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8. Need you more than I want to

Masterlist - Previously - Next

Chapter soundtrack : Shameless - Camila Cabello

He was the last person you expected to be in front of your door, but here he was. Seeing him there, a little disheveled, his hair a mess, had the effect of sobering you up. 

“What are you doing here?” you asked. “How did you get my room number?”

He didn’t answer, only arched an eyebrow and it made you sighed. You were annoyed, frustrated, in total disbelief. You couldn’t understand why he was there. You couldn’t find a justification that would be important enough for him to find you there. 

“I have my ways to get what I want.”

“Of course… little prince of Monaco. It comes with perks. One of them being to disturb the privacy of people, I assume.” you bitterly commented. 

“I want an explanation”

“You want an explanation?” you repeated. 

“Your behavior, your questions! I don’t understand them! I don’t understand you! I thought we were friends, that we built something and you are still the annoying girl I’ve met the first time in Bahrain! What did I do? I deserve to know.”

“You deserve? Deserve? Who do you think you are? It’s not because we have a good relationship outside of the tracks that I have to change the ways I do my job. I’m not here to please you, I’m not here to praise you, I’m not here to pat you on the back. It’s not what is asked from me. If you don’t like it, that is your problem not mine. I’m staying professional out there.”

You were harsh, you knew it and saying you were enjoying drawing a line between your personal relationship with Charles and the one you had on the tracks, was a big fat lie. 

“And where was your professionalism when you were dancing and flirting with Mick?” he asked, furious.

You took a step back, as if his bitter question had physically hurt you. You could feel tears welling up in your eyes. You briefly closed them and proceeded to ignore him as you made your way to your door, not hesitating to push him a little. You wouldn’t make him the pleasure to see you hurt. You fumbled with your key until you managed to open your door and entered the room. You were not quick enough to prevent Charles from following you inside. 

“Mick is my friend.”

“So you do make friends with some drivers, nice to know. Make you even more hypocrite than I thought.”

“Mick and I understand each other. Not that I should justify myself to you.”

“I understand you too! I try to! I’m trying here, can’t you see? But you prefer to push me away  because you know what? You are scared. You are scared of the bond we could have. So you’re fleeing, like a coward.”

It made you snap.

“You have no right to stand here and judge me. When did I give you the permission to do so? We are friends. I let you in, despite everything I let you in. I told you about my brother, I let you see me be vulnerable, I’ve done more things with you than with any other drivers and here you are, asking for what? More? I give you enough, Charles! And maybe I could give you even more but I need time! I need to find the right balance between professional and personal and yeah, fine, maybe it was not right of me to be like that with you. But I’m trying! I will make mistakes but I don’t want you to throw them in my face every damn time. And if you can’t handle that, then maybe it’s best if you leave and if we stop being friends.”

You swore you had seen a flash in his eyes and before you even had time to register what was happening, you felt his hands around your waist and his lips on yours, kissing you like his life depended on it. Before you could even process it, you kissed him back as his teeth bit your lower lip. And that’s when you finally fully understood what was going on. You let go of him, took a step back and before you even knew it, you felt your hand moving on its own to slap his face, getting him out of the trance he was in. 

“Y/N… I… I’m sorry, I just…  I don’t know where that comes from, I…” he stuttered. 

“Leave, Charles. I think it’s best.” you calmly answered, opening the door as you saw him rushing out, without a second glance to you. 

You were a coward. He was right. Because if you had just an ounce of bravery you wouldn't seriously consider not attending Barcelona. How could you face him? How would you be able to do your job properly? Your thoughts were all over the place. You were thinking about his lips on yours, about his hands around your waist and how good it felt. He was even haunting you in your dreams. Very sweet dreams that were making you blush whenever you were thinking about them.  As the race was approaching you were feeling more and more anxious to the point your work was starting to pay the price, something Marion ended up noticing. When she confronted you, you simply said that you were not feeling good lately.

“If you want to skip Barcelona, you can. I can cover for you. I know how tiring traveling can get. If you need to sit this one out, don’t worry, okay?” she reassured you and never you had felt so relieved. 

“I want to come, I just don’t feel good enough for the interviews.”

“So you can be in the pitlane at the start, if it is more convenient for you.”

“I would like that.”

“Did something happen? You loved the interviews.” she asked. 

“No!” you answered a little too fast for your liking. “It’s just the perspective of staying in a crowded place, with little space to move… And I want to experiment something new.”

“Then it is settled! The pitlane will be waiting for you.”

Hell on earth. That’s what Barcelona felt like to Charles. He was not happy at all about his performance, nor was he of the team’s. He was pissed off. About everything but as much as he was trying to convince himself otherwise, he knew the underlying issue. An issue that could be summed up in five letters. A kiss. A stupid kiss. It was a mistake and he couldn’t believe how stupid he could have been?  His multiple texts, sent as apologies, had stayed unanswered. But he understood. He messed up, probably scared you off and he was the only one to blame. 

“Charles, you have to leave the room, I don’t want an aggressive driver during our meetings.” Fred had firmly said when he had blown up in anger.

He couldn’t let his private life influence his driving and his relationship with the team. And he couldn’t keep lying to himself. He had to act on his feelings properly or he had to forget about you. There was no in between. But in any case, he had to talk to you and you had to listen. He knew you were around and he was determined to make you listen. 

Y/N

Can we talk? 

We have to. 

We NEED to.

He saw his texts immediately opened and it gave him hope. 

Please. It won’t be long. 

When he noticed the three dots indicating you were typing he almost let out a sigh of relief. 

You’re right. We have to. 

You sent him your address and the time she would be there. An hour. It was a lot of time to think about what he was going to tell you and at the same time it was not enough. He felt like a high school teenager about to confess to his crush and he felt so stupid. It had never happened to him before. He usually was confident around women, he knew how good looking he was and how charming he could be. But with you, he was a mess. You were making him so nervous. A mix of good kind and bad kind. He didn’t know how you would react, if you would slap him again or kiss him until you both would be out of breath. He liked an option better than the other.

He had bought tulips on his way to your door. And when he was in front of it, he suddenly found the idea very stupid. It’s not like you would be able to keep them. But it was reassuring for him, maybe it would make you smile. The door finally opened, revealing you, still in your work clothes. You were so pretty. He had always noticed it but today you were pretty in a candid way. It made him gulp, especially since you were still very silent as you sat down on your bed looking at him, waiting for his next move. Move he had no idea what it would be. So he started pacing the room, hoping to find the right words, the flowers still in hands. He finally stopped, ran a hand in his hair and looked at you. 

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kissed you like that. Especially because of the reasons that led me to kiss you. I admit, I was jealous of Mick. A real and fat feeling of jealousy like I’ve never experienced before. Seeing you laugh with him and be your carefree self with someone other than me made me feel things I didn’t expect to feel. It was stupid and selfish to hope that the side of you that you've shown me in New York would be for me only. You told me about your brother, you gave me access to your life in New York, the way you acted around me and then the friendly texts… I think I got confused. Maybe I misread the entire situation. For that I’m sorry. Bur gosh, I’m not sorry to have kissed you. It made me realize that my feelings were everything but friendly. I have a crush on you. I like you a whole lot. It’s stupid, I know. But it is there. It exists. And I can’t help it.” he said in one breath.

You sighed and stood up, moving next to him and taking his free hand in yours. 

“I can’t reciprocate it, Charles. I’m so sorry.”

“You can’t or you don’t, because these are two different things? he asked, slightly hurt but expecting your answer and when he saw you hesitating he knew not everything was lost. That he was right to hope. 

“You’re nice and caring and you did it, you know. You showed me that there were not only assholes out there. Your presence in my life is a breath of fresh air and the companionship I didn't know I needed. I value our friendship. A lot more than what you can imagine. But I don’t want to sacrifice my career. It’s my dream and my little brother’s. He wanted to see me there and I won’t jeopardize it. I can’t. I would never forgive myself if I was messing it up. For Luc, I can’t do that.” you explained, tears in your eyes.

Charles slowly got closer, caressed your cheek and put two fingers under your chin in order to make you look at him. He could read the dilemma you were going through and it hurt him more than a rejection would have. 

“I understand. But you don’t have to choose. You can have your career and you can have me.”

You shook your head. 

“As much as I would like it, it doesn’t work like that, Charles. I don’t think it’s possible.”

“And I think you’re wrong. Let me show you that you can have the best of both worlds.”

You let out a small laugh. He would not give up. 

And his promise started the next day as you were checking in at the airport. 

“You’ve been upgraded to first class, Miss.”

“Wait, what?” you asked, as Marion and Jean let out an impressed sigh. 

“Well, you’re registered as a first class passenger in our online base.”

“But how?” you insisted. 

“I don’t know, miss, and it’s not really my problem now if you can move out of the way, you’re not the only passenger.”

You reluctantly moved to let Marion and Jean check in. As they were doing so, you took you phone out to find a text from Charles and suddenly, it was all clearer. 

Would you be with me, that would become your daily life.

Those few words messed with your head during the whole flight and when you finally got back to your flat. You were exhausted. Your best friend was supposed to arrive soon and you hoped that she would be able to make you forget about Charles. You took a quick shower and soon the doorbell rang, telling you that she had arrived. She jumped into your arms, begging you to tell her everything. 

“I don’t have much to tell. It was work, you know.” you avoided her look on you, preparing water to boil. 

She sneaked next to you and moved her head to the side, her eyes staring at you, making you uncomfortable. 

“There’s something you are not saying.”

“Absolutely not.”

“You can never shut up about your job when I ask you questions and I find you very quiet right now. Spill.”

And you spilled. In details, from the moment you met Charles to Miami, to New York and the kiss in Monaco, ending your story to his confession in your hotel room. You were out of breath when you finished talking and you could feel your cheeks burning. 

“Atta girl. You have an F1 driver at your feet and you don’t jump on the occasion? What is wrong with you? “

“Why can’t anyone understand that it might cause conflicts with my job? Like bias, conflicts of interests… I can’t!” you sighed, annoyed. 

