spelled differently at first but my brain didn't want to vibe with that so i just stuck to Reynard

his name tho definitely crosses into the "kinda stupid territory"

Robin is a common bird so i wanted to name him after a different bird

i was actually debating between Swallow and Swift but i've decided Swift may be a bit too on the nose and also i just don't think it works that well as a first name

[peaky-shelby]

Define Me | Neymar x OC [10]

Summary: Famous Singer and Actress, Gabriella Hamill, travels to Qatar after being invited on live television by her favorite player, Lionel Messi. Despite the invitation, Ella tries to avoid the cameras and hide in plain side, wanting to enjoy the games without the chaos that comes with being in Public places and it all seems to be going well until she meets Neymar Jr. in this bad boy meets good girl story, the definition of good and bad is lost between the lines and redefined by the past and future.

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Writer's note: I'll see you down at the end of this post for the goodbyes 🥺 a special look on Ella's notebook in the end hehe

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1 YEAR, 67 DAYS LATER - PARIS - TOUR'S FINAL SHOW

“Set the lights- where the fuck is Gabriella? Maggie?” Maggie raised her head from the phone, her eyes betraying her nerves. The concert director shook her head “She has 5 minutes”

“She will be here in 2” Assured Maggie and ran down the long halls of the stadium. You could hear the screaming, the anticipation, everyone’s energy from the other side of the stadium. They were yelling Gabriella’s name, they were cheering and jumping while Maggie was trying to find her- “FUCK!” Maggie bumped on a small figure and looking up her face got calmer, her heart returning to normal “Where the hell have you been?”

“I was on the control room- “Maggie grabbed her by the hand to get her under the stage. “Messi’s here. With the kids.”

“Is that who you were looking for?” she asked, even though she already knew the answer. Gabriella didn’t respond. The tour director saw them, running to them and grabbing Gabriella from her other hand, pulling her on the right spot. She fixed her hair, untying some of her curls and examined the black dress she was wearing. It was only one of the outfits she would be changing into tonight.

“We go live in 3, do not fucking move Hamill.”

“Be honest you’re gonna miss this.” Gabriella teased, poking her on the shoulder.

The tour director didn’t say anything at first. Then she hugged her. “Thanks for not being a drunk fucking moron all the time. It was a good tour!” Gabriella laughed by the embrace, her eyes widening while she looked over at Maggie who seemed to be surprised as well. “Would have been nice if you let me do the final show in LA.” She backed away “Just have fun out there. Prove to those French guys they are getting the best fucking show of tour.”

“I will.” She smiled

The director started looking around nervously “Where the fuck is Marc-“ She pulled out her microphone, speaking on it “Marc you fucking piece of shit, get your ass on your position-“ she left, leaving Maggie and Gabriella laughing.

“And she’s back”’ Singed Gabriella.

“Never thought I’d meet someone more Nervical than me.” Said Maggie. Gabriella smiled, one of the assistants handed her the microphone, wishing her well. Maggie looked at her, making sure everything was set. “You good?”

“Sure.”

“What were you really doing up there?”

“You know exactly what I was doing.” She huffed “What if he shows up? What If he comes with his girlfriend?”

“He wouldn’t do that to you.”

“I kinda wish he would. It would make hating him easier.”

“You don’t have to hate him.”

“You did.” She smiled.

“Just take a deep breath. Do the show. Alright?”

Gabriella noted, she heard the drum role from over the stage. She smiled. It was time. The director was counting down the seconds on her ear and before she knew it, she was up on stage, welcomed by the crowd. She found herself searching for him during most of her acts. When she sat down to play “define me” on the piano, she was examining the entire crowd, waiting see him there but he wasn’t there. He was nowhere.

“ELLA!” The kids ran up to her, she tried to pick them both up at the same time but she fell backwards on the couch behind her. All three of them laughing while their mother and father, Antonella and Messi watched them laughing. She hadn’t seen them ever since the final. She could still remember the feeling, the thrill of watching Leo scoring and in the end winning.

She got up from the couch, throwing herself at him to hug him. Antonella joined the hug, smiling. The sat backstage for almost an hour, talking about the good and the bed of the previous year. All the time Gabriella wanted to ask about a specific someone but she was hesitating, asking anything but that. She told them stories of her time on tour, of every country she had been and of course Argentina. The kids drifted off to sleep just an hour later.

“They are adorable.” Said Gabriella, standing across from the wide couch they had taken shelter on. She was standing by the table with the drinks, Messi and Antonella were sitting together on a wooden chair, Antonella on his lap, arms wrapped around him. Gabriella smiled at the sight “You’re adorable as well.” She said, making them laugh. Antonella kissed Leo on the cheek. This was a different kind of love. One that Gabriella had yet to know. It wasn’t just passion and hunger, it was comfort. It looked comforting. But she knew it had it’s hardships as well. And if that kind of love had it’s hardships then how could there ever be a love for her that wasn’t just pain and heartbreak.

Messi got up, Antonella standing up with him. He went to wake the kids while she made her way closer to Ella.

“How is it?” Asked Gabriella, a question that slipped of her lips before she could stop it. Antonella gave her a look of confusion before realizing the question, her expression changed to something along the lines of pity. She reached for her hair, her fingers untangling them, Gabriella closed her eyes. Taking in the feeling.

“It’s not easy. But it’s worth it in the end.”

She gulped. She was thinking about him again, she wanted to stop it. “What happens when he is not there? When he has long trainings or long trips? What happens when he doesn’t show?”

Antonella let out a loud breath. Thinking about it. She bit the inside of her cheek “You learn to live with it. You know he’ll show up next time. So, keep his place on the table and you wait”

Gabriella laughed “if lose is setting up a place in a table for someone that’s never coming home, I think I’ll pass”

“This is not about a place in a table though, right?” They looked at each other. Gabriella felt like a kid, being told off by her mother. “This is about an empty seat in a crowded room.” she smiled. Gabriella looked away anxiously, looking at her half empty glass. She bit her bottom lip, tabbing on her glass with her finger.

“Is he happy? With her?”

“I feel like any answer I may gave you will still hurt you.” She wasn’t wrong about that. “He wanted to come. He’s been debating over it for weeks.” She tasted a tear on her lips, wiping it away quickly “He was scared it would do more harm than good.” Gabriella nodded. Sniffing back whatever tear might escape her eyes next.

“Yeah.” Was all she said, she faked a smile.

After that Antonella and Leo left with the kids and Gabriella got up on the stage again. The employees were taking down all the fancy decorations but there was glitter and confetti on the floor. The piano was still up there, she hit a few notes on it while walking past it and sat on the edge of the stage, looking over at the empty stadium. A bottle of beer in her hands, she took a sip. She liked seeing the stadium after the concerts, enjoying the silence. There was beauty in the chaos after the party, it made her feel so ordinary. Her legs didn’t even reach the ground, that’s how tall the stage was. She would swing them back and forth on the beat of a tune in her head, humming along.

She sensed someone standing behind her and she twisted her body to see who it was, his name almost slipping her lips but it was just Maggie. Carrying all the bags with the extra clothes. “Should I wait in the car?”

She didn’t respond. She thought about it. What would staying here succeed? He wasn’t coming. She shook her head, giving up “no” she said and went to stand up when suddenly-

“Sir you can’t be in here!” Called one of the guards and Gabriella looked at that direction. A guard raising his hands to stop a Man dressed in a black hoodie from entering. Her breath hitched on her throat; her heartbeat seemed to pause for what seemed like hours. He raised his head, his eyes falling on her, meeting hers. Each of them frozen. The bottle slipped from her hand, breaking on the stage, glass shattering in front of her legs. Maggie jumped back. The guard turned to look behind him. Gabriella and he just stood still, like nothing had happened. One of them had to move, had to say something. The guard turned his attention back at the man in the hoodie to push him out of the stadium but he pulled down his hoodie, finally showing his whole face. His beard, his cheekbones, his hair, every single detail on his face “Neymar” she whispered. She slipped of the stage “It’s ok Steve! He’s with me!” She said quickly while walking over to him, closing the distance between them. Steve walked away.

She was close now, close enough to be able to smell his cologne. Memories coming back in glimpses in her head. Things they said, things they did. You don’t realize how much you’ve missed someone until you meet them again and you feel your heart sinking, every part of your body begging to touch them, hold them, kiss them, love them. All of a sudden, she could feel his bite on her neck, her hand automatically reached for that spot like it was still fresh. All of a sudden, she could feel his hands on her body ghosting her, haunting her. But they didn’t touch each other, they only stared. He was dressed simply, in black. A bouquet of flowers in his hands. He looked so real.

“you’re late” she said in a whisper. A smile appeared for seconds in his face. It faded away so quick if she had blinked, she would have missed.

“I’m sorry” he said “I…” he stopped “I wasn’t going to come. Then I… I saw antonella’s Instagram story and I came- for the first half. I got an actual ticket so I didn’t have to give my name, so you wouldn’t know…” he explained “Because I wanted to see you but I wasn’t sure I could talk to you. I wasn’t sure I wanted to. Then you played that song…” she knew exactly what song he was talking about. She crossed her arms on her chest “I left before the concert was over.”

“Why did you come back?”

“Because I realized it was an asshole move.” He answered quickly like he had rehearsed it. He handed her the bouquets, waiting for her to take it “Didn’t want you thinking I’m an asshole again.” She looked at the flowers. She slowly took them in her hands, raising them up to her face to smell them. She closed her eyes, enjoying the aroma. She moved them back down. She wanted to smile but she couldn’t. Looking in her eyes was hard for him; all he could see was pain. Pain that he had caused. He made a step forward and at the same time she made a step back to keep her distance. It broke his heart “I’m sorry” he said.

“You don’t have to apologize.” She said quickly “It was a mutual decision; we knew the consequences.”

“I hurt you.”

“You didn’t” she argued “We agreed we’d move on. It hurt both of us but we had to-“

“But I didn’t move on.” He topped her voice. She didn’t argue to that, she just watched him in shock. “Maybe I did physically-“ he explained, getting closer" But not emotionally because I still think about you-“ he raised his hands so quickly she couldn’t back away before he put his hands behind her neck, basically grabbing her entire face and forcing her to look at him and only him “I think about you every night- it’s driving me insane, it’s eating me alive the way my heart’s been stuck on the same beat ever since I met you- every since I left you-“ His thumbs caressing her chin, she closed her eyes.