“Okay, fine, I get it. Now let me ask you something different. Imagine you’re not a journalist. In another world, you and Charles work a very tedious 9 to 5 job. You both end up in a bar, for an after work event. He sees you across the room, you do too and you think that damn, he is good looking. And he finds you pretty too. So he comes and buys you a drink that you accept, because who says no to free alcohol? Anyway, you have a chat and it lasts until the bar has to close. You were so deep into your conversation that you both didn’t notice the crowd leaving and the hour approaching the early hours of the next day. And then, he asks you out for a real date, because he finds in you everything he is searching for. What are you saying?”

You closed your eyes, imagined the scene and let a warm and comforting feeling settle in your chest. A smile escaped you. It felt nice. Peaceful. For the first time in a very long time, you felt excited about the perspective of something new, no matter how scary that could be. 

“I would have said yes.” you replied, opening your eyes.

“Then maybe you should hold onto that and give the poor guy a chance. You never know what could happen.” she smiled. 

And when she finally left your flat, after hours of talking, you took your phone and sent a text to Charles. A bold and thrilling feeling running through your body when you press send. 

Do you still want to prove to me that I can have the best of both worlds?

Author's note: Happy Easter everyone! Here's a little gift from me to you to celebrate! I knew you were waiting for that kiss... hehe

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character/story inspiration tag

rules: write up a blurb or make a visual collage of the people or characters (from books, TV shows, movies, etc.) that inspired your story and/or OC, either visually, personality wise, or just a general vibe

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FROZEN PINES: Strange Trails by Lord Huron with lyrics from Frozen Pines // The Wall by Pink Floyd // The Sixth Sense (1999) // Life is Strange // Supernatural s4ep1 "Lazarus Rising" // lyrics from Kin by Radical Face // a magic 8 ball // It (2017) // Stand By Me (1986) // Lovers of Modena // SYFY article on black holes

CASPER MAYFIELD: Montero by Lil Nas X // French Exit by TV Girl // Troy Bolton from High School Musical // Carmy Berzatto from The Bear // lyrics from Off My Mind by Joe P // Brian O'Conner (+ Mia Toretto) from Fast & Furious

COCO ARIAS: Lyrics from My Own Dance by Kesha // Fiona Gallagher from Shameless // Back to Black by Amy Winehouse // adult film star Angela White // Lyrics from Gimme More by Britney Spears // Who Really Cares by TV Girl // Xena from Xena: Warrior Princess

ELAINE NGUYEN: Fearless by Taylor Swift // the record by boygenius // quote from Lang Leav // lyrics from Seventeen by Sharon Van Etten // Juliet Capulet from Romeo and Juliet // Jackie Taylor from Yellowjackets // lyrics from Let It All Out by COIN

STEVIE DONOVAN: Lyrics from Big Fat Mouth by Arlie // unknown artwork // Aloy from Horizon Zero Dawn // lyrics from Space Cadet by The Technicolors // Broken Bells by Broken Bells // Dreamland by Glass Animals // Nomi Marks from Sense8 // climbing by Lucille Clifton

JADA CAREY: Lyrics from Hush by The Marias // quote from Frank Bidart // When the Pawn... by Fiona Apple // Raven Baxter from That's So Raven // Mystery by Jesse Jo Stark // unknown artwork // quote from Margaret Atwood

ALISA MARCIANO: Lyrics from Under Your Skin by Aesthetic Perfection // Carrie White from Carrie // artwork by griefmother // You Forgot It In People by Broken Social Scene // So Tonight That I Might See by Mazzy Star // lyrics from Desire by Meg Myers

[englishclubbers]

Basic vs advanced English sentences

1. I'm very tired. - I'm drained.

2. It's very hot outside. - It's scorching outside.

3. He's very angry. - He's furious.

4. It's very noisy. - It's deafening.

5. I'm very surprised. - I'm astonished.

6. It's very bad. - It's atrocious.

7. I'm very busy. - I'm up to my ears.

8. It's very good. - It's excellent.

9. She's very beautiful. - She's stunning.

10. I'm very scared. - I'm terrified.

11. It's very important. - It's crucial.

12. It's very strange. - It's bizarre.

13. He's very funny. - He's hilarious.

14. It's very dangerous. - It's perilous.

15. I'm very hungry. - I'm famished.

16. It's very simple. - It's straightforward.

17. He's very lazy. - He's indolent.

18. I'm very happy. - I'm elated.

19. It's very clean. - It's spotless.

20. It's very dirty. - It's filthy.

21. I'm very sure. - I'm positive.

22. It's very small. - It's tiny.

23. It's very big. - It's enormous.

24. He's very smart. - He's brilliant.

25. It's very cheap. - It's dirt cheap.

26. It's very expensive. - It's exorbitant.

27. It's very cold. - It's icy.

28. It's very wet. - It's drenched.

29. It's very dry. - It's parched.

30. It's very fast. - It's rapid.

31. It's very slow. - It's sluggish.

32. He's very strong. - He's powerful.

33. She's very weak. - She's frail.

34. I'm very nervous. - I'm anxious.

35. It's very boring. - It's dull.

36. It's very exciting. - It's thrilling.

37. It's very interesting. - It's captivating.

38. It's very rare. - It's scarce.

39. It's very common. - It's widespread.

40. I'm very thirsty. - I'm parched.

41. It's very old. - It's ancient.

42. It's very new. - It's brand new.

43. He's very young. - He's youthful.

44. She's very old. - She's elderly.

45. It's very light. - It's weightless.

46. It's very heavy. - It's hefty.

47. It's very quiet. - It's silent.

48. It's very loud. - It's thunderous.

49. It's very bright. - It's dazzling.

50. It's very dark. - It's pitch black.

51. It's very easy. - It's effortless.

52. It's very hard. - It's arduous.

53. It's very clear. - It's crystal clear.

54. It's very dirty. - It's grimy.

55. I'm very confused. - I'm baffled.

56. It's very sad. - It's heartbreaking.

57. It's very happy. - It's jubilant.

58. It's very windy. - It's gusty.

59. It's very dry. - It's arid.

60. It's very wet. - It's saturated.

61. It's very cloudy. - It's overcast.

62. It's very stormy. - It's tempestuous.

63. It's very quiet. - It's hushed.

64. It's very loud. - It's ear-splitting.

65. It's very quick. - It's lightning fast.

66. It's very slow. - It's lethargic.

67. It's very high. - It's towering.

68. It's very low. - It's depressed.

69. It's very far. - It's distant.

70. It's very near. - It's adjacent.

71. It's very polite. - It's courteous.

72. It's very rude. - It's insolent.

73. It's very expensive. - It's exorbitant.

74. It's very cheap. - It's inexpensive.

75. It's very thick. - It's dense.

76. It's very thin. - It's slender.

77. It's very weak. - It's fragile.

78. It's very strong. - It's robust.

79. It's very hard. - It's solid.

80. It's very soft. - It's tender.

81. It's very fat. - It's obese.

82. It's very skinny. - It's emaciated.

83. It's very cold. - It's frosty.

84. It's very hot. - It's boiling.

85. It's very rough. - It's coarse.

86. It's very smooth. - It's silky.

87. It's very shiny. - It's gleaming.

88. It's very dull. - It's lackluster.

89. It's very small. - It's minuscule.

90. It's very big. - It's colossal.

91. It's very rich. - It's affluent.

92. It's very poor. - It's destitute.

93. It's very important. - It's paramount.

94. It's very unimportant. - It's trivial.

95. It's very strong. - It's mighty.

96. It's very weak. - It's feeble.

97. It's very tasty. - It's delicious.

98. It's very untasty. - It's bland.

99. It's very cheerful. - It's exuberant.

100. It's very quiet. - It's tranquil.

[daybreakerangel]

Your discussion about leaks made me think many things.I feel like Lucifer is being dick to Al 'cus he's still holding grudge from the whole Drop beat dad.

I actually laughed how much Lute tried to paint herself as the victim. Probably thinks she's a victim. I hope we find out if she is heavenborn or not.

Adam disliking Abel makes me think that we're missing details. Most likely it's something to do with Cain. Or he just didn't like that Abel chose marching band.

Why Abel took Adam's position might be a pretty simple reason; to piss Lute off. I get a feeling that she's not that popular thanks to her personality. Maybe that's why Adam was so important to her, he liked her as a person and gave her purpose. And while Hazbin is full of misogyny, I feel like Lute not being the new leader is more to do with the fact that she's too unstable for the position. So it's also possible that Abel became a leader because there was no other choice.

I wonder if the rumor/leak/theory about Eve being Beach!Lilith is true. Would that give Adam's and Eve's relationship more depth? And probably mess up Lute's already fragile mental state. For example, she finds out and is furious at Eve (+ Lilith if they work together) for deveicing Adam, only to learn that he knew. That he (the brutally honest guy) actually lied to her. I don't know how much her simp heart would handle.

Sounds like a unnecessary trainwreck? This is hellaverse, every relationship is a trainwreck.

Seeing this ask made me put on my critical cap on. I do not want more Lu and Al “beef”, it is already uninteresting to me. Less of that more of him trying to fix his relationship with Charlie. Lucifer being a prideful but insecure is fine and dandy. I do not want him to be petty and bitchy. Al was minding his business and did not even said anything yet.

I hope this season clears up if Lute and the exorcists are Heaven made or born too. I hope we see some of exorcists react to Adam’s death. I am surprised there was some with Lute at Sir P’s trial to back her up. The other exorcists are just a hive mind I guess. Lute becoming obsessed about Adam is wild. It could have worked if she had a personality outside of him but that is clearly not the case. She did everything for that bastard and her whole character revolves around him. She even had a bracelet on her wrist that looked like his halo like GIRL. She wanted a piece of that fat man BADLY, definition of down bad. Cain is the first murderer, I do not how the show can due to “twist” of their story. The murder probably did not happen in the show because Adam was the first soul to get into Heaven. In biblical lore, Adam and Eve were alive when Abel was killed. Adam hating marching bands would be funny but also dumb on his part. Have you seen marching bands? That shit is cool. Or Abel took the marching band aesthetic to connect with Adam in some shape or form. I do like the idea of the first family having a band aesthetic. Adam is the rocker, Abel is the marching band, Cain can be death metal, and Eve can be gospel.

Lute is more off the rails than Adam was. He was even weirded out by her comment she made about Vaggie at the start of Ep 8. Abel seems to not hold any malicious towards her, calling her “miss”. Abel taking up the role of leader so fast is crazy. Like Adam was just murked and Heaven is like “Abel. You leader now.” Like what? Are they going to train him? They had a mask similar to Adam’s already made for him too. The higher ups were waiting for Adam to die, no one liked his fat ass.