“Neymar-“ it was a cry for help. It was begging, it was her breaking.

“I tried- I’ve been trying so hard. I know it’s messy, I know it’s gonna stink but it can’t be harder than what I’ve been going through for the last year and a half-“She leaned her forehead on his, her body shaking while she sobbed in his hold and his grip around her face tightened. He didn’t know If it was his or her tears that he was tasting but the salt was intoxicating his lips, his wounds. He wanted to kiss her and he was holding back with whatever power he had left. She shook her head against his, slowly. She grasped his arms, her fingers deepening in his skin “Come back to me please”

“I can’t” she cried “Cause if I do, I’ll never be able to leave again. That’s why I didn’t text, that’s why I didn’t call-“she was rambling, she knew it. She wanted to curse and scream but she had no strength to do either and her raspy voice was breaking his heart in pieces “I thought the longer I delayed coming here- I thought time would heal this-" she punched his chest “I can’t-“ she repeated.

He got closer, his lips brushing against hers. “Let me love you- please. Let me love you because if you don’t I swear to God I’ll lose my mind.” A bigger sob escaped her mouth, a louder cry as she leaned closer to him, half her weight falling on him “you see the things is… I don’t know how to love anyone else but you” he whispered, his eyes closing. His lips mold into hers and she accepts his love. He kisses away all her tears, tasting them, drinking them along with his own and she gives into him, her arms finding their place around his neck while his stay to her face, holding her like he was making sure she wouldn’t disappear or run away and she kissed him back like an addict, who needs his daily dose. Their bodies tied together in the empty stadium, glitter and confetti shining under them and silence surrounding them. She grasps his hoodie, holding the fabric in her fists while she pulls him closer, she is breathing through him, he is her oxygen, he is her everything in that moment and she’s still sobbing and he is still giving her his all. Loving her in the way that he could only love her. Both of them defining each other, defining their future, redefining their past, redefining themselves from broken to tangled. Tangled with each other from now till forever. He was hers and she was his.

Were the troubles over? No. Was it a fairytale happy ending? No. But she let herself be loved again, she let him touch her, some night even own her or the other way around. She let him hold her heart. And it was hard because it came with distance and struggles-

"how is it being a football girlfriend?” they'd ask her and she'd laugh. Blushing.

"oh i don't know. It comes with the long distance territory wether we like it or not but we are hanging in there. It's hard but we..." She'd smile at the interviewer "close our eyes, close our ears and just live in the moment. He taught me how to do that."

She’d go to his games wearing his jersey, his name and number on the back. He’d go to her concerts, her premieres, her events screaming her lyrics, clapping, introducing her to the world as his greatest gift. She felt bad sometimes for her parents, she hadn’t worn that Argentina jersey for a long time, but looking herself in the mirror, dressed in the yellow and green colors she could only think of him. He’d join her, wrap his arms around her, kiss her neck while she watched him from the mirror, smiling “It suits you” he’d say.

"Yeah, it does.” She’d respond.

^^^^ this is the song that basically inspired the entire series after i wrote it. I wanna say thank you to everyone that followed along and read this story. I'd suggest you take a look on New Romantics (my other series) bc i may or may not have little crossovers planned for the two series. 👀👀 This may not be a final goodbye bc Ella and Neymar's story is obviously not ever they have a lot of things to deal with still so maybe I'll be writing a couple of their adventures but until then ILY all and thank you for love you gave this. i hope the ending was satisfying enough 👀

[freakshowtwopointoh]

Anything You Can Do - Cross The Line Part 4

Anything you can be, I can be greater

Sooner or later I'm greater than you

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“Do it again, freshie. This time, at least try to keep your legs straight.” It’s hard to complain about free tutoring from one of the best dancers in the company, but it becomes much easier when your teacher is Jordan Li. Nothing was ever good enough, and every correction was peppered with insults. But she could never bring herself to refuse their help. Not when the results of the auditions were about to come out. She performed the dance again, refraining from rolling her eyes. “And try to keep the frustration off of your face. You look constipated.” 

“It’d be easier if you didn’t insist on being an ass at every opportunity.”

“Again, freshie.”

And so she does it again. And again. And again. Until every muscle aches and it feels like the steps are blurring together into a blob of french nonsense. She stops, breathing heavily. She takes a swig from her water bottle. 

“Jesus, this is harder than when I was actually working with a coach.”

“You must’ve had a really shitty coach.” Jordan says simply, watching her as she pants. “Had enough?”

“For now, unless you want me fainting in the studio.” She says, chuckling as she unties her pointe shoes. “God, you’re lucky, you don’t have to deal with these bitches. If you could dance pointe, you might actually be the best dancer in this whole school.” She says absently. But she hears Jordan suck a breath through their teeth, and it's clear she’s hit some kind of nerve. 

“I don’t need cups on my feet to be the best dancer in this fucking school.” They snap, and leave faster than she even thought possible. Whoops. She finishes gathering her things, trying to figure out when the banter became... not banter. 

Ella shakes her head, and makes her way home. Jordan Li is an enigma in a leather jacket, and a distraction from her goals.

The next morning, the callback list was emailed to everyone who auditioned. There were two pairings competing for Romeo and Juliet: Luke and Cate, and Jordan and ... her?

Oh shit. 

Going into rehearsal, she kept her head down. She knew that everyone would be looking at her, talking about her. Not that she isn’t used to that, but now, its because the freshman got called back for the lead. And she was dancing with Jordan Li, the junior who kept getting snubbed for the lead. She begins stretching, feeling her thighs complain from the practice last night. Today is going to be a long day.

Jordan’s POV

Jordan knew that they needed to change partners if they wanted this part. First, because she’s the freshman. The freshman who is constantly on their mind, and constantly fucking shit up. Second, because she’s naive. Talking back to them, taunting them with her pointe shoes like she’s never thought about another person’s feelings before in her life. She’s just like every other snobby girl here - convinced that they are God’s gift to dance and that everyone else exists only to lift them up on stage. At least they’d danced with some of the other girls before. But Ella was just so green, so ... raw. And not to mention, every time they saw her dance, especially alone in the rehearsal room, they couldn’t help but stare. Each movement born from the music and her body working with the music to create new art. 

And yes, they were jealous. Jealous because she was right - she was the first dancer at this godforsaken company that was actually on their level. That actually lived and breathed dance. She was a dancer that .... 

No. Jordan shakes their head violently, expelling the thought from their head. They need to focus on themself, and getting that role. And they could not do that with a distraction like Ella Jackson. 

After class, when Ella did her usual duck-and-run routine (probably to go waste Daddy’s money at some stupid boutique or whatever), they went up to Lynne to try to convince her to change partners.

“Look, I know you know what you’re doing, but you have to understand, I need a more experienced dancer to shine. I’m not here to babysit, I’m here to excel.” They said hurriedly. 

“I paired you with Miss Jackson for a reason. And it was not, as you put it, to babysit. Don’t doubt my judgment, Li. I’ve told you this many times.”

They sighed, and went to say something else, but she cut them off with a wave of her hand. 

“I have other things to do than explain myself to you. Now shoo, you have practicing to do. This is not an easy Pas De Deux, as I’m sure you know.”

“Yes, madame. Good night.” She nods at them, and walks off to her office. They run their hands through their hair, frustrated. Then, begrudgingly, they head to the rehearsal room. 

When Ella arrives, they’re already snapping their third piece of cinnamon gum. The music queued on the stereo, and they’re focused on the script. Of course they hear her come in, but they don’t acknowledge her.

She clears her throat. “Hello? Earth to Li.”

“Yes, I see you. Why aren’t you warming up?” They say coldly. She rolls her eyes, and they bite back their irritation. Couldn’t she see that they were doing her a favor? They could always be meaner. She begins to warm up, and Jordan keeps reading through the choreo, trying to locate parts of the dance that would allow them to keep their distance. There were none. This dance is pure romance, and a few of the lifts require very precise positioning of their hands.

This is going to be interesting.

Ella’s POV

She doesn’t know if it was her comments last time, the fact that they were paired together, or just a general dislike, but Jordan was especially irritable during their first callback rehearsal. They spent the whole time watching her like a hawk, not dancing at all, as if nothing had changed. Snapping that fucking gum, having her repeat the routine over and over and over again with very little information on how she should be dancing. By the end of the night, she was ready to strangle them. 

“Again, freshie.” She clenched her jaw so tight it hurt her teeth. “And get that look off of your face.” She narrowed her eyes, and considered storming out. But she took a deep breath, and settled into position. Jordan chuckled, and started the music. She did the routine one more time, keeping her mind focused on the music alone, and when she was done, she was actually almost proud. She sat down to take her shoes off, and Jordan cleared their throat. “You’re not done here.”

“Yes, actually, I am.” Ella says simply, massaging her feet. “There’s only so much verbal abuse I can take at a time.” Jordan laughed once, humorlessly. 

“Whatever you say, freshie. I’m not complaining.” She finished packing up her stuff.

“Oh, Jordan? Um, I’m sorry. For yesterday. That was a low blow.” She says it quickly, and leaves the room before they can give her a clever retort, or ask her to explain further.