Lute becoming unstable makes me wonder if mental health services do not exist in Heaven. There is clearly something wrong with her and everyone just brushes her off and not even try to comfort her.

I hate the Eve and Lilith theories. It is a high chance of the swap theory being canon but it is still stupid. What would be the need to switch places? Adam probably was keeping some secrets from Lute that he took to the grave. I fear that Adam and Eve’s relationship will be typical for the Hellaverse. Toxic or one-sided. Depth for these shows is like a kiddy pool. Which is an issue for some, I am mixed on it. It does give me more to work with as I create my AU.

Sorry about the rambles. I think about this show too much. I was excited to S2 as a whole but now, Abel is the only new aspect I am excited for. He is a cute little dude.

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Halloween!!! 🦇🦇🦇 Can you write something about Word of Honor? Otherwise anything of the identity porn will do

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13

Sizhui doesn't hear what's happened until nearly dinner. All he knows is that his father is furious and Lady Xuanyu has shut herself away in the library with stern orders for no one to disturb her. Their marriage has seemed amicable enough so far, considering they're strangers under an arranged marriage, so he doesn't understand what could have happed.

It's Jingyi who finds out the truth, probably by breaking several rules against gossip and enticing others into uncouth behavior.

"Jumped off a cliff?" he repeats incredulously. "That can't be right. She wouldn't do that."

Lady Xuanyu is bright and warm and affectionate and she always has a smile for him and time to listen about his day, pushing her scrolls away to tug him to her side so she can give him her undivided attention. She keeps pressing sweet buns into his hand, telling him to share with his friends and only winking at him when he asks where they came from.

Jingyi shrugs, although he seems equally dubious. "Your father went after her and caught her as she fell. Now they're fighting, I guess."

He won't disobey his step mother's orders. But he does kneel outside of the library to wait.

Dinner time comes. He does not leave.

It's approaching curfew when his uncle comes down the path and pauses next to him. "I heard you were here. What are you doing, Sizhui?"

"Lady Xuanyu ordered everyone away," he says, keeping his eyes on the door. She has to open them eventually. "I'm waiting for her."

"I'll get her," Lan Xichen says, moving towards the library.

Sizhui grabs onto his sleeve. "Don't. Don't rush her. It's fine. I don't mind waiting."

"Sizhui," he says, pained.

He shakes his head. "It's fine. You were all so worried she'd be cruel to me, but she hasn't been. If she'd ordered me to kneel in the courtyard every day just because she didn't like me, then we would have all thought I was getting off lightly. I don't mind waiting until she's ready to leave."

His uncle sighs. "It's been a long time since I've done this."

Sizhui doesn't know what he means, but Lan Xichen just sighs and stands slightly behind him, hands clasped behind his back. "Uncle! What are you doing?"

"Waiting with you," he says.

"You can't do that," he insists, "you're our sect leader, it's not proper!"

"I am also your uncle," he says gently, "if you're here, then I'm here."

Sizhui sputters, trying to come up with some sort of argument that will get his uncle on his way when the doors are shoved open and Lady Xuanyu tumbles out, grumbling, "-texts that haven't been updated in - what on earth are you two doing?"

Her hair is in a sloppy bun atop her head, strands hanging down, and she's holding her spotless pale blue over robe in her arms while her gold Jin robe is covered in ink marks.

"Sizhui has been waiting for you," Lan Xichen says. "He missed dinner."

Lady Xuanyu frowns and Sizhui blurts out, "Are you okay?"

"Am I okay?" she repeats, eyebrows pushed together. "Of course I am, what are you - you've been her since before dinner? Growing boys need to eat! Let's find you something. I'm a terrible cook unless you like sp-spoiled food, so hopefully some of the cooks are still up."

Lady Xuanyu grips his forearm and pulls him to his feet with strength it doesn't look like she should have. She stars brushing off his robe, still scolding him for not eating properly, and he lunges forward before he loses his nerve.

He wraps his arms around her waist and presses his forehead into her shoulder.

Her voice cuts off and after a stunned moment she returns the hug, squeezing him hard enough that it's almost like she's resettling him into his own skin. "Sizhui? Are you okay? Was someone mean to you? Tell me who it was, I'll beat them up."

He laughs but it comes out kind of choked. "I'm really glad you're here. Don't be too mad at my father. Please."

Not mad enough to throw herself from a cliff, at least.

She's the only mother he's ever had.

She's not that much older than him, far too young to have had him herself, but she acts like his mother, has treated him like he's always seen all his friends' mothers treat them growing up.

"Oh, Sizhui," she says softly. "Don't worry about me and your father. My relationship with him has nothing to do with my relationship with you, okay? You don't have to worry about that."

"Okay," he says, although he is very much going to worry about it now. He hadn't before, and she'd jumped off a cliff.

"Now let's get you some dinner," she says, stepping back but keeping an arm around his shoulders. "Are you coming, Lan Xichen?"

"No," his uncle says, seeming extremely satisfied for no reason that Sizhui can think of, "You two have a good night."

Lady Xuanyu gives his uncle a suspicious look, but nods and guides them towards the kitchens.

[flouqic-jaye]

⊹₊⟡ INTRODUCTION TO ME !

INTRODUCTION — 𝐉𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄

Hello tumblr!! My name is Jazmine and you can either call me

Jaz

Jazmine

JJ

Valerie (If we’re close)

Jaye 💙

Jiji

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 — 𝐉𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐒

Music 🎵 I like:

Rap, Hip hop, K-pop, R&b, Jazz, 2000’s, Hyperpop, Electro, Alt etc

Artists I like: Bryson Tiller, HER, Summer Walker, PartyNextDoor, SZA, Giveon, dhruv, Chris Brown, 702, TLC, Destiny’s Child, 2pac, Biggie, Pop Smoke, A Boogie with a Hoodie, Lil Uzi Vert, Vacations, Arctic Monkeys, 50 Cent, Aaliyah, Gwen Stefani, Kanye West, Cassie, Britney Spears, Amerie, Blu Cantrell, Beyoncé, Rihanna, Usher, Alicia Keys, Madonna, Juice WRLD, XXXTENTACION, Lil Peep, Amy Winehouse, Mary J Blige, Fat Joe, Terror Squad, Drake, J. Cole, Future, Metro Boomin, T-Pain, Lloyd, Kendrick Lamar, Chase Atlantic, Sean Paul, Pingmas, CLASS:Y, Stray Kids, Enhypen, Txt, P1harmony, Ateez, Aespa Boynextdoor, Bts, Riize, NEWJEANS ‼️🤞 etc (I’m too lazy.)

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 — 𝐉𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

Personally, I’ve never struggled really with shifting as it just came naturally to me bc I was into spirituality before shifting and manifestation etc etc. When I found out about shifting I just knew it would be easy so it was & I minishifted on my first try 🤷‍♀️ My tips for shifters are to just let go, babe, you know you are going to shift and you ALREADY have shifted so why put shifting on a pedestal? Your mind shifts and as soon as you decide that you’ve shifted ! Easy as that.

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝟐.𝟎 — 𝐉𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒

I have a lot of drs, but most of them I’ve shifted to them a few times

Skz DR (40-45x ??)

Enhypen DR (20-25x)

Ateez DR (5x)

KUARTZ DR ft.@s4ku-sh1ftz (3x)

True beauty DR (8-9x)

TXT DR (1x)

P1h DR (2x)

Sweet Home (1x)

Alice In Borderland (1x)

All Of Us Are Dead (0x)

Alone In The World (0x)

Garfield (0x PLEASE LET ME SEE THIS DR I NEED IT)

EL3VATION (3x)

ru next? (10-12x)

Life in Korea (0x)

Life in China (0x)

Life in Japan (0x)

And the rest of my (0x) DRS

-Supacell

-NYX (Own co-ed group)

-Nexz

-Idol School x AOUAD ft.@s4ku-sh1ftz

-Katseye

-Grown Ups

-Better Cr

-Twice

-Aespa

-Newjeans

-BlackPink

-Cobra Kai

-Chase Atlantic

-Fast & Furious

-Spiderverse

-Call Of Duty

-MAVE (Own gg)

-Bloodhounds

-Strong Girl Nam-soon

-Day Shift

-Jumanji

-Ult K-pop Fan

-Boarding School

-Hierarchy

-Str!pper

-K-pop Mafia

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝟑.𝟎 — 𝐉𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒

This is lowkey just a promo section but I make shifting script templates and you can check them out on the Linktree (byo) and on my TikTok @ezoxtica please consider dropping temp suggestions if you like the theme of my temps or want a specific theme for a temp I made! <3

𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 — 𝐉𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄

I’m also a writer and upload my works here on tumblr!! I’ll try my best to write a variety of one shot smuts, 100k fics, slow burns etc etc. Send in all the requests you have for these PUHLEASEEE. I need ideas for posting and I love doing peoples reqs. There are obviously some lines that I won’t cross with smuts but if I’m not comfy, I’ll either not reply, or let you know.

𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 — 𝐉𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐅𝐒

I’m a heavy Law Of Assumption user and I believe I have mastered it, I believe in non-dualism & eiypo but my beliefs can change daily and idrc if y’all start yapping about how I switch my beliefs every day #suckonit. I also don’t give af abt no drama on shifttok so if u race change or age down or whatever tf people don’t like on shifttok ur welcome here lol. I really do not gaf

[1poda]

She Hates Pirates! Pt.8

Alba stood before a rocky mountain and held the map before her sight to double check "This is it... there's gotta be a hidden entrance somewhere" The Explorer held a hand to her chin in thought, seemingly not noticing the band of men who surrounded her, holding their weapons and grinning for a fight they picked the perfect moment for… or so they thought. 

"I suppose.... I'll have to beat it outta one of you guys" she turned to the wide-eyed ambush with a blank stare.

The Capitan and his teammates forced their way through tangled bushes and mean vines, Zorro bubbled and hissed before unsheathing one of his unreplaceable blades to attack the grabby vegetation around them "How much longer do we have to stay in this hell jungle?" he groaned, earning a side glance from the straw hat chef who stood behind him. 