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au by @poppy-metal

edits by @barbieprincesshilton

[alumort]

at first my job was sooo frustrating but they promoted me from customer service to medical and i actually like it now LOL i even have fun! i dont find it as a chore as before xd

for context im a medical spanish-english interpreter and theres many funny tales, cant go too deep bc of hippa(and bc i literally forgot when these happened too XD) but some are:

me helping out a woman answer the personal info questions for her insurance, she saying her pronoun is "ella"(she/her) and being in auto mode, instead of saying she/her i said "ella" in spanish. the three of us laughed

i had to do a dial out to an old lady, tried 4 times but she didnt reply. client went "can you help me write an email" so hence began a funny scene where i translated the message, and helped her spell it (example- radiology in spanish is radiologia, so id say "radiology but with an i and an a at the end instead of a y" and things like that)

a woman said her husband gave her a cookie. in a latam country(idk which one bc i struggle telling some accents/dialects apart if theyre not from countries neighboring argentina), "cookie" in that context meant that her husband hit her

older people LOVE chitchat but im not allowed to chitchat... tho if i think they Need To Talk or that they just need to relax, i do. they love to ask where im from and one of em even said i sound like a machine; argentinians are the italians of latam and we sound Italian (bc of lots of italian immigration), but i prefer to use a more neutral voice and dialect so more people can understand me. LITERALLY EVERYONE IS SHOCKED WHEN I TELL THEM IM ARGENTINIAN bc i sound like a machine when working.

related to the above, an old man was happy to hear i could work from home and help. and that i have a job bc everyone is aware of the Disaster that my country is in rn. thank you, kind old man!

another man excitedly telling me he wanted to be a french-spanish interpreter! so i told him that he might have luck, but he had to look up online.

my neutral ass voice and dialect literally help ppl calm down xD

i'm still amazed at the amount of people who have diabetes/get pregnant like. theres not been a single day since i got promoted that i havent received both a diabetes and a pregnancy-related call

when i worked in customer service and told people to have a nice day after i was over with interpreting, people were always shocked... i feel so bad bc thats a sign on how shitty people are to customer service employees in usa xd

USA INSURANCES ARE SO CONFUSING AND SCUMMY????????

in the almost 7 months ive been working here only 1 person asked me how i was before starting to translate lol but everyone is nice now that im on medical ^_^

i still confuse a, e, and i when people spell them out to me. PLEASE SAY A AS IN APPLE, E AS IN ECHO, I AS IN ISLAND...... SAVE ME

latine people say god bless you so much LMAO and theyre so thankful to me for helping em out. ive been blessed by god at least a hundred times now

thats all i can think of rn xd it is fun now

[crazycolorstarfish]

That's why I like my girly fans.

Ella French's ass started vibrating when I went full throttle with my Harley.

Aréanah Preston's Jiggly Level 7 Gyatt is vibrating due to my full throttle with a motorcycle.

[aresenics]

𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 others to tell him what he wants, facial cues are effortlessly noted: the way she nearly leans forward with the desire to spill, her running thought of a reply so clearly a half - assed truth. if he were a different person, more gentler, more quieter, perhaps he'd allow this to pass as a simple defiance children planted in their chest, blooming as soon as they're able to decide on their own. as such, she decides that she's not swaying from the choice to stay & she is her father's daughter. her shift in topic elicits a look of curiosity. for the moment, he allows it. indulges in it. a common knowledge among the de la rosa's that any lieu of gossip lures the man far too easily than it should. smart. ❛ so i've heard, ❜ he says in a low mutter, a conversation had with her father & the way she'd properly introduced herself; ❛ she visited your father the other day. i haven't met her yet, but ella parece . . . decente. soft. ❜ it's almost a bile of offense at the tip of his tongue, a foreign addition to his vernacular. he's aware yes, that zehra's more than capable of handling her own. he made certain of that — that they could all handle themselves should it ever come down to it ( albeit not only physically, but with wit of mouth. a lesson they picked up on their own, unfortunately ). ❛ as any of the french are. s' not a surprise. your father seems to like her, which, is not a surprise either. incluso si es igual de crítico. ❜ —as me, is what he doesn't say; learning throughout the years to acknowledge his many, many flaws, though after two decades, it still remains a work in progress. it's his favorite pastime, after all. ❛ what do you think of her ? ❜ a watchful gaze. maria is the deciding factor of his already steaming judgement.

Maria almost blurted it out right then and there, almost let the whole story unravel from her mouth. I was in love, papá, I was so in love that I had lost myself in it and gave my heart to him and the sea, but he's is probably dead and it's all my fault. "I need my family..." is what she chose to say before swallowing the other half of the truth down, "and I'm enjoying my time here more than I'd though I would, spending time with Zehra and you and papi... Eleanor is practically shaking in her boots to be part of our family." It almost made her happy to see someone want this life, despite their reputation at court; the rapscallions, the thieves, the pillagers. Maybe someone could see them for being adventurous, fun, exceedingly loyal. Maybe someone could love Sicily just as much as they do.

[dawningofdrag]

i think the reason why the other fandom im ‘in’ isn’t working for me is because its fucking huge lmao. also probably because it’s twitter based 

[a-supernatural-writer]

A Mixtape For You Pt.4

Summary: Ella Barrett witnessed the past year when Will went missing. Hell, hard to avoid when Ella is the only empath of Dr. Brenners experiments. Maybe it'll give her a helping hand when it comes to understanding the new bad boy from California; Billy Hargrove.

Word Count: 3,247

Notes: Finally part 4, took forever. I promise one more partial build up chapter and then we get into the meat of season 2 plot. Very exciting. Enjoy!

Taglist: @hannahnikohl

Billy Hargrove x FemOC

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Weeks went by and it soon became apparent that Billy and Ella were sort of attached at the hip. Every morning, Billy would wait for Ella and her brother to arrive at school, immediately throwing an arm over her shoulders. She never said anything against it so Billy just concluded that he could.

Even Charlie and Billy started to get closer. Charlie being the only guy in school to be seemingly honest and real with Billy. He didn't take shit just like his sister but also was a little more reserved. Charlie didn't really speak out about certain things but if any form of bullying was taken too far, Billy happily witnessed Charlie knocking Tommy off of his feet for making a comment about his sister.

Lunch even changed. Billy switched out sitting with all the jocks and sat with Ella and her brother and even started studying in their free period together.

Billy never really brought up the whole 'powers' or what happened that night. A few questions here and there but Ella never really had the time nor was school the best place to talk about it.

It was sort of the same case when it came to Ella asking about his home life. He usually brushed it off or got pissed off when it was brought up. Ella knew she shouldn't pry into others emotions willingly, but something seemed off. There was more than just anger that Billy was keeping bottled up. She couldn't lie, it worried her.

But she pushed it aside and never brought it up.

"You are a complete ass, Billy." Ella laughed, chucking a french fry at the blonde across from her.

Billy threw one back at her in retaliation. For the first time in weeks, Billy accomplished something that he didn't think would happen; the two of them were out after school, together. Ella was the one who mentioned the only good diner in town and he had to admit it was pretty good.

"You're here aren't you? So, you must like my ass, doll." Billy smirked, taking a bite from his burger.

Ella rolled her eyes, crossing her legs over one another. It was a particularly cold fall day in Hawkins and she decided to put on a dark green zip-up hoodie over her gray t-shirt, black jeans and her beaten up black hightop converse. She fiddled with her gold coin necklace, "I'll admit, it's a nice ass, but still, not all the girls are terrible at Hawkins."

Billy raised a brow, whipping his mouth with an already dirtied napkin, "What? Cows?"

Ella threw another fry at him, "Seriously? Yes, there is a good portion of them that are total bitches but I wouldn't say they're cows, Billy. Damn, do you see every girl like that?"

Billy watched as Ella placed her lips around the straw of her milkshake and coughed, "I don't see you like that." Billy admitted. He didn't, truthfully and honestly. Didn't matter that she had powers or whatever. She was down to earth, she was genuine and knew him better than anyone in town.

Ella smiled a little and glanced at the window; it was pouring. The sound of the rain made her smile a little bit more. She loved the rain, especially thunderstorms. It was always calming for her and it made her remember one of the best memories of her life.

Billy glanced at the window as well, "Shitty day, huh?"

Ella chuckled, "No way. I love it."

"Yeah?"

Ella hummed and looked at Billy, "I think it's wonderful. I'm guessing you prefer sunny days by the ocean?"

Ella smiled as Billy started telling her about his time in California. He loved surfing, he missed it more than anything. Beautiful mornings going swimming and just lounging around on the beach. Late night drives in the constant heat with the windows rolled down.

She'd never seen him talk so passionately about anything. He was beaming and it seemed like he hadn't been able to really talk about this stuff with anyone else. Ella had to admit, he was cute when he smiled. It was actually very charming more than anything.

"You know, summers here are brutal, we got no beach which sucks, but there are a few lakes and we do have a town pool." Ella mentioned, "It's not much, but it's something."

Billy scoffed, "Better than nothing. Still bullshit though. Tell me about Nevada."

She froze mid-bite of her sandwich and chewed slowly before swallowing, "How do you know that I'm from Nevada?"

"Carol or some chick mentioned it. Everyone else seemed to be from here but she said something about you guys moving here in middle school or something?" Billy recalled, leaning back and taking a sip of his own drink. His eyes narrowed when he noticed how quiet she suddenly got.

Ella sighed, "Well, I don't know if I'm from Nevada, it's just…" She looked around to see if anyone could possibly be listening in. She was grateful that it rained today, they and another person were the only ones in the diner.

"It's where our parents found us. Well, our adoptive parents." Ella fiddled with her coin and spoke quietly, just loud enough for Billy to hear, "We, Charlie and I, were sent to a secondary lab in Nevada. We were… different from the other kids."

Billy's smile faded, "Other kids? There's others like you?" Billy leaned in, listening intently.

Ella nodded, "Many… but Charlie could read minds, dig deep into someone's memories. Me, I'm an empath. I could feel others emotions, or force certain emotions on others. Being an empath, my emotions were much stronger which affected my ability to move objects with my mind. Papa…"

Ella trailed off, not having spoken the man's name since last year. She took a shaky breath and Billy even reached his hand out to squeeze one of Ella's, "Papa?" He questioned.

She took another shaky breath and closed her eyes for a second to collect herself, "Dr. Brenner made us call him Papa. He was the one who took us when Charlie and I were born. When we were older, we made a plan. We fought our way out and we escaped with some help. Our adoptive parents found us on the side of the road. Them being them, they took us in, gave us a home, gave us love… It was the best day of our lives."

Billy's hand squeezed Ella's tighter and his face hardened, "You and Charlie… you don't deserve any of that."

She squeezed back and smiled a little, "Thanks, but what's done is done. Not much I can do to change the past."

He knew that, but it still didn't make what she went through any less terrible. His thumb started to rub her skin and caressed the area where her tattoo is, "And this?"

Ella sighed, "We didn't have names, we had numbers."

Billy sneered in disgust, "They made you a number… that's fucked."

Ella hummed in agreement, "Very fucked. I was six and Charlie was seven. We didn't even know our names, still don't and I don't know if I ever will."

Silence hung over the two and Ella didn't say or do anything to break Billy's hand away from her's. After a few seconds, Ella broke it, "Anyways, Nevada was… an experience." She giggled, squeezing Billy's hand.

Billy smiled at her giggle as she went on to explain the part of her childhood that was filled with much happier memories.

The two didn't stay much long inside the dinner. They finished their food, not of course without a few last fries being thrown at each other. Ella even set her foot down to split the bill when Billy tried to pay for the entire thing.

When the two stepped out of the diner, they stayed for a few minutes under the awning to each smoke a cigarette. "Got any other plans for the day, doll?" He flicked his cigarette onto the pavement, the ashes immediately being put out by the rain.

Ella blew out her last puff from her cigarette and did the same with the finished nicotine stick, "Not really. Gotta finish up the tracks and set list for Tina's party in a couple weeks."

Billy licked his lips, "You seriously are gonna DJ for her?" Billy smirked when Ella rolled her eyes.

"Gotta make money somehow. Even if it means taking gigs from the stuck up, rich assholes in this town." Ella huffed.

Billy scoffed, "Yeah well, they fit in with this shitty town."

Ella narrowed her eyes at him and hummed at his words. Without another word she took a step out from underneath the awning and walked away from Billy's camaro of which he thought she was going to find shelter in. But she didn't, she did the very opposite.

Ella raised her arms and closed her eyes, tilting her head back. The rain pelted against her skin, her hair dampening along with her clothes. "This was the first thing I felt." Her eyes fluttered open and smiled at Billy.

"When Charlie and I escaped the lab in Nevada, it was raining. It was the first thing I ever touched outside." Ella explained, letting the rain gather up in her cupped hands.

Billy watched as Ella walked around in the rain, completely drenched. She was happy. Really happy. Billy couldn't help but smile, genuinely smiled when she kicked at a puddle, the water flying into the air.

Billy scoffed, "You're lucky that I'll even let you step foot in my car." He didn't mean it. Upholstery can always be fixed.

Ella turned and gave him a look, "Seriously? Don't be such a prude!"

Now that, that was a low blow. Billy chuckled, "Oh really? Me? A prude? Dead wrong."

Ella laughed, breaking off into a sprint when Billy emerged from the safety from the dinners awning, chasing after her. No one would believe it unless they saw it. Billy Hargrove was chasing Ella Barrett in a diner parking lot while it was torrential downpouring. A sight to see indeed.

"No, no!" Ella giggled, overwhelmed with emotion as Billy was catching up to her. She was hoping to jump into his camaro and call it even, but she wasn't fast enough. She yelped when Billy grabbed her by the waist and turned her around, pressing her back into the passenger side of his car.

They breathed deeply, grins on their faces as they catched their breath. Billy had both hands on either side of Ella, leaning against the car and towering over the smaller female. His hair was matted down and his own clothing was now soaked and sticking to him.

Ella, ignoring Billy's lingering gaze and the action of licking his lips, threw her head back, "See Hargrove. This shitty town can be exciting, just gotta look for it."

With her neck exposed, Billy's eyes trailed down to the skin. His hand moved, touching her neck and moving to cradle her face.

Ella snapped her head back, eyes wide at the sudden physical contact, but Billy made no move to move his hand. Fear filled every fiber of Ella's being, but there was hope buried beneath all of it. "Billy? What are you doing?"

Billy saw her fear, saw how scared she was of this happening, "Wondering." He simply said. Her skin was soft and for the first time, he could see the little freckles that dotted her cheeks and nose.

He liked her, really liked her. She wasn't like any of the girls in this shitty town, wanting a quick fuck and rebel against their families. Never really getting to know him. The only one that would give him the time of day was the girl in front of him. A girl who was a little broken from her past, just like him.

"Wondering how I can get the most beautiful girl at Hawkins to go out with me?"

This had to be a joke, Ella thought. No way did the biggest jerk, a jerk that she really liked, just ask her that. Ella stuttered, not really knowing what to say, "Billy if this is some ploy to get into my pants and then toss me aside, you're way out of luck."

Billy sneered, not because she was right, but because she would even think that, "If I wanted to get into your pants I would've stopped chasing your tail weeks ago."

That's true. If that was truly his desire, he would've moved onto another girl a long time ago. Ella furrowed her brow, "You gonna break my heart? Will I just be a fling like all the other girls you went and slept with?"

Nothing was said for a few seconds and the words that broke the silence shook Ella to her very core, "No more other girls, no more flings. I want you, if you'll have me."

Ella blinked. Billy is giving her the final choice. She could say no and not risk it. Say no to what her heart is yearning for. But in all of the weeks she's known this asshole, there was a part of him that was vulnerable only to her. And even though Billy has only shown her just a small part of who he is, she wanted to know more.

In all of her life she never thought a day like this would happen, but here she was grabbing the lapels of Billy's denim jacket and pulling him forward, kissing him hard on the lips.

Billy all but practically growled against her lips. He was used to being the one in charge, the first to initiate a kiss, first to initiate anything, but all of that was thrown out the window when Ella took the first step.

The hand that cupped her face moved to the back of her head, his fingers tangling in Ella's damp hair and the other hand wrapping around her waist, pressing their bodies closer together.

Ella groaned, out of the kisses she's had in the past Billy was something new, something exciting, it was rough and she loved it. Her hands trailed downward from his denim jacket and wrapped her arms around his waist.

She hummed as Billy trailed away from her lips and started kissing her jaw. She giggled a little, "As much as I'm loving this, I'm starting to freeze my tits off."

Billy gave her a wolfish grin that made her feel weak in the knees, "Need me to warm you up, doll?"

Ella rolled her eyes but still smiled, "Get you're fine ass in the car and turn on the fucking heat, Billy."

Billy clicked his teeth and opened the passenger door for her, "You're such a tease." He slapped her ass as she slid into the car and slammed the car door once she was fully in.

She just bit her lip and got comfortable as Billy entered and sat in the driver's seat, immediately starting up the car and blasting the heat. Metallica music played low through the speakers as Billy whipped out of the parking lot, "Where to?"

Ella smiled as Billy placed a hand on her thigh, rubbing it softly. She thought for a moment, "My place."

When Billy stepped foot in Ella's home, it was far from what he expected. It was… comforting. It wasn't every single traditional home like one would see in home decorating magazines or what he was used to at home. Mixed and matched patterns, tapestries everywhere, plants were hanging from the ceiling, band posters from the 70s hanging on the walls, mixed in with random family photos.

"My parents are hippies. Like total used to like in the volkswagen van in the driveway while getting high to owning a house with two kids. Still getting high but just under a roof." Ella briefly explained with a smile on her face.

She waved her hand and guided him into the living room where her mother and father were. Her mother was in her usual combination of band tees and flowing skirts, sitting on a wooden stool as she drew with her oil pastels onto an easel with a pad of paper attached to it.

Her father was sitting criss-crossed on the floor sitting on a pile of pillows, strumming away on his acoustic guitar, playing no specific melody in particular.

"I'm home…" Both her parents turned their heads toward them and Ella noticed Billy straightening his back, his smile much smaller than what it was in the car, "I, uh, sort of brought company."

May smiled and moved her hands in a fluid motion, "Hi sweetheart. Did you get caught in the rain?"

Ella shook her head and smiled bashfully, moving her hands, "Not really. But, do you mind if he stays until his clothes dry and the rain lets up?"

May tilted her head at Billy besides her daughter and nodded, "More than welcome. Have Charlie give him some clothes to change into, okay?"

"Got it."

Cedric placed his guitar to the side and stood up, walking over to the two teens, "So, you must be Billy Hargrove, right?"

Billy nodded, head stiff, "Yes, sir."

Ella narrowed her eyes. That was a red flag if she ever saw one. She could feel fear rolling off of him. She didn't think her father was intimidating, not one bit.

Cedric nodded and smiled warmly, clasping a hand on Billy's shoulder. Everyone in the room noticed Billy's slight jump at the sudden contact, "No sirs here. It's Cedric and you've met my wife, May. It's great to finally meet you, I've heard much about you."

Billy visibly relaxed and smiled, "Really?" He tilted his head down at Ella and she rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, I talk about you. Don't let it boost your ego or anything."

May clapped her hands to catch their attention and gave her daughter a stern look, "Be nice."

Ella raised her hands in defense, "Okay, okay. We're gonna head up to my room. Let me know if you need anything."

May and Cedric noticed when Ella grabbed Billy's hand and dragged him up the stairs. May raised a brow with a smile, "You don't think?"

Cedric smiled, walking over to his wife, "I think that Ella just doesn't stay out with just anybody, especially with a boy she can't stop talking about."

May sighed, happy that her daughter was slowly opening up to others and maybe even taking an interest in someone. "As long as she's happy. Know if we can encourage Charlie to take that leap."

Cedric chuckled, "Let him take his time. You know that it's not exactly easy for him to get a date in this town."

May sighed, "I know, I just want him to be happy. He likes that Munson boy at the school. He talks about him and the boy is so sweet."

Cedric smiled, "I know… maybe one day, but for now, let fate run its course. If it's meant to be, then it is meant to be." Cedric walked back to his spot on the floor and went back to his strumming.

May watched her husband as he fell back into his own little world and smiled softly at him. She just hoped one day her children would get the chance to be happy. They deserved it more than anything in the world. And nothing will get in the way.

[edie-baby]

Baby Boy Chapter 1 | Lando Norris

Summary: Milana Navratilova is the best friend of Victoria Verstappen, and is for lack of a better word, a minx. She can pull anyone into bed with her at any time. So when she attends the Austrian Grand Prix with Victoria, the drivers make for good bedfellows. Until she finds a man who makes her finally feel like herself. Her baby boy.

Warnings: smut, swearing, non-con kiss (will be a chapter warning for that one), OC is a w h o r e and i love her.

Milana Navratilova sauntered into the paddock of the Austrian Grand Prix, an impressed smile curved the ends of her maroon painted lips, the dark, seductive eyes of the woman flicked between each face she passed. Those same eyes lit up in adoration when they fell on the back of her friend whom she constantly referred to as a wife. With an extra skip in her step, she pranced toward the taller girl, approaching a group of three or four men who were facing her friend, and in turn, her as well.

“Hey baby girl.” Milana greeted in a husky voice, the long nails and slim hands slid around her target’s waist, holding her in place while the rest of her body rested comfortably against her back.