"We'll stay as long as it takes, I'm not leaving without Alba by my side" Sanji gazed into the sunset dramatically with a cigarette pinched between his fingers. The pair to busy grumbling at each other to notice Luffy as he forced a boulder out of the way with an angry strength, with his lips upturned childishly the pirate let out a huff. 

Kicking a small pebble the monkey boy continued to shuffle his way through the thick forest "Dumb Alba, leaving me behind... didn't even wait for breakfast..." he kicked another stone "Dummy...!" 

At his grumbling the bright-haired pair glanced at each other as they followed his footsteps wordlessly, all appearing fine until the island shook gravely, the trees almost coming uprooted from the force while crumbling rocks fell from a nearby mountain. The shaking rocking of the island grew more violent as smoke began to build from the mouth of the elevated peek, shooting out in a group of ash before the breeze above swirled its dancing fumes in a threatening spin around the exit. 

"No way!" Luffy giggled at the sudden reveal as his men yelled at the development "First Marines and now this?! Just what the hell is wrong with this island!" the swordsman flailed around as the trembles eased, the back of his red striped shirt was grabbed by Sanji.

The chef kicked himself to safety with an angry sword fighter in hand while their giggling Capitan swung from branch to branch, seemingly filled with a new sense of life since the white-haired 'Explorer' left him behind. 

"You really think a girl like that is making this much racket?"

Sanji let out a grunt as he dodged a particularly large and dangerous boulder, taking a moment to think about the kind of people Luffy seemed to keep around him, beautiful girls or not, everyone touched by the friendship of their Capitan would be strange one way or another. 

"Guess we can't rule out anything at this point" Sanji mumbled as he followed the bouncing rubber man. 

Alba huffed and puffed inside the cave she had bullied her way through, the entrance crumbling at her epic arrival while piles of men littered the hideout, her fists trembled at the sight of four larger fighters standing before her. Each with their own nasty grin and weapon. Large guns filled the back of one big body while his friend- who allowed his large sword to hang from the left side of his hip- leaned on a shoulder, careful not to add pressure on his countless grenades. 

The third fighter stood on the other side of the Marine he followed, a large cement hammer was held in one hand easily while the other gripped a huge shield that could easily cover the prepared men, awaiting any sign of danger or violence. 

The largest of them all laughed at the state of his men, all beaten and bruised yet still groaning from the pain. His fat lips circled into a nearly toothless grin as he took a handful of stomps forward "Nice job you did here, lill fish" 

Alba's eyes widened at the nickname and a glow quickly snapped through the darkness of the cave. Her skin grew a pale light which expelled every shadow from the cave, as the furious Alba grew brighter the largest of the group chuckled and pointed a finger to the roof of their hideaway. 

"I wouldn't go and do that now- after all... one more little explosion from you and this whole island sinks" the marine chuckled as her wide stare trickled to the space behind the evil doers which had begun filling with steam and building heat. Following their seductive wisps of smoke her light dimmed as the Explorer realized why this was their chosen battleground. 

Her knuckles popped at the strength of her gripping fists as her angry stare made one of the lackeys glance at his friend, wondering if fighting her in a place like this was really a good idea. What if she, like their Captain, had some sort of unfinished death wish.

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

A Gentle Answer Turns Away Wrath

1 A soft answer turneth away fury; but a grievous word stirreth up anger.

2 The tongue of the wise useth knowledge aright; but the mouth of the foolish poureth out folly.

3 The eyes of Jehovah are in every place, beholding the evil and the good.

4 Gentleness of tongue is a tree of life; but crookedness therein is a breaking of the spirit.

5 A fool despiseth his father's instruction; but he that regardeth reproof becometh prudent.

6 In the house of a righteous man is much treasure; but in the revenue of a wicked man is disturbance.

7 The lips of the wise disperse knowledge, but not so the heart of the foolish.

8 The sacrifice of the wicked is an abomination to Jehovah; but the prayer of the upright is his delight.

9 The way of a wicked man is an abomination to Jehovah; but him that pursueth righteousness he loveth.

10 Grievous correction is for him that forsaketh the path; he that hateth reproof shall die.

11 Sheol and destruction are before Jehovah; how much more then the hearts of the children of men!

12 A scorner loveth not one that reproveth him; he will not go unto the wise.

13 A joyful heart maketh a cheerful countenance; but by sorrow of heart the spirit is broken.

14 The heart of an intelligent man seeketh knowledge; but the mouth of the foolish feedeth on folly.

15 All the days of the afflicted are evil; but a cheerful heart is a continual feast.

16 Better is little with the fear of Jehovah than great store and disquietude therewith.

17 Better is a meal of herbs where love is, than a fatted ox and hatred therewith.

18 A furious man stirreth up contention; but he that is slow to anger appeaseth strife.

19 The way of the sluggard is as a hedge of thorns; but the path of the upright is made plain.

20 A wise son maketh a glad father; but a foolish man despiseth his mother.

21 Folly is joy to him that is void of sense; but a man of understanding regulateth his walk.

22 Without counsel purposes are disappointed; but in the multitude of counsellors they are established.

23 A man hath joy by the answer of his mouth; and a word in its season, how good is it!

24 The path of life is upwards for the wise, that he may depart from Sheol beneath.

25 Jehovah plucketh up the house of the proud; but he establisheth the boundary of the widow.

26 The thoughts of the evil man are an abomination to Jehovah; but pure words are pleasant.

27 He that is greedy of gain troubleth his own house; but he that hateth gifts shall live.

28 The heart of a righteous man studieth to answer; but the mouth of the wicked poureth out evil things.

29 Jehovah is far from the wicked; but he heareth the prayer of the righteous.

30 That which enlighteneth the eyes rejoiceth the heart; good tidings make the bones fat.

31 The ear that heareth the reproof of life shall abide among the wise.

32 He that refuseth instruction despiseth his own soul; but he that heareth reproof getteth sense.

33 The fear of Jehovah is the discipline of wisdom, and before honour goeth humility. — Proverbs 15 | Literal Emphasis Translation (LET) The Literal Emphasis Bible is in the public domain. Cross References: Genesis 13:8; Leviticus 7:18; Deuteronomy 19:14; Deuteronomy 32:22; Judges 8:1; 1 Kings 1:12; Nehemiah 2:2; Psalm 59:7; Proverbs 1:2; Proverbs 1:7; Proverbs 1:25; Proverbs 8:21; Proverbs 9:7-8; Proverbs 10:1; Proverbs 12:14; Proverbs 13:18; Proverbs 13:20; Proverbs 16:24; Proverbs 18:15; Proverbs 22:5; Proverbs 25:25; Matthew 22:4; John 9:31; Acts 1:24; Ephesians 5:15; 1 Timothy 6:6; 1 Timothy 6:9; 1 Timothy 6:11; Hebrews 4:13; 1 Peter 3:15; Revelation 2:7

[bubble-booty-valkyrie]

Nora seeing Stud!Yang approach, his Semblance active and undoing his belt.

"Heh, I am Scaroused!!!"

This was supposed to be small, but I got carried away, a good little chaser for the next Weiss thing I guess~! Enjoy~!

---

Yang's gauntlet covered fist slammed down into the face of the white fang grunt with the force of a semi-truck, destroying the mask underneath his hand like a glass plate shattering against the ground, a sound that was as satisfying to him as it was cringe and sympathy pain inducing to anyone watching.

Yang was taught by his dad that it wasn't right to hit a woman, but you had to do what you had to do as a Huntsmen. And frankly, he thinks his dad wouldn't mind this time.

The woman in question he just laid the fuck out was almost twice his size, faded black stripes across her body like birthmarks and a set of feline like ears showed him the woman was something like a tiger. Whatever, he didn't care. Her head thudded against the pavement, her aura tanking the hit, and the force making her blackout.

Normally someone of this size against a person of her size meant a clear strength advantage, especially when she was visibly muscular, hot he'd say. But Yang wasn't a normal guy, and people didn't normally walk away from denting his fucking car.

Aura flooded his body the moment she through some poor guy into the side, they were robbing a dust store, or something, he didn't care, the guy ran when he was suddenly stuck between a 7-8 foot tall busty tigress and a 6'5 flaming guy screaming with rage. Her size meant nothing, he'd smashed Atlesian robots three times her size. He would have liked to see the look on her face behind the mask when he suddenly through her over his shoulder and slammed her down like nothing.

Someone her size wouldn't have been used to being manhandled so carelessly. Semblances were always a wild card. Something no one could predict, you just had to roll with the punches. Yang may have been dumb when it came to book smarts, never cared for it, but he was close to Pyrrha when it came to pure skill, but she'd always edge out ahead, she was just too good.

Yangs furious huffing came out in steamy breaths as his blood boiled, eyes glowing red and his flaming hair lighting up the darkened street, looking up at his car, it was a small dent, but a dent. The paint chipped off and his carefully cared for car looked like shit from this angle. His dad was right, his semblance was a glorified temper tantrum. Fuck.

"Hehehehe~! Scary~!" Yang realized he was still straddling the woman below him, arms still poised to hammer blows down more. But he wasn't going to, she was done. The police were on their way now.

Nora skipped happily into his vision as she got up to his car, bent over, and inspected the damage herself. He looked back, there were more White Fang, he just didn't care, focused only on the big one.

Three guys looked like hammered shit, passed out and maybe one had a broken arm, maybe because Nora's mallet was enough to crush most people, even him if she could hit him. Ouch.

"Aawwww!!" Nora whined and Yang looked back at her, his eyes catching before they reached his car. Nora was bent over at the waist, deeply bent over, not even caring her already hyper-miniskirt was hiked up so high he could see her fat ass clear as day pointed right at him, those massive fucking cheeks like two waterbeds wobbling and jiggling as she wiggled her hips curiously.

A night on the town, a few drinks, a dance at a club, Nora offered, Yang accepted. Nora showed up dressed to the nines, no doubt to shake her ass on the dancefloor, and that she did, twerking on him all night in the classically airheaded Nora fashion, she knew she was teasing, she knew she was twerking like a slut, but somehow she saw nothing wrong with it.

What he hadn't noticed in the dark building was the fact she wasn't wearing a thong, she was wearing something far sluttier.

The panties had a thin strip of fabric that covered her little quim easily, the pink panties going up from there but splitting off into two strings that squished and squeezed against her bubble booty tightly as they held onto that fucking wobbly dumptruck for dear life, up and over her wide breeding hips and down back to the fabric beneath.

But that meant nothing was covering her little pink asshole, the tiny pucker perfectly displayed between her cheeks as she bent over. Panties literally made for easy anal access. That little fucking whore.

Yang felt the need burn inside of him, and knowing Nora, it may have actually been her plan. He didn't know. He didn't care.

"It's broken.." Nora frowned and played with his broken side mirror, he didn't even notice it, but it made his blood boil more, eyes burning angry red as he suddenly stood up and grabbed his belt buckle, the metal clank echoing loudly as Nora looked back over her fat butt curiously, before her eyes went down to his hands, and she saw his burning hot rage and desire to fuck that fat slutty ass.

"Oopsie~!" Nora smiled cutely, lewdly, mischievously, all at once, dropping his snapped off mirror and making it shatter further while swaying that giant set of pillowy poundcakes side to side. The further damage to his baby was all he needed.

--

"Ah~!! Ahh~!! AAhahaa~!!! Ahh~!! AH~!! Ahh~!! M-More~!! Break my butt~!! Ghhhuuuaaaahhh~!!"

The entire yellow and black muscle car rocked violently as the girl bent over the hood squealed and screamed like a whore, her hands pressed firmly against the hood as the hand on the back of her neck slammed her face down into the cold metal, her little nippled pressed against the icy cold paint and her tongue hanging out dumbly.

Yang's teeth grit and ground as he violently smashed another pretty thing in his anger, his open palm coming crashing down onto those meaty, sweat slick, rippling fuckmeat cheeks of the braindead Valkyrie while his other held her down to make sure she couldn't move until he was finished with her vice grip like asshole.

"You fucking cheap, braindead, anal addicted whore!!" Yang snarled and growled, fire practically erupting from his mouth as he turned up the heat, literally. Steam and fire poured off his body in the cold air, and no doubt filled Nora to the brim with oven like heat as his hips crashed against hers.

The entire car rocked so violently he could hear it squeak, but he didn't care, he only focused on those sweaty, rippling ass cheeks clapping off his hips! Every single thrust sounded like thunder echoing in the street, her mountainous asscheeks rippled like water balloons with every single thrust, wobbling and jiggling around his cock, made eve worse by his hand viciously slapping her ass and leaving a nice harsh red handprint on her pale flesh.

Other would have called his pace and roughness too brutal, to hard, to violent, but Nora was built different, she could take it, take it like a whore.

"Yeeessshhhh~!! Fuck me Daddy~!! Break my slutty fuckhole~!!!" Yang's eyes burned red, he could only hear her slutty screams and squeals for more, her asshole was so hot and squeezed so tightly, it was a battle for every inch getting in and out, but he slam fucked that little sore asshole till her legs were shaking with strain and burning muscles, sweat dripping down her body in the cold air.

Switching his hand to her hair, Yang gripped the orange locks like a handle, yanking her back and arching her back viciously, but she could take it, her fat perky tits bounced in the open air as she was yanked back, her tongue hanging out and dripping with spit, her eyes rolling up in her head.

"AAH~!! Ah Ah AH AHA AHA AH AH AH~!!!" Tears poured down the slutty Valkyrie's face as she squirted across her thighs, his nuts slapping against her pussy as he slammed in all the way to the base.

"This was your fucking plan the whole time!! Wasn't it?! Nothing but a set of fucking holes, you just wanted to get used like a fuckdoll!!" The harsh, wet, clapping was getting harder, louder, faster, he was livid, and he had the perfect little fuckhole to take out all his anger on, he could break her and be fine, she wanted it, she wanted to be broken.

His hands suddenly shot to her neck, strong, calloused fingers wrapping around both sides of her throat as he ripped her away from the car, slamming her tiny body against the pavement below and jackhammering his cock down into her asshole from above, keeping her face down, ass up, as he he plowed balls deep into her fat, rippling cheeks, the sweaty cleft of her wrapped around his cock as he split her in two.

"HHGGKKK~!!! YESH~!! I JUSH WANNA BE A SHET OF FUCK HOLSH~!!" Nora wasn't shy, he knew she dreamed of being a walking cumdumpster, and it made him steel fucking hard. Hs hands squeezed brutally around her throat, and he could feel her clench around his cock harder, and in turn, he fucked her twice as hard, so hard he could see the pavement under them crack, her ass clapping so loud he knew people all over could hear it, as well as her squeals.

"FUCK!!!" Yang slammed do hard into her asshole he knew he was going to be sore in the morning, and so was she, but he couldn't stop watching those rippling waterbeds clap and jiggle around his fuckstick, but whether he wanted to or not, he couldn't stop the clenching of his balls as he suddenly flooded her asshole with his almost boiling hot cum, cock clenching over and over as shot after shot spilled into her and painted her insides white.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH~!!! YESH DADDY~!!" But he didn't stop, he kept pounding into her till his cum squirted out around his dick, until he physically couldn't take the sore pleasure, and his cock was yanked out too far, springing out of her hole and slapping down between her cheeks for him to spray the last few loads onto her fat ass. Painting her cheeks with his seed, staining her miniskirt as those strings of creamy nut dripped and coated her sweaty cheeks wonderfully.

Yang huffed and panted as his hair finally calmed down, snuffing out the flames and his usual lilac eyes returned, sweat dripping from his body as Nora laid there, fucked stupid, eyes still rolled up in her head as nut squirted out of her gaping, well fucked asshole, his hands gently letting go but leaving a nice red ring from where he strangled her.

"Fucking.. hell.." Yang huffed and gasped, hell of a way to calm down, that's for sure. "Ha.. Haha.. You good Nora?" He grinned, looking down at his handy work.

Nora's ass was still covered in sweat and cum, underneath was his red handprints, her eyes rolled up as she sat there broken. She looked like she was in heaven, a big slutty smile on her face.

"Th-Thank you Daddy~!" Oh yeah, she was fine.

---

Yang sat in his car, burger in hand as he looked out over the city, sure his car was still fucked, but he could fix it. Gotta take things into perspective sometimes. Not get so mad. Enjoy the little things.

Well, the redhead currently choking on his cock, bent over on all fours on the seat, slurping, sloppy sucking, and gagging on his musky, sweaty dick certainly helped calm him down.

"Your food is gonna get cold." He added, biting his burger but grabbing her head and slamming her throat down onto his cock till her lips kissed his nuts.

"Mmmmmmmhhhhh~!!" She didn't seem to mind.

[trainalt22]

1955-1956

In 1955, the traffic to the NWR showed no signs of stopping. The express went from 6 coaches to 8, and Gordon enjoyed the new challenge. However, with Thomas on his branch line and Edward overseeing the Suddrey branch line, Tidmouth was left without a pilot. This meant that the big engines had to marshal their trains, much to their detriment. In February of 1955, the three big engines went on strike.

The new Fat Controller was furious that he could have gone six months without an incident. He went to Tidmouth to investigate. When he arrived, he was frustrated that his engines would strike over something as petty as this. But he soon reached a compromise with the engines. They would go back to work immediately, and as they did, he would look for a pilot. They reached an understanding and soon left for their trains.

Sir Topham came across an offer for a small saddle tank. From the looks of it, they were a kitbash of some kind from an independent workshop, a rarity in the time of British Rail. The engine, Percy, was cheap, and he needed a quick fix to the issue at Tidmouth. Percy was elated to have been bought. He saw more use in the industrial sector than on a railway. His kit-bashed nature made Topham wary of purchasing him, but after ample testing, Percy was in full mechanical order and ready for work.

Thomas's schedule was shifted so that he could have more time between trains to help Percy learn how to marshal trains. The two got on immediately. Percy found his gruff, sarcastic nature reminiscent of his old manager at the steelworks where he was built. Percy was a quick learner. He had experience shunting, but his size made it far easier for him to slip into tight sidings. He soon zipped around the yard. Of course, Thomas said he could do it better, but he was proud of how far Percy had come in such little time. By April, Thomas's schedule had gone back to normal, and Percy was adapting to his new job running the yard and bringing smaller trains from the yard to the docks.

The Tidmouth Harbour saw an increase in traffic as well, and Percy was soon overwhelmed. So Sir Topham approached the Tidmough Harbor board to buy a new locomotive. The board couldn't find an engine quick enough, and by spring, the port was soon overwhelmed. The Fat Controller, annoyed with the bottleneck of traffic, loaned an engine from British Rail. As Sodor had limited infrastructure for the newer "revolutionary" diesel locomotives, BR begrudgingly sent a steam engine. Montague was his name, but he preferred Duck, a nickname he picked up in his days as the pilot for Paddington Station.

The port was soon sorted, and the Fat Controller saw it fit to take a holiday to East Anglia. While there, he discovered a disused tram line, and against his wife's wishes, went snooping around. He found a small engine shed showing signs of overgrowth. Inside was a slumbering tram engine, a C53 from the looks of it. They were in pristine condition. They soon awoke, startled by the man who they believed to be a vandal. But after introductions were exchanged, the tram engine, or Toby as he liked to be called, was curious about the holidaying railway controller. He listened to his tales of the North Western from when he was a boy. Toby asked the controller rather bluntly if he had room for him as retired life wasn't what it was cracked up to be. The controller promised that if he needed a tram, he would come to Toby post haste. This pleased the tram, and they soon said their farewells.

Meanwhile, back on Sodor, Percy was getting bored of his station pilot duties. And while Duck was a lovely engine, he was trying at times. He would always go on and on about the great Western way, which Percy found to be too strict and disciplined for his industrial laid-back attitude. Thomas, on the other hand, was well-acclimated to his branch line. He would take passengers to Tidmouth and trucks to the harbor. But it was getting a bit much for the tank engine, although Thomas didn't mind the hard work.

It wasn't until the Fat Controller got back from his vacation that Thomas ran into an issue. The old constable that was in charge of Ffarquar retired, and a new, younger officer was hired. The first time he saw Thomas, he flagged him because Thomas didn't have any wheel coverings. It was illegal for him to run on the tracks from the quarry to Ffarquar station as they passed through the town on the roads. As such, Thomas was forbidden from running up to the quarry unless he had proper wheel coverings.