“BABE!” Victoria Verstappen squealed, her arms reaching over the grasp Milana had on her waist to pull her best friend into a hug. Victoria leant back, her hands sliding along Milana’s jaw to cup her face within both hands. The two leaned in at the same time, connecting their lips in a slow kiss. The gasps of the men who Victoria was conversing with was audible over the hustle and bustle of the paddock. The women parted, giggling as they did so, hands holding tightly onto one another.

“Vic, who’s this?” The heavily accented voice of Victoria’s brother, Max, was the first to break the tension.

“This is Milana, she’s my best friend. I told you my friend Lana was coming this weekend, remember?” Victoria introduced, smiling back at her friend multiple times during.

“Yeah, I guess I just thought she’d be more like, y’know, Ella or Josie.” Max mumbed, his face a light pink colour and a very readable expression of awkwardness on his face as he watched the beautiful woman wrapped up in his sister’s arms.

“So, less like a slut?” Milana suggested, a cheeky grin on her face as Max’s face instantly went into panic mode. “Calm down, sweet cheeks, I was kidding. Mostly.” Max blushed harder at the pet name the Czech woman had given him. It wasn’t anything awfully special but falling off those lips, it sounded like heaven.

“So, uh, your name is Milana?” A French voice sounded next, cutting the awkward silence that Max had left hanging.

“That’s right, mon cherie, Milana Navratilova, ready and willing.” She added the last word with a wink and a smirk curled the right side of her dark lips at the flustered expression on the man’s face.

“Charles Leclerc, it’s a pleasure to meet you, petit friponne.” The Monegasque answered with an equally suggestive response, and from the flicker of recognition within her dark eyes, he could tell she understood the phrase he spoke.

“And you two?” Milana turned to the remaining men, there were two of them, one rather tall and the other shorter, though still a good six inches taller than herself.

“I’m George, and this is Lando.” The tall Brit could already tell that his younger friend would have trouble saying his own name in front of the woman that had completely enraptured him.

“George, aren’t you a darling. And Lando, I hate to be rather forward, but you are the most gorgeous man I have ever laid eyes on.” Milana’s voice got huskier as her sentence trailed off, her eyes taking in every detail of the young driver’s physique. The way his shoulders were pulled back and taught despite his nervousness, she could tell he was muscular beneath the white polo. As his breath caught in his throat and his body tensed, Milana could see the muscles of his arms bulging against the sleeves of said polo, the material digging into his skin due to being put under so much pressure. The tanned skin that was visible from the short sleeve allowed her to also trace the visible veins that ran down his forearms with her eyes, her mouth going dry as she imagined those veins bulging as he struggled against restraints around his wrists.

All of a sudden, a Cheshire cat-like grin spread across Milana’s lips as she turned back around to Victoria, who had been staring at her friend with amusement. The other three men stared incredulously at the short woman, who had called Lando the most gorgeous man she had seen, even after meeting George and Charles. None of them could believe the scene that was unfolding before them.

“As lovely as this has been boys, I think I need to get this hot piece of ass back to our hotel room before she starts trying to pull you three into our bed.” Victoria explained, her hand briefly coming down to smack the aforementioned ass, and she cackled with laughter as she walked away from the boys, all of whom looked like they just left Disneyworld,

“Gonna point out the obvious here boys, but she is hot.” Max growled, his eyes following the way the tight skirt hygge the curve of her ass with the swaying of the Czech’s hips. The other three nodded, entranced in a very similar fashion to their colleague.

[crazycolorstarfish]

I'm the one that likes girly butts.

[sincerelyella]

Infinity & Beyond

Book: The Royal Romance/Heir (AU)

Pairings: Liam x MC (Ella)

All characters belong to Pixelberry except for Ella Brooks Rys who belongs to yours truly 🌺

Summary: Liam is even more protective than usual.

A/N: I’d like to thank @gkittylove99 and @sfb123 for your softness prompt requests. I hope y’all enjoy! Prompts will be in bold.

To my nakie twin/soul sister @burnsoslow -> I love you for not complaining when I send you these things and reading them 🥺💜 I love you a butt ton!

Warnings: Adult language, descriptions of body injury, fluff

Words: 1169

Every couple of minutes, Liam would wander into his bedroom and peek at his wife taking a nap. After he was satisfied that Ella was getting some rest, he would make his way outside onto the large balcony connected to their quarters.

“Why do you keep going over there to stare at her?” Drake asked as he flipped a burger on the grill.

“I don’t stare,” Liam bent down to pick up Malia and kissed her cheek.

“Daddy was looking at Mommy!”

“Smart kid,” Drake kissed the hand that his niece offered to him and she squealed in delight. “You hungry Lia?”

Malia raised her arms in the air. “I want pizza, Unka Dwake!”

Drake furrowed his brow and stuck out his bottom lip in pretend hurt. “Not burgers?”

“Party is hereeeeee!” Maxwell barged onto the balcony with bags in his arms. Olivia followed him out with a disdained look on her face.

“You’re always so … cheerful,” she brushed an invisible piece of lint from her red shirt.

“Auntie Liiiiiv!” Malia screeched and squirmed in her father’s arms until he put her down.

Drake nodded toward Olivia and Malia, now chattering away about how Lia wanted red hair like her favorite aunt. “That’s the woman’s way, Li,” he added slices of cheese to the almost cooked meat patties. “They abandon you when someone else catches their attention.”

Liam cringed when he heard Olivia tell his daughter she would dye her hair red when Lia was older. “Okay, I’m going to … check on Ella.”

“You don’t stare my ass,” Drake mumbled as he shook his head.

Liam walked towards his bedroom just like he had every ten minutes for the last hour. He peeked through the door that was cracked open and saw Ella drinking the tea he brought her a little bit ago. He pushed the door open all the way and shoved his hands in the pockets of his green sweater. “Love? You’re supposed to be resting.”

“I am resting, and drinking tea,” Ella lifted her mug in the air with a smile. “What kind is this?”

Liam bit his bottom lip as he let his eyes rove over her. Her pajama shirt hung off one shoulder, exposing her soft skin and her hair was tousled from sleep. The white bandage wrapped around her head contrasted her bronze skin. "I knew you wouldn't go to sleep willingly, so I brought you some chamomile tea and a blanket. Twenty minutes of shut-eye, okay?"

Ella pouted. “I slept already.”

“That wasn’t even an hour!”

She rolled her eyes. “Well, maybe if my husband wasn’t opening and closing the door every ten minutes, staring at me, I’d be able to sleep longer.”

Liam walked into the large bedroom and sat across from his wife with a stern expression. “You fainted walking around downtown,” he clenched his jaw at the memory. “You hit your head on the concrete and have a concussion. You’ve been doing entirely too much, Ella.”

She flinched at him saying her name. He must be really mad. “I was just-”

“Doing too much,” he finished for her. “You’re going to rest and you’re not going to do a damn thing until you’re cleared by the doctor.”

“He cleared me!”

Liam arched his brow at her. “He said don’t overdo it, don’t overexert yourself or do any exercise. Which is the entire reason why we aren’t having sex!”

“That was your doing not mine,” she mumbled and he narrowed his eyes in response.

“Love, you scared the shit out of all of us,” he took her small hands in his and ran his thumbs over her knuckles. “Maxwell wouldn’t stop screaming on the phone and Drake had to carry you to the ER. Even Olivia, of all people, was trembling when I got to the hospital! I thought you had died.”

“But I … I’m …” Ella reached up and felt her bandage, remembering part of that day, the blood, the screams, then someone lifting her easily and running. To where she had no idea. Then, everything went black. Ella was diagnosed with Graves’ Disease which meant her heart rate was always too high and she lost weight at an alarming rate. When she does too much, she notices she gets really short of breath and dizzy. She never told Liam about it because Lord knows what he would put in place so she didn’t go anywhere alone. Her fainting just ruined everything and now he was acutely aware of all of her symptoms.

Liam walking back and forth to check on her to make sure she didn’t die in her sleep was something she should have expected. Add on the fact that she was six weeks pregnant, and that equals super protective Liam. He wasn’t there with them downtown, he was at the palace in a meeting with the French ambassador. He’s never going to let me go anywhere by myself again. “Okay,” she whispered.

Liam cupped her cheeks with his hands. “Please,” he whispered back. “I need you, our daughter needs you, our friends, our little one ...” he looked down at her abdomen and back up to her face. “Just, stay here and rest.”

Ella nodded. “Promise. Now, what’s that?” She pointed to a large pink bag behind him by one of the closet doors.

Liam turned and followed her finger, then turned back to face her. “Oh! I found this in the mall, I figured it might be something you like.”

Her eyes widened in surprise. “You … went to the mall?”

“Drake wanted to get some high-powered thing for the BBQ grill, Max and I tagged along. Each store has a theme?” Liam gave her a confused look. “Is that the rule? Because some stores had random things that didn’t make sense. Why did book store have candy in them?”

“Those are … questions for another time, sweetie,” Ella cackled. “Can I have my gift now?”

Liam stood to grab the bag and set it on the bed in between them. Ella pulled out all the pink tissue paper and reached in to pull out a stuffed animal. “Ohmigod!” She squished it against her chest in a hug. “It’s Grogu!”

“After we watched The Mandalorian I wanted to get something for you,” he pressed his finger to her nose. “Boop!”

“Mommy!” Malia ran in and hugged Ella. “Wow! Pretty, mine!” She pulled Grogu into her arms and walked out into the hall, yelling for Uncle Max.

“What … just happened?” Ella looked from the door to her husband, who was trying his best not to laugh.

“Our daughter is just like you, taking everything that isn’t hers.”

Ella shrugged. “What wasn’t mine that I took, Your Majesty?”

Liam counted out everything on his fingers. “My sweaters, shirts, basketball shorts? Ring a bell?”

“What’s yours is mine …” she prompted, waiting for him to finish the sentence.

He rolled his eyes. “And what’s mine is yours. Fine, you win. I love you.”

“I know,” Ella grinned.

“A Star Wars reference? I see what you did there. Okay, my turn,” he cleared his throat. “I love you … to infinity and beyond!” He smirked, thinking he won until Ella let out a loud laugh.

“That’s Toy Story, not Star Wars!”

“Oh shit,” Liam shrugged. “Well, same difference.”