Sir Topham Hatt soon arrived to find Thomas and the officer in a full-fledged argument, shouting back and forth. After he was able to defuse the situation, he was told that if he couldn't find an engine to the requirements, then he was forbidden from going any further up the line than the officer's post. And if any of his engines were caught going through Ffarquar without the proper modifications, then he would be fined. He thought back to Toby and quickly went home to write to his controller.

By 1956 Toby was on Sudrian soil and being repaired to full working order and started to work up in the quarry his schedule was earlier than Thomas's but for good reason, he would take the first shift of workmen up to the quarry and bring the stone back to Farquhar

This soon turned into an issue however Toby had a significantly shorter trip than Thomas so stone trucks were just piling up in Farquhar and Thomas couldn't pull all of them down to the Harbor

With an overflow of trucks at Ffarquhar

It became apparent that another engine was going to be needed on Thomas's branchline however after Toby's purchase the board of directors voted against buying another engine

Thopam soon found a solution and went to Tidmouth Harbor to find Percy

When asked if he would like to work on a branchline instead of being a station pilot Percy immediately agreed luckily the harbor board found an engine to purchase they were a class 08 diesel fresh out of the works they didn't have a name just a number D3102

They arrived in Sodor later that year and soon proved how revolutionary diesels were he could be ready to go at the twist of a key and usually was the first out of the shed shunting the early morning trains like the flying kipper or overnight goods

Duck however was fed up with the new diesel as he was extremely prejudiced against steam engines saying how they all had outlived their usefulness and were heading for the torch

Duck scoffed at this but deep down he was concerned he was only on loan from BR if he went back he could be cut up

This drove Duck to be better than D3102 or diesel as he was the only one of his type on Sodor it made for an easy nickname

Duck strove for greatness he kept up with diesel at every turn sparking a heated rivalry between the two

Duck had managed to convince a line of trucks to hold back if Diesel tried moving them to which they gleefully agreed with the trucks ready duck feigned illness to get Diesel to move them and when he tried they wouldn't move an inch diesels wheels slipped on the wet harbor tracks as he pulled harder and harder until the coupling snapped launching diesel into the buffers at the end of the key

Diesel hung precariously over the edge of the key below him was the sea and a swift demise he screamed for help and Duck rushed to his aid with the two attached ducks gave a swift heave but Diesel was heavier than he expected ducks wheels began to slip and diesel swayed his middle wheel was close to sliding off the pier when a barge slid under him but he didn't have time to question it as the coupling gave and he fell onto the barge slightly damaging his front end

Duck and the barge captain were praised for their quick thinking while Diesel was certain that Duck planned the accident but without proof, he couldn't go to the fat controller

Later that night Henry was set to take a goods train when he arrived in Tidmouth the trucks in the sidings all called him square wheels and a useless engine

Who was undeserving of their rebuild Henry was appalled angrily bumping the trucks when questioned they said Duck told them about his rebuild

Later that week James passed Duck pulling a goods train to Ellsworth and the trucks began saying that James's red paint made him look like rusty scrap iron duck didn't hear so he just smiled at James when he overtook him

Gordon who was napping at Tidmouth station was awoken by some truck singing

"Old number four that gallant galloping sausage always pulls the express what a bore to rush from place to place as that big blue disgrace" they giggled loudly as Gordon stormed off in a huff

The three big engines summoned the fat controller to Tidmouth sheds that night they made their complaints known rather bluntly calling for Duck to be sent away in disgrace sir topham however summoned Duck to Tidmouth so he could defend himself

The big engines welcomed Duck harshly calling him a liar and a manipulator diesel who was in the yard approached the scene cautiously he interjected that he speculated Duck caused his accident because of how quickly Duck came to his aid after saying he was ill

This and the insults that the others had received forced Sir Topham who believed that Duck hadn't spread the rumors to send the poor pannier away for the time being he sent him to work with Edward at Welsworth

[scham-wcan]

"You are so fake." with Freezerburn perhaps? :D

"You are so fake."

Sorry for the delay, we'll be rolling these out again!

Hope this is good!

It was supposed to be a normal school day, for once, at Beacon Academy. Until someone had to just open their big fat mouth around Team RWBY's table that their test scores were being released that afternoon.

"I swear," Weiss spat, her hands planting onto the table as she thrusted herself up right. "If we do not have a cumulative average on this team above an eighty!" Her voice trailed off as soon as Ruby similarly sprung up and snatched her partner at the shoulders, shaking her intensely.

A jovial smile hardly matched the brutalist glare of Ruby's partner, as Ruby hurrahed in excitement. "Come on, Weiss. With all of those added 'mandatory' study periods we've been doing, we couldn't possibly come short this time!"

Aside from the duo, Blake had to repress a small smirk as she leaned to her own partner, the golden haired brawler looked as if the cafeteria had become a sauna--and she was sweating like it as well.

"You ready, Yang?" Blake cooed, similarly getting up as their red and white teammates made ready to leave.

Getting to her feet as if she were a new born horse with how shaky her knees had become, Yang groaned out quickly. "The Ice Queen is going to impale me on an icicle today, Blakey." She huffed, "I just feel it in my gut."

The entirety of the walk from the cafeteria and to the mailroom for their scholastics felt like Yang was dragging cement in her shoes, her eyes trailing ahead of her to the bobbing of a furiously determined white sheen of hair. It had gotten to the point where Yang was considering grabbing the folds of white and tearing it through the princess' tiara just to cause the drama now, and not wait for the inevitable.

When they had finally retrieved the letters of their exams, Yang could feel the paper in her hand laughing and practically taunting her.

"Alright, Team RWBY!" Ruby had gathered them all in the quad once more, their collective letters ready to be torn into. "Lets see what Weiss' long hours of torture and planning have made for us."

"Hey!" Weiss spat, her fingers already greedily tearing into the parchment regardless. Blake similarly patiently tore into her own, respecting the folds and bindings far more however.

The sisters were somewhat similar, the pair of them practically unfolding and turning the letter inside out to retrieve the whole page of their results from a bundle of shredded paper.

Her hand's could barely keep still even in an attempt to look calm, each word which Yang read dragging across her eyes in morose anxiety.

"93." Blake commented meekly, flicking the letter in a trash besides them. "History is simple." Shrugging simple as Ruby patted her on the back.

"H-hey!" Ruby laughed, bouncing slightly. "I-I got 90!" The page shaking alongside her as furious pride and the vanquish of horror abandoned the red leader.

Weiss was quick to nod with a breath, looking similarly relieved. "Excellent work you two." Though her tone sounded more as if this was expected, and not briefly actually surprised. That satisfaction was quick to turn to her cold demeanor again as she looked to Yang. "What about you, Yang? Surely all of those hours at the desk must have been spent with actual effort and not you silently on your scroll?"

As the Schnee bore down on her, Yang's eyes had finally dragged herself to glare down at the results. Her tongue dry as sand as she coughed out fervently. "8-83." Her knees, had she not been caught by Blake, would have surely sent her plummeting down.

So weak had Yang's grip on the parchment had been that when Weiss snatched it for inspection, and studied the sheet for another moment, she had only been able to react with a flick of her eyes. "Huh, very good Xiao Long."

The three others of their team watched as Weiss disposed of both her and Yang's sheets, followed quickly by Ruby's.

"I am proud to say that Team RWBY have beaten my rudimentary expectations." Weiss smiled with a proud hum, crossing her arms as she returned to the grouping. Producing another cheer from Ruby as Blake seemed to blink.

Even as she brought back Yang from that self imposed terror, Blake quietly blinked. "Well, Weiss. We shared ours, what was your score?"

"It's unimportant." The question quickly dismissed, Weiss went for her scroll. "Oh, darn, would you look at the time."

"Come on, Weiss." Ruby snickered. "Just tell us the unbelievable score you got so we can be welcomed in your immense presence."

Glancing about the group for a moment, Weiss' crossed arms tightened around her form. "Eighrmyfree." She grumbled.

"What was that?" Yang scoffed, returning to the realm of Remnant once more. "I think you've got a Grimm in your throat, Ice Queen?"

"I got 83." Weiss huffed, "Alright, history of Vale is my worst subject." She hissed, glaring at the sky before dropping her vision back down onto Yang.

"You are so fake!" Yang said with a loud laugh, Blake now releasing her hold on Yang with a roll of her eyes. "I swear those study lessons were just as much for you then as for us."

"Please," Spitting, Weiss glared at the blonde. "If I hadn't helped you, your score would be worse than mine regardless."

"But it isn't worse, you scored the same as I did." Beginning to laugh, Yang summoned up her returning courage and threw her arm over the shoulders of the now roiling boiling Ice Queen. Looking to Blake and Ruby, the blonde gave a gentle point to Weiss. "Look guys, the most equally smart members of Team RWBY."

"I should get a picture." Ruby laughed in tandem.

"Absolutelynot!" Weiss growled, now trying to free herself from the blonde's vice grip.

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CW: dead dove do not eat, domestic violence, mentions of drug addiction, dub con, smut, references to pregnancy loss. Explicit language. MDNI. 4.1K words.

August 8, 2028.

My friends hadn’t known that I was pregnant, we hadn’t told anyone, so when they invited Raphael and I to go to dinner with them for my 28th birthday, I agreed for us.

When he got home from work I told him. He wasn’t pleased, but he agreed, and called his mom over to stay in the house while the kids slept.

We arrived to dinner and greeted our friends at the table. Julius took Raphael’s attention away and the two men started to chat, while Natalie and Catalina began to shower me in love and compliments.

“I love that dress on you,” my 6 foot tall Catalina commented, spinning me in a full circle with her hand.

“Look at her ass,” Natalie added in a whisper to Cat.

The dress was skin tight and red. I guess I was lucky I didn’t gain much weight by week 19, most of the pounds had gone to my already fat ass.

I blushed and laughed with them, finally sitting down beside Raphael.

Raphael was wearing some black dress pants and a red button down, with his sleeves rolled up his arms. His muscles were out on display, but Julius was also showing off, instead in light pants and a blue button down.

The waiter came by and took drink orders.

“Whiskey,” Raphael nonchalantly ordered.

“A shot of Vodka, please,” Julius addressed the waiter, then turned his face to Raphael, “like our high school party nights… Back when we were drinking five vodka shots at a time.”

“Actually, let me change that. I’ll take three shots of vodka,” my arrogant husband updated his order.

“A margarita for me, please,” Cat added.