[dear-indies]

Could someone help me find a fc for me? I have a character who is a vampire, mid to late 20s and is black, and should have this timeless look to her. She is very kind and compassionate but also not afraid to kick ass when needs be. Her vampire companion is Freddy Carter and they should have a David Bowie and Iman sort of vibe. If anyone can help me, it would be greatly appreciated. Thanks!

FKA twigs (1988) Afro Jamaican, English, Spanish, possibly Egyptian - has younger resources!

Michaela Jaé Rodriguez (1991) African-American / African-American and Puerto Rican - is a trans woman.

Kiki Layne (1991) Afro Jamaican.

Naomi Ackie (1992) Afro Grenadian.

Lydia West (1993) Afro Montserratian / Irish.

Ashley Moore (1993) African-American, Cherokee, White.

Aisha Dee (1993) African-American / White.

Moses Ingram (1994) African-American.

Khadijha Red Thunder (1994) Chippewa Cree, African-American, Spanish - is pansexual.

Nyane Lebajoa (1994) Mosotho.

Taylor Russell (1994) Black Canadian / European.

Ayo Edebiri (1995) Nigerian / Afro Barbadian.

Liniker (1995) Afro Brazilian - is a genderfluid trans woman.

Sasha Lane (1995) African-American, Māori, English, Scottish, Sorbian, French, Cornish, distant German, Italian, Belgian Flemish, Russian, and Northern Irish - is gay and has schizoaffective disorder.

Brittany O'Grady (1996) Louisiana Creole [African, French] / English, Irish, as well as Swiss-German, German, Welsh, and Dutch.

Ella Balinska (1996) Afro Jamaican / Polish and English.

Tati Gabrielle (1996) African-American / Korean.

Ryan Destiny (1995) African-American, some Irish.

Kiana Ledé (1997) African-American, Mexican, Swedish, Norwegian, Cherokee.

Sydney Park (1997) African-American / Korean.

Here you go!

[miss-kittys-magical-library]

Waiting For A Star To Fall

Nikolai x Selina

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: minor angst and fluff, oral sex (m/f receiving), brief thigh riding, penetration, use of sex toys, language gif by @vousnavezrienvu

A/N: Selina and Nikolai's first date turns into more than they ever imagined. 

This took a stupid amount of time to write and became a pure labor of love. Thank you @magic-multicolored-miracle and @neuroticpuppy for being with me the ENTIRE way.  And @bisexualnathanyoung and @forenschik for being my guinea pig

September 1992

Selina’s phone rang, but Sunny beat her to it as he threw himself over the arm of the futon in her minuscule apartment.  His elbow rammed into the wall, and Selina insisted he deserved it.

“Hello?” 

There was a momentary pause.  Selina stood cross-armed with a frown on her face.

“I don't recall anyone with that name living here.  It's just my sister, myself, and the guy from the sixth floor who was murdered in 1985.” 

“SUNNY!!” 

He waved her off,  “Why would I be fucking with you?  You called here.  My sister didn't give you this number, she's a virtual nun!  She's not one to take up with strange foreign men.”

Selina launched herself at her little brother.  He held the cordless phone above his head and levitated the ten feet towards the ceiling.  His legs curled up underneath so she couldn't grab him by the ankle. 

“UNFAIR!!”  

“EVOLUTIONARY ADVANTAGE!” he shouted and stuck out his tongue.  “You were saying?”

“You aren't evolution!  You're a science experiment that was implanted in our mother by The Men In Black.”

“Low blow.” Sunny flipped Selina off and went back to the caller.  “I mean that may or may not be the woman you ravished lakeside.  I know my sister is her own woman.  You scandalized her though.  I think you made her feel.. feelings.  Rude.” 

“NICKLAUS ELTON KOSTAS GIVE ME MY PHONE!”

He held up his hand.  “HEY! I can speak Russian you know.”  And then Sunny did for the next several minutes occasionally glancing down at his sister.  

Finally, he came back to the couch and held out the receiver to Selina.  “It's for you.  He's very perturbed, and Slavic.  And sexy.”

She yanked the phone from her brother and flipped him off.  “Klaus should've left you in 1989.”  Her voice softened and her cheeks flushed as she finally answered, “Hi.” 

Sunny hovered a few feet off the ground as Selina blabbered on in flirtatious Russian.  He sneered and poked fun at the way his sister wound her finger up in her hair and then released it.  When that didn't work, craving her attention, he began to hold an imaginary conversation with an exaggerated Russian accent.  

Selina threw the first thing she could at her little brother.  The remote control sailed across the room at Sunny who simply held up his hand, palm towards his sister.  The remote hung in the air like he did.  Then he narrowed his eyes which caused the object to lower to the floor. Selina sighed and returned to the conversation. 

“Wait, you wanna take me out?”  A pause.  “You don't have to repay me.  I'm just practicing for when I'm ethically obligated to save someone.” Pause. “Arsonists and thieves too!”  Selina smiled wide as the flames licked her cheeks and ears now.  “How attractive you are doesn't alter Samaritan laws, Nikolai.” 

Sunny rolled his eyes flabbergasted at how his sister’s entire demeanor changed the moment she began to speak to the Russian from Sway Lake.  She was being coy.  Dare he say seductive as she ignored everything he managed to garner attention.  

Sunny had always been the object of his sister’s devotion.  EVERYONE’S devotion really.  As the youngest of eight “children,” it was his birthright.  Now here he was, slowly becoming Selina’s third favorite person.  Not a single soul, no matter how rakish or good in bed, would ever replace Leon. 

“Sure.  Yeah, I’d like that.”  Selina had a dopey grin on her face.  “Tonight?!  I mean can you even get reservations?”  “Trust you?  I don't know why I should, but I guess I will.  I'll meet you there. Do svidaniya, Nik.. KOLYA.”  

Selina hung up the phone and threw a pillow this time at Sunny.  He crashed to the floor having been caught off guard and rubbed his ass.  

“Just be HUMAN FOR FIVE MINUTES.” 

“I AM HUMAN!! I'M JUST.. Super.” 

“Super egotistical.”

“I can't help that the love of our parents turned me into a badass.” 

“I just pray Reginald never finds you.  You're the success to his failure with Klaus.”  Selina meant that last bit with her entire being.  “Now get out, I've a date tonight.” 

---

“Nikolai, I can't run that fast in these boots!”  Selina yelled as she desperately tried to catch up to her date.  She could hear a fast-approaching man behind her yelling obscenities in a dialect she wasn't familiar with.  Bulgarian or Lithuanian maybe. 

He stopped at the corner.  “We are wearing the same ones, look how fast I'm moving.  I think it must be the several rum and cokes you had.  Come,” Nikolai held out his hand, “we will go faster together.” 

Selina rolled her eyes but linked her hand with his.  Nikolai took off, and she started to laugh.  The exhilaration and adrenaline coursed through her veins.  Never in a million years would she have imagined dining and ditching.  

Nik was so calm as he spoke to the waiter in the dialect they were being bellowed at.  He never blinked.  Then the waiter nodded, took something from him and walked away.  Nikolai stood and clasped Selina’s hand and began to make his way towards the door. 

“Nikolai, shouldn't you pay?” 

There was a slight shake to his head.  He never looked back, just kept going with Selina tight to his side.  They made it to the door before they both had to give chase. 

Selina swung out into the street.  She waved and whistled loudly at an oncoming taxi.  To her shock, it stopped to pull over for them.  Nik was incredulous but had no choice except join his date as she yanked him inside the cab.  

“Bleecker and Christopher, please,” she instructed the taxi driver.  Selina turned to the Russian beside her,  “Are we going to break the law EVERY time we're together?”  

“Yes.  Like a new Bonnie and Clyde.”  Nikolai lifted the hand Selina hadn't realized he was still holding.  His lips brushed the back of it, “Without being shot to death by the FBI.” 

Selina's heart pounded in her ears.  She couldn't remember seeing anyone look attractive in the color orange.  Yet here was the man beside her, currently with a look she could only describe as voracious, pulling it off.  Her cheeks grew hot under the weight of his stare. 

“What?!” came out in an embarrassing giggle. 

“I cannot look at something beautiful?” 

“You don't have to lay it on THAT thick.  I'm taking you back to my apartment already.” 

“I'm not trying to trick you, Lina.  I think you are beautiful. I almost blew my own mission.  Especially under the moonlight.  You made me forget what I was doing.  Your willingness to allow me to do unspeakable things to your body helped,” he teased.  

Selina decided to play coy as the taxi stopped in front of her building.  “Let's see what happens under this month’s full moon.” 

---

Selina and Nikolai on the fire escape outside her living room window.  Selina a few beers in and a few steps above.  Nikolai nursing a beer of his own while settled between her knees.  His arm under her knee to snake around her calf.  His fingers mindlessly stroked her ankle to the naked foot dangling in his lap. 

They had fallen into a contented silence after nearly two hours of talking.  Sharing stories in Russian and English.  Nik’s curiosity about the photos and books and records she owned was endless.  Selina had a hard time keeping up and answering as he flitted along from keepsake to keepsake. 

Yes, that's Elton John.  Somehow he and her parents were old friends.  He dedicated “Your Song” to her parents every concert they went to.  Selina could never figure out why. 

The somehow dower, yet smiling man, with a giant cigar in his mouth that tossed Selina in the air while little Sunny hung from his back was her Godfather, Tom.  He had been a CIA agent that now lived in a cabin with his beautiful French wife, Ella.  That's where she had been  staying up at Sway Lake.  Yes he did always look like a lion with a thorn in his paw, but he was soft and kind and loving.  

The Lady Godiva on the horse was her mother, Honey, back when she frequented Studio 54.  Selina recalled her hair rivaled only Cher’s at that stage.  Raven colored and long enough to hide her naked body (barely) as she sat side saddle on the white mare.  Her head resting against the back of an equally nude man. Her one arm wrapped around his thin waist. 

Nope, Nik was totally not imagining things.  The man holding the reins did strongly resemble her brother and himself.  That was HER papa, Leon. His hair in perfectly wild curls to his shoulders. His face full of confidence and sex. 

The questions began to wear Selina down.  No one had ever been this inquisitive or interested in her life.  Her family.  Her.  The endless questions, punctuated by making out until their lips chapped, about her personally.  Then, between an anecdote about Luther and rollerskating and tongues fighting for dominance they stopped.  