“Um… one long island ice tea,” Nat smiled at the waiter.

“Can I have a Mai Tai, please,” I finished.

We were all IDed with the waiter commenting on my birthday, “Happy birthday, pick a dessert or two and I won’t add it to the tab.”

I thanked him, while he dismissed himself.

Within a few minutes, he was back with all the drinks, interrupting our mindless chit-chatting.

“Birthday girl has to have her drink first,” he commented, placing my drink in front of me, and then passing out the remaining drinks quickly. He was there and gone in less than thirty seconds.

I was sipping my drink with the girls while they did the same, when Raphael and Julius finished their shots.

Again after only a few minutes, the waiter returned to take everyone’s food order. We went through this a bit slower, but he left as soon as his repeat of the order was confirmed by everyone.

Before I could return to my conversation with the girls, a laugh from Raphael caught my attention, I turned my eyes to him, “hm?”

Raphael was leaning into the table so everyone could hear him as he spoke to me, “you never get tired of being the center of attention do you? Especially when men come around.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked him outright, my anger seeping through me.

He just chuckled, and then added, “oh, birthday girl, I’ll do anything for you, birthday girl… And you’re just eating it up, aren’t you?”

The girls were looking back and forth between themselves as I was getting angrier with my husband, “are you seriously starting this in front of our friends?”

“You’re right, we’ll resolve this at home. Sorry to interrupt your girl time,” he rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to Julius.

I was annoyed so I turned to the girls and said, “I’m sorry about him, ever since he decided to start mixing speed and alcohol, he gets like this now.”

Raphael turned his attention to me as Catalina started speaking, “you’re joking right?”

I looked into my husband’s black eyes, they were furious and his hand went to my thigh, digging his fingers in.

I turned back to Natalie and Catalina, “yeah. I am.”

“How has our favorite little family been? We haven’t seen any of you since Eden’s birthday in April…” Natalie spoke up, her eyes on mine.

I tore my eyes away from Nat as my husband’s grip on my thigh got tighter, “we’ve been okay… not entirely. Four days ago, I miscarried our son.”

“Dolores!” the girls voices rang out together, snapping me back to them.

Both of them were teary-eyed, reaching their hands across the table for me, Cat went first, “How have you been handling it?”

“I haven’t been,” I told her honestly, and then the waiter came over with all the food.

Dinner was an uneventful blur after that, as I refused to acknowledge my miscarriage anymore. I shut down and participated in vague festivities.

He brought out the dessert with a birthday candle in mine, the staff all sung along with my friends and husband.

I faded into the seat, wanted to cry and disappear, but I kept smiling through it all.

As I blew out my candle, Raphael gave me a kiss on the lips, and I tasted the liquor on his tongue. Why, love? Why?

I drank more that night than I had in years, eventually six glasses sat empty to the side of me.

…

The way the room turned when we got home. The kids weren’t there, sleeping instead at Raphael’s mom’s home.

I’m glad they were.

Because as soon as we got home…

You wanted me sadder.

It all devolved.

“Why do you always start something around my friends? Are you trying to prove something? I just don’t understand your logic,” I told him, when he slammed the door shut behind us.

I crossed my arms as he turned around to face me, he was over a foot taller than me, and he was double my size. He already proved he was able to hurt me, but I didn’t want to believe it. Or maybe, I just wasn’t afraid of the man I loved.

I couldn’t fear him, even when he pushed me against the wall hard enough that the house shook with shock.

“Don’t you fucking break something you fucking druggie!” I slurred my words, unfortunately being drunk didn’t help me make my argument.

“Why would you say that in front of your friends?” He asked heatedly, then he tossed me to the ground.

My hands instinctively went down to catch myself and I was able to stand pretty quickly, but this only made him more angry. He kicked me behind the knee to the ground.

When I landed on my knees he kicked me in the back, pressing his foot and body weight to my lower back.

“Ow!” I whined out, wriggling beneath his weight, “you’re a fucking piece of shit human, Raphael! I hope you know that.”

“Am I?” Raphael asked, with his eyebrows raised, he was getting down onto the ground. He replaced his foot with his knee and knelt on my lower back.

He pulled my dress up over my ass and started to smack it real hard, “you have something in your blood that tells you to disrespect me.”

“Fuck you, are you going to spew on a racist tirade now about how Cubans and Mexicans are too different and I need to be beaten into shape?” I screamed from where I was pinned.

“If so, spare me the fucking speech, my God,” I begged, putting my hands in a prayer position by moving onto my side slightly.

Raphael punched me in the face.

It was one hard punch in the nose, and I felt the blood spilling down my face immediately. The blood exploded onto the floor beneath my face.

I moaned through my pain, complaining out loud, “Raphael, you broke my nose… you broke my nose, you psychopath…”

“It’s not my fault,” Raphael came to my face, his lips pressing to mine.

He flipped me onto my back, he held me down with his body weight on mine, his face pressed to my bloody one, “te adoro, mi tesoro. You know that, you know that I adore you… you’re mine…”

“You fucking broke my nose,” I sobbed, tears streaming down my face, “are you not going to apologize?”

“You know I’m sorry, amor,” Raphael promised, kissing my lips and tears while continuing to invade my mouth.

“I never meant to hurt you, Lola,” Raphael helped me to my feet.

He led me to the bathroom where he cleaned the blood off my face as I continued to cry. When he reached for the first aid kit, I looked at my knees because they were hurting.

Sure enough, my knees were red and starting to bruise from when Raphael pushed me.

Wearing nothing but the summer bruises on my knees…

I started to shake in between sobs, choking out, “why do you do this to me, Raphael? Why? I’m the mother of your children, what is wrong with you?”

His eyes softened as I looked into them, an expression of pain filling his face, “yeah… so much is wrong with me, actually…”

“How long, Raphael?” I cried out, getting on my knees to hug his legs and sob.

He reached down for me, holding onto me as he crouched down. He didn’t kneel all the way down, still towering over me, his hand touching my wet cheeks, “how long what?”

“How long have you been taking speed? I saw you when we came back from the hospital,” my voice trembled as I spoke.

“December 2025 — when we went to the Caribbean. Julius gave me one of his prescription pills and I liked how it made me feel so I started using for parties. I used on and off but stopped for a while after Eden was born and started again for my birthday.”

“You need to stop,” I told him, “you’re not the man I married when you’re on it. You’re violent and cruel.”

“Okay, I will… I hate hurting you, Dolores. I love you,” and he kissed me as he said it, but I felt the blood starting to trickle from my nose again.

I know that we’ve got problems, I plan to address them another day…

December 18, 2028.

For months, he was good on his word and the physical violence during fights almost entirely disappeared. On our four year wedding anniversary, he told me that he had invited friends over for a vow renewal. He asked me to wear my wedding dress.

Somehow, despite years of pregnancies, the dress still fit. I didn’t do much to my hair except make sure that none of my curls looked knotted, and then I applied red lipstick.

Everyone was dressed up in formal dresses or suits, with Natalie and Catalina wearing the same dresses from the wedding.

Once I was standing in front of Raphael, I noticed he had decided to wear the same suit, except this time he had no tie, his jacket was open, and his shirt wasn’t fully buttoned.

I see in technicolor, maybe I’ll take my glasses off so I stop painting red flags green.

He took my hands in his and I fell in love with him even more as he spoke. He had added all three of the kids into his vows, his smile absolutely blowing me away as he promised me the world — much like that winter day four years ago.

I was lost in the heat of the moment, the words escaping me as I read my own vows in front of everyone. Raphael’s smile never wavered, his grip on my hand was tight and warm.

By the end of that, Raphael was kissing me while everyone applauded us and cheered.

We walked together into the group but separated within a few seconds to interact with our friends. I went to my friends, and it was immediately after the girls hugged me that Catalina asked, “Dolores, are you happy?”

I was confused as I looked at my oldest friend, “Of course… why?”

“You don’t look the way you did on your wedding day,” Natalie mentioned, touching my hair, “there’s something in your eyes.”

My friends don’t know how bad it gets, I’m out here…

Raphael came through the crowd, laughing with his friends as he took my arm and pulled me away from the girls. He spun me and brought me into his arms to kiss me in front of everyone.

I smiled up at my husband, trying to forget what my friends had said for a moment.

Raphael was on fire, and when everyone left, he turned and kissed me in the entry way of the house, “Let me take off your wedding dress.”

I nodded my head up at him, kissing him back.

He led me to the bedroom and stood behind me, tossing his jacket down on a seat beside the bed. He started to untie my dress from the back, and his hands were as hot as I loved them.

My body trembled as the dress came off my body and I stood there braless with lacey white panties. He touched my lower body with his burning hands, and then he spanked my ass, bending me over onto the bed.

I moaned and held onto the sheets, as I felt him start to trace his fingers along my panty line. He tugged on them, taking them off my body, then slipping two fingers immediately into my pussy.

“Raphael…” I gasped, my head turning slightly to try and see him.

He held onto my hair and buried my face into the sheets, “shh… don’t make a sound. The kids are asleep…”

“Mmm…” I bit back my moans, my body trembling against his fingers.

Within just a few seconds, he replaced the fingers with his cock. It was rock hard and I was red hot, I felt my world spinning around me as he rammed himself all the way in.

“Fuuuck, Raphael…” it actually hurt a little, I came to realize, but I couldn’t stop moving my ass to meet his thrusts.

He put my legs up on the bed, and continued to thrust into me from a better angle, his hand squeezing onto my hips. He was so angry, all of a sudden — I could feel it. Especially, when his free hand slammed down to spank my ass.

“Aaa,” I felt myself beginning to drool, as the feeling of his power came over me. He was so sexy, even messily dressed like my husband. I love him…

He grabbed all my hair with the same free hand that spanked me, and he pulled it back really hard as he thrusts got harder, “do you like that? Be quiet! Shut it… the kids, Lola… calm it…”

I was breathing out into the sky, my head being pulled back by his strong hand. I reached a hand up to my mouth, covered it up, and moaned, my eyes swooning along.

He let go of my hair and eventually flipped me over onto my back. Still, we were just at the foot of the bed. He stood, and plowed into me, facing me.

He wouldn’t break eye contact as he started another fight.

His thrusts slowed for a second, “Why were you and my boss talking next to the girls? Were you starting something with my boss? It seemed very private.”