Now Nikolai lifted Selina’s foot and kissed the top of it.  Then his mouth made its way up her shin.  When he reached her knee, Nik turned abruptly to face the woman behind him.  He set the bottle down on the windowsill before kneeling on the stairs.  He slid the hem of her dress up, fingers hooked into the fabric of her panties to tug them off.  He kissed her inner thigh before letting his tongue trace painfully slow along her sex. 

Selina could only grasp the railing.  Her fingers curved around the cold metal and she cried out in pleasure as Nikolai slipped his tongue inside of her.  

It slid in and out before eventually discovering her clit.  His hands on her ass so that he could pull her onto his face.  Encourage her to ride him as his tongue flicked in circles and then snaked in and out. 

Selina started to lose herself.  Her free hand tugged at Nik’s hair while her hips bucked and the spark grew.  She twitched and cried out louder as his mouth and tongue worked faster.  She opened her eyes to look down at the man keen to make her cum. 

Almost as if he could feel her eyes on him, Nikolai looked up at Selina.  She felt strange, shameless and used her own thumb to wipe away what was on his lips.  She sucked on it briefly then grabbed Nik by the shirt towards her.  Wanting for a kiss.  

Selina revelled in the way she tasted on his lips and inside her own mouth.  Like beer and bitterness.  She had never done that before Nikolai and the lake.  She wanted to do it again, and every time he went down on her.  She wanted to put him in her mouth.  To suck and lick and make him bend and writhe.  

She could, she thought, now.  Selina pushed Nik away at arms length meaning to have him sit on the stairs so she could give him head.  Her fingers deft at the belt buckle and buttons on his pants. She laughed full of nerves as he fumbled, THE OVERCONFIDENT RUSSIAN FUMBLED!! 

Nikolai fumbled with the buttons on his dress shirt before he finally came loose.  He yanked his pants and boxers over his hips and held his cock in his hand. Nik parted her legs and started to push inside, but Selina held up her hands.

“What are you doing?”

“Do you not want me to have sex with you?”  He was more shocked than angry. 

Selina ran her hands over his chest and stomach then up around his neck.  “I very much want to fuck you.” Nikolai huffed, but Selina continued, “I mean I've seen you naked and can't get over how fucking sexy you are.”  

“Then what is wrong?  Not here?  Maybe this is not comfortable for you.  We’ll go inside.”  He stood and held out his hand.

“It's probably the same as fucking on a bunch of sticks and acorns.”

Nikolai sniffed again at the use of the word “fucking.”  “Then what is wrong?”

Selina stood and climbed in through the windows.  Her date followed.  “There's an international health crisis.   A incurable disease that passes mostly via sex and fluids?” she shouted from her room as she rummaged through drawers. 

“Do you mean The..AIDS?  Is that not for,” he chose his words carefully, “The gay men?” 

Selina could tell Nik was more confused than anything.  She heard this all the time at the clinic where she volunteered. “Or you could be bisexual or pansexual like my brothers.  Contract it from a man and pass it to a female partner.”  

She appeared in the living room now with a small foil package.  “Or an IV drug user, also like my brother, and get it that way.” 

Selina started to unwrap the condom without noticing that Nikolai was standing completely nude in her living room.  “This is usually where most guys bail.  They're not interested in protection or rubbers.  Mostly just a pump and..” she looked up and paused in her tracks. She was distracted by his body and neck and eyes and jawline.  “Christ on a cracker.”

“What?”  he chuckled.  

“Sorry! I know. I know.  AIDS talk is a bummer.  I get this close to just.. sitting on a dick and I panic?  Everyone in my family got the sexual confidence memo but me.” 

“Why are you panicking now?  You did not freak out by Sway Lake.”  

Nikolai couldn't help the teasing in his voice.  He reached out for Selina to draw her close to his body.  His knee inside of her thighs just like that night.  

Now he unzipped and helped her out of the dress.  “I think it's very sexy when you talk like a nurse. So smart and commanding.”  His hands ran over her bare back and down to her ass as he brushed his nose along her neck up to her ear.  He nipped at the lobe, “That can be very erotic putting a condom on.” 

“Nik,” Selina could only squeak out.  Her body involuntarily started to rock back and forth. 

“It's Kolya.  In Russian we use end of names,” he breathed in her ear.  “Like your sister, Vanya.   Little Ivan.”

“Ok,” Selina didn't want to hear about Vanya right now.  Or Klaus.  Or Diego.  Instead she got down on her knees.  The condom was still in her hand as she used the other to hold his erection towards her mouth.

“Lina, what are you doing?”  

She looked up through her bangs, her tongue darted out to trace around the head of the cock.  “Sucking your dick.  What else does it look like?”  She took it fully in her mouth, letting the tip hit the back of her throat.  

“Fuck,” he mumbled in Russian.  “Dorogoya, stop.”  

Selina sat back with a popping sound, “Did I do it wrong?  I'm like, the LEAST experienced person in this family.”

“You don't have to be an expert.  A blow job is a blow job, we can practice another time.  I want to be inside of you.  And I have been very patient.”

Selina stood, but Nikolai lifted her completely off the ground.  She wrapped her arms and legs around him as they stumbled towards the futon.  Mouths and tongues at war as Nik sat her down on the cushions.  Selina held eye contact as she expertly unrolled the condom down the length of his cock.  She kissed his stomach as he noticeably shuddered.  

Nikolai let his fingers caress Selina’s bottom lip before crawling on top of her.  She still held his erection in her hand as he threw one of her legs over his shoulder.  He held her bent knee to the side as she taunted him with her sex.  Guiding it just inside before digging her nails into his ass so that he buried himself to the hilt. 

Selina clawed at his back as Nik started to undulate.  Over and over, further inside each time.  Their bodies rocked wildly as Selina’s muscles started to shake from the position she was in.  She clung to him desperately as he searched for her neck and chest with his lips.  

Nikolai’s mouth devoured one of her breasts.  He sucked and bit at Selina’s nipple.  She cried out in shock at the sensation.  The sound egged him on to go harder.  

“So you like that too?” His voice raspy in her cleavage. His suckling and biting increased.  She mewled in reply. 

Selina was worried that it wasn't working.  That she couldn't or wouldn't orgasm.  Not like she did when he went down on her.  How she hung from the cliff.  

She WAS being pleasured.  Nikolai was hitting the right spots, but she was so nervous about what she looked like under the lamplight.  His rhythm and pounding, it was pounding, into her was unmatched.  She cried out with exaggeration to indicate she had cum hoping he wouldn't notice. 

“Fuck!” he cried out and propped himself up by the back of the futon.  

Nik’s body arched while his hips made circular motion.  He spasmed and shuddered as his body immediately went into shut down mode.  His face covered in a sheen of sweat as he pressed his forehead into Selina’s neck then pecked it a few times. 

“I.. am sorry, Lina.” There was disappointment in the Russian’s voice as he held the condom so he could pull out.

“For what?”   Her arms and legs still enclosed around his back and hips.  

“You did not.. cum,” Nik’s eyes searched the woman below him.  “I should have tried better.  I just was so turned on by you.”  He swept the damp hair away from her forehead. 

“You were fine!  It was good.  Really good.  I got in my own head is all.  Maybe next time?” 

“You mean later tonight,” he winked then pecked the tip of her nose. “I won't leave until you are honestly screaming my name.”  There were four dimples Selina counted in his smile.  

“Then we’ll sleep on it first.” 

---- 

Selina tip toed out to the kitchen both starved and thirsty.  She thought about Nikolai's playful threat about not leaving until she got off and chuckled to herself.  Then she peered around the wall to see him asleep on the futon.  His mouth slightly agape and one hand under his cheek. 

Would it be so bad with him around all the time? She thought as she cracked open a beer.  To not be alone when she came home from a shift?  How nice it would be to have conversations with someone not “related” in some form or another. 

And Nikolai was interested in Selina.  He still dodged questions about himself, answering straightforwardly with no details.  She knew it was because he didn't trust her just yet.  It wasn't like she didn't have secrets of her own, but the more open she COULD be, the more she knew Nik would reciprocate.  It had to be lonely with only one confidante. 

Selina turned around and jumped a mile in the air.  “Motherfucker!”

Nikolai was casually leaning against the doorway watching her contemplate life and drinking a beer.  “She IS very sexy,” he replied with a cheeky grin. 

Selina rolled her eyes and walked towards her kitchen table to keep distance between herself and the Russian.  As if she were daring him to chase her.  Nik made her feel so contradictory.  In control and submissive.  Safe yet dangerous.  Lustful.  

There was no opposite to that, she realized.  The light from her small kitchen window illuminated the lines and definition of his chest and shoulders.  The collarbone that met in the middle and moved up into his thick neck with its Adam's Apple bobbing along as he swallowed.  A sharp intake of breath before he clenched his jaw.  

Selina’s heart pumped into her ears as he casually reached across the table for her, but she ducked out of the way.  His eyebrows knit together in confusion as they danced around for only a few moments until she allowed him to grab her by the elbow.  Her world stood still as he took her in his arms, back to his chest. 

“I have been thinking, rypka, about our little challenge,” Nikolai settled one hand on her breast which he massaged lightly paying close attention to her nipple.  His mouth somewhere behind her ear as his other hand dropped to her sex. 

A finger found its way inside of Selina and she lost the air in her lungs.  It curved and hooked before making a lazy swirl around her clit.  “Already?” was all she managed.  Her nails closed around his wrist and urged him on. 

“I would like to try a different way of having sex with you.  I just don't want you to be offended.”  

Nik let go of Selina and placed her arms on the tabletop.  He spread her hands out; bent her forward so that her top half was pressed into the wood surface.  Then he grabbed her hips so that her ass was flush with his hardened cock.

“No anal,” she moaned.  “Wear a condom,” another instruction. “Bathroom shelf.” She grazed against him. 

“If you insist,” Nikolai replied in Russian. “I will obey.”  

There was a playful slap on Selina’s ass, and she felt herself swell and throb.  A first time for everything. If she enjoyed it, wet from the sting of being struck, it was.. genetic.  

Her brothers, father, even Honey mentioned the occasional pain got them going.  Klaus and Sunny with varying degrees of punishment.  She knew from eavesdropping or snooping that her parents preferred it light: spanking or hair pulling.  Maybe she did as well.  Too vanilla to ask.  Inexperienced to what she wanted from a partner. 

“Do it again?” Selina tried not to sound desperate as Nikolai tore into the condom wrapper.  She almost presented herself to him as she felt the smooth surface on her cheek.

“What?” he was distracted.  There was a strange snap of latex as he adjusted it.  Then taunted Selina with the head of his cock.  He rubbed it along her slit, marveling at how easy it was to slide in. 

“Hitting me?” she asked timidly. 

“Why would I hit you?” Nikolai was offended.  His hand flat on Selina's back as it traveled to her neck and hair.  His fingers combed and intertwined with her dark waves then lightly tugged. 

Selina braced herself as he lost himself up to the hilt.  Nikolai's pelvis met her ass and pulled out to just the tip.  He repeated this until he gained friction.  Her head and hips were his anchor so he could thrust quicker. Their bodies make a clapping noise. 

“My ass.  Like you did.  Hit it.”  She was willing to try anything.  Wanted to cum for him.  She knew she could, she did it alone all the time.

“Really?” Nik was surprised.  His pace was even faster and the table started to creak under the motion.  “Did you like it then?” His hand cracked her flesh but only slightly harder than before.  

Selina cried out.  Her sex ached and was swollen.  Nikolai did it one more time, but she could tell it wasn't really his thing.  Sensed that it bothered him to be serious about erotic corporal punishment.  Playing was different.  His hand did tighten in her hair to bend her head back. 

“I don't know,” was all he mumbled in Russian.  

The hand that spanked Selina now encompassed her own on the table.  He bent to kiss her shoulder as he found his breakneck rhythm. 

“Then just go harder,” Selina found her voice now.  She relaxed and allowed her body to take how deeply he penetrated her.  His cock at that angle hitting a spot she found mythical. 

Nikolai railed into Selina.  The table and their bodies shook almost violently as he pounded into her.  His shaft lost until she felt a pressure in her womb.  He stood straight and clutched at the thick of her hips.  Her curves she inherited from her mother.  They cushioned her as his body and cock pleased her.  That spark and wave rolled over Selina like on the couch.  

They weren't quiet.  Both forgetting about neighbors as Selina mewled and screamed out. Nikolai growled and uttered obscenities in his first language.  They were certain this would be it, that Selina would orgasm and Nik would feel satisfied that he could please her.  

Instead, his body violently shuddered as he exploded inside the condom.  His muscles and adrenaline gave way to Nik almost collapsing on top of Selina.  He faltered prior to catching her up in his arms again.  He held her and whispered apologies to her as they kissed. 

“Kolya,” she whispered back.  “It's fine.  I was really close.  We have other times to  experiment.”  Selina swept his damp curls back. 

Nikolai leaned into her hand, “You want to keep being with me?” 

“That's what dating is,” she laughed under her breath. “I like being with you.  I wanna know more about YOU though.  Come on,” Selina took his hand.  “Let's actually go to bed and talk.”

---

Selina reached blindly for Nikolai after her alarm went off.  Sitting up, she slammed the clock and turned to see an empty space on the side of the bed he had fallen asleep on. 

She knew he wasn't obligated to be there when she woke up.  This time waking up alone left a weird knot in her stomach.  

“Fuck,” she tossed herself back and threw a pillow over her head to scream.  Her arms and legs failed around like a toddler throwing a fit. 

How long was enough before she called him?  Would he just disappear now? Klaus called it, funnily enough, ghosting.  Why did everything Nik say tread a weird line between romantic and calculating?  And why did Selina want him to keep saying things, anything at all, to her? 

How does someone know they're falling in love? How did Honey and Leon?  Klaus and Dave.  Allison and Ray.  Diego and Patch or Lila.  Vanya and Sissy.  Uncle Tom and Aunt Ella.  Poor Luther.

Selina’s family had a knack for impulsive behavior when it came to attraction.  Her mom moved to a foreign country with a man she had slept with for money.  Klaus fought in Vietnam for a closeted man that kissed him once. Sunny went home with, to Selina’s chagrin, anyone who showered him with the simplest of affection. And Selina had laid down and spread her legs for a Russian committing arson.  

“Lina you are awake?” Nikolai asked from the other room. 

She threw a bathrobe on and wandered into the kitchen.  “You came back.”

Nik was reaching above her tiny sink for coffee mugs and plates.  “Did you not want me to?”

He set the dishes out and opened a box to pull out some pastries and bagels.  Then poured coffee and handed Selina the cup. 

“I wasn’t sure what you liked,” he offered her the plate.  “Greek, Italian and Russian,” a satisfied grin flashed across his face.

“Well that was kind of you,” she smiled back and helped herself to a cannoli and Russian tea cookie.  “Yes, I wanted you to come back. I think I kinda always do?” she questioned her own intentions with a mouthful of pastry. 

Nik leaned over and kissed Selina.  His tongue darted out to taste the sweet ricotta filling on her lips; she reciprocated.  Her own slipping to the back of his mouth to catch him off guard. Nik steadied himself on her hips. 

There was a muddled sound of pleasure when Selina’s fingers unbuttoned Nikolai’s shirt in expert time.  Their mouths never separated as she went to work on his belt and pants as he struggled to take his boots off. 

“This was not my plan for this morning,” Nik breathed heavily in Russian. 

“I'm just really interested in us reaching that goal,” Selina helped him out of his clothes.  

Kissing again, they could feel their lips start to chap already as Selina began backing Nik into her room until he hit the foot of her bed.  As he leaned back, she climbed on his lap.  Her hands seized his cock and settled it in the folds of her sex.  Selina rolled her hips.

“What are you doing!?” Nikolai could only cry out. Astonished by the lack of a condom.  

“I'm sick of being the safe one,” she raised up on her knees so that she was above him.  Her hands on his face and neck as she snaked her tongue to the back of his teeth again.  

Selina shoved him back on the bed and threw off her robe.  She straddled Nikolai like a woman possessed, took his hands and placed them on her breasts as she rode him.  Still not penetrated.

Nik lost himself for a moment.  He massaged the breasts.  One hand teased a nipple, pinched it,  before sitting up to devour it.  Selina held him to her chest, clung to the hair on the back of his head and pulled in her excitement.  Her fingers found the gnarly scar and she rocked harder on his lap. 

“I want you to fuck me until I cum.” 

Nikolai looked up and held her back, “It is not fucking at this point.  Not for me, Lina.  Also you must not compromise your principles for anyone.  I do not want this for you.”  

Selina groaned with exasperation.  Her walls were swollen and slick and wanting.  “It's not a compromise, Nik.  Everyone jumps in my family and trusts they’ll fly while I stand on the cliff pacing back and forth.” 

He blinked, mouth just slightly agape.  That face.  Selina knew that face.  She loved that face.  She loved this face. “Lina, you are extraordinary.  You don't need to have a big life just yet.  It will happen.” 

“Kolya,” her words softer now as she relaxed, “I love you.”

“Do you?!” a dopey grin spread across Nikolai's face.  “It is the same for me I think?  I've never done this, you know.  “That I love you.”  

He kissed Selina before turning under her to rummage around the nightstand drawer. “Now we will go back to the way you prefer?  If I need to I will get..” he stopped and held something aloft.  Now his smile and dimples were devilish. 

He studied it before making it buzz with a push of a button.  “Pocket Rocket?! Lina, are you secretly naughty?" he giggled. 

"I don't think it's a secret to you anymore,” she reached for it.  Her cheeks turned red. 

"Who do you fantasize about when you use it?" Nikolai held it to Selina’s breasts.  He watched with fascination as her nipples hardened.  He let it travel over her stomach and back up. 

Selina moaned and twisted. "You're just trying to get me to say you, but I've had it since I turned twenty.  So mostly you know.. Keanu Reeves..”  

“But not me?" his eyebrow cocked.  Nikolai traced the vibrator along her hips and over her pelvic bone.  

"Once in a while,” her words came out breathless.

"As a Russian, I'm already superior at using it because rocket?” he waggled his brows now.  “We can now?  With you on top?”

The toy found her slit and slid inside easily.  It buzzed and made the air rush out of Selina’s lungs.  She dug her nails into Nikolai's chest while he started to use the vibrator to have sex with her.  Found a pattern of in and out while she bucked and writhed.  

Selina reached back to anchor herself on one of Nik’s thighs. It allowed him better access to her clit.  He Marveled at the way she agonized under his hand as it manipulated her.  His free hand on her ass to coax her faster as SHE undulated now as he had done on the couch.  Her hips danced separately from her upper half.

Nikolai rolled Selina on her back all of a sudden.  Her hair hung off the bed as he propped up on an elbow.  He worked the vibrator in circles.  In and out of her slick walls before going after the clit.  

Selina got tangled up in the sheets as she felt a warmth spread from her stomach to her sex.  Her thighs started to tighten around Nik's hand as she thrust her hips off the bed.  Eyes clamped shut as the first wave washed over her body.  Neck exposed for him to suck and bite which urged another orgasm to burn through her.  

Nikolai was stunned by her silence.  Selina’s mouth opened in a silent cry as she came a third time in succession.  This last time she managed a strangled scream of his name which he swallowed with a kiss.  

A shiver ran through Selina while she relaxed.  Her fingers traced patterns along Nikolai's bicep as her eyes closed.  Cumming was like a sedative.  Nikolai cupping her face and drawing it to his for a lazy kiss was a sedative.  The rain she had no idea was pouring in buckets outside her window was also a sedative.  

The vibrator continued buzzing until it didn't.  The room grew quiet save for the breaths that came from Nik’s nose.  Still heavy with his still hardened bulge pressed into Selina’s hip.  There was no move to get on top of her.  To have sex with her so he, too, could cum.  She started to idly jerk him off. 

“Lina stop,” he gently took her hand.  “This was about you, not me.  It'll go away eventually.  Like I will,” he said that last bit with a challenge in his voice.  

Selina curled on her side towards Nikolai.  “Or maybe don't go?” 

“Ty khochesh', chtoby ya ostalsya?” You want me to stay?

“Po krayney mere, yeshche odno polnoluniye.”

At least one more full moon.

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