“He was congratulating us,” I responded, annoyed, moving my hips along his cock, trying to encourage him, “no one is like you, Raphael… why do you think I’m interested in anyone else?”

“He’s an old man, you’re my gorgeous wife… Screw me for not wanting people like that around you,” Raphael spitefully spoke, but he continued his thrusts, this time though he was hurting me even more.

I didn’t know what to do, I was melting into it, moaning and staring up at him with sweet eyes. “Raphael… why are you so jealous? Why?”

“You’re always ready to be fucked,” he expressed angrily, pinching my nipples even as I tried to push his hands away from them, “you had nothing under your dress. Stupid…”

“Fuuuck, stop! Don’t touch me there… ahhh…” I was trembling, moving along his cock though, my pussy wetter than ever.

“You wanted that? Didn’t you… You wanted to be fucked by somebody else at this party… Who the fuck was it? Who were you naked for, slut?” Raphael started escalating, his voice getting meaner. He slapped my face, very lightly at first.

I didn’t even think he had meant it, I thought he was just joking. So I teased, “who do you think, big guy?”

He slapped me across the face real hard this time, enough to where I called out in surprise, “hey!”

“Fuck as if I know. There were too many men there, and you don’t have a type, you’ll take whatever you can get,” he said it so spitefully, but continued his aggressive thrusts.

Each one was reaching into my stomach, and I was moaning desperately, kissing him and trying to get him to get over it. But his fingers crept up around my neck, and he started to squeeze real hard as he continued to kiss me.

“I could fucking kill you,” he whispered against my lips as his grip got so tight that I thought I was seeing different colors in my vision, “I could fucking kill you… you know that, why?”

His thrusts didn’t stop, not for a second. I was lost in all the pleasure, my eyes dimmed, my skin got light, but I kissed him back every time he kissed me.

When he loosened his grip, I moaned, “Raphael… daddy… please… take it easy on me. You’re being so mean.”

I felt his fingers pull off my neck, and he pulled out. I thought it was over, but he sat down on the love seat by the bed, and he spoke, “come here.”

“What if I don’t? You’re going to hurt me, I know that,” I told him, standing up from the edge of the bed and starting to back up.

Before I could even run, he had me by the arm. I struggled against him, only for him to pull me up off the ground, and onto his hard cock. He slid me down, and I moaned as he walked me over to the love seat.

As I started to struggle again, he quickly took charge and made it clear to me that I wasn’t escaping him until he came. He made himself comfortable in the seat, and started thrusting up to meet me very quickly.

My breasts bounced along with each thrust, and at first he suckled on them happily and gingerly. Then he quickly started to bite a little more, suck and leave hickeys all over them.

I clutched onto him, “stop leaving hickeys…” I tried to pull away, but he pulled me right back on, harshly.

Tell me that nobody else touches you like I do, like I do, oh, tell me that nobody else touches you like me.

“Why? So another man can use your body instead of me? I’m your husband. This is mine,” he touched all over my body, sucking on my breasts and slamming my pussy down on his thrusting cock.

“I’m all yours but I won’t be able to wear tank tops if you leave hickeys all over my breasts,” I explained, riding him and moaning as I did.

“Maybe you shouldn’t even be wearing anything that shows your body,” he finally said, wrapping his hands around my throat as he aggressively thrusted up into me, “have some respect for me… Even your wedding dress… The slit? Off the shoulder? Did you do all of that the first time to seduce Julius?”

He was squeezing too tight for me to respond, so I only moved my hips along with his thrusts. His aggression was hard to match but I wouldn’t be put to shame by him.

He released one hand from the suffocating grip, but this hand smacked my face real hard. He hadn’t hit me that badly since before my birthday.

Finally, he groaned, his thrusts slamming all the way up to my cervix, “fuuuck… I’m cumming, take it, Lola…”

Is it sad that I still came with him? I trembled against my husband as he finished inside my body, I happily took every drop. Even though he had just hit me, I forgave him… I had to…

Undated diary entry, presumed to be between December 2028 and April 2029:

How did I start to forgive him for everything?

He hits me every few days, my kids have heard or caught glances. It’s weird how everything has changed, suddenly.

He says no to therapy, he says no to rehab, he says using doesn’t make him a bad person, he says… so many things. I’m tired of listening to all of it, but I never stop loving him.

I excuse it to myself: he’s never been violent right in front of the kids and they don’t seem to understand.

April 3, 2029.

On this day, they understood.

Eden is two, her hair is curly and goes to her shoulders. Her eyes are dark like her father’s, but she’s got my eye shape. She sits on her own having her dinner, her big brothers sit on either side of her.

I smile when I see them all together, they’re growing up so fast. Theo’s blue eyes meet mine from across the table and he smiles at me. After smiling back at my eldest, I turned my attention to my middle, my honey-eyed Leon.

Our eyes were reflections of each other, we were very similar, but sometimes he was too serious. For him, I made a face, making him laugh quickly.

My eyes went to my youngest again, and her dark eyes were smiling up at me. She had a big grin on her face and was trying to explain that my joke was funny, “mama… Leon…”

That’s when the door opened, and Raphael came storming in. I don’t know, to this day, what he was thinking that day.

“HOLY FUCK!” Raphael screamed at the entry way of the house, followed by slamming the door shut.

The whole house shook, and Eden bounced, her eyes widened. Leon looked startled, but he was protective of his sister and had turned to her instinctively. Theo’s eyes had widened and he turned his attention to the hall, “dad?”

He rushed into view, and when he saw me, his eyes were full of rage. He came at me in front of the kids and next thing I know, I’m on the ground staring up at Raphael.

He punched me in the face multiple times, I don’t know why — I don’t get it to this day. I don’t know if he was planning on stopping, but he only pulled away when Theo rushed behind him.

Theo hit Raphael’s leg multiple times, and Leon screamed from his chair, “GO AWAY DAD!” He was hiding his sister with his little arms.

Theo shoved Raphael away from me, stepping in between us and hugging me tightly, “stop it! If you’re going to hit my mama, you have to hit me first!”

Something must have snapped in Raphael, because he sobered up, apologizing, “I didn’t mean to hit your mama, Theo, I’m sorry.”

“You hit mama a lot!” Theo turned to him so angrily, I’d never seen a five year old so pissed off, especially not my happy-go-lucky Theo, “Look at her! You’re a mean father.”

Raphael, I guess attempting to calm the kids down, went over to Eden and picked her up, “come on, everyone, it’s okay… it wasn’t something you should take seriously.”

Eden hadn’t made a sound since her dad came in, but now — in Raphael’s arms — she started to scream at the top of her lungs. She pushed, cried, and hit him with little balled up fists, “down!”

He listened and put her down in her seat, Eden’s eyes were full of tears and she ran over to hug me. I pulled her into my arms, along with Theo, but Leon was staring at his dad.

Leon’s eyebrows were furrowed angrily and he was just staring at his dad, “don’t touch me. We’re not friends.”

Raphael sighed and walked away to calm down. Leon quickly jumped off the chair and ran over to me once he was gone.

All three of my kids burst into tears and I just held them. Why did he do this?

Stressful day today actually ~ In other news, this post took me soo long to write! Hope everyone enjoyed it <3 I know it ends abruptly but that's fine... The next post will be for (at least) April 4, 2029 and we're going to get a resolution to this last incident.

SONG REFERENCES Fishtail by Lana del Rey Asylum by Elijah Blond Ode to a Conversation Stuck in Your Throat by Del Water Gap

[limesandcoconuts]

number 43 and 46 please :D

okay!

43. pet peeves? ay ay ay that's gonna be a long one.

-burping (if someone is even in the same vicinity as me and burps, i will try very hard not to imagine the inside of my mouth being defiled by germs)

-people who sing songs wrong, like off beat, i cant help it sorry

-PEOPLE WHO CHEW ON PLASTIC BOTTLE CAPS ETC HAVE TO LEAVE I CANNOT, I HAVE REPEATEDLY WOKEN UP FROM NIGHTMARES OF IMAGINING THAT, I SIMPLY CANNOT COPE IT IS DISGUSTING

-when people confuse "lose" and "loose" - die (im looking at 8 y/o wattpad writers)

-when people waste food, maybe this sounds fat but i cant stand when people throw away food just from a money perspective like youre not wasting food youre wasting money too

-i actually think i have a phobia of being late, again i physically cannot cope with being late, seriously, it is bad

there are definitely way more but that's all i can think of right now. and yes, you may have notice a pattern of germs. idk i just can't deal with them.

46. usually what makes me cry is movies. the last movie that made me cry was Eagle Vs Shark (2007) and Boy (2010) - highly recommend. other movies that made me cry pretty bad would be HTTYD 3, Interstellar, Furious 7, Forrest Gump, Marriage Story and Maze Runner 3 - those were the heavy hitters anyways.

I guess also songs have made me cry but only like 2 - Legend by twenty one pilots and Through the Eyes of A Child by Aurora. (again, highly recommend)

ironically, those are really the only things i cry at. in fact, i dont even cry when i get hurt anymore. a bike once fell and the handle landed directly on my toe that had been aching all day and even tho i wanted to cry so bad, i laughed manically for like 10 mins. my emotions are all over the place.

thank your for the lovely ask :)) hope you got more than you bargained for lol 😂

[indigayghost]

Fuck medicine fuck doctors fuck hospitals fuck everything I hate everyone

How can a fucking doctor someone that studied YEARS FUCKING YEARS look at the fucking exam I spent fucking 24h with the blood pressure thing glued on my arm wrestling with myself to not have a meltdown over it because it fucking hurts and it's annoying and it scares me everytime it goes off hourly and look at it look at it

And see that my blood pressure is fucking LOW it's not even an hypothesis it's literally written there it's written there that my maximum is usually 8/9 and the minimum is 4/6 that's fucking low that's LOW LOW BLOOD PRESSURE and he looks at my face and he says no you don't have low blood pressure you can't have that you're fat it's supposed to be high so you'll have to do the exam again

Furious I'm furious I'm angry I'm sad I'm so fucking pissed and stressed and tired

I just want to get better I just want to try and have a better life I want to be able to do things and have fun I want to stop felling lightheaded all the time I want to not faint I want to stop hurting myself with silly things I want to liiiiive I want to live!!!!!!!!!!